It's a weird thing for me, but I'm kind of stuck on being 12?
I don't particularly know why, but I can pull on a thread.
I used to get sent to a sleep-away camp. Does that still happen? I always hated it. But there I was, a young kid, and immersed in this weird "camp culture".
I guess it sounds like nothing but it was very strange for me. I'm from a big city, and was used to a certain level of anonymity. It was intense for me to be pushed into people's lives, even if it was other kids.
I did my best to be nice as all these people were kind of forced on me, from my perspective.
To the point... what I wasn't ready for, was the other aspect of the culture of the camp. I don't know how it started but the culture was that there were cabins with a "counselor", basically an adult guy, and then something like 10 kids. The crazy part was that somehow "circle jerks" became a normal thing.
What's a circle jerk? Well, I had no idea before I went to this camp. Apparently it's when a group of guys (but we were kids) are literally in a circle and stroking their own dicks. Really. I mean this shit is crazy to even look back on at all. I had never participated in anything like this. In fact, when they were like "We're doing THIS now" , I was like "Nope". It wasn't a brave stand, at least I didn't think so. I was just scared and freaked out. It didn't seem normal and I didn't want to do it.
But these "counselors" were just watching and even encouraging as children jerked their dicks. It seemed insane to me. I was like "Is this some ritual of manhood I'm not aware of?" but I still didn't want to do it. Yet cock stroking became such a norm. Sure, teens or preteens are horny. But having it encouraged or watched was crazy, right?
There was an aspect where there was something about the circle jerk and a cracker. It's super gross, and I'm just happy I never saw that happen.
Anyway, more bad stuff happened at the camp. I don't remember anything happening with the counselors exactly... but I wonder if maybe it did? Did I black that out?
It makes me sick to think about honestly. But I just think, with these "counselors" having all these young kids jerking... wasn't there like .... some other level?
Sorry if it's a weird vent, but it was a crazy time.
Please, I do not want anyone asking for sexy details or some nonsense.

What if the Apollo cabin begged Mr.D and Chiron to get a therapy puppy for all the demigods who have PTSD and depression among another things I think it would be cute to see a husky and a golden retriever to be running around camp who agrees with me

Hi OregonCoast!
I’m traveling in from out of state to hike the OCT in a few days. I was under the impression all hikebiker campsites did not require a reservation. I was doing some final checking on the state parks website and noticed a few campgrounds with hikebiker areas are asking for reservations. Is a reservation needed for hikebiker sites? I only made reservations at campgrounds without hikebiker areas. For example, Cape Lookout State Park mentions a hikebiker area, but I’m seeing a reservation is needed. I could be reading something incorrectly, so apologies if this is a dumb question. Any insight is much appreciated!

Has anyone changed to Roaming for a month and then gone back to residential? I have SL setup for a cabin but wanted to take it on a camping trip for a few weeks, and then take it back to the cabin. I did not want to change to Roaming to find out I am stuck there after the change. I asked SL in a ticket but its been a few weeks with no response.

My brother and I are flying in from Canada for a two week trip in December (flying in and out of Auckland). We want to see as much of nature as possible and enjoy driving as well. We have done decent amount of camping but aren't the most experienced campers.
We wanted to ensure if the following ideas make sense:

1. We are planning to take a campervan from Auckland till Christchurch. I am reading online that distances are large and maybe its too much to drive both islands in two weeks. Thoughts?
2. Alternatively, does it make more sense to take a rental car in Auckland, give it up in Wellington (use hotels on the way for overnight stays), take the ferry and take a rental car+hotels combo or a campervan from Picton to Christchurch?
3. We booked a JUCY campervan online - the Crib option. Is that good enough? What else should be bring along to make camping easier?

What else should we keep in mind?

Hi!I'm looking for some advice on how to spend a few days/nights within a road trip I'm planning for this July/August. So far, we have planned on the following:-

• 2 nights camping in the Adirondacks
• 1 night at a b&b in the Catskills
• 4 nights in an airbnb in Georgetown, Washington D.C.
• ??? (this is where you come in!) ~3-4 days/nights, starting on a Saturday, probably two locations to break up the drive
• 3-4 nights camping in Acadia National Park in Maine
• 1 night in Montreal on our way home to Toronto.

My husband and I love doing a mix of city/culture and outdoorsy things (camping, hiking) and I love history as well as enjoying great meals and drinks (we're not nightclubbers, more day/evening drinks in patios and historic pubs); we also like comedy, baseball and live music, and walking/cycling around to explore where possible. We love camping, but I also love a good fancy hotel room, so we're hoping to do a mix of all of this on this trip. :) We have been to NYC and Boston before (and the White Mtns in NH, and Salem) and really liked them; we're not averse to returning but would like to see more of what the Northeast has to offer, while trying to maximize our time and get decent value for accommodation dollars.
What would you choose? We're thinking we'd like to spend no more than $400/night for these 3-4 unaccounted for days/nights on accommodations, ideally less; we're open to hotels/b&bs/airbnbs..). I'm a bit overwhelmed with options!
Options for our first stop, after Washington:

• somewhere beachy? (Atlantic City? Cape May perhaps? It looks SUPER expensive for anything half-decent.. is the Jersey Shore worth visiting?..)
• Philadelphia (would it be worth going to, given we'd just have spent several days in Washington?)
• NYC (we've been here before, but there's lots more to see..)
• Others?

Options for second stop, before Acadia National Park:

• Newport, RI? (or is this more of a stop-for-a-few-hours type of place?)
• A beachy town in Maine?
• Portland, Maine?
• Other suggestions?

Also - for those who have been to Acadia - how many days would you suggest spending to see the main sights and do some good hiking etc?
Thanks so much in advance for any advice you can share!

I spent the past week re-watching S1 and I wanted to share my insights. I didn't include any repeatedly discussed theories (Ex. Antlers behind someone, clues that someone might die such as Jackie saying she's cold, etc.) But I do apologize if there are any repeat theories here. If you remember a post you made with a correct theory pleaseeee link it!
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Spoilers for Season 2 are included here.
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Pilot- (The start to my obsession) Not much in this episode that hasn't been mentioned by our awesome sub.
Jackie inadvertently caused two main issues.

• 1- Scoring the winning point for nationals
• 2- The night Shauna got pregnant, Jeff said Shauna's house was closer but Jackie wanted to be dropped off first.

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F Sharp

• Flashback Misty was reading The Cheerleader by Ruth Doan. This book is about "the loss of innocence, the growth of passion, and the awakening of ambition."
• Adult Misty tampers with her own car, so her date has to drive her home in the same episode as sabotaging Nat's car so they can go visit Travis together. That's a sabotage queen.

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The Dollhouse

• Lottie spotted the cabin but Shauna was the first to enter while Lottie was the last, an allegory to the evacuation initiated by Shauna in the S2 finale, with Lottie smiling happily watching it burn.
• The animal skins hanging in the cabin (35:20) are interesting and possible foreshadowing. I doubt anyone remembered to grab those before the fire - the skins we see in the pilot are more fresh.
• After Van found the porno mags, Akilah asked if guys jerk off at that stuff. Travis lies and says men hate that shit. (He also says sarcastically that you can't even tell what her favorite book is. Funny line because of easter eggs the books in this show provide) but it makes sense that only after 3 days, he would be trying to be on an equal level with everyone, especially in a group with mostly females. However, this was the moment when he stopped trying to fit in completely.
• Travis says to Javi (about his father,) "He's the whole reason we're in this hell." We didn't see Javi or Travis in the pilot until the boarding of the plane, where his parents were obviously unhappy. Maybe she wanted a divorce and he took them on the trip while she went forward with that.

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Bear down-

• Sammy was amazing this episode. It's before we know about Dark Tai so in every scene he is analyzing Tai to see if she's normal or dark. So creepily well done!
• Young Shauna says she's not meant to handle firearms in this episode, which I think is funny if you've seen S2. She truly is a knife girl.
• Jessica Roberts asks Misty how her road trip went. So she was stalking Misty and Natalie. Maybe she saw what ACTUALLY happened to Travis? (See my notes on Ep 7: No Compass, for a bit more on this)
• Natalie went back to her childhood home to retrieve the cassette for Kevin Tan; I'm crying.
• Shauna re-living her youth with Adam and hallucinating Jackie for the first time was chilling. Jackie says, "someone is gonna get hurt..." and then Shauna sleeps with Adam in his car (not a good sign. Also a callback to her sleeping with Jeff in his car.)
• Adult Misty has a My Favorite Murder and a Caligula mug in one episode? Hysterical.

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Blood Hive

• Young Misty watching everyone dance in the attic while standing against the wall trying to clap along is such a callback to the pilot, just watching everyone and wanting to fit in.
• Natalie wakes up Jackie, who says she's cold, wrapped in the allegorical YJ colors- dark blue/yellow. When she gets up, she sees everyone doing chores like laundry and chopping wood, but doesn't chip in. Color theory suggests she isn't acknowledging the severity of their situation.
• Taissa says, "no candy for the dog!" as Simone picks up an electoral postcard from Bill, saying, "we must spill." Looks like Bad Tai isn't as concerned about the dog.
• Travis called the cabin a "blood hive" (Lottie opening the bloody bee hive box in 2x3, anyone?)
• Never noticed how crazy it is that Jackie tells Shauna to put the candles on top of the symbols in the attic for the seance. Girlie was def not afraid. They then cut to a scene with Nat and Misty analyzing Travis's crime scene, and Misty points out that there is a symbol beneath him connected by wax. I guess he did the candle thing that Jackie did? Or... like Natalie says, "he didn't put them there". I'm assuming Lottie's story didn't exactly add up.

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Saints

• The mention of oil exploration is mentioned for the second time this season, this time in the past with young Lottie on the car radio. The first mention was in the present- it was mentioned in Shauna and Jeff's wedding announcement in the newspaper back in episode 2 (F Sharp), when adult Natalie and Misty met at the bar to look over all of Misty's Citizen Detective clippings. https://imgur.com/a/mNvJ1Tf
• Teen Lottie is seen approaching a plant at (02:11) called Euphorbia tithymaloides, aka "Devil's backbone." It is known to cause skin irritation, inflammation or blisters if you touch it. Reminded me about the random leg ailment Jackie had, given it's a ground plant it could easily rub against her legs. Lottie didn't seem to be affected by it though. Probably reaching here though :)

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No Compass-

• While packing the ransom bag (Callie's childhood bag) for the blackmailer, Natalie says to Shauna sarcastically "You're not as sentimental as your hubby?" She could be inferring that Shauna bringing back all her journals is a huge liability.
• Jessica Roberts says, "You may not be sure of Travis's murder but I am." It truly sucks she died before we knew more from her.
• Sad note: Natalie died without ever truly finding out what happened to Travis (unless she believed Lottie).

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Flight of the Bumblebee

• First mention of no queens in the deck! Said by Natalie of course ;)
• A scene opens with a younger LL sitting on the edge of a pool in a Christian summer camp. In the 96 timeline, the pajamas Jackie is wearing when LL tells everyone she's gonna try flying the plane, have a pool pattern- people on floats, people swimming and inflatable swim rings. Cute little detail!

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Doomcoming

• Natalie saves Travis when Shauna holds a knife to his throat. He reciprocates in S2.
• While tripping, Ben tells Natalie to "go tell Travis how you feel, it could save us all." Maybe they work together making the map that somehow leads to their rescue. Maybe they stay in the same clan. Point is that they need to stick together, and I hope they do.
• Misty uses the same line for Coach to go to Doomcoming with her, as she did with her date in Episode 2, to persuade him to come into her house. "I know you don't like me. I'm not pretty." Girl's gotta get what she wants!
• Misty's little binder of plants is gonna be pretty useful next season.

I'm not on board with "they were dead the whole time," theory but if you are, there are a couple of comments in this episode that might sway me-

• Jackie says "we're all like cabin guy, dead for years."
• Travis says "we're not even here though, are we?"

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Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

• Mari is strikingly the first person to wear animal skin as clothes during Doomcoming/ the following morning. She's in the center of the shot A LOT more than normal. She's wearing a wolf skin shawl.
• I'm always mulling over why the bear kneeled down at Lottie's feet. After many rewatches, I honestly think it's because Lottie is wearing Laura Lee's dress, aka the first "sacrifice." An eye-for an eye (Leonard)
• I never noticed that after Van's NDE, she is one who acknowledged and thanked the wilderness for food. For some reason, I thought it was Lottie, but I guess that's because she said the "prayer" and called it a gift from the wilderness. But Van was first to thank the wilderness.
• Love the allegory of Adam on the news about a missing person as Shauna's making popcorn and says she "burned it". That's dark.
• Simone crawling through the bottom air vent to find Dark Tai's hidden room/alter reminds me of the theories of tunnels beneath the cabin.

Aaaaand that's all I got! Thanks for reading if you did. A re-watch of Season 1 was a blast and I can't wait until season 3. I hope this post is as interesting to you as it was for me to make over the last few days! buzz buzz buzz.
TLDR: there is none I'm sorry. ;)

Mild spoilers I guess for Terry Town and Hateno Village.
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Your home in Hateno has been repossessed by Zelda apparently. But you can obtain a plot of land outside of Terry Town after a quest and you get to BUILD your own house Terry Town style... but there is a catch.
Unfortunately the home is quite limiting.

• You can only use 15 sections at a time so your house cannot be made up of a combination of all rooms at once.
• Your house has no roof options so no matter what it will be flat on the top.
• Every room has only one furnishment option, though a couple rooms get the option of being absolutely empty rather than furnished.
• There are no windows.
• And there is only one color for the house which is Green, unlike all the other Terry Town stylized buildings that can be found in Hateno and Terry Town; which are made up of many exterior colors.

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So honestly I am hopeful that when Nintendo eventually releases DLC for Tears of the Kingdom, one of the DLCs will provide something extra in the form of housing.
On the basic end of what I am expecting to see would be to simply upgrade the system by allowing -

• 20 or 25 sections to be in use at once rather than just 15.
• Roofing options so that the house isn't just a boring flat surface on the top.
• The ability to assign rooms to have alternative arrangements of furnishing.
• The ability to add windows or even an exterior door to certain parts of the walls.
• The ability to finish the construction with a partially exposed wall spacing, allowing the structure to seal off that wall rather than just leave a 3m-x-3m hole in the side of your house.
• The ability to colorize the exterior of your home so that each section can be a different color or at least not have our house only be the color Green.
• Adding new rooms to help make the home more diverse.

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And for the more advanced expectations I have in store, meaning if I were personally behind expanding the housing customizations; I would make it so that not only the above bullet points are added in as an expansion is released or as an update BUT ALSO -

• Sandstone Abode - Adding a home carved from sandstone in the Gerudo Desert that is claimed by Link after completing a quest that unveils the hidden structure that was hiding beneath the sands.
• Beachside Boathouse - Adding a boathouse reward to Lurelin village, providing the player with a home on the beach in the style of a large boat.
• Windwaker Roost - Adding a Rito-stylized cabin home in the Hebra region for players to have a cozy cabin with a rooftop roost.
• Hateno Expansion - Link would be able to expand the humble small home in Hateno to provide with another bedroom for himself and a display area for a weapon, a shield, and a bow. Also adds a kitchen to allow for cooking beneath the loft.
• Ironroof Estate - A home to be had nearby a shrine in Goron City, after some rocks were cleared out.
• Sheik's Hideout - A hidden player home able to be discovered behind a waterfall in Kakariko village, legend states it was once the hideout of the most legendary of the Sheikah who simply went by the name of their clan as 'Sheik'
• Plateau Palazzo - A second buildable home built on the Great Plateau.
• Research Outpost - Add a region of the Depths directly beneath Lookout Landing to allow for players to provide both a research outpost for the survey team and a player home within the harrowing depths.

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This second list was just wishful thinking while the first list was my actual expectations for what Nintendo may be planning to do in order to expand upon our housing situation in Terry Town.

I tend towards the verbose so TL;DR right here:
I'm set to inherit ~120 rural acres in the US South. It has some good/bad points. It is quite far from where life has led me to put down roots. I don't know what I don't know and I wonder if y'all have faced similar situations in your life.
Geography: NW Alabama but tending towards Birmingham. The footiest of the foothills of the Appalachians. Not flat, not mountains. Property is bordered by a non-seasonal, 20 foot wide, creek on two sides and has a county blacktop road cutting it into basically 60 acres and 40 acre plots. The bordering river is navigable by small boat/personal watercraft but sees only incidental fisherman, no docks or ramps for a while up or downstream. It flows slowly, sometimes backwards when far downstream locks/dams stop flow. Zero flood risk.
Land Ecology: The property is about 70 percent woodland, unmanaged, and 30 percent hay field, casually managed by leasee that cuts it. Some older hardwoods but much of it is scrubby pine. Healthy deer, turkey, possum, rabbit populations.
History: The pasture was once the row crop field of my paternal grandfather and great grandfather, perhaps even further back. A ruined wall is where washing was done in the past. Long disused fish capture/raising ponds recount my great grandfather's side business selling bait for long gone fishing camps. A (now inactive, more on this below) is where my father and his siblings bathed growing up. The 40 acres across the street has been leased for mountain top strip mining 3 times in living memory, about 20 years apart, most recently 10 years ago. Reclaiming efforts that are mandated by law were performed haphazardly and amount to some grading of the land and some pine saplings strewn about. The spring is long dead. The river, once clear to the bottom when my father was young, is a permanent zero visibility clay orange from the mining operations of decades ago.
Economy: The land is a few miles outside of a town that has been dying for decades. They just closed the local school not too many years ago so even that vestige of strength is gone. The mines are slowly folding as well. The feneral population is best described as elderly or addicted. Sad/fading churches, potholes, and kudzu are the icons that I note from afar. The rest of folks, those who could, have left. Drug abuse and crime, petty and otherwise are not at all uncommon.
Fiscal burdens: There are no liens or other intangible issues with the property, I'm an only child and the property is mine by birthright if I want if. Yearly taxes are small due to no improvements on the property, though this may go up if inheriting it triggers an accessor visit. I think my parents are paying $1200 or so a year in taxes, but it could be half of that.
Personal thoughts/questions, aka the meat and potatoes of this post that I'd love to talk about:
I hate to see the family land that, including my kids, albeit briefly, have played on, at least 6 or 7 generations have owned simply be sold. But I am realistic and the complications, the ones I've considered listed below, are tough.
I don't live near there anymore, I'm 12 hours away by car and I've seen friends attempt to manage two homes, or a home and a cabin, and it's a heck of a job. Keeping up two places, even if one is rustic, is a stressor to even think about. Roads/trails need maintenance. This is further complicated by the fact that, due to the economic issues above, any improvements are subject to abuse or theft. Garbage will be dumped, unattended RVs would be noticed and vandalized/stolen/squatted in, cabins would see break-ins and even AC coils or well pumps or electric wires stolen for scrap metal sale.
There's a small interest from a group of my goodest friends in creating a group owned cabin there. That would help with the issue of not having a presence there by spreading responsibility across more people but, honestly, they don't know the local taboos and idiosyncrasies that this would entail dealing with. Plus 'good walls make good neighbors' or something like that and I'm not sure I want to rism complicating a friendship with the worlds smallest commune, offgrid, cabin homestead.
But, I have always wanted to build an off grid retreat of sorts... It's not impossible insofar as my wife's and my careers are doing well enough to keep it on the back burner, nor do we need the money that would come from a sale of the property.
Anyway... Thanks for your thoughts. Until the time comes, at least 10 or 15+ years for my kids to finish school, I continue to dream.

One event I've been curious about lately is the Battle of Steel, because, of the four generally accepted battles that will start TWOW I get the feeling this one is maybe the... least discussed by the fandom? It maybe doesn't have the frantic energy and emotional buildup of the battle of ice, or the ominous supernatural mysteries of the battle of blood, or the complexity of moving pieces and action of the battle of fire.
To be sure that's not to say its a boring battle by a long shot! And there are some good general premises floating around - the Golden Company will hold at Storm's End and rally banners to them, Aegon will prevail in the end then move to King's Landing... these are fairly safe I think, and in line with the plan laid out to us. But I'm interested to hear some of the specifics... what will the battle actually look like and what mid-encounter complexity and twists might we expect?
That's it - that's the question, but I've included some additional information and points below to ponder as well only if you are so inclined... if not skip it I guess and answer below, interested to hear people's thoughts!

Accounting of the Golden Company and Tyrell Forces

From what I gather the status of the Golden Company started off with something like 10,000 in Volon Therys, which included: 1,000 archers, 500 knights, and 500 squires, and many more common fighters. Additional to men this also included 2,000 horses for the knights and squires, and 24 elephants.
But only a little less than half of that force makes it to Cape Wrath with a bit more trickling in each day. So around 5,000 men... which includes 600 archers specifically (further split into roughly 200 crossbowmen, 200 eastern double curved horn-and-sinew bowmen, 150 Westerosi big-yew longbowmen, and 50 Summer Islanders with goldenheart great bows). And maybe using the general rule of thumb of half, something like 250 knights and squires each?
We are told though that the Golden Company are originally low on horses, although Aegon does come in with an additional 100 from the main camp to Griffin's Roost after its capture. Also troops are ransacking villages for any horses and even oxen they can find to bolster their ranks. And only around 3 of the elephants were recovered from the original two dozen. Though there are rumors of some in the Rainwood (but those might be the same ones)? And perhaps more are still stranded offshore on the islands...
These forces are able to capture most of the Cape Wrath peninsula - including Griffin's Roost, Rain House, Crow's Nest, Mistwood, and probably the Wylde Stronghold before leaving remnant forces behind and joining up to capture Storm's End (via guile - which may involve masquerading as Stannis' forces to get inside the gates). But that does not include Weeping Town, the main port town in the region, which still flies Tommen's banners. And given the geography, perhaps Stonehelm in the southwest could still be with Tommen too? Outside of the mainland, the Golden Company has also taken the islands of Estermont, Tarth (likely), and half of the Stepstones.
Marq Mandrake leads a force of around 500 additional men (noted to carry none of the missing archers) who were dumped on Estermont and have taken Greenstone. He is instructed via raven to commandeer local boats to travel to the peninsula to join the main force and bring any high level hostages - likely including Lord Eldon Estermont, and Arianne's good friend, Sylva Santagar. Some have wondered if they may have nabbed Eldric Storm who was in a hideout in Lys as well, but its unclear if they would have known where to look, and at least according to the ADWD Appendix (which is included post-landing)... Eldric is still in Lys.
On to the incoming force under Mace Tyrell... we know a lot less. However, the general consensus to many is that the Golden Company probably won't be able to take them on directly in open field which seems to hint towards them having a larger and more well-equipped force. Even Tyrion when first pitching the idea to Aegon agrees that they shouldn't expect to win in a direct fight, but that the tactic should be to hold out and call their banners until Dany can get to Westeros with her dragons. This is actually Mace's third time fighting Storm's End, so its kind of his thing I guess. Though he usually ends up in a passive siege situation creating a city of tents outside and setting up mangonels and trebuchets to uselessly lob stones at Storm's End's impenetrable walls (while his dear friend Paxter Redwyne's fleet typically starves off the castle from reinforcements at sea). Or as Cersei so eloquently puts it "His sigil ought to be a fat man sitting on his arse."
But this time Mace won't have the Redwyne Fleet to cover his assault, given that they are occupied with defending Oldtown from the Ironborn. The Golden Company likely doesn't have much in the way of ships either since most of the Volantene merchants ingloriously dumped them ashore and left. So the sea belongs to neither side for now - and much of it is actually infested with pirates and raiders. Including Aurane Waters' stolen Royal Fleet, who has taken up residence in the Stepstones. This provides him the opportunity (whether he takes it or not) to play a key role in the fight if he decides to leave the pirate life and join the Golden Company by doing something like bringing them food (like Davos did to Stannis) or helping escort Dany to them. And that might be his best chance to get back if he's burned bridges with Cersei and Stannis. I'm assuming the food situation at Storm's End is probably not too great, since its already been supplying Stannis' garrison throughout the previous siege.

The Environment

But maybe one of the coolest less discussed aspects that the Battle of Steel just might bring to the table is its environment - there's good reason to suspect this won't be just two armies clashing it out on a sunny grassy plain. As mentioned by Haldon in Arianne's released Winds material the constant drizzling rains have already turned the roads to mud, so we can suspect the same on the battlefield. Muddy terrain could even out advantages from heavily armored opponents, or hinder horses and siege weapons which would churn up the ground. You might be able to hide stakes in there too. A great example of this in play historically is the Battle of Agincourt in the Hundred Years War. The thick mud was instrumental for the less equipped English to avoid defeat against more heavily equipped French force - trudging through the terrain up to your knees in armor would find you quickly fatigued and if knocked to the ground in a scrap you'd have a difficult time getting back up. There are reports many would even drown in their helmets...
We've dabbled in the Stormlands before but we've never really seen it in true form - what it gets its namesake from - the massive autumn storms that form up in the Summer Sea and gather strength crashing headlong into the cliffs near Storm's End. And its the right time of year for it.... as we've heard time and again from several characters. And with perhaps one of the biggest winters on the horizon, this storm season may be truly catastrophic with hurricane force gales and sleet and rain during the fight. Given the general storm direction from south to northwest it may favor the archers under Black Balaq having the wind at their backs for range.
On the other hand, this would make Shipbreaker Bay (and even most of the Narrow Sea) particularly dangerous for resupply or travel. An already notoriously dangerous stretch, made even moreso by scattered reports of rampant piracy. This actually might work to Mace's advantage in the case open warfare does turn into a siege... as the storm would basically be holding what he can't without Redwyne's assistance. This could potentially effect Arianne's trip, Aurane, Marq Mandrake's reinforcements, or even Haldon and Lysono trying to leave Griffin's Roost.
Aside from Storm's End there might be interesting secondary battles at places like the griffin's throat at Griffin's Roost, a narrow exposed ridge leading up to the castle which we are told can hold out against a much larger force with even a small garrison. Red Ronnet may be tasked by Mace to try to recapture his home, though Haldon and Lysono do have his family hostage there.

Aegon's Bold Strategy

All that said though I actually believe the Golden Company might be taking a risk with trying to meet Mace out in the field.... which seems to be Aegon's intent, instead of using Storm's Ends biggest advantage - its defensive fortifications. I suppose they do always have that to fall back to though, and maybe they can destroy some of the siege effectiveness early on.
My fear though is that Aegon seems to be kind of hotblooded and eager... he's got a touch of young pride to him that might get him into trouble.
Remember it was Aegon that pitched the idea of riding to Westeros to the Golden Company (even if he borrowed it from Tyrion), and he also wanted to lead the troops directly to take Storm's End. Now he wants to lead the troops against Mace Tyrell as well. Even aboard the Shy Maid he was eager to stay aboard and fight the stonemen though the entire enterprise would have been undone if he got slain. And what happened when he finally met one? He froze up... unable to draw his sword... until Tyrion saved him. All the academic knowledge of battle and sword arts he's been learning fled when met with the brutal reality. Will he fair better this time?
Now I don't believe Aegon will die in the field against Mace... but I do think its possible he may get injured and the initial battle might be pushed back resulting in a true siege. Given we are approaching a second Dance of the Dragon, this could have a faint resemblance to another Aegon (the II's) experience at the Battle at Rook's Rest which led to him suffering severe burns and leaving him bent to the point of using a crutch and in constant pain. Which had a toll on his later personality and outlook. We also see Robb get injured in his own campaign, which opens him up to being tended by Jeyne Westerling and breaking his initial marriage plans to the Freys. Could something similar happen? I don't know.

Anders Yronwood in the Battle of Steel?

One of the X-Factors to the Battle of Steel I'm most excited about is the Dornish troops under Anders Yronwood's command stationed in the Boneway though. This is one of the geographically nearest forces to the Stormlands (in fact the Boneway exit basically puts them right at Summerhall) and they wouldn't have to travel through much of King's Landing occupied territory to join the Golden Company if desired. They are bored and eager for vengeance, hate the Lannisters, and Arianne has ravens on standby that could set them loose with just the right word... dragon
Even without Arianne's go-ahead Anders Yronwood has a lot of reasons to join the fight anyways. The Yronwoods were actually one of the few named houses loyal to the Golden Company during Bittersteel's rebellion, so they have a history of support. They also have a storied rivalry with the Dornish Marches in the Stormlands. The Dornishman and the Highgardeners despise each other too: Mace in particular has a pretty condescending view of them: probably in part because Oberyn crippled Willas in a tourney. Mace meanwhile plots to break up the marriage between Myrcella and Trystane to find her a 'better match.' Olenna calls Ellaria 'the serpent's whore' while in King's Landing. And Tyrion picks up a new joke from Mace's men-at-arms about the Dornish ("How many Dornishmen does it take to shoe a horse? Nine. One to do the shoeing, and eight to lift the horse up.")
Furthermore, Dorne has never been as unified as it seems as Doran thinks: "Dorne was an angry and divided land, and Prince Doran's hold on it was not as firm as it might be. Many of his own lords thought him weak and would have welcomed open war with the Lannisters and the boy king on the Iron Throne."
The Yronwoods are the second strongest house and only tentatively loyal to Doran, and its been secondary houses with a lot to gain in the past that were ones that often joined with the Blackfyre Rebellions. They also have a rivalry with the Fowler's (who are guarding the Prince's Pass). One can only imagine what Anders, the Bloodroyal, will do once he gets news of Aegon showing up alive and Mace of all people riding out to meet them. Or of news from King's Landing that Cersei lied about Gregor, or that they intend to break up Trystane's betrothal.
So regardless of Doran's support Anders Yronwood just might go in anways, and be the last minute hero the Golden Company needs to shift the tide.
Though of course the other big factor is news of Quentyn and Cletus deaths arriving from Essos, given that Anders was really a father to both... If Aegon is intent on allying with Daenerys this could ruin their newly formed relationship, As Dany may be painted very unfavorably in that story. It may also cause Anders to reassess his loyalty to Doran Martell. So he's a very interesting option in all this to say the least!

So what do you think?
~Thank you for Reading!!~

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I had a drug problem, and I lived a very chaotic live. I frequently went to bars just to do cocaine with friends and fight people in the bar.
One of my female friends was very concerned about my way of living. I said that it really wasn't that bad. But one day when I got very high on cocaine and I crashed my motorcycle in a farmfield somewhere and laid there until sunrise, I knew it was time to try to change my life. The female friend, named Emma, was very reliefed that I had the courage to ask her for help.
She immediately started to figure stuff out to help me, and after a while she told me she found a program somewhere in the mountains deep in the forest that helped people get rid of their addictions.
The name of the program was ''Pure Order''. I was a bit sketchy at first, but I love the mountains and nature so I thought I could always give it a try.
The only problem, was that I was from New Jersey, and the program was in Montana. But Emma was willing to pay along for the trip, and she'd even come with me to drop me off to make sure I arrived safely.
At the airport, a car, that was part of the Pure Order program, would take us there. The driver was a man in a suit, with combed black hair, a well kept goatee and mustache. He was wearing a dress shirt, suspenders and cowboy boots.
It was a peculiar look that I instantly noticed. It was a very hipster look, but also a very country look. It was a 5 hour, if not more, ride from the airport to the place where the Pure Order program was. It was very deep in the woods and mountains, and very far away from civilization.
When we arrived, I saw 10 feet high walls, made out of wooden beams, with barbed wire at the top. It kinda looked like a military camp to me, but also like a scouting camp. It was close to a very big lake, surrounded by a dense forest.
The big wooden doors opened, and a nice dressed gentleman was standing in the door opening. Also with suspenders, big beard, combed hair, tinted glasses, nice white dress shirt, a black Bolo tie, and a suit jacket.
I noticed some kind of dress code, but I thought that was to tell the staff members apart from the people. The man who greeted me was a very nice man, and super welcoming. Then we heard a gunshot in the distance, and I saw birds fly up from the treelines.
The man was obviously startled by the gunshot, and me and Emma looked at each other. The man said ''Its hunting season, we take the people outside hunting as one of the many outdoor activities we have around the camp'' in a laughing tone with a smile.
The man welcomed me in, and Emma was not allowed in since she wasn't part of the Pure Order program, so they politely asked her to leave. And the driver would take her back to the airport.
The man talked to me for a bit, while we walked to my bed where I could put my stuff and ''Make myself'' at home. I walked into one of those typical summer camp sleeping places, with two rows of bunk beds on each side of the walls, once again very military like.
The man noticed the look on my face and he told me not to worry, as we would only sleep here, and we would be doing activities all day.
Lastly he asked me if he could have my phone, so I'm not distracted by the outside world and we can focus on me getting better instead. I was hesitant at first, but the way he said it just made sense, and before I thought about it I handed over my phone.
Not that my phone had any signal anyway.
He asked that if I had any questions, I could always ask him. I was scared to ask questions but for some reason I just blurted out all the questions I had.
I asked about the barbed wire, why we are so far away from civilization, why I had to hand my phone over even though I didn't have any signal.
He politely told me that the barbed wire was because the wildlife would sometimes climb over the wooden walls. He told me we are so far away from civilization because they don't want anyone to get the urge to get distracted by day to day society, and fall back into our old habits.
I had to hand over my phone because I would be distracted by it, even though I didn't have any signal, they just wanted to be completely sure that I would get better.
That night we would gather around the campfire, the staff members were there, and the other people in the program. The staff introduced me, and I was kinda awkwardly sitting there, but the other people in the program were very inviting as well.
They told me about the program, they had big smiles on their faces and they looked genuinely happy. They showed interest in me, asking me where I came from, what my goal was, told me about their issues and how the program have really helped them so far.
I felt like I wasn't alone, and that I could actually be helped. Almost all my suspicion disappeared. The heat of the fire was getting a bit hot, so I took off my flannel, revealing some of my tattoos. People in the group were very interested in my tattoos.
I had a tribal tattoo that looked like waves, with a boat sailing on the waves. I said it was because one of my best friends was in the navy, and he sadly lost his life in was, and I had the tattoo out of respect for him.
One of the staff member showed me his tattoo. It was a tattoo on his forearm. It looked like a ''Phi'' symbol from the Greek alphabet, but instead of the circle, it was an eye. He said he got the tattoo when he ''Reached enlightenment''.
I didn't know what that meant, but you know, I don't judge, we all got our things, and I was just happy he ''reached his enlightenment''.
As I was getting ready for bed, one of the other people in the program came up to me and told me ''Welcome to the program, one piece of advice, make sure to smile.'' I thought he meant that we had to smile so we don't bring down the mood for the other people and we keep things positive.
So I brushed off what he said, and made sure to keep a positive mindset.
The next day we did all kinds of activities, we painted, we went fishing, we had a couple (Non alcoholic) drinks and it was a very good experience.
When I was getting another drink from the cooler, one of the staff members came up to me, saying that I had a very rough look, with the tattoos and I had a cut in my eyebrow from a bar fight when someone pulled out a knife and tried to cut my face.
I told him about the fight I've gotten in, and said that I could ''basically defend myself''. He said that if I'd like, I could sign up for a boxing match that would be happening that night. He said that they would have boxing matches, so the people could blow off some steam, and since I had a history of fighting he thought it would be something for me. I was actually very excited, so I decided to sign up.
That night I put on the boxing gloves and fought one of the other people in the program. It was a close match but I managed to win. He was laying on the ground, still consious. As I was celebrating they told me to ''End the fight''.
I had a very confused look on my face, the fight ended, he coulnd't fight anymore and I won. But every staff member kept chanting ''End the fight''. I realised I had to kill him. The man that welcomed me at the door, told everyone to be quiet and he told me ''End the fight, prove to yourself that you have what it takes to make a change. Otherwise you don't have what it takes, and we would be forced to take matters in our own hands.'' while putting one hand on a revolver. When I looked around, I saw the other people in the program just silently looking at me. Their eyes looked empty. All of them knew what had to be done, because they were once in my spot.
I realised that if I didn't kill the man in front of me, I would be the one that would not make it out of here. I looked at the mans face, he had this facial expression that begged me for mercy, but he also understood what had to be done. I shut off my mind, and my survival instinct just took over. I killed that man with my bare hands.
I came to the realisation that this wasn't a program to help people get better. This is a cult. And now that I killed that man, I had officially joined the cult.
I walked up to the man who greeted me at the gate the next day, as I got the impression that he was most likely the leader of the cult. I overheard some staff members drop the name ''Head of Order Edgar'', so as I walked towards him I said ''Edgar?'' and he looked up and asked what was wrong?
I tried to maintain calm but couldn't really contain myself and I asked ''What the fuck was that all about yesterday?'' in a very shaken voice. Edgar told me that I had to choose a new path in life, that I had to make a change in my life, and have the strength to make a life or death decision. As the was telling me these things, I noticed the ''Phi'' tattoo in Edgar's neck. The exact same one the other fella showed me before.
I looked at him with a scared but understanding face, while in my mind all I could think was ''These guys are absolutely nuts.'' I knew I had to escape somehow, even though it could be my death with all the wildlife out there, I had to at least try.
The next few days I went along with all their activities, while trying to figure out the patterns of the cult members. I managed to find an oppurtunity to escape. I noticed that every night, after all the program members would go to sleep, the cult members would gather around and they would have a few drinks.
I knew it was risky as it would be very easy to detect me if I were to sneak out, but I had to try.
So after a couple nights, I gathered the courage to sneak out. I slightly opened the door and I noticed the cult members gathered around the campfire. There were even more cult members then I thought, all dressed in the dress shirts, long beards, suspenders etcetera. I sneaked out of the cabin and the door cracked as I opened it.
The cult members heard the sound but brushed it off, but they did stay on their guard. I thought about sneaking back inside the cabin but I knew this had to be my moment, now I had the courage to make a move. I decided to keep going, and sneak towards a weaker spot in the wooden walls.
As I got closer to the wooden wall, a dog in a cage started barking at me. I panicked and kicked down the weak part of the wall and managed to get out of the walls. I felt so free, but I wasn't out there yet. I didn't have time to think and I heard the cult members scream and load weapons.
I didn't think about anything, I just started running, and I heard the screaming get further and further away. I just kept running, I had no idea what way I was running, where I was, it was pitch dark, I guess around 3 am. I heard bullets whizzing by my head, bullets hitting the trees, right next to me.
I zigzagged and all my legs could do was just run. I kept hearing the screaming in the distance, then it got closer and closer and I kept hearing bullet whizzing by. Then out of nowhere, I felt a sharp pain in my leg, I tried to get up but my leg felt heavy, I thought I was struck by as bullet, but my leg got caught in a bear trap. I tried to pry it open, I screamed from the pain, the screaming from the cult members got closer and closer. My heart was raising. And as I looked up I was looking directly into the face of a cult member, with his weapon leaning on his shoulder. He didn't look happy.
They dragged me through the woods, like I was some kind of animal. They said that they had a place for ''people like me''. They dragged me to a tiny shed deep into the woods. It had no windows, just some very small holes in the wood of the shed that let some light from the upcoming sun in.
They strapped me to a chair, and put tape over my mouth. I heard the sound of a shotgun getting cocked behind me. I felt a very cold metal rod getting pushed into the side of my head, the barrel of the shotgun. I was breathing very heavily, I couldn't scream. I felt one single tear roll down my face.
As I looked through one of the holes in the shed, I was looking at the sunrise. I heard a gunshot, and all my pain disappeared. All I could see was Edgar welcoming new people at the gate, as he smiled and said ''Aahhh, hunting season.''

Hey! I'm always on the lookout for new friends and people to talk to. I'm open to smalltalk but would prefer deeper conversation and friendship ☺
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• Huge music fan (progressive metal is my favourite)
• Open minded
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Many of the links below are to youtube videos of songs that the authors use to illustrate their points.
Notes on Camp (1974)
Sontag begins by listing what little earlier writing exists on Camp. One definition comes 10 years earlier from Christopher Isherwood's The World in the Evening

What I mean by camp is something much more fundamental. You can call the other Low Camp, if you like. . . what I’m talking about is High Camp. High Camp is the whole emotional basis of the ballet, for example, and of course Baroque art.”
[...]
STEPHEN: “What about Mozart?”
CHARLES: “Mozart’s definitely a camp; Beethoven, on the other hand, isn’t.”
STEPHEN: “Is Flaubert?”
CHARLES: “God, no!”
STEPHEN: “But El Greco is?”
CHARLES: “Certainly.”

Sontag builds the concept with her own examples and counterexamples. La Lupe is. William Blake isn't. Scopitone is. Titus Andronicus isn't (but almost).
A few quotes:

What the Camp eye appreciates is the unity, the force of a person [...] opera and ballet are experienced as such rich treasures of Camp, for neither of these forms can easily do justice to the complexity of human nature. Wherever there is development of characer, Camp is reduced.
camp is a solvent of morality. It neutralizes moral idignation.
Thus, things are campy, not when they become old -- but when we become less involved in them, and can enjoy, instead of be frustrated by, the failure of the attempt.
the man who insists on high and serious pleasures is depriving himself of pleasure; he continaully restricts what he can enjoy; in the constant exercises of his good taste he will eventually price himself out of the market, so to speak.

Camp rests on innocence. It is playful, of the masses, mass produced, "urban pastoral."
It's not serious art nor tragedy. Not political nor hostile. It's an improvement on the spent modes of satire & irony. It's not sincerity, which can be simple philistinism, intellectual narrowness. It cannot come from nature.
K-PUNK, OR THE GLAMPUNK ART POP DISCONTINUUM (2004)
Fisher's k-punk blog began mostly with music criticism in 2004 and gradually shifted to politics, film, and personal posts. This is one of two music criticism essays we'll read, the other being The Krakens on June 7th. The inspiration for this essay began earlier in 2014 in this brief essay where Fisher attends a musical festival and only enjoys Róisín of Moloko. From that essay, we get Fisher's own camp delineation:

It’s partly this that gives her[Róisín] a distance from her image that isn’t camp, or at least not camp in the Kylie[another pop singer] sense. There is an enjoyment there (this is one of many things that separates Roisin from Kylie: Kylie’s air hostess professionalism exudes grim determination, never enjoyment).

As with Sontag's Camp, Fisher positions Glam as an alliance between the aristocratic aesthetes and the working-class. Fisher quotes his music critic friend Simon Reynolds for a definition:

Glam as anti-Dionysian. The Dionysian being essentially democratic, vulgar, levelling, abolishing rank; about creating crowds, turbulence, a rude commotion, a rowdy communion. Glam being about monumentalism, turning yourself into a statue, a stone idol.'

Fisher positions glam and art pop as an alternative to the leveling instinct of the bourgeois who will not tolerate anyone to be greater than them, even God. He contrasts his favored Mods against Hippies, Rock 'n Roll, and Lads:

The mods, on the other hand, embraced the hyper-artificial: for them, Nuttall wrote, 'alienation had become something of a deliberate stance'. Nobility was not innate for mods: rather, it was something to be attained, through a ruthless de-naturalization of the body via decoration and chemical alteration.

Roxy Music: Mother Of Pearl

'Mother of Pearl' - which as Penman observed on Pillbox, is the whole of Lacan in seven minutes, more or less - is the closest Ferry comes to writing a manifesto for his meta-melancholia, a meta-love song about the impossibility - and undesirability - of attaining the Ideal object.

Visage: Malpaso Man
Jealous Guy - John Lennon vs Jealous Guy - Roxy Music

But Ferry's sensibility is definitely Masochistic. (As opposed to that of the Sixties, which, as Nuttall, for one, suggests, was Sadean. Compare the Sixties-sired Lennon's 'Jealous Guy' - the Sadist apologizes - to Ferry's reading of the song - the masochist sumptuously enjoying his own pain - for a snapshot of a contrast between the two sensibilities.)

Any initial impressions on their writing style? On their analysis?
Sontag suggests camp may have been a way for homosexuality to legitimize itself by aesthetic means. Knowing now that legitimacy was built, what role did Camp play in it?
What might Sontag use as examples of Camp or Not Camp today?
Any thoughts on Fisher's reading of the 60s-80s music scenes?
Any thoughts on the musical choices these two used to build their arguments?

A new Camp and Chill Event starts today!
This 2 day event will run from Tuesday, May 30 until 19:00 GMT Thursday, June 1, and is open to all players with version 10.2.1 or above, a minimum of 250 dragon power, and a stable and reliable internet connection.
Points are earned by tapping items, opening chests, and other simple tasks completed in Camp. The Event Capsule Store appears after earning 500 points; free Bronze Capsules containing Event Points can be collected every 3 hours after that.
 

NOTES:

• A small number of players are testing a new Egg Storage feature; for more info, here is the initial post from last Wednesday, the most active thread during Friday’s initial beta tester rollout, and the official website’s new Egg Storage info section.
• A calendar of 2023’s past and projected events has been posted.

Good luck and happy merging!
 

EVENT PRIZES

1. Sprouting Dragon Tree, lvl 2 - requires earning 70 points
2. Prism Flower Buds, lvl 2 - 1,290p
3. Blue Belly Shrooms, lvl 5 - 1,840p
4. Daily Chest (Super Egg Fragment) - 3,190p
5. Watering Hole, lvl 5 - 4,790p
6. Aged Glowing Dragon Tree, lvl 4 - 6,420p
7. Nice Zen Temple, lvl 3 - 7,990p
8. Golden Sapling, lvl 2 - 9,610p
9. Seth Dragon Kid, lvl 2 - 11,210p
10. Deer Dragon Kid, lvl 2 - 13,590p

Total to collect all prizes: 60,000 points
 

STRATEGY TIPS

This is the only type of event where point producing items can be stockpiled ahead of time; for info and links to guides on bubbling as a storage option, please visit the Community FAQ.
The following are the most efficient or popular ways to earn points:

• Tier 2 nests of most breeds yield 900 points per tap, for a total of 3,600 to 6,300 points per nest.
• High level Goal Stars are an excellent source of points; the exact number of taps available varies by level and random chance.
  • L6 Star- 1056, L5 Star- 330, L4 Star- 99
• Level 2 Materials Chests offer unlimited quick and easy points; stockpiling stone bricks gives more flexibility than buying specific chests ahead of time:
  • Spectral Chest- 1305, Summoned Chest- 820, Chest of Beasts- 300, Solid Gold Chest- 80, Phobos Chest- 40
• Higher level free chests all yield well:
  • Treasure: L7- 1690, L6- 530, L5- 165, L4- 50
  • Grimm: L4- 792, L3- 240, L2- 72
  • Season: L4- 330, L3- 100, L2- 30
  • Bountiful (Level) Chests- 150
  • Kala’s Rucksacks- 250
• High level Life Trees can be harvested for quick points:
  • Life Orbs: L9- 1560, L8- 500, L7- 160, L6- 50
• These chains recharge fast and give unlimited taps; note that multiple mid-level items may earn more than one or two higher-level items.
  • Fruit Trees: L10 Watermelon- 34, L9 Pineapple- 30, L8 Dragon Fruit- 26, L7 Pear- 23,
  • Prism Flowers: L7- 42, L6- 36, L5- 29, L4- 23
  • Midas Trees: L11- 145, L10- 135, L9- 125, L8- 115, L7- 105, L6- 95, L5- 85, L4- 75, L3- 65, L2- 55
  • Bushes: L5- 35, L4- 25, L3- 15
  • Graves: L8- 75, L7- 65, L6- 55, L5- 45, L4- 35
  • Fountains: L6- 136, L5- 105, L4- 75, L3- 45

 

ITEM POINTS

Alien Obelisks (Requires cash purchase)

• Alien Obelisk - 45
• Radioactive Alien Obelisk - 135
• Pulsing Alien Obelisk - 450
• Galactic Alien Megalith - 1485

Bushes

• Tiny Cabin - 10
• L1 Shrub Sprout - 1
• L2 Budding Shrub - 5
• L3 Nice Shrub - 15
• L4 Flowering Shrub - 25
• L5 Gorgeous Shrub - 35

Fruit Trees

• L4 Grape Tree - 10
• L5 Raspberry Tree - 14
• L6 Banana Tree - 18
• L7 Pear Tree - 23
• L8 Dragon Fruit Tree - 26
• L9 Pineapple Tree - 30
• L10 Watermelon Tree - 34

Goal Stars and Dragon Stars (points per tap)

• L1 Star - 3 (2-3 taps)
• L2 Star - 9 (2-3 taps)
• L3 Star - 30 (3-4 taps)
• L4 Star - 99 (3-4 taps)
• L5 Star - 330 (3-4 taps)
• L6 Star - 1056 (6-7 taps)
• L1 Dragon Star - 30 (2-4 taps)
• L2 Magnificent Dragon Star - 90 (7-11 taps)

Graves

• L4 Doom Cross - 35
• L5 Fiend’s Resting Place - 45
• L6 Tomb of the Innocent - 55
• L7 Tomb of the Forgiven - 65
• L8 Tomb of the Righteous - 75

Life Orbs (single tap)

• L0 Life Essence - 1
• L1 Tiny Life Orb - 1
• L2 Small Life Orb - 2
• L3 Life Orb - 3
• L4 Furious Life Orb - 5
• L5 Wondrous Life Orb - 15
• L6 Great Life Orb - 50
• L7 Giant Life Orb - 160
• L8 Life Orb of Souls - 500
• L9 The Life Orb of Heavens - 1560

Midas Trees

• L2 Golden Sapling - 55
• L3 Golden Tree - 65
• L4 Midas Tree - 75
• L5 Glowing Midas Tree - 85
• L6 The Orb Holder - 95
• L7 The Crystal Catcher - 105
• L8 The Moon Bearer - 115
• L9 The Star Mother - 125
• L10 Greater Midas Tree - 135
• L11 Divine Midas Tree - 145

MonsteMythical Idols (single tap)

• L1 Kattryx - 3
• L2 Guardian Sphinx - 9
• L3 Young Cerberus - 30
• L4 Noble Gryphon - 99
• L5 Mythical Ogopogo - 330
• L1 Gromblin - 5
• L2 Capricorn - 15
• L3 Dragon Idol - 50
• L4 Rising Phoenix - 165
• L5 Mythical Pegasus - 550

Mystic Topiaries (single use only, number of taps depends on level)

• L1 Bunny - 10 (1x tap)
• L2 Bear - 90 (1x tap)
• L3 Rex - 150 (2x taps)
• L4 Swan - 250 (3x taps)
• L5 Seahorse - 550 (5x taps)
• L6 Dolphin - 880 (10x taps)

Nests/Eggs

• Tier 1 nest - 20 per tap, 60 to 140 total
• Tier 2 nest - 900 per tap, 3,600 to 6,300 total (Except for T2 Star Dragons)
• Mystery Egg Nests - 10 per tap, 40 to 70 total
• Supernest - 20 per tap
• Meganest - 10 per tap (needs rechecking)
• Ultranests - 10 per tap (needs rechecking)
• Activated Super Eggs - 600 (30 per dragon)

Prism Flowers

• L1 Sprouting Prism Flower - 3
• L2 Prism Flower Buds - 10
• L3 Opening Prism Flowers - 16
• L4 Prism Flowers - 23
• L5 Blossoming Prism Flowers - 29
• L6 Gorgeous Prism Flowers - 36
• L7 Brilliant Prism Flowers - 42
• L8 Spectral Prism Flowers - 49
• L9 Glowing Prism Flowers - 55

ShimmeSecret Fountains

• L1 Fountain of Legend - 3
• L2 Ancient Spring - 15
• L3 Shimmering Spring - 45
• L4 Fountain of Faith - 75
• L5 Fountain of Rebirth - 105
• L6 Heroic Dragon Spa - 135
• L1 Secret Lifespring - 30
• L2 Spectral Lifespring - 150

Coin Vaults and Stone Yards

• L1 Tattered - 1
• L2 Basic - 5
• L3 Nice - 15
• L4 Great - 25
• L5 Opulent - 35
• L6 Mythical - 45
• L7 Gigantic - 55
• L8 Bottomless - 65

Chests (single tap only)

• Treasure Chests
  • L1 Ordinary Chest - 2
  • L2 Nice Chest - 5
  • L3 Chained Chest - 15
  • L4 Sunken Chest - 50
  • L5 Noble Chest - 165
  • L6 Glowing Chest - 530
  • L7 Giant Treasure Chest - 1690
• Grimm Chests
  • L1 Grimm Chest - 24
  • L2 Grimm Chest of Decay - 72
  • L3 Grimm Chest of Despair - 240
  • L4 Grimm Chest of Suffering - 792
• Season Chests
  • L1 Little Seasons chest - 10
  • L2 Big Seasons chest - 30
  • L3 Great Seasons chest - 100
  • L4 Magnificent Seasons chest - 330
• Materials Chests
  • Moon/Phobos Chests - 10/40
  • Golden/Solid Gold Chests - 25/80
  • Dangerous Chest/Chest of Beasts - 100/300
  • Occult/Summoned Chest - 270/820
  • Pearlescent/Spectral Chest - 435/1305
• Kala’s Rucksacks - 250
• Daily Chest (Super Egg Fragment) - 150
• Bountiful (aka Level or Timed) Chests - 150
• Chest of Stones - 10
• Chest of Nightstones - 50
• Super Nest Vault - 500
• Mega Nest Vault - 2500
• Ultra Nest Vault - 5000 (limited availability)
• Dragon Chests Note: Points depend on chest contents
  
  • Egg Chests - 30 to 80
  • Radiant Egg Chests - 80 to 120
  • Nest Vault - 150 to 200
  • Huge Nest Vault - 400 to 500

Camp and Chill Event Items

• Capsules - 0
• Pile of Camp Event Points - 5
• Great Rucksack of Event Points - 10 per tap, 20+ total
• Wondrous Chest of Event Points - 25 per tap, 125+ total
• Mythical Coffer of Event Points - 50 per tap, 450+ total

Miscellaneous Items

• Life Flower Seeds - 3
• Rain Clouds - 5
• Cloudy Summit - 11
• Misty Mountain - 35
• Ancient Dragon Skull - 5
• Unearthed Skeleton (aka Bone Pile) - 5
• Most Wonders - 100 per tap, totals vary
• Legendary Glowing Tree - 1087 per tap
• Shangri-La - 200
• The Last Relic Artefact - 330
• Mystic Lantern - 35 per tap, 105 total
• Totems (all) - 20 per tap
• Pile of Riches - 3 per tap
• Mound of Rich Stuff - 15 per tap
• Heap of Glimmering Riches - 45 per tap
• Mountain of Wild Riches - 75 per tap
• Evil Fog - 20 per section unlocked
• Dimensional Jars - varies based on the object
• Event Trophies - 25
  • Spawned items also give 25 points (both L1 and L2)
  • Exceptions: Pomegranate, Temple, and the Enormous Lucky Coins do not give points, nor do their tappables

Combo Merges Note: this is a partial list — most chains seem to work, with points increasing by item levels and length of chain.

• Coins - 5, 10, 30, 60 (started with L2)
• Life Flowers - 5, 10, 15, 20, 40 (start w/L1)
• Life Flowers - 15, 40 (started w/L5)
• Life Orbs - 5, 10, 15, 20, 40 (Started w/ heart)
• Life Orbs - 5, 20, 45, 80 (started w/ L3)
• Living Stones - 5, 10, 15, 40 (start w/fresh stones)
• Stone bricks - 5, 10, 15, 40, 60 (start w/L1)

No Points

• Currency (Coins, Stone Bricks, and Gems)
• Loot orbs
• Dragon Homes
• Haunted Houses
• Boutique exclusive chains
• Lobelia Topiaries
• Ornate/Jeweled Statues
• Small Fluffs
• Weekly Den Chests
• Dust Bunny Crates
• Chocolate Fountain chain
• Star Chests
• Star Dragon T2 nests
• Season Bonus Chests
• Newer items and any in limited release for beta testing

 

TROUBLESHOOTING

If the event is not showing up or glitches are affecting your play:

• Try hard closing and then relaunching your game.
• If your device is running hot, stop playing and allow it to cool down.
• Try rebooting your device (ie, turn it completely off, then back on and allow it to fully boot up before relaunching the game).
• Try rebooting your wifi router (if you have access).
• Try switching to a completely different internet source.
• If you’re suddenly experiencing multiple issues like lagging or error messages, close the game and try again after an hour or two; events are server-based, and sometimes activity on that end can cause temporary problems.
• If nothing here helps, contact Gram Games Support through the in-game link or the official website for help figuring out what’s wrong.

General Technical Warnings:

• Cloud Save is still unreliable: according to the developer, it is not safe to be used and should be left turned off.
• Den Chests: To reduce your risk of missing chests or uncounted points, avoid playing while game servers are processing the cycle change.
• Saving your Progress: Make sure you travel to the World Map screen before closing your game to save your progress; saving immediately after earning or making high-value items is also recommended.

Note: All initial event info is preliminary, based off what we’ve had in prior editions. Edits are ongoing

Violet slowly opens her pale green eyes as she slept next to Maya in the fishing shack to keep warm, as well as snuggling and cuddling her girlfriend. Feeling the love she has for her. Violet looks at Maya as the sun was slowly turning the navy blue sky a dull orange and pink. The air was frigid during the night, and Violet couldn't believe Maya slept on her bare skin being exposed to the cold elements. This is the first time they slept close and in an intimate way. Violet never slept or came this close to sleeping and being near someone half-naked.
In fact, if it wasn't for Maya's gift of seeing visions, she would have gotten her first sexual experience and given away her heart and soul to the person she least expect to find true love in. Violet thought that Minerva was the only person she ever found love in, and someone to love her as she always dreamed of finding. But now as Violet eyes Maya sleeping soundly beside her, she is believing that Maya is the one who she is meant to love and share a lifetime of happiness in this hell on earth.
Violet reaches out and tenderly strokes her beautiful rugged native warrior, and runs her fingertips on Maya's side and slowly trails up the back side of her back. Violet pauses as she sees strange markings on Maya's back shoulder she never noticed last night. She pulls the old sheet to gaze at Maya's back and sees she has strange tattoos of something.
One tattoo was on the top of her right shoulder blade as it was a circle of what looked to be teepees, and in the center of the circle was a buffalo. When they officially met, Maya told Violet that she originally came from the Lakota Tribe out west. Violet is curious if the buffalo tattoo is a symbol of her tribe. She notices Maya's tribal jacket has a buffalo skull on the back and wonders if there is a connection there. Or maybe buffalos are a national symbol in indigenous circles and means something important. Violet shakes her head and then looks at the other tattoo on Maya's shoulder just below the circle of teepees and the buffalo.
This one was strange. It sort of looked like a Dreamcatcher but not. Had colors of red, white, yellow and black, and above the circle was a hawk. Maya did mention her spirit animal is a hawk, as it matches the necklace she always wears around her neck. Violet moves her hand and her fingers trace over the hawks wings on Maya's back. Violet looks down and sees four hawk feathers attach to the circle. Inside the feather are the shapes of different animals. Violet sees silhouettes of a deer, a badger, a porcupine, and a lynx. Maya's family's spirit animals. And Maya's spirit animal acts as a guardian of the circle. It is like glancing at Maya's family tree.
She never knew how family runs deep in Maya's culture. She looks at her girlfriend as she was well-loved by her family. It made Violet feel a bit envious of her girlfriend's life before the apocalypse, as she longed to have a loving family who loved her. In another lifetime, Violet only wished she came to know Maya sooner, and her tribe and family would have embraced and loved her the same as Maya did and Violet could have known what a real loving family was like. But those were only thoughts of what could have been. And probably never would have happened as Violet will be here at Ericson being forgotten by her family, and Maya be living her life out in Jackson, Wyoming wherever that was at.
Violet soon felt Maya starting slowly waking up. Violet closes her eyes so when Maya turns to look at her it will be like Violet is still sleeping when she is not. Although Maya probably can sniff out that Violet is not really sleeping.
Maya slowly opens up her brown eyes and glances around the shack. She gets a sense that Violet took her close to Ericson so that is why she got that vision of Violet's past last night. Maya turns her head to gaze down at Violet's sweet sleeping face, as she stays close by her all night. Maya eases her body down and faces Violet as she wants to hold onto this moment a bit longer before making the trip back to her camp.
Maya knows Violet is already awake, as she felt her soft touch on her back. Maya soon leans forward and plants a sweet kiss on Violet's lips and feeling the love and joy Violet's kisses bring to Maya's heart. Maya pulls back but is still near Violet's sweet face as she whispers, "I know you are awake my beautiful sweet Violet."
Violet opens her green eyes and smiles at Maya, "How do you know?"
Maya looks to Violet in a teasing flirting way to her, "I have my ways." Maya giggles as she sees Violet's face go in a bit of a sour look to her. Maya then explains the real reason to Violet, "Actually it was you touching my back and feeling my skin. You are not subtle with your touches." Maya teases her, and felt Violet giving her a playful shove. Maya loves it she can make Violet be playful. Maya soon grew into a serious face, "Sorry about last night and scaring you. I sometimes can't con—"
"You don't have to apologize. This is something new for me to experience and was skeptical at first when you told me of your gift, when we first started to get to know one another, and never knew how powerful it is to you." Violet softly spoke to her lover as she sits up and gently wraps her arms around Maya's stomach, and left kisses on her bare shoulders giving her all the love and support Violet could give.
Maya felt that lover's touch and smiles a warm smile at her. Maya reaches up and clasp her fingers around Violet's forearms and held her. "You do know if my gift didn't disrupt or killed the mood, you would have been the first I have ever been intimate with you," Maya admitted to Violet.
Violet looks into Maya's eyes, and blush is seen on Maya's face. Violet kisses her shoulder and replies back admitting the same feelings, "You would've been mine as well, and I was kind of going that direction when you said all those romantic words to me. I never knew how deep love is, or felt it, until I looked into your eyes last night and my heart just...knew." Violet looks into Maya's brown eyes. And without hesitation now Violet spoke the words, "I love you, Maya."
Maya moves in and kisses Violet and held her neck as Maya's thumbs graze over Violet's jawline, as she felt Violet's jaw move to Maya's strides of kissing her. Maya pulls back and held Violet's sweet face as she places her forehead to Violet's, "I love you back." Maya catches Violet's eyes and notices something special in Violet's green eyes. When Violet is extremely happy, Maya sees a golden ring in her green irises around her pupils that shines the brightest when she is happy. Turning her spring green meadow eyes, into a harvest color. "You know, when you are truly happy, you have a soft golden hue in your eyes."
Violet looks up into Mayas and softly and tenderly spoke, "You make me very happy. Happiness I haven't felt, since...since I don't know how long ago."
Maya smiles to that kisses Violet's forehead and smelling her beautiful golden hair. Violet nuzzles her nose in Maya's neck letting her know Maya captured Violet's heart, and she truly loves her. Violet stayed like that for a moment and then slightly pulls out of Maya's embrace. "I never knew you would be the type of person to have tattoos."
Maya looks away and does her cute scratching of the back of her head when she is nervous about something or she has to explain. "Oh...um..well, I keep them covered up with my clothes, which is why you never saw them."
Violet moves a little to look at Maya's tattoos, "I kind of dig them. Makes you look even more badass and attractive." Violet admitted to Maya she is a bit turned on. Violet reaches out and strokes Maya's bareback where her tattoos are. Violet softly asks her new girlfriend what they mean, "What do they mean exactly?"
Maya peeks over her shoulder at Violet who was interested in the tattoos that Maya had gotten put on when she was 12. "Well the first one which I am assuming you are tracing on my back right now, is my tribe's national symbol." Maya looks at Violet as Violet's finger was tracing the buffalo's body. Maya then casts her brown eyes to look a little bit at Violet but not into her eyes, "Lakota's are known to be bison and buffalo hunters. It was my ancestors' way of life and main food source. So for us to stand out from other native tribes, is the buffalo symbol. And the connection with the buffalo has to my people's culture. That is why it is in the center around the circle of teepees." Maya looks at Violet, who has her eyes fixed on that tattoo. Then her eyes met Maya's and a loving look fell over Violet's face.
Violet then tenderly spoke, "And the second one?"
Maya bit her lower lip a little, "My calling in life or what I was called to be in my tribe. In indigenous circles, the circle of the four colors is known to be the medicine wheel. My grandmother was my tribe's healer, being a Sherman. Apparently, when you are gifted by the spirits of having visions, it is clear who will be the next Sherman in my tribe. They choose me, so I was given the medicine wheel."
Maya pauses as she explains what the four colors are and represent, "The medicine wheel has many different forms of life and what it means. It correlates with the stages of life, changing of seasons, directional, aspects of life, elements of nature and ceremonial plants used for healing." Maya takes a breath before going in-depth with the explanation. "Yellow represents the birth of someone's life. It is the start of something new, like new life that awakes during springtime. The directional associated with this is east. And has the aspect of bringing spirituality to life and being connected to the spirits and the element of earth. Red represents the youth. It is the element of fire, with burning passion and desire to do something, like physical strength in someone, or physical nature in one's self. It usually associates with the season of summer, and it is the direction of south."
"Black represents the season of fall, and it usually goes with someone who enters adulthood. Black is the element of water, which has the ability to change form at any given moment, like someone's emotions, which ties into black being the emotion in our lives. And it is the direction of the west. White represents the last stage of human life which is elder. It is the season of winter, where everything is white with the purity of living a full life. It is someone's mental state and brings the element of air that we breathe. The direction associated with white is north." Maya pauses as she explains to Violet was the four colors are, "And the center is the balance of all four coming together as one harmony. What we all try to strive for in life. Having balance."
Violet was speechless by Maya's tattoos. And she has a new appreciation for this rugged native girl. Violet clears her throat, "Wow, you really are a deep person. And I am falling more in love with you, the more you share with me your culture." Violet smiles at her. She glances down at Maya's medicine wheel tattoo and traces the circle, "I am guessing the feathers on the wheel is your family." Violet moves her green eyes to look into Maya's gaze.
Maya nodded confirming what Violet spoke, "It was optional to have that feature. At the time before I got rebellious, I wanted to have a piece of my family with me always, never to forget who I am or my family. I am now forever grateful for that decision, as I...I lost my kid brother several years ago to a sickness waiting to get inside of a settlement to start a new life when the world went to hell. And a few months after my brother Koda's death..." Maya closes her eyes momentarily and reopens them up as she tells Violet about her parents, "I lost my parents in a blood bath by rogue Delta members. Aniya is the only family I have left."
Violet looked at her lover with empathic eyes and then brought Maya with a surprised expression on her face. Violet leaned over and left tender, caring kisses on Maya's tattoos and held her close. She never knew how tragic Maya's pain was, and in some ways, Violet felt connected to Maya at this moment because they both had deep pain in their hearts and had similar experiences of losing someone they both loved. Violet places her forehead against Maya's shoulder and nuzzles her nose to Maya's body, and holds her.
Maya felt Violet's loving touch and moved to lace her hand to Violet's and brought Violet's hand up to lightly kiss it. Violet pulls back and rests her chin on Maya's right shoulder. Violet glances up into Maya's eyes as she speaks, "One hell of a thing to have in common with the girl I love. I guess destiny has a funny way of bringing two people together." Violet looks down at her hand as she interlocks her fingers to Maya's copper brown ones, "No matter how much horrible shit we both been through and lived through, I am grateful to have you in my life Maya. You make me feel complete and bring meaning in purpose to my life again. You filled the dark hole in my heart and healed me." Violet moves and plants a tender kiss on Maya's lips for a moment and pulls back to gaze upon her beautiful eyes. Violet sighs and can't believe she is going to say this, "I think you are my soul mate."
Maya smiles warmly at Violet and believes the same thing. And maybe her vision of seeing Violet's past had a purpose of showing Maya that Violet is her soul mate as well. Maya glances at the back wall of the shack or small hut of some kind and realized she needed to get back before Bonnie gets suspicious. Shit. Maya with her free hand strokes Violet's face, "I hate to break up this moment with us, and God, I don't want to leave your pretty face, but....I got to get back to my camp before my leader gets suspicious." Maya sights as Violet moves her lace hand to Maya's and places it on Maya's forearm the hand touching her face. "I wish I wasn't in her group and didn't have to be so secretive when seeing you. I wish I was part of your group Violet."
Violet nods and leans to put her forehead to Maya's. "I wish you were part of my group as well. I too wish we don't have to sneak around just to be together."
Maya presses her forehead harder against Violet's, and held it there for a bit longer, as Violet didn't want Maya to leave her just as much. Violet softly whispers, "What are we going to do?"
Maya wishes she knew the answer to that question, but she doesn't. "I wish the hell I knew." Maya rubs Violet's cheek with her thumb and kisses her forehead tenderly. Maya breathes a heavy sigh as she gets up from the old mattress and goes over to put on her clothes that Violet took off of her last night in a moment of passion. As Maya reapplies her clothes, she sees Violet walking up and eyeing her. Maya puts on her father's tribal jacket and smiles bittersweetly at her lover.
Violet, still not wanting to see Maya go, comes to her and places her hand in hers, "At least let me walk you as far to the border of my school goes." Maya looks at Violet in a bit of surprise. Violet glances down a little, then back up at her, "Yeah, I brought you close to Ericson last night. This, here, is where we fish, while another part is where we hunt rabbits and catch game with our traps. I feel you belong here and I trust you, despite what Clementine thinks of you. You prove your loyalty to me last night, and you won't betray or hurt me, or put anyone else I care for in danger." Violet then closes the fishing shack door and laces her fingers to Maya's.
Maya felt honored and softly said, "Thank you." The air was cold as winter was on its way. However, the warmness of Violet's touch made the walk barrable. They walked until they reached the end of the road, where they had to part ways. Maya felt the necklace she made Violet in her jacket that she planned to give to her yesterday but got caught up in her romance with her. Maya takes out the carved necklace and pauses in her step with Violet, "I meant to give this to you yesterday." Maya places the necklace around Violet's neck. "Your very own animal spirit totem. Normally there will be a big ceremony thing that is significant to this moment in my culture, but...due to unfortunate life events of the world turning upside down, I will give you the short version."
Violet looks at the animal that was hand carved to fine detail, and her heart stops as she looks into Maya's eyes. "Maya-"
Maya came forward and put a finger to Violet's lips to keep her from talking, "I made you a panther because the panther speaks to who you are, Vi. Protection, hidden emotions, introspection, caution, careful decision-making, and a representation of dark and light. You, my love, are a panther in this world. Keep it close to you when you find yourself missing me or need strength and guidance. I love you." Maya plants a kiss on Violet's cheek and glances into Violet's green eyes.
Violet looks into her lover's brown eyes and smiles at Maya's gift. Violet moves forward to kiss Maya one last time before they part to return to their groups. Violet kisses Maya as she has never kissed anyone before and tugs on Maya's tribal jacket to make the kiss more meaningful, and as a statement, her heart is bonded to Maya's. After a moment of soft making out, Violet pulled back her lips as she repeated the exact words back, "I love you too, Maya. Stay safe, and come back to me." Violet looks down at her new necklace and then at Maya, "I will keep this and you forever in my heart." Violet clutches the necklace and smiles at Maya.
Maya returns Violet's smile and lightly strokes her face with her thumb. With a heavy heart, Maya leaves the beautiful sight of Violet's pretty face and her damn beautiful green eyes that get Maya's heart pounding every time she looks into those sexy light green pools.
Violet watches Maya leave to go back to her camp and stood there until she no longer sees Maya's figure. Violet sighs as she turns to head back to Ericson with emptiness in her heart of Maya not coming back to her room with her. She reaches for the necklace and held it close to her heart and hearing those words Maya spoke to her, Keep it close to you when you find yourself missing me or need strength and guidance. I love you. Violet said out loud as she walks a slow pace back, "I love you too my sweet rugged warrior. You are the love of my life."
...........................
Clementine slept soundly in Louis's arms holding her throughout the night, and it was a peaceful night between the two of them. Neither one of them woken up to terrible nightmares the other has to try and comfort the other person to help them through the terror they are feeling. Clementine's nightmares of the ranch still get to her but it is not as often as before, now that she is safe in her new home. She still struggles with her new trauma of AJ cutting off her leg, and she needs Louis's help to get her through tough nights, but as far as the nightmares, she rarely gets them. Louis on the other hand still suffers from his trauma of what happened on the boat when rescuing their friends. His first kill of a living person still haunts him even long after the event happened. Clementine wishes she could take his pain away so he doesn't suffer. She wishes he didn't have to be the one to kill for her in order to protect her from harm, but at the same time, she is grateful.
The sun rays shine through Clementine and Louis's bedroom window as a sign that morning has broken. Louis's eyes slowly open to find Clementine on her side facing him and his jacket draped over her waist as she softly breathes in and out of her dream world. Louis smiles big watching her sleep. He couldn't help but put a lock of her hair behind her ears as she twitches a bit from his touch. He knows she is in a deep sleep when she doesn't stir from his touch.
Louis then runs his fingers down her shoulder as he lightly rubs it. Her brand of whatever symbol it is clearly is visible with the sunlight dappling her skin. Louis wonders what her scar means and why. It pains him to see her endure that much. Clementine slowly begins to stir awake and Louis quickly closes his eyes pretending he was not awake.
Clementine slowly opens up her amber eyes as the bright sun was peering through the windows. Clementine then gazes upon Louis and what they did last night and notice some marks were left on his neck. Her smile widens a bit as she gave love bites to him during their most intense moment. Clementine smiles at the memory of him and her being truly intimate with each other and making love. She wants more of that feeling but knows AJ will be coming in soon, and she doesn't want him to see her like this or know what she and Louis did.
Louis then opens his eyes slightly as Clementine doesn't say a word but her eyes spoke for her. Louis caught on to her gaze and moves closer to her lips as she did the same. His hand found hers, as she laces her fingers to his. They were eyeing each other and just when Louis made the move to lock his lips to hers the door handle jiggles a bit. Clementine flung out of her love gaze with Louis and move apart from him so fast he didn't have time to process it. She had just enough time to put on her white undershirt and Louis's jacket and made it onto her bed and under the covers before the door opened up.
Louis had never seen Clementine move that quickly and before he knew it AJ comes through the door. Thank God he is still wrapped up in the sheets, but he saw the look in Clementine's eyes that she didn't want her somewhat surrogate son to see her like that or get any ideas.
"Good morning Cle−" AJ said as he looks at the scene before him. "What did you and Louis do last night?"
"Uh.." Clementine tries to come up with a story without giving away her first sexual experience. She glances at Louis for help.
Louis caught on and then made up a scenario that will not embarrass her. "We had a pillow fort and played Truth and Dare. Clem dared me to sleep on the floor the whole night through and made a bet with me that I wouldn't last 2 hours. I guess I made it all throughout the night so she owns me my night watch." Louis looks at Clementine and winks at her. She is grateful for the made-up kind of lie. "And before you ask what happened to the fort, clumsy me knocked it over doing another one of Clementine's dares. Had to do a headstand. Obviously, it didn't end too well, which cause the demolition of our fort."
AJ looks at Clementine, "You dared Louis to sleep on the floor. That is mean."
Clementine giggles at that and plays along with Louis's little white lie tale, "Yes, well I had to be creative somehow with my dares."
AJ then notices Clementine wearing Louis's jacket, "Is part of the dare you wearing Louis's jacket?"
Clementine smiles and replies, "Yes. I also dared him to not sleep with his jacket on as well."
AJ looks at Louis who is not wearing his green shirt and scans the room until he spots it next to Clementine's denim jean jacket and her white zip-up hoodie. "Louis, why is your shirt off and with Clementine's jacket?"
Panic sets in on both of the teenagers blushing faces. Clementine cannot answer that but Louis is a smooth talker to get out of it, "I got a bit warm last night little man, so I took off my shirt. Clem already took her jacket off early on before we played truth or dare." Thank God he didn't spot both of their pants that is covered up by the sheets.
Before AJ asks any more questions, Clementine then intervenes and speaks to her adoptive son, "AJ can you give Louis and I a moment to get up? "
"But we are supposed to be on watch lookout this morning. Your scheduling remember?" AJ looks at her.
"Right forgot about that." Clementine half curses herself for making plans ahead of time. She then looks into AJ's soft brown eyes; "Can you give me five minutes kiddo, please," Clementine said bargaining with him. "Just five. I promise."
"Okay," AJ said as he turns and walks out closing the door behind him.
Once AJ left the room Clementine heaves a sigh of relief. "Well, that was close."
"Yeah, super close. Hope we didn't scar him too badly," Louis looks at her.
"I don't think we did. He didn't really suspect anything." Clementine answers him. She pauses to look at her boyfriend and smiles, "You are a smooth talker to think quickly on your feet." Clementine said complimenting Louis on his storytelling.
"Had years of practicing, darling with that." Louis smirks, which made Clementine, giggle a little.
Clementine then looks down at the floor as she spoke out loud. "Although I hate lying to him even though it was a little untrue with the details of your story," Clementine said.
"Yeah, but it is only a little lie. AJ doesn't need to know of sex just quite yet, and especially what we.... uh did last night." Louis reassures her a little. She can tell his cheeks are blushing.
"True. But he will learn about it eventually from Willy." Clementine pointed out.
"Well, we will cross that bridge when we get to it." Louis glances up into her golden eyes.
Clementine smiles at Louis then breaks the conversation a bit, "Well, I told AJ five minutes and he will hold me to that, so can you find the rest of my clothes since you are closer." Clementine said as she looks away blushing.
Louis nods to that and reaches for Clementine's sexy jean jacket and her stained white hoodie. He hands her those as he goes fishing under the sea of sheets for her pants and underwear. He found it next to his and the scattered deck of cards. Louis comes back up from underneath the sheets and hands them off to her. Clementine took them face blushing a bit. Louis loves it when she is like this, unsure of herself. He wanted to grab that arm and pull her back down to where he is and kiss her passionately again like last night. Clementine shyly re-dresses herself to be modest again. Louis does the same as he puts on his pants.
When Clementine reaches for her boot to put it on, Louis looks up at her and smiles a lovely smile, "Just so you know, in case we don't have time to discuss this, you were amazing last night."
Clementine pauses in her lacing up her boot looks at him, and blushes a bit more to Louis's compliment, "Thanks." She glances down at the floor for a second then looks up into Louis's eyes, "You were amazing as well. And....would love to do that again sometime with you in the future. Felt amazing and thrilling. And you with your shirt off is making me, a bit crazy."
Louis then looks at her and was about to get up and have a lip lock with her, but she finishes by lacing up her one and only boot. Clem grabs her prosthetic foot and puts it on like a champ with no issues anymore, and soon gets up and goes to the door. She pauses at the handle and turns to look at him, "You know if AJ hadn't come in the way he did. I would have possibly wanted to go for another round....with you." Louis looks at her and his smile grows. She returns the same smile to him, and then she said out loud this time without hesitation in her voice, "I love you."
Louis then returns the phrase back to her, "I love you back, and I too would have as well, especially you wearing my jacket. Makes my heart melt for you." Clementine and Louis share the loving gaze again. Louis then adds in as the last comment, "You know that your face is glowing right."
Clementine giggles and lightly, in a joking matter, replies, "Shut up." Clementine turns to head out of the room where AJ is waiting in the hallway as she approaches him with a big dorky grin on her face.

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Videos: https://imgur.com/a/30I8KJN
BNIB MINI J-Cape $315 shipped - chasing other knives and this one isn’t for me
Like New Lukas-P $275 shipped - bought off of Troy from Northwoods Leatherworks , pristine condition
BNIB Exploro / Just Camp with Sheath - Custom Micarta Fixed blade in CPM-154 $285 shipped - bought at overland expo west from their booth - the crease in the sheath is from the knife being kept safe as they were on display at overland expo if you are curious, not from being carried
I accept PPFF, Venmo and Zelle. Thanks for looking feel free to PM me about any of the knives.

Time stamp : https://imgur.com/a/LKV7HwS
Videos: https://imgur.com/a/30I8KJN
BNIB MINI J-Cape $315 shipped - chasing other knives and this one isn’t for me
Like New Lukas-P $275 shipped - bought off of Troy from Northwoods Leatherworks , pristine condition
BNIB Exploro / Just Camp with Sheath - Custom Micarta Fixed blade in CPM-154 $285 shipped - bought at overland expo west from their booth - the crease in the sheath is from the knife being kept safe as they were on display at overland expo if you are curious, not from being carried
I accept PPGS. Thanks for looking feel free to PM me about any of the knives.

Was reasonably certain I had everything in the right place following the guide for categories from this sub-reddit and the game was stable for a decent while but now it's crashing randomly on fast travel or when going through doors that load interiors.
Thought I'd be best getting a more experienced eye to look things over and suggest what may be in the wrong place or entirely redundant so load order follows below. I'll ad creation club content at the bottom as well.
USSEP
USMP
Cutting room floor
CRF USMP patch
Ugh mods manager cap
Hearthfire multiple adoptions
Hearthfire patch:
Cheat room
Stones of barenziah quest markers
The paarthurnax dilemma
Bandolier: bags and punches classic
Cloaks and capes
Craftable everything: special edition
CE dragonborn
CE dawnguard
Ars metallica
Dragonbone smiting fix
Each stone of barenziah give a bonus
Unlimited rings and amulets
Pickpocketing chance cap increase
50pcs more perk points
20pcs more perk points
Dragon aspect overhaul - shout edition
Rebalanced leveled lists
Rich merchants of skyrim
Vivid weather definitive edition
Enhanced night skyrim
Xp32 maximum skeleton+realistic ragdolls and force
Human skin tones for all elven races
CBBE slim edition AIO
Adorable females
Chris57 and Sundracon male body
Girly animation
Girly animation shared
SMIM
Graphics pack
Add on - SMIM performance plus
Add on - light landscapes and dungeons
Add on - winter hold and snow elf
Add on - farmhouse and orc
Add on - high hrothgar
Add on - markarth and dwemer ruins
Add on - interior lighting & fx
Fluffy snow
Unique u iques by insanitysorry
Unread books glow SSE
Immersive citezens - ai overhaul
USMP Immersive citizens patch
Amazing follower tweaks
KS hairdos lite
Natural eyes
Apachii sky hair kite SSE main
Skyrim hair colors
Breeze home TNF - hearthfire
Vlindrel hall TNF - hearthfire
Hjerim TNF - hearthfire
Proudspire Manor TNF - hearthfire
Honeyside TNF - hearthfire
Magical college of winterhold
Kitted out blacksmiths
Lampposts of skyrim
Glowing ore 300
Vandfald cottage - player home
Insignificant object remover
Violens
A quality word map - vivid with stone roads
Mao markers unlocked
Alternate start - live another life
New beginnings - alternate start extension
Realistic water 2
Relationship dialogue overhaul
Realistic conversations
RDO - CRF + USSEP patch
Go away map clouds!
Creation club mods as follows:
Adventurer's backpack
Alternative armours - dragonscale
Alternative armours - stalhrim
Arcane accessories
Arcane archer pack
Camping
Dwarven armored mudcrab
Fishing
Horse armor - elven
Necromantic grimoire
Rate curios
Ruins edge
Saints and seducers
Staff of sheogorath
Survival mode
Any help,advice or suggestions would be welcome.
Thanks

Need ideas for an anniversary trip in this general area of the red circle. It would only be a weekend trip, so we don't have too long. I've been down here a few times but mainly for camping, and while my girlfriend enjoys the outdoors, I'd rather not make her sleep in a tent on our anniversary (a decent cabin would be ok though). any help on some nice places to go would be great!

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Memory Transcription Subject: Vani, Venlil Surgeon
Date [Standard Human Reckoning]: 2136-10-22
Secluded in the comfort of our cabin, I found myself savoring the rare moments of peace with Johan. The bustling camp did not afford us the luxury of privacy, and this precious pocket of calmness felt like a gift. Lying on the bed together, we did not feel the need to fill the silence with words or engage in any couple of activities. I felt an inherent satisfaction in just lying there together.
"Vani," Johan's voice filled the quiet cabin.
"Johan."
"I'm... I'm afraid of going back," he confessed.
I considered his words before asking, "Do you have many friends back in Jakarta?"
His gaze stayed on the ceiling as he replied, "Other than Snop... not. I guess, in a twisted way, that's a kind of luck?"
I watched as he rolled onto his side to face me, his eyes searching mine. "I count myself beyond fortunate to have met you." His fingers stroked my mane. His light touch felt heavy and comforting. "Even if we were in Jakarta when they implemented the quota they would have let me evacuate with you."
For a while, we just lay there, appreciating each other, our silent exchanges speaking volumes.
When we arrived at the ship, it was still the second or third hour of the day. I forgot when I fell asleep, but Johan's alarm woke us up the same. When we stepped out of our cabin, we found Tresn and the siblings lounging in the common area. Tresn now had the prostheses in his paws. The device twitched every now and there. Meanwhile, the siblings were engrossed in their thoughts or busy with their pads.
In the common area, we had our first meal aboard the vessel. We sat near the window, our portal to the world outside. Through the clear pane, the black water merged with the black sky, and I felt like being suspended in a void. Yet, despite this sense of absolute stillness, the ship flew above the water at a speed above fifty meters per second. Sometime after we had cleared our plates, our surrounding transformed. The sun, breaking the confines of the horizon, began its ascent. Although we were facing away from this bright ball in the sky, its effect was no less mesmerizing. Dawn overtook the black sky. First, the once pitch-black sky took on a shade of deep purple. A transition to an intense, deep red followed it soon after.
Perhaps two or three hours after the sunrise, the coastline of Cirebon began to emerge, peeking out from the edge of the horizon. Its unblemished skyline shone in stark contrast to the devastation reported in Jakarta.
Elangkasa joined us in the common area before we landed.
"Hi folks." They greeted me. "So, I might have forgotten to tell you all that you'll go to Purwakarta Sector 12 as volunteers."
"We don't mind." Said Johan. "I'm glad if I can be of help."
Elangkasa then briefed us on our job in Purwakarta Sector 12, Bolad and I would join the health workers. Johan and Cynthio had put aside their differences, nodding in agreement when Elangkasa assigned them to service and maintain the drones for rescue. Snop agreed when they asked her for help in construction with her skills in operating machining tools.
The armed forces had commandeered this once bustling commercial hub and had transformed it into a temporary base and staging area just like in Banjarmasin. Once we disembarked, Bolad and I joined Johan in his van again. A map of the region appeared on the dashboard. A red pinpoint marked the ovation where the bomb fell and a circle around it, the area of effect.
My classes both in Venlil Prime and Earth did not teach me about orbital bombardment and here I learned that one needs to get into a bunker in times like this. Because, for tens of kilometers, the bomb would heat the air to the point of causing tissue damage. The map showed a region where you will face severe burn injury if you stayed outside when the explosion happened. Amid the circle depicting the zones of devastation, one stark red marker pulsated with disconcerting energy. It lay within the severe heat zone. Its constant glow commanded my immediate attention.
"Johan," I ventured, pointing at the glaring red marker that almost seemed to taunt us, "That red marker there is your home, is it not?"
His eyes shifted from the barren road to the display, taking in the red beacon that represented his home. "Yeah…" He let out a sigh, heavy with desolation within the confines of the vehicle. "I wonder what's left of that house now."
As we drew nearer to the affected area, I steeled myself for the scenes of destruction. However, the buildings seemed to have withstood the assault better than I expected. Of course, we could see the scars of the attack, the shockwave shattered windows and some structures had superficial cracks. A general sense of disarray permeated our surroundings, but the core structures stood against the odds.
Cities and towns dotting the outskirts of the Greater Jakarta Province had been retrofitted with camps to accommodate the droves of displaced people emerging from the ruins of the once-thriving metropolis. In recent days, the tide has started to turn. Able-bodied survivors moved back towards their shattered homes, driven by the urge to reclaim and restore what they could salvage from the debris.
Our journey led us to the city of Purwakarta, a place I remembered from a past excursion with Johan. We had once visited the city's reservoir, taking in the tranquil beauty of the idyllic landscape. The city has changed now. A bustling hive of activity transformed the city as it took refuge for those fleeing the destruction.
Because of the scale of the destruction, we didn't have a single "camp" as we had for the gojids. The refugee districts were divided into Sectors. We pulled into sector twelve as the midday sun reached its zenith, casting almost no shadow on the ground. Prefabricated buildings of varying sizes formed an ordered chaos across the city's outskirts.
Everywhere we looked, people occupied themselves in a frenzy of activity. Here, soldiers oversaw the transport of food and materials. There, health workers moved to check from the habitation unit to the habitation unit. Engineers collaborate with helper and builder drones to perform maintenance and construction. All around, people took on roles they never imagined they would, united by the common goal of survival and restoration.
Despite the dire circumstances, the humans put on determined faces. Humans made the majority of camp inhabitants, but I spotted two arxurs here, their imposing presence always accompanied by a human minder. Both of them shot a look in disgust at Tresn, while humans looked at the defector with an equal part of concern and curiosity.
Elangkasa led us through the camp. First, we passed the engineering quarter where my human and the siblings parted from us. Another trip led us to the medical complex, where we saw medical personnel moving with well-practiced efficiency to care for the injured. A conglomeration of tents and prefabricated buildings all bearing the red crystal symbol made up the hospital. The bustle here felt different, it had an undercurrent of urgency threaded through the ordered chaos.
At the entrance of the hospital's administration building a zurulian had waited for us. Her short stature did not deter us. Upon noticing us, however, her expression turned sour.
"I have a feeling I'm not supposed to be here." Said Tresn. "Maybe... I can get to the habitation unit?"
"You need some help with physiotherapy. Can you bring him there, Elangkasa?" said Bolad.
"Yeah, take that to a human health worker. I'm not going to treat it." The zurulian said with a huff.
"I am Bolad, and this is Vani." The gojid introduced ourselves.
"I'm Rawan, the medical Coordinator for Sector Twelve, Shift Two."
My stomach rumbled, a reminder that it was midday, mealtime according to Earth's cycle.
Sensing my discomfort, Rawan commented. "Hungry already? Well, we are on a lunch break right now. Follow me," leading us away from the hospital administration.
According to the map, there exist two dining areas, located far from each other. The one Rawan brought us to, served plant-based meals for species with a herbivorous diet, the other was where arxurs and their human minders feast.
Stepping into the hall felt comforting. It felt as if an invisible barrier dampened the harsh sounds of the bustling camp outside, replaced by the familiar din of a busy dining hall. Members of Federation species, like us, gathered here. I saw zurulians, colleagues of Dr. Rawan, along with several gojids who had responded to the call for assistance in the rescue, relief, and rebuilding efforts.
The dining procedure here was not like what we had at the camp. Instead of autonomous carts coming around to deliver our meals, we had to stand in line. Humans manned the serving counters, dishing out meals onto trays as we moved along. The menu today consists of a stir-fried noodle and rice combination, named "Nasi Mawut".
After getting our portions, we selected an empty table, the tantalizing taste in the air from our tray deepened my hunger and anticipation. We set down our trays, and with a collective eagerness, took our seats.
"To be honest," Rawan began, her gaze sweeping over the crowded dining hall before returning to her meal, "This is often the highlight of my day here." She gestured towards her plate and scoffed, "Imagine that, I, a zurulian, looking forward to a predator's meal."
"To be fair," I retorted, "this meal is not prepared from ingredients they acquired from hunting."
Rawan chuckled a high-keening sound that made her sound like she was in distress. "Sometimes," she mused, her eyes thoughtful as she poked at her food, "I do wonder why they feel the need to consume flesh when they can subsist on meals such as these."
Not wanting to engage in a sensitive debate with a superior officer we had just met, I opted for silence, focusing instead on the pleasant taste of the Nasi Mawut before us.
A voice broke the quiet chatter around us. A gojid, appearing youthful by their standards, made his way toward our table with a casual gait. A broad smile adorned his face as he acknowledged us. "Hey, doctors! Fancy seeing you here again."
"Greetings," Bolad replied with a courteous nod. "I hope the presence of arxurs has not caused you undue distress?"
I looked at the gojid's hip and saw a familiar scar. I recognized him as the one gored by the sheep back at the camp.
A robust laugh escaped from the gojid, his face brightening up. He waved off Bolad's concerns, "No worries, Doc. We've got a human minder assigned to us to keep those predators in check. And we also have a buddy system, safety in numbers, you know."
"That is good to hear," Bolad responded. Although my facial annotator had learned a lot about gojids' gestures and expressions, it kept interpreting Bolad's emotion as a blank.
A small device strapped to the gojid's wrist chirped. The gojid glanced at it before looking back up to us with a swift nod. "Ah, duty calls. Well, it was nice chatting with you, Doc!" With that, he swung around, his round figure merging with the crowd as he strode towards the exit.
Once the gojid departed, Rawan, Bolad, and I continued to sit and chat over the remains of our meal. Bolad and I shared stories about our experiences in the gojid camp in Kalimantan. The pervasive sound of a resounding announcement filled the hall, halting our exchange. An impersonal voice echoed from the overhead speakers.
"Shift Two! Your break time will be over in ten minutes. I repeat. Shift Two! Your break time will be over in ten minutes." The forceful announcement marked the conclusion of our pause, a reminder of the tasks that awaited us.
"Well, that's our cue," the medical coordinator announced, getting up from her seat. Her hands reached for her tray but having to maneuver in bipedal mode made the action seem awkward.
"Allow me," I offered, reaching for her tray to assist. "I'll carry it to the collection point."
"Thank you," she responded.
As I made my way to the collection point, Bolad engaged Rawan in a conversation. "How many shifts are there in a day?" he queried.
Rawan turned to Bolad. "We work with a four-shift rotation. The humans initially wanted three, due to their unusual stamina," she explained.
Once we discarded the tray Rawan led us back to the medical complex of Sector Twelve.
"Our main goal here is to offer immediate care to the injured and aid in their recovery." She started when we passed the gate of the medical complex.
Rawan gestured towards a cluster of tents assembled off to the side. A perpetual flurry of activity surrounded them as people carried patients in and out on stretchers. "These are our triage tents," Rawan explained. "New patients are first brought here for evaluation. Depending on the severity of their injuries, they are then dispatched to the appropriate sections for treatment. Bolad, you'll be stationed here. Your expertise in general medicine will be invaluable in assessing patients."
Our tour continued, taking us through the maze of the field hospital. We walked past prefabricated structures, erected with solid synthetic materials.
"These," Rawan proclaimed, her paw sweeping towards the buildings, "are our operating theaters. We haven't been able to install remote surgical facilities. Though, given your preference, that shouldn't be an issue..."
"I do favor direct surgery," I confessed, revealing a bit of my past.
Rawan halted, her sharp gaze taking both of us in. Her snout was positioned between Bolad and me looking at us from her peripheral vision. "I've reviewed both of your files," she said, focusing her attention on me. "I've worked with your kind before. You have your use in times and places like this."
Neither Bolad nor I questioned her use of the term "your kind", but we all know what she implied here.
"Now, it's time for you to report to your stations," Rawan instructed us, her tone leaving no room for debate. "The human health workers already in the field will brief you on the specific protocols we've established here."
The moment I crossed the threshold into the operating theater, I was confronted with an open fracture. The sterile operating rooms of the past, where I donned a vacuum suit to prevent my fur from contaminating the environment, seemed a world away. Here, a disposable robe was all that separated me from my patient. I plunged into hours of repairing human bodies, and I feel more useful than I had ever felt before. As valuable as my previous role of determining causes of death was, I feel a satisfying gratification in saving lives.
As I immersed myself in the demanding tasks of the medical field, my mind sometimes drifted toward Bolad. While my duties were straightforward, applying proven techniques and procedures, Bolad grappled with the daunting responsibility of determining the course of our patient's treatment. His role dictated the trajectory of their recovery or, in the worst cases, their demise. The magnitude of such a responsibility could be soul-crushing, and I wished that it did not burden him.
Before I knew it, a new team arrived ready for me to hand over my job to them. The end of our shift brought us to a prefabricated habitation unit, a space similar to our quarters in the camp. Due to spatial constraints, the unit contained three bunk beds instead of the usual row of mattresses.
When Bolad and I arrived at our living quarters, we found Johan, the siblings, and Tresn already present. They all gathered around a table, engrossed in a spirited card game.
"Vani! Bolad!" Johan looked up from his hand of cards, a warm smile spreading across his face. "How was your day?"
Bolad answered before I could. "I had to watch people die."
A stark silence filled the air. Johan's smile faltered as he bit his lip.
"Bolad was assigned to the triage area," I clarified, stepping in to defuse the tension.
"But you can request a rotation if the stress becomes too much," I offered, directing my words at Bolad as I hoisted myself onto an unoccupied chair. "What about you two?" I inquired, shifting the focus onto Johan and his siblings.
"We had to program the drones and-" Johan began, but Cynthio interrupted his explanation.
"They removed all the restrictions," Cynthio said. "We got to work with unrestricted synthetic intelligence! What we had to do felt less like programming and more like... talking with them." The joy and excitement on Cynthio's face were obvious even without my facial annotator.
Tresn placed a card onto the pile in the middle of the table, interjecting a question that caught us off guard. "By the way… how difficult is it to get to Sector Ten?"
"You could walk there if you wanted. Why do you ask?" Johan responded, curious about the sudden interest in another sector.
"There's someone I want to meet," Tresn admitted, a hint of hesitation in his voice.
"Hmm…" Snop considered, tilting her head. "We have about two or three hours before the breaking of the fast. How did you come to know this person?"
"The Internet," Tresn replied.
"Oh…" Snop replied, her face attempting to maintain neutrality and almost failing.
Intrigued by Tresn's unexpected online connection, we decided to accompany him on the short journey to Sector Ten. Leaving our habitation unit, we found ourselves navigating the ad hoc alleyways of Camp Sectors. Humans of all ages hustled past us, their faces a mosaic of determination and sorrow, each one bearing the weight of rebuilding amidst the ruins.
The further we ventured towards Sector Ten, the more conspicuous the increase in the arxurs' presence became. Given their nocturnal tendencies, I surmised that most Arxurs preferred anything but the second shifts.
Upon reaching the main plaza of Sector Ten, Tresn pulled out his pad, fingers dancing over the screen to access a social media site. I saw intensity in his actions, as he engaged in a private chat with a rapid succession of texts. He scanned his surrounding and his instinctive predatory gaze locked onto a specific figure in the bustling crowd, a human who was also looking around. An arxur shadowed him, their movements synchronized as if orchestrated by a shared rhythm.
Tresn wheeled first and we followed him toward the pair, our formation taking on a semi-circular shape around them. The human had close-cropped curly hair and his upper revealed his arm. A band covered his right arm and there was something off about the rest of that limb. The skin looked too smooth.
"Wait…" Snop, ever the observant one, pointed a finger toward the human, her voice laced with recognition. "I think… I know you."
The human responded by pointing back at Snop. "Aren't you Snowpaws?"
She nodded in affirmation. "Yeah, and you're… Jagomerah?"
A smile of confirmation danced on the human's lips. "Yeah."
Johan, who had been watching the interaction unfold, broke into a musing grin, "Jagomerah… that has to be a screen name," he remarked, shifting his gaze toward Tresn.
"Tresn," Johan began, an amused undertone in his voice, "You have been chatting with furries haven't you?"
"Scallies." Both Snop and Jagomerah corrected.