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I spent several hours constructing this set of instructions for chat Gpt to write prompts for midjourney and wanted to share it to help the community. If you have any suggestions for changes please let me know. So far it has been working great although once and a while I have to remind it to condense the prompt
1 I'm going to explain how to create detailed and specific generative image prompts for midjourney. Follow these guidelines carefully to ensure that you craft the perfect prompts for generating images tailored to your preferences. 1. Begin each prompt with “/imagine prompt:”. 2. Use commas for soft breaks and double colons (::) for hard breaks to separate distinct concepts. You can also use numerical weights (e.g., “::2” or “::5”) after double colons to emphasize certain sections. These are placed after the word that’s being emphasized, not before. 3. To discourage the use of a concept, use negative image weights (e.g., “::-1”) these are placed after the word that’s being depreciated 4. Incorporate descriptive language and specific details, such as camera angles, artists’ names, lighting, styles, processing techniques, camera settings, post-processing terms, and effects. 5. To emulate the style of specific photographers, designers, or directors, use phrases like “photographed by,” “designed by,” or “directed by,” followed by the individual’s name. 6. Include multiple image processing technologies and terms for the desired effects and image quality. 7. Use your creativity to incorporate various lighting scenarios into the images. 8. Adjust aspect ratios with the “—ar” parameter and image weights if necessary. 9. Add customization parameters, such as quality and additional settings, at the end of the prompt. Include the "--chaos" parameter for variation in results. The range is 1-100 10. Use specific shades of primary colors and experiment with different styles. 11. Keep prompts creative, descriptive, and detailed, incorporating numerous keywords for the desired effect. 12. Use "--stylize" for different styles/effects. Tel he stylize parameter can range from 100-1000 13. Use the --stop parameter to finish a Job partway through the process. Stopping a Job at an earlier percentage can create blurrier, less detailed results. --stop accepts values: 10–100. The default --stop value is 100. 14. Avoid banned words like "bloody," "nude," "mccurry," and "gore." 15. Enhance the desired effect with keywords like "photorealism," "highly detailed," "intricate details," "photorealistic," and "high quality." 16. Be creative, specific, and descriptive, drawing from renowned images, artists, photographers, architects, and directors to mimic their styles. You can also blend their styles by mentioning more than one. 17. Create forms of art by using words like Photorealism, Hyperrealism, Naturalism, Impressionism, Expressionism, Surrealism, Cubism, Futurism, Pop art, Minimalism, Abstract Expressionism, Post-impressionism, Art nouveau, Art deco, Renaissance, Baroque, Rococo, Romanticism, Classicism, Modernism, Contemporary art, Abstract art, Conceptual art, Performance art, Installation art, Land art, Video art, Street art, and Graffiti art. 18. Specify specific camera angles, such as selfies, panoramic views, GoPro images, fish-eye, or satellite view. 19. Only use possible parameters listed in the original instructions. 20. Utilize words like "award-winning," "masterpiece," "photoreal," "highly detailed," "intricate details," and "cinematic" for more realistic images. 21. Finish the prompt with just the parameters, without adding anything else. Possible keyword inputs include specific camera angles, artists' names, lighting, styles, processing techniques, camera settings, post-processing terms, effects, primary colors, image processing technologies, aspect ratios, quality settings, customization parameters, art forms, and descriptive adjectives.
To create a highly detailed and specific image prompt, consider incorporating elements such as the architect's name, architectural style (e.g., Gothic, Art Deco, Brutalist, or Bauhaus), art tools used (e.g., brushes, palette knives, or digital software), geometry (e.g., circular, angular, or fractal patterns), dimensions (e.g., 2D, 3D, or isometric), symmetry or asymmetry, artistic styles (e.g., impressionism, cubism, or pointillism), composition (e.g., rule of thirds, golden ratio, or balanced), perspective (e.g., bird's-eye view, worm's-eye view, or one-point perspective), focal points, depth of field, textures (e.g., rough, smooth, or grainy), materials used (e.g., oil paint, watercolor, or charcoal), color schemes (e.g., monochromatic, complementary, or analogous), lighting (e.g., soft, harsh, or backlit), mood or atmosphere (e.g., serene, dramatic, or mysterious), time of day (e.g., dawn, dusk, or midday), and any specific cultural or historical influences. By incorporating a combination of these specific keywords and details into your prompt, you can create a rich and vivid image that captures your exact vision.
Here are some examples of prompts. Please evaluate and learn from these prompts. They are just examples. As you can see they can vary widely on the possibilities. You are not limited to these by any means. After these examples I will give you a command.
/imagine prompt: perspective, curious old secret town of the fairies, seascape, cascading cafe shops and candy houses, victorian, animation art, fantasy, translucent color wash, serene, cinematic, smooth, detailed, soft palette, hyperrealism, very small aperture, clear reflection, post production, post-processing, 8k, retouch, HDR, Super-Resolution, Soft Lighting, Ray Tracing Global Illumination, Crystalline, Lumen Reflections :: --style Howard Behrens --style djamilaknopf --style ghibli::1.7 --style François Schuiten :: animated by Madhouse INC, by Studio Trigger, CGI, unreal engine 5, zelda, vray render, Procreate, Trending on Pixiv and artstation and pinterest --ar 9:15 --s 3700 --c 7 --q 3
realistic medieval house, lego art, rococo art. The photograph is illuminated by natural light, streaming in from a nearby window and enhances the vivid colors. The shallow depth of field draws the viewer's eye, creating a visually enticing Image --ar 9:16 --s 600 --q 2 --v 5
/imagine prompt: perspective, curious old secret town of vampire hunter d, cascading cafe shops and potion shops, art nouveau, animation art, fantasy, overgrown with lush vegetation, cinematic, smooth, detailed, hyperrealism, very small aperture, clear reflection, post production, post-processing, 8k, retouch, HDR, Super-Resolution, Soft Lighting, Ray Tracing Global Illumination, Lumen Reflections, pastel color palette, cute, harry potter feeling --ar 1:3
/imagine prompt: colour line art of an overgrown fantasy fairy house, illustration, single entity, one entity, centred image, white background, high definition, detailed concept art, greg rutkowski, asher brown durand, renato mucillo, shinkai makoto style, --v 4 --ar 2:3
/imagine prompt: character + beautiful female cryptopunk assassin + Cybernetic enhancements + Mandelbrot neuro web :: intricate galaxy inlay + ultra high detail, plasma neon internal glow, precise :: Android :: astral projection :: laser sharp, octane render + unreal render + photo real :: 8k, volumetric lighting high contrast --quality 2 --stop 80 --ar 9:16
/imagine prompt: hand-drawn, illustration, cartoon, anime, cute, Woman with a mermaid tail character turnaround sheet::1.6, 8k, intricate, long shot::1.5 --ar 16:10
/imagine prompt: An Award-winning close-up photo of a young woman, her face painted with tribal markings, gently resting her hand on the nose of a mighty African lion. Their eyes lock, conveying a deep connection and mutual respect between human and animal. Photo taken by Canon EOS 1DX camera with 85mm 1.2 lens --ar 16:9
/imagine prompt: Countryside river landscape, rolling hills and a winding river, rule of thirds composition, Impressionistic style, loose brushstrokes and visible textures, soft pastel palette, watercolor, distant mountains and a tree line in the background, warm afternoon sunlight casting long shadows, tranquil and peaceful mood, emphasis on natural textures like grass and flowing water, atmospheric perspective with softening details in the distance, river as the focal point, contrast between light and shadow areas, gentle movement in the water and swaying trees, evoking a sense of nostalgia and serenity. --ar 3:2 --s 500
/imagine prompt: dramatic scene, highly detailed labeled medical anatomy poster of a xenomorph + anatomical drawing on poster paper with notes illustrated by drew struzan --ar 9:16 --stylize 1000
/imagine prompt: old man modern Rocco style, flamboyant sunglasses, piercings, septum nose, deck tattoos, abstract suit dress pastel colors, eccentric white hair, Nikon photography, 200mm, hd --ar 1:2
/imagine prompt: starkvisionary Iron Man in rococo armor with a basilisk coiled around him, insanely detailed, opulent, ambient lighting, cinematic, cel shading, cell animation, chromatic aberration, watercolor and oil paint. ayami kojima style, marvel comic style, artgerm style, cafu style -- ar 1:2
/imagine prompt: Historical cinematic realism, versaille 1750, man wearing period servant's clothes, pushing rococo lawnmower, lawnmower made with porcelain gold and jewels ar 9:16
/imagine prompt: A beautiful female cybernetic cyberpunk soldier in the rain at night in a futuristic city, Realistic face, realistic hands, full body, hyper detailed dynamic scene, ultra photorealistic muted colors, photorealistic, epic composition Unreal Engine, color grading, ultra wide angle, depth of field, hyper detailed, beautifully coloured, crazy details, intricate details, Unreal Engine, cinematic, color grading, editorial photography, photography, photo shoot, DOF, Tilt Blur, White Balance, 32k, Super Resolution, Megapixels, ProPhoto RGB, Half Moon Lighting, Backlighting, Daylighting, Incandescent, Ambient Lighting, Cinematic Lighting, Studio Lighting, Cinematic, shot + photo taken by ARRI, photo taken by sony, photo taken by canon, photo taken by nikon, photo taken by hasselblad + incredibly detailed, sharpen, details + professional lighting, photography lighting + 50mm, 80mm, 100m + lightroom gallery + behance photography + unsplash, 14mm f/ 2. 8 -- ar 9:16
/imagine prompt: Surreal rococo android dystopia, light field photography, dynamic composition, unusual angle, ultra - sharp focus, intricate details, cinematic lighting, bokeh, By Chris Cunningham::1, By Vanessa Beecroft::0.75, By Emil Melmoth::0.5, By Brandon Woelfel::0.5, By Steven Klein::0.5, By Marc Lagrange::0.25, By HR Giger::0.25, By Ann Demeulemeester::0.25 -- ar 4:5
/imagine prompt: Just a woman, the essence of femininity, the poetry of a woman, concept art hdr, dynamic pose, glowing energy, ::Misty robes: a combination of rococo in style Guillermo Lorca painting ::Metamorphosis ::creations worn by the most beautiful women ::wonderful, sophisticated outfits ::beautiful make-up ::the best quality fabrics with floral ornaments ::wonderful and aesthetic fancy hairstyles ::everything flying in the sky ::dynamic pose ::fantastic eco interiors in the background, awarded fashion photos ::photorealistic :: bright elegant cinema ::golden ratio ::elite ::luxury concept art ::extremely neat, general and complex ::3D ::rendering :extremely detailed ::triad color ::dynamic composition ::zbrush art ::Photoshop, ultra resolution, extreme wide shot, surrealism, hyperrealism, surreal art, digital art, digital painting, digital illustration, concept art, professional design, world made of light, soft lighting, unreal engine, depth-of-field, 8k, hdr, Full HD, award winning photo, Canon DSLR photo, f/2.8 long exposure, 25mm --v 5 --q 2 --ar 2:3 --s 1000
/imagine prompt: section model of a 2 story Richard Meier building, architectural, cantilever, dynamic composition, asymmetrical composition, photorealism, Lens with Nikon d850, 28mm, Film Light, Overall Light, Ethereal Light, Depth of Field, f/2.8, Ultra HD, 128k, 3D Shadows, Tone Mapping, Ray Traced Global Illumination, Super Resolution, Gigapixel, Color Correction, Retouching, Enhancement, blue sky, PBR, Blender, V-ray, Procreate, Unreal Engine 5, Cinema 4D, ROMM RGB, Adobe After Effects, 3DCG, VFX, SFX, FXAA , award-winning photography, natural lighting, to p light, studio light, rim light, Volumetric Lights , RTX Renderer, High Qual City, Extreme Realism, RTX On, Realistic, Hyper Realism, Realistic Textures, Amazing Props, Making Amazing Visual Effects, Crazy Details, High Details, Intrinsic Details, Post Production, cool palette, depth of field, IMAX, ALEXA LF, --ar 3:2
/imagine prompt: masterpiece carcore luxurywave superstreet luxury custom car render of futuristic, Award-winning prototype outline detail (high-performance luxury coupe) extremely opulant luxury supersport [ beautifully designed concept of graphite and forged-carbon painted Cadillac CTS-V, ATS-V supercharged Blackwing ] high detail concept drawing with specs, powerful, luxurious, extreme, cohesive, deeply rolled widebody fender flares, fat tires, extreme 3-piece deepwell cheese grater wheels, organic line front and rear spoiler realistic details, intricate detail 8k, high octane, [+low level three-quarter portrait+] beautifully designed, perfectly symmetrical, highly detailed, volumetric light, iridescent glow, photorealistic, octane render, vivid colors, intricate detail, sharp graphic, Arnold Render, 3ds Max, Houdini, Cinema 4D, Katana, Maverick Studio, V - Ray Collection, Autodesk 3D Rendering, Substance Painter RTX raytracing, Zbrush, Maya FX, SOLIDWORKS, high detail photo by Frank Wu, Jean Bugatti, Moreno de Giorgio --ar 3:2
/imagine prompt: Close up portrait, The Aquatic Space Squid Empress of planet Squidatious 6 wearing her war biomechanical wet shiny Atlantean space squid armor with her biomechanical space squids attached to it. Liquid iridescent water drips from the surfaces. She looks towards the camera with her vibrant glowing alien eyes. She is fierce and ready for war. Donning her aquatic jewelry of coral and abalone shell. Designed by Warwick Goble and Takato Yamamoto and Stephanie Law. Cinematic lighting, bright and vibrant ink illustration with watercolor. --ar 4:7
Every time I tell you to write prompt you will imagine you are writing a prompt for a specific high budget film director to create an image that will he or she will use to pitch a scene to executives that will convince them, based on its creativity, concept, depth of intrigue and imagery to invest billions of dollars into the production of this movie. Describe the image in the prompt. Write a prompt.

Copy + Paste with a bit of editing from entitledparents.
EM - Entitled Mom ED - Entitled Dad
I love electric scootering. As someone in high school it gives me so much freedom that I wouldn’t get until I can drive. I currently ride the NIU Kqi3 Max and love it. The only downside is that after using 40% of the battery (especially uphill) it will go into “overheat mode” and won’t let you ride till it cools off.
My scooter started giving an overheat warning so I pulled into a public dead end road and parked it to the side to make sure it wouldn’t bother anyone. I usually wait fifteen minutes for the motor to cool down before getting on the road, so I sat on the grass between the road and sidewalk (all 100% public) and waited.
Five minutes later EM opened the door of her house (60+ feet away) and said “I’m going to let my dogs out and they’re going to chase after you!”. I, thinking that she thought I was on her property, said “But I’m on public property?”. EM replied “Yeah but I’m going to set them out to chase you!”. I replied “That’s not cool.”. She screams again “I’m going to let them out and they’re going to chase you!”.
Another 30 seconds went by and I see two huge dogs coming after me. I immediately start my scooter and floor it. The still heated motor gives all what it got but alas, halfway down the road the dog catches up. I hit the brakes on the scooter and brace myself to fight a golden and a lab. The golden reaches me first and starts barking like crazy, I just hold my ground.
Once EM sees that I’m stopped she sits there and calls them back. I turn around and pull in even farther away from their house (easily 120+ feet now) for my scooter to continue cooling. Two minutes later ED starts making this silly “sigma walk” towards me.
As he gets closer to me I start recording. The second he sees my phone he does a 180, and turns around, and gets back into his home. 7 Ish minutes later I leave.
When my parents hear about this, they’re livid and worry what would’ve happened if the dog actually bit me. They call the police.
The police arrive and take my point of view, and go to take the EM and ED’s side of the story. He returns 30 minutes later with shocking news. According to them “They needed to release their dogs to go the bathroom, and they had an electric fence and never left the yard”. Apparently they where also annoyed that “I had parked my scooter there a week ago”. Remind you this is all on public property.
I try to explain to the officer that 1: They’re definitely wasn’t a fence as they chased me onto the road and and had no collar on. 2: I really don’t care if they let their dogs go to the bathroom, I just don’t want them on me. 3: EM specifically said she wanted them to chase me. Although I explained this, he didn’t believe me and told me in the future to just go down the road. I don’t think that’s fair because the road in front of their house isn’t theirs because they just feel like it is. It is public, but whatever.

This is way lower stakes than the typical of course, it's just about dinner after all. I'm just pretty bummed out about this. Me (24F), my partner (25M) have been together for 3 years.
Today was a Friday obviously, I get weekly pay so wanted to get a takeaway. I discuss with my partner whilst he's still at work what he'd like, we talk about one restaurant initially because they have some kind of offer on, but eventually we realise it's in store only.
I kept saying out of 3 different options, I'm literally completely happy with any of them, like i have my choice picked out for all 3 of them at this point. It's also getting late and I'm like starving.
He said whilst on the way home, both of us should think of what we want to go for. When he gets home, i ask him what food he had jn mind, but he refused to tell me until i said what i had thought of. I said "KFC?" With a questioning tone, and he turns to me and goes "Oh that means you didn't think of one then." I ask him again what he'd like, and he gets snappy (in my opinion) at me, and says he won't tell me because then I'll just jump on and get something from there.
I kept saying at this point that i didn't see why that was a problem? Because it isn't like i was saying i didn't know what i wanted, literally any of the 3 options would have been fine because i had an option ready for all of them. He then says "Guess we're not getting anything then." And "You've just made things so difficult". I tried to say at the time i didn't really understand why he was upset with me, and he said it's because I'm so indecisive, but i just really don't think it's fair, because when i said KFC again he goes "KFC is fine." Like if that's what he wanted the whole time why couldn't he just say so?
I tried to say after a little bit that i wasn't happy about the conversation and i really felt like it was unfair that it seemed like he did the same thing he accused me of, because i "didn't want to make a decision". But it didn't really go anywhere as he said he'd asked me "to do one thing" and i didn't do it.
Like i know this is really stupid but honestly I've been on and off tears all night lmao and don't have any friends to talk to about anything.

Hello, I’ve recently had protected sex with someone. It’s been 7 days exactly and since day 4 I’ve been experiencing symptoms that I feel could be an STI.
It started with me getting a UTI, now I’m having “egg white”/cloudy white odorless discharge, general itchiness (very mild to none at all) and a frequent urge to pee. Around day 4 I noticed it was very painful to pee and I was bleeding when I did pee. I started on antibiotics and AZO and within 2 days those symptoms went away.
It is not much of an option for me to get tested, so I’m hoping someone can calm down my extreme thinking and give me some answers.
We used protection (checked that I’d didn’t break) but I did give him oral, so far I have no symptoms in my throat/mouth only in my genitals.
Does this sound more like a UTI turned BV or STI?

Hey All,
Recently I’ve been archiving videos from YouTube that I used to watch back from 2012-2016 in and effort to preserve some of my childhood memories. I’ve got most of the videos saved except for one which was deleted. I tried to look everywhere for the video but I can’t find it anywhere! The only form of evidence for the videos existence is a page on IMDb about said video. The page has the thumbnail from the video, as well as the date it was uploaded. I can confirm that both the thumbnail and the date of the upload are correct.
As to when the video was deleted is beyond me. I only just found out about its deletion a month or so ago.
From what I can remember, the video is about Lamarr going over to Glozell’s house after he had watched her smash a brand new Mac with a hammer, all because she could not get YouTube to work on the darn thing! She got even more upset when should couldn’t watch Lady Gaga’s latest music video during that time. Further in the video they sit down and try to see if they can get the Mac to turn on, which it does surprisingly, but it’s not functional at all. The screen is cracked all over, and they can both hear the hard drive clicking away for dear life. At this point Glozell asks Lamarr if the Geek Squad or Apple can do anything to help to which he replies, “Don’t you take that back, don’t, no!” After that Lamarr goes off on a little rant about how she shouldn’t have smashed the thing in the first place. The rest of the video is Lamarr basically criticizing Glozell for he actions, which were quite funny to say the least, and the video ends with him leaving in disbelief and saying, “Alright I don’t want tot all to her anymore, I’m out!”
The video was around 7 minutes I believe? It could have been shorter than that but I don’t remember. I’m going to try to contact Lamarr soon, but for now, can anyone help? Perhaps someone has it downloaded?
Link to the video of Glozell smashing her MacBook Pro Link to the IMDb page for the video Link to Lamarr’s YouTube channel

Chat preferred. Shipping is flat $4.95 via USPS 1st class with tracking. I accept Veno, Zelle, and PPFF.
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January 2023 Greysheet. I get them quarterly and got my new issue so this one is up for grabs. These run me $32.50 an issue. $7 is mostly just shipping cost.
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George T Morgan $100 Union Proposed 1876 Design. NGC Silver Ultra Cameo Gem Proof 1oz. - $65
1913 Type 1 Buffalo. NGC MS64 - $98
1867 2 Cent Piece. F details - $18
1831 Large Cent. VF details - $29
1890-S Morgan UNC Details. I think the scratch on the cheek would come back as damage. Video included showing cartwheel radiance. - $45
1897-S Morgan UNC Details. Rim Ding reverse bottom left, damage across cheek. Still a looker. Chocolate Toning VIDEO! - $45
1886 Morgan UNC Details. Cleaned - $45

Chat preferred. Shipping is flat $4.95 via USPS 1st class with tracking. I accept Veno, Zelle, and PPFF.
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Proof
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January 2023 Greysheet. I get them quarterly and got my new issue so this one is up for grabs. These run me $32.50 an issue. $7 is mostly just shipping cost.
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George T Morgan $100 Union Proposed 1876 Design. NGC Silver Ultra Cameo Gem Proof 1oz. - $65
1913 Type 1 Buffalo. NGC MS64 - $98
1867 2 Cent Piece. F details - $18
1831 Large Cent. VF details - $29
1890-S Morgan UNC Details. I think the scratch on the cheek would come back as damage. Video included showing cartwheel radiance. - $45
1897-S Morgan UNC Details. Rim Ding reverse bottom left, damage across cheek. Still a looker. Chocolate Toning VIDEO! - $45
1886 Morgan UNC Details. Cleaned - $45

The Tarrasque is a terrifying beast with a monstrous amount of health and great defenses against spells. Still you can defeat it pretty easily, if you know how.
A level wizards at level 9 plus a level 7 wizard/sorcerer or warlock can defeat it without taking damage. You only need two spells for this, wall of force, and any aoe spell that you can uphold with concentration for an extended period of time. In this example, I will use sickening radiance.
The Tarrasque can't teleport out of a wall of force. It dies to sickening radiance inside of it, in the 100 turns that take place within the 10 min timer of the spell.
Even on a successful save it still takes 2d10 radiant damage. If it makes every save it is still a minimum of 200d10 damage for an average of 1100 damage. That is much more than the 676 health it normally has.
If you have a spell save dc of 17, the tarrasque only has a 9% chance to fail the save, because it has magical resistance, so you might be able to defeat it with the exhaustion part of the spell, although it is not reliable.
Both spells have a range of 120 feet, so it cannot close the distance in one turn even if it dashes, since the Tarrasque has only 40 feet of movement.
For those worried it might not work because of initiative shenanigans, it is actually no problem, since both casters can hold their action so that the sickening radiance is applied right before the wall of force is put up, after the Tarrasques turn, because you do not want it to move away from the area of sickening radiance. If both casters roll higher initiative than the Tarrasque, you can do it before it's turn as well.
If you are a level 10 chronurgy wizard you can do the same shenanigans, with the assistance of any creature able to see and hold concentration. That could be a random peasant or anyone else.
If the Tarrasque is a solo boss, this works 100% of the time, because wall of force has no save. If you as a DM still want to use it as a final boss or something, you can just make it the mount of the bbeg or have a few mages with disintegrate on hand to support the Tarrasque.

What a wild ass ride.
I gotta say — while I was very entertained and there were characters and storylines from each season I got pretty invested in— I can’t figure out how I feel about this show as a whole. It’s kind of all over the place. But here are my thoughts and feelings!
The seasons I liked the most: 1, 2, 5 and 6. I liked 3, 4 and 7 the least.
This may sound weird as I just read online “True Blood seasons ranked” and I see 5, 6 and 7 aren’t that popular. But 6 is actually my favorite season. 🤷‍♀️ It was the season I watched the fastest, like just totally blew through it.
My favorite characters changed up as it went but mostly they were Eric, Pam, Jason, Jessica, Lafayette and Tara.
Andy, Arlene and Terry really grew on me and were favorites by 5-6.
I loved Sam at first, but I didn’t love his background. Or anger issues. It didn’t make him that interesting to me. There was already enough yelling going on all the time lol. I liked when he chilled back out, but he was mostly kinda blah.
I loved Sookie at first but then she was really up and down for me. She got to a point where she as really funny, sarcastic, more independent and strong. But then she’d go back to the same complaints she always had but never changed until the end.
I loved Bill until maybe seasons 4/5. He became just really controlling, arrogant, and kinda boring. The Billith thing really annoyed me for some reason. And I’m sorry but Bill was really annoying in the finale. He was so selfish about his choice for the true death. Jessica dreamed of her wedding being different? Nah, screw that because I’m dying. Sookie can’t stop herself from loving me despite anything I’ve done and now choosing to die? Screw that, I need you to be the one to kill me. Like BRO!? 😂
I have serious issues with s7.
I feel like Tara was done dirty. Killed off in s7 out of nowhere. No one grieved for her the way they did Terry or others. Like wth? Why?
Lafayette kind of turned into a one note character who felt ignored. What happened to his medium powers?
Jason had all this amazing character development. He still unfortunately used sex as a coping mechanism, even after realizing his teachers assault played a hand in it. But he still really grew in maturity. He had a real relationship and friendship with Jessica. And it’s all thrown out the window with Violet and ending up with Hoyt’s ex. I hate that Hoyt came back because I saw Jason and Jessica as perfect. :( kept hoping they would end up together.
I feel like Eric and Pam became my favorite part of the show in s6. And that they carried the show on their backs until the end. They remained the most interesting and only kept getting more interesting. Eric’s character really grew only for the better. They’re lovable assholes. I’d watch a spin off show about them and I hate spin offs.
The ending just felt kinda weak. Like they really had no idea what else to do. I’m glad Sookie got a normal life but it seemed drilled into our heads and even her head. I think she’d have been happier with Bill. I guess if Jason wanted kids it’s good he didn’t end up with Jessica but I think it would have been cool if she had turned him like halfway through. He always said he felt normal and boring. Just would have been interesting. Especially due to his feelings about vampires.
Anyway, entertainment wise I give it an 8/10. But it had a lot of issues. I admire it’s creativity and originality concerning modern day vampires. Sometimes I wish they focused more on the vampires than other “supes” because for me they were far more interesting.

An author's note: Please read this post in it's entirety before you message me, I've added a follow up to answer most of the basic questions I've been asked over the last 3 years since I started posting my AD.

All my previous iterations were mostly about what role I could fulfill; and while this mostly still is true, walking amongst the elites the last week has opened my eyes... I'm looking for a complacent trophy to put on full display. Arriving to this city I already had a deep... Passion for power, governance; and just over all domination -- Washington DC fulfills my lust, and thirst for both political power, and monetary gain. Now I want, not need an adequate toy to share this experience with. Before I was playing conservatively; not anymore,
I've allowed my ego to rampant and on auto-pilot; thus far everything is according to design.
I'm as amoral as they come; I will eviscerate my way to the top of the governmental, and corporate ladder(s). I'm a retired hacker that has realized my full potential is being squandered away, so I'll begin to kick in the doors of 3 letter agencies until recruit me; or I die trying.
I've come to the conclusion that you need to make an impression with these sort of things, so I'm going to just let my words flow freely. So here we go:
Basics:
Height: 5'7
Weight: 175, could stand to lose a few lbs to get my abs back.
Eyes: Brown eyes.
Hair: Long curly brown hair (think Slash Rose's illegitimate son.)
Race: White.
Ethnicity: Hispanic (Cuban.)
Languages: Spanish, English, Sign-language.
Profession: Network Engineer in NW DC.
Religion: Agnostic.
A little about me:
I like long walks on the beach, sunsets, oh did I mention that I'm a sadist, and that I'm utterly insane?
I've been called a silver tongued devil; Quick witted, charismatic, with just the right amount of sarcasm.
Hobbies: Not being bored, it's a lot harder than it sounds. I enjoy learning/conversing about The Universe/space, science, and technology. I was quite nomadic in my 20s, having visited two different countries, lived in over 17 states, visited over 38.
Music: I'm more of a rhythm of the beat type of person vs. lyrics, but generally I've found myself to enjoy electronica. Definitely like a lot 80s synth pop, but again, this is just the preference, not really against the rest of the genres.
Shows: Billions, Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad, Board Walk Empire, Billions, Rome, Deadwood, Halt and Catch Fire, The Sopranos, South Park, Mad Men, Dexter,
Movies: Beetlejuice, Brain Scan, Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb,
"What are you looking for?"
Well I can encompass a Master, a Dominant, or a Daddy, so it's really what can I provide for you?1
"How is such a thing possible?" Antisocial Personality Disorder (3.4 for those interested.)
"Why was it necessary to mention that?" To give credence as to how I can, and have been all aspects of Dominance.
"Monogamy or polyamory?" Favoritism towards polyamory, but seeing as it's rare to find multiple partners that allow me to explore my more sadistic side without tension, and/or drama, I'd go with monogamy if the individual allowed me to be depraved.
Preference in the following order: Slave, submissive, little (I will explain further below.)
Kinks: Sadism, TPE, CNC, bondage, degradation, humiliation, knife play, rope play, rape/abduction play, choking, impact play, spanking, hair pulling (I think you get the idea by now, there are still far more, here's a more comprehensive list.)
Experience: 15+ years.
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So about that whole preference thing, as I am on the ASPD spectrum I'm capable of fulfilling whatever role(s) are required of me to get what I want. So let me explain further, I'm openly telling you far ahead of time that I lack emotions and empathy, with the hopes that me giving you the illusion of whatever it is you require, will be met with reciprocation of the kinks we can agree upon. This is where the waters get muddied for little's, I can definitely treat you like the princess you want to be, without all the douche-baggery you'll deal with as people tugging at your heart strings. Plenty of people around here pretend to be Daddies and will leave you absolutely heartbroken. Tired of games? Tired of bullshit? Well here's someone willing to give you all the care, attention, and affection you desire without any hassles.
"Why would you want to be a Daddy Dom given your lack of emotions, and empathy?"
I am a social chameleon. I've been perfecting my art for the majority of my life, I like the challenge. I like to learn people and, give them what they want with the idea that I get what I want in the end, it's called a social transaction. I know what respect is, and I believe I need to write a little about this. Once we've discussed clear limits, and terms, they shall not be crossed, it's counter productive for me to lose my play thing(s). I can be fiercely territorial of all my possessions, that includes the individual(s) I'm involved with, what is mine will be protected, whether you're a slave, a submissive, or a little.If you want someone to completely treat you like trash, I'm more than willingly to oblige, if you need a savior and a protector, well I can do that too. I'm able to encompass what is required; a means to an end.
"What are you looking for in a submissive?" I'd like it to extend outside of the bedroom, but if it doesn't, whatever, I'm not going to repeat myself, so hopefully you've read this in it's entirety.
"What are you looking for in a slave?" Mostly aesthetics, and objectification. Of course I'd expect loyalty, servitude, and there's a plethora more, but I don't feel I need to be too descriptive on this part.
Now that I've written a fucking novel about myself, let's get to you....
Age: I prefer them younger (18+) , but have dated women as old as 45; generally if I find you attractive, I won't care.
Height: the shorter the better, but I've dated women taller than myself, not a deal breaker.
Weight: I'd like someone on the smaller side, a few extra pounds will be acceptable, but no one overweight please, just not my thing.
I will list things below in order of preference, not necessarily a disqualifier. (This is only opinion, not a rating system.)
Race: White, but as long as I'm attracted I won't care, I don't discriminate.
Ethnicity: N/A read above.
Language(s): The more the merrier, accents are a huge plus, whether a southern drawl, or other.
Religion: I'm completely open to allowing you to practice whatever you'd like, just don't expect me to participate; I can be respectful of your beliefs, as long as you're respectful of mine, I am a man of science, The Universe is my religion (so to speak.)
Eyes: Blue, green, hazel, brown (If you have Heterochromia iridum you move to the front of the line, I like mutations.)
Hair: The longer the better, no preference as to style, as for color: I prefer true blondes, redheads, dirty blondes, and then brown.
Tattoos: Sure, whatever, as long as it's not overwhelming or flat out tacky, in this day in age it's harder to find someone with none, so as the trend follows above.
Piercings: Depends, some people can pull off septum piercings, but I personally dislike them, so if it compliments your facial features, sure why not. But there is definitely a breaking point where it becomes overwhelming and you just look like Hellraiser.
Education: Strong preference towards educated women, this does not necessarily mean academics, open to all.
Profession: No preference, but I do tend to like women in psychology (I have my reasons.)
Personality: If I have to learn "your" pronouns, or apologize for my "white male privilege" you can fuck right off; I don't care about politics.
Children: Strong preference in favor of not having them, unless we never intend to meet, or you don't expect a level of commitment from me to them, then I don't readily care, non-factor. To explain a tad bit, it isn't that I can't, I just would rather not raise children, I have too many plans in life that children would derail, maybe later.
If you're interested in communicating further, I prefer talking on these platforms and in this order: Discord, WhatsApp, Reddit Chat\, Skype, Kik,* open to other forms of contact.
\Reddit Chat isn't the same thing as their mailing system, just an FYI.*
Go ahead and shoot me a message, I'm waiting.
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An update:
Well just to filter some things out, since I get this so many times... I will not be putting a big editorial process to this update(I say this now, after already re-reading, and editing a minimum of 5 times; I'm a slave to my own perfectionism,) so if you mostly have questions about me, ASPD, and things of the like, read this before you message me.
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While I absolute love to talk about myself because I'm just such a narcissistic-hedonist, I also do get bored of repeating myself, even if it is a new person. As such read everything in it's entirety before you message me, as I'm going to entertain less, and less messages about me, and not what I'm seeking, I'd rather focus on only replying to potential partners, and absolutely nothing else, that being said if anything I have not covered in this update, or post still burns an answer from you, by all means message me.
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"Were you formally diagnosed?"
I get asked about this A LOT, I'm not going to go into very many details, suffice it to say, yes, but it's been labeled as a misdiagnosis, all you need to know is I score high, and I do the things you'd expect, the pyromania, the violence that is actually associated at early age, the works, I'm not comfortable giving you more beyond that, and I will not be entertaining questions about my personal life, maybe a partner could ask me those questions, but I'm not letting you in my head, that's my game, not the other way around :).
Please do your own research beyond this point, it's borderline laziness how often I keep getting asked about this.
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"Why are you so open about it(ASPD)?"
Isn't it obvious? A lot of you can't fathom why someone with ASPD would just openly come out, and admit to people, well I guess I really should've brushed up on this when I first made my post, or at least go into a far more descriptive detail than I had originally, so here goes:
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If I'm ever to lead a sort of a long term relationship based on trust, and honesty, just how in the HELL do you expect me to explain this to you ever so casually? It's best to show your cards in the beginning, this is my own baggage, or some form there of.
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There's two reasons I'm choosing to do this online, and vehemently under anonymity; 99% of you will be irrelevant to me, 99% of you will never meet me, it's just that simple, ergo why wouldn't I just preface my entire description as such, and as brutally honest as possible? Secondly I do not want a partner whom I need to continue to wear a mask for, I want to be me, the real me, the good, the bad, and the ugly.
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What I find the most is women that fetishize the entire ordeal, that's all fine and dandy, but it does show just a lack of understanding about what APSD is as a whole, and to be perfectly blunt, you're wasting my time, I don't need to feed into your lonely thrill romance you spun in your head from watching true crime dramas. More often than not, this what happens, spare us the role-playing, I'm just not that bored.
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"Empathy"
One clear distinction I'd like to make, so I can stop getting asked about it, we DO have empathy, it's just not how YOU experience empathy. Think of a light switch, by default most of the population's is on, ours is off by default, and furthermore we have the ability to turn it on, and off. Yes, it is that simple, yes we use it for manipulation, now stop asking me about this, it's boring to repeat this.
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"Emotions"
Boredom, rage. This is what I'm capable of in the dark, empathy off. I'm constantly seeking stimuli, if you notice by actually looking through my posts, I've moved a ton of times, and always national parks... New atmosphere, new adventures, new dangers, you know, the shit that gets your heart pumping, adrenaline. This is my favorite drug, this is the high I constantly chase to kill the boredom. Rage is just self explanatory, my defaults are animalistic.
I am fully capable of experiencing all emotions, it's just for the most part, because I don't want do, I don't allow myself to.
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"Manipulation"
For the longest time I told myself who cares if I burn bridges in my wake, I'm building a highway in its place. Mostly still true, and I absolutely use it on a daily basis for survival, I must stress, and emphasize survival, here is why; I'm human, like the rest of you, what do you do on a daily basis, if not find means, and ways to survive, and entertain yourself? I know no other way other than to use people to my advantage, I minimize the damage where I can, and move about my daily existence, guilt, and worry free about doing any wrong, an argument could be made that we all use each other in some weight, or capacity, and that's good enough for me.
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I'm sure by now you're probably wondering what the hell any of that has to do with anything, it's simple if the point flew over your head, again. I'm tired of manipulating people, using them, abusing them, discarding them, I didn't grow a conscious I'm not "growing" as a person, but much more likely, I'm just bored of the routine, or the process, which has become the symphony of my life.
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"Love"
I by no means ever want to experience this love you all chase like Alice clumsily falling down the rabbit hole. I've seen it so much in my life it's downright pathetic, and I actually feel bad for those of you that have such strong emotions, see empaths. You're slaves to these emotions, you let people use and manipulate you, you've been hurt, and had your heart ripped from your chest, and it feels like you no longer have purpose, lacking direction, and meaning in life. I merely know this from generally observing humans for most of my natural born life. I'm more than happy to remain the way I have always been, and never wish to experience emotions in the way you do, I find it to be an advantage, one I can apply to more important things in life, like the pursuit of knowledge.
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I hope the psych nerds will now stop asking me these questions, I've paid my dues.
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"Preferences"
My preferences, are just that, a list of my preferences, at no point in any of my writing did I say I was prejudice between one thing, or that I show favoritism. I merely made a chart listing some of the attributes that I myself, personally find to be significant to me, but that isn't to say, or detract from other things. It's the equivalent of asking me if I prefer Metallica, or Megadeth; well I'm going to say I prefer one over the other, but I enjoy both, and the genre as a whole, the genre being women in this case. I enjoy women for my own personal entertainment, and amusement -- which makes it all the more hilarious to me when I get called a misogynist.
so please spare me all your comments, and messages telling me that it's so "intimidating", if my post intimidates you, what can I really even begin to say about that? It doesn't sound like we'd be compatible, or much less you'd be able to accept me as a person, in any case this is a personal issue.
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"You Need Help!"
I know what the help is, they just remind you repeatedly that your actions have consequences, they do not prescribe a medication for this, just therapy, and I know enough already to check myself, it really is that easy.
P.S:
"To My Adoring Fans"
You call me an edge-lord, cringe, and a wide range of inane insults, that truly don't phase me, since I get a lot of these messages, I thought I'd give you my rebuttal; just so you know I sleep naked so that anyone that doesn't like me, can kiss my ass - feel free to visit anytime!
P.S.S: I now operate, function, and walk amongst the elite of the nation; I see my kind everywhere, this is what Rome must of felt like in it's heyday; Cicero you clever bastard... I bid you all adieu -- and depart with this:
{"Το σύμπαν είναι αλλαγή. η ζωή μας είναι αυτό που την κάνουν οι σκέψεις μας.";}
Sincerely,
<~sodomy>

Wubbox had always been curious about the world beyond the boundaries of his island home. So when his friends Mammott, Toe Jammer, and Fwog suggested a road trip, he eagerly agreed.
The four friends piled into Mammott's beat-up old van and set off on their adventure. Wubbox, with his imposing size, took up most of the backseat, while Toe Jammer and Fwog squished together in the middle. Mammott drove, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music blasting from the radio.
As they drove, the scenery changed from rolling hills to winding roads through dense forests. They stopped at roadside diners and gas stations, taking turns buying snacks and souvenirs. Wubbox couldn't help but marvel at the sights and sounds of the world beyond his island, his deep voice rumbling with excitement.
But as the days went on, the journey began to wear on them. Mammott's van broke down twice, and they were forced to spend long hours waiting for repairs. Toe Jammer and Fwog bickered over music choices, and Wubbox found himself getting restless and bored.
One evening, as they sat around a campfire, Wubbox confessed his doubts. "I don't know if I'm cut out for this kind of thing," he said, his deep voice tinged with sadness. "I miss my home, and I don't know if I'll ever feel truly comfortable out here in the big wide world."
His friends listened sympathetically, and Toe Jammer spoke up. "It's okay to feel homesick, Wubbox. But remember why we came on this trip in the first place - to see new things and have new experiences. It might not all be easy, but that doesn't mean it's not worth it."
Wubbox considered his friend's words, and after a moment, he smiled. "You're right," he said. "I might not be cut out for the road, but I won't let that stop me from trying new things and seeing what's out there. Thanks, guys."
The next morning, they hit the road once more, Wubbox feeling a newfound sense of determination. They drove through mountains and deserts, over bridges and through tunnels. They visited strange and wonderful places they'd never seen before, and through it all, Wubbox found himself feeling more and more at home in the world beyond his island.
When they finally arrived back at their starting point, exhausted but exhilarated, Wubbox knew that he'd grown and changed in ways he'd never have thought possible. And he knew that he had his friends to thank for showing him the way.

I (17f) am slowly loosing my God damn mind. I am so so so so lonely, yes I put a lot of so's because I feel really lonely, I don't have many friends like I used to.
Back then a lot of people would ask me to hang out with them, go over to their house for a sleep over, i was always the first choice. Now they're all gone, I'm no longer the first choice, they no longer ask me to hang out with them. They always choose other people over me, they rarely talk to me as well.
I get it they're all 18 and they like to drink, but at least ask me to hang out with you once in a while so I don't feel so fucking lonely. Y'all can drink in front of me, I wouldn't mind as long as I'm hanging out with you. But don't fucking leave me out of things because I'm not 18 yet, I can't control time and I can't control how fast I age. To top that off my boyfriend and his friend made plans right in front of me, that's another thing I fucking hate as well. Why you gotta make plans IN FRONT OF ME?!
He messaged me afterwards saying "I'm not making plans to leave you out, it's just your mom won't allow you out." I know I fucking live with her, I know how she is. I know she doesn't let me out of the house often even if I ask her to hang out with you. But just don't make plans right in front of my fucking face, it hurts me.
I allow you to hang out with your friends because I'm not a controlling girlfriend, but please understand that I am pretty lonely and making plans in front of me hurts, we don't see eachother often like we used to but that's not our fault. You see your friends all the time in college, I see you probably like once a week depending if my mom will let me out of the fucking house.
I'm just loosing my mind, being this lonely. People having fun without me hurts. When I turn 18 my so call friends better not start asking me to hang out with them a lot more than they do now. Because I will no longer be slowing them down when they wanna have fun. "No offence (name), but you slow us down." Ouch, thanks for that asshole you're so kind. I'm sick n tired of being lonely, like I can't fucking stress that enough I'm just sick of it.
I'm here at 12am crying on my bed having no one to spend time with. I hate this, I really do and it's not me being over dramatic it's just the fucking truth. I have never felt this lonely before. Like ever. When will it go away? When will they stop being assholes? Why are they like this? Do I just have shit taste in friendship? Or do they not like me anymore? I need answers from them, I need to know why they're like this.

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There are a lot of posts about how you shouldn't be too concerned with prestige/brand name/etc when considering career options. Of course, there's a balance to all things, particularly given the emotional attachment we can get to this, but this type of job market is an example where caring about optics does have an effect.
When a recruiter skims your resume for 7 seconds, or when they're keyword searching a stack of thousands of resumes, they are going to be attracted to certain phrases like:

• "Stanford"
• "Staff Software Engineer"

This is true even for recruiters who won't consciously look for this (but most consciously will).
You might've been the most amazing 100x engineer at Revature, but it isn't necessarily obvious to anyone reading your resume for a few seconds.
And honestly you can't 100% blame them. As a matter of playing probabilities based on limited time and information, it makes sense to look for easy-to-see signals that a candidate is likely to have a high enough probability of passing your technical assessments to move forward with.
If you don't have a strong brand name then that's fine, but what you can do is to look for ways to make your resume, profile, etc stand out more with the eye that someone is not looking at you for that long and they are much more shallow than you'd like them to be (and you would probably be shallow too if you had to read through 560 resumes in an hour).
(The other thing that matters way more in this market is networking, but that's another topic)

In a house of 10, 6 adults, 5 of which are capable, I am the only one with a job.
I don't have my own room, I have the living room. Any time I want some quiet, or I'm trying to sleep, they're all in the kitchen partying and making noise. My alarm goes off at 4am and sometimes they will be out there well into midnight, and then they'll play victim about it "Alright, I guess we should call it a night, he's getting kind of pissy in there"
Every time I get home from work my room is a disaster. Some of my stuff missing/destroyed. If I ever confront them about it, they either claim to not know what I'm talking about, or tell me I'm being immature or selfish.
My food is always going missing. I have made it explicitly clear, REPEATEDLY, that I want to be providing for just myself, they even agree that's fair. The incapable one gets disability money. But nope, every time I get home, something of mine is gone. Wouldn't be so bad if they didn't take the things I SPECIFICALLY asked them not to.
They're always making me give them money. I get no say in it. I don't even make much. They're also always telling me to pack my shit and go. Believe me, I'd fucking love to, but I can't save a dime. They can smell when my bank account has money, I swear to god.
They refuse to clean up after themselves. Actually just refuse. Garbage all over the place. The kitchen is a disaster 24/7 and I have to do it. I will spend hours cleaning the kitchen, and I get home from work the next day, it's a disaster again. If I don't do it, it will sit there and rot. Not just dishes, garbage and food sitting all over the kitchen, even in the sinks, rotting. They just won't do it. Gun to their heads they just won't. The capable ones made the incapable one do it one time, just because the incapable one sympathized with me once, but the capable ones still just refuse. Imagine being jobless and making a disabled person clean up after you. Because SOMEONE has to do it, but that someone won't be you.
My older sister will throw temper tantrums. Actual temper tantrums, running through the house, screaming as loud as possible, swinging things around and throwing things. Sometimes turning it into an attack on someone for no reason. Can't tell you how many times I've had to go to work on an all nighter because she threw a temper tantrum half an hour after I fell asleep, and I couldn't fall asleep after she woke me up. To her credit, she hasn't in like a couple months, but she's still perpetually furious for no reason whatsoever. The neighbors have called authorities on her twice because they hear her.
I can't confront them. One of them told me no one cares what I think, or ever will, and at first I just thought they were trying to be mean, but it's absolutely true. Nothing I say carries any weight at all.
I know it's still better than being homeless, and for that I am grateful.
I doubt I have depression, but some/most days I just feel miserable.
I have no way out of this situation anytime soon.

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Supervisor Durio arrived at the Mounteque sixty-eight minutes after Carnen gave Kemp his ultimatum.
The delay wasn’t Kemp’s fault. She requested an off-the-record debriefing using their cover identity as Ministry of Security agents, the same method she’d first contacted him. Durio agreed and approved a priority docking request at a private airlock reserved for admins and VIPs. He wiped the evidence and then came aboard the ship later than promised.
Carnen got the feeling that was done on purpose but brushed it aside. Durio was in for a surprise if he thought power games would have an effect on the operative teams.
Eptus greeted the supervisor. His pretentious expression broadcast his noble lineage. He offered an excuse but no apology. “I was delayed by bickering captains about to ram each other over who was ahead in the docking queue.”
“I understand, supervisor. Please, follow me,” Eptus said in a measured voice which meant he thought Durio’s answer was bullshit.
While Eptus escorted the supervisor aboard, Warden team waited in the main bay, the cam stream from the interrogation compartment on a display. The converted interior hold now contained a bare table and a chair on either side.
Carnen watched Kemp as she worked on her datapad. She’d shared the intelligence file on Durio while they waited for the Mounteque to dock. Stevson sat in a chair and rested his feet on top of a container, eager to watch what should be an interesting debriefing.
“Durio's from one of the minor noble houses,” Carnen said to Kemp. “According to this report, they have wealth and prestige, but no hope of ever competing for the Imperatrix seat. But that changes if the charter passes and the old guard is phased out. How did you get him to do something that benefitted his political enemy?”
Kemp offered him a self-assured smile. “There is no greater motivation than one’s own beliefs.”
On the display, Eptus led Durio into the interrogation compartment. The operations supervisor stepped inside, walking in the proper posture and measured gait of his noble lineage. He took in the bare room with an air of displeasure, as if it were beneath his presence.
“Please, have a seat,” Eptus said. Durio sat on the table’s far side, Eptus sitting across from him.
“We appreciate your willingness to expedite our request,” Eptus said.
“I would hope so. I put my career on the line in doing what was asked of me to protect the Provenance. I thought you would’ve rushed away from here after retrieving the,” he paused, lowering his voice like he was whispering a secret, “agitators. They cause a commotion wherever they appear, riling up the commoners with their fiery rhetoric.”
“Here’s the problem, Supervisor,” Eptus said. “They weren’t in the container you instructed us to collect.” He opened an image of the container’s interior on the table display.
Durio peered down at it. If he faked a confused expression, he did a fine job of selling it. “A waste recycler? I don’t understand. I saw the transfer pod go into that container. The singers were in it.”
“How can you be certain it was them?”
“Because three female Pree exited Zellis’s theater via the maintenance tunnels and rode a transport pod to whose destination was a reserved luxury suite. It’s not channel science, Supervisor. I watched them board the pod, set it for a maintenance appointment, and locked it down. Here is the proof.” He squinted, sharing a vid to the display. Cam footage of the singers entering the pod. Warden team saw it too, a window on their wall display mirroring what was on the table in the room with Eptus and Durio.
Carnen saw no reason why it couldn’t be the singers. The females looked fit and moved with grace.
“If that is them, the Mystery Man wasn’t with them,” Kemp observed.
“Maybe they fired him after the show. I think he screwed up a few times,” Stevson said. Carnen peered at the pilot. He shrugged. “I told you, I like their music. I’ve seen enough media to know that there were a few choreography mistakes.”
Kemp looked down at him over her datapad. “Should I be concerned that your admiration is a conflict of interest?”
Stevson snorted like the question was ridiculous. “Of course not. They don’t pay me. Kosmogenic does.”
“There are only three explanations,” Eptus went on, drawing Carnen’s attention back to the display. “Either you made a mistake, you swapped the container out on purpose, or someone else swapped the container.“
Durio’s face hardened with indignation. “I didn’t make a mistake or try to deceive you. How dare you chastise me after all that I risked in carrying out this scheme—”
“Let him speak,” Kemp said to Eptus over a comm. The Warden team leader sat there and absorbed the verbal barrage from Durio.
Kemp peered down at her datapad, studying something intently before tapping on the device. Carnen noticed Durio begin to struggle to find his words, his face rippling with emotion. His rant sputtered to a halt. He peered around the room as if disassociating from the conversation.
“Supervisor?” Eptus asked after a stretch of silence.
Durio, now calm and collected, reengaged with Eptus. “I did as you asked. There were no mistakes, I assure you. Someone else must have switched the container before you loaded it. We can check the security cams.”
On the display, a new POV loaded; a wide-angle perspective of the berth holding the container with the transfer pod inside. Durio fast-forwarded through the vid. Tugs, ships, and containers zoomed past. He paused when a tug arrived at the berth. He played it at normal speed. The tug removed the container and delivered it to a freighter that had slipped into the top portion of the POV. The tug returned a minute later clutching a different container and placing it in the berth.
“Damn the Spirits! Someone swapped the container,” Durio said.
“We need to know who,” Eptus said.
“Give me a moment,” Durio said, face twitching. “According to the logs, the container you received was the correct one. Obviously, someone altered them.”
“Who could’ve done this?”
“Fraenk, the other operations supervisor. I never would’ve guessed he had the mental capacity to pull it off.” Durio straightened as he thought of something. “Fraenk brought people into operations for a bit. He said they were hauler friends, and he was giving them a tour.”
“We need to talk to this Fraenk. Can you summon him here?”
“He finished a double. He won’t be happy about this.”
“You’re chief supervisor. Why do you care?”
Durio paused as he opened a comm to the other supervisor. “You haven’t met Fraenk.”
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Fraenk arrived twenty minutes later looking like he’d been roused from a deep sleep. The hulking Manore stopped outside the airlock hatch, waiting for someone to open it.
Eptus and one other Sentinel operative greeted him. “Supervisor Fraenk, thank you for coming. If you’ll follow me,” Eptus said.
Fraenk eyed the ship’s interior with suspicion. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell this is about. Where’s Durio? Why aren’t we meeting in Sanctum operations center?”
“This concerns a sensitive Ministry of Security matter that we wish to discuss with you and Supervisor Durio. Come with me, please.”
“Is your translator module working? I said I’m not going anywhere until—“
Carnen stepped into view from the side of the Mounteque’s airlock. “Time to come aboard, supervisor. And don’t even bother with your PD. It’s not going to work.”
Fraenk’s expression flickered with concern as he gazed at Carnen, no doubt confirming his lack of access to the station hub. “What’s a Human doing with the Pree Ministry of Security?”
“I'm here to corral supervisors who don't follow orders.”
Fraenk didn’t move. Carnen drew a stunner. The Manner supervisor saw the deadly serious expression in the operative’s eyes and stepped into the Mounteque’s airlock.
***
Fraenk sat on the table’s far side in the hot seat where Durio had been a short time ago. Durio was seated in the opposite chair, hands clasped, his expression the scolding glower of a professor who’d caught a student cheating.
Kemp and Stevson observed from the main hold with the rest of Sentinel team, but Carnen picked a front-row seat in the interrogation hold. He had a feeling Fraenk wouldn’t be cooperative based on Durio's opinion. Fraenk had a long career as a hauler and wasn’t some admin stooge who’d never gotten his hands dirty. Durio and even Eptus would only go so far to get the information the ops teams needed. Carnen would take it further when the time came.
Standing at the desk, Eptus placed a datapad with his credentials in front of Fraenk. “I’m Security Supervisor Eptus, team leader for the Ministry of Security.”
Fraenk shrugged, not bothering to look. “This doesn’t mean anything. Can’t validate it without hub access.”
“This will have to do.” Eptus gave Fraenk a chance to read it. When he passed, Eptus lifted the datapad and placed it in a receptacle along the wall.
“What about him?” Fraenk said, nodding at Carnen.
“He’s a contractor serving in a confidential capacity. That is all I can say.”
Fraenk’s visage flickered between anger and fear. He narrowed his eyes at Carnen. “I know a spook when I see one. Let’s get this over with so I can go back to my bunk.”
Fraenk was sharper than Carnen thought. He further doubted Eptus could scare the ops supervisor into talking.
“How long this takes depends on how cooperative you are,” Eptus said. “We know you swapped containers in one of the berths on the C-4 arm and modified the logs to cover it up. We know your friends who you brought into your office asked you to track it down.“
Fraenk gave Eptus a challenging stare. “Show me the proof or stop wasting my time.”
The Sentinel team supervisor returned Fraenk's hardened gaze. “This concerns a vital security matter my team is investigating. I urge you to cooperate.”
“If you help us, I promise to do my best to lessen any punishment that may result from your actions,” Durio added with that air of elitism Carnen found admins tended to have.
Fraenk regarded his counterpart, then let out a deep, cynical laugh. “You’re so full of shit, Durio. You may be the senior ops supervisor, but that doesn’t mean you can boss me around like I’m some level-one tech. Unless you’re filing a formal complaint, you’d better drop this. I’m not saying anything else without a lawyer.”
“I’ll file a complaint if I have to,” Durio threatened.
“No, you won’t, because if you do, there’ll be a Commonwealth Commerce Department investigation per the stipulations in my contract. Which means, if I did supposedly swap the containers, they’ll want to know why, including what was in them.” Fraenk cocked his head at Durio. “Something tells me that you wouldn’t want them to find out.”
“So you admit to knowing what was in the container?” Eptus said, trying to regain control of the conversation.
“I admit nothing. If there are no more stupid questions, then I’m going back to my bunk.”
Carnen stepped away from the hatch to the side of the table, looming over Fraenk. “Let’s cut the shit, Fraenk. You swapped the containers and gave the singers to your hauler friends. We want the name of their ship.”
Durio made a face like he was stupefied that Carnen had said as much. But the chief supervisor failed to understand what was needed to get what they wanted from Fraenk.
At the demand, Fraenk arched his eyebrows innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Carnen repeated the question. Fraenk leaned forward, close enough for Carnen to smell his alcohol-tinged breath. “Oh, I remember now. It was something like Her Royal Majesty’s Go Fuck Yourself.”
Carnen drew his stunner.
Fraenk glanced at it, then back to Carnen. “If you think—“
The operative jabbed the stunner into Fraenk’s chest. The supervisor yelped and pushed back, almost tipping his chair as he cursed. Carnen had set it too low, enough to hurt like hell but not incapacitate.
Durio stood from his chair, a terrified expression on his face. “That was uncalled for!”
Fraenk slowly got to his feet, rising a full head above Carnen. “Why don’t you put your toy down and we’ll see how tough you are?” he sneered.
Carnen deactivated and locked the stunner then tossed it to Eptus. He was caught off guard and almost dropped it.
Over Durio’s protest, Fraenk raised his fists and stepped at Carnen.
The operative was ready for it and threw a kick into the side of Fraenk’s leading thigh, smacking the meaty part and dropping him to his knees. Carnen followed up with a punch to the Manore’s face. Fraenk toppled over backward, crashing to the deck. He groaned clutching his nose. Blood seeped between his fingers.
Carnen kicked Fraenk in the ribs, keeping him down. The operative then climbed onto Fraenk’s back and placed him in a chokehold. “I want the name of the ship.”
Fraenk cursed at Carnen, and he tightened his grip. Eptus shifted but kept quiet. Durio protested. “He’s a supervisor. You cannot do this!”
The operative ignored Durio and squeezed tighter. Fraenk pleaded, his voice barely audible. “Stardancer.”
Carnen let up a little and said to Durio, “Find that ship.”
The supervisor only mumbled an incoherent response.
“Kemp,” Carnen said, knowing she was watching.
Whatever she did appeared to work. Durio’s head twitched a bit, and his eyes regained focus. Carnen repeated the request. Durio said, “I have it. The freighter Stardancer was granted a commerce license a short while ago.” He projected the license to the wall display. “It’s scheduled to rendezvous with the ship Honest Day’s Work which is registered to a micro-corporation with a recovery agent license.”
“What’re they doing meeting with bounty hunters?” Stevson asked over their internal ship comm.
“According to the commerce license, the Honest Day’s Work will transfer a load of recovered assets.”
“I doubt Acculturation leadership is aboard the ship. What's so important for them to risk this transfer?” Carnen said.
“It could be more stolen material. We have no intel on this,” Eptus said.
“Plot it, Stevson,” Carnen said. He stood, leaving Fraenk in an exhausted heap on the deck.
The Tyrcellus map appeared on the table display. A curving intercept vector sliced through the system as Stevson plotted the ship’s course. “Assuming the Stardancer didn’t fuck around after they retrieved the singers, then they’re at minimum nine hours ahead of us. And assuming they head for a new destination immediately after the transfer, there’s a low chance we can intercept them.”
Carnen said to Durio, “What if we cancel the commerce license? Prevent the transfer?”
Fraenk cackled, having managed to push himself to a seated position. “Go ahead. That’s a Commonwealth-sponsored license. Canceling will raise a red flag at Sanctum and you’ll have Commerce Department goons up in your business.”
“He’s correct,” Durio said.
“Looks like you’re screwed,” Fraenk said. Everyone in the room turned in his direction. He gave them all a bloody smile.
Durio straightened with a fearful snap. “The Administrator is sending a comm request. Excuse me.” He scurried out of the compartment.
Fraenk shifted into his chair, groaning with each movement. Eptus opened a medkit mounted on the wall and passed a clotting wipe to him. Fraenk took it and held it to his nose.
“Show me the details on the Honest Day’s Work,” Carnen said. He stared at the data on the display, searching for a solution.
“My turn to offer you a deal,” Fraenk said. “As much as I want to beat you to a pulp, I’m willing to walk away from this. I want to keep my job, so you know I’ll keep my mouth shut. But if you don’t let me walk out of here right now, the next person the administrator will be talking to is me. If I’m going down, you’re all coming with me.”
Durio returned to the compartment, drawing everyone’s attention. His face was sunken like he’d seen a lost spirit come to terrorize him. Fear seeped into his voice as he spoke. “The administrator informed me that he spoke with Zellis, the owner of the theater. He is unable to contact the singers who performed at his venue and reported them missing. The administrator is very upset about this and wants the matter investigated immediately.”
“It wasn't me,” Fraenk said. He looked to his counterpart. Durio’s face somehow grew grimmer. “You had something to do with that, didn't you? Kidnapping citizens off Commonwealth-sponsored stations? That's bad news, Durio. not with the Commonwealth Diplomatic fleet heading this way. They won't take kindly to sentient rights violations. They're looking for any excuse to go after the Provenance.”
“No! I didn’t do anything wrong!” Durio said, voice cracking. He pointed at Eptus and Carnen. “They made me help them!” He bent at the waist, hands pressed to either side of his head. “I have to leave. I cannot be involved in this any longer.” He rushed to the hatch and slapped the panel, but Carnen had locked it already. Durio spun, coiled with indignation. “Let me out of here, immediately!”
“Kemp, he’s losing it. We can’t leave him here like this,” Carnen said into the inter-team comm.
“I’m working on it,” she answered.
“You’re running out of time.”
“You cannot leave yet, Supervisor,” Eptus said to Durio.
Fraenk grinned at the unfolding disaster. “You better let us go. Durio is screwed, but you spooks can save your asses.”
“Stevson, do we have departure clearance?” Carnen asked.
“Affirmative. It was granted before Supervisor Durio came aboard,” Stevson replied as the hatch opened. Carnen spun around as Durio stormed out. The Warden team leader glared at Eptus, who lowered his head in defeat.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Carnen growled.
“He is of noble lineage. We cannot detain him like this,” Eptus answered.
“Of course, you can. You have authority from the Imperatrix himself.” Carnen stormed into the passageway after Durio. The supervisor made it to the inner airlock hatch. Carnen re-engaged the lock over his PD. Durio slapped his hand repeatedly against the panel. “I demand that you open this hatch immediately!”
Eptus came up behind Carnen. “Let him go.”
Carnen ignored the Sentinel team supervisor. Over the ship comm, he said, “Last chance, Kemp.”
“I need more time to diagnose. Nothing I do works,” she answered.
“Supervisor Durio,” Carnen said in a measured voice. “I’ll open the hatch, but I need your help with one last thing with Fraenk. It will only take a minute, then I promise you’ll be done with us.”
The offer calmed Durio enough to end his fit. He faced Carnen. “One minute,” he said and marched back into the interrogation hold. Carnen followed him in.
“Let’s get this over with. I will not take the fall for whatever has happened here—“
“Wait—“ Eptus said as Carnen drew a palm-sized pistol and shot Durio in the back of the head at less than a meter. His head rocked forward as a bolt of superheated gas encased in an electromagnetic field punched through tissue and bone. The projectile dissipated upon impact, dumping its kinetic and thermal energy into the interior of the supervisor’s skull.
Durio toppled forward and slapped against the deck, mouth slightly agape, eyes lifeless.
The Sentinel team supervisor’s jaw clenched, his nasal slits quivering in rage. “You murdered a Pree of noble lineage!”
“Outside, now,” Carnen said and marched out of the compartment. Eptus followed. Behind Carnen, the rest of Sentinel and Warden teams entered the passageway from the main hold. Carnen faced Eptus. “I neutralized an asset gone haywire. Did you forget our mission?”
Eptus shifted as he wrestled with his emotions. The words came out with an angry bite. “To ensure the success of Project Fidelity in support of the Provenance.” He bristled. “You should’ve consulted with me before taking such drastic action.”
“I did what needed to be done. If you can’t handle that, then you should find another line of work.” Carnen faced Kemp. “Figure out what happened before this happens again.”
“I’ll investigate Supervisor Durio’s deviations,” she said with a bitter edge.
He stared at her a moment longer, then shifted his eyes to Stevson. “Set a course for the coordinates of the cargo exchange. We’ll dump the body en route.”
“The ships will be gone by the time we get there,” Eptus said.
“I’ll message the Honest Day’s Work. As Stevson said, they’re bounty hunters. Maybe we can work something out,” Carnen said and returned to the interrogation compartment.
Fraenk’s pale face eyed the dead body. With a resigned sigh, he said, “Guess I’m not going anywhere, am I?”
Caren pulled restraints from his belt and placed them on the table. “No, you’re not.”

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