In an earlier dev stream, the devs mentioned if they'd add new missions, they'd love to explore possibilities for simple mission types such as mining morkite or eggs. So why not explore these 3 simple mission types?;
Pest Control On the map, there exist between 2 // 3 // 4 hives each belonging to a specific creature type. Disturbing the hive triggers an artificial swarm of that one creature type. Destroying the hive entirely or grinding your way through the swarm ends it and succeeds clearing that hive.
Stabilization Part of dwarven life, and part of diving into Hoxxes, is of course to ensure the planet doesn't collapse onto your fellow dwarves. 3 // 5 // 7 locations within the cave are marked as unstable. The goal is to summon a supply drop containing fortifications (Carried item) and construct them. 1 // 2 // 3 of the spots among them however may trigger a swarm when summoning the supply drop.
Containment Containment is a 'flashback' mission that will deal with past, but also new, season threats. You're basically the 'clean-up' crew of remnants that once threatened hoxxes. The objective is to clear out 2 // 3 // 3 "Season Event spawns" (Giant Lithophage Meteor, Rival Comms Router, etc). On long misssions, rather than a fourth event spawn, the mission will instead always house the hazard associated to that type (Rival Pressence // Lithophage Outbreak)
Meteor Hunt A zone is marked for continuous meteor impacts that bear valuable metals DRG needs for R&D. In the map, there will be 2 // 2 // 3 areas where a couple of Fragmented Meteors (reskinned from fragmented lithophage meteors) have landed, with another 1 // 2 // 2 Fragmented Meteor Storms landing as the mission progresses. The objective is to mine the meteor fragments for their metals, and get out.

A story I wrote a while back. (To put it more accurately, a year ago.) Submitted it for the college Magazine, and recently uploaded it to Wattpad. But it didn't do much. So I decided to just put it on here. Any kind of feedback would be appreciated.
Being the idiot I am, I'm not sure what genre to place it in. But I'd say it's an action - drama in a somewhat fantastical setting.
The Blurb is as follows:
"Undera night sky lit by two moons, a Witch loses her family, and begins to succumb to the dark, violent side of her powers - Bloodlust.
During this desparate struggle, she comes across a Bishop - a soldier of this city, whose sole purpose is to kill her kind.
Who is this Bishop? Will the Witch survive? And who am I, the being who wants to share this story with you??"
And here's the full story. I hope you enjoy.
Oh, what a beautiful night.
The two moons in an elaborate dance, one in the arms of the other as they glow amidst the darkness. Wouldn't it be a heartbreak, for the king to abandon his queen at the brink of dawn, leaving her alone and defenseless?
Of course, my king already had. Even worse, he might've even let the hunters on my tail. Just the thought sent shudders through my spine. My dear melancholy, I thought, you won't be here for long. "I've cried with you far too long. Perhaps I should send you with my lover, let his blood wrap around you while you sleep. Perhaps I should let his cries wash away all that you weep."
I wanted answers. But, a deeper, more primal part of me needed revenge. But if I wanted either, I needed to act fast. I was being hunted. The people of this world, they call us witches. They call us the spawn of the devil, to be hunted and burned alive. I know this isn't true, I remember my parents' faces as clear as day. Damn it, I wish I just had a normal life. I wanted peace, quiet. I wanted a happy life with my husband.
"You are desecrated by the demon himself!"
"Get out of my sight! Begone!"
The memory of Anton's words, curled in utter disgust.... They hurt. Once, long before this, I could almost see the smile on his face, taste the uninhibited love in his gaze, feel the steady warmth of his embrace...... And now... Why? Why, you.......... Why?
The question turned into a haunting melody, trying to tear its way through my skull with a violent cacophony, only to fade into a whisper drumming in sync with my footsteps, as I tracked him down through the shadows. Was he the answer?
Or just prey? A rat to devour?
That thought worried me. No, I-I didn't want to hurt Anton, but.... But he had done the same, was still doing the same. The streets were quiet, the houses all around closed shut. No doubt, there were hunters, the Bishops, tracking me down. But I had become accustomed to sneaking around without leaving a trace.
I wished, sometimes I could be one of those lucky women hiding in those houses, with nothing to fear but the outside. They could just stay in their homes and live the lives they wanted.
But, the increasingly manic voice from within spoke, you had that. For a while. How long did it even last, until he kicked you out and left you for dead?
My footsteps quickened seemingly running towards my prey. Or maybe, away from whispers that were becoming hard to deny. And then, I found him. Right there, in the darkness, all alone.
Ready to speak.
Or to die.
And all of a sudden, I felt my knife slide home. Blood, sweet and magnificent, rose in the air. Every cell in my body rose towards it, parched for a taste.
Just a taste.
I stumbled under the ferocity of the thirst, my will pushed to its limit to keep it under control. His life was fading out.
I had to... I had to look him in the eye. I turned him around, and it wasn't him. It wasn't him.
Oh god, it wasn't him.
It wasn't him it wasn't him it wasn't----------
"Ophelia, what the heck have you become?"
I slowly turned towards the source of the sound, knowing the horror on his face I'd be forced to see. There it was, but somewhere in the miasma of repulsive emotions.... Was it concern? Did my dear Anton still care? Did he still... still love?
Something fell on my thigh, soft, and warm, disappearing seeping through my dirtied clothes the moment it touched. And it was then I realized - it was blood. It was all over me, across my lips, on my hands, seeping into my fingernails. It was overwhelming me, wrenching sense and sanity away. Was it too late? Was I past the point of no retu------
The next moment, I realize I'm.... falling. Further and further, but I can't find the floor. I can't feel my legs, my arms, my mouth. It's as if every part of me except my soul has disintegrated, vanished into thin air. I look around me. There are so many like me. Witches, humans, the faceless, the feral. The victim and the criminal. They are all the same. WE are one and the same. I don't feel my consciousness fading away, but rather.... It bleeds, it swims around like a drop in an ocean, a single grain of pollen among thousand others flying away. It's coming all together now, fusing and joining and mixing with the others, and into the will of one great being. It's like..... Like the God accepting us into His womb, letting us be a part of His plan, and giving us one last gift- vision, His vision, to see the world as it really is............. And the ones we left behind in this world.
The process seems so painful - I can feel emotions that aren't my own, emanating from within me, while my own emotions are scattered over this pool of collective consciousness. It swirls and splashes around, slowly moving towards a source, rather than away. The closer I get, the lesser I remember about myself. I'd be concerned, unhappy even, weren't it not for the fact that along with myself, I could also feel myself forgetting the world I had lived in like an insect, while I dance around in the memories of others. It's all mine, and what's mine is also others'. There isn't an "I" anymore. There's just...... An ocean. An ocean of serenity. A desert, devoid of pain and suffering. An oasis of peace.
Just......Anton. Look after him, my Savior. And my----------------------
-Era Vulgaris-
Ah...... Another dead one coalescing into me. A woman, full of hopes and dreams soaked and squandered away by sorrow and hatred and envy. Don't fret, little one. You can rest now. Be in peace with yourself, and this broken world. Now, where were we? Ah, the woman finally lost it.
Her self-consciousness faded away the very moment that drop of blood dripped onto her tongue. What was left, was a husk of its former self, hungry for blood and power. I hated watching this, though I'd seen this a million times over. Even the part of me that was once that poor girl was undoubtedly horrified at what she'd become. It's okay, it's okay. It'll work out in the end. Trust me. Your loved ones shall come out whole from the other side.
Especially, I thought, if the Bishop beside him is truly who I think he is.
The word "Bishop" brought a bit of warranted concern to the residual piece of the girl, which meant I had to spend some more of my energy and attention to calm her down. So, I thought. Where were we?
The husk of the woman lunged for her former lover, only to be denied her prey by a sudden tackle to the ground. The assailant swiftly rolled out of harm's way, spinning around and aiming a rather large revolver right at her head.
"Freeze. Or the bullet goes in your head."
She didn't respond in kind. Instead, she... It. It, reminded the small voice that was once part of her, now just in pure disbelief at what she was looking at. It looked him dead in the eye, wailed its vocal cords out and slit its own arm, letting the blood spurt open all around her. The dead carcass beside her became her fuel, swimming towards and into heIt, as its own blood slowly morphed into clones of its own. All contorted and manic, just like the original. All at once, they converged right at the hunter, eager to churn out the flesh. One sneaky little figure, however, sneaked right out of sight and right towards its/ her husband.
Yeah, it was her husband alright. All these bright little memories sparkling from within the dark, right up until everything tore apart- Wait. Oh n-
A hailstorm of gunshots shattered the rain of noise that drenched the night. And just like that, almost all the clones were gone, fading into a cloudburst of blood from which they had risen. The husband, Anton, screamed, "The blood- it'll burn!!" But the hunter rushed through regardless, through the blood.
True to his word, the blood began to boil and corrode away all the protective plates and clothing, but the man himself was strangely unaffected. Rather, he became seemingly faster, as he kicked away the witch, the original form out, just a mere fraction of a second before it could rip out Anton's jugular. My heart was in my throat. Or at least, the newly assimilated soul felt that way.
I was more interested to as to how the Bishop appeared to have changed, as if a limiter on himself had been removed by the blood. As if a blind man had finally been given the path towards light.
By the time it could recover, the Bishop held the previous position once again- only this time, aiming at the creature's belly. That, is what I was worried about. The poor woman was pregnant when she lost control. "Now," he said. "Don't move."
The woman's soul suddenly began to wrench its way out towards her body, trying desperately to save its offspring, its child. Its only ray of hope. It took a considerable effort to keep her in control, much more than what I would once require. Well, I thought, all the more reason to let things go as they should.
Anton went to protect the thing that was once his wife, right up until the Bishop changed his aim towards him.
Anton paled, but understood the message. He returned to his previous position, his crosshairs pointed right at the woman's swollen abdomen, and waited for her to react.
She didn't.
She stilled, almost stuck between her primal urge as a creature of blood, and a maternal urge as a creature of warmth.
The hesitation was enough for the hunter to make a decision.
"Rest in peace."
The gun fired.
A single bullet exploded into a hundred smaller shells, penetrating the witch - not at the abdomen, but straight through the head. The man beside him just puked at the gruesome scene, unable to bear not just the brutality, but the heartbreak of it.
The hunter turned towards him. "Put yourself together. Besides, you put her in this situation."
The remark halted Anton from his state of disgust into a fit of near-violent rage.
"What? What the fuck do you know, you lowlife? You're the ones who kill innocent women for just the smallest suspicion of their nature. You fucker! Die in the womb you lived in you-"But, he couldn't hold on to it. Just couldn't.
Anton broke into tears, his guilt, his pain and his loss flowing down his face and falling at the cold ground below him.
It--It wasn't a nice sight to see. He cried, and cried, and cried, sometimes in reminiscence of the small moments that he'd shared with his loved one, sometimes in despair of the things he'd done. He could blame all he could, curse all he could. At the world. At hunters. At God. Even himself, but that would not bring his love back to life. It wouldn't bring his unbor---
A tiny, yet strong innocent wail interrupted his downward spiral.
"Anton. Your child." With that brief phrase, the Bishop laid a fragile infant in his arms. Crying, with hair barely formed, yet Anton could see it- It was her child. Her and his. THEIR child. But......
"IT's- It's a girl. Won't you-"
"Well, I think it would be rude of me not to turn a blind eye your way. I cannot see, after all. Besides, I think this child deserves a chance. For the mother who, in the throes of death, chose her child over revenge. And," he said, patting down the man's shoulder, "the pathetic man who still wanted to save his wife, even if she was no more. Now go. Get the fuck out of here. I gotta pick up the corpse and collect my payment. Oh, and, uh... What happened here, all of it- you don't remember a thing. Got it?"
He didn't need even the slightest of threats. The guy thanked the Bishop and, with the now smiling babe, walked away.
Another figure appeared from behind the hunter.
"Was that a good decision, Navy?"
A Faceless one. Quite devoted to the Bishop. His question held a tone of concern, but a sense of curiosity dominated his voice as he asked his question.
"Grayson," he said, placing his shotgun onto the floor as a walking stick, "I never overthi-"
"Shut up."
A careless shrug. "Alright. You got me. You want me to be honest? I.....see myself, as weird as it sounds. In that child, in that man. Even in the fuckin' witches. I kill them for a living, Gray. I wake up every morning to load a bullet carrying their name."
"You hate them. Simple as that."
"But a really small part of me..... It- I don't know, Gray. Sometimes all I do is say thanks to this stupid world we live in. A world where everyone wants to fall in love but there's no room for it, in the grand scheme of things. You know, it's times like these that make me glad. Better off believing in a dream world of love and peace, rather than knowing this nightmare of an era. An Era Vulgaris, if you will."
Indeed, in this we might just be kindred spirits. Hm... well, there's definitely a potential in him, to become what I need him to be in the future. I just.....
Well, I'll let this run its course.
After all, it depends on whether she can will herself a future worth salvaging. For there was another one spying on the hunter, another witch whose paths would cross with his. And that path would either fall in place like clockwork, or blow up every plan and contingency I'd made into smoke.
Till then, I guess it best to rest. Kick back and watch this Era Vulgaris consume itself in its vanity, and see if something will come out whole the other side. Rest well, Navidson.
And thank you.
Something settled, and that's when I realized the woman's soul had finally accepted its fate, fading into the primordial soup. Broken, scared and all bled out, and yet she put up a hell of a fight.
The human will is quite extraordinary, is it not?

Can we please have a discussion about if we still need to restrict ourselves to "meme Tuesday" during the off-season?
(On mobile so sorry for bad formatting)
There's no football going to be played for months and, as it did last year, the sub is going to dry up and become the same recycled transfer rumours, and "WHY CHELSEA NEED XYZ - 4K - Goals & Assist" videos with only a few posts a day.
It's depressing enough not having any football to watch, but then you'll come onto this sub just to see there's been one post in the past 6 hours and it'll be a tweet of some "in the know" saying Chelsea have interest in XYZ player. Wait a week or so after the champions league final and you'll see this sub will be very dry, and unfortunately rival subs won't be as dry.
I appreciate that people don't like memes because they're "low effort" but reposting those itk tweets is hardly high effort content - I'd argue it takes longer to edit your own meme than copy and paste the tweet URL.
Finally, forcing people to post their memes only on Tuesday shoehorns a week's worth of memes into a single day - most of which aren't funny because they've now been circulated on other platforms and are a week old by Tuesday. So it makes Tuesday a shit show because there's loads of memes, AND makes it boring because the memes are a week old and no longer funny.
My opinions on why it would be good to remove "meme Tuesday" and just have no restrictions with regards to "memes"
Pros:
Increased activity in the sub
Increased activity= increased discussion
Tuesday would no longer be a shit show of week old memes
Memes are entertaining! Not every post has to be a serious post, especially when the season is over - it's going to be boring with no football for the next few months, I'd prefer to have some entertainment when checking this sub rather than nothing.
Cons:
If you really hate memes, you'll probably find it annoying (possibly) seeing memes every day rather than once a week.
EDIT: I think the general consensus is that something should change, I've voiced my personal opinion and I think most people who've commented (whether they agree with my idea or not) have voiced their dislike of meme Tuesday

Been trying to get into this hobby for a while and every time i try to approach a game i reach a point that i have to seek more info or get my runs approved and my experiences are in general pretty bad.
People that are not from USA/England sometimes meet each other in english streams and they get happy to know that someone close to them(in their country) enjoys this kind of entertainment and speak just a bit in their native language, and guess what streamers do? Ban them for interacting with each other and will treat you like complete shit to the point of calling your language and culture useless or swearing at you if you complain about that. Ive shown that with proof to the Devil may cry community because thats what the youtuber (Waifu runs) done months ago and guess what the Dmc mods did? NOTHING. Plus! They banned me for calling him out in their server. this also happened in ff7 remake streams from other people on twitch
Things get very very messy on Discord: -I experiencied a moderator from speedrun.com calling my Guilty Gear game useless and a waste of time because i was asking him to validade my pbs moving upwards on the leaderboard
-I got banned from the Valkyrie community because they treated the characters names as spoilers!! names revealed on trailers and leaks MONTHS before launch.
-People moderating games(meltyblood, valkyrie) that they didnt even pre ordered or had actual high level experience with it calling the games bad or shit.. meanwhile i was putting the effort finding skips and mastering combat posting stuff on youtube. then i asked if i could be a mod and help the community and they said no.
-And today i got into the nier community to learn the skips and a guy started a funny conversation with me making jokes about lore, i was engaged and treating him like a friend because thats what normal people socializing do and we started to disagree. He said "actually" and i posted that nerd meme with the glasses in the chat and he got offended, a mod got mad and they decided to ban me. They banned me because i was trying to make a friend, treating him like my actual friends, talking about story. Its unbelievable
Meanwhile this same dude is leaving a wr run for my category getting dust for more than 4 weeks at this point waiting to be approved.
You people from North america/Europe should think twice before saying that speedrunning communities are welcoming, humble and fun. Its the very opposite and you both dont care about the games nor the people interested in it

5 years had past since the formation of the New Republic and the SkywalkeKenobi Academy, a new Squadron had been formed with the veteran General Hera Syndulla leading the very vessel they had become a part of. This group was known as the New Republic Rangers. This force had composed of ground troops, pilots, and others with exceptional skills. Leading this group in Syndylla's absence were Carson Teva, and Cara Dune. Hera trusted this team not only because of their reputations, but also due to her personal accounts of their advisor, Zeb Orrelios.
When the Jedi had arrived, the new Republic soldiers stood at attention in respect for the Grandmaster who saved the galaxy from the Imperial regime. Luke reunited with his old friend Wedge Antilles, X2 reunited with Grey Squadron and his wife Shara, Ezra reunited with Zeb and met the new team as well as Hera, who embraced him along with the still-so-devious astromech droid Chopper. The 3 Ghost crew members almost teared up when they found out Ezra and Sabine married.
Hera: [Through tears of joy] Ezra, Sabine, I'm... I'm... so proud of you both. I had a feeling this would happen.
Zeb: I'm proud of you too, kid. You two have grown up so much. Bet you didn't miss this bucket of bolts.
Chopper gave his version of a nudge to the Lasat and the old friends and Bridger couple said their goodbyes as they moved to their military posts.
Back at the Temple, Rex and Ahsoka had been teaching their son, Anakin Tano many aspects of their expertise, but this particular lesson was from his father who had realized that his age caught up with him.
Rex: Son, Your mother and I served with your namesake for years, and You have been made aware of my aging. This won't happen to you, but I have things I wish to leave behind. The shrine has been entrusted to Luke's apprentice, but my armor, when you get old enough, as well as my blasters will be yours. Add my helmet to the shrine, give it to Grey. Learn the ways of the Force, like your mother, and her master before you. My mission is over. Continue with yours, and protect all that you love.
With those words, the mother and son embraced in grief. With a heavy heart, Anakin tried to bring himself to give his father's helmet to the Grandmaster's padawan.
Grey: Hello, little guy. What's your name?
Anakin: My name is Anakin Tano. My father told me to give you this.
X2 had then realized who his father and mother were. He then took the helmet and remembered what to do with it. He then asked the child if he wanted to accompany him.
Grey: Do you want to see what your father had referred to?
Anakin: Sure. What is it he wanted to put his helmet for?
Grey: Your father told you of the adventures he had with your mother?
Anakin: Yes.
Grey: After the Clone Wars ended, Your father started collecting helmets of fallen brothers, essentially your millions of uncles, who he was close with. He wanted his helmet on this shrine so he could continue being with them, in spirit.
Anakin: So my father has now joined my uncles in the Force?
Grey: Yes. Like your mother and many Jedi like her believe. When we see the shrine, you can ask anyone who knew your uncles about them, any time you like.
Anakin: Thank you. For everything.
Back at the Temple, Cal Kestis had been teaching the younglings Luke's 3 forms of combat. Form 8 included the use of a primary lightsaber and shoto secondary as needed much like Niman. Luke had been training in this style after making his red shoto from Ahsoka. Form 9 included the use of saber staves, crossguard sabers, and heavy strikes. Ben Solo had been training in this form as his base for when he would create a suitable saber in the future. Form 10 included using the lightsaber as a offensive shield in tandem with a blaster. Kata Akuna, Jacen Syndulla, and Ezra Bridger were the beat students with this form, since Kata saw her father use this form, and Ezra's first blade merged the two types of weapons. As the younglings and older students continued practicing, Kestis had begun having a vision.
Figure: Your family is unprotected. Only your hatred can keep them safe. The Dark Side that you have tasted before has been your savior time and time again. There is much to learn. All you need to do is embrace it! Remember those you've lost, your masters, your best friend, the Jedi Order. Give yourself to it!!
As Cal jolted out of the vision, Merrin came rushing over to comfort the Jedi Battlemaster.
When Luke and the other Jedi returned, he began to organize a meeting of the most powerful and wisest Jedi. Ahsoka, Starkiller, Luke, Cal, and Quinlan Vos had met in a round holotable that was reminiscent of the rebel base. X2, Merrin, and Jacen Syndulla kept watch over the rest of the youngling's training.
Luke: Thank you all for attending this inaugural meeting of the Jedi Council.
Quinlan: I never sat on the council of old before, feels a little weird sitting on one now.
Ahsoka: This is a first for me as well. I remember my master and Master Kenobi being on the council, but I never got the chance.
Luke: We are the wisest that remain of the Jedi, hence why I had chosen you all to serve on the council. Those from the order of old for advisory roles, some who are powerful in many aspects, and those who are willing to provide insight to how the Jedi can be reformed?
Cal: Reformed how exactly?
Luke: Master Kestis, what was the rule on attachment in the order of old?
Cal: That it was forbidden. When I was on Jeddha, I realized that I couldn't let it hold me back. I allowed myself to love unconditionally and now I have not only the child I adopted, but my own with my wife.
Ahsoka: I also had a husband after the battle of Endor, my son and I recently lost him to his accelerated aging.
Quinlan: You had a kid with a clone?
Ahsoka: Remember Captain Rex?
Quinlan: Skywalker's clone leader? Yes. Oh, oh, ooooohhhh.
Starkiller: I also married a pilot. She has been by my side, and we have two children.
Cal: How many of us are there supposed to be, if you don't mind me asking?
Luke: We would start with 6.
Starkiller: There's 5 of us here.
Luke: I understand. We were hoping to put allowing Ezra Bridger to the council.
Ahsoka: I believe that he would make an excellent addition to the council. He has a great tie to our Mandalorian Allies, being married to one.
Starkiller: His combat prowess has not changed since he was lost for years.
Quinlan: Alright. We survived the Empire due to our bending of the rules of the old Jedi Code. This can be more my speed.
Luke: Let's bring the decision to a vote. Those in favor of appointing Ezra Bridger to this council?
Ahsoka: Aye.
Starkiller: Aye.
Luke: Aye. Opposed?
Cal: Nay.
Quinlan: Nay.
Luke: Very well. Majority has decided to welcome Ezra Bridger to the council. Motion passed.
Quinlan: Alright. Guess we can throw away the old code.
Luke: All part of reformation, Master Vos.
Cal: I understand that my family and I have been away from the galaxy for quite some time. We can learn from him as well he learns from us.
Luke: Excellent, everyone. Council adjourned.
As Ezra arrived to the council chambers in his beskar armor, he had seen 3 familiar faces which only comforted him slightly.
Ezra: Council, you have requested my presence here.
Luke: Yes, Bridger. You know Ahsoka Tano, Galen Marek, but allow me to introduce Master Quinlan Vos, and Battlemaster Cal Kestis.
Ezra: A pleasure to meet you both.
Quinlan: Likewise.
Ahsoka: You have been brought before us due to your wisdom and ties to Mandalore, as well as your ability to maintain your dedication to the light.
Starkiller: Your confidence under pressure is commendable and your composure is inspiring for the other students.
Ezra: I understand.
Luke: We invite you to join this council and we grant you the rank of Master.
Ezra was shocked to hear this news from Luke, especially when he knew he had yet to train someone to use the Force.
Ezra: Thank you for this invitation, but I have yet to be a teacher.
Ahsoka: Kanan taught you really well. You have a great ability to bond with others.
Ezra: I see. I accept the seat on the Jedi Council.
As Ezra took his seat, the remaining Jedi had begun thinking of who to train out of the students they have.
Luke: Out of our oldest students here, it seems that even though most of them are our own children, they may need to learn to have different teachers other than parents.
Cal: What about allowing attachment in the Order?
Luke: Attachment can be good, if the attachments are healthy. Some separation can be good for some of the students.
Quinlan: Like how the Jedi of old used to do?
Luke: No, Master Vos. Most of the attachments already formed have been between some Jedi and their children.
Ahsoka: We can discuss this in another meeting.
Starkiller: She's right. Let's move on.
Luke: Thank you, Master Marek. Since I already have a padawan, we have 5 students that need a teacher.
Cal: 4. Kata Akuna is well trained enough by my wife in basic combat tactics, but since her father was a Jedi, I feel it's my duty to train her in the Force and lightsaber techniques. We have been Way from the galaxy for quite some time, and I don't want to overwhelm her with so much at once.
Luke: I see. We can remove her from the list. First, we must discuss who is to train Satine Kenobi Kryze.
Ezra: I will train her.
Luke: What case do you make for the daughter of my Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi?
Ezra: She is also the daughter of Bo-Katan Kryze, leader of Mandalore. With my ties to Mandalore and wisdom previously mentioned by Master Tano, she can learn to marry the ways of the Jedi and the ways of Mandalore in a healthy and coherent way.
Luke: Master Tano, any opposing statements?
Ahsoka: No, Grandmaster. Ezra's connections to Mandalore run deeper than mine.
Luke: It's settled then. Satine Kryze will be trained by Master Ezra Bridger. Next, we have Jacen Syndulla-Dume.
Ahsoka: I will train him.
Luke: What case do you make for young Syndulla-Dume?
Ahsoka: He is the grandson of a famous freedom fighter named Cham Syndulla. Like his grandfather and mother before him, he will be one of the greatest heroes in the galaxy.
Luke: Any opposing statements?
The room had looked around for any opposition to the scenario at hand, with nothing but silence.
Luke: Very well. Master Ahsoka Tano will take Jacen Syndulla-Dume as her apprentice. Master Marek, Master Vos, would you like to teach a student?
Quinlan: I've had enough adventure for a lifetime. I'll keep the records and preserve what Jocasta Nu had attempted to maintain. She had sent many pieces of information through The Path, hopefully most of it was preserved.
Cal: I actually have some left from a holdout on Jeddha that Vader burnt to the ground a few years back.
Starkiller: I believe that in order for me to be a teacher, my personal demons must be conquered first.
Luke: We respect your decision.
As the council adjourned on Yavin 4, another Force-sensitive being has been imprisoned by a group of pirates on Nevarro. As he used his cradle pod to hide from the danger, he had heard blaster fire in the distance. A bounty hunter clad in Mandalorian style armor, by the name of Din Djarin, and a long forgotten IG assassin droid, IG-11, had eliminated the pirates guarding their bounty. The droid had orders to execute the child, but the Mandalorian had orders to bring it to a client who would pay rather handsomely for the job. After the droid fell to a blaster shot to the chest, The beskar clad hunter brought the pod to the Empire. When the hunter got there, he was paid in beskar stamped with the Imperial seal. When the hunter took his payment, he began to feel a weight slowly growing heavier on his shoulders.
After the mandalorian got paid in beskar, he returned to the undercity lair of the Armourer to Forge the pieces he needed.
Armourer: How much do you have for me?
Djarin: How much will this do?
Armorer: Whatever work you found paid you handsomely. I'll send for you when it is ready.
Djarin: Thank you.
Armourer: This is the way.
Djarin: This is the way.
As the two separated, Djarin had collected his single shot disintegrator rifle and IB-94 pistol and began to plan on rescuing the child. When he got a message from his contractor, it was to meet him at the cantina, but he made another stop to the Armourer to inspect his new armor. When he arrived there was a new complete set of armor from the shoulders down.
Armourer: You have brought a great amount to work with. What do you plan to do?
Djarin: Correct a mistake. One that if left as is, will besmirch my honor.
Armourer: This is The Way.
Djarin: This is The Way.
When Djarin arrived at the cantina, the room began to quiet down in astonishment and intimidation. The baskar clad hunter then met with the contractor, Greef Karga. To discuss the job that had gone down.
Greef: Wow, Mando. I take it the client paid you well. All that armor definitely doesn't come cheap.
Djarin: The payout was a handsome one, but I've made a mistake, one I must correct before my honor is worthless.
Greef: Why? Who was your client?
Djarin: The beskar that the client paid me with had Imperial symbols on it.
Greef: Isn't the Empire gone? What would they need- We shouldn't even ask those questions, cause that's not our job.
Djarin: I'm getting him back. This is The Way.
Karga thought that Djarin had gone crazy taking on the Empire. He then kept his head down and put away the bounty puck, saving it for another hunter who wasn't as susceptible to any hokey religions and ancient weapons, as a smuggler turned Alliance hero once said, but only susceptible to credits.
In the New Republic, Generals Solo and Syndulla had sat down discussing some military tactics for defending the new territories and liberating others, and even giving her a piece of information that he could no longer bear his portion of.
Hera: I heard that you joined us moments before Yavin and rescued the Princess of Alderaan. Your kid is studying alongside mine at Skywalker's temple.
Han: Yeah. As much as I tried with her, eventually I succeeded, little did I know that the family drama would be mine to carry along with the Skywalker twins.
Hera: The princess isn't a Skywalker.
Han: She is. Luke is her brother. I'm the only one besides Chewie, Ahsoka, and those ghosts he sometimes talks to.
Hera: Her position in the senate will be up for grabs if that information gets out.
Han: Then you will keep that secret just as I have, that Chewie and Ahsoka have, before she loses potential power in the Senate. Anyways, have we found any more Imperials?
As the conversation continued, Sabine had begun talking to Zeb about joining the team of New Republic Rangers.
Sabine: Hey, Zeb! You got an extra spot on the team?
Zeb: Sabine! Glad to see ya. Well, it ain't me you gotta talk to Marshal Dune over there. From the looks of it, we're fixing to load up. Talk to her when we get back. I'll put in a good word for ya.
Sabine: Thanks Zeb! Tell her I'm great with explosives!
She told the Lasat the last part as the ships roared to life and then as the Lasat gave her a thumbs up, a quick goodbye before they left for the mission.
On the ship, Colonel Kallus had begun talking with Hera about the plan involving the Rangers encountering an Imperial presence on Kashyyyk.
Kallus: General. What are these reports of a couple Jedi joining our group to our mission?
Hera: Since the Jedi have agreed to serve the New Republic on occasional missions, they can decide to help us or not. 2 of them have decided to help us.
Kallus: Can they be trusted? Last time the Jedi helped the Republic of old, they were massacred by the clones who were the first troops of the Empire.
Hera: I have complete faith in these Jedi. My son is one of them. Has your trip to reinvigorate the Lasat population been for naught?
Kallus: No, General. I am just airing on the side of caution. While continuing to do so, I request that I join the ground assault so I can see for myself that these Jedi can be trusted and serve as servants of the Galaxy, not just us.
Hera: Granted, Colonel. These Jedi know the planet a d will be your best bet in navigating the environment and the wookiees.
Kallus: What makes them such experts?
Hera: They were born on the planet.
As Kallus continued to don his armor, blaster, and join Dune and her forces, he began imagining two wookiee jedi, something he thought was both absurd and frightening. When he got to the hangar bay, he was met by half of his expectations.
Kallus: You two must be the Jedi accompanying us I heard so much about.
Starkiller: We are, Colonel. I am Master Marek, and this is Jedi Knight Gungi.
Gungi roared a greeting to the Former Imperial agent turned Rebel Colonel.
Kallus: You two were born on Kashyyyk?
Starkiller: Yes. Gungi you expected since he was a youngling during the Clone Wars, but my parents hid on the world and had me, until they were killed by Vader. Vader took me as his own, trained me to be his weapon, and when the Rebel Alliance was formed, they used my family crest.
Kallus was shocked to hear this information and immediately cast whatever doubt he had aside and introduced the Jedi to the rest of the team of Rangers.
In orbit above Kashyyyk, Lord Cain had been discussing a battle plan with Thrawn, hoping to keep the wookiees in chains for his cloning experiments.
Thrawn: My Emperor, We have detected a rebel fleet that has just exited hyperspace. I suggest that we send the Imperial Army troopers, with the stormtroopers in reserve.
Cain: We have enough power with the garrisons of stormtroopers coming in to relieve the last one. The army troopers are ineffective with maintaining their loyalty to the Empire.
Thrawn: With all due respect, my lord, The wookiees would believe that they would be calmer if they see human faces help them, or they would see any human face as an enemy and attack any other humans on sight.
Cain: So that's your play? Excellent idea. Send the Army troops to maintain the security of the labs and have the stormtroopers guard everywhere else.
Thrawn: At once, my lord.
Cain: My apprentice, once all the necessary vessels are left to join the battle, you must board another destroyer, so the New Republic dogs think they destroyed a command vessel. If Skywalker is not with them, You will engage the less powerful if there are more. If Maul's forces arrive, deal with the silver skinned slimo.
Lumiya: Yes, my master.
Back on Dathomir, Maul and his apprentice have been meditating on Sith teachings until Maul sensed something stirring within his apprentice.
Maul: You have slowed down your rate of study. What is troubling you?
Relicta: It's that Jedi. The one who looked like the one we killed when he tried to hunt us. When I fought him on Mandalore, he said that he and the one we fought were clones of him.
Maul: Since the one you executed wielded red blades, and the one you've encountered on Mandalore had blue blades, what he has told you is true. Vader and my late former master killed him above Naboo, when their first superweapon was under construction.
Relicta: He still has to die. I will not gain certain closure for as long as he lives.
Maul: Then the decision to hunt him down will be solely placed in your hands. Take a ship and find him, if you must. We have an army to maintain and no assured method of recruitment.
Relicta: Yes, Master.
After meditating on her decision to find Starkiller, she finally made the choice and began planning on turning many Imperial troops into her own.
As the Rangers touched down along with the Rogue Shadow, they were greeted by the hiding wookiee chieftain flanked by 3 of his guards. As Gungi communicated with them about the situation, Marek translated for the group.
In the labs, the Imperial army troopers had been watching the wookiees get poked and prodded when a couple had seen a robed figure just vanish. As the soldiers pursued the figure, Relicta knew her plan was working, she was going to lure each soldier away from their posts to defect to her side. As every Army soldier continued to maintain their post, they knew their loyalties were no longer with the Empire.
Back on Nevarro, Djarin had returned to the client with intent to kill. When the 4 stormtroopers guarding him raised their blasters, he drew his pistol and aimed his free arm at another.
Stormtrooper: There's 4 of us. No way you walk put of here alive.
Djarin: I like those odds.
As the client was frozen in fear, he saw 2 blasts bounce off the armor as the hunter fired his pistol into one trooper, and the whistle rockets from his gauntlet fired in multiple directions killing the rest, sending the client running until Djarin fired a shot into the back of his head.
As the child cooed after opening the pram canopy, the beskar clad warrior tried to assure the infant that they were safe.
Djarin: Don't worry. I'll bring you back to your kind. You can trust me.
When the beskar clad warrior returned to his ship, he made sure that the pram was protected and prepared for more Imperial Forces.
As the Rangers, Kallus, Starkiller, and Gungi arrived at the Imperial base, the former ISB Agent saw a long highway leading up to the labs, much like the Imperial checkpoint on Lothal.
In the labs, Relicta finished her work moving the army troopers to position themselves ready to attack the stormtroopers. As she evacuated the labs, she contacted her master and began hunting the Jedi that were going to rescue the wookiees.
Relicta: Master, I have increased our odds against the Empire and I'm about to destroy the Jedi.
Maul: Excellent. Happy Hunting. When you destroy the Jedi, meet me on Oba Diah. We have an old alliance to rekindle.
As the female Zabrak ordered the Imperial army troops to fight against the stormtroopers, the New Republic squad and wookiee liberators joined in the battle and fought both sides. Kallus had ordered the troops and the chieftain to surround the lab entrance while the Jedi attempted to hunt whoever made the confusing move of turning the army against the stormtroopers.
Kallus: Where are you going, Marek?
Starkiller: Gungi and I are hunting whoever forced these army troops against the stormtroopers. Call Juno if you need any air support.
Kallus: Thank you, Master Jedi! Rogue Shadow, this is Colonel Kallus, we need you to lead an airstrike against any Imperial support that my come to reinforce the labs!
Juno: On my way, Colonel! I'll evacuate the prisoners if I have no other orders.
Kallus: Duly noted, Captain!
As Gungi and Starkiller found a cloaked figure, Gungi leapt in for a strike, but as the figure teleported away, Gungi was severely wounded with a stab to his ribcage, incapacitating the wookiee.
Relicta: I know who you are, Jedi. You don't fool me for a second.
Starkiller: A clone of the one you seek, yes.
Relicta: No! You are the one who took my masters away from me!!
Starkiller: You claimed to have fought and killed me, until you saw me on Mandalore.
Relicta: You will still die for Felucia!!
Starkiller then remembered what Kota told him about his vision of this woman was. As he steeled himself for a fight against the girl that his progenitor go and activated his two sapphire blades.
Gungi was crawling away to heal his wounds and as he saw the other Jedi Master fight with such raw potential compared to the Lady of the Sith. As Relicta threw her sabers after cloaking, Starkiller then balled himself up for a lightning infused Force repulse. As the energy blasted out of the Clone, Relicta had felt her robes be singed while she was thrown back against a tree. Starkiller then saw the figure disappear again and activated his unleashed state, sending Force lightning to his sabers. As Maris attempted to block each strike that looked like a blurr to anyone unable to touch the Force, but as Maris's arms continued to be singed, her defenses fell and Starkiller delivered a saber slam infused with Force lightning, further crimping her silver skin.
As Relicta used the last of her anger, what brushed it away was the last words that she may have heard from the Jedi.
Starkiller: You should've listened to me on Felucia years ago, Maris.
Relicta: That name is dead!
Starkiller: Your misery will end, Brood.
Relicta: I have a son! You can't make him an orphan!
Starkiller realized that since she was a mother, he had to reassure her that he won't come for her family.
Starkiller: I know what it is like to care for others like a family. They will be spared if they mean that much to you.
As Starkiller stepped closer to the fear-stricken zabrak, Relicta realized that she would join her former masters soon. Starkiller spun his right blade and stabbed her heart with a reverse grip, and stabbed her trachea with the left blade. The Marek clone then tended to Gungi and made their way back to the victorious alliance.
Aboard the Razor Crest, Djarin had begun searching for answers as to where the child he had in his care belonged. When he landed on Tatooine, he landed in a city where another job was about to take place that required multiple members. One member was a former Imperial Marksman by the name of Migs Mayfeld, and the others were a rather legendary pair; one was a Gand bounty hunter with a very keen talent for psychometry named Zuckuss, and a protocol droid like partner in crime by the designation 4-LOM.
Their job entailed taking some highly classified Imperial information that was about to be declassified aboard a star destroyer above Kuat. The veteran pair were very eager to get the job done efficiently and quickly. The other two, who had less experience were very dubious about what the intel was and who should possess it.
Mayfeld: So, Mando. You ever met those two?
Djarin: No. I haven't heard if them.
Mayfeld: My former CO told me that they wre tasked by Darth Vader to find a Corellian Freighter containing rebel officers and leadership. I never liked bounty hunters, but it's better than The Empire I can say that much.
Djarin: What do you plan to do once we get the information?
Mayfeld: From what I understood from those two, they're the kind to kill any partners to grow their share. How about we turn the tables on them, you and me? Huh?
Djarin: If those two are as legendary and skilled as you say they are, killing them would serve a tactical advantage and a good monetary step up in this line of work.
Mayfeld: Good. Thanks. We'll be rich and famous, well, infamous, for taking down those two.
When Mayfeld entered an Imperial encryption that checked out the crew entered the decommissioned destroyer and extracted the information needed from two different sections of computers. 4-LOM and Zuckuss had one half of the intel and Djarin held onto the other. As their clocks ran down, Mayfeld saw information about Operation Cinder and found that his CO was a field officer in the near destruction of his post on Burnin Konn.
As the bounty hunter crew split into two pairs and eventually spread themselves out, they were on the hunt to eliminate those they believed to be loose ends. Throughout the vacant destroyer, Djarin had used his cycler rifle to move from cover to cover as he searched for the droid. Mayfeld drew his DT-12 pistols and SE-14r pistol on the hunt for the gas breathing insectoid hunter.
Aboard the Razor Crest, The child had grown worried that he was left on his own, but remembered everything he had experienced during the purge almost 30 years ago.
As Zuckuss had turned a corner near the reactor room, Mayfeld had found the perfect shot with his trio of pistols, but a slip of one of his legs let out a screech causing Mayfeld to fire on the hunter, landing 3 precise shots to his right eye, heart, and his left thigh. A stray blast from Zuckuss's blaster left a hile through the rafters of the room as Mayfeld let himself fall to the walkways and make his way to take Zuckuss's information.
As 4-LOM continued to hunt one of the lesser hunters, he slowly began turning his head to see Beskar through a corner slot before seeing the cycler round fire through the corners of the halls, missing the droid's head, causing the droid to slowly approach approach him, blasting with the DLT-19 he had stolen from an Imperial outpost on Mimban.
Djarin knew that he had time to load another shot, and as he flanked the slow moving droid, he snuck around behind him and used another cycler round to the back of the hunter's head. As the brain-like head flew off the body, the protocol droid body collapsed forward, and Djarin switched to his pistol as he thought he had to fight his way back to his ship. When he saw his ship in the hangar, he tried contacting Mayfeld about his location.
Djarin: Mayfeld? Where are you?
Mayfeld: I'm not going with you. I'm taking a TIE to the rendezvous point. Meet me back at Mos Pelgo so we can get our credits.
Djarin: Fine. I'll meet you there.
As the two landed in different ports on Tatooine, they returned to their contractor, Ranzar Malk, they were each paid 32,570 credits, due to 4-LOM and Zuckuss perishing on the job.
When the Mandalorian and Former Imperial parted ways, Djarin had continued his quest to find the child's kind.
On Dathomir, Maul had recently learned that his apprentice perished on Kashyyyk, but her passing had a massive effect on his ability to maintain his own Sith Triumvirate. He had recently taken another apprentice in case Relicta decided that the way of the Sith was no longer important to her.
Maul: As you can feel, my new apprentice, Lady Relicta has been destroyed by the Jedi. Even though both of us had agreed to train you, it seems that you will learn the traditional ways of the Sith. This begins another chapter, Lady... Talon.
Talon: Yes, my master. We will conquer our enemies and usurp galactic power on a massive scale.
End of Part 13

So Pokemon Home just dropped and you the reader really want to just smash the entire metagame with cocaine bear. Well I got your back with some heat TR teams. Unlike my last post, this time I will be posting a lot of teams so if you don't like a random redditor rambling about a niche playstyle and just want the team in question well...

TLDR :

https://pokepast.es/cc649b55771109b0 (Reached top 200 in Gen 9 OU)
If you are reading this post post Ursaluna ban, well too bad. I will post TR teams without Ursaluna and Magearna in the future so lookout for that or just replace Ursaluna with Glastrier. Use Cinderace to keep hazards off field and use Torkoal and Ursaluna to delete stuff. Use Iron Hands as late game sweeper once the unawares have been dealt with.
Now for the long post to begin :

Pick your Trick Room Team:

If you are new to Trick Room playstyle, you might want to refer to my previous post or at least the TLDR part of it so you are aware of the limitations of Trick Room playstyle. Now below are the three teams sorted by level of skill and metagame awareness required to play (explanations given below):

• Beginner : https://pokepast.es/c68f9ffaa2658d0a
• Intermediate : https://pokepast.es/68fbe9ffde64df04
• Advanced : https://pokepast.es/cc649b55771109b0
• (Bonus) Team for Dons : https://pokepast.es/b876ccfcdf046ac2

Threats to TR teams :

• Tera Water Urshifu once it gets a SD up will not allow you to setup your TR unless you Tera Water yourself.
• Heatran will taunt and trap your setter so need some way to pressure heatran.
• Substitutes and protects are always annoying. (Fuck protect rotom-wash)
• Ursaluna itself is quite scary if it outspeeds your TR mains under TR and OHKOs your setters outside of TR.
• Strong priority like tera dark sucker punch chien-pao and tera normal Dragonite.

Now that we have established the threats lets explore the above teams.
Beginner :

• Hatterene, Magearna and Glowking are the TR setters. Lead with hatterene to get a TR off 93% of the time or lead with Mag/Glowking if you predict a Urshifu lead & Lead with Ursaluna if you predict a Heatran lead. Hat is tera steel coz fuck dire claw.
• 252 Atk Choice Band Tera Water Urshifu-Rapid-Strike Surging Strikes (3 hits) vs. 252 HP / 252+ Def Hatterene on a critical hit: 276-330 (86.7 - 103.7%) -- approx. 6.3% chance to OHKO
• 252 Atk Choice Band Tera Water Urshifu-Rapid-Strike Surging Strikes (3 hits) vs. 248 HP / 96 Def Magearna on a critical hit: 306-360 (84.2 - 99.1%) -- approx. 2HKO
• 252 Atk Choice Band Tera Water Urshifu-Rapid-Strike Surging Strikes (3 hits) vs. 252 HP / 252+ Def Slowking-Galar on a critical hit: 306-366 (77.6 - 92.8%) -- approx. 2HKO
• Aim of the team is to chip down the physical walls (Great Tusk/ Lando/Dondozo) so that Ursaluna can sweep. Glastrier is tera electric to help with corv and pex matchups and Iron hands is tera fire to lure in durge and iron valiant. Glastrier has good enough bulk
• This is marked as a beginner team as there are 3 TR setters with instant pivots (Eject pack/ C healing wish) and none of the pokemons are choice locked. All the mons resist rocks or have boots so stealth rock is non issue. Pilot this team to get a better understanding of the playstyle.
• Possible Changes : Glowking to a more sp. def variant to better deal with heatran and set TR up in front of special attackers, Ursaluna Tera to Ghost to help with mirror matchups and Tera bug Iron Hands with EQ instead of Wild Charge.
• Limitations: Although this team is easy to pilot, there are multiple limitations to this team. All are Physical attackers so against Zamazenta its GG. Eject pack Magearna is not reliable way to switch out (90% accurate move is 10% accurate for me) and with all the bullshit GF has introduced hatterene is not enough to keep hazards of the field (Seriously what was GF thinking lol). Hazards + a strong attacker (Urshifu/ Chien-pao) is GG for a TR team. Once you are comfortable piloting this team proceed for the next team.

Intermediate:

• I will be honest TR before home kind of sucked in Gen 9. Is it Ursaluna which makes TR strong now?Well... yes but also there is one more mon. Enter.... Uxie. This is not a joke lmao Uxie is really the goat. Go on showdown and filter the mons which gets TR, stealth rock, encore and memento. Yeah. Uxie is bulky af, sets up hazards, encores dragonites, Zamas and magearnas and fucks off instantly. Ohh Uxie how I missed you. Team has a sp. def variant to set up TR in front of strong special attackers as well as enough physical bulk to withstand physical hits (Walls GT). Tera dark to setup TR in front of fraud chien-pao in case GT knocked off colbur berry.
• Ursaluna is the king of TR teams. Torkoal is the God. To demonstrate its power let me post 2 calcs.
• 252+ SpA Choice Specs Tera Fire Torkoal Eruption (150 BP) vs. 0 HP / 0 SpD Volcanion in Sun: 164-194 (54.4 - 64.4%) -- guaranteed 2HKO
• 252+ SpA Choice Specs Tera Fire Torkoal Eruption (150 BP) vs. 248 HP / 8 SpD Assault Vest Toxapex in Sun: 148-175 (48.8 - 57.7%) -- 96.1% chance to 2HKO
• Aim of this team is to chip the flash fire and double resist to fire mons, proceed to sweep with torkoal. Torkoal is faster than cocaine bear under TR so sweep with your hearts content. Torkoal is bulky enough to withstand the sucker punches and aqua jets and demolish said attackers. Also weakens Urshifu's Surging Strokes. However there is a big enough problem for torkoal. HAZARDS.
• With the Ceaseless Discharges and Stoned Axes, hatterene cannot keep hazards off field. Hazard control in a TR team is a massive challenge. The mon with both TR and rapid spin is Toadscruel (lol) and with both TR and defog is Drifblim (LMAO). We have to enter the kitchen for this one. Enter.... Braviary Hisuan edition.
• This mon has sheer force and 112 Sp. Atk. Lando-I has 115 Sp. Atk. Literally Lando-I at home. Lando-I does not get hurricane. You know who gets sheer force boosted hurricanes ? Yeah. Has god like coverage with shadow ball, psychic, heat wave all SF boosted. But SF boosted hurricane is nothing compared to the one move it gets. DEFOG. Yeah baby. Mon is also bulky enough to take some neutral hits and not die in case you have to 1v1 some mon outside of TR. Tera fairy is for sucker punches but feel free to make it ghost for Ursaluna facades.
• This team is intermediate as torkoal is choice locked and depends a lot on your ability to keep hazards off the field. I know its tricky but the reward is you clicking eruption 3 times to delete 3 mons per TR setup. All the flash fire mons are also weak to Earth Power so it also relies on you calling your opponents switch. Also rain can seem to be tough but consider this : 252+ SpA Choice Specs Tera Fire Torkoal Eruption (150 BP) vs. 248 HP / 0 SpD Pelipper in Rain: 135-159 (41.7 - 49.2%) -- guaranteed 2HKO after Stealth Rock. For sp. def variants, Guaranteed SF boosted hurricanes yaay!
• Limitations : Look I know defog on a SR weak mon is weak sauce but you use Toedscruel and Drifblim in OU and tell me how it goes. Team still needs Ursaluna to threaten heatran and Screens are a big problem for any TR team. No clear answer for Chien-pao/ Late game Kingambit. Also WW fucks this team if not played properly. Watch out for Tera fire kingambits/Zamazenta/amoongus. Keep hatterene healthy for a healing wish in case opponent has above tera fire mons. Pilot this team and once comfortable proceed for the next team.

Advanced:

• We remove the cheap soon-to-be-banned Magearna for honest and hard working Cinderace. Look, I know Cinderace does not learn TR but it learns Court Change. You know where this is going, screens and hazards can now be dealt with easily. High jump kick with libero (or low kick if you are afraid of missing) fucks over Fraudian-Samurott and Ugly Scizor, resisting both their signature moves.
• With hazards taken care of we can braviary can now be replaced with Iron Hands except this is not the Iron Hands from the first team. Look at its set. Yeah. Shoutouts to the guy who came up with this. I just changed the tera to bug to Goob Great Tusk. This mon is your one stop answer to all the physical bullshit in the tier (Urshifu, Kingambit, Chien-Pao even Ursaluna). Once special attackers/unawares are dealt with this mon can win even outside of TR.
• This team is advanced as you might have noticed, it has only two TR setters. Also Court change is not defog. It is possible to have both sides to have hazards if not played properly. In practice, playing with two TR setters is lot more tricky than you might think. But with the might of Ursaluna and Torkoal you can demolish most of the teams out there. I reached top 200 in OU and I believe a better player can reach top 100 easily with this team.
• Uxie can be phys. def with tera water to deal with Rain teams and Urshifu (Seriously don't let Urshifu SD. Greedy players always SD with their Urshifu expecting my Ursaluna to switch but I never do.) Also SD instead of belly drum on Iron Hands if one is unable to get a belly drum off while playing.
• Limitations: Stall team gets demolished by this team unless their blissey teras into water now you are getting walled by blissey and houndstone. Niche matchup but still worthy to point out. WW is still a pain in the ass and requires a lot of skill and calling out switches to win. Fortunately you have to worry about it once (252+ SpA Choice Specs Tera Fire Torkoal Eruption (150 BP) vs. 12 HP / 0 SpD Walking Wake in Sun: 176-207 (51.4 - 60.5%) -- guaranteed 2HKO). Deal with magearnas immediately or it will setup and become unkillable. Some stuff like protect wash tom is really annoying but what can we do TR teams do really have limitations thats why they are niche in singles.

Team for Absolute Chads:

• Well if the above team wasn't heat enough we replace Iron Hands with Regieleki at home: Regidrago (LMAO).
• Regidrago is an absolute monster once fairies are gone and with its nice HP stat it can 1v1 some mons even outside of TR.
• Torkoal and Regidrago honestly have good synergy with torkoal resisting ice and fairy moves and drago resisting water moves. The best part is this shit gets earth power for whatever reason so it can still deal with magearna with out using tera. Imagine the opponent switching in sp. def heatran for dragon energy only to get KOed by Earth Power. With the only flash fire mon gone, torkoal goes nuts.
• This team needs big bollocks to pilot as it has only two TR setters, two choice-locked mons and both the mons depend on their HP being at near full to sweep the opposite team. Also any random mon can tera into fairy and proceed to goob your regidrago. But then they cannot tera into fire so your torkoal goobs their team instead. That's the point of the team. Vice versa for Tera water magearna to survive eruption from torkoal.
• A funny thought but once Ursaluna dies and you have used your tera on torkoal, Dachsbun walls the team (LMAOOOO).

If you have read this far, I would like to sincerely thank you for taking an interest in TR playstyle. With Ursaluna still in the tier, TR teams can easily demolish their way to the top. Semi-TR are honestly easier to pilot but I am a TR enthusiast so I go all in. Personally I would like to see magearna and cheap-pao banned before Ursaluna goes. (Also who at GF thought about giving Urshifu Swords Dance ? Really I just want to have a talk thats all.)
Beyond Ursaluna, its still possible to reach the top using a TR team although a lot of creativity and skill is required (Bax + Regidrago come to mind to pressure the fairies. I am still working on it). Unless Uxie is getting banned to Ubers, Trick Room is finally a viable strategy in Gen 9 OU.

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I'm in alot of pain ,stress,loneliness going through alot with my psychiatric illnesses relapsing ,other chronic illnesses relapsing too ,being suicídal and almost ended it all earlier,and also being in a toxic environment I'm all alone through this It's all too much to deal with and I can't do this all alone y'all 😞 I got no friends or family to be there. Can someone pls stay with me on call on discord or atleast text me through this? a friend being there would mean alot. Also if u're a Christian can u send me some prayers and comforting bible verses ? Or some memes, anything funny or cute ,some music or cartoon to watch to distract myself Someone who's understanding and compassionate. Have a nice day !

So, Egg Collection time for the weekly core hunt. Join a random lobby as engineer on dense biozone.
Get in the drop pod, arrive, get out, immediately get swarmed by Naedocyte shockers, 5 seconds later get grabbed by a mactera grabber and thrown into a literal canyon, ONTO A KORLOK SEED and fighting for dear life, while the team is trying to rescue my downed ass, also dying to the korlok and an oppressor.
The end? Failure after only 3-4 minutes.
It was a funny failure, I gotta say.

Was on social media on a random non celebrity related page, then saw a Kanye post. I commented on the post questioning the sudden fanfare of such a controversial figure from the account that usually posts advice and funny memes. I got attacked, but the majority of people attempting to attack me were other black people. Ofc this happens all the time, but when other black people are defending comments by a man who literally has a preeminent white supremacist (NF) who goes on streams to call him a "friend" and "genius" for espousing certain views on black people and jewish people, I get confused. And the majority of the comments were other black people or accounts with racist mentions or memes. Black people were liking the racist comments made to me that 100% apply to them.
Truthfully, I am taken aback. How do I just get over it.

So, I’m writing this on my phone because I figured I should share my experiences. I’ve shared one already but I figured I should share more as I have had quite the run-ins with some odd things in the woods of the Pacific Northwest.
I live in Oregon, but I do tend to travel on my off time in the wilderness, despite my run ins I love the forest, nature, and all I just tend to be much more careful now.
This first story takes place in my home state. I have a buddy who is a park ranger and he shared me a story of his own. He works at Crater Lake National Park and was patrolling one of the trails that was reported by hikers who said they heard a bear in the area. He went out with a tranquilizer to move the bear out of an area that was close to a campground. He was walking as usual when he felt eyes on him…he began to hear movement in the woods, and he shouted out “anybody out there?”
No response.
He got his tranquilizer ready and proceeded toward the noise. But as he approached, he heard another noise behind him.
Now he was thinking, “Oh no there’s more than one out here.”
Not sure what to do he prepared for the worst but then to his relief it was two deer. He sighed in relief thanking God that he wasn’t going to be mauled that day. But suddenly he noticed blood on one of the deer’s antlers and next to it behind the bushes it came out of was the carcass of a black bear. The two deer just stared at him and returned to feasting on the bear. He wasn’t sure what to do, tranquilize them or risk being a victim? He decided it was best to take the shot and hit both. They didn’t even budge and just walked off into the forest.
He reported the dead carcass of the bear and just had a team remove the remains. Still gives him the Chills thinking back to that day.
The next story was when I went on a fishing trip with a friend in Washington.
We had set out to fish along this river that was calm that day.
We caught a few fish and even some crawdads. I love seafood so I wanted us to stay out longer to catch a few more fish. My friend ended up taking a nap while I continued to fish. All was well but I suddenly noticed something in the distance, something dark moving along the river. I thought it was some sort of log that was stuck and got free and was floating along the river, but its movements didn’t appear normal. It would move back and forth getting closer and closer. I began to get nervous; I can’t really explain why it just felt like I needed to get away from whatever this thing was.
I turned to my friend who was still asleep and heard a splash.
I looked back and the thing was just gone. I looked around wondering where it went, and I saw it. Perched on top of a tree, I thought it was a cougar, I grabbed my binoculars for a closer look, and it was crouched but was tall, lanky and had milky white eyes but covered in black feathers and wearing some sort of animal pelt. I felt a sudden sense of dread and fear I never felt before. I looked back to my friend to wake him but before I could I heard another splash and saw it was back in the water now headed to the boat. I said “F this “and then turned on the motor and hauled ass out of there. My friend woke up yelling at me and asked, “What the hell are you doing?” but I didn’t respond. When we got to the loading dock, I anchored the boat and told him to get in the truck and he protested about leaving the boat and I said, “We will get it later get in now!”
The car ride back I explained everything, and I saw how pale he got. He’s part Native American and explained to me that what I saw was a Skinwalker.
This next story takes place in the Canadian Wilderness. I was on a hunting trip with my buddy who has a cabin in Canada deep in the wilderness, off-grid type of deal. It was the beginning of winter so the snow wasn’t so bad to where you just couldn’t move. He had this goal to get a mountain lion. So, we headed out to a ridge where you could see out to a clearing where he said he saw this specific mountain lion every year. It always came to the same spot, maybe its home was nearby I don’t know. So, its nighttime, and we had a small fire going, I went to go take a piss when I noticed something or somethings… 3 humanoid figures were in the clearing, I quickly put the fire out, and my friend told me “Dude why did you do that?” I told him to shush, and we observed the 3 beings. The thing was this was way out in the middle of the wilderness, there’s absolutely no way that anybody else knew about this spot. Also, the 3 figures looked human, but I could tell they were much taller than normal and their arms, skinny and just moved unnaturally. They were circling something, but I couldn’t tell what exactly. Then one of the figures stopped and looked directly at us. We rushed to cover and didn’t really know what to do. So, we decided to not sleep that night and have our rifles ready just in case. The following morning, we went down to the clearing to see what those figures were circling and sure enough we saw footprints much larger than a normal human and the beheaded mountain lion that my friend wanted mounted in his cabin so badly but now not so much…
This story still comes across my mind to this day. Me and my buddy from our hiking club were going on a hike one day, it was a beautiful hike along a river, and we were looking for places to set up camp. We saw a campground with food and trash everywhere and at first, I was upset that someone just left this much of a mess here. But the longer I looked around the weirder things got…Their trash bag was still hoisted up on a tree branch but ripped open, the food was still there and if a bear or another animal got to the food, they would of ate everything. Also, there tents were still set up, but ripped as if from the inside, clothes still around and even 2 pairs of boots. The whole campground looked as if whoever was there was immediately in a rush to get out of there and just left all their belongings, not even bothering to take their shoes. The hairs on my neck stood up and both my buddy and I decided that we should call it a day and just hike back to the car. I reported the incident to the forest rangers, but they said they weren’t aware of anybody camping in the area and did not receive any reports from the area. Still freaks me out thinking what could have spooked these people so bad they left their tents, not even bothering to use the zipper and leaving their clothes and shoes behind.
This next one comes from a solo hike. I was doing a 3-day solo trip somewhere in Washington near the Canadian border. I was literally way out there no facilities or normal campground. I was just hiking along, and dusk was approaching, my campsite was already set but I just went for a stroll when I thought I heard a child’s voice calling for help. I thought it was my imagination, but I heard it again. I began to follow it and then I saw the child. He looked dirty; clothes still intact but his back was facing me. I called out to this kid, and he turned around but before he could speak, he was pulled by someone or something down on the other side of this hill. Then I heard a loud crash as if a metal down shut. I ran to where I saw the kid and saw nothing but the same clothes, he was wearing neatly folded and his shoes right next to them. After a few minutes to no avail, I made my way back to the campsite gathered all my things and headed back. I went to the forest ranger station and told them about what I saw. Never found out if they found that kid or not.
Now this story comes from my close friend in Oregon, but this happened in Washington. So, I was hanging out with my friend who has pretty much grew up in the outdoors all his life and I asked him what his most creepy experience in the woods was. He told me he didn’t have a lot of experiences like that aside from hearing weird things at night when he went camping. But, this one time he was out hiking with his dog, they usually are a pair for hiking with friends but this time he was out hiking with just his dog in the deep woods of Washington on a trail that had very little traffic, like you wouldn’t expect to run into anybody. So, his dog is off leash, roaming a little in front of him and as they come to a corner the dog just stopped and his hair stood on the back of his neck, did a single bark moved up one step and then just ran behind my friend, not behind his legs but down the trail behind my friend, about 25 yards behind him. My friend pulled out his firearm and aimed forward, considering this was an area where black bears are he thought maybe his dog saw a bear but after a few minutes he didn’t find anything, no animals, nothing. His dog refused to go near him even after he kept calling for his dog. He eventually left the trail with his dog and got back home in one piece. But he said he never saw his dog act like that, his dog and he have hiked plenty, and his dog has been spooked before, but he never acted that way and he would always come back to my friend even when spooked.
This last story I have for now occurred when I was hunting with my buddy in Washington. The area still had trees but was on the dryer side with us being closer to the desert.
We had a deer blind set up near a clearing and scanned the area for some deer when we noticed a big elk with a couple of doe. They were grazing and we just watched since we didn’t want this deer.
What was odd though was the weather began to get rainy and fog rolled in as evening was approaching. We noticed that the elk began to showcase defensive behavior, going back and forth making grunting noises and huffing as it began to set up a defensive area around the doe who were now cowering in a small area. Kind of like “Back up these are mine” This elk was staring at the tree line, and we thought, “oh shit maybe it’s a bear”. But to our surprise it wasn’t, it was another elk. We got a little excited thinking we were about to see these two elk go at it to see who gets to take the herd of doe home, but I stopped once I put it together. Why did the doe seem so afraid then?
Then I saw another elk and another and another all just staring at the protective elk.
But then to our shock all the elks began to stand. On two legs.
Now sometimes deer will do this as a protective or displaying behavior of superiority, but these elk were not.
The protective elk began to show more aggression attempting to scare them off.
My friend whispered to me. “What the hell is this, I’ve never seen this before in my life.”
My friend has been hunting for over 15 years from Alaska all the way to Colorado and parts in the East coast. A seasoned man who didn’t scare easily but I could tell this freaked him out.
The group of bipedal elk just stood there and then they all bolted towards the Elk and the elk charged them at the same time. Managing to impale two of the elks but he was outnumbered, and the elks didn’t use their antlers but began to bite the elk with what looked like jagged sharp fangs.
It was horrible. They then they circled the elk and just looked up to the moon and made these god-awful gurgling noises
It looked like some sort of F’d up ritual.
We decided that we should leave and began to grab our things to leave. I’m positive that we were too far for anyone to hear but I sweat as soon as we moved one of the deer stopped and looked right at us.
And that’s when we nopped out of there, we ran all the way to the truck hoping we didn’t run into those elks or whatever the hell those things were. I have seen deer display hostile behavior but never like that.
We were rushing to throw our stuff and sped out onto the dirt road. We got about 1/4 a mile away when we noticed a giant log blocking our path that wasn’t there before.
My friend said: “dammit we have to move it”
Luckily, we had a chainsaw in the back, and he cut some of the log away so we could move it. But God those logs were heavy, when we got to the last of the log my friend said, “help me move it!” I joined in, and we both lifted the last of the log out of the way out we noticed something on the road. It was one of those deer. Just standing looking at us. We backed up towards the truck my friend not even caring to grab the chainsaw and I swear it opened its mouth and said “hhe hhe-hel-help me moo-move iiiit”
It was distorted but sounded exactly like my friend.
We just ran to the truck from there and we hit the gas and this deer just ran towards the truck and hopped on the front and then the top of the truck and I’m just shitting bricks at this point and attempt to grab the shotgun from under the seat when my friend says “hang on” and just hits the brakes hard and this deer just goes flying off the truck and he quickly speeds around it .
We stayed at a hotel after driving 2 hours straight back to civilization.
Honestly, I believe deer just have some messed up ways, but I really don’t know what they were but I’m positive they weren’t deer, I don’t know what they were.
Part 2
I figured I’d mention this since I didn’t add it to my previous post.
These experiences I had forever changed my perspective on the woods and I questioned whether I should ever step foot in the woods again. I don’t know why I attract these experiences but part of it motivates me to keep going to share what I see.
This other story was a time I went out with a friend to explore. We were in the backcountry just exploring and I suddenly saw this weird structure. My friend decided we should check it out and we saw this stone-like structure covered in moss and it must have been there for decades. What was weird though it had this rectangular structure that had a door, the door was perfectly preserved as if someone just installed it. No rust on the door handle or any weather damage, it’s like it came fresh out of the store.
I went to get a closer look and I was about to try to open the door when my internal gut feeling was screaming to me that something was wrong and we should not be here, and extreme sense of fear flooded my entire being and my hair on the back of my neck stood up.
My friend told me “What’s wrong?”
I told him “Maybe we should just go”
And he said “we can’t just leave now let’s at least see what’s inside”
Just as I fought my fear off and went for the handle the door began to creak open and I felt something was just VERY wrong, and I think my friend just instinctively knew we had to run, and we just got the hell out of dodge.
We returned with more people and armed to the teeth to try the door again.
But we couldn’t find the structure anywhere despite me marking this area on my map before we even attempted the door.
I always wondered what would have happened had I opened that door….
This next one I was camping with my old roommate, and we were enjoying the night and headed to bed soon after our fire was put out.
Around 3 am I had to piss so I went to the tree at the edge of our campsite
I heard movement after I finished and thought it was my friend having to do the same as me. A few feet away I gave him the okay hand sign and he gave it back
But the way his fingers moved just looked …wrong
I thought maybe I was just tired and headed back to my tent.
The following morning, we made breakfast and I mentioned to him how I drank too much the night before and don’t like having to piss at night but at least I wasn’t the only one who had to go.
My friend looked confused by that last part and said “what do you mean only one? “
I told him: “you don’t remember? We went to pee at the same time.” Then I showed him the okay gesture that I gave him last night to jog his memory and he just told me: “dude I didn’t get up at all last night…”
A chill ran up my spine and I just played it off that I was dreaming.
I don’t know who or what that was last night, we never saw anybody out there and I checked around the campsite after breakfast for footprints, saw mine but nobody’s where I thought I saw my friend the night before.
This next one is like the previous one, but I was camping with my girlfriend at the time. We had a great night doing you know couple of things and then in the middle of the night I had to piss. Did my business at a nearby tree, and then I heard my girlfriend calling my name, in the woods. I figured she had to go to and just wanted to have some privacy. Maybe she needed toilet paper and forgot, as I went to the tent to grab a roll, I heard her call my name again then said help me.
I thought about going over to her but went to grab the roll anyway because I didn’t want to go out there then she tells me she needs the toilet paper. As I opened the tent, I just stood there surprised, my girlfriend was sound asleep still. So, who was calling my name?... I heard my name again but louder and my girlfriend's voice saying “COME HERE NOW”
I just decided to go in the tent, and just laid there silent, not sure what to do. I didn’t hear anything for the rest of the night and passed out after the surge of adrenaline just put me out.
I didn’t tell my girlfriend about it, and just told her we had to cut the trip short because I forgot I have a paper to write.
This Last one happened in 2019. I took a drive on a forest road about 45 mins in. Parked near this trailhead and took off to the trail.
I was admiring the flora and fauna and just going on a normal hike when I noticed my vision completely changed as if I was looking through prescription glasses that weren’t mine. The vegetation changed and it was daylight when I was hiking but now it was dark as if sunset just passed.
This happens almost instantly. It was like I was in a completely new environment.
I then felt something graze my shoulder, it was a hairy arm, like the one you’d see from an ape or Bigfoot, and it was about to grab me, but I managed to take a step back, and I just see the hand grab where my neck would have been. I felt this sudden sense of dread and just began to backpedal and after a couple of steps, my vision went back to normal. The sunlight returned as well as the flora and fauna. I just saw a fuzzy-like outline in a circular shape in front of me from where I just stepped out of, and it eventually disappeared the more steps back I took.
I just stood there completely shocked about what just happened and came to my senses as my internal red flags were going off and I just turned around and ran to my truck and got out of the area. I never had this happen to me before and it thankfully hasn’t happened since. Since this happened, I have never gone hiking alone again.
To end this off, I just want to add that I enjoy the woods and nature it is full of beauty and wonder. But there are things out there…things even the natives knew to stay away from. There are things out there, that don’t care about you, or that you have families, or loved ones. I still go out to the woods, but after that last experience, it took me a long time to get the courage to go out there again. I never go out for solo hikes anymore, and if I can’t go with someone, I always take my dog. Thanks for hearing my stories and I’ll be sure to share any future experiences I have.

So yesterday was my 19th birthday , since my dad is not in india at moment so he asked my mom to get me everything i liked. I got some new shoes shirts etc . I was genuinely happy.
Now here comes my friend group of around 10 people half been friends from my childhood and rest were my buddies my high school. I thought about what do for a party for and decided on dominos.
Here comes this ass hole. (At the time i didnt think he was a complete asshole ) we have friends from childhood and have on and off during this all time.
So i recently joined this aholes 's uncles gym along with a few other i had never gone to a gym before and he offered me a very cheap price. 😅
Only tradeoff at the moment was it was 5 km away and i have to cross highway to get there. I dont have a license. He promised my mom that'll he will pickup me 3 days a week . And guess what ? This fucker didn't come a single day. And made fun of me for being skinny. ( he is short and bulk ripped himself but look overwight most of time) i didn't like his attitude . He never really apologized. I went in mornings to avoid him with someone else .
Both me and mom didn't find both him and his gym much welcoming. So i decided to quit and join close somewhere for a bit higher fees .
So one day before , he msg me what's the buget for party and i told him . Proceeds to say its not possible to do party in that much at dominos at said to come at a tapri instead. Or better dont have a party and join his gym back instead . The audacity to say that mann . Already a red flag .
Anyways i ignore him . Next i day i dressed up ready for party . Mind you my outfit was quite expensive. We went to dominos and i even got him a non veg pizza . This fucker even though i told him to go to the gym in the morning come to party sweating like a pig proceeded to give me a gift a perfume and told me to use it to avoid being smelly. Every one laughed . I take it as joke and we went ahead. A bit hurt but its the boys ehh ? I thought
Now these people got me two cakes one to cut and other one to smash on my face. The one they were smashing on my face had "skinny bitch" written on it . I expected this .
But after i cut the first one they forced me to take off my shirt and held me forcefully and shoved the cake really hard on my face . Blood come out from mouth . My nose was blocked with cake inside . I was very angry. Every one else also agreed it was too much and were angry on him . He said " yeh toh sab ke sath hota hai " and proceeded to smear cake on my body..
i stood there shirt less. They take videos. I visibly went off fully delhi mood used every gali i know . My best friend was also very upset but he has social anxiety so he couldn't do much . They apologized a bit . They Got some water bottles wiped me off . Got my shirt back on . I go back to my car with my best friend two other. We were all visibly upset . Put some high base music on . Dropped him home speed off to my home .
They were waiting for me there. They apologized again and asked to sit my car i was still upset . They made some funny posses of cleaning my car and begging like kids . I laughed a bit. Let them inside. We went for a ride . Put some real high base music on . Memes songs all. Made some snaps . I forgot a bit about it . And they all apologized again. I specifically told them not to post any shirt less picks I get back home.
I see my brand new white shoes are shit now... at this point i just gave up a bit mentally. Told the story to my mum. She was also very upset. She told me he hurt you real bad . I agreed but i was in no mood to argue. She saw my face told me boys mai assa he hota hai. I thought same. I cut my cake at home ate some of a my favorite food with my sis and mom talked to dad and some relatives . My bestie called we talked for quite a while he was also really feeling hurt for me .
Played some wing man with him in cs . Try to take my anger off you know ? Had a bit of fun . Went to sleep. I check my phone. Only this fucker even though i told everyone not to post shirtless pics posted the story on instagram . I went off on him agian . After he stoped responding. I blocked the fucker and reported him . By now almost my entire batch saw my photo . I am really fucking frustrated now.
My mom always warned me to stay away from him . I wish i listened to her earlier.
Ps does anyone know how to take down someone's else's story?

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Skeeter had made an error. Not a big one, but one that did have significant downstream effects. He'd assumed that he could visit enough of each planet to give a sort of general feel to each one's character in three or four days, but it was looking more and more like he'd have to extend the stay at Corvian Home for at least a weak. He could scarecely remember being so excited by making a mistake. In most respects, Corvian Home was wildly different from Terra. From its many small islands to its ever turbulent storms, to its mediworld gravity, it was unlike any place found on Terra. It still baffled him that the xenos thought Terran gravity was heavy. The way in which it was similar had to do with the wide verity of culture, which made getting a general sense of the place a tad more difficult than planets with a more unified culture.
So, he had to ask Captain Vexkeed to extend the stay, which wasn't cheap. Additionally, it required the refund of any unsatisfied passengers who were on more time-sensitive journeys. However, it turned out that the majority of the passengers had apparently viewed the voyage as a "Sneaky Cruise," which made Skeeter laugh until he couldn't breathe when Captain Vexkeed told him. Likewise, when he told Suzie and Ivan, they found themselves completely overcome by mirth. Kip on the other hand couldn't see the humor in it. This, of course sent all three adults into the throes of hysterical laughter, which only further perplexed the boy.
The inscrutable, to Kip, Terran sense of humor aside, it turned out that apart from paying a fee to extend the journey and maybe five or six refunds, there was very little adjustment in terms of the We Bring Friends from Afar to Joyous Meeting making drastic changes to her manifest. Which was amenable to Skeeter's bank account, and his conscience. In any case, it let him fill out the itinerary with a wide variety of events from the local sporting events, to seeing interesting geological formations or particularly treasured vistas, to attending musical theater, to restaurant hopping in one of the larger cities with a conveniently cosmopolitan makeup. Even better, all of the things toxic to Humans, Doggos, and Lutrae were also toxic to the Corvians, so the risk of accidental poisoning was almost nonexistent.
"We actually discussed this in class last week," Kip was saying as the shuttle shook in the storm winds, "once a group went to a new island, the storms cut them off from the original group, except for the very few traders brave enough to fly in… well, this."
"That so?" Skeeter prompted genially.
"Yeah, for the most part I guess people would just float along with whatever everyone else thought, but I guess that's true for most places. Except, since they were separate and all, they didn't all go along the same currents, and so even islands that are pretty close can be crazy different."
"That, and it is ruining the landing shots," Ivan grumbled as he kept the camera trained on the trio.
"Well, back home rain's a good thing!" Suzie exclaimed exuberantly.
"Rain makes rye," Skeeter rejoined.
"Rye makes whiskey," Suzie laughed.
"You mean industrial disinfectant or emergency stomach purging doses," Kip said flatly.
"How'd you find out about that?" Skeeter asked.
"Greg George mentioned it in his book. He dumped so many doses in a glass that any sane person would think he was trying to poison someone with the fumes."
"Oh, I loved My Side," Suzie said, "It had always bugged me that the Lost Boys never got a fair say."
"Wait, isn't he a hero? He talks like you guys almost worshiped him…"
"It's complicated," Skeeter said, "I served on a ship with one of the Lost Boys once, Stephen the Line. It was hard to not be in awe of him. Hard to remember that behind the deeds was a man just trying to serve like me."
"Oh…"
"Were you discussing more about Corvian Home in the classes?" Ivan asked before the silence could turn cold.
"Oh, sure, lots. Like on this one island there's a big festival where they celebrate the harvest of these huge nuts, and then there's this island where they have 'Imitation plays,' where Corvians try to mimic exactly how the plays sound from other races. Tutor Brixvee showed us a video of one they coppied from the Star Sailors, and it was pretty cool."
"Do you figure she had lessons on Corvian Home since she knew we were headed here?"
"Of course," Kip said with a bitter scowl, "she's full of dirty tricks like that." His hosts couldn't contain their mirth, not that they tried all that hard.
Later that day, the intrepid travelers were in the throes of a local festival. They had surmised that it was probably related to local folklore, as various icons and masks were featured heavily, but the press was so active and exuberant, that not even the Terran implants could keep up, slaved as they were to the Terran compads with better translation matrixes than even the local networks. Therefore, three out of the four friends found themselves swept up in a feathered fury of dance and rough song, to their ears anyway, while the only clue to Ivan's immense pleasure at the experience was his swiftly wagging tail. Which the locals had no idea was the unconcealable tell that his exterior coolness was in fact, a complete sham.
The festivities seemed to show no sign of abating as night fell over the city sheltered in a rough and rocky crown from the storms of the sea, so in order to get a good night's sleep they were obliged to catch a local shuttle ride between islands to find a slightly less festive town to bed down in, and Suzie took the opportunity.
"So I hear Y'all's planet name isn't what anybody calls it," she said impishly to the shuttle pilot.
"INDEED, ahem, indeed. We know that you mammal-peoples, and the reptile-peoples, and the water-peoples, cannot do it."
"Come on, give us an example," Suzie said in that challenging, teasing way that made Skeeter both cringe and love her.
The pilot laughed, or at least Skeeter thought he, or maybe she? At least Skeeter thought that the pilot laughed, whichever sex they were. He had a hard time with regular Terran corvids, let alone these giant bird people that reminded him of the former. Then said piolet of undetermined sex made a weird clicking noise in the depths of the throat and said, "That is the name."
"I can see why y'all think folk can't do that. Hey Skeeter, why don't ya give it a shot?"
"No," he said flatly.
"Aw come on, it's their planet's name, you should at least try," she said with that wry smile she had that made promises. Promises that he had a very difficult time resisting for… reasons.
He then made a right proper fool of himself trying to replicate the sound by clicking his tongue in various ways before giving up and just saying, "I'm stickin' with Corvian Home."
After making a right proper fool of himself, the other passengers obliged to laugh at him, and Suzie turned on Kip saying, "Your turn."
Kip shot her a sullen look.
"Aw, c'mon, you gonna let these folk just laugh at Skeeter all by his lonesome?" she chided.
Kip downright pouted at her.
"Coooome oooooon," she taunted.
Realizing that she wouldn't quit unless he gave in, Kip also made a mockery of himself trying to replicate the throat clicking sound to the delight of all and sundry. "Shut up," he mumbled as he laid his ears back.
"Ivan?" she asked of her final victim.
He clicked his tongue once, and when Suzie gave him a pout he said, "That is as much as I am trying."
"Now you try," Kip shot at her.
"I know my limits, unlike you boys," she laughed to Kip's indignant sputtering.
Meanwhile, Jerry was having a less festive time. Instead of happening to land on an island that happened to be hosting a festival for one reason or another, he had purposely chosen the center of finance for his outing. He'd had a relatively uneventful series of meetings with financiers, entrepreneurs, and shipping guild heads, and various other parties interested in securing access to new markets for their various trades. It was all very productive, and very boring, and not for the first time he felt a stab of regret for the last time that he had interacted with Skeeter.
Even still, it was a satisfying day. There was a lot of troubling mentions of debts though. Jerry was no stranger to the lending industries of various planets of the CIP, and even had some Republican contacts in that realm, those who could stand his needling of the Republic's systems, but nobody he knew ever said anything about "debt masters" or "clan debt." Troubling indeed, but he chalked it up to clunky translation. Even CIP systems could have trouble with new languages, and he just knew that Republican datapads were inferior. They had to be, of course.
Still though, there was something about the references that bothered him. Something furtive behind the eyes of the avian people who spoke of either concept. Then, there was the fact that only those who were obviously startup businesspeople would speak about them, never the financers. Very troubling indeed. He resolved himself to investigate the matter if he could make the time the next day.
The following morning, the intrepid travelers went on the only "heavyworlder safe" zipline tours available on the planet, which just so happened to be in the heavily forested canyons and followed paths through the foliage designed to simulate danger. Skeeter and Kip found it thrilling, but Suzie found it merely pleasant while Ivan was actually bored by the thrilling experience. The man was pleased with getting a shot of kip chanting breathlessly, "Let's go again, let's go again, let's go again, let's go again!" Wile Suzie was more pleased to have sneakily captured a shot of Ivan's unamused expression as he sped along on the pullies.
"Sure, why not?" Suzie had said to Kip.
To which Ivan said, "Because is boring."
"What?!" Kip nearly shouted.
"You take ride in boarding torpedo, and you will be understanding then."
"The real answer to why not is I already booked a nature walk. There's this island where there's like this bowl formation full of flowers. It looks amazin'" Skeeter explained to Kip's dismay.
Meanwhile, Jerry was exhausted. He'd reshuffled the meetings so that he had mere moments between them to prepare, but he was good at his job, so long as his counterpart wasn't a Republican, and could get the proper contact details to the correct people for whatever the other party hoped to accomplish, so long as it was legal, and it all was. It was therefore by mighty effort alone that he had a scant two hours in which to seek out the information he sought before he would have to retire to sleep, or else be completely useless the next day.
He took snagged a gravcar and told the cabbie, "Take me to where you and the lads go for a spot of drink, or whatever the legal intoxicant is around here."
The cabbie gave him a one eyed beady stare and said, "Are you sure, mammal-people? The places we go are not the high class places, by the storms."
"I'm sure, I'm sure. I might not look it these days, but I came up from w working family. My dah still makes fun that I lost my calluses."
The cabbie blinked twice and raised his crest. Jerry had no idea whether that was a good sign or not, but the blue plumed cabbie lowered his crest and blinked again saying, "Sure, mammal-people. I will take you there, but do not cause the fights or my clan will have share of the debt."
Jerry thought about pressing the issue, but something about how the cabbie's feathers had puffed out and still weren't lying flat convinced him that social lubricant was the needed thing. "What is the preferred intoxicant?" he asked.
"We smoke an herb. It usually does not work for mammal-peoples, so you might not have the fun you look for."
"I see, we also have some intoxicants taken this way, do you draw the smoke through water first?"
"Yes, do you mammal-peoples do this too?"
"It's called hookah, and has a long tradition in several of our cultures. Or bongs, which have a somewhat younger tradition, as history is measured."
"Maybe then you will get the happy haze and no fights will be started, mammal-people."
"Maybe, maybe. I'm just after a good banter, and the banker types are too stuffy."
"You are right, you are right, debt masters do not laugh when you joke, they charge you more interest!" the cabbie laughed, and Jerry fell silent.
At the, well, Jerry would call it a hookah lounge, Jerry found that the lads about avoided him and shot him suspicious glances, and also found that apart from a relaxed feeling in his limbs, the smoke had no effect on him. It was a pleasant feeling, and he could maintain it by taking a draw from the hookah every two minutes or so. It seemed that was a prodigious rate of smoking though, for eventually the suspicious glances turned to those of curiosity or even grudging respect. Jerry surmised that despite his rather drab coloring, they knew an expensive suit when they saw one.
Eventually, a clearly intoxicated Corvain stumbled over to his table and sank down on one of the cushions, "Why do you smoke so well, mammal-thing-people?" he slurred.
"I am used to a much stronger herb, and this makes me simply feel good. Does it not feel good for you?"
"'Course it do. Can't smoke as much."
"Wondering anything else?"
"You a Sneaky?"
Jerry thought about correcting the error, but another glance at the state of his conversation partner dispelled the notion, so he said, "Yes, but I am not very stealthy."
"It's just what people call you… dunno why…"
"I'm not botherd, I know the reason and it's funny."
"Funny?"
"Yes, do you know it?"
"Ish a meme."
"The first one of us that the Star Sailors met was mistaken for a pet, and they named him Sneaky."
That, as planned, brought forth uproarious laughter from the intoxicated Corvian who confided, "That's the kinda thing people-things get bristly about."
"I know, people-things get brislty about all sorts of things. Like the bankers, they won't tell me what debt masters are."
"They own clan debts."
"Clan debts?"
"You know, the debts you clan has, from like way back."
"Do you mean to say you were born in debt?"
"Sssssure, isn't everybody? Well, not rich people-things I guess, but ever-peoples I knowed."
"And these debt masters, they merely collect the interest?"
"Mostly."
"Mostly?"
"If you're not… if the job doesn't pay… erm… they so like tell you to do stuff."
"Involuntary servitude," Jerry said coldly.
"Yeah, that. The hatchlings get that rough."
"Explain please," Jerry said with cold intensity.
It seemed that the intensity of Jerry's gaze or maybe the soft quality of a hammer that his voice emulated, gave the Corvian some degree of sobriety as he stammered, "Yes-yes. The erm, the uh or-or-orphanages. The hatchlings there have no parents to provide for them, so the debt masters have them do something useful."
Jerry was very close to becoming a very dangerous man as he asked, "Are the debts of these children for sale?"
"Y-y-y-y-y-yes?"
"Where does one go to buy debts?"
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He told mutual friends that he liked me, and he asked them not to tell me, but they did. When he found out that I knew, he cut off contact with me. Two months later, he and his girlfriend broke up. I have to admit that before he was single, I'd look at his TikToks a lot. I never liked or commented on it; I'd just watch the videos.
A few days before he and his girlfriend broke up, I noticed that my TikToks would go up. I had 3 followers, but whenever I'd watch his videos, a few hours later, my TikTok views would rise. I even tried doing it on certain days; eg. I'd watch his videos one day, watch it two days later, then the day after, and each time I saw them, my views went up, and on the days that I didn't watch them, they stayed the same. This continued for the better part of a year. Last year, it was still frequent, but less so. Now, it's every two or three weeks that we do this. One time, he even posted a TikTok in English (English isn't his first language, and all of his previous videos were in his native language).
TikTok wasn't the only platform he was looking at me on. He would do it on Twitter too. One time, I retweeted a picture of a Star Wars character. Less than an hour later, he posted a meme of that same character. The meme was in English, and it's not that I want to say that the meme wasn't funny, but it was obvious that he posted it just to post it. There's been at least three other instances where he did something similar.
I just wonder why he didn’t try to contact me. I know we live in different countries, but is that solely the reason? Because we have to get on a plane to see each other. I’m just worried that his feelings did me were a lie.

So for reference if it matters, I don't believe in anything supernatural, paranormal, whatever you want to call it. I have very pragmatic views of the world and reality as a whole. I'm not religious, I'm not superstitious.. etc. With that out of the way..
So I moved my desk down to the basement because it's hotter out now, and its easier and cheaper to cool that area and be comfortable. My basements kinda dank and unfurnished, but I've always been perfectly comfortable there. I've never really felt scared or anything, again I don't really belive in any of this. But tonight, actually a few minutes ago, really shook me.
So I'm on my computer talking to a buddy of mine via discord. We tend to share screens and webcams as well. Started doing that during covid for the little extra connection and it stuck. Now it's just habit. Well we're talking and I swear I hear a voice clear as day in one of the rooms beside me. I honestly don't remember at all what it said but I 100% heard someone say something. To the point that I thought it was an intruder of some sort. Honestly I was ready to fight someone. I immediately paused the Convo and my buddy got pretty worried, since I'm normally not a very "alert" person.
I told him to give me one sec, and that I heard someone talking in a room over. He said he heard something through my mic as well, and I told him to just give me a bit and if anything goes stupid to call the cops. So I left my mic on and got up to go check. I had a broom that I grabbed to use as an improvised whacking stick, one of the really wide ones, in case it got physical.
Again my basements unfurnished, and pretty messy because I've been trying to do just that, furnish it. In fact yesterday I just got done insulating and am moving on to drywall. I trip over something, drop an f bomb, and I can clearly hear my buddy through my speakers ask if I'm good, and I yell yeah I'm fine. I have a pair of Logitech speakers that I had him coming through, so I could actually hear him through most if not all the basement.
It only takes me a minute or two to do a solid scan of everything, and no ones there of course. Otherwise I wouldn't be here right? And they couldn't have left if they were there. The door in my basement closes incredibly slow and makes a butt ton of noise if you try to force it to close faster. And it was fully closed and actually locked as well. So.. odd, but that happens. In my head I say a bird probably chirped a certain way and mid conversation I just heard a voice instead. No big deal, easy to explain, makes sense too. So back to the conversation. On my way back I hear him ask if I liked final fantasy 8, and I say "uhh random but ok. Controversial opinion but no, I thought the combat was overly convoluted and annoying. 9 was awesome though." At this point I'm sitting back down at my desk, my mind has chilled out.
So at this point is where it all really got under my skin, and I'm laying in bed right now typing all this still processing.
He says to me "tell your sister I said hi by the way!" We've known each other for a while and though we've only spoken through games and discord, were pretty close and are familiar with each other's family etc. I tell him "uhh yeah next time I see her sure.." and I make a joke about how my sister is a lesbian, and he has no chance with her no matter how hard he tried. He playfully says "stfu" and kinda yells through my speakers hoping she would hear, saying hi and what not.
At this point I'm really confused and tell him my sister isn't even over right now. I'm alone at my house. Plus it's 1am why would I have anyone over anyways?
So now he's also confused, and says he heard me talking to her and to stop being annoying about it. He said we were talking about a 3d print I was working on, and that my sister said she thinks it would print better if I printed it on it's side instead. I tell him he must've been listening to something online.. or.. idek because she's not here, and the only thing I said while I was away from my desk was to answer his random question about final fantasy 8.
He said he never asked that at all. And that once he heard me talking to my sister he went off "alert mode" since he assumed the voice I heard was my sister's.
At this point I go from confused to a little annoyed. I tell him to stop, since he's not gonna freak me out. It's my basement, I live here, I'm 100% comfortable in this space. In fact I've slept down here before. I walk around in my basement all the time in the pitch dark and it doesn't bother me. I don't believe in ghosts. Etc etc. He says essentially the same however, that I'm not gonna be able to scare him because why would he care anyways?
So now we're basically the equivalent of that meme where spiderman is pointing at other Spiderman's. You can't fool me, no YOU can't fool ME, and so on.
Eventually I ask if he heard anything I said about final fantasy 8, and he says "no dude I told you I was just chillin waiting for you to get back after you found out it was just your sister." At this point I tell him that I'm not intending to try and create some ghost story or whatever, but that my sister isn't here. 100% she was here earlier to grab some tomato starts for her and her gfs garden, but even when she was here we didn't talk about any 3d prints. And my heart sank when I said that.
I asked him how he knew I had a 3d printer? I bought one a few weeks ago (it's pretty sick btw), but I haven't spoken to him or any of my friends about it yet. Life's just been busy. He said that he only brought it up because he heard me and my sister talking about it in the background.
At this point I grab my phone and switch discord over to it so I can use the camera on that. I take him around the basement, go upstairs. Go around the house. Then go to the parking spots, and show him it's just my car. Eventually this boils down to me calling my sister on discord on my phone. Thankfully she answers, but she's in bed with her gf with bed hair and all, asking why in the world I'm calling her this late. She says hi to our friend, and he's freaking out now.
I essentially tell her not to worry about it, I just wanted to make sure she's ok, and that I'll explain later. I'm assuming she went back to bed. But yeah. That all just happened. We sat there for a bit and I told him j think that's a good sign to hang it up for the night, goodnight and sleep well, etc.
So I sat there at my desk for probably 5-10 minutes just trying to figure out wtf just happened. The voice being a bird chirping.. sure that's believable to me. But how did my friend know I had a 3d printer? He couldn't have. My sister doesn't really talk to that group a friend's although everyone kinda knows each other. Plus she wouldn't have the patience to try and mess with me like that. Also, she was definitely asleep when I called her, so that pretty much rules tomfoolery on her end out. And her gf is really shy and doesn't talk to anyone at all really (and frankly she's not the brightest either, I'd believe it was the ghost of Niki Minaj before I believed she came up with a prank like this). So honestly, id bet money it wasn't her either.
And that's not even including the part where I definitely heard my friend ask about FF8. Just as if it was coming through my speakers. And I know that mic can pick me up from other rooms if I speak up. Hell, ive left my desk to take a piss before and was able to continue conversations by just speaking a bit loud.
I'm of sound mind, I know I am. But right now I genuinely feel as though I'm going crazy. I expressed this to my friend and told him that now's not a good time (I have a lot of background stress going on) and if he is trying to mess with me it was funny, I'll take the joke to the chin, but please stop. I've never been this way with him and he was caught off guard a bit. He promised me 100% he isn't messing with me, and that now he's kinda scared too.
And honestly I believe him, and I hate that. I want to believe it's him and my sister messing with me, but why? Why out of the blue do that..? Like I said they're not really friends, more so just friendly, and it would be so out of left field for either of them to do anything like that, let alone in tandum. Were all adults that work and have stresses and are tired most the time, it's why we only talk rarely these days. Who has time or energy to do something that elaborate? And why would one of my best friends take what little time we had to catch up and waste it trying to spook me? Especially knowing this guy, and myself, are fairly sentimental and put a lot of weight on our friendships and what not. Like, it's just not adding up.
But I heard a voice, for sure I heard a voice. And I heard him ask about FF8. and I believe that he heard me talking to my sister. I just can't fill in the blanks of how that could've happened.. I tend to read people pretty well, and all I can say is I don't get the vibe that anyone here is lying.
So that leads me here. I made a burner account, and I'm posting to a daggon paranormal subreddit because I really just want someone to tell me I'm not going crazy. I don't know what to feel right now, because that was all so real, and so unreal at the same time.
I just reread over everything to make sure I didn't misspell stuff or something, and now I'm thinking about setting up cameras or something.. I still feel like I'm going crazy. But yeah, that's it.

Burner account bc I don’t want drama. I’m not gonna get into super personal details about this story just because I don’t want anything else to happen and I’m so done with it all. My roommate (I will call Paper) decided they were gonna move out to a place closer to our school, I was hurt by this but tried to be understanding. A lot of things were weird about their moving out process. 1) They told me they wanted to move out as soon as they could 2) they changed their reason as to why they were moving out to something really stupid 3) They never consulted me about how this would make me feel. We did a lot together and one day they just randomly sprang on me they were moving out. On the outside I was trying to be supportive, but on the inside I was so deeply hurt and upset.
They moved out 4 months ago. Since then we had hung out a few times and they brought their new roommate (I will call Rock) with them every time. I don’t like Rock. They can’t do anything without Paper and are kinda rude to them. Something I will never tell Paper.
I was hanging out with one of my friends about 3 weeks after Paper moved out. (Friend I will call Scissors) At this point I was a little agitated with Paper because it felt like we would only speak on my terms. They would only text me if I texted them first. It began to feel like I was the only one keeping our relationship afloat and they basically didn’t care. Every time I tried to hangout with them they were already doing something with Rock. I began to feel left behind. Scissors told me to let Paper come to me, to stop chasing after them. Which was honestly probably the best decision I could’ve made.
Months go by: NOTHING
I find they only text me if they need something, which agitates me further.
Here’s where things get juicy:
A few weeks ago I get a get a text from Paper saying that they’ve been busy since they moved out and hadn’t had anytime to text anyone and was only communicating when people communicated first.
I lost it. Like, I’m sorry? What??
I get being busy and going MIA for a bit, but to ghost someone who you at one point said was your best friend and not even tell them why for MONTHS?? And only texting them if you needed something?? Like wtf?
Scissors calmed me down and told me to just let Paper know I was mad and wanted space for a bit.
Paper told me to call them bc I was stressing them out.
We called: it didn’t go well.
Again: not gonna go into major details. But they basically told me that they didn’t think we’d be friends after this year anyway since they were gonna move out of the country for a year and then go to a new school. They also changed the reason they moved out a third time. To another dumb reason.
After this call I told them to just give me space and that I would contact them when I was ready
That lasted maybe a few days
I posted a self deprecating meme on insta and they dmed me bc they thought it was targeted to them.
Baby I just thought it was funny
They then told me that they thought I should’ve told them sooner that I was mad and they kinda pinned the blame onto me
Maybe I should’ve, but I can’t hide my emotions well and I just wanted time to pull myself together.
I haven’t heard from them since. They deleted our posts together which makes me sad.
A part of me feels bad that I’m stressing them out but another part of me is just so angry. I feel more angry now than I did before. But I also sometimes feel like I’m being too unfair to them. Idk. My friends are telling me to cut contact but I don’t really want to, not forever at least.
You guys unfortunately aren’t getting the full story because I really don’t wanna hear from them. If you really wanna know I can message you or something. I just felt like I was gonna explode if I didn’t tell someone who didn’t already know me or Paper.