I've seen the 50k for medical injections, but here is the bill after I get my drugs

2022.01.19 01:17 tousie I've seen the 50k for medical injections, but here is the bill after I get my drugs

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2022.01.19 01:17 dumnem Well pretty sure class IV is useless now. Pretty much every time I've been killed by a player it has been to rounds BT+, plenty of BS. Mid-wipe is pretty much gone at just over 37 days.

Early-mid wipe was great but pretty much every dude I fight now is using BT or BS, or BP at absolute worst.
It has been this way for me for the past several days - and I pretty much blame airdrops and lighthouse for the insane loot. At just over 30 days every single person I've killed has been wearing class 4 at the absolute worst, usually class 5 or more.
And the ammo they are using pens through class 4 and 5 like fucking butter dude.
We had such a good thing going this wipe, then airdrops hit and people figured out how to reliably farm rogues with basically no real risk unless they get aimbotted before they get into position and the economy went to shit again.
Maybe I'm unlucky or something, but I'm being killed by rounds that overpen the best armor I can wear at level 24 by a fuck ton.
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2022.01.19 01:17 zakkmylde2000 An Absolute Shit Show

Oh boy I’m back again with more to get out about the same complicated situation as I’ve posted about a million times. This will probably be a damn novel, as I feel like I could make damn soap opera of it at this point, but it is what it is. If anyone takes the time to read it, it is appreciated. I don’t know what advice I could get her that would help, but if I knew what advice I could use I wouldn’t need it much would I?
To start, a little info here, I’ve had a thing for a coworker of mine for almost the entirety of the slightly over year they’ve been there. That said, I never acted on it for two main reasons. One, they’re in a relationship, and two they never showed interest in me. Honestly, the work “crush” doesn’t do anywhere near enough here. It may have not been quite this strong until recently (although I know calling it a crush even early on doesn’t do it justice), but it was still there in one way or another. I did befriend them regardless as we have some similar music taste and life ideologies, and I like to think we became pretty close just as friends.
Around a month and a half to two months ago, they began opening up about some issues in their relationship and while I definitely felt as though I wanted to try and “make a move” (I hate that phrase because it makes love sound like chess and it’s not but it gets the point across) but I thought better of it. Just because I’m the one they opened up to about it doesn’t give me free range to hit on them. So, I listened, gave advice where I felt I could, and just let them have a place to let it out when I couldn’t.
The way I feel about them is definitely a feeling that I’m certain I’ve never felt. I know that they make me happy, and that I enjoy being around them. I know that nothing makes me happier than day dreaming about a life with them, but the key factor in how those dreams play out is that they’re happy with me there. So, I recognized this and told myself that if I truly love them then my goal needs to be me becoming a facilitator of such even if that meant never having my chance. I accepted this, not necessarily happily, but willingly.
A couple of days into them opening up to me about said relationship issues they started making some comments about me to me that were so blatantly obvious that I couldn’t notice. Still, I respected their relationship and decided they’d have to do much more than make some leading comments to make me actually carry out any want I have of more with them. Well, they very obviously noticed this and upped their efforts to the point where I let my feelings be known as well.
I did this mostly because I’ve been around a bit, and I know that a lot of time these things are someone just looking for some positive attention while they’re in such a negative situation at home. I told them this, and that if that were the case I’d be happy to that person for them, and they can just let me know when to stop and boom back to how it was. However, if it were more than that then I knew the way I felt would just become stronger, and I so badly didn’t want a negative opinion of them because I felt led on by it just to find out then that it was only for attention. Not only was I told that wasn’t the case for them but that I was honestly kind of ridiculous for feeling they didn’t. I’ll be honest, I felt like I was a kid again. That burst of pure joy, that feeling of weightlessness, the way they make me feel is something I’ve never felt before, and I honestly thought I considered myself to have been in true love before. This all showed me I was just beginning to learn what that actually was even at my age. Let me be clear that many things get easier with age and wisdom but love most definitely does not.
So, we continued flirting almost incessantly. Eventually, it started getting around work, and with me technically being their superior I addressed it with them and said that it was in them on how that was handled as I in no way wanted anyone to believe my position of authority had anything to do with my newfound confidence to make advances with them. Yet again, it was heavily implied that I was ridiculous for thinking they didn’t want anyone else to know. Still let them be the one to make the first outward move around anyone, but they did and it kinda snowballed from there.
Now, the type of flirting we do is what eventually made me fuck up and say something about them that came out in a way that was taken completely backwards from how I meant it. We’re very brash and very vulgar about it. Honestly one of my favorite things about them when it comes to just how we acted around each other, but that’s besides the point here…
-For some much needed context here as it may get too muddy without it. We live in the Bible Belt and they are non-binary. They didn’t grow up here, but I did. I fully understand their level of hesitation in any form of relationship with people from here as me being a white male down in this part of rural America many of my neighbors assume I think the same backwards ways they do and make comments about certain groups of people that I no way agree with or tolerate in front of me. That said I have still always considered myself a straight cis-male. Maybe some interests here and there that never actually played out but I can’t say they were that compelling of interests. It also means though that someone like them who is identifies themselves as non-binary but was born with the sex of being female, I truly and whole heartedly understand their hesitation in believing I see them as they want to be seen. I know I see them that way, truthfully I really do, but it’s not like I can let them swim in my thoughts for awhile and see that so I made my views of them vocal on many occasions in situations where if I didn’t actually mean it could be rather embarrassing in the long run. Obviously it wouldn’t be embarrassing if I meant it, so I hoped that would help, and I believe for a while it did.-
Back to where I fucked up. One night at work without them there, I took it upon myself to let our coworkers closest to us know that my feeling for them were genuine, and I very regretfully did so in the form of a comment that was quite literally taken to mean the exact opposite of what I meant it to be. I wish I could truly remember it verbatim but can’t as it was a few weeks ago and I didn’t think saying it was going to be taken how it was, but what was meant to come off as a “The way I feel when I look at them is so strong I quite literally couldn’t care less what their pronouns are I love them even if it means I have to change my sexual orientation” came off much more like “I don’t care about their pronouns I want to fuck them”. Honestly, in the moment, I didn’t double check and made sure it came out right because since they weren’t there at the moment to make me clarify what I meant it just didn’t cross my mind. I felt as though the way I said it conveyed the point I meant to make and it didn’t. This is why so damn dangerous to say stupid shit while believing other understand what you mean.
-A small note here, folks, intention is meaningless. While my intent was by far and away meant to be taken in a positive light, and I know whole heartedly that’s the truth, the way it got back to them hurt them. While that wasn’t my intent ignoring that belittles their feelings and makes it out like you’re always right. And that my fiends is how you destroy a relationship over something that should be fixable.-
So, the most unfortunate part of the situation is they didn’t immediately tell me that it got back to them. I don’t necessarily blame them, but at the same time the one thing ever asked for with them was honesty. It was very obvious something was wrong and the first time I told them that I could tell they straight up lied, and said it was because of two reasons we’d specifically discussed in the past would NOT be issues as they were given the opportunity to keep from even putting everything in place for them to be. When I asked why, they just said “because their brain is complicated”.
While I get now this may have been intentionally done to hurt me for at least a somewhat decent reason (really it isn’t because intentionally hurting anyone isn’t a reasonable response to anything but hey we’re all humans and completely fallible) I didn’t know that at the time and fuck did that hurt. Everyone could tell at work as well, but it became more and more apparent there was more to the story than I knew.
It was here I decided I’d give one last opportunity for them to tell me and did so letting them know someone had told me there was more to it, or I’d just have to stop any non-work relationship we had. I knew it were possible I’d done something wrong, but if you can’t tell me then there is no way to maintain any form of a healthy relationship. This is where they told me what happened. My fucking heart sunk so deep. My mother literally died in my arms from cancer, and I can truly say this is the only time I’ve ever felt a pain even remotely similar. Really though it was worse. I had real responsibility in how this happened. My actions could’ve easily been different had I not been too stupid to think before I spoke.
To be truthful here, I didn’t even try and immediately make the point that I meant the opposite of what I said. It would’ve been pointless. It was said, done, and the damage was there. Rather than try and convince them they just misunderstood I told them it was stupid of me to say, and that I am truly sorry about what happened with it. I never meant for it come out that way, but I acknowledged that the intent and purpose was different from the way were taken, but as I said earlier they didn’t come to me immediately about this. So they’d had time to sit and just boil over about it, and the last thing I wanted was to make them feel as though their emotions were unwarranted and not considered. They were valid, and still are. I sincerely hate myself for making them feel that way. Even if they decide to forgive and accept my apology I think I’ll always have an issue with the fact I did something that hurt them in such a deep way. It’s the worst feeling I’ve ever experienced, and I still feel as though it’s not as bad as the way they felt when they heard what was said out of context and repeated poorly to them. That’s probably the worst part. In fact, no probably needed, it is.
So, here we are. I’m an absolute piece of shit guys. I know this. I know what I said even taken the wrong caused the person I care for most in the world a level of pain I wouldn’t wish upon anyone. We spoke about it, and told them I’d respect what they wished to become of our relationship regardless what it is. I mean that and still do.
That was about a day and a half ago now, and on my way home from work I received a message from their current partner they’re still having problems with. Basically giving me some BS about having a man to man, and accusing me of things that didn’t happen. Such as me making unwanted advances, being the only one making inappropriate comments, and trying to “steal” their partner out from under them when they know for fact they don’t want it.
Now, I’ll be honest it was difficult not to immediately point out that obviously there is a large gap between their knowledge of what’s happened here, and the real truth. That I actually fully respected their relationship to the extent that I refused to act on feelings that I have had for over a year now based solely on my respect of their relationship. So they can take their accusations and shove them, and they need to be more concerned about the fact their partner is actually terrified to tell them truth that they’ve wanted out for quite some time because of the childish “I’ll kill myself and it’ll be your fault” reaction they’ll have. I’ve refused this entire time to speak poorly of this person directly, as doing so would be wholly against the idea that I want them to make the choice they decide is best, and not the one I’ve coerced them in to making. Now, I know the truth that it wasn’t something that was hidden from them, or maybe it were at one point until the comment I made got back to our mutual love interest and likely due to an inability to hold back the hurt they told a partial truth about what happened that didn’t involve them making any advances and had made me out to be some creep of a coworker that has been trying to use my position to influence them. This honestly made me almost tell them anyway with zero regard towards the fallout it would cause. Still I held back and messaged the person in the middle of it all to let them know what was said.
The initial response was actually not was I expecting here really. It was that “You’re an adult if you wanna tell them and ruin my life do it”.
Now, look, I get I fucked up big time with my comment. I accept my responsibility there, and will own up to it. Me telling the truth being what ruins it though? Not so much. I didn’t inject myself into the middle of this. I was pulled in. The lack of honesty between those two is their problem, and I have zero to do with that. From the way I see it, if anything I was more respectful of their relationship than they are. While I haven’t said that to them yet, as I feel doing so in any other way than in person would be wrong. I responded letting them know my only concern is what they wanted, which is very much true, but it doesn’t mean I’m accepting responsibility for their actions. Finally, after having to ask multiple times, they said they’d prefer I didn’t, and so for now, if for no other reason than pure regret I feel for my comment I’m going to respect that. I will be discussing it with them person most definitely before moving forward on responding to their partner, which at this point I’m 90% certain I’m going to do regardless. If it makes them hate me, so be it, but if it ends the relationship that I factually know has only not been ended due to a fear of confrontation on one side of it I’ll being doing someone I care about a huge favor. It may be at the expense of my happiness, but I can accept that after knowing how I hurt them.
That did confirm something I had a suspicion of for a bit now though, and that’s that they’ve been purposefully telling half truths to their partner who messaged me, and then listening to them talk poorly of me like it’s the truth while knowing it’s not only a lie, but a lie they told them. Why? I’m uncertain but my guess is it makes it easier to justify knowing they’re making a poor choice. Maybe I’m not much better, but regardless they need out of that relationship. It’s obviously become more toxic than I ever imagined and is doing so because of the toxic actions of the both of them and not just one.
Don’t get me wrong, while my feelings for them are strong, I’m not incapable of seeing someone I love as human. As someone who can lie, cheat, and purposely hurt someone. We’re all human here, and we’ve all been a toxic person at some point in our existence even if only briefly. I’ve had more than my fair share of moments I’m not proud of. One of the worst I just openly admitted in this very thread because regardless my intent it wound up becoming a rather toxic situation as a whole. At least I’m willing to admit and learn from it rather than just hope it becomes toxic in a way that somehow benefits both parties (spoiler alert folks it never does become that). I’m capable of allowing myself to know fucked up while not pretending all the issues are my fault.
So, in hopes the person I care about so much sees this, and knowing they’re on here I’m putting this out there even though I intend on telling you in person I’m going to write this last part directly to them. I’ve posted about them before and I feel like they saw it, because the next time we talked it felt like they knew what I was say, so here goes;
If me telling the truth about your actions destroys your relationship then, the actions that the truth is about did it. Not the telling of said truth. I never asked you to initiate things with me. In actuality I was so scared of being rejected by you I literally ignored signs you gave that made implications towards things I would give the world to have, and because of my respect for you and your relationship I forcefully made myself make you make the first move here. I never wanted any pain for myself, or exponentially more so you. I’m also not going to sit here and pretend that finding out that’s how you’ve gone about it doesn’t hurt just because I know I hurt you. I love you in the most pure form I’ve ever known. I’ve never been willing to sacrifice something I want so badly so someone can have a way out that will surely lead them to a better place than they’re in, and I would do that in a heartbeat for you. That said, the issues between you and them are the making of you two, and you two alone. I even offered to work extra so you could have time off to try and fix it. I did that knowing fully that doing so could permanently eliminate the possibility of ever having what I want with you. If it made you happy I was willing to do it. You’re the one that has shot down every attempt I made at giving you a chance to back out of what was happening between us, and every time I’ve given you an opportunity to say you’d rather make it work with them.
At this point, what’s happened today has shown me one major thing though. Your only way of justifying staying with them over me is to have them tell you things about me you know are lies because they’re lies you told them. You’ve made it where you’ll get constant reinforcement that what you know to be true is told to you to be false. If that’s what you want, so be it, but I can promise you this, you’re going to regret it one day. Even if it’s not a regret that is about me, it is guaranteed that avoiding the truth like this will become a regret.
I may have my problems. I’m no model. My teeth are shit
Another side note here; -Which by the way the $600 I gave you without expectation of return to get your car back when you were giving them money to pay notes they were just pocketing? Yeah that and the fact that I didn’t take a raise last year so you and everyone else in the store could have a raise are why I had to ask for an advance to start a 5 figure process to fix my teeth. And also yeah I got so headstrong on getting it done because I wanted to fix what I can about myself because you deserve no less than the best of me and I even gave you and told you there was no obligation of repaying before I thought I had a chance and the worst part is I did it to quell issues between the two of you who obviously made you unhappy. No I don’t want repayment now, and I didn’t do it to make you want me in that way. It was truly to hopefully help facilitate an environment that could be helpful for someone I care about. That said, you’d be in an even worse spot with them without it. I’m just pointing the hypocrisy in accusing me of being the one who would ruin your relationship when I’ve literally sacrificed things I’ve wanted for myself for so long because of how much I truly believe the world would be a better place with a legitimately happy version of you in it.-
I know my living situation is crap. You know well it’s because I got my ass kicked in a divorce that at the time it happened I’d have done anything to stop from happening. I’ve taken money from the same fund to fix my teeth to get a better place than living with my fiend here so that if you decided you wanted to give me a chance, or even didn’t but decided you needed out of the relationship your in you’d have a place to go without moving so far back home and losing a job you’re good at and have worked your way up in. I know that there things about me that could be better, but at the end of the day at least these things are truthful, and not predicated on some half assed form of the truth that paints me out to be some perverted creep and you to be some perfect little thing with no responsibility in this.
Still, if you call me a hour from now and say please come help you, I’m going to do it. I’m going to ignore the BS and help you because I love you and I get that these things are happening from a place of hurt. That said though, I’m not taking responsibility for your failing relationship. I’m in no way at fault in that, and since you told your partner I think your relationship is bullshit, I’d like to point out, it’s because you told me it is.
I hurt you, and I accept that. That’s not why you’re in the position you’re in though. You’re in it because you put yourself there. You know that just as much as anyone. You need to do yourself a favor and stop pretending you don’t.
All in all, I’ll always regret saying what I said, but the fact you took something I did one time about two weeks ago, and have now made it the source you believe is the cause of the issues in your relationship that date back over a year is a joke. It’s laughable and as bad as I feel for my part in hurting you it’s such a ridiculous thing to do it doesn’t even add to how bad I feel about it.
To their partner if you read this too somehow. Maybe if you’d quit using how far they moved to be with you as a reason you think they’d never leave, and let it be the reason you hold yourself to higher standard for them you wouldn’t have to find ways of talk poorly about others to build yourself up to keep them. Maybe if instead of being so hypocritical you won’t let them do things that you let yourself do they’d feel more appreciated. Maybe if you’d quit using their money to buy weed they literally get hives from they’d feel like you actually give two fucks about how they feel. Maybe if you’d accept responsibility for destroying the car they paid for and somehow allowed you to not allow them to use it alone they’d feel trusted. You won’t though because everyone else is the problem, not you, right? Get over yourself. Stop finding the issues in them and everyone they associate with to belittle everyone but yourself so you seem better than you are without actually making yourself better. You’ve got a list of fixable problems longer than an elementary school janitor has 8am on a Friday, and you ignore it because you got someone to move a long way for you. Guess what? I guarantee that regardless of what I do, or what their opinion becomes of me, you’re going to lose them if you don’t fix your own damn self. And it’ll be to someone much less accepting of wanting to let them make the choice they want than I. I’m doing you more favors than anything and I don’t even know you well and what I do know is so much of joke I can’t even say I dislike you. There’s nothing valuable enough to form an opinion either way on because you refuse to even try. I’ve been in your place too, as well as others I’ve known, and guess what? Those of us that changed have decent lives. Maybe not perfect but I’m not scrounging for change to buy dinner because my SO is the only one working a job. No, your SSI paying the rent doesn’t do enough when you spend their money on your bullshit they hate and you know they hate it. Either give up the weed and taking care of your adult friends who won’t take care of themselves with their money or get ready to lose them eventually anyway. It’s your choice at this point, and there’s only one correct one. I doubt you make it that one though. Until then there’s zero change I’d entertain the thought of a “man to man” conversation with you. Because in the sense you mean it it’s an absolute joke.
Well, I hope in all honesty both of you see this. Do yourselves both a favor and get away from each other. You’re both doing more damage to each other than I ever could if I wanted to. Do that and fix yourselves and try again or don’t. Either way the fact you both wanna make me out to be the problem shows exactly how disconnected you two are from the reality of the situation you’ve both put yourselves in.
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2022.01.19 01:17 theonlymember Microsoft will buy Activision Blizzard

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2022.01.19 01:17 AkatsukiRabbit Where is Derek?

I usually enjoy his story times on YouTube at night but he hasn't uploaded in over three weeks. I was wondering if he is OK? Maybe just busy or has other things in life going on. Anybody know what he is up to?
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2022.01.19 01:17 CDRSkywalker1991 Moisture Contamination during Composite Restoration. Re-Etch needed?

Or is it enough to just reapply Bonding agent. In Dental school, we were taught when dealing with moisture contamination to rinse, dry, re-etch then prime and bond. This is how I currently do it. But I started wondering why we would have to re-etch due to moisture contamination if the step after placing etch is to rinse and dry. Can any dental materials experts or any dentist really help explain this?
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2022.01.19 01:17 InmemoryofDW We're too far gone, Jerry!

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2022.01.19 01:17 slightlights Thanks to AMERICAN HERO JOE BIDEN, COVID-19 test kits are now available to order through USPS:

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2022.01.19 01:17 JamesRB1SZN Region breakdown of votes.

I'd like to see what shit stain region voted for these God awful sets. I have a good idea but I just want confirmation.
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2022.01.19 01:17 Walking_Music_Lover If you are anything like me 1 January is not the day for resolutions! I made mine last week. 12000 steps a day was one of them. Better diets and generally being a better person also. Obviously! But the realistic step objectve works when you have a great, long playlist. Workout Pop Music 120 BPM

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2022.01.19 01:17 Eternis Any way to emulate second touch on Android?

I have been playing Sky force Reloaded on Android. I hurt my hand and thought it would be doable to play through otg with a mouse... But I can't figure out how to charge doing it this way.
Any way to do so...?
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2022.01.19 01:17 HeadOfSpectre The Paragon Mom (3)

Hey there Mommies and Strangers.

If you’ve been following my recent, strange series of posts, you’ll know that my situation has been… Well, difficult, lately. My son, Brandon, is still missing. Several days ago, he disappeared into the forest with the bloody remains of our dog, Dashwood. The police weren’t able to find any trace of him, so at the advice of one of the readers, I turned to someone else to help me. A witch named Dr. Caroline Vega. Her theory was that Brandon had been taken into another world… And as crazy as it might sound, I believe she’s correct. I’ve seen this other world with my own eyes. The Midnight Grove… I barely made it back alive.

Dr. Vega told me that I would probably need a guide to help me traverse this place. I was wrong to ignore her the first time. It’s a mistake I’ve got no intention of making twice and so… That’s what led me to Aurora Pryce. I really can’t say for sure what I expected from Pryce. She was willing to meet me for breakfast the next morning when I emailed her and when I reached the diner she’d told me to meet her at, I settled into one of the booths, not sure what or who to expect.

The woman I met was of about medium height with a lithe build and gave off the vibe of having a sort of wiry strength. Her red hair was tied back in a loose ponytail and she carried herself with confidence. Her every move gave off the impression that there wasn’t a thing in the world that could hurt her and she knew it. She had a serious face and intense green eyes, although the smile she wore when she greeted me was warm and personable.

“You must be Ellen.” She said as she sat down across from me. She offered a hand for me to shake. She had a deep, somewhat commanding voice.
“I am, yes. It’s nice to meet you, thank you so much for coming on short notice.
“It’s no problem, really. Just happy to help however I can.”

There was a sincerity to her words that put me at ease. I could see why Dr. Vega had recommended her.

“I appreciate that…” I said, “I’m sure you’ve heard this all before but… Well, it’s not exactly easy to ask for help in this kind of situation. I… I was reluctant to call. I didn’t want to drag someone else into this mess. But… Well. I can’t do this by myself.”
It was hard to say it out loud.

“I’ve been in that boat before… It’s not easy.” Pryce said softly, “It’s overwhelming. The first time I ran into something like this, I didn’t know what to do, how to handle it, or even how to fight it. I just sorta did what I know. Found a target and pursued it. Granted, I used to do it in the air. But I learned how to handle a rifle in basic.”
“You were in the military?” I asked.
She pulled a set of dog tags from under her shirt to show them off.

“Sergeant Pryce, RCAF at your service. Sic Itur ad Astra. Y’know… I thought I’d seen everything. Did a few tours, then came home, didn’t even really get a chance to rest before I found myself snooping into some weird shit. Next thing I know… I’m down the fuckin’ rabbit hole… Wish I could say it gets easier but it really doesn’t. That’s why I do what I do though. I didn’t have anybody to help me deal with it. Now, people have me. It doesn’t exactly pay as well as my day job. But I sleep a little better at night.”

“You don’t get scared, dealing with these things? Putting your life at risk?”
She laughed.

“All the time.” She said, “Being scared isn’t the issue. It’s what you do with that fear. Do you let it freeze you up, or do you channel it into something else?” She shrugged. “That’s how I see it, anyway. Maybe I’m full of shit. Who knows.”

She opened the menu to skim through it.

“Have you ever dealt with the Midnight Grove before?” I asked. She paused for a moment but didn’t look up at me again.

“Once.” She said, “Very briefly. I can’t imagine some of the old Fae living there are too fond of me. Why… You think that’s where your son might be?”

“I know it is. Dr. Vega gave me a ritual… I tried it last night. I’ve been inside the Grove. I know he’s there.”
Pryce glanced up at me, frowning slightly.

“You went into the Grove? By yourself?”
“It… It wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had…”
“I’ll say. From what I’ve heard, some of the things in there just need to smell you before they start hunting you. How long were you there?”

“Long enough to get attacked. I managed to wound whatever it was with my husband's shotgun but… Christ… I swear I blew its head off and it looked like it was still alive…”
“It probably was. From what I’ve heard, the Grove has a weird energy to it. Things from there are hard to kill and things that spend too much time there get… Changed. I’m sure you could ask Dr. Vega for the specifics. This kinda thing all goes a little over my head. But picking a fight with anything inside the Grove, isn’t a great idea.”

“I don’t suppose you’d know how to draw things out…” I asked hopefully.
“If Dr. Vega didn’t suggest it, I don’t think there is a way.” She said, “What I do have is some tricks up my sleeve that might even the odds… I need a bit of time to get set up. But I could have it ready for tonight or tomorrow morning.”
I felt my heart skip a beat. Tonight or tomorrow morning?
“You could? Really? The sooner the better!”
“I’ll see what I can get. I’ve got a friend in town who can help me get my hands on some supplies. I’m going to be completely upfront with you, it’s not exactly foolproof. I don’t know much about the Grove other than it’s a shitty place to be with a lot of tough customers. I’m not going to pretend like this is going to be easy. But I’ll do what I can to help you.”
I could’ve kissed her right at that moment. Instead, I settled for a simple thank you and tried not to cry.

“Don’t worry about it.” Pryce assured me, “Tell you what. You can pay me by buying breakfast. Have you ever had the western omelet here? Absolutely fucking legendary. They use peameal bacon. It’s incredible!”

She could’ve asked me to buy her the whole damn diner and I would’ve done it. Instead, this woman agreed to help me enter what had to be a circle of hell to help me save my son… And all she wanted was a western omelet with a side of peameal bacon. To her credit… She was right about the omelet. It really was fantastic.

I spent the remainder of the day waiting anxiously for Pryce to text me and I would be lying if I said that it was an easy wait. The hours dragged by at an almost agonizing pace. Seconds felt like minutes and I couldn’t find a single thing to take my mind off it. I slept for a while, then woke up to check my phone in the hopes that Pryce had texted me. Some gnawing, doubting feeling in my gut told me she wouldn’t. That she would find some excuse not to help me… But there were messages from her alright.

‘Going to take a while. Heading back to my place to grab some supplies. Asked a friend to pick me up something special as well from her work. Might come in handy. I should be back in town tonight.’

‘Got the supplies. On my way back. Going to rest first. You should too. Should be ready to go by dawn. Does 5 or 6 work better for you?’

The fact that she’d taken the time to update me did lift my spirits a little. At least I knew that if nothing else, she intended to keep her word. But it didn’t make the waiting any easier. I set an alarm for 4 in the morning. I wanted to be ready for her to come at 5. Then, I tried to eat. I thought it better to have something in my stomach. I didn’t have the mental energy to cook. I ordered takeout instead, and when it came I just picked at it.

My stomach felt repulsed at the idea of food. Looking at the mixture of lo mein noodles and sweet and sour pork on my plate just made me feel sick. The sight of the deep fried pork conjured up images of the broken flesh of that shambling thing after I’d shot it… When I closed my eyes, I could still see it writhing on the ground. I tried not to look up at the woods. But it was hard not to. I kept staring at the trees, looking for signs of movement. As usual, I saw nothing… And it did nothing to put my mind at ease. When I couldn’t eat, I took a sleeping pill to try and make myself sleep. It did the the job well enough. Dreamless slumber was better than the gnawing anxiety keeping me up.

I was woken up by a loud pounding at my door and the beeping of my alarm. Groggy, I glanced at my phone. 4:02 AM. It was still dark outside. The knocking at the door came again and I dragged myself out of bed, shuffling to the front door to pull it open.


Pryce stood on my doorstep, dressed in a black turtleneck sweater with a canvas backpack slung over her shoulder. She didn’t wait for an invitation before quietly slipping past me to get inside. She carried something that looked like a guitar case with her.

“Sorry. Figured you wouldn’t mind if I came early.”
“Not at all.” I said, still groggy, “I was just waking up. Can I get you some coffee? Breakfast?”
“Coffee would be great.”

She seemed pretty lively considering the time, but I suppose someone like her would be used to waking up at the crack of dawn. I shuffled into the kitchen to put on the coffee machine and figured I might as well make pancakes as well. Just because my life had gone to shit, didn’t mean I had to be a bad host.

As I shuffled about the kitchen, Pryce set up on my kitchen table. She set her case down on the table and put her backpack down gently in one of the chairs. I watched as she opened the case and recoiled slightly as she took out a scoped assault rifle.

“That’s… A lot…” I murmured under my breath.
“C7A2.” She said, “30 rounds of ‘Fuck Off’ that should either scare off or kill anything we run into. My friend Jasmine swears by this thing. I figured that it would be worth it to stop by home and pick it up. I made a few modifications based on Dr. Vegas advice, about a year or so back. Nothing that really impacts performance. But she showed me some runes I could use to give it a little more kick.”
“You think it’ll be enough?” I asked.

“I think it’s better than being unarmed.” She replied, “Vega says that the Grove makes things stronger. My reckoning is that what might kill something dead out here, might not quite do the trick in there. So, it really can’t hurt to pack a little extra oomph…”

She set the rifle down onto the table, before opening up her backpack. She gently took something out and set it down on my kitchen counter. It looked like a brown stick of something, but I couldn’t tell what.

“Then there’s these. My friend Amanda works down at the quarry. I asked if they had any dynamite. Turns out they do. So… She kinda borrowed some.”
“Dynamite?” I asked before it clicked. She’d just put explosives down on my countertop. “Is that… Safe?”

“As long as we don’t start violently shaking the bag and tossing it around, we’ll be fine.” She said, “I don’t have a lot. Enough to give something one hell of a nasty surprise. But that’s it. And lastly…”

From a side pocket of the bag, she took out a black tactical knife. She pulled it from its sheath and I could see white runes carved along the blade.
“For getting out of trouble. The runes’ll mess up some of the weaker entities. But I dunno how effective it’ll be against anything that powerful. Still. Better to have it than to leave it.”
She hooked the knife onto her belt.
“Other than that, I’ve got a few spare clips of ammo. I’m about as ready as I’m bound to get.”

I almost felt embarrassed for not being ready myself, although the reality of having explosives in my kitchen had woken me up in a way that coffee could only have aspired to.
“I’ll get myself ready, then…” I said softly. The smell of something burning reminded me of the pancakes I’d started and I hastily flipped them before setting them on a lower heat.

“I’ve got my husband's shotgun, do you think that would be enough?”
“By itself, probably not. I could use the same runes on it though. It’ll add a little extra sting to your shots.” Pryce offered. I didn’t waste any time in letting her have the shotgun. Carving little runes into the stock wasn’t going to hurt it and if she said it might help, I wasn’t about to question her.

I was ready within the next half hour. I took a quick shower and put on some comfortable clothes. Pryce had eaten and finished with my shotgun by the time I came out again. It sat by my kitchen table, waiting for me. Pryce herself stood waiting, backpack on and rifle in hand. I picked up the shotgun to inspect it, before deciding that it didn’t matter what I made of the runes. They were either going to help or they weren't.

“You set?” Pryce asked. I nodded slowly and set the gun down.
“Yes… Yeah, I’m ready.”
The sun wasn’t up yet. The sky was still dark and the forest sat ominous and silent behind my house. No point in waiting any longer. I set the candle on the table again and drew the same sigil I’d drawn last time. Pryce and I stood inside it, at the ready.

I lit the candle first, then burned the incense. That sweet, heavy smoke filled my lungs again. Beside me, I heard Pryce inhale, then exhale. I coughed. She didn’t. My head began to feel light. I could feel the buzz coming on. I felt Pryce reach for my hand and take it.

“You know the way there…” She said, “Show me…”

The world was different. The candle was brighter. I looked out the window and into the woods. I forced myself to see the darkness of the Midnight Grove. I dredged it up from my memories and could feel myself starting to shake as I did. I made myself envision it… I made myself return… And as I blinked, the dark vision of whatever hell that thing had taken my son to shifted from my memories into reality.

I could see the impossibly dark trees through the windows. I could sense the unease growing in my stomach and I found myself regretting wasting my time with breakfast.

“That’s it…” I said softly, “That’s it…”

Beside me, Pryce stared into the woods, her brow furrowed. She let go of my hand and approached the window. She surveyed the darkened trees, looking for some sign of life before she took a deep breath.
“Alright then…” She said, before looking back at me. “Let’s move out. I’m going to see if I can pick up a trail. Tracks or something. Stay close. Eyes up, but walk softly.”

She headed for the back door and stepped out into the twisted reflection of my backyard. Then, rifle at the ready she stepped down off the porch. I followed her closely, trying to move as she did. I felt almost like a child, mimicking a parent. Pryce barely made a sound as she walked. She moved like a panther. Compared to her, I might as well have strapped half the kitchenware to my body for all the sound I made.

She pulled a flashlight from her belt and after listening for a moment, shined it down onto the ground. She swept it slowly and deliberately through the grass as she scanned the area near my porch. She paused, keeping the light on something for a moment, before moving on. A moment later, she stopped.

“Tracks…” She said softly, “I can see two sets. I figure one must be yours from your last trip in. The other one though… Paw prints and shoe prints…”
“Brandon and Dashwood…” I replied, “They left a trail?”
“Looks like it… Alright. Let’s move into the woods. Watch where I step. Just stay as quiet as you can.”

She used the flashlight to follow the trail for a moment before turning it off and heading into the woods. Once we were at the treeline, she ducked lower. I did the same. We were in the Midnight Grove now… And though I could hear nothing else in those woods except for us, I knew we were not alone.

Pryce moved quietly but quickly, never getting too far ahead of me. She turned her flashlight on every few meters, keeping it close to the ground to make sure we were still on the right track.

“Best not to leave it on, in case we attract something.” She’d said at one point, “A little less convenient this way. But at least we can control the light.”

I suppose it isn’t much of an achievement to say that with Pryce, I got further than I had before. Last time, I couldn’t have lasted more than a few minutes but this time, we moved deeper into the forest than I’d been even outside of the Grove. A few minutes very quickly turned into what must have been an hour or so. A couple of times, Pryce signaled for me to stop and to take cover. The first time she did, I didn’t understand what she meant until I saw her ducking behind a tree to hide and I quickly did the same thing.

A few moments later, I heard it. Something big, stalking through the forest. I could hear its raspy breathing and slow, lumbering steps that shook the ground. I didn’t dare look out to see what it might’ve been. Perhaps that was for the best.

When silence returned, Pryce peeked out of her hiding spot, then gestured that it was all clear.
“Shootings better as a last resort here.” She said, “Start popping off rounds, and you tell everything nearby exactly where you are. We’re clear now. C’mon.”

With that, she was on the move again.

Our next encounter came another hour or so later. Just like the first time, Pryce went silent, before gesturing for me to get into cover. I didn’t hesitate this time. There was a tree nearby, down a short incline and I ducked behind it. I could see Pryce doing the same behind a large stump.

I held my breath, listening for movement but I didn’t hear anything. Not at first, anyways… Then came the low, shuddering rasp of something close to me. It almost sounded human… Almost… Maybe that’s what it used to be.

But just from the sound, it made in its throat, I already knew that there was nothing human about what was lurking near the tree I was hiding behind. I gripped my shotgun tight, steeling myself to pull the trigger if I needed to, knowing that it most likely wouldn’t end well.

I glanced over to where I’d seen Pryce duck into hiding but… She wasn’t there… The spot where she’d been a moment before was empty. I heard a low, throaty huff from whatever creature was lurking nearby. I could hear its soft footsteps as it moved to round the tree and I gripped my gun tight.

Then, I heard an animalistic shriek of surprise… Then a low, gurgling rasp followed by a thud. I panicked and made myself stand. I rounded the tree, shotgun in my trembling hands to blow the head off whatever creature was waiting for me. Instead, I saw it on the ground, with Pryce on top of it.

The creature looked similar to the one I’d seen before, although it couldn’t have been the same one. It was clearly still alive although its throat had been cut. The only sound it could still make was a wet, rasping noise as black blood gushed out of its wound.

Pryce had forced it onto its side. She had seized it by one wrist to keep it from swiping at her and had the other arm pinned beneath her boot. The creature probably could’ve overpowered her easily if it had the time. But she must’ve caught it off guard and now, there didn’t seem to be much it could do to fight back. She drove the runed combat knife into its chest, over and over again, leaving several deep stab wounds in its chest before finally launching herself away from the wounded creature.

I could see it struggling to stand, only able to let out wet gurgling noises as it tried to breathe. But it seemed too heavily wounded. The creature pulled itself onto its stomach, shielding it from further harm but Pryce seemed to have expected that. As soon as it was down on its stomach, she came at it again, leaping onto its back to pin it down as she stabbed it again, puncturing its lungs and ripping at its vital organs. The creature squirmed in panic, trying to scream in pain but it didn’t have the energy.

Pryce tore into it with a cold, precise violence that both turned my stomach and left me in awe. Once she was done with its back, she seized it by what little hair was left on its head and drove the knife through its temple, violently twisting it. The creature seemed to shudder as its body went limp. Its limbs seemed to twitch and with a final grunt, Pryce ripped the knife out of its head. She wiped the blood off on its grayish skin before standing up. The creature was still twitching and gurgling. But it made no more efforts to get up.

“I-Is it dead…” I asked, my voice cracking slightly.
“Yeah… I’d say so…” Pryce replied, breathless, “Sorry. Saw it sniffing you out and figured I’d blindside it.”

She sheathed her knife before gesturing for me to follow.
“C’mon, let’s not hang around too long.”
She took off in a jog and I didn’t stick around to see what came to investigate the attack. I followed her.

“What was that thing?” I asked.
“Ghoul. That’s what happens when you fuck around with the Old Fae. It’s never a pretty sight… I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised they’re in here, considering this is where the Old Fae live.”
“Old Fae, what are those?” I asked.
“Exactly what it says on the tin. Old Fae.” Pryce replied, “I dunno the full history of it, but supposedly a long time ago, some of the Forest Fae split into two groups. Some of them stayed in our world. Never encountered one of them, but I guess they seem normal enough. The rest struck a deal with the creature that runs this world, and came here… Problem is, this place has a way of changing things. Twisting them. The Old Fae are the oldest of their number… They’re powerful. Almost like Gods.”

“Have you ever killed one?” I asked.
Pryce looked back at me.
“An Old Fae? I dunno if they even can be killed. Like I said, they’re basically one step below Gods. You can fight a God. Maybe you can even win. But you’ll never kill them. Just trust me on that?”

“Why, have you ever fought a God?”
“Once. Can’t say I’d want to do it again.”
“Wait… Seriously? You’ve fought a God?”
Pryce smiled slightly.

“Tell you what, after we get your son, I’ll tell you all about it over another omelet.”
With that, she turned and kept walking. Then after a moment, I followed, knowing that at the end of the path, Brandon would be waiting.
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