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Hi everyone, this is my first time posting here and was looking for recommendations / help with brewing Myrkul, Lord of Bones. I’m looking to turn planeswalkers into creatures so that when they die, Myrkul brings them back as an enchantment with their abilities. I’ve used a few tutors since it can rely on Luxior / Spark Rupture to turn the planeswalkers into creatures, as well as some Manifest effects with the same goal.
Since I’ve only theory crafted this deck I’m putting it out there to see if there’s anything major I’m forgetting or in case there’s some cool tech cards I should consider!

After selling my business in 2021 I decided to take up day trading crypto full time. It was clear to me that technical skills are 20% and psychology is 80% of the day trading game. For 9 months I was studying and trading for a total of 15 hours per day. Went absolute psycho on my regiment. Being of a scientific mindset I studied my personal behavior as that of a lab rat. Some experiments involved collecting a lot of data. In one I was writing every single emotion and through I had for 5 days of trading and then analyzing the data to come up with more and more strategies. My eventual regiment consisted of an outloud read of 15 slide presentation with priming text setting the thinking patterns right, and combining it with 6 meditations per day. There were additional things I did during the trade but perhaps that would be too much for a single post.
My PnL looked like the following. I was losing money for the first 2 months in a downsloping curve. Then I stabilized for 3-4 months neither making nor losing. And for the remaining months I began upward sloping making 5-7% monthly. I continued to apply first principles thinking on everything and arrived at a lot of processed data, not only psychology but the market behavior as well.
At one point I noticed that I could quantify the components of a multi day or a multi hour breakout pattern. When you can quantify something and collect data there is always a prediction algorithm waiting to be written. That is exactly what I did. Collected the data on over 300 breakouts and wrote a small program attempting to predict the outcome of a breakout pattern. Is it going to break the prior high? or is it going to downward slope and die? After battle testing the algorithm in my trading I realized that it beat me like a 10 year old beats a 5 year old. It knew better than I did. I was even frustrated. 9 months of price watching and a thing I wrote in 3 weeks can do better? Great.
This marked the moment where I realized that a robot 🤖 is just better. The reason we do not have BNF level trading bots, or Grittani level trading bots, or Paul Tudor Jones level trading bots is the following - humans are great at pattern recognition and yet suck at trade management [emotions] and robots suck at pattern recognition but are excellent at trade management [hard coded]. So in order for us to have a trading bot that outperforms the best humans in trading we ought to have a bot that can pattern recognize better or at least on par with a human and the hard coded trade management will do the rest.
I don’t remember the next 3 months very well because I fell into a limbo of obsessive machine learning paper reading and training the predictor models for BTC/USDT pair. It was just daily failure and and expensive electricity bills. I collected computers from everyone in the family and wrote code to train different DNNs and tree based machine learning models 24/7 in hopes of finding an architecture that would work. By the way, most papers you can find on google scholar are absolute BS, they are not generalizing results on unseen market. Tried it, done it, does not work.
So yeah, nothing worked, algorithms sucked. It appears that writing an AI to predict the market is very difficult. At one point it seemed impossible. I was ready to leave the project be, but I gave myself a week before I would do that. By some f***ing miracle just when I was ready to hang the towel I arrived at the architecture that showed promise. And it got better, and better, and better and even better. Long story short 2 months after that I had a ready fully automated crypto trading bot that showed good results on the simulator. I stress test the system by giving it the hardest period to trade on, namely the BTC bear market. In my opinion the hardest test the system could do is try to trade only longs on a BTC bear market while it was diving 78% down and trying to make money.Only the models which pass this test are considered for further screening and optimization. I do not want to arrive at a random chance scenario here, the more challenging the testing conditions the more likely results will continue to generalize.
I launched it with real money and in 2 months it made 55% on my capital. It is trading BTC/USDT pair with x5 leverage. Trades only longs for now. Based on machine learning brains and hard coded trade management taking best practices from top traders. The machine is built to self reeducate periodically taking in new available data and learning from past behavior. Best thing about it is that it requires close to no supervision, I do look at how it is doing from time to time and whether the web connection had no flaws. But yeah. It works.
Already building the second more advanced version. Thinking of most likely turning it into a company as I want to load this one with as much cash as I possibly can.
I did not expect to arrive at this. I thought I will just be hand trading. But hey, life gave me this chance and this technology. Going to follow that and continue to innovate on the bot. AI truly is powerful
Thank you for completing this long read. Cheers!

I mean.. i know that's useless since you're already in rank 10 but i love to have immersion and onestly it sounds pretty weird to get in a relationship and never go out with your gf.
-What do you think?
I would like to have some dates but at the same time I don't want to "waste" time when i could do other social links. I don't want to be super efficient, i just want to play and have fun.
Oh, other question.. im super undecided between takemi,makoto and kasumi.
Im in rank 8 with takemi and I love her social link, while makoto looks like the best choice for me (and joker imo) but her social link is pretty boring.. i loved the first rank just going out and have some fun and help her to be herself; but i hate that most of her social link (afaik since I'm just rank 5 with her) is related to her stupid friend that i don't give a damn about. I also died inside when she told me that i look like a loser 💀 (i hadn't enough charm)
Kasumi looks like a good choice but I know that her romance is very very late, and i would miss pretty much all the special events.
No spoiler on social links please, just opinion.
Btw sorry for my broken english, it's not my main language

ROTC makes it clear that when you sign on and they fund you for college, you owe them active or semi-active time. He knew he put in that time, even though war had only been a rumor. Worse, when you have talent, the military sees it and diverts you there. He showed promise as a pilot, so they put him in the simulator. Then sent him to flight school. Talisman wasn’t gunning to be a test pilot or higher fighting school. Not like his wingleader in flight school. Marcus was a decent guy, a career fighter pilot. He deserved the better hardware, he was dedicated to service. Well, so was Talisman…though he thought more of service beyond that of a soldier. Maybe an astronaut? But one’s personality and hopes must be weighted against things that happen in the real world, and Talisman’s wake-up call was a sound: 

BOOM.

It wasn’t a sonic boom…not like a whip-crack pitched down from the mass of a fighter jet being orders of magnitude more massive than the stringy tip of the whip, harnessing the inherent mass and acceleration to power past the sound barrier. No. Talisman had known that sound in the times he flew live rounds on a firing range. Something exploded. Talisman looked up instinctively…his first action was somewhere between primal reflex and trained response. It was a simple sentence… “What the hell was that?!” Talisman ran on the drills. The base wasn’t under attack, but Gracemerian territory was. Reluctant or not, he had a job to do…except… Too many pilots, not enough aircraft. The order came down from the commanding officer. Talisman knew the callsign “Ghost Eye,” and went right to the lead mechanic, who asked him one question. “Can you read Estovakian?” Odd question. It did stir up some memories, but… “Read it, write it, speak it. Why…” “Ghost Eye’s cleared you for Nos.” Apparently, “Nos” was salvage…expertly restored salvage. Estovakia lost a prototype fighter, experiments on a shoestring from their lingering aerospace developement…lingering, after massive asteroid fragments hit Estovakia like a planet-scale claymore mine. Well, Emmeria has some awesome engineers. The intel officer (mechanic) read Talisman in on enough info. They pieced together the wreckage and rebuilt the original…and made it flightworthy. It passed all the tests, and it was ready for reproduction. So they told Talisman after he zipped into the flight suit…that seemed a little heavier than even the advanced G-support used for the Raptor. Talisman looked in disbelief at the machine in front of him, a spear of…titanium reinforced carbon fiber, arachnocomposite (spider-silk weave in rigid epoxy), aluminum, and…insanity. The ordinance techs were maneuvering BRICKS onto its ordinance stations. Bricks. Slabs. Slabs with lots of tubes set flush into the surface. “This thing flies?” He knew it was a stupid question…he’d read up on earlier aircraft with stranger configurations. “It’s flown to the nth degree around four test pilots. You’ve flown the Raptor?” “I did…I’m Navy, though, the Raptor is Air force…” “This bird is as unforgiving for recklessness, that’s why your G-suit is overbuilt. I read your file, and if Ghost Eye says you’re good to drive Nos, I’ll buy it. She’s more stable than she looks, but she’s also VERY nimble. And that SP weapon we’re loading in…” Talisman looked again at the slabs. “Yeah?” “Use them carefully, we don’t have too many rounds in this arsenal.” A reserve pilot going in to war. Talisman felt like he was cannon fodder, never mind that the Squadron commander, Ghost Eye himself, endorsed him to drive a piece of reconstructed and tested machinery salvaged and rebuilt from a crashed original. ‘Still,’ he thought, ‘it works.’ Indeed it did. The cockpit seemed salvaged from some of the original instruments, yet his fluency was enough to interpret the non-Gracemerian labels. The engine startup was the same, the avionics, nav, and tactical were Gracemerian standard, yet the readouts ran so fluidly with the existing hardware, it was more refined than a kludge. It was a testament to the discipline of the Gracemerian pilots that there was nary an interruption at the sight of the odd airframe. It had clear Gracemerian military markings, and the bird emblem of his reserve unit…a mythical firebird from the faith of the first…and only monarch Gracemeria had, the Garuda. ‘Not going to die here…’ Talisman thought to himself. Self-rhetoric, something to keep him from panicking…he hadn’t, but…he was only human. He just knew how to fly the machines he was ordered to learn to fly. Yeah, he was more intelligent than “just following orders,” and he held his shit together. But whatever made him good enough that Ghost Eye would give him code-word clearance to put his ass in this machine…still, a comfortable cockpit, controls on each side so he didn’t need to move around so much… “THEY TOOK OUT KING’S BRIDGE!” Comm chatter, but important chatter. Crap. King’s bridge…he drove over that this morning on his way to the airbase. Talisman settled the nose of his blue-gray spear on the centerline of the runway. ‘I’m lead. How the hell am I even on lead for takeoff?’ The tower gave clearance: “Just do what you always do!” ‘Right,’ he thought. ‘Okay…do what I always do.’ Talisman ran the controls…kick the pedals left and right, run the stick through all the axes. Runway takeoff, so flaps to first setting, hook up, launch bar up…that gave him a measure of familiarity, this was a CATOBAR aircraft, one that needed to be tough just to land. Anti-skid on. Hold the brakes and open the throttle, and as the engines go wet… Nos didn’t have all-original hardware, but the Khesedi afterburning turbofans were more than adequate to the task, with a butter-smooth transition to wet thrust that Talisman almost missed before releasing the brakes. Nos wasn’t being thrown into flight from a carrier, but she seemed to want to pretend. The airframe was tight, and she held the centerline. The fly-by-wire transmitted every flutter back through the controls, so when Talisman felt the tiny nudge from the undercarraige that the wings were grabbing wind…he eased back on the stick. ‘Just do what I always do?’ He took a few breaths on the O2 feed. ‘I haven’t been to war before.’ Not many pilots had until that day. For many of the angels, it was the first dance. 

I(f 14) want to leave my family, specifically my mother. I love her more than anything but the way she treats me is just making me go crazy. I am overweight and my mother has never stopped calling me names, its always something like fatty or pig. I suffer from depression and my mom has never taken it seriously, its always the same "youre just spoiled" "other kids have it worse" "how do you think the kids in our home country are feeling" "we feed you, give you a bed and a roof to live under, what more do you want?". Ive tried to talk to my mother about my problems but she never takes them serious and just laughs or starts screaming at me for being spoiled. When i showed my mom my sh scars because i thought she would help me she went around and told all my family members, who ended up making fun of me. I suffer from a binge eating disorder and i know that i could die if i keep going like this, i want to seek Professional help really bad but my mother doesnt let me, she said therapy is not a real thing and it would ruin our family's image. My mother has 8 children, 5 of them are only my half siblings (same mother but different fathers) one of these siblings (m, 34) came to us from our homecountry and lives with us, he doesnt have a job nor does he have money, he takes everything from my mom. He is an alcoholic and drinks several times a day. He hates me. And i hate him. He constantly bullies me by saying things like "youre so god damn ugly" " i hope you die from food Poisoning" "i hope you get cancer and die you fucking bitch" "go kill yourself you mentally ill bitch" and so on. Sometimes when he drinks and sees me his anger towards me overcomes him and he starts beating me. And my mother? She doesnt do anything. There was this one time where he was drunk and started pulling my hair and slapping me and Throwing me on the floor. My mother was sitting right next to us. She didnt do anything. She didnt say anything to him, or asked me if i was okay or not. Afterwards she even told me that it was my fault for teasing him when i was litteraly just walking around the house. This is the reason why i am scared of drunk people, when i see a bottle of vodka, whiskey or any type of alcoholic drink i rethink about the things he has done to me and i get a panic attack. My mother sometimes Tells me things like "go kill yourself" or "i wish you were a boy, youre no use as a girl" when i asked my mother why she's treating me like this she said that its normal and every parent tells that their child. Ive tried alot to make my mother proud but she never acknowleged me. I told her i wanted to study abroad when i'm 18 she told me no because she wants me to take care of her until she dies. You see, my mother isnt the youngest, she's born in 1964 and is now 59 years old. But what has she done for me that was so amazing that i have to throw away my dreams to take care of her? What am i gonna do after she dies? No job. No money. No nothing. My dad on the other hand is the complete opposite. He has never said anything that hurts my feelings and tells me everyday how proud he is of me and that he loves me more than anything in this world. My parents are divorced and they hate eachother more than anything. I really want to live with my dad but my mother doesnt let me. I keep seeing people online saying that your mother is the best human on earth and that you should take care of her anytime. I feel bad for wanting to leave her. Am i in the wrong?
Btw: i'm from germany and english is not my first language so i am very sorry if there are any spelling mistakes.

I'm at a total loss now. It has been 3 months since my world fell apart. I have come to the conclusion that my ex is a covert narcissist. We had been together 11 years, were sleeping together until February this year and now he is living in our family home and has moved his new gf in. I worry I am a narcissist all the time.
When I (35, F) first met him (34, M), he love bombed me. He came back to my house one night and didn't leave. He told me he was in love with me not even 2 months in. Proposed after 5 months. Bought myself and my friends presents. I thought I was so lucky, he loved me so much, he put me up on such a pedestal. I used to joke that one day the love bubble for him would pop when he realised I was not perfect like he thought I was. I grew up with an abusive and absent father and my mother died when I was 11. He had a great big family that I was so desperate to be a part of.
I made many mistakes, I didn't trust how much 'he loved me' and at the beginning was still interested in someone else. He told me he would leave me if I didn't go and get some help. I have PTSD, anxiety and depression, amongst other things. I don't remember when it started, but I felt disconnected from him emotionally. I couldn't talk to him and he would often refuse to talk about issues we had. Instead encouraged me constantly to go to therapy, not to talk about our issues, but to deal with my trauma that was 'ruining the relationship'. I sought solace in a friend at work and formed an inappropriate emotional bond with him. I admitted this to my partner, who said he forgave me and we moved past it.
We looked and booked so many places for weddings, but they never eventuated. His mother was horrible to me, called me a gold digger and said I made no contribution to society because I wasn't keeping down a steady job. This caused a massive fall out, where I refused to speak to her or see her. He eventually convinced me that I had to go and make peace with her to calm the situation down and 'this is just what she is like'.
I got pregnant 4 years after we got together. I suffered a very traumatic pregnancy and had horrible pre and post natal depression. Ex did not come to many appointments and I was frequently in hospital. Both my sister and father moved in at different stages when I had a newborn because my partner was working all the time and rarely helped.
His mother and step father gave us a deposit for a house, on the proviso we moved to their suburb. MIL started being nice to me again, I guess because I gave her a grandchild. I had no say in the house chosen, partner and inlaws made the decision together.
Partner decided to leave his place of work and start a new business shortly after. He did not ask me what I thought about it, he and the inlaws decided it was the best thing. I had a 6 month old and post natal depression. We moved into the new house, which we did a little work on. I started wanting to leave him, he was never home or helpful and we would fight constantly. He started criticising me 'as a joke' constantly. I felt like nothing I did was good enough for him. But I was terrified of not having this family we had created or be alone. I did all the admin for his business for 4 years. The problems continued, 2.5 years later I got pregnant again. I felt his total lack on interest in this pregnancy. Again, I was on hospital frequently, towing a 2.5 year old along with me. I was admitted due to horrible pains, my friend took me to the hospital as partner was going to his brothers bachelor party. I had gallstones, but could not be operated on due to being too far along in the pregnancy. He then went overseas for the wedding for 4 days while I stayed home with a high risk pregnancy and toddler.
We fought more, then covid happened. At first it seemed ok. Then he started smoking weed again, listening to podcasts, refusing to get vaccinated, which put our home at jeopardy. He would rant and scream about the lockdowns and the rest of it. Eventually he got the vaccines and now says he is 'vaccine injured.'
After covid, I left him, I couldn't handle it anymore. I then found out I had a brain condition called IIH. We decided to stay together until we knew what was going on. He was completely absent from our lives. I was studying, working, raising two children, both who are neurodivergent. The house fell apart. I couldn't clean anymore. My dogs destroyed the floors, my children and I stayed in our bedrooms. I was horrible depressed and couldn't do anymore than I already was. He saw us for maybe an hour or so every night? Started working more on weekends, smoking more weed and was very aggressive.
Last year in July, I called an end to it. I said I wanted to move into a rental, he said it wasn't fair that he was left with a house that was falling apart. I stayed at the house with the children and he moved to his mums house 5 mins away. We continued to sleep together and do things as a family. We made a deal that I would see a therapist, he would see a therapist and then we would see one together. At the end of it, we would decide whether we would stay together or not. From July to February this year, I made it clear to him that I loved him desperately and wanted to stay together. We continued to have sex, he said he was 'helping me out'. I thought it meant we still had a future. I worked on all the things he asked for. I was much more attentive, physically, emotionally and sexually.
In January his attitude towards me changed dramatically. His parents decided to move to a different state and sell their house. He suddenly started hanging out with a female friend that had been overseas for a long time. I asked him about it and was told 'she is gay and lime a sister to me.' We had agreed to fix the house together and then decide what to do with it. He was living at his parents at this time. He said I should move out to a rental with the boys, he would move back into the house and fix it up. I found a rental and signed the lease the next day. He helped me move everything in. He was oh so nice. Then he stopped talking to me. He stopped seeing the children. Every second weekend he would take them, and they would spend the entire time with his new 'friend as well'.
I have now lost track of what happened in what month because it was so traumatising. But since then he took my elderly dog to the vet, who was still living at out family home, told them that I had abandoned the dog at his home and they should put it down. I found this out when the council called me and told me my dog was at the pound. He told me I should give him the house because I have done nothing to deserve it, and in return he will give me the car. A car that I use everyday to take my kids to school and appointments. This caused massive amounts of friction between us. He would call me unstable, said that he couldn't be around me when I was projecting such negativity. At the same time, he was taking his new 'friend' to all his friends and family events. When I left the family home, I left it in a hurry and in a mess. I hadn't been able to get back to the house to sort it out because I had the kids 24/7. So he took his mum and stepdad there, told them I had destroyed this house and it was all my fault. They hated me again. Cut me off, I wasn't allowed at their house anymore. Told people I was an evil bitch. He and his parents then told everyone their side of the story, and I effectively lost all my (his) extended family.
8 weeks ago, his mum and stepdad left for another state. Shortly before this, he confessed he was in a relationship with his 'friend'. We had recently had a discussion about not inteoducing the childten to any partners for at least 3 months. She spent every weekend with them. I don't know how long this had been going on for. He told me if I didn't give him the house, he would move in with her. 2 weeks after being together, they moved into our family home and 'fell in love'.
He refuses to see his children apart from every second weekend. He pays a certain amount of child support, but not as much as he should be paying. He doesn't come to any appointments for the children and brings his new gf whenever he drops off the children or picks them up. My eldest has been diagnosed with autism and ADHD. Ex refuses to give him medication when child is with him.
I am struggling so much with money because I signed a lease, stupidly, on a house that I couldn't really afford, but believed him when he said he would pay part. There are weeks where he earns $4000. We had a fight about him taking the children away and not telling me where. My lawyer told me that wasn't ok, I passed the message onto him. So he took it upon himself to show up at my lawyers office and demand to speak to them. Efforts at legal and mediations have been refused by him. He would vaguely threaten me by saying I would regret it and I had no idea how bad it would get if I did.
I can't catch my breath. I feel like curling up into a ball and not getting up. I worry that I am the narcissist because I would get so angry at him, call him names, was terrible with our finances. I have no strength left to fight anymore. I am hesrt broken, terrified and have no support. I feel like I am on the verge of a total emotional breakdown.
If you have any words of wisdom, any advice, anything that will help, please share with me. Am I a narcissist?
I'm so sorry this is so long.

OK before you flame, HoB is actually really good, the combo changes slightly because you have to get the Water enchant to root ppl in place after you EQW(different Enchant) 3xAAQ is the TLDr the most basic Combo that's pretty fullproof and it does more damage than Electrocute and First Strike. That's from beginning to end, I was pretty shocked when I saw the number difference and all the nerfs have really destroyed her ability to just burst via abilities and im sure all of us have felt it.
What riot did (it appears to me anyways) was they moved more damage into her Empowered Autos when they took away ability damage, this was what they kinda did consistently so basically kinda of a more on demand Irelia sorta thing.
Anyways the Build!
I HAVE RAN THE NUMBERS btw so don't doubt, just enjoy and get carried
Really simplistic, similar to what you may already be use to but some differences!
1) Stridebreaker
2) Lucidity Boots OR Swifty Boots
3) Serylda's Grudge
4) Manamune
5) Black Cleaver
6) Collector
primary runes
HoB, SI, Eyeballs, TH
secondary runes
pom, last stand (or honestly whatever you want, idc)
The numbers say that this will give you the best early game, the biggest 1 item spike and you will steadily have high item spikes which is always kinda what I am for in my builds. It's a Bruiser Hybrid obviously and familiar things but numbers look really good, just about gettin those Empowered Autos off early tbh, there is a LOT of hidden damage in those Autos, so much more than you probably could imagine!
If I told you that you are missing out on about 50%+ Damage by not using Auto Attacks would you believe me? Well that's about how much you are missing out on when you do a Combo without HoB and using her eAA's! Lv 3 specifically is about 30%, lv 6 50% and it just gets bigger after that, lv 11 was like 65% or something ridiculous but ofc we ASSUME ppl would die in a full combo by then right? Well even if you used 1 or 2 eAA's you would ensure the kill even if you weren't fed! That's what I'm aiming to correct here.
This is simple, clean and effective, don't like it? Don't care! This is the way to build and play her and if you don't like it blame Riot, not me.
The Damage compared from building full glass and this (assuming you weren't gonna auto) is a variance of about 70-90, that's right, +/- 70-90 FROM items specifically so you could even run this with Electro or FS (but those runes are shit, don't run them!), so you are getting MORE utility and HP while trading minimal Damage! BUT you get HOB (each eAA is basically like an Electrocute proc is how you should look at this) as well and because you have Stridebreaker AND SG! That means even if you don't get a Water Enchant you still can get the procs off with your items so you become less reliant on the Water enchant which was my goal for comfort and ease of playability.
This is the Meta Riot has made for us; I get that some ppl may whine about HoB but dood, Electrocute and FS suck big fat dick compared to it, go try for yourself if you don't believe me, LV 3 all in with Hob is just better and at almost all stages of the game HoB is better, even if you just got ONE auto in you would be doing more damage than Electrocute which essentially is just a WEAKER empowered AA, that's how much damage you gain from HoB when you look at it that way.
How much am I exaggerating? not much believe it or not, I maybe putting some spin on this but the numbers say Electrocute and FS are shit, flat out there's no reason to be touching those runes as Qiyana as long as she has a shit ton of damage in her Passive W.
Hey if you like that playstyle of Electrocute or FS and you enjoy playing a suboptimal damage build just because of habit, OK! I'm not gonna twist your arm on this other than this big wall of text I just wrote out.
IF You are using Electrocute or FS you are playing sub-optimally, IF you aren't playing this build you are building suboptimally or pretty dam close to being suboptimal anyways. If you just like playing suboptimal than hey go for it, idc really this is just me contributing as best I can and staying ahead of curve.
Obviously the new combo's have Stridebreaker and hey did i mention that item has a 15 sec cd? reduced by haste as well! You're welcome

Thanks to "Sithking Zero" on the NoP Discord for editing help.
Memory transcription subject: Tellek , Farmer
Date [standardized human time]: January 19th, 2137
Has it really come to this, am I really this desperate?
I was, for all intents and purposes, broke. The last harvest had been terrible, in addition to the one before that, which was practically a deathblow for my new farmstead. The debts and missed payments had started to pile up, and I was one more bad harvest away from going completely bankrupt.
Like so many farmers before me, I was becoming another victim of the 5 harvest curse.
I told you that starting a new farm was a bad idea.
What was I supposed to do, brain, keep working in the office until I died?
I sat on my chair, surrounded by other farmers who were presumably in similar states of desperation, the room we were in akin to the schoolrooms I had been in as a pup; a desk and whiteboard up front sitting in front of the rows of chairs. Most of the twenty or so figures around me were fellow Venlil, except for a handful of Gojid and even a single Yotul who was sitting in the back, all of us awaiting the start of the ‘lesson’.
They claimed they had a solution to our problem, that they knew how to increase our yields. How could a predator know how to fix our farming issues?.
Human. Human Human Human Human. Not a predator.
Yes yes I know, I’m trying to be better about that.
I stopped my train of thought and corrected myself. Ever since the revelations about many of our allies being former predators, I had been making an effort to stop thinking of the world in terms of predator and prey. It was difficult at times, but given that I was working against a lifetimes worth of lies, I thought I was making good progress..
But even if “Predator” wasn’t the curse it used to be, how could a human claim to know how to fix our farming issues? Even if we ignored the differences between our diets, for all their advantages, humans were still far below our technological advancements.
Almost on cue, the door to the room opened up, and the figure of the human who had invited us here entered with an enthusiastic bounce, caring two large cases covered with black cloth
Unlike most, this human was unmasked, its piercing eyes and beaming teeth filled smile visible for all to see. I could feel the room start to fill with panic. Sure, logically I knew I was probably safe, but seeing the unmasked features of an apex predator caused fear to grip the edge of my heart.
I could proudly say I can walk past and interact with masked humans without wanting to flee anymore, but seeing those forward-facing eyes boring a hole into my soul was another task altogether.
Come on, you should be better than this.
I’m trying, ok!
"Hello everyone. My name is Joseph. I'm an ecology student, and I'm here to provide a solution to your farming yields." The human spoke with an unbridled joy, seeming to wait a moment while our translators attempted to explain what Ecology was, stopping half way through and seemingly giving up.
“You might be wondering why I’m unmasked, well we’re going to be covering a lot of ‘predatory’ concepts today, so if you can’t handle this? We’re gonna have bigger problems.” Joseph took a moment to broadly gesture to himself, leaving a feeling of dread to start in the pit of my stomach.
If this was just the start, what exactly was going to happen here?
Silence! Wait and see, knowing humans it’s probably interesting at the very least.
“I’ve finally been given authorization to start a trial of this program. Both the UN and Venlil governments are very interested in increasing food supply for both our people. As you might know we’re kinda at war, and logistics wins wars.”
The human paused for a moment, a shiver running around most of the room as he gave a large beaming smile.
“So to start: paws, claws, or tails up if you know about the ‘5 harvest curse.’”
The room immediately was filled with Federation species all raising their prospective limbs in affirmation. Of course we all knew what it was, that was why most of us were here.
How would the human know about that?
Basic research, simple reading, asking literally any farmer?
“Fantastic! I’m still going to explain it so we’re all on the same page. The ‘5 harvest curse’ is a phenomenon where new farms on Venlil prime often fail within the first five harvests. On a side note, the coincidental fact that five has a religious contention in Venlil culture is neat.”
I could feel an annoyance start to course through me, that the affliction currently driving me to destitution was being described as ‘neat’ by the callous predator. I mean human.
Stupid human.
Joseph either didn’t pick up or ignored my annoyance as he pressed a button, a graph appearing on the whiteboard showing expected yields over time, continuing on in his seemingly endless enthusiasm.
“So in general the five harvest curse follows a standard pattern of yields, with the first two harvests being up to 52% larger than even more established farms, plummeting after that until the business is non-viable and collapses. Officially the reason for this is unknown, with some vague religious stupidity about new farms being too far away from the center of the habitable strip.”
This was nothing new to me, I remembered feeling the joy of the sheer output from my first harvest, of wondering if I could finally make something of myself, a joy that had been whittled down as my last two harvests had been pitiful.
“However there’s an interesting thing, if you also plot the number of predator sightings during this time against the yields, you can see a direct correlation between number of predators and the success of each harvest.”
Wait, what? Is this human trying to say that predators… increase harvest? That can’t be right, that can’t be right at all. That would be insanity.
The data is literally there in front of you.
Yet it was there on the screen, a second graph had appeared on the whiteboard, tracking predator sightings over time in each of the farms afflicted by the curse.
“This tracks with most farms' general lifecycle. You buy a plot of untamed land on the edge of the habitable zone but you don’t have enough money to go full anti-predator. As the harvests come in you end up spending more and inadvertently messing it up.”
This caused a small amount of murmuring and energetic rejection by myself and the other members of the room, wiping away the previous undercurrent of fear. It was insanity, it went against everything I had ever known or been taught about farming and how the world worked. How could a predator of all things be beneficial?
Didn’t the introduction of humans also go against everything I had ever known or been taught about?
“If this effect is so obvious, how has nobody found this before?”
The sound of a Venlil challenging Joseph was greeted by murmurs of agreement from the group, causing the human to give a different kind of smile. Not a smile of joy or excitement as had been seen before, but the smile of someone who had something for this.
“Because you have. 150 years ago, a Venlil named Slavek wrote a paper regarding this. 119 years ago, Vicktal did the same. As well as Traval, Stralan, and Vilkin in between then and now. Those are just the ones I’ve found. Who can guess what happened to them?”
There was a pause, before the uplift in the back spoke up for the first time, a surety in the Yotul’s voice.
“They were diagnosed with predator disease.”
Joseph pointed at the Yotul in the back with both hands, the joy radiating from him.
“Based Space Kangaroo gets 10 points for being correct! Yep the federation has been actively suppressing anything that suggests that predators are more than some kind of eldritch evil, that and your surprising lack of hydroponics causes most planets to be dependent on the core worlds for food imports. Probably by design for control.”
Wait… that’s a good point, why aren’t we using hydroponics?
The human took a moment to switch to the next slide, showing a simple three part cycle.
“Most healthy ecological systems are made up of three parts: Plants, which are eaten by herbivores, which are in turn eaten by carnivores. In reality actual systems are far more complex than these, but as a basic understanding this will suffice. These three parts keep each other in check, each part dependent on the other, which-”
“Are you trying to say that predator attacks are a good thing? Are you suffering from predator disease?! ”
The Venlil interrupted once again to more murmured agreement, causing Joseph to give a sigh of clear annoyance in response. I wished the Venlil would shut up and just let the human talk.
“No, I’m not suggesting we airdrop a bunch of Nissa into the Capital, I'm explaining how natural systems work. Sapience obviously breaks this cycle, which if you deviate too far, you end up with something called trophic cascade."
The human seemed to wait a moment for the translator to once again fail to explain the meaning of the phrase.
I wonder how many basic concepts the federation lacks words for…
"Rather simply, the removal of one of these pieces has wider effects, reducing biodiversity and in many cases causing a complete ecological collapse. An example of this is the dust bowl effect, something the federation is well acquainted with."
There was a moment before the whiteboard changed before showing pictures of desolate barren worlds. Without any explanation I knew exactly what I was looking at. It was one of the… lesser talked about aspects of the federation.
"The Skivit grand herd are a species who go from planet to planet stripping ecosystems bare, devouring everything down to the smallest sapling. This removes important root systems that act as drainage, causing flooding and deserts to form as new plantlife lacks the structure to grow. In many cases these ecosystems are permanently destroyed, turning once lush planets into lifeless husks”.
I couldn’t help but feel sorrow for those planets. It was well known the impact the Skivit had on planets, once thriving planets of beauty. Although if I was following this human’s logic correctly did that mean…
“Now I’m not suggesting that the Skivit need a predator, that would be immoral.” Joseph cut off the thought I was about to have, seemingly understanding the logical thought many of us had picked up on. “But instead this is a real life example of damage an unchecked herbivore can have on ecosystems. If the Skivit didn’t have FTL travel they would have long ago driven themselves to starvation under their current society. It’s also not the only form of this trophic cascade.”
“Surely this doesn’t just apply to prey? Or are you saying prey are somehow inferior?”
The sound of the Gojid cutting in was filled with an unspoken challenge against the idea, inciting general sounds of agreement from those around him. Surprisingly however, Joseph seemed to respond positively.
“That is entirely correct, an overabundance of carnivorous species can also cause their own issues. Keep in mind what I’m describing here is an extremely simplified version, just the addition or removal of a single species can cause untold damage and harm to the diversity of ecological systems as the impacts are felt in the most seemingly unlikely cases.”
With that the human reached under the desk, taking one of the two covered containers he had brought with him and placing it into view.
“In Venlil Prime’s case, while the impact of Federation thinking has been reduced due to the day and night sides being mostly untouched, you still have the problem of overpopulation of certain species, and a lack of reasonable fear response from certain prey species. This has accumulated into the problem you all face.”
With that he removed the cover, causing a surge of fear to ripple through the participants around me until we all calmed down at what was underneath: A small cage, containing a single red bird busily eating seeds.
All farmer’s arch nemesis.
“This is a Flowerbird, a seed eating avian often coming in solid red, blue, or green. They are adorable, dumb as a sack of bricks and food motivated to a fault. They are also one of the biggest causes of farm yield destruction, with these birds alone being responsible for around about 41% of all losses. If we include Voidpins and other similar wildlife, farms can have up to 94% of their yield destroyed before they even get to harvest.”
Everyone in this room was familiar with the cursed avians. While your average city dweller would enjoy the sight of a flock of Flowerbirds, the farming community knew of them as a blight that devastated crops.
Joseph took a moment to open the cage, reaching inside and grabbing the bird. A small part of me wondered if he was about to devour it in front of us, before I tamped down on such an illogical idea. Of course the humans wouldn’t, we knew they didn’t do that. The Flowerbird also seemed completely unfazed about being in the meaty grasp of a predator, simply continuing to eat.
“Even worse, these things have basically zero fear response to noises and large beasts, probably due to all major predators having been removed. As you can see this specimen doesn’t mind a ‘scary predator’ grabbing it. As long as it has food, it couldn’t care less. This makes pest control tricky, as scaring them away is no longer an option. Poisons would be used in such a case, but they can have wider ranging effects, and poisoning prey is considered ‘Predatory’, not that many of you haven’t tried ‘accidentally’ leaving potential pesticides out.”
This caused a sway of discomfort to sweep through the room, tails switching in guilty movements as everyone tried to hide the truth of this human’s words. I knew I personally had considered such actions in desperation.
I mean, would ‘accidently’ leaving out a known poisonous chemical really be a sign of predator disease?
“Ha! I know enough tail language to know I’m right, that’s guilt isn’t it? I’ve read your internet, I know your discussions on loopholes about what is and isn’t predatory!” Joseph cried out in triumph as many of the Venlil of the room reached out to grab their traitorous appendages. “Now normally I would just tell people to stop being idiots, but in this case we can’t do that. Ironically because predators are actually dangerous. Because of your slaughter the only species left are ones aggressive and smart enough to survive. Shadestalkers are legitimately dangerous and can’t be left to interact with the farming community because people will die.”
The words from Joseph all sounded so… reasonable at this point. However, I, along with the rest of the room, were all desperately waiting for the other paw to drop. Because there would be, humans always had something they were about to do.
Almost in response to our thoughts the human placed the second container on the desk, covering up the first in response.
“Humans have dealt with this problem in a simple way, a way that our Yotul friend over there will know of. I need all of you to please remain calm and orderly, and to remember that you’re perfectly safe and there’s no need to overreact or panic. Humans dealt with this pest problem, through the use of safe predators.”
Before anyone could properly react to those words, the cover of the second container was removed, showing… a predator. An actual one, not a human but an actual real threat. Small piercing front facing yellow eyes attached to a brown feline form, sulking from the cage it was being held in.
Speh speh speh speh that’s a PREDATOR, A FERAL PREDATOR
If it was a danger the human wouldn't have-
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO DO NOT LIKE NO NO NO NO NO NO NO.
The panic in the room was immediate. Sapient human predators we had gotten used to, but none sapient ones were another deal entirely. Chaos started to spread as the 7 in the front row got up, pushing themselves up against the back wall as everyone else in the room did the same. Three Venlil made the choice to bolt out of the room, rushing past the human and his tiny devourer, while another clean fainted, hitting the floor with a thud. One even decided to take things further, jumping out of the singular window attached to the far wall in a frantic motion.
I could feel fear overwhelm me, desperately staring at the feline and waiting for it to make its move. What was the human thinking, it was going to attack at any moment, it was going to-
“STOP, Stop this stupidity. Right. NOW!”
The stern commanding voice of Joseph caused everyone in the room to freeze. The calm enthusiastic demeanor of the predator was gone, replaced with an emotion I’d never actually seen a human show before: anger.
“It has been six months! Do you really still believe that the UN or the Venlil government would put you in actual danger? You’re still thinking based on your stupid fascist Federation propaganda. Thinking that tells you that the Yotul are primitive, or the Venlil are weak. Propaganda that says genetically modifying people against their will is morally OK”
I knew that humans normally bared their teeth in joy, as a sign of happiness and friendship. This wasn’t the case right now, as everything in Joseph’s body language screamed of rage, of pain, of words spoken through gritted teeth. Nobody in the room was focused on the predator in the cage at this point, instead all eyes staring at the human. Suddenly the feline mattered a lot less than the anger of the human.
“That sort of thinking leads to the belief that killing over a billion innocent people is somehow the right thing to do. You are all presumably intelligent sapient adults able to think things through logically. Could you all please act that way?”
I could see the swishes of shame from the other Venlil’s tails, everyone in the room avoiding eye contact guiltily. Well, apart from the Yotul, who had remained seated and calm this entire time, staring almost joyfully at the feline predator. The human, of course, was completely right. Taking a moment to force myself to think, the predator was safely behind metal bars and was making no move to attack, seemingly content to stare lazily at us.
You finished overreacting?
Shut up, brain.
“Also, at the risk of ruining the angry vibe I’m giving off, is the guy who jumped out the window OK? Jesus Christ, we are two stories up, do we have to call someone or….”
Joseph had relaxed a little in response to the group calming down, allowing the normal empathetic nature of humans to come through once more. Slowly I made my way to the window, looking down to see a singular Venlil running off into the distance.
“I-I think he’s fine.” I responded, causing the human to give a sigh of relief in response.
“Good. Note to self, do this in a room without windows next time… or maybe just the ground floor. So, to continue where I left off, humans have used tame predators as a natural non-invasive form of pest control since we started farming. This is a cat, completely harmless unless you’re a small rodent or bird. They also have this effect.”
With a flourish Joseph removed the covering for the cage containing the Flowerbird once more, the red little avian had been busily eating during the entire presentation so far. However upon spotting the Feline predator did something none of us had ever seen before.
It stopped eating. Wait, the human managed to get a Flowerbird to stop eating! I didn’t even know that was possible…
Giving repeated alarmed chirps it moved as far away as it could from the predator, still trapped inside the small cage, a frantic fear obvious on the poor little thing. Joseph let this go on for a few moments more, before dropping the cover back on and silencing the Flowerbird once more.
Everyone in the room was shocked. You could literally scream and shout all you wanted at the dumb little birds and they would ignore you and continue to devour crops. The fact that the feral predator had managed to stop the bird from doing that simply with its presence… was huge. Was more than huge.
“As you can see, the instincts of the ‘prey’ animal still remain. Presumably, whatever predator used to hunt these Flowerbirds has a resemblance to our cats. Normally it would be sacrilege to suggest introducing cats to an ecosystem, but in this case your ecosystems are so messed up that’s exactly what we want to do: Provide any farmer who wants one with a kitten, in order to quickly reduce yield lost to pests.”
I would be lying if I didn’t say I wasn’t interested. On the one hand having a vicious predator in my house, where my pups would visit seemed like something a predator diseased individual would only consider. On the other hand, nothing else I had ever tried had even come close to the simple effectiveness shown here.
Would I be this desperate and in debt if I had one of these “cats” already?
“So I can see you’re all still a little worried, so we’re going to have a little discussion, for which I need a volunteer-'' The Yotul in the back practically fell over with excitement, with his arm raised immediately as he interrupted, causing Joseph to give a small smile. “One who isn’t a Yotul. I know your history with similar pets, and we are totally going to hook you up with a cat, but for this I could do with a Venlil please.”
The Yotul sat back down, a look of disappointment plastered over his face as the rest of the room shifted uncomfortably. Nobody wanted to be the person to step up and presumably get closer to the predator. Until I found myself raising my hand.
Brain, what the hell are you doing?
You said you wanted to be better, and we’re desperate.
NOT LIKE THIS BRAIN!
In a blur I found myself being introduced to the room and being told to sit at a chair next to the desk in front of the rest of the members here. Then, to my horror, Joseph opened the cage and took the feline predator out of its holding cell. The human took a few moments to fuss over the beast before turning to the rest of us.
“So now that we have our volunteer, let's logically look at our ‘dangerous predator’. The first thing to notice is simply the size. Regardless of anything else, size matters, size matters a lot. It’s hard to feel threatened by something that you can literally throw across the room.”
Joseph took a moment to hold the small creature next to me for context, highlighting just how small the predator actually was: barely the size of a Skivit, like a furry little pup. Logically if it wasn't for the forward facing eyes, I might consider it… cute?
“But what about its teeth and claws? It’s a predator that will tear people apart!”
The voice of the Gojid sounded out, a shrill fearful voice filled with barely contained panic and fear, the source of the sound looking ready to flee even though they weren’t the one sitting next to the predator
“Let's compare these. Tellek can you please extend your paws and show your claws to the group.”
I did as asked, my four black claws visible for all to see as Joseph moved the predator close. He stretched out one of its paws and pressed on a knuckle, a singular sharp claw protruding as he did so, causing a fresh burst of fear to erupt in my heart from being so close to such a thing.
Although if I was to be fully honest, if I was comparing the two, the predator’s claw were…
“As you can see, the cat’s claw, while sharper, is far smaller and more brittle. A Venlil can do some serious damage with their claws, while the worst this cat’s claw could do is break the skin. The teeth are similar, if you could show the group your pearly whites please.”
I again did as asked, feeling embarrassed and weird just having my mouth wide open in front of everyone. I hoped that there was nothing stuck in my teeth. While I did Joseph manhandled the cat again, taking a moment to move the lips and display the sharp needle point teeth, doing so for a moment before the small predator gave a small lazy growl of annoyance, clearly reaching the end of its acceptability.
“Once again we have similar results: Notice the small size of the cat's teeth compared with the Venlil’s. These would pierce skin, the Venlil’s would pulverize bone. Gojid aren’t much better with your literal claws and a back full of knives. Ironically enough the two ‘predators’ in the room are probably the least physically imposing.”
There was a moment as the room seemed to ponder this statement, allowing Joseph enough time to place the cat on the desk next to me, the predator promptly giving a stretch then curling up into a ball. The human was right, even humans themselves were physically… underwhelming, apart from their endurance. No claws, small teeth, no defensive armor or spines.
It’s kinda sad to think the only reason we’re all so scared of humans is their eye placement.
“Now the UN and Venlil government are looking for people to use cats as pest control to increase farming yield, with an initial trial size of about 100 participants. We’re offering a stipend for food, instructional care of your kitten, and as much support as needed. There are risks, for instance you’re going to need warning signs near your property and a containment system, as cats are actually dangerous to the Dossur.”
I could hardly hear Joseph speak, my entire concentration focused on the predator right next to me. I knew logically that the human wouldn’t do something to bring me to harm, but it was difficult to think that with a potentially feral predator right next to me. I saw its eyes fixate onto mine and I quickly looked away.
Maybe if I don’t look at it, it won’t take it as a challenge.
However much to both mine and the rest of the room's shock, slowly and carefully the cat stood up, stretched once before walking purposefully towards me, the room erupting into cries of worry as it leapt off the desk and onto my lap, curling into a ball with me trapped underneath.
“H-h-help…. Help…..!”
The human turned to look at me, breaking into a smile seemingly at my misfortune and giving a small chuckle.
“Awwww, she likes you. As you all can see cats share a lot of characteristics with ‘prey’. They will often seek companionship from others, and have a lot of prey characteristics, being at times skittish due to having many natural predators.”
That was good and all, but didn’t stop me from being trapped under the beast.
I don’t want to think about what could cause a predator to become prey.
“W-What d-do I do?”
Joseph gave a small shrug in response, clearly amused by my reaction.
“You could try petting her. Her name is Sprinkles and I can confirm she likes pets.”
You see brain, this is what happens when I let you do things! Now I'm trapped by a predator and I'm gonna die!
Stop being such a pup, the thing is tiny. Besides, don't humans claim petting stuff is nice?
Slowly I reached out a paw, gingerly approaching the predator, those yellow slitted eyes regarding my exposed arm as I gently placed it on the "cat", running my paw across its back.
I felt my held breath release as the predator did nothing, some of the tension of the room releasing in the instant.
"So interesting thing about cats: they 'chose' to be domesticated."
Joseph had gone back to talking, seemingly happy that I wasn't about to be torn apart. I had stopped listening, entirely focused on keeping the predator satisfied by running my paws across its fur.
Isn't this nice? I gotta admit I understand why humans like doing this.
Fine. I'll admit that this isn't unpleasant, the cat is rather soft.
"When humans originally started farming, that also attracted pests. Cats just turned up, following their food source. They stuck around because humans would feed them and provide companionship."
I was entirely focused on the cat at this point, running my claws through the fur, feeling the predator press itself against my paw, seeming to be enjoying itself. Gently I moved my claw to the back of one of its tiny little ears, scratching behind it like you might do to comfort a young pup. It started to emanate a low vibrating noise in response, causing another wave of tension to emit from the rest of the room.
For some reason, even though this feral predator was sitting on my lap, the sound seemed to vibrate through my heart in a calming motion.
Maybe this is some kind of predatory hypnosis?
Really? Just shush and enjoy this. Being scared of everything all the time is so tiring.
"Nobody needs to worry. That is just the sound a happy cat makes, it's called purring. Although I do need to take Sprinkles back now."
Joseph motioned towards the cat on my lap, a motion I decided to ignore, enjoying petting the purring cat for a few moments more. Eventually the human reached down and removed Sprinkles from my grasp as I momentarily resisted before letting the feline go.
See, that wasn't so bad.
Brain, I will admit- reluctantly- that I would have preferred to keep doing that.
With a small amount of resentment I watched as Joseph placed the cat back inside the cage, before turning back to the rest of the room.
"So anyone who is interested, stick around and we can get the paperwork completed."
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In the end eight of us remained, 5 Venlil, 2 Gojid, and obviously the Yotul. We had spent the last half a claw having instructions and paper work thrust upon us. Many of the group had immediately left, with others dropping out as various facts of cat ownership became apparent.
Still, those of us who were left behind were now heading to our respective farms, each with a single carry case. Mine was currently containing a gray and black “kitten,” which had been “meowing” loudly during the entire journey.
I looked simply at the little bundle of fur and eyes that peered out from inside the cage I had been given. Part of my mind still screamed danger, but it was a part that was getting quieter and quieter as I continued to look at what was a small fragile bundle of fur that I was now ultimately in charge of.
How could you look at something that’s hardly bigger than your paw, and think it’s a danger?
As I reached my farm, I finally opened up the container and pulled out the tiny predator. My tiny predator. There would be work to do, fences to erect and warning signs to place, but for now I just held the tiny thing in my paws, supporting it in the way I’d been told to. I now knew why humans spent all their time trying to pet things: with the troubles on the farm I hadn’t felt this calm in several cycles.
He was more energetic then Sprinkles had been, but in a way the more skittish nature pulled at my heartstrings, as if it was a small innocent Venlil pup. I sat there stroking it, realizing I still needed to give him a name. He was fluffy, Tiny, innocent, fragile. Yet with an underlying spice as it continued to meow loudly as I held in my paws
“I will call you Fireberry. My little predator.”

Fuck you.
Fuck you. You useless piece of shit. You absolute waste of space and air. You uneducated, ignorant, idiotic dumb swine, you’re an absolute embarrassment to humanity and all life as a whole. The magnitude of your failure just now is so indescribably massive that one hundred years into the future your name will be used as moniker of evil for heretics. Even if all of humanity put together their collective intelligence there is no conceivable way they could have thought up a way to fuck up on the unimaginable scale you just did. When Jesus died for our sins, he must not have seen the sacrilegious act we just witnessed you performing, because if he did he would have forsaken humanity long ago so that your birth may have never become reality. After you die, your skeleton will be displayed in a museum after being scientifically researched so that all future generations may learn not to generate your bone structure, because every tiny detail anyone may have in common with you degrades them to a useless piece of trash and a burden to society. No wonder your father questioned whether or not your were truly his son, for you'd have to not be a waste of carbon matter for anyone to love you like a family member. Your birth made it so that mankind is worse of in every way you can possibly imagine, and you have made it so that society can never really recover into a state of organization. Everything has forever fallen into a bewildering chaos, through which unrecognizable core, you can only find misfortune. I would say the apocalypse is upon us but this is merely the closest word humans have for the sheer scale of horror that is now reality. You have forever condemned everyone you love and know into an eternal state of suffering, worse than any human concept of hell. You are such an unholy being, that if you step within a one hundred foot radius of a holy place or a place that has ever been deemed important by anyone, your distorted sac religious soul will ruin whatever meaning it ever had beyond repair. You are an idiotic, shiteating, dumbass ape and no one has ever loved you. Rhodes Island would have been better off if you'd never joined us. You are a lying, backstabbing, cowardly useless piece of shit and I hate you with every single part of my being. Even this worlds finest writers and poets from throughout the ages could never hope to accurately describe the scale on which you just fucked up, and how incredibly idiotic you are. Anyone that believes in any religion out there should now realize that they have been wrong this entire time, for if divine beings were real, they would never have allowed a being such as you to stain the earth and this universe. In the future there will be horror stories made about you, with the scariest part of them being that the reader has to realize that such an indescribable monster actually exists, and that the horrific events from the movie have actually taken place in the same world that they live in right now. You are the absolute embodiment of everything that has ever been wrong on this earth, yet you manage to make it so that that is only a small part of the evil that is your being. Never in the history of mankind has there been anyone that could have predicted such an eldrich abomination, but here you are. It’s hard to believe that I am seeing such an incredible failure with my own eyes, but here I am, so unfortunately I cannot deny your existence. Even if I did my very best, my vocabulary is not able to describe the sheer magnitude of the idiotic mistake that is you. Even if time travel some day will be invented, there still would not be a single soul willing to go back in time to before this moment to fix history, because having to witness such incredible horrors if they failed would have to many mental and physical drawbacks that not even the bravest soul in history would be willing to risk it. I cannot imagine the pure dread your mother must have felt when she had to carry a baby for nine months and then giving birth to such a wretched monster as you. Not a single word of the incoherent, illogical rambling you may be wanting to do to defend yourself or apologize would ever be able to make up for what you just did. The countries of the world would have wanted to make laws preventing such a terrible event like this from ever happening again, but sadly this is not possible since your horrific actions just now have shattered every form of order this world once had, making concepts such as laws irrelevant. Right from the moment I first set my eyes on you I knew you were an absolute abomination of everything that is wrong with humanity. I was hoping I would have been able to prevent your evil from being released upon this world by tagging along and keeping my eye on you, but it is clear to me now that not even the greatest efforts would have been able to prevent a terrible event in this scale from occurring. You are the worst human being, or even just being in general, that I have ever had the misfortune of witnessing. Events like the infected plague apparently only happened with the goal of teaching humanity to survive such a horrible event as the one you just created, but not even mankind’s greatest trials were able to even slightly prepare anyone for the insufferable evil you have just created. If you ever had them, your children would be preemptively killed to protect this universe from the possibility of anyone in your bloodline being even half as bad as you are, except you will never be able to have children, because not a single human being will ever want to come within a hundred mile radius of you and anything you have ever touched. You are a colossal disappointment not only to your parents, but to your ancestors and entire bloodline. The disgusting mistake that you have just made is so incredibly terrible that everyone who would ever be to hear about it would spontaneously feel an indescribable mixture of immense anger, fear and anxiety that emotionally and physically they would never truly be the same ever again. The sheer scale of your mistake, if ever to be materialized, would not only surpass the size of the world, but it would reach far beyond the edges of the known, and almost certainly the unknown universe. I could sit here and write paragraphs, nay, books describing your immense failure, yet even if I were to dedicate my life to describing the reality of what has just gone down here, and I would spend every moment of it until my heart stops beating working as hard and efficiently as possible, yet there is not even a snowballs chance in hell that I would be able to come close to transcribing the absolute shitshow you have just released upon the world. You are an irresponsible, idiotic, disgusting, unloved, horrible excuse for a living being who’s soul contains less humanity than every ginger in history combined. The absolute disgust I feel when thinking about anything that has even a slight resemblance to anything that might have to do with you and your unholy actions is so incredibly great that when I am honest about it I think that even I do not posses a consciousness great enough to comprehend my own feelings about it. When people of Columbia fought to break free from Lungmen, countless soldiers fought and lost their lives in favor of a chance at a better future for their children, they did not give their lives to have you fuck the world up beyond repair to the degree that you are doing right now. Honestly, even when technology advances and studies on the subject become more and more accurate, I do not think humanity will ever truly be able to understand what your failure actually means for the universe. My hate for you and everything you stand for is so much deeper than the depths of Shambala that you could probably take the entire Lungmen population down there and back up around twenty million times before you would have sunk to the end of my hate, and honestly, I do not want to exaggerate, but I think that that insult was low balling it such a massive amount that all mountains in this world combined would not be able to stack up to this imprecise judgement in light of the fact that when being honest, my hate is almost certainly bottomless. There is no one in this world that has ever loved you, and especially after what you just did, no one will ever love you in the future either. There is no hope that your idiotic behavior and especially your crooked soul will ever change for the better, and in fact quite the opposite might be true. By making the mistake that you just did, you have shown me that you are so incredibly hopeless that you will only devolve into a more idiotic and wretched creature than you already are. The only possible way in which your future would be brighter than the black hole your existence currently is would exclusively be because there is absolutely no conceivable way that you would even be able to sink lower than the pathetic place your current failure has put you in.
STOP FUCKING USING EMOJIS

I'm at a total loss now. It has been 3 months since my world fell apart. I have come to the conclusion that my ex is a covert narcissist. We had been together 11 years, were sleeping together until February this year and now he is living in our family home and has moved his new gf in. I worry I am a narcissist all the time.
When I (35, F) first met him (34, M), he love bombed me. He came back to my house one night and didn't leave. He told me he was in love with me not even 2 months in. Proposed after 5 months. Bought myself and my friends presents. I thought I was so lucky, he loved me so much, he put me up on such a pedestal. I used to joke that one day the love bubble for him would pop when he realised I was not perfect like he thought I was. I grew up with an abusive and absent father and my mother died when I was 11. He had a great big family that I was so desperate to be a part of.
I made many mistakes, I didn't trust how much 'he loved me' and at the beginning was still interested in someone else. He told me he would leave me if I didn't go and get some help. I have PTSD, anxiety and depression, amongst other things. I don't remember when it started, but I felt disconnected from him emotionally. I couldn't talk to him and he would often refuse to talk about issues we had. Instead encouraged me constantly to go to therapy, not to talk about our issues, but to deal with my trauma that was 'ruining the relationship'. I sought solace in a friend at work and formed an inappropriate emotional bond with him. I admitted this to my partner, who said he forgave me and we moved past it.
We looked and booked so many places for weddings, but they never eventuated. His mother was horrible to me, called me a gold digger and said I made no contribution to society because I wasn't keeping down a steady job. This caused a massive fall out, where I refused to speak to her or see her. He eventually convinced me that I had to go and make peace with her to calm the situation down and 'this is just what she is like'.
I got pregnant 4 years after we got together. I suffered a very traumatic pregnancy and had horrible pre and post natal depression. Ex did not come to many appointments and I was frequently in hospital. Both my sister and father moved in at different stages when I had a newborn because my partner was working all the time and rarely helped.
His mother and step father gave us a deposit for a house, on the proviso we moved to their suburb. MIL started being nice to me again, I guess because I gave her a grandchild. I had no say in the house chosen, partner and inlaws made the decision together.
Partner decided to leave his place of work and start a new business shortly after. He did not ask me what I thought about it, he and the inlaws decided it was the best thing. I had a 6 month old and post natal depression. We moved into the new house, which we did a little work on. I started wanting to leave him, he was never home or helpful and we would fight constantly. He started criticising me 'as a joke' constantly. I felt like nothing I did was good enough for him. But I was terrified of not having this family we had created or be alone. I did all the admin for his business for 4 years. The problems continued, 2.5 years later I got pregnant again. I felt his total lack on interest in this pregnancy. Again, I was on hospital frequently, towing a 2.5 year old along with me. I was admitted due to horrible pains, my friend took me to the hospital as partner was going to his brothers bachelor party. I had gallstones, but could not be operated on due to being too far along in the pregnancy. He then went overseas for the wedding for 4 days while I stayed home with a high risk pregnancy and toddler.
We fought more, then covid happened. At first it seemed ok. Then he started smoking weed again, listening to podcasts, refusing to get vaccinated, which put our home at jeopardy. He would rant and scream about the lockdowns and the rest of it. Eventually he got the vaccines and now says he is 'vaccine injured.'
After covid, I left him, I couldn't handle it anymore. I then found out I had a brain condition called IIH. We decided to stay together until we knew what was going on. He was completely absent from our lives. I was studying, working, raising two children, both who are neurodivergent. The house fell apart. I couldn't clean anymore. My dogs destroyed the floors, my children and I stayed in our bedrooms. I was horrible depressed and couldn't do anymore than I already was. He saw us for maybe an hour or so every night? Started working more on weekends, smoking more weed and was very aggressive.
Last year in July, I called an end to it. I said I wanted to move into a rental, he said it wasn't fair that he was left with a house that was falling apart. I stayed at the house with the children and he moved to his mums house 5 mins away. We continued to sleep together and do things as a family. We made a deal that I would see a therapist, he would see a therapist and then we would see one together. At the end of it, we would decide whether we would stay together or not. From July to February this year, I made it clear to him that I loved him desperately and wanted to stay together. We continued to have sex, he said he was 'helping me out'. I thought it meant we still had a future. I worked on all the things he asked for. I was much more attentive, physically, emotionally and sexually.
In January his attitude towards me changed dramatically. His parents decided to move to a different state and sell their house. He suddenly started hanging out with a female friend that had been overseas for a long time. I asked him about it and was told 'she is gay and lime a sister to me.' We had agreed to fix the house together and then decide what to do with it. He was living at his parents at this time. He said I should move out to a rental with the boys, he would move back into the house and fix it up. I found a rental and signed the lease the next day. He helped me move everything in. He was oh so nice. Then he stopped talking to me. He stopped seeing the children. Every second weekend he would take them, and they would spend the entire time with his new 'friend as well'.
I have now lost track of what happened in what month because it was so traumatising. But since then he took my elderly dog to the vet, who was still living at out family home, told them that I had abandoned the dog at his home and they should put it down. I found this out when the council called me and told me my dog was at the pound. He told me I should give him the house because I have done nothing to deserve it, and in return he will give me the car. A car that I use everyday to take my kids to school and appointments. This caused massive amounts of friction between us. He would call me unstable, said that he couldn't be around me when I was projecting such negativity. At the same time, he was taking his new 'friend' to all his friends and family events. When I left the family home, I left it in a hurry and in a mess. I hadn't been able to get back to the house to sort it out because I had the kids 24/7. So he took his mum and stepdad there, told them I had destroyed this house and it was all my fault. They hated me again. Cut me off, I wasn't allowed at their house anymore. Told people I was an evil bitch. He and his parents then told everyone their side of the story, and I effectively lost all my (his) extended family.
8 weeks ago, his mum and stepdad left for another state. Shortly before this, he confessed he was in a relationship with his 'friend'. We had recently had a discussion about not inteoducing the childten to any partners for at least 3 months. She spent every weekend with them. I don't know how long this had been going on for. He told me if I didn't give him the house, he would move in with her. 2 weeks after being together, they moved into our family home and 'fell in love'.
He refuses to see his children apart from every second weekend. He pays a certain amount of child support, but not as much as he should be paying. He doesn't come to any appointments for the children and brings his new gf whenever he drops off the children or picks them up. My eldest has been diagnosed with autism and ADHD. Ex refuses to give him medication when child is with him.
I am struggling so much with money because I signed a lease, stupidly, on a house that I couldn't really afford, but believed him when he said he would pay part. There are weeks where he earns $4000. We had a fight about him taking the children away and not telling me where. My lawyer told me that wasn't ok, I passed the message onto him. So he took it upon himself to show up at my lawyers office and demand to speak to them. Efforts at legal and mediations have been refused by him. He would vaguely threaten me by saying I would regret it and I had no idea how bad it would get if I did.
I can't catch my breath. I feel like curling up into a ball and not getting up. I worry that I am the narcissist because I would get so angry at him, call him names, was terrible with our finances. I have no strength left to fight anymore. I am hesrt broken, terrified and have no support. I feel like I am on the verge of a total emotional breakdown.
If you have any words of wisdom, any advice, anything that will help, please share with me. Am I a narcissist?
I'm so sorry this is so long.

So I downloaded the game last night and so far so good, it does take a while to figure things out, anyways I just found an outsider who the game says I can recruit, he seems to have hurt his arm, but It seems like I can't interact with him at all, is there something I have to do first or do I have to leave him there to die?

This part got a little bit away from me. I only intended to have a brief moment between David and Ruk'sa, but it grew a bit more than I planned. It seemed like the right time for David to tell a little bit about his side of things. I hope you enjoy, and once again let me know what you think.
First / Prev / Next (At some point)
CW: Suicidal thoughts/actions
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David was all-too familiar with the ceiling of his bedroom. He’d spent many nights staring up at it praying for sleep to take him. Of course, then he had to deal with the nightmares. Tonight, was no different. Well, there were the two fik sleeping on either side of him, but the insomnia still had a firm grasp of him. The following afternoon he was supposed to catch a chartered shuttle out to the boonies for the funeral of a man he didn’t know. He could probably catch some sleep on the red eye, but if he couldn’t even sleep in his own bed…
He decided to stretch his legs. Thanks to a bit of luck, he wasn’t pinned down like last time, so he tried his best to stealthily shuffle off the foot of the bed. He padded silently to the bathroom, closed the door, then flicked on the light. Blinded for a moment, he blinked his eyes a couple times in the mirror until his vision cleared. Between the dark circles under his eyes and how gaunt his cheeks had become; his face took on an almost skull-like appearance.
He stared into his eyes, watching them dilate ever so slightly. Come on, man. You gotta get some sleep. Something. Anything. He ran his fingers through his mop, contemplating whether he should try and find some kind of barber. Perhaps one that could do something about his beard too. Knowing his luck, the aliens probably just grow perfect hair and have no concept of a hairstylist.
Resting his elbows on the counter, he pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes until he saw spots. Just let exhaustion take you. It wouldn’t be the first time.
He flicked off the light and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark once again. Once he could see, he padded back out of the bathroom and into the living room. The fik had overrun the small abode. Half a dozen bodies strewn about peacefully asleep on the floor, the room full of gentle breathing and the occasional snore. Chief Sulta had claimed the couch after being denied the bed by David. She made it clear he could also use the bed, but he didn’t feel comfortable letting a stranger into it. This of course didn’t stop the other two who were with him the previous night. Apparently, they thought they got a pass. He was too frustrated to object. Plus…They were warm…
David carefully stepped over the sleeping forms making his way to his kitchen. The chief seemed alright after a couple conversations. His guardians disapproved vehemently of course, but she seemed honest. A bit too honest. She really intended to do everything she could to keep David safe, but…Well, she wasn’t the sharpest bulb in the box.
Clearing the threshold, he made his way to the fridge for something to drink. As he sipped, he checked the time. It was still a few hours till morning. It was hard to tell on station. This one orbited a moon that orbited a gas giant that orbited another gas giant that all orbited a distant star. There was some kind of galactic standard time, but David could never get his head around it.
“Why are you awake?”
He looked up at Rus’ka leaning against the doorway. She was rubbing sleep out of her eyes.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Why?”
“I just can’t. I have insomnia.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s where I can’t sleep.”
She crossed the room to stand beside him as he turned to lean back against the counter.
“Sleeping is easy. Just close eyes and relax. Sleep come to you. You try too hard, maybe?”
He sighed and reminded himself that they were a relatively young species that didn’t come with countless medical journals or psychology papers. Lucky them.
“If only it were that easy. No. I broke whatever I had that let me sleep.”
“How can you fix?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“Well…How did you break?”
He closed his eyes and set his glass aside, “I don’t know…Well, I have some ideas, but I don’t know.”
“What ideas?”
He couldn’t tell if she knew what she was doing or was just stubbornly persistent. Probably a mix of both. “Probably what happened to me.”
“What happened to you?”
He took a deep breath and slid down the counter to sit on the floor. She joined him there. “I told you: a lot.” He looked her in the eyes. She didn’t look away. He didn’t want to talk about this. He’d do anything besides talk about this, but… If she wanted to live here. Live with him, then she should probably know. She’d find out one way or another. When did I accept that?
Looking down between his knees he sighed and began, “I was kidnapped. I don’t remember much of what happened. One minute I’m trying to figure out why my Honda died again, the next I’m strapped to a table.” He shuddered. “I was groggy, but I could still feel them-“ He swallowed, “cutting into me. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream. I just felt and watched. They were out of a nightmare. They couldn’t be real. But I felt it. It was real. It hurt. Oh God, it hurt.”
He screwed his eyes shut trying to force the memory down. To think of anything else. Ruk’sa put her arm around his shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. “Then I could hear them. I could understand the snakes.” He fingered the scar behind his ear, “They put a translator in me. Then threw me in a cell. I was a slave.”
*****
As soon as he could move his arms, he began hammering on the metal cage around him. “Let me out! Don’t do this! Let me out!”
In a flash a blade whizzed past his temple scoring a shallow cut. “Silence! You will not speak. You have nothing to say anyway.”
His crimson captor ignored him and returned to the console before them. David took stock of his situation to find any possible way out. He was prone on his back in a metal coffin with a grate by his head, apparently there for easy stabbing access. He took a minute to control his breathing when the guard slithered out the door.
The box wasn’t tiny. It seemed to be made for larger creatures, but it was still a challenge for David to sit up. He grabbed onto the bars and pulled himself up to the hatch. A quick scan revealed the handle just outside. He thrust his hands through the bars, but he couldn’t reach the latch. It was so close. It looked like it turned toward him. All he had to do was pull it.
He sat for a moment contemplating what he had available. All he had on him was his rental tux. He regretted not going for the cummerbund, so the bow tie would have to suffice. He pulled it off his neck and stuck his hands out of the cage. It took a few tries, but he eventually managed to toss one end of the tie around the handle and caught it in his other hand. He didn’t have a lot of leverage, but with a steady pull he managed to pop the latch.
It was awkward twisting and dropping to the floor, but he was free…Free-ish. Now he just had to get out of the room. Glancing back to the wall of cells he realized he was the only one there. That made things simple. He stalked to the iris door and peeked out after it hissed open. The halls were empty, so he ducked outside. The place was massive, which made sense given its inhabitants. He noticed the halls had a slight bow in them. Must have made slithering easier.
He picked a direction and padded away as quietly as his dress shoes allowed. He’d stop at every intersection and listen. He chose the path with the least sound up until some kind of alarm sounded.
“Cell breach. Alert. Cell breach.”
He needed to hide, and fast. Looking around the circular hallway he noticed pipes and vents above him. Using the rounded walls to his advantage, he got a running start and ran up the side of the warped wall. It took a couple tries, but he eventually made his primate ancestors proud and caught a pipe above him. He hauled himself up and began shuffling awkwardly above the hallway.
Below him pandemonium broke out. He saw dozens of snake monsters slithering this way or that, looking for him. Each armed.
David channeled his inner John McClain and pulled a vent off the ceiling and climbed inside. As he crawled, he thought about what he was even looking for. There had to be some kind of escape pod, or shuttle he could steal. Maybe hide out on the next shuttle headed down to abduct some other poor dumb bastard. All he knew was he needed to get home. After scuttling around for a while his luck ran out. He crawled over a vent that couldn’t hold his weight and he fell into a hallway. Hauling himself upright with a groan he stopped dead at what he saw.
He could see Earth through the window. David never believed he could be an astronaut. He thought this view would forever be a dream, but there it was. Earth was beautiful.
Then he felt a sharp stinging pain across his back as a monster slashed him. He convulsed and collapsed, losing consciousness as he was dragged back to Hell.
*****
“I don’t know how long I was there…But that was the last time I saw home…I tried escaping. Many times. I saw home and damn it I was going to get back…Each time they punished me. Each time I ‘lost value’.” He looked over his scared arm then squeezed his eyes shut. Forcing the memories away. He didn’t want to be taken again, but they pulled. He could feel the cuts. The burns.
Ruk’sa rubbed his shoulders and leaned into him. Trying to keep him there with her.
With a shuddering breath, David continued, “Then one day, I was ‘rescued’. I don’t know if they were with the Community or just pretending, but some of those big bastards raided the ship. It got loud and violent. They hauled us off and took us to a little waystation. Refueling, I guess. They kept telling us we were safe. Then one of them…I think he was one of them, told us we needed a medical examination.”
*****
David and a couple of other escapees stared out the window at the strange planet. It was a pale-yellow rock drifting around some distant star. They were let off the ship to stretch their legs while it refueled for the next leg of the journey. David didn’t know where it was supposed to go. He just wanted to go home. He didn’t know or care how he’d explain what happened to him. There were plenty of crazy whack-jobs who claimed to be abducted. He could just roll with them. Or just pretend the whole thing never happened.
One of those big bastards who ripped him out of his cell and tossed him bodily off the ship appeared in the doorway.
“You there. You need a medic to look you over. Come on over here and let’s take a look at you.”
Seemed fair enough. David wasn’t sure how much blood was too much to lose, but the snakes flirted with that line all too often. He and the others shuffled over to the giant and where he directed. David entered the room and was soon pulled up by his arm. It felt like it might pop out of its socket. He struggled and thrashed before a giant fist sent the world to spin.
He woke up in another cell with another man. All he could do was weep.
*****
David didn’t notice when Ruk’sa drew him into her lap. He clutched at her arm to stay where he was. In the here and now. He could still see Sammuel’s face.
“The big bastards didn’t cut. They just hit you. Or starved you. All I could do was hold on. I tried to help Sammuel. Tried to keep him strong. If he was strong then I would be strong. We’d come so far. I held out. I did it once, I could do it again. And I was right. We were liberated once again after God only knows how long. We were free.” He swallowed and wiped away the tears forming in hie eyes.
“I can still remember the blinding light. I was numb when they hauled us off. They took us to some big station and asked where we wanted to go. I told them I just wanted to go home.” He let the tears fall now, “they told me it was gone. ‘What do you mean it’s gone?’ ‘It’s been destroyed. A terrible tragedy.’ I thought they were lying. It had to be another trick to keep me enslaved. I never escaped. They just refuse to send me home…Then they showed me…”
He clutched at her shoulders and buried his face in the nape of her neck, “That was all I had! I just wanted to go home! And they fucking stole that too!”
He wept and shuddered in her grasp. She stroked the back of his head while he collected himself.
“They tried to fix me. I broke down. I had nothing left. So, they sent me away to the loony bin. I just wanted to die. Is that too much to ask? Just bury me with the rest of my kind. But they had to try and fix me. They barely knew me or mine! How can you fix that!?”
*****
He was trapped once again. The fucking snake sat there asking questions like they didn’t destroy his life.
“David. Please talk to me. I’m trying to help you. If you just talk to me, we can help you.”
What fresh Hell was this? Making his tormentors try and fix him? David closed his eyes and refused to speak. If he looked at her, he could only relive what they did.
“I know what you went through was stressful…”
She didn’t know shit! How could she? He wouldn’t give her anything. Never again. He wasn’t a slave. He’d die first. Why didn’t he die? He should be with all the others. What’s left?
“David, please. I’m trying to help you. I just want what’s best for you.”
He knew what was best for him. He was tired of everyone trying to control him. This was no different. Well, no more. He’d seize the last bit of control he had. His hands were bound, but his mouth was still free. He bit down on his wrist. Maybe he could bleed out before someone stopped him.
“Nurse! Nurse! I need you in here!”
*****
David didn’t know how long it had been. Ruk’sa was rocking him back and forth. He felt tired. But he still couldn’t sleep.
“I was trapped there for a while…I couldn’t take it…Once they realized I wouldn’t talk to a snake, I started saying the magic words. ‘Oh, I feel better. I’m moving on. I’ll be fine I promise.’ They didn’t know the first thing about humans. I lied. They let me go thinking they’d done good… When they let me free, I tried taking all the pills they gave me. I tried ending it all a couple more times…They’re too damn good at stopping me.”
Ruk’sa couldn’t stop herself. She clutched David tightly to herself. “Saaaa, no! David, no! You can’t mean that! David must…David must….Saa!” She was ashamed for not having the words. She couldn’t fix him.
“I’m sorry…You just found a broken human…Just let me be broken.”
“No!...We fix you!...We must!” She held him tight as if he’d slip away. She didn’t know what to say. But she’d figure it out. She had to.
They stayed like that for a while before David asked, “Can…Can you hold me? Just like this? Please?”
She nodded, “Forever, if I must.”
David buried his face in her chest while she clutched him tightly. She tried to stop the tears from falling. To stay strong. To hold him and show him he was safe.
She tried her best, all the while a certain albino listened from around the corner, out of sight.

There are 3 difficulties. Each uses separate 'save'. You need to climb chosen difficulty to level 10. Clearing level on higher difficulty lets you claim low difficulty rewards too. Levels are unlocked one-by-one each day so rewards are time-gated as always.
At the start you are given 100 energy for your every weapon. Equipped or not. When you deal damage or get hit in a fight weapon loses energy. The less energy you have the less damage you deal. Think of percent damage multiplier: 10 energy ~ 10% of damage. Energy loss for weapon is permanent. Only way to recover is to press 'Reset' for difficulty. All level progress will reset too though.
Now some good news. Every weapon is level 180 inside. There is no timer. Enemies HP loss is permanent too(*). Death or leave is fine — you will start from same HP values. Abusing certain high grounds is fine. Shatter still works even if weapon has zero energy. Relics just work and do the same damage regardless.
So how do you win?
Consider doing event on Hard difficulty. Nightmare is just so time consuming that it might not be worth it. You may stop reading here if decide on going hard.
Plan weapon usage according to level buffs. Especially for levels 2, 5 and 8. Yes, you can win with relics only but it will take a long time. Generally you need one support weapon, one shatter weapon and one real damage weapon. Only damage weapon needs energy. Shatter and support weapons might be at zero. You can use standard SSR, SR or even R weapons. Just slap your best matrices there.
Equip buff relics first. You go in, gather mobs, shatter them, buff yourself, do damage. Do not get hit, trigger phantasia, get to high ground if needed. Repeat until your damage weapon is not so damaging and die. Yes, die. But stay inside.
Now you have choice. You can swap your damage weapon to fresh one and just do the same thing. Or you can equip damaging relics and start using those instead. While running from mobs. And do not forget to shatter. You can die again and again to rotate long CD relics.
If all your usable weapons are zeroed — just rely on relics. Or feel pain of reset and start over.
The (*) thing. Level 2, 5 and 8 are special. Mobs recover HP passively. Slowly but surely. So you either use your best weapons on those levels. Or / and wait relic CDs out of the fight. I.e. wait heal denial sphere CD. Start. Shatter. Do some damage. Die. Repeat.
Is this fun? Nightmare is not. Mobs are too fat and energy loss hurts. Whether you use relics or try to burn each weapon in arsenal to zero it is just so slow. Not challenging challenge. Just slow.
P.S. Bygone relic reset is not tested but might be an option for hot potato PCs.
P.P.S. Alyss clones are not tested.
P.P.P.S. Mistakes might be fixed, info might be added. Just point it out in a civil way and be apprehended appreciated.

Kashin Koji (Ascension 1-2) [CV: Seto Asami]
Battle Start 1	Wonderful. Truly Wonderful.
Battle Start 2	Aah...I can smell the scent of life.
Battle Start 3	If that is your command, I'll act at once.
Battle Start 4	Now then, I'll help myself to your life─────
Skill 1	Slaughter mechanisms ready.
Skill 2	Let's kill them.
Skill 3	I am...
Skill 4	Yes, it will be done regardless of form.
Skill 5	My eyes are good.
Skill 6	Can you see my left eye?
Skill 7	Ufu, ufufufufufufu.
Command Card Selected 1	Is it needed to go easy on them?
Command Card Selected 2	Yes?
Command Card Selected 3	Ye~s.
Noble Phantasm Card Selected 1	Now then, let us show off.
Noble Phantasm Card Selected 2	It is a little embarrassing...
Noble Phantasm Card Selected 3	Parallel activation of all annihilation armament.
Noble Phantasm Card Selected 4	Mine demonic nature, mine Mystic Eyes─────
Attack 1	First, hands.
Attack 2	Deploying arm section armaments.
Attack 3	Blade.
Attack 4	I'm cutting them down.
Attack 5	Flames!
Attack 6	Deploying leg section armaments.
Attack 7	Mine unorthodox arts.
Attack 8	How is it?
Attack 9	Kashin Armament, Hanging Spider Lantern.
Attack 10	BAAHーーー!!!
Attack 11	Ninja Arts, Spinning Top.
Attack 12	Fuuma Initiation.
Attack 13	Ninja Arts, Early-Summer Rain.
Attack 14	Heei!
Extra Attack 1	Let us kill people, both fictional and real...
Extra Attack 2	Good night, goodbye.
Extra Attack 3	Unorthodox Arts, Great Tsuchigumo.
Extra Attack 4	My left eye─────!
Noble Phantasm 1	Activating Mystic Eyes, Parallel Activation of All Kashin Armaments. Extermination─────extermination, extermination, extermination─────! "Unorthodox Karakuri - Ferocious Force"!! ─────I'll have the head of the enemy, please.
Noble Phantasm 2	With a brilliant crimson eye opened wide, the husk of steel blossoms. Now, please prepare yourself. "Unorthodox Karakuri - Ferocious Force"!! ─────I helped myself to that head of yours.
Noble Phantasm 3	Come, O brilliant crimson demon. Let's build our origin in steel. Look, this is mine body, mine form! Engrave it in your eyes and fall into the underworld! ─────Apologies for the forbidden technique.
Noble Phantasm 4	Come, O brilliant crimson demon. Let's build our origin in steel. Look, this is mine body, mine form! Engrave it in your eyes and fall into the underworld! "Evil Wind Death Slash"!! ─────Apologies for the forbidden technique.
Damage 1	Uaaaaaah!?
Damage 2	Is that so.
Damage 3	Aah, it hurts...
Damage 4	This sure stings.
Defeat 1	Field of vision defective, visibility poor...I, can't, see.
Defeat 2	Functions, shutting down.
Defeat 3	I can still...move.
Defeat 4	Aah...my left eye feels...hot.
Victory 1	It was very wonderful, you know?
Victory 2	And so it ends. How was it, Master?
Victory 3	Just a minute, I'll go collect it. Here you go.
Victory 4	The scent of life has disappeared, hasn't it.
Level up 1	That's, dangerous, you know?
Level up 2	Thank you for the meal. (After clearing Winds and Clouds Karakuri Illya Castle)
Level up 3	Aah, my features are being expanded. (After clearing Winds and Clouds Karakuri Illya Castle)
Ascension 1	I tried increasing the amount of armoring, but...it suits me? Then it's fine.
Ascension 2	There is no change in the form, but the performance has increased. Isn't that enough?
Bond level 1	Yes, I am Kashin Koji. An insignificant user of unorthodox arts. Please, treat me as you see fit. Yes.
Bond level 2	I can use the techniques of the shinobi as well. If you so desire, I can go hunting for the heads of the enemy so please give me your orders without reservation, alright?
Bond level 3	Person or mechanical puppet, just which one do you think I am, Master? ...Who knows, which one could I be? I may be neither of the two.
Bond level 4	My body, most of my flesh, has been turned into that of a mechanical puppet. My bones are all machinery. My heart, my lungs, the inside of my skull. Except for a few remnants, the only thing that has clearly retained its form is probably this left eye of mine. Even if I were to lose all of my memories, I couldn't throw away this brilliant crimson eye.
Bond level 5	Are you aware, Master? According to the old legends, a brilliant crimson eye is the mark of one's demonic nature. In that case, I am...ah...Huh? I don't have to say it? I see. ...I, see.
Bond level 5	Apologies for the inconvenience I caused you back then. And thank you. You all overlooked my selfishness. I want to repay Chaldea's kindness. Please, order anything you want from me. For example...I can exchange any part of your body for that of a mechanical puppet, you know?
Dialogue 1	Somehow, I miss the five elements. ...You do not understand? To be specific, I want to breathe the outside air.
Dialogue 2	If you give me your orders, regardless of time, place, or form, I can...
Dialogue 3	Master is my new master. Aah, actually, how many masters did I have before you...?
Dialogue 4	Yes, I am Kashin Koji. An insignificant user of unorthodox arts...Danzou has asked about that name before? Is that so, I see, I see. Do as you see fit, yes. (If you have Katou Danzou and Kashin is at least Bond 1)
Dialogue 5	Monk-sama, may I have a moment of your time? ─────I'll never forgive you bastard so keep that in mind. (If you have Ashiya Douman)
Dialogue 6	My, oh my, what a spectacle. It's a puppet, it's a wonderful mechanical puppet. Disassemble, let's disassemble it right now! ─────Eh, we can't? ...Sigh. (If you have any of the following: Frankenstein, Tametomo, Nezha, Valkyries, Babbage, Okuni, Lu Bu, Xiang Yu, Galatea, Mecha Eli-chan, Mecha Eli-chan MkII)
Dialogue 7	My, oh my, these personages are knowledgeable about the intricacies of machinery; how splendid, aah, how wonderful. By all means, I would love to create new machinery with everyone here. I do not mind if you disassemble and remodel my body to your hearts' content so by all means do so! ...Oh? Why are you making that put-off expression? ...Huh? (If you have any of the following: Tesla, Da Vinci, Babbage, Edison, QSH)
Dialogue 8	Aah...what a beautiful personage. Archetype: Earth-dono...when I see her, I feel something. What could it be...also, aah...those crimson-colored eyes... (If you have Archetype: Earth)
Dialogue 9	The representative of unorthodox arts users would be, yes, Abe no Seimei-sama. Aah...he is an object of respect to me. ...Umm...Tamamo-no-Mae-dono. Just why is she making such a disgusted face? (If you have Tamamo-no-Mae)
Dialogue 10	Usually, I have a hard time, connecting my facial expressions, to my emotions.
Dialogue 11	During the festival with Sitonai-san, I could adjust it plenty, so my facial expressions and emotions, are connected. (After clearing Winds and Clouds Karakuri Illya Castle)
Dialogue 12	Danzou, Danzou. Come here. I will take a look at your condition. I will also give you some remodeling. (After clearing Winds and Clouds Karakuri Illya Castle, if you have Katou Danzou)
Dialogue 13	Aah...Fifth Head-sama. Fuuma Kotarou-sama... Danzou carried out her duty...I'm glad, I'm so glad. (After clearing Winds and Clouds Karakuri Illya Castle, if you have Fuuma Kotarou)
Dialogue 14	Kotarou-dono, Kotarou-dono. Let me give you some steamed buns. Here, they are steamed buns, you know? P-p-please, by all means, call me Grandma...eh, you won't? depressed...Eh, you will? smile (After clearing Winds and Clouds Karakuri Illya Castle, if you have Fuuma Kotarou and Katou Danzou)
Likes	I like wonderful things. I like things that sparkle and shine so bright that they can fill my empty heart.
Likes (Bond 5)	I like wonderful things. I like things that sparkle and shine so bright that they can fill my empty heart. Danzou being together with Fifth Head-sama is truly just oh so dazzling... Gareth-dono's eyes are nice too. Voyager-dono is just...aah...aah, geez...
Dislike	There is nothing I dislike. I am being honest here, you know?
Dislike (Bond 5)	I am sure the one thing I hate is myself. So much that I can't stand being me. That has to be the reason I threw away everything like this...fufu.
Holy Grail	A cup that can grant any wish? I see so such a thing exists.
Holy Grail (Bond 5)	The Holy Grail...if I were to obtain such a thing... ...I'm joking. Yes, I have seen the records of that time. Still, Master, just to be safe, do not show me a Holy Grail, okay?
Event	Regardless of the destination, let us be off. This Kashin Koji will always do as you wish.
Birthday	I heard it was a joyous day today...it's your birthday? Wonderful, in that case, let us replace some of your body with steel. it's fine, it's fine, it will only be extremely painful. Let's add some special, powerful steel.
Summoning	My name is Kashin Koji. While this transient life persists, I will serve you. ─────Hereafter, treat me as you see fit.

Kashin Koji (Ascension 3) [CV: Seto Asami]
Battle Start 1	Please show me the brilliant and dazzling appearance of your life.
Battle Start 2	You look delicious.
Battle Start 3	Aah, what a nice smell.
Battle Start 4	I ask for permission to carry out your orders.
Skill 1	Phew...
Skill 2	Heave-ho.
Skill 3	Have we met somewhere?
Skill 4	Apologies for using unorthodox arts.
Skill 5	I can see, I can see─────
Skill 6	Fo~und it!
Skill 7	Aha, ahahahahahaha!
Command Card Selected 1	Of course!
Command Card Selected 2	Yes, yes.
Command Card Selected 3	Ye~s!
Noble Phantasm Selected 1	Standing by for the release of True Name.
Noble Phantasm Selected 2	Can you please not look at me?
Noble Phantasm Selected 3	It's only for a little bit.
Noble Phantasm Selected 4	You're quite greedy.
Attack 1	I'll catch you and kill you.
Attack 2	I won't let you escape, you know?
Attack 3	My sword has been drawn─────Yaah! [1]
Attack 4	Kashin Slashing Technique, Wisdom King.
Attack 5	Fuuma Rocket-assisted Projectile, Blaze!
Attack 6	Ufu, ahahahaHAHAHA!
Attack 7	Unorthodox Arts, Shadow Spider.
Attack 8	Apologies for striking from the shadows─────
Attack 9	Ninja Arts, Sunflower!
Attack 10	Uuu~~~...BAAHーーー!!
Attack 11	Byo~n.
Attack 12	Ninja Arts, August Thunder.
Attack 13	Ninja Arts, King Scorpion.
Attack 14	Dei! Hyah!
Extra Attack 1	Kashin Mystic Code, Great Spider Blaze!
Extra Attack 2	Kashin Cannon, shoot!
Extra Attack 3	Commencing High-Density Mana Projection.
Extra Attack 4	Apologies in case I scorch it!
Damage 1	Kyaaaaaah!?
Damage 2	Injured.
Damage 3	Damage...great...
Damage 4	I've long lost the ability to feel pain.
Defeat 1	Can't see...aah...I can't see...
Defeat 2	Master, please retreat.
Defeat 3	Am I...dying?
Defeat 4	Thank you...very much...
Victory 1	Aah, they have already disappeared.
Victory 2	Now then, thank you for the meal.
Victory 3	Slurp...just kidding. Ufufufu.
Victory 4	I have fulfilled your orders.
Ascension 3	I have shifted into my final form. If my legs get in the way, please, tell me, okay? I'll fold them up. mechanical noises
Ascension 4	I see, I see. You sure worked hard for the sake of an eccentric character like me. Could it be that...you intend to offer me 1, 2, 3, or 4 of those limbs of yours?

  Translator notes: Kashin's tone is like that of a robot or AI, but I had no idea how to give back that nuance in translation. Just picture GLaDOS talking to you, I guess.

Kashin Koji (Ascension 1-2) [CV: Seto Asami]
Battle Start 1	Wonderful. Truly Wonderful.
Battle Start 2	Aah...I can smell the scent of life.
Battle Start 3	If that is your command, I'll act at once.
Battle Start 4	Now then, I'll help myself to your life─────
Skill 1	Slaughter mechanisms ready.
Skill 2	Let's kill them.
Skill 3	I am...
Skill 4	Yes, it will be done regardless of form.
Skill 5	My eyes are good.
Skill 6	Can you see my left eye?
Skill 7	Ufu, ufufufufufufu.
Command Card Selected 1	Is it needed to go easy on them?
Command Card Selected 2	Yes?
Command Card Selected 3	Ye~s.
Noble Phantasm Card Selected 1	Now then, let us show off.
Noble Phantasm Card Selected 2	It is a little embarrassing...
Noble Phantasm Card Selected 3	Parallel activation of all annihilation armament.
Noble Phantasm Card Selected 4	Mine demonic nature, mine Mystic Eyes─────
Attack 1	First, hands.
Attack 2	Deploying arm section armaments.
Attack 3	Blade.
Attack 4	I'm cutting them down.
Attack 5	Flames!
Attack 6	Deploying leg section armaments.
Attack 7	Mine unorthodox arts.
Attack 8	How is it?
Attack 9	Kashin Armament, Hanging Spider Lantern.
Attack 10	BAAHーーー!!!
Attack 11	Ninja Arts, Spinning Top.
Attack 12	Fuuma Initiation.
Attack 13	Ninja Arts, Early-Summer Rain.
Attack 14	Heei!
Extra Attack 1	Let us kill people, both fictional and real...
Extra Attack 2	Good night, goodbye.
Extra Attack 3	Unorthodox Arts, Great Tsuchigumo.
Extra Attack 4	My left eye─────!
Noble Phantasm 1	Activating Mystic Eyes, Parallel Activation of All Kashin Armaments. Extermination─────extermination, extermination, extermination─────! "Unorthodox Karakuri - Ferocious Force"!! ─────I'll have the head of the enemy, please.
Noble Phantasm 2	With a brilliant crimson eye opened wide, the husk of steel blossoms. Now, please prepare yourself. "Unorthodox Karakuri - Ferocious Force"!! ─────I helped myself to that head of yours.
Noble Phantasm 3	Come, O brilliant crimson demon. Let's build our origin in steel. Look, this is mine body, mine form! Engrave it in your eyes and fall into the underworld! ─────Apologies for the forbidden technique.
Noble Phantasm 4	Come, O brilliant crimson demon. Let's build our origin in steel. Look, this is mine body, mine form! Engrave it in your eyes and fall into the underworld! "Evil Wind Death Slash"!! ─────Apologies for the forbidden technique.
Damage 1	Uaaaaaah!?
Damage 2	Is that so.
Damage 3	Aah, it hurts...
Damage 4	This sure stings.
Defeat 1	Field of vision defective, visibility poor...I, can't, see.
Defeat 2	Functions, shutting down.
Defeat 3	I can still...move.
Defeat 4	Aah...my left eye feels...hot.
Victory 1	It was very wonderful, you know?
Victory 2	And so it ends. How was it, Master?
Victory 3	Just a minute, I'll go collect it. Here you go.
Victory 4	The scent of life has disappeared, hasn't it.
Level up 1	That's, dangerous, you know?
Level up 2	Thank you for the meal. (After clearing Winds and Clouds Karakuri Illya Castle)
Level up 3	Aah, my features are being expanded. (After clearing Winds and Clouds Karakuri Illya Castle)
Ascension 1	I tried increasing the amount of armoring, but...it suits me? Then it's fine.
Ascension 2	There is no change in the form, but the performance has increased. Isn't that enough?
Bond level 1	Yes, I am Kashin Koji. An insignificant user of unorthodox arts. Please, treat me as you see fit. Yes.
Bond level 2	I can use the techniques of the shinobi as well. If you so desire, I can go hunting for the heads of the enemy so please give me your orders without reservation, alright?
Bond level 3	Person or mechanical puppet, just which one do you think I am, Master? ...Who knows, which one could I be? I may be neither of the two.
Bond level 4	My body, most of my flesh, has been turned into that of a mechanical puppet. My bones are all machinery. My heart, my lungs, the inside of my skull. Except for a few remnants, the only thing that has clearly retained its form is probably this left eye of mine. Even if I were to lose all of my memories, I couldn't throw away this brilliant crimson eye.
Bond level 5	Are you aware, Master? According to the old legends, a brilliant crimson eye is the mark of one's demonic nature. In that case, I am...ah...Huh? I don't have to say it? I see. ...I, see.
Bond level 5	Apologies for the inconvenience I caused you back then. And thank you. You all overlooked my selfishness. I want to repay Chaldea's kindness. Please, order anything you want from me. For example...I can exchange any part of your body for that of a mechanical puppet, you know?
Dialogue 1	Somehow, I miss the five elements. ...You do not understand? To be specific, I want to breathe the outside air.
Dialogue 2	If you give me your orders, regardless of time, place, or form, I can...
Dialogue 3	Master is my new master. Aah, actually, how many masters did I have before you...?
Dialogue 4	Yes, I am Kashin Koji. An insignificant user of unorthodox arts...Danzou has asked about that name before? Is that so, I see, I see. Do as you see fit, yes. (If you have Katou Danzou and Kashin is at least Bond 1)
Dialogue 5	Monk-sama, may I have a moment of your time? ─────I'll never forgive you bastard so keep that in mind. (If you have Ashiya Douman)
Dialogue 6	My, oh my, what a spectacle. It's a puppet, it's a wonderful mechanical puppet. Disassemble, let's disassemble it right now! ─────Eh, we can't? ...Sigh. (If you have any of the following: Frankenstein, Tametomo, Nezha, Valkyries, Babbage, Okuni, Lu Bu, Xiang Yu, Galatea, Mecha Eli-chan, Mecha Eli-chan MkII)
Dialogue 7	My, oh my, these personages are knowledgeable about the intricacies of machinery; how splendid, aah, how wonderful. By all means, I would love to create new machinery with everyone here. I do not mind if you disassemble and remodel my body to your hearts' content so by all means do so! ...Oh? Why are you making that put-off expression? ...Huh? (If you have any of the following: Tesla, Da Vinci, Babbage, Edison, QSH)
Dialogue 8	Aah...what a beautiful personage. Archetype: Earth-dono...when I see her, I feel something. What could it be...also, aah...those crimson-colored eyes... (If you have Archetype: Earth)
Dialogue 9	The representative of unorthodox arts users would be, yes, Abe no Seimei-sama. Aah...he is an object of respect to me. ...Umm...Tamamo-no-Mae-dono. Just why is she making such a disgusted face? (If you have Tamamo-no-Mae)
Dialogue 10	Usually, I have a hard time, connecting my facial expressions, to my emotions.
Dialogue 11	During the festival with Sitonai-san, I could adjust it plenty, so my facial expressions and emotions, are connected. (After clearing Winds and Clouds Karakuri Illya Castle)
Dialogue 12	Danzou, Danzou. Come here. I will take a look at your condition. I will also give you some remodeling. (After clearing Winds and Clouds Karakuri Illya Castle, if you have Katou Danzou)
Dialogue 13	Aah...Fifth Head-sama. Fuuma Kotarou-sama... Danzou carried out her duty...I'm glad, I'm so glad. (After clearing Winds and Clouds Karakuri Illya Castle, if you have Fuuma Kotarou)
Dialogue 14	Kotarou-dono, Kotarou-dono. Let me give you some steamed buns. Here, they are steamed buns, you know? P-p-please, by all means, call me Grandma...eh, you won't? depressed...Eh, you will? smile (After clearing Winds and Clouds Karakuri Illya Castle, if you have Fuuma Kotarou and Katou Danzou)
Likes	I like wonderful things. I like things that sparkle and shine so bright that they can fill my empty heart.
Likes (Bond 5)	I like wonderful things. I like things that sparkle and shine so bright that they can fill my empty heart. Danzou being together with Fifth Head-sama is truly just oh so dazzling... Gareth-dono's eyes are nice too. Voyager-dono's just...aah...aah, geez...
Dislike	There is nothing I dislike. I am being honest here, you know?
Dislike (Bond 5)	I am sure the one thing I hate is myself. So much that I can't stand being me. That has to be the reason I threw away everything like this...fufu.
Holy Grail	A cup that can grant any wish? I see so such a thing exists.
Holy Grail (Bond 5)	The Holy Grail...if I were to obtain such a thing... ...I'm joking. Yes, I have seen the records of that time. Still, Master, just to be safe, do not show me a Holy Grail, okay?
Event	Regardless of the destination, let us be off. This Kashin Koji will always do as you wish.
Birthday	I heard it was a joyous day today...it's your birthday? Wonderful, in that case, let us replace some of your body with steel. it's fine, it's fine, it will only be extremely painful. Let's add some special, powerful steel.
Summoning	My name is Kashin Koji. While this transient life persists, I will serve you. ─────Hereafter, treat me as you see fit.

Kashin Koji (Ascension 3) [CV: Seto Asami]
Battle Start 1	Please show me the brilliant and dazzling appearance of your life.
Battle Start 2	You look delicious.
Battle Start 3	Aah, what a nice smell.
Battle Start 4	I ask for permission to carry out your orders.
Skill 1	Phew...
Skill 2	Heave-ho.
Skill 3	Have we met somewhere?
Skill 4	Apologies for using unorthodox arts.
Skill 5	I can see, I can see─────
Skill 6	Fo~und it!
Skill 7	Aha, ahahahahahaha!
Command Card Selected 1	Of course!
Command Card Selected 2	Yes, yes.
Command Card Selected 3	Ye~s!
Noble Phantasm Selected 1	Standing by for the release of True Name.
Noble Phantasm Selected 2	Can you please not look at me?
Noble Phantasm Selected 3	It's only for a little bit.
Noble Phantasm Selected 4	You're quite greedy.
Attack 1	I'll catch you and kill you.
Attack 2	I won't let you escape, you know?
Attack 3	My sword has been drawn─────Yaah! [1]
Attack 4	Kashin Slashing Technique, Wisdom King.
Attack 5	Fuuma Rocket-assisted Projectile, Blaze!
Attack 6	Ufu, ahahahaHAHAHA!
Attack 7	Unorthodox Arts, Shadow Spider.
Attack 8	Apologies for striking from the shadows─────
Attack 9	Ninja Arts, Sunflower!
Attack 10	Uuu~~~...BAAHーーー!!
Attack 11	Byo~n.
Attack 12	Ninja Arts, August Thunder.
Attack 13	Ninja Arts, King Scorpion.
Attack 14	Dei! Hyah!
Extra Attack 1	Kashin Mystic Code, Great Spider Blaze!
Extra Attack 2	Kashin Cannon, shoot!
Extra Attack 3	Commencing High-Density Mana Projection.
Extra Attack 4	Apologies in case I scorch it!
Damage 1	Kyaaaaaah!?
Damage 2	Injured.
Damage 3	Damage...great...
Damage 4	I've long lost the ability to feel pain.
Defeat 1	Can't see...aah...I can't see...
Defeat 2	Master, please retreat.
Defeat 3	Am I...dying?
Defeat 4	Thank you...very much...
Victory 1	Aah, they have already disappeared.
Victory 2	Now then, thank you for the meal.
Victory 3	Slurp...just kidding. Ufufufu.
Victory 4	I have fulfilled your orders.
Ascension 3	I have shifted into my final form. If my legs get in the way, please, tell me, okay? I'll fold them up. mechanical noises
Ascension 4	I see, I see. You sure worked hard for the sake of an eccentric character like me. Could it be that...you intend to offer me 1, 2, 3, or 4 of those limbs of yours?

  Translator notes: Kashin's tone is like that of a robot or AI, but I had no idea how to give back that nuance in translation. Just picture GLaDOS talking to you, I guess.

After taking a bath wearing a lungi, I came to the dining table. I took a seat, and Abhilasha served me roti and dal. While eating, Abhilasha kneeled before me and pulled my lungi apart. She inserted her hand into my briefs and pulled my cock out. Seeing it still swollen, she played with it.
She said, “I can’t believe it. You are still hard after shooting so much cum a few minutes before. At this age, you are incredible. Shall I suck it, Darling?”
Looking down at her said, “My penis is sore from 2 hours of jerking. Please let me have lunch in peace, Abhilasha.”
Abhilasha: I will miss this live dildo till evening. You have your lunch while I suck my toy. (she removed her kameez, baring her breasts) If you want, you can play with my tits, Mama.
I wondered what had gotten into this girl. The morning she was an educated shy housewife, and now she was behaving like a real slut. I quickly finished my lunch while Abhilasha sucked my cock, trying to make it cum, but no. I washed my hand on the plate, pushed her head away from my cock and got up.
Abhilasha, too, got up, and I saw a hint of anger on her face, pushing her leggings and panties down to reveal her pussy. I saw her pubic hair triangle. She came forward and took my cock in her hand.
She said, “See Mama, how my pussy is burning. I have been living like a saint. I enjoyed sex with my first boyfriend during my college days. The second BF was not that good, and my husband is a fucking loser. Please satisfy me, and I will do whatever you ask. Being a married woman, I can’t lower my image in society, begging my male friends for sex.”
She started crying, placing her face on my shoulders, and crushing her big boobs on my arms. I felt pity for this horny bitch. But I knew there was a child hidden in her. I knew the frustration of not getting enough sex from my nephew made her behave like this.
Patting her head, I said, “I know, Abhilasha, but I am late for the meeting. If you want, you can rub my cock on your pussy and satisfy yourself. But no penetration. I won’t be satisfied with a quick fuck. We will think about it in the evening.”
Abhilasha looked up at me sobbing, murmuring thanks and began sliding my cockhead on her bottom lips. She was dripping a lot, wetting my cock with her juices. Abhilasha was concentrating on her clit. My hands went to her back, and cupping her soft ass cheeks pulled her into me.
She moaned and said, “For a moment, I thought you would desert me, seeing me act like a kid. Thanks, Darling, for not letting me down. I will fulfil all your desires tonight. Just tell me what to do.”
I was kissing her forehead, cheeks, and chin, wetting her face, hands firmly gripping her ass. She was busy rubbing my cockhead up and down her pussy lips.
Then the doorbell rang.
I was frightened and pushed her away. I said, “It must be Raman. Get dressed and answer the door. I am stinking. I will take a bath and meet him later.”
Halfheartedly, Abhilasha let my cock, pulled her leggings up and picked up her discarded kameez. I rushed to the guest bedroom. I went to the bathroom and opened the shower. This was the second shower of the day. After 5 minutes, I heard the door knock and Abhilasha’s voice.
What the hell she wants now, I wondered. I opened the door, and she came in, kneeled before me and started sucking my cock. Her dress was also getting wet, along with me. I pulled her up, slapped her cheek, and said, “What has got into you, Abhilasha.”
Abhilasha, crying, said, “Hit me, Darling, I deserve it. I will go mad if you don’t have sex with me today, please, Mama.”
Me: Was it Raman?
Abhilasha: Yes, Mama, I told him you are taking a bath, and he, too, went to take a bath.
Me: Get dressed. You are soaked wet, Abhilasha.
Abhilasha: Am I not attractive, Mama? Don’t you love my body?
Me: That’s the problem. You are young, beautiful and got a figure to die for. I am an old man. What do you see in me?
Abhilasha: This is what I like in you, Mama. Men would have mauled my body, and you behave like a gentleman. You are handsome, well-mannered and know how to tease a girl with your deadly weapon.
Me: Please leave. I want to meet Raman in a sober state, not an excited one.
Abhilasha kissed my nipples, turned to leave, and said, “See my figure Mama and remember that this will be waiting for you.” She swirled around, showing her body curves as her wet dress clung to her. My cock jumped on, seeing her deliciously curvy body.
I shook my head, finished the bath, dressed and came to the living room. By then, Raman was having his lunch. I wished him and asked about his work. He was in a cheerful mood and asked me to have lunch. I said I had already. Abhilasha was a good host and took good care of me.
I left, saying I was getting late for the meeting. The meeting was in the Taj Deccan Hotel until 8 pm. It was successful. I had dinner with my clients. After they left, I went to the bar lounge alone and started drinking whiskey. I was wondering how to go to Raman’s place.
Now I knew what Abhilasha had in her mind for tonight. I didn’t want to have sex with my nephew’s wife in his house, under his nose. My mobile rang, and it was Raman calling. He asked me when I was returning. I told him I already had dinner and told them not to wait for me.
He requested me to come ASAP. I took another two drinks and left the hotel by 10.30. I reached Raman’s house by 11 pm, and he opened the door. I said, “I am tired, Raman. I need to sleep. We will talk in the morning.” I went to the guestroom, changed my clothes to a lungi and T-shirt and hit the bed.
I heard Raman and Abhilasha talking but couldn’t hear what they were talking about. I tried to sleep. After fifteen minutes, I heard the door knock, warily I got up, opened the door and saw Raman. He came in.
Abhilasha entered the bedroom behind him, wearing a white silk saree. Raman was in shorts and a T-shirt. I was worried about what was in store for me now.
Raman: Abhilasha wants to say something to you, Uncle.
Me: Can’t we talk in the morning, Raman?
Abhilasha: You promised me that you would come to me tonight, Mama.
I was dumbstruck on hearing her. She had the audacity to chide me in front of her hubby for not going to fuck her! I helplessly looked at Raman.
Raman: I know what happened between you two in the morning. I am not mad at either of you. She has desires I cannot fulfil, and I don’t mind her getting them from you instead of my lousy friends. I am tired of them talking and laughing behind my back. I have changed my job twice because of this. Please help her Uncle.
Me: What are you saying, Raman? She is a child and has wild imaginations of love and sex.
Abhilasha: I will behave like a good girl Mama. Give me a baby and make my life worth something. As I said, my cycle is ripe to conceive if I have good healthy sperm. Just spend three nights with me. I promise I won’t even look at other men once I get pregnant. I will be a good wife to Raman.
Me: Why can’t you get her pregnant, Raman?
Raman: My sperm count is very low. Uncle. I have got erection problem with premature ejaculation. I don’t want an unknown man’s child in her womb. She doesn’t like going for IVF and wants to carry her baby herself. I can’t see her suffering, Uncle. You have to help her.
Abhilasha came near me, placing her hand on my chest and saying,” I promise I will take good care of your baby and nephew. I am sick of getting fucked by random horny men who want to devour only my body and don’t want my love. After these three nights, I won’t trouble you, Mama. Even if I don’t conceive, I will remain faithful to Raman.
I looked at the couple. Sighing said, “Only three nights, Abhilasha. And you will stop behaving like a slut like you did in the morning with me. You will stop seeing your male friends too.”
Abhilasha smiled, gave a hug, went got laid on the bed and said, “Yes, Yes, Darling. I won’t even look at other men. Anyway, I got my dildo to satisfy me if I get horny. Raman will help me with the dildo, won’t you Raman,” and he nodded.
Me: Ok, Raman, if that is what you both wish me to do. I will send her back in an hour.
Abhilasha: No, darling, Raman will stay. Watch us having sex, and he may learn something from you.
I was in a fix. She wanted her husband to see me fucking her like a cuckold hubby. I saw him sitting on the bed beside his wife’s left side. Shaking my head, got on the bed, between her legs and tried to pull her saree up her legs.
Abhilasha stopped me and said, “I don’t want you to just FUCK me. I want you to make love to me like a newly wedded bride. Just imagine your first night with Suma aunty and make love to me like that, Darling.”
I removed my T-shirt, got laid on her right, rested on my left elbow, and pulled her saree pallo revealing her white blouse. Abhilasha’s breasts flesh was trying to pop out from the blouse top. I inserted my fingers between her cleavage and unhooked her blouse to see her bra.
While removing the blouse from her shoulders, my hand went down to her stomach. I felt her smooth, warm skin. I pulled her saree folds tucked into her petticoat near her navel. The saree came out, and I pulled it from her body. I untied the petticoat cord and pushed it from her legs.
Abhilasha was lying in her white bra and matching panties between me and her hubby. She didn’t try to cover her modesty but smiled at me, anticipating my next move. I saw her panties moist in the front and thought she had an orgasm already. I removed my lungi, pulled her over me, and embraced her firmly.
Abhilasha giggled like a little girl and gave me a peck on my lips. Not allowing her to remove her lips, started kissing her, and she kissed me back, sucking my lips. This was the first kiss between Abhilasha and me. The way she was kissing, I knew she was a good kisser.
I turned towards my right. Raman was keenly watching us kissing, and his hand was on his crotch, probably getting aroused on seeing his wife kissing me. My hands went to her back, unhooked the bra and pulled it from her shoulders, still kissing her.
Abhilasha’s naked warm breasts crushed my chest, and her Mangalsutra was stuck between us. My hands moved further down, and holding her panty’s waistband, pulled it down. Abhilasha helped me by lifting her hips. Once it came down to her knees, I pushed it down.
She shook her legs to dismantle her panties. Now her bare pussy was crushing my hard cock on the briefs. My hands were holding her ass, still kissing her. We kissed for almost five minutes. I saw her struggling to breathe. I removed my lips from hers and started kissing her earlobes, cheeks, nose and chin.
My saliva moistened her face, and she kissed me back on my cheeks. I sensed her hands moving down, trying to pull down my briefs, I rolled over and got on top of her, and she was lying close to her hubby. Abhilasha whispered in my ears, “Are you hard, Darling?”
“Didn’t you feel it, dear, when you were pressing your pussy against it?” I said loudly. Abhilasha blushed and said, “Why don’t you show your weapon to Raman Darling?”
Holding her breasts, I pulled her to her knees and stood on the bed. Abhilasha’s face was at my crotch level. I said, “Why don’t you show my cock to your husband yourself, Baby?”
Abhilasha blushing more, looked at her husband and said, “Do you want to see your Uncle’s cock, Raman?” he nodded. She pulled my briefs down, and my cock jumped at her face dripping pre-cum. I removed my legs from it and looked at Raman.
He was staring at my 8-inch hard cock with a surprised look. Maybe he never anticipated that I had a big one at this age. Abhilasha fondly held my cock and started licking off my pre-cum from the tip. She was licking it from bottom to top, stretching her tongue out.
Her one hand was playing with my balls. I looked at Raman, who was keenly watching his wife licking my cock. I thought it was time for some action. So I pushed Abhilasha back on the bed. I turned around in the 69 position and got on top of her.
I rested my knees at her head and brought my cock close to her mouth. I got between her thighs and my face near her pussy. Holding her thighs, I pushed them wider, making room for myself. Her glistening pussy lips opened up, showing her pinkish insides despite her abundant pubic hairs.
This was the first time I saw her pussy closely. I saw her throbbing clitoris and gave it a lick. Abhilasha’s body shivered at my lick. Taking her clit between my lips sucked it hard for a few seconds. She quickly took my cock into her mouth to reciprocate my sucking.
Abhilasha was gorging on my cock. Raman was close to seeing his wife sucking me like candy. I moved my tongue down, licking her juices from her lips. I dipped my tongue into her vaginal hole, trying to tongue fuck her. Abhilasha was holding my ass and slurping my cock, wetting it with her saliva.
I saw her pussy gushing out juices. I was tongue fucking her, and I was swallowing all of it. Abhilasha’s body was shaking when she was experiencing her orgasm. I thought it was time to take her, got up, and pulled my cock out of her mouth. I heard her groaning.
Lying beside her, I asked, “Do you want to play more or…” looking at both husband and wife. Abhilasha looked at me and then at her husband. Raman said, “I never thought sex would be so wonderful without actually fucking. Go ahead and enjoy yourself, dear.”
Abhilasha gave a peck on her hubby’s cheeks. Turning towards me, she asked, “Do you want me to lie down or….”
Me: Your wish Abhilasha, If you come on top, you will be in control. If you lie down, you will be at my mercy. I don’t know if you can take me deep. I can’t control myself once I start fucking.
Abhilasha: No worries, Darling, you can go deep in me as much as you want. I am not selfish. I want you to enjoy my body and my pussy.
“Your wish, Dear.” I got between her legs, spreading her legs wide and pointing my cockhead at her hole asked again, “Are you sure you want me to do this?”
“Yes, very much, Darling,” Abhilasha said, turning to Raman, asked, “Will you do the honours of pushing your Uncle’s cock inside your wife’s pussy, Dear?”
Raman and I were startled at her unusual request. I saw Raman moving towards me, seeing his wife’s pleading face. I was in a fix. I was about to fuck his wife, and he was about to help me penetrate her. I saw him holding my cock, rubbing it up and down his wife’s pussy lips.
“She loves it very much when her pussy is rubbed by a cock, Uncle,” saying he stopped rubbing, pointing my cock at her pussy said again, “Make her yours, satisfy her and give her a baby, Uncle.”
Abhilasha smiled but screamed when I pushed all my 8 inches into her in one go, pressing my cock down deep, hitting her cervix. Her orgasms had lubricated her pussy pretty much. My cock went in with extra force, and her inner muscles gripped me tightly.
I laid on her sweating body and said, “Shall I cum now, Abhilasha?”
“What? So soon? No,” Abhilasha said with panic in her eyes.
Pulling out my cock a bit, pushing it again deep, said, laughing, “I was joking, baby. I will fuck you as long as you can withstand my pounding.” I started hammering her pussy. She was receiving it like a sport showing no discomfort on her face.
I was fucking her. I found her pussy tight for my thick cock trying to milk, despite her earlier young year’s sex adventures. Abhilasha began screaming, and I thought neighbours might hear her screams. Thought of sealing her mouth with mine, but I got a wicked idea.
Looking at Raman asked him to remove his shorts and gave his wife his cock to suck. Both husband and wife were shocked hearing me. But being a good sport, Abhilasha said, “Yes, Raman, give me your cock. I want to suck it when Mama is fucking me. Both my holes will be sealed, and my long-time desire will be fulfilled.”
Raman removing his shorts and underwear, knelt before his wife, placing his cock close to her lips. I was shocked to see his tiny cock, which was about 3 inches and flaccid. Abhilasha took it fully inside her mouth and started sucking like a lollipop. I was hammering her pussy.
Occasionally I bent down, licking her nipples and trying to suck her boobs. I fucked her tight pussy for fifteen minutes and was sweating a lot. But Abhilasha was showing no discomfort and was sucking her husband’s small one happily.
Her breasts swayed all over her chest due to my thrust. I wondered how much milk she would produce if she gave birth. Still pumping her gripping pussy I asked, “Will you feed me your milk if you have a baby, Dear?”
Abhilasha removed her husband’s cock from her mouth. She looked at me with a naughty smile and said, “Of course, Darling, my soul and body is yours now, and you don’t have to ask me. You just have to order me. Come on fuck me, make me pregnant so I can feed my Darling my milk from my tits.”
I fucked her for another fifteen minutes. I was getting tired and badly needed a release. I looked at the bedside clock and saw the time was past 12. It was almost one hour before the couple came to my room. I needed to cum very urgently. I asked, “Shall I cum, Abhilasha?”
She looked at me and said, “Ok if you want to. But don’t pull off till I say so. I want to feel your dick throbbing in me.” I began to release my cum in Abhilasha’s pussy. The first three spurts were huge, filling her up. The next spurts of semen were overflowing from her pussy and wetting the sheets.
Abhilasha was kissing all over my face like a puppy showing her affection to get satisfied. My nephew was looking at us, showing any emotions. Abhilasha’s pussy was trying to milk my cock for more which was not there. I drifted to sleep as she kissed me with my flaccid cock still buried inside her.
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