"Get over here, gonna need your help fighting the Red Menace again." "Communists, huh?" "Worse. Tomatoes!"
In the late 70s, the United States of America were terrorized by the greatest threat they had ever faced. Tomatoes, unable to be reasoned with, unable to be stopped, unable to hold back their relentless bloodlust. It took a group of specialists put together by the president to discover their one weakness, using it to negate the fruit threat. Ten years of peace passed, aided by the U.S. Congress outlawing tomatoes, and the new generation grew up unknowing of the menace once posed. This was until Professor Gangreen found a way to transform tomatoes into personal soldiers, planning on reminding the world of why they once feared them as he became its ruler.

Legend

1 - Attack of the Killer Tomatoes
2 - Return of the Killer Tomatoes!
3 - Killer Tomatoes Strike Back!
4 - Killer Tomatoes Eat France!
C-# - Attack of the Killer Tomatoes novelization, chapter #

Strength

Killing / Eating

• Bites off the fingers of a man^C-6
• One regular sized tomato kills a woman¹
• Takes out a helicopter pilot¹
• A herd of tomatoes eat a biker¹
• A large swarm of tomatoes kill a forty foot long squid^C-4
• A giant tomato eats a kid¹
• Another one eats a kangaroo^C-22
• One tomato gets placed in a small tank with five piranhas that would otherwise be the deadliest creature on Earth, and kills and eats all of them³

Striking

• Staggers a man with strikes³
• Knocks a biker off of his bike¹
• Smash through windows at a laboratory³
• Breaks through the back of a police car¹
• One takes down a helicopter^C-2
• Presumably a group of large tomatoes knock over a tank^C-17

Other

• One rolls over an elderly soldier, squishing him flat^C-17

Durability

Blunt Force

• One tomato doesn't splatter after attacking a woman repeatedly^C-1
• Form a barrier to block and hurt a giant squid^C-4
• A pyramid of tomatoes stop several motorbikes faster than their riders expected, though those directly in the path of the bike's wheels don't survive^C-6

Other

• At the start of their first invasion, it's said that chemicals, bugs, and bullets don't work¹
  • That being said, shortly after a shotgun is able to dispatch regular sized tomatoes¹
  • The novel specifies that bullets can stop them, but they're just difficult to hit, and that the bugs mentioned are aphids^C-2
• A giant tomato no-sells a number of point blank rifle shots¹
  • They need to be shot 67 times to be made to stop eating people^C-17
• When sliced into many little pieces, a tomato continues to move, only stopping on being smeared all over the carpet^C-24
• A humanoid tomato survives being in a gas chamber meant to execute prisoners²
• Tomato juice is said to still be living^C-1

Mobility

Ground

• Repeatedly dodges knife stabs from a woman in the nick of time, with the last attack not being telegraphed by a shout^C-1
• Keeps up with a fleeing man¹
• Rolls up a flight of stairs¹
• Appears out of a sink's garbage disposal before rolling out of said sink¹

Flying / Throwing Themselves

• Throw themselves at a car¹
• Hits a helicopter pilot¹
• Hit British planes in the air^{C-22 (Redux)}
• Bounces off of a wall to hit a woman that dodged an initial attack^C-1
• Levitates around a woman while attacking her³
• Two tomatoes fly around a group with a rope, tying them up⁴

Other

• Moves through water to attack women¹

Unique Forms

F.T.

• A failed experiment of Professor Gangreen's, a large, furry tomato that leaps up to a light switch²
• Leaps into a tree and potentially gets shot out of it²
• Gets beaten up by a crowd on a street²
• Gets launched out of a sewer and hit by a truck²
• Jumps on a grenade and survives²
• Wields a paintball pistol³
• Somehow drives a car⁴
• Somehow drives a quad bike²
• Speaks English⁴

Tomatozilla

• An enormous tomato in New York knocked over buildings at it rolled around^C-25
• Takes a hit from a giant robot that knocked down buildings^C-25
• Dodges projectiles from an equally enormous robot^C-25
• Still capable of fighting after being roasted by a flamethrower^C-25
• After being cut in two, the goo on its inside rises up and is capable of dissolving a giant robot before finally disappearing. Like this, it gets splattered apart by a missile, but still burns away at metal^C-25

Other

• Tara was a humanoid tomato that was Professor Gangreen's assistant, capable of speaking perfect English, cooking 815 international dishes, performing 637 sexual acts, and using all the popular home appliances²
  • Doesn't eat vegetables, instead opting for meat or plant food²
• A giant tomato with the destructive force equivalent to 5,000 killer tomatoes⁴
  • Eats a woman⁴
  • Breathes fire⁴
• One man is killed by drinking tomato juice¹
  • This tomato juice is said to still be living, and to taste like death instead of regular tomato juice^C-1
• A man is eaten by a BLT sandwich¹
• At least one elephant-sized tomato is seen to have grown a face, arms, and legs^C-24
  • It instantly regenerated its leg when it was cut off, before sprouting many more limbs and faces^C-24

Equipment

• A tiny shuriken and nunchucks³
• Hockey masks and chainsaws³
• A tiny gun³
• Dynamite that blows up a tank and a launcher for it⁴

Music Effects

Transformation

• Tomatoes dipped in toxic waste can be exposed to music, changing into different humanoid forms based on the type of music they hear²
  • One song turns tomatoes into soldiers with guns, capable of breaking plant pots with a punch and a wooden board with a hammer²
• Professor Gangreen claims they can be made to resemble anyone existing²
• They revert back to being a tomato on hearing a strain from Beethoven's 5th, and Tara returns back to her humanoid state with the chimes of a clock²
• On being shot, humanoid tomatoes revert into their usual state as they're splattered²
• Exposure to a gas used to execute prisoners leaves a humanoid tomato unable to transform when exposed to music²

Weakness

• When subjected to the song Puberty Love, tomatoes initially retreat before being shrunk back to their regular size and being depowered so that people can freely stamp on and destroy them¹
  • Puberty Love is said to be the worst song ever made²
  • In the novel, it causes them to flee without attacking,^C-19 though they still revert to normal tomatoes with exposure^C-27
• The person who initially discovered this tossed a previously-exposed tomato to another person, saying that it had been rendered harmless¹
• One giant tomato wore earmuffs so they couldn't hear the song, but was affected nonetheless when it was shown the sheet music to Puberty Love¹

Fear Induction

• Halfway through the first movie, merely saying the word 'tomato' is enough to instil mass panic¹
• Tara changing into a tomato in a restaurant instantly incites fear and clears it out²
• A tomato's presence on a street causes a crowd to gather to try and destroy it, and for them to chase after a 'tomato lover' who tries to rescue it²
• Following the first movie, the American congress banned tomatoes²

Other Capabilities

• Communicate with an understandable, translatable language¹
  • People are capable of speaking it³
  • Speak English in the fourth movie⁴
• Undoes a screw from the inside of a vent³
• Drive a van³
• Pile up on British ships until they sink under the weight of tomatoes^{C-22 (Redux)}
  • Potentially do the same with England as a whole after overwhelming their army^{C-22 (Redux)}
• Capable of taking people hostage³

Other

• Starting with the third movie, the tomatoes have faces for some reason³
• Preceding their first attack, tomatoes began growing at an unusually rapid pace^C-1
• A cherry tomato can become bigger than a bowling ball, with other tomatoes being of a size comparable to people¹
• After being struck through, large tomatoes become stuck on a woman's limbs and don't come off^C-12
• Are capable of burning, pillaging, and raping¹
• Rendered inert by a fire extinguisher³
• Won't eat their own kind, and so a person covering themselves with ketchup won't be attacked by them³
• Follow proper martial arts protocol^C-22

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I'm going to try and explain this the best I can, but this might end up being an emotional mess rather than a coherent request for advice so I'm sorry in advance.
I was friends with my current (bf but not really?, 26M) for about a year before we met. We slowly grew much closer and I ended up asking him on a date. It was a little awkward, but fun and we both agreed we wanted to do it again. For about two weeks, things were good.
Then he got sick. Well, he was always sick/disabled. But without too much detail, it got real bad real quick. He ended up moving home, quitting his job, and being confined to his room for most of the day for the last five months. He has had to go to the ER several times during this time and is very clearly in pain or extremely fatigued and foggy most of the time.
Since then, we've met up occasionally (think like twice a month) and text somewhat frequently though I definitely have friends I text more often. We also call maybe once a week. When I do see him, we usually watch a movie, play video games, or have sex at his place (more like his parent's place that I drive 1.5 hours to get to).
When he's doing (relatively) good, he'll text me and ask to call and ask to hang out. He definitely seems interested and like he's making an effort (although sometimes he clearly bites off more than he can chew and looks kind of miserable during our time together).
When he's doing bad, he just ghosts me. Does not respond to texts, does not call, etc. Then when he's out of the worst of it, he'll respond. He used to explain that he was feeling bad and apologize. I told him he didn't need to apologize and more recently he's responded with more detail aka how he was feeling, did he get rushed to the ER, whatever.
And I feel awful when he ghosts me. I always feel a little insecure that he just doesn't like me anymore and then I resent him for making me feel that way. I'm also scared that something bad is happening to him (which is usually true). And then when he responds I'm all over it.
Do you know how casinos rig the slot machines to go off at random intervals because it keeps people hooked? Or how when they studied rats who consistently got food from a lever or never got food from a lever they were able to ignore it and do other things, but the rats who randomly got food became obsessed? I feel like those obsessive rats.
And the thing is. I know that a way men will manipulate their partners is to give some attention and then none at all seemly randomly so their partner will crave their attention and validation. And I feel like it's happening to me but accidentally.
He will ghost me for a while. And during that time, I'm constantly waiting for him to break the silence. I tell myself that when he responds I'm going to wait a day before texting back or that I won't initiate calling or hanging out this time. I think about how he might only be with me because his social life is limited at the moment, but he's not actually that interested. It's been almost half a year, and we haven't made anything official.
But then he reaches out to me, and I think about how this poor man was just in the hospital and wants someone to talk to and distract. That he was in all likelihood drugged up and not checking his phone at all. And I don't want to make him wait because that would be petty for something that's not his fault. So I respond immediately. I try to make time to call him or hang out before it gets bad again.
And then he gets bad again and the cycle repeats and I kick myself for acting that way. I think it's also worse because while he was disabled when we got together, he could still do basically everything. So I'm grieving the honeymoon period we could have had and the time I could have spent with him. And I get that hope again every time he starts to feel a little better. And then it comes crashing down. I can't imagine that it will be this bad for the rest of his life (though it might relapse), but I also have no way of knowing how long this relapse will last.
In those time periods, I can't help but wonder if I'm making a mistake. Is this relationship hurting me more than I can take? But also, I'm his friend first, and would still be tied into this even if we hadn't gone on a date. If I broke it off I would still be grieving the relationship we could've had and I wouldn't even get the good times with him. I also don't think I would break it off with him because I really really do want to date him.
Sometimes it just seems like this situation is going to hurt no matter what, and I just have to find a way through. I just want to at least try and make it less painful. Or at least feel validated in both being in pain but choosing to continue the relationship.
Oh, this is also my first relationship. I've slept around before, but nothing remotely this serious. So my inexperience is probably also helping.
Can people just give me their take on this situation? What would you do? Am I being a good partner and a good friend or am I typing myself to a sinking ship (I mean that in the nicest way possible)? Thank you for reading all this nonsense if you made it down here.

I have been scouring reddit for threads, reading what I can to not have to make a redundant post but I'm not finding anything and it's driving me mad. I recently got a RG35xx and just finished the Garlic OS install. Everything is finally up and running great after reading through many many reddit posts. The issue I am having is controller support. I purchased 2, 2.4 GHz Wireless USB SNES Controllers (Saffun Retro SNES PC Controller) which worked right out of the gate on the Stock OS using an OTG Cable and hub. But when I finished my Garlic OS install and moved over to that I could't get the controllers to work for the life of me. After many, many attempts and tutorials I finally somehow got it to where I could see the controllers in the Retroarch Main menu and remap everything. But when I switch to a core (Namely the SNES one) the controllers do not show up at all only Retropad and Retropad with Analog show up. I have no clue what to do and i'm lost. I'm not super familiar with this and haven't really done any retro stuff or hacks or what not since the PSP memory card hack 10+ years ago lol. Any help or posts that I could be directed to that could help would be greatly appreciated!

I am a tall guy, 6’ 6” and have limited headroom due to the sunroof (if only the sunroof was directly over my head so I could stick my head out the roof)
What kind of custom work could I have done to lower the seat and create 3-4” of headroom
Where does Shaq go to have his cars custom fitted?
I am located in the Salt Lake area if that helps
Thanks!

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Diretide 2022 Collector's Cache

Set name	Hero	Quantity	$$
Shadowleaf Insurgent	Hoodwink	20+	$15
Scarlet Subversion	Riki	20+	$15
Whippersnapper	Snapfire	20+	$10
Hounds of Obsession	Chen	20+	$10
Seadog's Stash	Clockwork	20+	$10
Starlorn Adjudicator	Dawnbreaker	20+	$15
Spoils of the Shadowveil	Spectre	20+	$15
Chines of the Inquisitor	Faceless Void	20+	$10
Trophies of the Hallowed Hunt	Ursa	20+	$10
Crimson Dawn	Phoenix	20+	$10
Forgotten Station	Terrorblade	20+	$15
Dirge Amplifier	Undying	20+	$15
Champion of the Fire Lotus	Monkey King	20+	$10
Deathstitch Shaman	Witch Doctor	20+	$10
Blue Horizons	Marci	20+	$30
Angel of Vex	Invoker	20+	$35
Dark Behemoth	Primal Beast	20+	$50

Aghanim's 2021 Collector's Cache

Set name	Hero	Quantity	$$
Silverwurm Sacrifice	Dragon Knight	22	$20
Scales of the Shadow Walker	Phantom Lancer	23	$15
Perception of the First Light	Dawnbreaker	22	$15
Apex Automated	Clockwerk	22	$15
Test of the Basilisk Lord	Razor	25	$10
Secrets of the Frost Singularity	Ancient Apparition	23	$8
Perils of the Red Banks	Chen	22	$10
The Chained Scribe	Grimstroke	24	$10
Widow of the Undermount Gloom	Broodmother	23	$10
Forgotten Fate	Mars	22	$5
March of the Crackerjack Mage	Rubick	24	$10
Cosmic Concoctioneers	Alchemist	23	$20
Days of the Demon	Axe	22	$10
Blightfall	Abaddon	23	$15
Pyrexae Polymorph Perfected	Ogre Magi	25	$35
Wrath of the Celestial Sentinel	Chaos Knight	8	$60

Nemestice Collector's Cache 2021

Set name	Hero	Quantity	$$
Twilight Hex	Dark Willow	23	15$
Litany of the Damned	Doom	24	15$
Astral Terminus	Enigma	23	10$
Caerulean Star	Enchantress	22	8$
Arcane Inverter	Gyrocopter	22	20$
Creed of the Skullhound	Lycan	22	25$
Desert Bloom	Nature's Prophet	23	20$
Silence of the Starweaver	Oracle	23	10$
Eyriebound Imperator	Skywrath Mage	23	10$
Anthozoan Assault	Tiny	23	25$
Defender of the Brumal Crest	Winter Wyvern	10	10$
Red Sands Marauder	Shadow Shaman	23	20$
Footfalls of the Sporefathers	Witch Doctor	12	60$

Collector's Cache I 2020

Set name	Hero	Quantity	$$
Ravenous Abyss	Underlord	20+	$15
Apocalypse Unbound	AA	20+	$10
Beholden of the Banished Ones	Warlock	20+	$10
Fury of the Righteous Storm	Disruptor	20+	$5
Lineage of the Stormlords	Juggernaut	20+	$35
Silent Slayer	Silencer	20+	$10
Mindless Slaughter	Pudge	20+	$20
Heartless Hunt	Bounty	20+	$10
Herald of the Ember Eye	Grimstroke	20+	$10
Fissured Flight	Jakiro	20+	$5
Flashpoint Proselyte	Husker	20+	$15
Signs of the Allfather	Nature prophet	20+	$15
Glory of the Elderflame	Lina	20+	$25
Lineage of the Stormlords	Juggernaut	6	$35
Origin of the Dark Oath	Night Stalker	6	$25
Songs of Starfall Glen	Enchantress	20+	$5
Ancient Inheritance	Tiny	20+	$30
Forsworn Legacy	mars	20+	$50

Collector's Cache II 2020

Set name	Hero	Quantity	$$
Evolution of the Infinite	Enigma	20+	$6
Beast of the Crimson Ring	bristle back	20+	$10
Clearcut Cavalier	Timber	20+	$6
The King Of Thieves	Keeper of light	20+	$10
Horror from the Deep	Tide	20+	$20
Ire of the Ancient Gaoler	Arc warden	20+	$25
Talons of the Endless Storm	chaos knight	20+	$15
Carousal of the Mystic Masquerade	Rubick	20+	$6
Crown of Calaphas	Shadow demon	20+	$10
Wrath of the Fallen	doom	20+	$20
Blacksail Cannoneer	Sniper	20+	$10
Secrets of the Celestial 📷	Skywrath mage	20+	$5
Blaze of Oblivion	Phoenix	20+	$6
Steward of the Forbidden Chamber	Templar Assassin	20+	$25
Claszureme Incursion	Void	20+	70$

Collector's Cache 2019

Set name	Hero	Quantity	$$
Paean of the Ink Dragon	Grimstroke	18	10$
Scorched Amber	Dragon Knight	20	20$
Allure of the Faeshade Flower	Dark Willow	1 M*	25$
The Arts of Mortal Deception	Enigma	21	10$
Poacher's Bane	Tidehunter	20	10$
Soul of the Brightshroud	Death Prophet	21	10$
Curse of the Creeping Vine	Undying	21	20$
Appetites of the Lizard King	Slark	18	25$
Riddle of the Hierophant	Oracle	20	10$
Defender of Ruin	Disruptor	22	25$

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Collector's Cache II 2019

Set name	Hero	Quantity	$$
Sight of the Kha-Ren Faithful	Drow Ranger	31	15$
Tribal Pathways	Warlock	30	10$
Directive of the Sunbound	Clockwerk	31	10$
Endless Night	Abaddon	30	10$
Dapper Disguise	Pudge	27	15$
Fury of the Bloodforge	Bloodseeker	30	10$
Automaton Antiquity	Broodmother	31	10$
Grim Destiny	Wraith King	29	10$
Distinguished Expeditionary	Tusk	30	10$
Verdant Predator	Venomancer	31	10$
Prized Acquisitions	Batrider	31	5$
Fowl Omen	Necrophos	34	30$

The International 2018 Collector's Cache I

Set name	Hero	Quantity	$$
Trail of the Sanguine Spectrum	Bloodseeker	20	8$
Insights of the Sapphire Shroud	Dark Seer	18	4$
Pillar of the Fractured Citadel	Spirit Breaker	21	$5
The Murid Divine	Necrophos	22	15$
Molokau Stalker	Venomancer	21	$10
Morbific Provision	Witch Doctor	22	10$
Raptures of the Abyssal Kin	Queen of Pain	20	15$
Grasp of the Riven Exile	Weaver	20	5$

The International 2018 Collector's Cache II

Set name	Hero	Quantity	$$
Pitmouse Fraternity	Meepo	37	10$
Fires of the Volcanic Guard	Ember Spirit	37	10$
Shackles of the Enduring Conscript	Axe	37	6$
Shimmer of the Anointed	Nyx Assassin	29	5$
Loaded Prospects	Brewmaster	39	15$
Ire of Molten Rebirth	Phoenix	36	10$
Pattern of the Silken Queen	Broodmother	26	5$
The Rat King	Chen	28	10$
Raiments of the Obsidian Forge	Underlord	22	20$

The International 2017 Collector's Cache

Set name	Hero	Quantity	$$
Rumrunner's Carronade	Brew master	20	15$
Abyssal Vortex	Enigma	27	10$
Samareen Sacrifice	Huskar	22	10$
Spoils of the Vodou Rover	Witch Doctor	27	10$
Shadowforce Gale	Luna	24	10$
Mechalodon Interdictor	Gyrocopter	27	10$
Cunning Corsair	Riki	24	20$

The International 2016 Collector's Cache

Set name	Hero	Quantity	$$
Nightsilver's Resolve	luna	2 M* dtygod*	20$
Oni Knight the Dark Conqueror	Chaos Knight	2 dtygod* dopey*	20$

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Hey everybody,
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I wanted to take some time today to open up about my personal experiences. I think we are getting to the point now where people need to start to have the courage to open up to others regardless of what they might think about it. There are aspects of what is happening to me that are hard to describe but I will do my best. It may sometimes be difficult to understand what I'm talking about but I'm easy to find if you have questions so feel free to reach out if you're curious or if what I say resonates with you. I feel as though I have a responsibility to share these experiences with others but aside from that I was explicitly asked to do so. I'll try to keep it brief.
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I'm a lifelong abductee and experiencer. Several times throughout my life I have had incidents of missing time and black outs as well as alien abduction experiences. Typically (but not exclusively) small greys. They're pretty friendly with me most of the time so I don't really mind hanging out with them. Usually they just come for me and lead me away for one reason or another. I drift in and out of consciousness during these encounters. Sometimes I'm more lucid than other times. Pretty standard stuff really. They can phase through solid matter and can get you to do stuff like you are hypnotized. Once they had me looking at images through a kind of semi-transparent screen while one of them stood on the opposite side and watched me through it. Sometimes there are other human people around going through the same thing. I don't want to provide too much commentary about these experiences. Sometimes it got pretty weird but I don't feel especially traumatized by these encounters. I just want to share them so that you can better understand where I am coming from. At this point it would not surprise me if the abduction phenomenon was way more widespread than we are willing to acknowledge.
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I'm not really here to talk about the greys. I'm here mostly to talk about Dawn and what he told me. When I was young I started having these extended and lucid encounters with this person named Dawn. The first time I met him was when he came to my grandparents farm to meet with my family and I and to talk about stuff.
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It's actually pretty hard for me to explain who Dawn is. It's not a simple situation. Dawn is my great uncle on my father's side. He is my grandmother's biological brother. My grandmother was put up for adoption as an infant and never knew her biological family growing up. Later in life my grandmother was able to get her hands on some of the records including their birth certificates so we can at least confirm that much. They were born in the 1930s so record keeping was not what it is today. I did not know that Dawn even existed until he turned up one evening at my grandparents house with his kids wanting to talk to us about what was going on. He said a lot of stuff that is hard to believe and hard to understand. No one else is able to remember the visit except for myself.
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So I don't really know how to put this exactly so I'll just come out with it: Dawn is a higher density being. I don't know how or why he came to be like that but he is like a being of pure light or consciousness. He can assume a physical form but he doesn't need to. He can look like whatever he wants or disappear in the blink of an eye. It doesn't really make sense to us in terms of our present understanding of reality but it's true. I've seen it.
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The other thing that's really hard to understand is that Dawn's kids weren't human. They were small, fleshy humanoids with multiple squid-like limbs. They were super friendly but they couldn't speak english. They communicated empathically/telepathically. I call them Huey, Dewey, and Louie or the cousins for short. It's really difficult to explain what this encounter was like. When you would turn around or look away from them you would completely forget they were there at all. You would just completely compartmentalize it into your subconscious and walk off forgetting anyone was there at all and carry on like nothing was happening and everything was normal. Time either stopped or slowed down to the point that it wasn't a factor. The way that we understand time and space is really limited here on earth. Dawn worked really hard to help me to understand what had already happened, what was happening then and what was going to happen later (now and beyond).
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The most important thing I want to tell you today is about the harvest. That's what they call it. There are forces at work that are beyond our ability to understand or control. We are being pushed and pulled toward this inevitability. One day soon the people on earth are going to be given a choice. We will all be presented with the opportunity to leave the earth and go and see what things are really like out there. You can decide whether you want to stay here on earth or you can leave this all behind and start again out there. Anyone can make the choice. You can bring your pets and your family with you but you'll have to leave most of your belongings behind. You have to make this decision for yourself. You have to use your own discernment and make that leap of faith on your own. The world is not going to end but there are some really serious issues that are going to start to boil over. Climate change, war and AI are the big ones. That is why this is all happening now. The others won't intervene directly but if we are lucky they will do what they can to ensure we won't destroy ourselves. There have always been higher density beings here helping us just not directly. You don't have to stay here and endure a dangerous period of change. You can be free. Trust your dreams. Don't let anyone make you feel afraid. If someone tells you that you should be afraid you shouldn't trust them. My encounter that night was the most profound and important thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life. It was an extended, waking and lucid visitation. I could not even begin to recount every detail that Dawn talked about that night but I'll hit some highlights for you in rapid fire:
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• The UFOs are real and have always been here.

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• Conflict between the USA and China is going to continue to escalate and spiral out of control.

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• AI is going to completely derail society.

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• The earth is in a kind of a quarantine and cut off from greater galactic society.

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• Reincarnation is a thing. (I incarnated here to help out with what is going on).

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• Precognition is a thing and is a lot more common than people realize.

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• The harvest is a literal reality that will happen soon.

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• We share the earth with NHI.

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• Open contact is coming.

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So anyway, I offered to help Dawn however I could and from then on he would turn up at random points in my life to help me course correct or to make sure that I would or would not do something. If I ever tried to bring it up to anyone they wouldn't understand and they would ignore me so we just carried on like that until 2020 when I started having weird precognitive visions about the harvest.
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If someone tries to tell you that you shouldn't trust any being who offers you something that sounds too good to be true you should remember this: The harvest is not easy. To be a harvestee is to find yourself in an extremely challenging spiritual situation. It is not too good to be true at all. Nothing safe is worth the drive. One last thing to consider if you're worried about trusting the beings who come to offer you harvest: If they wanted to take you or the planet earth they could come like thieves in the night and you would never know what had even happened. They would not need your permission. It needs to be a choice because the whole point is to teach you to exercise your discernment and for you to start to take agency over your own existence.
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Thank-you for reading this. I don't want anything from you or anything like that. I don't expect the vast majority of people to even listen to me let alone believe what I'm saying but it is the truth and it is reality. I'm just supposed to share what is happening with those who have eyes to see.
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Spencer
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TLDR: Prepare for harvest!

The apartment was cheap, but not suspiciously so, especially given the relatively decrepit state of it. It was a 1 bedroom affair, the building itself constructed at some point before the Great Depression, and it certainly showed its age. The bathroom was prone to mold, the windows let in a draft even when closed, and the fact that it was up 6 flights of stairs in a building where the elevator seemed perpetually out of order certainly didn't help. However, beyond these usual allowances made for an affordable apartment in a city such as mine, there were no outward signs that anything wrong with the place. There were never any strange noises, unusual cold spots in the center of rooms, no eerie lights. For all intents and purposes, the apartment appeared utterly mundane.
It took me a frankly embarrassing amount of time to notice the door. 7 months in fact. I've never been much of a night owl, and on the rare occasions when I did have reason to be up in the wee hours my time was generally spent in someone else's bedroom.
At first, when I noticed the door, I assumed that I was hallucinating. I was, after all, in a fairly inebriated state, having just returned from a rather pleasant evening of laughter and debauchery. I already had experienced considerable difficulty in extricating my key from my apartment's lock, so I figured it was more likely that something had gone wrong with my perception rather than the unlikely scenario that a wood paneled door had suddenly materialized in my living room where previously there had only been wall.
It was old fashioned looking, with a shiny brass knob and wood the color of old leather. I shook my head for a moment and blinked, squinting at the object. The door was still there. I rubbed my eyes and closed them, counting down from 10. When I'd finished, I opened my eyes again. The door was still there. I'm not exactly sure what I thought counting down from 10 was supposed to accomplish. Beyond one mercifully brief experience with salvia at a very bad party, I'd never experienced hallucinations before, so I was sort of going off of what I'd seen in movies and TV shows.
There was something intensely unnerving about the door. It emanated a feeling of primal wrongness, I instinctually knew that I was gazing at something totally in violation of the natural order. It took a lot of willpower to do what I did next.
Having exhausted all other apparent options to my disorganized mind, I moved on to the next logical stage of inquiry; I tried to open it. The doorknob was cold to the touch, arctic even. It felt like touching the inside of a freezer. A shiver ran down my back, though I can't be sure in retrospect if it was entirely from the temperature. I tried to turn the knob. It didn't budge.
An immense sigh of relief escaped my lungs, releasing a breath that I didn't know I was holding in. Trying to think of what else I could do, I pulled out my phone and snapped a quick photo of the thing, sending it to my landlord, with a caption somewhere along the lines of "wtf is this dude, y is there a new door???"
Nodding sagely to myself, as if I had succeeded in doing anything of note, I stumbled my way into my bedroom and locked the door before falling into blissful slumber.
I awoke to the incessant screeching of my alarm clock loudly informing me that it was 7 o' clock, about 6 hours from when I had fallen asleep. I slammed my fist against "off" button and rubbed the sleep from my eyes with my other hand. In following with my usual morning routine, I then pulled out my phone and checked through my notifications.
Alongside the usual torrent of internet pseudo-acquaintances posting pictures of their brunches and whatnot was a text message from my landlord. "What are you talking about Christina", it read, "is this photoshop or something?"
At first, I didn't understand what he was referring to, but when the rusted gears of my sleepy (and hungover) brain finally started turning, I immediately jumped out of bed and scuttled over to the spot where the door had been just 6 hours prior. I did so with the intent of recording a video to further prove its existence to my skeptical landlord... but I was greeted with nothing but wall.
I texted my landlord an apology, lying and saying it was just a poorly thought out prank. Then I popped into my car and drove down to the local electronics store to purchase a camera from the grumpy underpaid college student behind the register.
Making my way over to the photography section, I searched a long while for the option that simultaneously fit my budget and the requirements for my investigation. Eventually, I found just the item.
It was a trailcam, the sort of thing hunters and geriatrics with too many acres of land and not enough hobbies use to observe wildlife. It had an SD card with enough space for several hours of blurry, black and white nightvision video, and most importantly it was cheap. I paid for my prize with the surly cashier and made my way happily back to my apartment.
I set it up securely in front of where the door had previously appeared, and, feeling like a genius, went about the rest of my day. I fell asleep that night secure in the knowledge that by morning I would have proof of what I had seen the night before.
The next morning, I rushed over excitedly to my living room, feeling like a child on Christmas morning. My giddy excitement died as I stepped into the living room, noticing the complete lack of the trailcam. Old Saint Nick appeared to have shit in my stocking.
I made my way back to the electronics store, forced once again into interacting with the student behind the register for whom my very existence seemed to be an inconvenience. Upon noticing my arrival, he sighed heavily. "Can I help you ma'am?" he said, emphasizing the last word with the same inflection one might say intestinal parasite.
"I'm looking for a cheap camera that will stream video directly to my computer." I said, trying my best to avoid mimicking the man's petulant tone.
Shrugging his shoulders and releasing another drawn out sigh, the cashier shuffled his way over to the photography section and picked out a small camera, rather similar to the last one I purchased, but approximately twice as much in terms of cost. "Do you have anything cheaper?" I asked, trying my best to sound polite.
"No." declared the cashier, with all the compassion of an exterminator crushing a cockroach beneath a steel toed boot.
I ended up paying the exorbitant price on my already abused credit card, and grumpily stalked back to the apartment to set up the new equipment, knowing I wouldn't get to see it after the night was over.
Nevertheless, I had to know how the door got there, and I needed to have irrefutable evidence.
The process to set up the new camera was a bit more involved than the last. There was all manner of fiddling about with connecting the device to my WiFi network and installing some new software to my computer, but by the time it was over it successfully uploaded footage directly to my hard drive where I could watch it at my leisure.
I went to bed that night wondering what I would do with the footage after I acquired it. After all, I couldn't really go to the police with it, could I? Excuse me officer, I imagined myself saying, but a mysterious door appears in my apartment at night, and I was wondering if you could send someone around to take a look? I'd end up institutionalized. Similarly, it's not like I could go to the newspapers either. I live in a big city, and the reporters have more important fish to fry than transient doors.
At some point while I pondered my options, I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew I was awakened by the banshee cries of my alarm clock, angrily informing me that it was once again 7 o' clock.
I jumped out of bed, excitedly moving over to my computer to check the footage, finding that there was about 5 hours of video. I had turned on the camera at around 10 o' clock PM, so that meant whatever happened to the camera occurred at about 3 AM.
I set the video to fast forward and watched it carefully. The first 2 hours or so showed nothing, just the regular blank wall. At exactly 12 o' clock, however, static engulfed the screen, and suddenly the old wooden door simply appeared, as if it had always been there. I rewound the footage and played it at normal speed, trying to discern anything that would show how the door suddenly manifested in the wall of my apartment, but the static was far too heavy to tell. The video simply got incredibly distorted for around 10 seconds, and suddenly the static dissipated and there was the door.
Even on video, just looking at it gave me the chills. That sense of complete and utter wrongness came through even from the screen. I shivered slightly and set the video on fast forward yet again. There was no change in the door for nearly 3 hours, but as the video crept closer and closer to the end, I switched it back to normal speed with about a minute to spare.
As I watched, the door began to slowly open. There was no microphone built into the camera, but I could imagine the ancient hinges creaking. I could feel my palms begin to sweat as I stared, transfixed. I glanced at the time remaining on the video, it was only around 30 seconds.
As the video progressed onwards, the door eventually swung fully open, revealing a black, yawning void beyond it. Static began to gather at the corners of the screen, increasing in intensity as I vaguely discerned something moving in the darkness. The quality was rapidly degrading, and I couldn't tell any specifics, but it moved in an almost spider-like manner, skittery and deeply unnerving. It seemed just about to come into view when the footage fully dissolved into static and the video ended abruptly.
I leaned back in my chair, contemplating my next move. While the video had certainly convinced me that I wasn't just going crazy, I knew that it wouldn't exactly convince the average person. I could easily have added in the static with editing, and the vague movement behind the door could just be computer generated effects or some sort of puppet. After a few minutes of pondering, I came up with an idea.
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"I'm sorry, what?" exclaimed Lilith, who was trying hard not to choke on her iced coffee.
"A door. It appears in my apartment at exactly midnight. I have it on video", I replied, sliding my phone across the table of the coffee shop.
I first met Lilith in college, where we shared a course on the history of Gothic literature. She was a perfect picture of the stereotypical goth, with pierced septum, dyed black hair, pentacle earrings, and a wardrobe whose diversity of color could charitably be compared to that of a raven. We hadn't spoken in a long time, but I figured if there was anyone I should contact about this sort of thing, it would be her.
I'd condensed the 5 hours of footage down to a few minutes with the help of a free online video editor, and watched in slight amusement as Lilith's brow furrowed, her eyes glued to the screen. After the video ended, she seemed utterly amazed.
"Any thoughts?" I asked, pulling back my phone.
"This is some sort of joke, right? You're screwing with me?" she asked, utterly bewildered by what I had just shown her.
"No joke. No screwing around. I figured you'd be the one to ask about this, because of the whole, you know..." I said, gesturing at the leviathan cross emblazoned on her black t-shirt.
Lilith rolled her eyes at me and fidgeted nervously with one of her bracelets. "I'm not sure Christina, this seems a little bit outside of my pay grade. I don't really know what you expect me to do."
"I just need a witness of some kind. What I've got here isn't really enough to prove anything on its own, but if someone else sees it that might lend me a bit of credibility. If some random chick goes to the news complaining about a mysterious door appearing in her living room at midnight that's nothing, but if I get a witness then they might have to listen to me. Plus, I figured maybe you could, I don't know, set up some form of protective circle or sigil or something." As soon as the last words left my lips, I felt like a moron, but Lilith actually seemed to perk up a little bit.
"I mean, I guess that makes sense. How about tonight? I can come over at about 11 o' clock so we have a little bit of time to get ready", she said, a tinge of excitement in her voice.
"Sound's like a plan then, I'll text you my address. I really appreciate you doing this for me." We got up from the booth, exchanged hugs, and went our separate ways. I was skeptical about how much good Lilith's "magickal" expertise would do with regard to the unearthly door, but I had mainly mentioned it to get her interested.
I wish I hadn't.
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About 12 hours later, I heard a knock at the door (my front door, in this case, not the impossible one). I peeked through the peephole, saw it was Lilith, and I ushered her inside. She had brought with her a black leather bag, bulging with various books, candles, jars, and other occult accoutrements.
"That's a lot of stuff", I commented, gesturing towards the bag, "are you sure you'll need all of it?"
She shrugged. "I figured it's better to be safe than sorry. I'd rather be overprepared than come up short."
"Seems reasonable."
I showed her the spot of the blank wall where the door appears and she began setting up candles and incense, drawing strange signs with chalk, and pouring salt in a semi-circle in front of where the door would be. As she worked, she occasionally read out loud from some cheap paperbacks with titles like "The Witch's Bible" and "The Unquiet Dead: A Field Guide to the Afterlife".
To be entirely honest it was incredibly underwhelming. I didn't feel any "mystical energies" or unseen vistas of space and time yawning before me. There was just a goth screwing around with some candles while reciting mangled Latin out of books she got for 4.99 apiece at a charity shop.
Nevertheless, I let Lilith get on with her business and sat back drinking some cheap beer. After about 45 minutes she seemed satisfied. The floor and walls were covered with crude sigils done in white chalk, and the whole room smelt of incense and scented candles. I checked my watch, seeing it was 11:48.
I offered Lilith a drink but she declined, instead just taking a seat and fidgeting a bit with her jewelry. We talked for a while about what the door could be, where it came from, that sort of thing. Lilith seemed convinced it was must be the restless spirit of a former tenant, but I was a bit skeptical. While at this point I could no longer honestly say I didn't believe in the supernatural, this didn't necessarily strike me as some sort of haunting.
"I don't think it's a ghost", I said, taking a sip from my near empty can, "it strikes me as something further beyond our realm of experience than that. Something, I don't know, alien somehow. I mean it changes reality itself doesn't it? It transmutes a wall to a door, and let me tell you that door was real wood and the knob was real metal. Aren't ghosts supposed to be intangible or something?"
Lilith seemed like she was about to say something before she paused, a weird look crossing her face. "Christina, what time is it?" she whispered.
I checked my watch, the digital face reading out 12:07. I turned to see the door. It had been there for 7 minutes and we hadn't even noticed its arrival. Something about us not having realized it was there bothered me far more than its materialization. Was it possible that I'd passed by it in the apartment before and just never noticed it? I'd previously assumed that I'd simply always been asleep or out of the apartment when it materialized, but now I wasn't so sure.
Lilith had turned to look at it too, after a moment saying "It's like it's always been there."
The next 3 hours passed slowly, painfully. We snapped plenty of pictures of the door at every conceivable angle on our respective phones, videos too, and decided that after it disappeared again we should take footage of the bare wall for contrast. Lilith and I chatted a bit, but it was hard to continue conversations for long. Now that we had noticed it, we could feel the wrongness emanating out from the door, as if we were being watched by something just out of sight.
I don't know if there is such a thing as true evil, some sort of absolute moral right and wrong on a spiritual level. But being near that door, I felt like I was bearing witness to an atrocity against reality itself. We spent the last 2 hours of observation in nearly complete silence. It seemed like the longer we were cognizant of the door, the worse the feeling of discomfort got. If you've ever been on a roller coaster, you'll be familiar with the feeling of going up the track towards a long drop, the tension in your very blood as you brace yourself for the fall to come. As we sat there, I felt something similar.
I almost wanted to call the whole thing off, just have Lilith and I go to a 24 hour fast food place or something and call it a night. But I had to know.
Unlike with the door's appearance, we noticed when it started to open. We sat there, paralyzed with fear and excitement as it slowly started to creak open, the worn hinges squealing just as I thought they would. The room grew significantly colder, until we were both shivering intensely. Behind the door was void, absolutely void. It was black as the depths of the ocean and emanated pure dread. The smell of incense and scented candles seemed to dissipate, replaced with a vague stench like rotting seaweed.
Finally, the entrance was swung fully open, and we sat there, staring blankly into it. We didn't even try to pull out our phones to record what we saw. The thought to do so didn't cross my mind until well after.
I could see something start to move in the darkness beyond, some sort of motion, spidery, skittering. It was coming towards us. I caught a vague glimpse of a long, thin limb reaching out from the door, coming towards us, grasping blindly from out of the dark, and then-
I felt the sun shining on my face, my entire body sore.
I opened my eyes to find myself lying on the ground, outside. There were trees overhead, but the foliage wasn't dense enough to block out the light which had awoken me. All things being equal, I would have preferred my alarm clock.
I stood up, painfully, taking stock of my surroundings. I was in a park, one which I had been to before, located a couple miles from my apartment. I looked for my phone, but couldn't find it. I began to stumble my way back home, trying my best to ignore my aching muscles. I called out for Lilith a couple times, but was met only with silence. She was gone.
As I limped my way along, a passing jogger called out "Nice tattoo". Confused, I looked down at my arm.
Burned into my flesh in white letters, as if through frostbite, were the words "BRING MORE".

The car is a Renault Twingo from 2013 with 79,000 miles. So it is not that old, or not that many miles. And Renault are not especially known for rust (as much as every car rusts). Asking price is 2100. Which I think it is a good price. The car also has the newer shape.
Anyway, the MOTs are a big weird:

• 30 May 2023 PASS. 79122 miles. No advisories. (I think it was passed by the current seller, a garage who does MOTs).
  
• 18 May 2023 FAIL. 79120 miles. Based on the mileage this must also be the same MOT centre. They said:
  

Do not drive until repaired (dangerous defects):
Offside Front Driver's seat insecure (6.2.5 (a) (ii))
Repair immediately (major defects):
Nearside Rear Coil spring fractured or broken (5.3.1 (b) (i))
Nearside Front Service brake excessively fluctuating (1.2.1 (e))
Offside Front Service brake excessively fluctuating (1.2.1 (e))
Monitor and repair if necessary (advisories):
Offside Front Track rod end ball joint has slight play (2.1.3 (b) (i))
None of this are too bad, and there's no advisory for rust.

• 26 September 2022 PASS. 73928. No advisories.
  
• 2 August 2022 PASS. 73577. Following advisories, including corroded subframe:
  

Monitor and repair if necessary (advisories):
Offside Front Brake disc worn, pitted or scored, but not seriously weakened LIGHT SCORING (1.1.14 (a) (ii))
Nearside Rear Tyre slightly damaged (5.2.3 (d) (ii))
Nearside Rear Tyre slightly damaged/cracking or perishing (5.2.3 (d) (ii))
Nearside Front Anti-roll bar linkage pin or bush worn but not resulting in excessive movement (5.3.4 (a) (i))
Offside Front Anti-roll bar linkage pin or bush worn but not resulting in excessive movement (5.3.4 (a) (i))
Front Sub-frame corroded but not seriously weakened (5.3.3 (b) (i))
Offside Rear Tyre worn close to legal limit/worn on edge (5.2.3 (e))

• 1 August 2022 FAIL. 73576 miles:

Repair immediately (major defects):
Offside Front Tyre has a cut in excess of the requirements deep enough to reach the ply or cords (5.2.3 (d) (i))
Offside Front Headlamp aim too far to the right (4.1.2 (a))
Nearside Front Track rod end ball joint has excessive play (2.1.3 (b) (i))
Offside Front Track rod end ball joint has excessive play (2.1.3 (b) (i))
Offside Front Suspension arm ball joint excessively worn (5.3.4 (a) (i))
Monitor and repair if necessary (advisories):
Parking brake lever defective but can be satisfactorily operated (1.1.6 (d))
Offside Front Brake disc worn, pitted or scored, but not seriously weakened LIGHT SCORING (1.1.14 (a) (ii))
Nearside Rear Tyre slightly damaged (5.2.3 (d) (ii))
Nearside Front Tyre slightly damaged/cracking or perishing (5.2.3 (d) (ii))
Nearside Rear Tyre slightly damaged/cracking or perishing (5.2.3 (d) (ii))
Offside Rear Tyre slightly damaged/cracking or perishing (5.2.3 (d) (ii))
Nearside Front Tyre worn close to legal limit/worn on edge (5.2.3 (e))
Nearside Front Anti-roll bar linkage pin or bush worn but not resulting in excessive movement (5.3.4 (a) (i))
Offside Front Anti-roll bar linkage pin or bush worn but not resulting in excessive movement (5.3.4 (a) (i))
Front Sub-frame corroded but not seriously weakened (5.3.3 (b) (i))
Offside Rear Nail in tyre

• 2 March 2021 PASS. 66318 miles. Following advisories:

Monitor and repair if necessary (advisories):
Parking brake lever defective but can be satisfactorily operated (1.1.6 (d))
Offside Rear Tyre slightly damaged/cracking or perishing (5.2.3 (d) (ii))

• 2 March 2021 FAIL. 66317:

Do not drive until repaired (dangerous defects):
Offside Front Anti-roll bar linkage insecure and impairing directional stability (5.3.3 (a) (ii))
Nearside Front Track rod end ball joint worn to the extent there is a serious risk of detachment (2.1.3 (b) (ii))
Offside Front Track rod end ball joint worn to the extent there is a serious risk of detachment (2.1.3 (b) (ii))
Repair immediately (major defects):
Offside Rear Brake pipe excessively corroded ACROSS REAR AXEL (1.1.11 (c))
Nearside Front Inner Brake disc significantly and obviously worn (1.1.14 (a) (i))
Offside Front Inner Brake disc significantly and obviously worn (1.1.14 (a) (i))
Front Windscreen wiper does not clear the windscreen effectively BOTH (3.4 (b) (ii))
Rear Registration plate lamp inoperative in the case of a single lamp or all lamps BOTH (4.7.1 (b) (ii))
Nearside Rear Inner Body mounting fixings insecure FILTER HANGING OFF THE UNDERSIDE OF THE VEHICLE (6.2.2 (c) (i))
Nearside Front Anti-roll bar linkage pin or bush excessively worn (5.3.4 (a) (i))
Monitor and repair if necessary (advisories):
Parking brake lever defective but can be satisfactorily operated (1.1.6 (d))
Offside Rear Tyre slightly damaged/cracking or perishing (5.2.3 (d) (ii))

• 18 April 2019. Pass. 55612 miles:

Monitor and repair if necessary (advisories):
Offside Rear Brake pipe corroded, covered in grease or other material (1.1.11 (c))
Offside Rear Tyre slightly damaged/cracking or perishing (5.2.3 (d) (ii))
Overall as you can see the MOT pattern is very irregular. April 2019. March 2021. August 2022. September 2022. May 2023.
My main concern is the corroded subframe that appeared in the August 2022 tests. So almost 1 year ago. But then they dissapear in the september test and in the may test. Not even as advisories.
I guess the best answer would be to go and check it. But I just don't have the knowledge to do that. I passed my test the other day.

I worked as a park ranger in Northern Alaska for years, from when I was in my early twenties until my mid-thirties. At first, when I took the job, I was trying to escape, but over time, I learned to love it- the endless wilderness, the snow-capped mountains, the muffled way everything sounded during blizzards. With no light pollution, the stars up there look like tiny chips of diamond. And during the winter, the Northern Lights roll in, twisting and shimmering in strange, alien colors.
But a few years ago, things got much worse. People up here have started to go missing at an alarming rate. And I started having strange experiences around the park and the nature preserve.
One of the strangest parts of my story started on a freezing, dark night in 2018. I was on a snowmobile out in a terrible blizzard. The conditions were nearly to the point of being impassable. The snow was falling so thick and fast that it looked like a moving, shimmering wall of white on all sides of me.
Another ranger, a huge, lumbering man named ‘Ace’ Acosta, pulled up behind me on a second snowmobile. I looked at him, standing six foot six with majestic peaks stretching up into the night sky, and thought about what a great picture this would make. As I was looking around, I saw the faint tracks in the snow. Ace’s snowmobile lights were pointed in their direction, and I had been standing almost on top of them without realizing it- which is fairly easy to do when a few inches of snow are falling every hour.
At first, I thought it was the frozen tracks of an injured animal. I saw the drops of blood soaked into the superficial ice first. Following their direction with my eyes, I realized there were footprints pressed into the frozen crust leading away from me and towards the flat stretch of the tundra. I squinted, getting down on my knees and leaning inwards. I didn’t want to trample the tracks.
I quickly realized I was looking at human footprints- naked human footprints. But who would be out here in December in -40 degree winds without shoes? They would die rapidly out here. Just for me to drive across the tundra on a snowmobile required me to wear three jackets, long-johns, snow pants, thick jeans, a ski mask and multiple layers of socks and gloves with hand-warmers. I wore special water-proof boots with composite toes that wouldn’t freeze like steel toes. And despite all of this, I was still cold.
I moved forward, and saw handprints mixed in with the footprints, all of them bloody. The ice was thick enough to slice open human hands and feet, undoubtedly. The logical conclusion was unshakable- someone had crawled through here, maybe naked, on all fours, and their frozen body would be somewhere up ahead. I sighed, turning to Acosta. He still stood in the same position, his face covered in a red scarf with only his eyes showing. I saw one ice-covered eyebrow raise questioningly.
“I think we got us a body somewhere nearby,” I said, getting back on my snowmobile and starting it. He did the same.
“What kind of freaked-out tweaker would be walking around here without clothes on?” Ace asked in his deep baritone. “Man, I need a hit of whatever that guy’s on. I’ve got two sweaters and two winter jackets on, and I’m still cold. Eh, Kelton? Eh? What do you say?” He started elbowing me jokingly. I frowned, not responding.
Ace always had a smart aleck remark. He was next to me when I was interviewed for this job originally, down at the recruitment center in Washington state. The old lady doing the interviewing was a bloodless, angry-looking specimen of a woman with huge glasses that magnified her eyes twice over. She spat out each of the questions like a drill sergeant talking to fresh meat in the Army.
“Are you a member of any organized religion?” she had asked brusquely. Ace shook his head.
“No, ma’am, but I am a member of a disorganized religion,” he said. “We call ourselves ‘the Servants of the Old Ones’. We’re waiting for the ancient reptilian gods at the bottom of the ocean to awaken. So far, however, they haven’t responded to any of our texts.” I thought about this as I revved the engine twice, a sign that I was about to pull off and that he should stay close.
We took off, going slow and following the tracks as close as possible without destroying them. But the tracks just kept going, the bloodstains seeming to grow fainter as we moved forward- and strangely enough, the distance between the hand and footprints also started to get longer, as if someone were running on all fours and speeding up. We were nearing the beginning of the forest of evergreens when I saw a white flash just up ahead.
The thing that ran from us was humanoid, but I knew at once that it was no person. It ran on hands and feet, totally naked, its skin a pale, lifeless white color. It turned its head towards the lights of the snowmobiles briefly. I saw a hairless creature with skin that clung tightly to its simian body, its lips permanently pulled back from its mouth as if they were eaten away. Underneath it showed mottled black and red gums covered in thick, clotted blood. Its nose appeared as little more than two irregular holes, and its eyes- they reflected the light of the snowmobiles, like the eyes of a raccoon or opossum. They were huge and sunken in its starving, monstrous face.
And I saw what was leaving the bloody trails. The creature was, as far as I could tell, totally uninjured. In its permanently grinning mouth, between rows of crooked, sharp, blood-stained teeth, it held the body of an infant. The baby’s head lolled from side to side, the neck seemingly broken, and blood dripped constantly from its mouth and nose. It had deep puncture marks in its tiny parka, half-rings of teeth marks that must have broken its ribs. The bloodstains on the snow were becoming fainter, because the heart was no longer pumping in the body of the one leaving them.
I had a loaded rifle inside my snowmobile, and kept a 12-gauge shotgun slung around my back, mostly in case of bear or moose attack. I always kept the shotgun loaded with slugs, which were, in my experience, the most versatile ammunition for stopping any large animal. The .308 might take down a polar bear, at least with a good headshot, or it might just piss it off on a bad day. But a shotgun slug to the head or heart will stop any bear or moose in its tracks.
Of course, this was no polar bear ahead of me. For all I knew, it was something far worse. I looked down at the speedometer to see I was going twenty miles an hour, in the dark, in a blizzard. And yet this strange humanoid creature was still losing us, its seemingly never-ending store of energy still sending it forward at a superhuman speed. Its pale, bony legs and arms pumped back and forth so fast that they were just a blur. It kept its sharp teeth around the nape of the dead infant’s neck, like a mother cat carrying its young.
I kept one hand on the steering wheel while trying to free the strap of my shotgun over my head. I slowed down below twenty, and the creature responded by going even faster. It was making a break for the mountain forests that started only a few hundred feet away. I got the gun free and quickly stopped the snowmobile and raised it. I centered the sights, taking a deep breath to steady myself, and fired.
I missed, though I don’t know by how much. Shotguns had the drawback of being significantly less accurate at further distances than the rifle. But by the time I got the .308 out, I knew the creature would have long since disappeared in the thick brush and trees. By this point, Ace had also stopped and opened fire, but the creature had already gone.
“God damn!” Ace screamed. “That was one fast motherfucker. I can’t believe he got away after all that.” I heaved a deep sigh.
“I think we better go find out where he got that baby from,” I said. “We might have a lot more corpses on our hands than we realize.”
***
We found a radio in the snowmobile and messaged in what had happened, or at least the basic gist of it. I left out the part about naked, half-human abominations, and said that it was an unknown animal. There wasn’t much law enforcement up in these parts, because, hell, there were barely any people. The rangers as well as fish and wildlife agents regularly worked with the police officers in small towns, at least those that had police officers. Dozens of the local tribal villages had no police at all. These people would come to forest rangers and fish and wildlife agents most of all, and were always some of the county’s friendliest and most helpful residents.
By the time we got back to the original blood-stained footprints, the snow had covered up the tracks completely. However, based on the direction that the creature had been going and where the tracks had come from, I thought I knew where it might have started. Following the path in a nearly straight line led to the Lutna Peak Trailer Park. Ace and I drove off at max speed across the rolling hills and flat plains, the snow coming faster and heavier now. They say eskimos have dozens of words for snow, and after being a ranger up here, I can say I’ve seen every variation of it a thousand times. This was turning into the kind that was wet with huge flakes and tended to stick to everything. We would probably have to find refuge soon, especially if it got any heavier.
I heard the screaming before I saw the commotion. As we came around the sharp right turn where the dirt road turned into the trailer park, I saw dozens of people out, flitting like gnats around one of the trailers at the back corner of the park. All of the lights were on in that particular trailer, and I saw one woman comforting another who was bent over and crying.
Even though almost everyone knew us here, I pulled out my badge identifying me as a federal law enforcement officer. Up here, all the rangers were technically federal agents, allowed to carry guns and make arrests like typical police, except we were licensed under the Department of the Interior rather than under state law enforcement agencies.
I ran into the trailer, and after one long glance around the place, I knew there was no need to call for any ambulances. Ace followed close behind me, his heavy, thudding footsteps shaking the trailer slightly as he ascended the steps. We said nothing for a long moment. The entire family was dead.
There was blood everywhere, even spotting the ceilings. Most of it had frozen in the cold, and I wondered how long the door had been left open. Body parts were scattered across the floor, an arm in the corner of the room, a head standing up on the kitchen counter, even a random tooth embedded into the sheetrock. The savagery was brutal, and the amount of strength required to carry out such an attack must have been extraordinary.
“I think we’re going to need a lot more people on this than just me and you,” Ace said. I nodded, already bone-tired, and with so much more work to do tonight before I could go to sleep.
We phoned both state and federal authorities in the area. Since much of the land was tribally owned, we had to deal with multiple branches. Eventually we got CSI out there in the middle of a snowstorm, though they had to come from over three hours away. We just secured the scene while we waited, constantly being brought into neighboring trailers where townsfolk would tell us the latest gossip. They also brought us hot coffee and tried to milk us for any information we might have, as they usually did in such situations.
“No, Maggie, honest,” Ace was saying to one old lady wrapped up in an ancient fur coat, “I don’t know any more about it than you do. You can be sure that you’d know if I did.” By that point, police cars were slowly pulling in, one by one. Ace and I told them a simplified version of the night’s events, said goodnight and left the scene to them. I went home and took a scalding hot shower, trying to force the night’s coldness out of my bones. Then I slept deeply, though I had nightmares of that creature’s face turning to me, holding a dead baby in its mouth and marking me with its emotionless, reflective eyes. I didn’t know it then, but that would be the last time I would sleep in a bed for many days.
***
The state police assigned us an officer the next day, stating they wanted an official representative of their interests involved in the case. It was, by this point, a fairly high-priority case. We didn’t even have many assaults or robberies up here, less likely murders, and the murder of an entire family really stirred up the locals. The fact that the CSI techs couldn’t make heads or tails of it made it even worse. They hadn’t even agreed on whether it was done by humans or animals or a combination of the two, like men with fighting dogs who went berserk. With no leads, they wanted us to go back to where we had seen the creature the previous night and see what we could find.
The police officer who would be tagging us, a woman named Officer Melinda Jansen, had the look of someone who just started a new job, and doesn’t realize how terrible it is yet. She was all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and when she shook my hand, she nearly crushed the bones together under her iron grip. I saw Ace wince slightly when he shook her hand too. When she turned her back, he looked at me with one eyebrow raised, as if he were saying, “What can you do?”
It didn’t take us long to find the spot from the previous night. When we got close to the forest where the creature disappeared, I saw a branch that had been hit by a shotgun blast, and knew we were right on the money. In the daytime, I saw that there was a slight, curving trail through the trees here, maybe an old deer trail. It was just wide enough for us to take our snowmobiles through if we went slow. Occasionally, I would have to get off, being in the lead, and move large branches that lay across the path, but overall it was faster going than I had expected.
The trail followed across the top of a rolling hill, went down and then spiraled up around a mountain. We were high now, at least 7,000 feet above sea level, and the view went for hundreds of miles. It was breath-taking, seeing the frozen white landscape below us, mountains lining one horizon and the Arctic Ocean on another. A couple hundred feet ahead of us, however, the trail just stopped. I saw an opening in the mountain. Slowly bringing my snowmobile up, I looked into it and saw what looked like naturally-formed stone hallways.
The halls sloped down at a steep angle without stairs. An eerie silence radiated from the gradually thickening darkness. The other two snowmobiles cut out right behind mine, and Officer Jansen came walking up, flicking on her LED headlamp. Immediately, I saw a strip of light blue cloth. I walked forward, bending down to confirm what I had already suspected: that this was a piece of the missing infant’s clothing.
“That looks like more than enough cause to me. Let’s do this,” Jansen said. “I’d like to be back before sundown.” She kept walking without waiting for confirmation. Ace and I slung on our packs and turned on our headlamps. I tried using the radios and sat-phone to share our location, but neither was working. The bright, artificial lights showed that the natural stone walls of the hall just kept on descending into the mountain. A warm breeze blew past me, an acrid, sulfuric smell following in its wake.
“This is just a body recovery mission at this point,” I whispered to Ace, giving Officer Jansen a wide space so I could talk. “So why are we potentially risking our lives here? We should be waiting for back-up. We both know that the infant is dead, and has been for a while.”
“You know what I think…” Ace whispered conspiratorially, before a low shriek stopped us all in our tracks and ended conversation. I never did get to hear what he thought. By this point, it was much warmer than it had been outside, and I had the urge to start stripping off jackets. The shrieking had intensified, and was now being answered by dozens of others that surrounded further away in the stone halls.
Officer Jansen had pulled out her gun, which I saw with some astonishment was a .454 Ruger, a large caliber gun with good stopping power. I saw enough magazines strapped around her hips to decimate an entire herd of buffalo. I also pulled off my shotgun, making sure it was filled with lead slugs.
“Do you have any idea what we’re up against?” I asked her. Ace was right behind us, his shotgun already cocked and loaded, the muzzle pointed downwards. I was sweating heavily by this point. The air in the tunnel just kept getting warmer. It felt like I was walking into a sauna. Thin clouds of mist and droplets of hot condensation clung to the smooth granite ceilings. The hall continued to descend at the same steep rate, but now I could see something at the bottom: light.
“Not much more than you, really,” Officer Jansen said with a slight sneer. “My only advice is to shoot first and ask questions later. Kill anything that moves. This place has taken a lot of people already, people who were too fat and slow to watch their own backs…” I squinted as I examined the lights. They seemed to emanate from some sort of organism growing on the stone’s surface.
It wasn’t electrical lights, and it certainly wasn’t natural sunlight. It glowed like the lights of millions of fireflies, a purplish-blue color that painted the granite floors and walls in a totally different light. We were walking as quietly as possible by this point, but I still hadn’t seen anyone. We reached the bottom of the stone halls, where strange mushrooms glowed in the darkness, their mycelium giving off that black-light color everywhere as it stretched across the threshold of the opening. I turned off my LED, seeing my comrades do the same, then poked my head through, looking back and forth.
I saw more of those creatures from before, their lips missing, their skin pale, their eyes huge and rabid. They constantly twisted and snapped their heads to the left or right, as if hearing something only they could perceive. Two were dragging an elk that had been mutilated and torn down the middle. Another was dragging an old man’s dead body forward by the upraised legs. I saw the old man’s head was missing, his wrinkled hands trailing behind the body. I watched where all this activity was headed, then I gasped.
A huge, insectile monster sat lazily against the stone wall as these creatures brought it meat. The monster was so fat that I wasn’t even sure it could stand up. It had a blood-red, chitinous exterior with a hood like a rattlesnake’s that extended around its head. Its teeth trembled together constantly as it shoved more gory offerings into its mouth, sending blood gushing forwards in thick clotted rivulets that dripped down its chin. Its long, thin arms had sharp knife-like digits, and its six legs branched like those of a praying mantis, splayed out on each side of its body, shining a dark red color in the strange light of the chamber. Its belly stretched far in front of its body, and with horror, I saw it drop a cluster of eggs, each as big as a dog. Their surfaces writhed and trembled, looking tight and ready to burst at any moment.
The creatures that fed and cared for this monster rushed over, dragging the eggs to the corner of the warm chamber. I saw that there were dozens more of them over there, and that some had already hatched.
Whatever that monster was, it had already given birth, and now those things were walking around, totally free to kill anything, or anyone, they wanted.

I’ve had my PC for about 3 years now and about 2-3 weeks ago we were struck with a power outage while the pc was running. I haven’t had time to play games but after trying to play something yesterday, I noticed that my FireCuda SSD where only games are stored does not show up.
Here are my specs: - Gigabyte RTX 2070s - Aorus x570 pro - Ryzen 9 3900x - 32gb HyperX Fury RAM - 1TB Samsung M.2 (OS)(M.2a Slot) - 2TB FireCuda M.2 (M.2b Slot) - 4TB Kingston SATA HDD - CoolerMaster H500m - 9x 140mm TT RGB Plus
Here is what I’ve already tried: - Reboot PC, the SSD shows itself about once per five reboots but results in an error if I try to open any folders. Diskpart/list disk is always unable to find the drive. Sometimes Diskmgmt shows the drive but cannot format it and it goes way after rescanning. - SSD works in a separate PC and has been formatted but the problem persists. - The event viewer throws an error ob the „RaidPort3“ which corresponds to the M.2b socket on the motherboard. - Clearing CMOS had no effect. - Updating BIOS had no effect. - There is no visual component damage anywhere on the motherboard, CPU or SSD. - All other functions appear to work like they should.
My best guess would be a broken motherboard chipset. Unlike the M.2a slot which is directly connected to the CPU, the M.2b slot goes via the chipset.
Does anyone have some advice what else I should try before I pretty much have to purchase a new motherboard? (Unfortunately all motherboards that I could consider are sold out or unavailable.. but that is also partly because I need a certain amount of internal slots/headers which aren’t common)

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