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Hello, and welcome to my latest RP interest check! You may call me Stevie (29/she/they) and I'm dying for an RP involving superheroes/villains and/or superpowers!
Lore-wise, I'm wide open with the nature and origin of our characters. Bestowed powers from a divine entity? Born with them as a genetic thing? Magic user? No powers to speak of but just really good at engineering weapons out of trash collected from dumpster dives? I'm down for anything. Collaborative worldbuilding is my whole jam, and I'd love to put together our own comic-esque city and either build our two-person cast into it or populate it with a whole ensemble of costumed wackadoos.
I RP in third person, past tense, and prefer to use drawn references or descriptions over pictures of real people. I'd love to hear your plot ideas, and I have a few of my own as well:

We both have powers and attend a university for gifted students together. One of our characters is popular and has an easy mastery of their powers, while the other is more of a social outcast and struggles with their power set. However, their friendship has endured through the years. When disappearances start to occur at our rival university, we get intrepid and decide to investigate. This could put us in the history books! It could also end in disaster.
A group of friends on a camping trip get exposed to radioactive waste and it changes them. Together they have to contend with strange and challenging new abilities. Maybe form a hero squad?
YC is either a hero or a villain. Mine is a civilian. You can either rescue me or stick me up. Either way, this is the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me, and before the night is over I convince you to take me on as a sidekick (or henchperson). I throw myself into my new line of work with a surprising competence and enthusiasm, and eventually through some investigation you find out why: I just don't want to go home to my abusive spouse.

Romance is optional but on the table! Willing to play any gender opposite the gender of your choice in a relationship. Mun must be okay with fight scenes (long-range and melee), nicotine, alcohol, crude humor with occasional slapstick, and the possibility of vehicular violence (I'm pretty big on Car Fu as a trope).
Thanks for reading! Hit me up at stevita#/6844 on Discord if interested!

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Mordecai’s question caused Kazue to think for a little bit about how things might have been. She’d never managed to get close enough to a guy to really consider her options. All things considered, from an Azeria point of view one of the strangest things about her marriage was that she’d gone into it a virgin. For group marriages, the usual minimum was that every woman had slept with the man enough times to be sure about how they felt about everything. ‘Maiden’ was only a position title, it didn’t mean quite the same thing to them as it did to others.
It wasn’t the same for other Kitsune clans, other than the usage of ‘maiden’. Despite the potential benefits of a longer life, the downsides were enough that no clan had tried to perform the same ritual that had changed the Azeria clan. Of course, there was the occasional immigrant kitsune, but most of those were guys who were as interested in the potential of a ‘harem’ as they were in the potential for a longer life. Those who didn’t understand the power dynamics were never allowed to join the clan.
Azeria had already been a Matriarchal clan, as were most Kitsune clans, but the gender imbalance combined with the fertility issues had caused a shift in relationship structures that pushed the power more towards the women. Oh, men still had some advantages from being rarer, Takehiko only got away with having so many flings because of it, and had been clear enough about not being interested in being tied down that no group of women had tried to form around him so he avoided the stigma of being ‘picky’ as well. But that was exactly why women had the greater power when it came to deciding a long-term arrangement. They had fewer options to find a perfect partner.
What would have happened if she had not had her accident? How long would it have taken for her to be able to not get flustered to the point of fleeing? Would she have become part of a group, or found an outsider like her mother had?
These thoughts and her memories flowed through her core as well as her avatar, and a different sort of pattern analysis came from her core, the results of which left Kazue shocked and a touch flushed in the cheeks. Her friends Gako and Tia, along with a couple of others who weren’t visiting the dungeon, had been forming a group that included her and had been ‘interviewing’ a select few men. Those three men were the ones they’d talked to her about the most, and she could see now the pattern that was them pushing her towards sharing a private evening with each of them.
Kazue knew herself well enough now that a bit of reflection told her that she’d have been able to enjoy a fully shared marriage with them, though she was less certain about which guy she’d have liked enough. And it caused her to briefly consider the scenario of drawing those four friends into this marriage. Oh, the bond couldn’t be expanded to them, at least not until they’d grown enough to re-learn it and handle the energies involved, but the marriage itself could. In that scenario, she wouldn’t mind sharing a bedroom with them, and she didn’t feel jealous about the idea of Mordecai and Moriko being with the other girls either. Well, beyond the reduced ‘attention’ from them at least.
She was certain that Mordecai could be convinced to try if she asked. He wouldn’t be bothered by the idea and would want to make her happy. Moriko would be the harder one to convince. It might seem ironic given her past behavior, but now that the woman had decided to dedicate herself to Mordecai and Kazue, she wasn’t likely to be very open to changing the setup. Following the path of passion might cause some people to explore every new passion, but it could also cause someone to become very focused on a singular passion as well.
As for herself, well, Kazue was certain she could convince her friends, and she was equally certain she’d enjoy the results, but in the end, she didn’t really want to. She would probably find a happy life down that path, but it wasn’t this happy life, and she felt that she preferred this one.
That resolution felt satisfying to both her mind and her emotions, so she set the matter aside for now, though it did mean she needed to have a conversation with at least Gako and Tia. Hmm. She did want to do one thing though and briefly checked in with her spouses to explain the situation and her request, which they both OKed.
Well, nothing to do about it but wait now, and watching her friends make their way through the library was still entertaining. The six women were not rushing, they were taking their time to explore and at least flip through some books with a bit of spot reading. A lot of the books were from the clan anyway, so there were relatively few new ones for them anyway. But they had found most of the clues so far, so it shouldn’t be long before they found her.
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The fight with Biblios went much as Mordecai had expected. The group had moved with care through the maze, conserving their stamina and magic as much as possible, so they had more to expend upon the boss. While he hadn’t double-teamed them by throwing Horace in too, he had used the room variant with the elevated branches and foliage growing between the bookshelves, giving Biblios cover when he needed it. The party had ranged people, but no natural fliers, and only the huntress was capable of readily jumping between the levels, which had little point as her strong point was ranged attacks anyway.
The mage had prepared herself well however, with a mix of fire spells and ones to give temporary flying, enabling the warriors to try and close with the dragon. This only worked so well for them as the group also had to contend with the spawning Bookwyrms and Biting Words constructs. The former were technically more dangerous, but the latter were hard to tell apart from the books that fell off the shelves anyway when disturbed by the fighting, so time had to be taken to deal with them.
It took them about twice as long as the group led by Kazue’s mother to bring Biblios down to the point where Mordecai despawned his boss and acknowledged their victory, but they did get there and did a lot less damage in the process, giving them a chance to collect some scrolls and books as part of their victory.
They were well ahead of the shrine maidens at this point, and Kazue was going to want to hang out with her friends for longer even after they had won their challenge, so Mordecai greeted them alone and gave them a chance to clean up before enjoying a small feast.
At the end of it, he dropped a question that mostly provoked the responses he was expecting. “I expect you are all a bit tired, so I will let you retire to your rooms now if you like, and I’ve arranged for some stamina recovery potions after your tiring day. But, exactly how many rooms will you be needing, and for whom?” The priest was the most confused, and the huntress and the mage were the least confused and had in fact already staked out seats on either side of him. They exchanged glances and a smile, and the mage inclined her head slightly to let the huntress take the lead.
The huntress turned to the other women who had started to figure out what was going on. “So, are you three in for a bit of exploration?” Now the priest caught what was going on, and looked a bit bemused. The conversation that followed was even more straightforward than Mordecai was expecting despite Kazue’s answer earlier. The two front-line warriors were in, though uncertain about how serious they were for something long-term, and the spearwoman was interested but explicitly only for this night. Fun was one thing, but for the long term, she wanted to be in a couple. She just didn’t feel like being left alone for the night if everyone else was having fun.
When they had all declared their interest they then turned to the priest, who raised his hand in a ‘wait’ gesture as he thought. After a few moments, he lowered his hand with a smile. “I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting anything so, well, sudden. I was expecting a conversation with at least the two of you after we got back home. But alright, I’m good with everyone’s conditions, but that also sets the priority for my energy and attention.”
Mordecai shook his head with a chuckle. “I have to admit, even with what Kazue told me, I wasn’t expecting there to be only one room. Even with your clan’s circumstances, things are very different than what I am used to.”
The mage leaned forward with a smirk. “All of us have met him before, but only gotten to know him so well. The trip here and the experiences in the dungeon have helped cement my impressions at least, and your offer made an excellent chance to get things moving since we have this workaholic isolated from the temple for a while.”
Understanding suddenly lit in the priest’s eyes. “Wait. The two of you specifically requested me for this, didn’t you? The matriarch was in on your plans from the beginning!” While this was clearly news to the other three women, the expressions on the duo’s faces were very self-satisfied. Mordecai made a mental note to increase the potency and number of available potions for the priest, he suspected the man was not going to get much sleep tonight.
“Well, we had to get you out of the temple somehow. You should have had a group years ago, but you work too much and aren’t the sort to get involved with the ones you are teaching.” The huntress smirked. “And my choice of shirts when coming to see you for something has not been an accident. You have good self-control, but not that good, so I knew you liked women.”
“Alright everyone,” Mordecai interjected, “I think I am very much not needed for the rest of this conversation. I’ll make sure refreshments are available here and in your room, which any of the laganthros can show you the way to. Also, in case anyone decides they need someplace else to sleep later, there will also be some small rooms across the way for your use.” And with that, he bid them all a good night and left them alone.
“Kazue? I think you undersold me on just how open your clan is.”
He could practically hear the blush in her response. “Err, I was never very good at handling those topics before I met you and Moriko, so I may have missed out on some conversations. I just realized a little while ago that some of my friends had been planning to help me become part of their forming group.”
“Speaking of, how is everything going? It looks like they found you.”
“Hehe, yes! It’s been fun.” While their cores continued to chat, Mordecai took advantage of the time to let his avatar meditate until the shrine maidens made it down.
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Game Title: "Chronicles of Eternia"
Game Concept: "Chronicles of Eternia" is an immersive open-world RPG set in a vast and visually stunning fantasy realm. Players will embark on epic quests, engage in thrilling battles, and forge alliances as they navigate a world brimming with diverse races, powerful clans, and guild houses. With an extensive character customization system, players can choose from multiple races, each with unique traits, and select from a range of classes, allowing for diverse playstyles and character progression.
Races: 1. Humans: Versatile and adaptable, humans excel in a variety of fields, such as combat, magic, and diplomacy. 2. Elves: Agile and attuned to nature, elves possess exceptional archery skills and heightened magical affinity. 3. Dwarves: Resilient and skilled craftsmen, dwarves specialize in mining, forging powerful weapons, and defensive combat. 4. Orcs: Mighty and ferocious, orcs are natural warriors with an affinity for brute strength and close-quarters combat. 5. Merfolk: Graceful and amphibious, merfolk are adept at underwater exploration and possess strong water-based magic abilities. 6. Dragon Kin: Descendants of dragons, dragon kin possess dragon-like traits, such as scales, wings, and enhanced physical abilities. They can harness elemental powers, such as fire, ice, or lightning, depending on their lineage.
Classes: 1. Warrior: Masters of melee combat, warriors are skilled in wielding various weapons and excelling in physical confrontations. 2. Mage: Proficient in arcane arts, mages harness the power of elements and spells to cast devastating magical attacks. 3. Archer: Deadly marksmen, archers excel in long-range combat, employing bows, crossbows, and utilizing tactical precision. 4. Rogue: Masters of stealth and subterfuge, rogues excel in sneaking, lockpicking, and dealing swift, precise strikes. 5. Paladin: Holy knights dedicated to justice, paladins possess healing abilities and excel in both offense and defense. 6. Necromancer: Masters of dark magic, necromancers can summon undead minions and manipulate life force for destructive spells. 7. Engineer: Skilled in technology and machinery, engineers construct deadly gadgets, traps, and ranged weapons. 8. Blacksmith: Experts in metallurgy and forging, blacksmiths craft powerful weapons, armor, and accessories, and can enhance existing gear with unique abilities.

Tamer: Masters of animal companionship, tamers can forge strong bonds with creatures and employ them in combat, utilizing their unique abilities to aid in battles.

Key Features: 1. Clan and Guild Houses: Players can join or create their own clans and guild houses, providing a sense of community and allowing for collaborative gameplay experiences. These houses can be customized and upgraded to provide various benefits to the members.

Housing System: Players can purchase personal houses in towns or remote locations, allowing them to store items, showcase achievements, and even host social gatherings.
Dungeon Exploration: Engage in thrilling battles against formidable bosses and their minions in challenging dungeons, offering valuable rewards, rare loot, and progression opportunities.
Voice Chat: Seamless voice chat integration enables players to communicate and strategize in real-time, fostering a more immersive and social experience.
Crafting System: Players can gather resources, learn recipes, and craft a wide array of equipment, including weapons, armor, and accessories, tailored to their preferred playstyle.
Dynamic Economy: A thriving in-game economy enables players to buy and sell items, weapons, and resources at various stores, forging alliances with merchants and enhancing their financial status.

Dragon Riding: As dragon kin, players have the unique ability to tame and ride dragons, allowing for aerial exploration and epic aerial battles. Dragons can be customized and trained to become formidable allies in combat.
Dragon Sanctuaries: Discover hidden sanctuaries where dragon kin can commune with their dragon ancestors, unlocking powerful abilities and gaining access to exclusive quests.
Legendary Weapons: Engage in epic quests and challenging dungeons to obtain legendary weapons with incredible powers and unique visual designs, further enhancing gameplay and personalization.
Beast Taming: Tamers can seek out and tame a wide variety of creatures, ranging from majestic beasts to fantastical creatures, to fight alongside them in battles. Each creature has its own abilities and growth potential.
Expanded Crafting: Blacksmiths can not only forge weapons and armor but also create powerful accessories, enchantments, and cosmetic items. Crafting and enhancing equipment becomes a crucial aspect of character progression and customization.
Class limits:

Warrior:
Limited proficiency in magic: While warriors can learn basic combat-related spells, their magical abilities are limited compared to dedicated spellcasting classes.
Heavy armor restriction: Warriors are unable to effectively use light or medium armor due to their focus on heavy armor and melee combat.
Mage:
Fragile physical defense: Mages have low health and limited physical defense, making them vulnerable to close-quarters combat. They rely on their magical abilities to deal damage and control the battlefield.
Mana management: Mages must carefully manage their mana pool as casting spells depletes their resources. They may need to rely on mana-restoring items or wait for natural mana regeneration during combat.
Archer:
Limited melee combat skills: Archers excel in ranged combat but are less proficient in close-quarters battles. They rely on maintaining distance and precision attacks.
Lower physical resilience: Archers have lighter armor, providing less protection against physical attacks. They need to rely on evasion and kiting techniques to survive.
Rogue:
Fragile defense: Rogues have lower health and rely on agility and stealth to avoid damage. They excel at burst damage and quick strikes but can be easily overwhelmed in prolonged battles.
Limited spellcasting: Rogues have access to minor utility spells but lack the depth and power of dedicated spellcasting classes.
Paladin:
Limited offensive magic: Paladins focus primarily on defensive and supportive magic, with limited offensive spells available. They excel in protecting and healing allies but have reduced damage output.
Alignment restrictions: Paladins must adhere to a strict code of conduct and moral alignment. Engaging in certain actions or choices contrary to their code may result in penalties or loss of abilities.
Necromancer:
Vulnerability to light and holy magic: Necromancers are weakened by holy or light-based magic. Spells from these sources can hinder their abilities and deal increased damage to them.
Ethical considerations: The use of dark magic and manipulation of life force may have consequences on the character's alignment and how they are perceived by NPCs and factions.
Engineer:
Reliance on gadgets and resources: Engineers require a steady supply of resources, materials, and tools to craft and use their gadgets effectively. These resources need to be collected or purchased regularly.
Fragility of gadgets: Gadgets created by engineers may have limited durability or charges, requiring maintenance or repair to keep them functional.
Blacksmith:
Resource and time requirements: Blacksmiths need access to various materials and specialized equipment to craft powerful items. The creation process may require time, skill, and additional components.
Dependent on external sources for magical enhancements: While blacksmiths can enhance weapons and armor, they cannot directly imbue them with magical properties. They need to collaborate with mages or acquire magical materials to infuse magical abilities into items.
Tamer:
Limited control over higher-level creatures: Tamers may struggle to tame and control extremely powerful or legendary creatures. These creatures may require special conditions or quests to unlock their full potential.
Bonding time: Developing a strong bond with a creature takes time and effort. Instantly taming or changing companions may hinder the growth and effectiveness of the tamer's bond

Extra class: Sanctifier: As a Sanctifier in "Chronicles of Eternia," you embody compassion and healing. Armed with restorative magic, you mend wounds, bolster spirits, and empower your allies. Your touch brings renewal, while your blessings strengthen defenses and amplify attacks. Purifying ailments and cleansing curses, you protect from corruption. While limited in offense and reliant on allies, your presence brings hope and resilience. As a Sanctifier, your healing touch turns the tides of battle, ensuring your allies stand strong against darkness.
Limits
• Limited Offensive Abilities: Sanctifiers focus primarily on support and healing, which means they have limited offensive capabilities. Their offensive spells are less potent compared to dedicated damage-dealing classes.
• Fragile Defense: Sanctifiers typically wear light armor, providing less physical protection. They rely on their healing abilities and supportive spells to keep themselves and their allies alive.
• Mana Management: Healing spells consume mana, and Sanctifiers must manage their resources carefully. They may need to use mana regeneration abilities or rely on potions to replenish their mana during prolonged battles.
• Vulnerability to Disruption: Sanctifiers' casting can be interrupted by enemy attacks. They need to be positioned strategically or protected by their allies to ensure uninterrupted healing and support.
• Limited Mobility: The Sanctifier's focus on healing and support restricts their movement abilities. They may not possess swift dashes or teleportation skills commonly found in more agile classes.
• Reliance on Allies: Sanctifiers thrive when working in tandem with other classes, as their healing and support abilities are most effective when there are teammates to protect and assist. They may struggle to solo certain challenging encounters or battles.

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I have three exams across three days, starting Wednesday to Friday.
Two exams 8:30 am Wednesday & Friday. Both are closed book exams. I can bring in an approved calculator. A sheet of formulas, periodic table & some useful information pertaining to carbohydrates, amino acids & nucleotides will be provided.
One exam Thursday afternoon 4 pm. Open book. This one has me really nervous, typing speed wise. I am a slow typer. But irrespective of this, I'll put something down, even just to secure one mark.
Final exam is also Thursday afternoon 4 pm (15/6). This one is closed book but wholly MCQs & fill in the gap Qs. Hoping this one goes more smoothly.
FYI, no more revision come 6 pm Tuesday night (7/6) for me. An iron cast rule.
I do not want to give up.
Just want to do my absolute best, at least try for something.
Good luck to all from next week.

Hi all. I'm a bit worried I might be coeliac. I'm pursuing it with my doctor but I don't know if I'm just panicking and drawing conclusions or if this is an actual possibility.
For background, I'm 34f and have hypothyroidism, b12 deficency, iron deficency, pcos and type 2 diabetes. I also have kidney issues that are being explored. I have to get b12 shots every three months and am on iron supplements at the moment but have had to have infusions in the past. I'm also on thyroid meds and that is controlled. My diabetes is also under control and yet I still feel like shit.
I'm not asking for a diagnosis, but I feel like I'm experiencing a lot of relevant symptoms, including really bad fatigue (could also be explained by the low iron), bad flatulence and I sometimes get an upset stomach (but i am lactose intolerant), itchy dry skin that is driving me insane, brain fog, insomnia, Irregular period, constipation, bad headaches and sometimes nausea.
I did a blood test a year ago because it was suspected then but didn't have the right markers to go any further. And while I'm desperate for answers because I feel like utter shit, I'm both worried I won't get an answer or I will be coeliac. Coeliac obviously means my whole life changes but the former means I don't know what's wrong with me. Either way it's crap.
Over the past four years I've dealt with multiple bad health diagnoses and I'm sick of always being sick. It's beginning to impact on my life quite seriously to the point I've had to ask for reasonable adjustments at work.
I'd appreciate any thoughts or advice the community might have or any reassurance.

So, after waiting around 30 years to finally play Spelljammer, I got pretty excited about creating a character! I love Ravenloft and wanted to make a dhampir because Iam a huge Angel fan and a dhampir detective would be pretty cool to play. I started the background for my character but somehow I couldnt stop writing, lol. I wanted to make her a deep character, blend elements of Angel, Buffy, Frighteners, and Sixth Sense into her Dhampir College of Spirits Bard but also find a way to get to Wildspace from Bararovia, no easy task,some say impossible. I wrote this story and hoping for any feedback, I really like it and I hope you do too, tell me what you think!
ZAPADA At a very young age Francheska, was a music prodigy. The music that came from her violin was uncannily haunting and tranquil at the same time. As she got older, Francheska played her music at The Blood On The Vine Tavern, In Barovia. One night, a handsome admirer came up to her after her set and had her truly mesmerized. Francheska never felt like that before with anyone but something about him made her soon become enthralled in his presence. After talking for a few minutes, Francheska followed the man outside and continued to the back of the tavern. There they passionately embraced, totally consuming each other’s bodies. As their love making commenced, the admirelover of Francheska protruded his large fangs that glistened off the night’s blood moon, and tried desperately to gain sustenance from her exposed neck. Suddenly, vampire hunters led by Erasmus Van Richten intervened and attacked the monster. After fighting for most of the evening under the moonlight, the fanged foe was finally vanquished. The vampire hunter leader drove a wooden stake through the undead creature’s heart and watched it turn to ash. A few months had passed and Francheska started not feeling like her usual self. She would quit gigs early and head home to rest, she knew something was wrong and terrified about what it might be. In the coming months she became a recluse as her stomach started to grow. Francheska was pregnant and the father was the undead fiend that tried to end her life. She contemplated every day about what to do? Finally, she decided to put the baby up for adoption. She prayed the priests at the church would know what to do with it, perhaps even drive whatever “demons” it may have, out! Francheska wanted the baby to live a full life, something she knew she could never give it. On the evening baby Zapada was born, Francheska loved her from the very first minute she looked at her. She was amazed by Zapada’s beauty even though she was a dhampir, a child of a vampire. Francheska was deeply ashamed of how easily she was took control of by that monster and the guilt of having to let little Zapada go. The decision was very much a struggle for Francheska but ultimately she knew it was right. The church was located just outside of town near Tser Pool, not far from a Vistani Camp. The next morning she brought Zapada to the priests at the church and told them her story. They accepted the dhampir and promised to watch over her. Francheska wept as she left the church, leaving the most important thing in her life. She took a few steps back and handed the priests the second most important thing she ever had, her violin. She told them, “One day, please give this to her and tell her that this is all I can give, and that I’m sorry I couldn’t give more.” Francheska left the church and never returned. Many years had passed, and though dhampirs do age, it’s at a very slow pace. Zapada outlived all The Priests that took her in and the ones that replaced them. She looked around 25 years old but in reality she was over 200 years old. She grew up a wild child who loved casting illusionary magic. She knew about that night under the blood moon when she was conceived, and why she ended up at the church. She also knew, she was neither a true child of the night or the prey they fed on, she was something different. Though Zapada didn’t have the constant bloodlust as her sire, she did have a dhampir hunger that would occasionally occur. The first time she felt it was twelve years ago. She had an odd, visceral hunger; even though she just finished a big meal. Not sure what to do or why she felt that way; she decided to try to sleep it off. While asleep, the hunger had revamped itself into a vivid, horrific, and intense dream. In that dream, violent and murderous acts were committed, all through the bloodthirsty eyes of a vampire. Zapada watched him attack and gain sustenance from unsuspecting victims all throughout Barovia. One of his victims was a woman, who Zapada believed to be her mother, due to her similar looks and having her same violin being held in the vampire’s hand. Other victims included: Frightened women, men who desperately begged for mercy, and children with unheard cries. When Zapada awoke the next morning the hunger was gone, but all the sadness that her dream brought stayed with her. Deep down she knew, evil things walking around like that vampire had no place in Barovia and needed to be stopped! Zapada spent the next dozen years hunting the undead and other creatures of the night. She had some close calls but in her heart she knew it had to be done and never regretted risking her life to protect the innocent. After walking home to her cottage one night, a ghost passed by and asked for her help. He had a faint blue glow that outlined his body. He introduced himself as Stockwell and said “ Two weeks after I met my demise and became whatever I am now, I stumbled upon you staking a vampire with one hand and using your other hand to cast a Fire Bolt Spell on another. I thought wow; she could be the one that could help my family! So I followed you every day and saw you doing what you do best, slaying bad guys! I have to say, I’m very impressed!” Somewhat disturbed by the fact that he was watching her for weeks, Zapada nevertheless heard him out. Stockwell explained that his corpse had been stolen by a necromancer and he is controlling it to do many evil things while under the guise of him. “This framing has caused a lot of danger to my family and it has to stop! Everyone is trying to kill my family for revenge and justice but they are innocent!” Stockwell exclaimed. “The Necromancer is getting away with all of this and my family is suffering, please help!” Stockwell continued. Zapada wanted to do something and knew that she had the skills to do so. Stockwell was a major political official before he was assassinated by the necromancer while coming home in his carriage two weeks ago. There were no witnesses or any evidence that a crime even happened. Many of the villagers just assumed that Stockwell was alive and murdered townsfolk because he wanted revenge for losing the election. That evening, Stockwell brought her to the temple where the necromancer and his corpse were. Zapada stealthily crawled through the half open window at the temple and proceeded to the basement. There in the darkness, with the slight glow of ritual candles, the necromancer stood over Stockwell’s corpse and spoke unintelligible. As the necromancer finished speaking, the once still corpse started to move! Zapada moved quickly to the necromancer and made her first strike count! She pulled out her violin from its holster on her back and strummed a Thunderwave Spell. The necromancer flew back around 10 feet from the burst of thunder that was laid upon him and smashed his head against the wall. The ritual the necromancer conducted no longer was active and Stockwell’s corpse stopped being animated. Zapada then casted a Charm Person Spell on the necromancer as he laid injured on the ground against the wall. While under the spell, she told the necromancer that it would mean a lot to her if he walked to the jail and turned himself in; he did just that. Zapada went to Town Hall to speak to The Burgomaster and explained to him all the facts of the case. The Burgomaster was very close to Zapada for many years. He was one of the few people outside of the church, who knew Zapada’s true lineage. Many of the villagers would be willing to kill her if they knew she was a spawn of a vampire. Upon hearing the necromancer’s scheme, The Burgomaster informed the village of the ruse that was played on them. He also reclaimed Stockwell’s corpse and gave him a proper burial. Stockwell’s family came out of hiding and started to live a normal life again. The necromancer awakened from being under control of the Charm Person Spell while in jail, and vowed for revenge! Over the next few months, word got around about Zapada and how she helped Stockwell clear his name, posthumously. Ghosts throughout Barovia sought out Zapada’s help for their unjust deaths or other situations from their past lives that could use her assistance. With all the new cases, Zapada along with her weasel familiar she named Chicklay opened up an investigation agency and became gumshoes. Zapada spent lots of time with her ghost clients and solved many cases for them. She became very fascinated about the reasons for why and how they stayed on this plane after their death. She also wondered who or what made that decision? She spent months studying the subject, learning as much as she could. As she got further into her studies she felt it would be just a matter of time until she had a major breakthrough in her research. Then early one morning, she was awoken by a humming sound coming from the living room. Zapada walked into living room and there she would be visited by someone who would change her life forever! An orange mist appeared as a man walked through it wearing a top hat and shuffling a deck of cards that spewed energy from them. A portal that shared the same shade of orange stood directly behind him as we walked closer. “Zapada, the dhampir detective, I see that you are doing well for yourself these days!” The slender looking man said. I’ve been watching you through my home amongst the mists and noticed all the research you’ve been doing lately. I thought; why not give you a hand with your studies! With all the vermin and vile fiends you’ve been eradicating from this plane, it’s the least I could do; very good job by the way Zapada!” He added with a less than sincere tone. “First off, who are you and what are you doing in my home?” Zapada asked with a confused look on her face. “I am with The Powers Of Ravenloft. In this domain, we see all, we control all; well we find a way to control all, sometimes we get some help. That’s where you come in Zapada! With all your demon slaying, you’ve made our job so much easier! The evil has been eradicated in record numbers, and Barovia is a nice place to live once again. To thank for all that you’ve done, The Powers of Ravenloft want to offer you a Gift!” “What kind of Gift?” Zapada asked. The man reached in his pocket and handed her a piece of paper. “This paper shows you what you need to do and what you need to find the answers you are looking for with your ghosts. This Gift is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you, do you accept it?” “What if I say yes, what will happen?” “Like I said, you will learn more about the afterlife and the planes, more than you ever thought. The Powers Of Ravenloft won’t cause you any harm, we want to award you!” “Well, if that’s the case, I might have to take you up on that offer.” Zapada replied with a smile. “Is that a yes, then?” The man asked. “Yes, I accept! I mean, why not, you promised no harm.” “Great, that is wonderful! “Though, I only said that The Powers Of Ravenloft wouldn’t harm you, not that you wouldn’t be harmed!” The man grinned as he tipped his top hat and vanished into the portal. As the portal closed up, the paper Zapada was holding soon disappeared; it was merely an illusion! At that very moment Zapada started hearing voices! Little did she know, by accepting that “Gift”, doors to the many spiritual planes were opened! She seemingly became a magnet for thousands of unseen Whispering Spirits making their way through those doors in search of peace and/or answers. Pleads for help entered Zapada’s ears throughout the day. They came as faint whispers only to be heard by her! Months had past and Zapada eventually learned how to drown out the Whispering Spirts’s “white noise” while she worked on a case or went to sleep. When she had the time, she would look into some of the most urgent requests that came her way. Most of the Whispering Spirits were thoughtful of Zapada and were very patient about being heard. A lot of them helped her with her cases by providing spells along with other abilities. Occasionally, there were some Whispering Spirits that were loud, demanding, and very impatient with Zapada. They would cause harm to her if she didn’t help them right away! From extremely loud screeching that deafened her for a short while, to an intense fear that completely overtook her, some spirits had no bounds to be heard. Zapada understood that the “Gift” she accepted brought upon hardships that she wasn’t quite ready for. Through balance, mental strength, and determination, she got stronger and overcame those hardships. The ruse that The Powers Of Ravenloft pulled to distract her frrom keeping Barovia safe and to help the helpless, failed! One night at the detective agency was a very personal night. A case was brought to Zapada by a young girl. She explained that she was with her mother walking near the Svalich Woods when a man appeared about 30 feet away. Her mother walked away from her and to the man. They held hands and vanished deeper into the woods together. She mentioned that she tried yelling for her mother, but she didn’t answer back. Zapada knew she had to take this case, it felt deeply personal to her. While roaming the woods where the young girl’s mother disappeared, Zapada heard some talking. As she walked a little further she saw a male vampire kneeling on the ground about 10 feet away. A woman who matched the mother’s description was lying on a sheet, appearing to be asleep or dead. “Sorry to interrupt your fun there guy, but I think it’s time to for you to go bye-bye! Besides, you’re not the prettiest thing and I’m sure when she wakes up she’s gonna have some major morning after regret!” Zapada Viciously Mocked the vampire. The insult intertwined with a spell, sent psychic damage to the vampire and he fell to the ground. Knowing she didn’t have much time before he got back up, she had to think fast! Zapada quickly reached in her bag and grabbed a card from her Tarokka Deck that was given to her by a Vistani friend from long ago. Zapada used the fortune telling card as a Spiritual Focus Item and proceeded to warm up her vocal chords. She then belted out an intense Shatter Spell as the vampire was slowly getting back to his feet. Thunderous waves of sound bested the vampire’s fortitude as he tried desperately to flee. Zapada grabbed another card from the Tarokka Deck. This time she channeled a Spirit Tale and combined it with her bardic studies, becoming “The Tale Of The Runaway”! That tale transported Zapada to the vampire’s location. Now in close range, Zapada unsheathed her sharpened longsword and decapitated the fleeing vampire, turning him to ash. At that same time, a deafening sound crippled Zapada. The wrath of a Whispering Spirit had caused temporary deafness. Suddenly, Zapada felt someone grab her back; it was the child’s mother! She had become a vampiress, sired by the foe Zapada just slayed. With the vampiress’s exceptional strength, it was hard for Zapada to swing around her sword; she was in lots of trouble! Around that same moment, a voice came from the woods, “Mother stop! What are you doing?” The vampiress turned to see a young girl. Zapada did not hear the child’s voice and was slightly confused about why the vampiress left her. One thing Zapada knew though was she was now free to make an attack on the vampiress. Zapada turned around casted a Shocking Grasp Spell on her. That spell spawned a powerful electrical shock, which burned half of the undead fiend’s body to a crisp! She then grabbed her wooden stake and stuck it through the vampiress’s charred heart. As Zapada looked up, she saw the young girl who came to her office staring at the pile of ash that was once her mother. She said in a very emotional tone, “Momma why did you go with him, and why did you leave me?” Zapada understood her pain in many ways; for she too thought those questions about her own mother. Rain drops fell from the sky, and blended into the tears that ran down both of their faces. Soon after, they walked to the one place Zapada knew would take care of the young girl. As they arrived at a large wooden door, a priest with a concerned look on his face opened it. Zapada spoke as she held back tears. “Good evening father, I have someone that can use your help very much.” “Of course young lady, please come inside, out of the rain!” the priest replied. Zapada promised the young girl that she would check on her from time to time and apologized for what transpired earlier in the evening. Zapada turned around and walked home under a bright full moon, as her sadness reflected in the puddles as she passed them by. The next morning, The Burgomaster was on his way to Zapada’s agency to tell her some urgent news. Around the same time a man dressed in all black and carried a silver cane, walked in the door and presented a case to Zapada. She desperately wanted to forget the night before and this was her chance to do that, she thought to herself. The man explained to her that he saw a group of kids being taken by vampires and were heading towards the mists near the Vistani Camps. Normally, Zapada would do a thorough assessment on all her clients. She would usually cast a Detect Thoughts Spell to stop frauds, or possible ill intentions of clients. Due to her intense need of making amends from the night prior, she bypassed everything and left with the man in search of the missing kids. The man in black drove her in his carriage to the area where he said he saw the incident happen. It was a somewhat nice carriage; though there were some red stains near the driver’s seat. It smelled very much like blood but Zapada didn’t think too much of it. She got out of the carriage with Chicklay in her back pocket, and told the man to stay at the carriage. As she wandered through the high grass and heavy fog, The Mists Of Ravenloft got thicker and thicker. All she could think about was to save the kids before their fate would be the same as the poor mother from the night before. As she walked further, she eventually came upon a familiar orange mist and a portal. Suddenly, she felt a hard blow to her back and it made her fall against the portal. The man in black was there and delivered the hard blow with his cane; though he wasn’t the same person as before. A Disguise Self Spell must have been used to hide his true identity; it was the necromancer! Zapada used all her strength not to get sucked into the portal but the might of it kept pulling her closer. The necromancer looked at her and said, “The Dark Powers Of Ravenloft haven’t been too happy with you. They told me they tried shutting you down a while back. Somehow though, you’re still here! They came to me in jail and made me an offer, more like a “Gift” actually. All I need to do is help get rid of you, once and for all! In return, I’d get power unimaginable! Of course I agreed, because honestly I’m not too fond of you and I always get my revenge!” The necromancer let out a sinister laugh and followed that by saying, “With you out of the picture, this town will bleed, and the dead shall rise!” He then casted a Lightning Bolt Spell at Zapada, hitting her in the chest. The force from that sent her completely through the portal. The portal vanished, and The necromancer walked back to the carriage. As he opened the trunk to put his cane in it, legal pages with name Stockwell flew out and littered the road. Back at Zapada’s Investigation agency, The Burgomaster arrived and frantically looked for Zapada but she was nowhere to be seen. He left her a note that said “Somehow, the necromancer escaped from his cell this morning and could be out to get you! Your help is urgently needed to stop him! We believe he will destroy all of Barovia! Please when you read this, meet me at Town Hall and we’ll discuss what we can do to save Barovia from this menace!” As Zapada fell through the other end of the portal she landed on a wet, hard floor in a very crowded and loud place. The people inside looked very different form the people in Barovia. Zapada knew she was not in her domain anymore! She winced from the burn on her chest that the necromancer’s spell gave her, and looked around. She then gazed up in the air and saw this huge flying eye staring at her with a mischievous grin. Not knowing who or what this monstrosity was, she attempted to draw her long sword. The huge eye in the sky looked at her and said “Ha ha, no need for that young lady, we’re good people here. The name is Luigi and this is my tavern. By falling out of a porthole and face planting yourself on my floor instead of just using the front door, makes me think, you are new here?” Luigi said laughing. At the same time a cold beer was making its way through the air towards Zapada by a telepathic beam that originated from Luigi’s eye. “Welcome to the Rock of Bral, your “somewhat” friendly oasis in Wildspace. I’m sure you’re going to have a heck of a time here!”

This night was the worst night I’ve had since I started taking this seriously about 2 and a half months ago. I have been out of town for the last week with family so I haven’t been able to have any form of communication with people other than my family which made me feel really rusty. On top of that I have this imagine in my head that I’m a very good looking dude (for reference look up coach Kyle on YouTube that’s kind of what I look like) but the day before I messed up my beard and had to shave a lot of it off which made me feel really insecure even tho I know it doesn’t matter for some reason it made me feel very in my head. So going into the night was very nervous and anxious. Which I haven’t felt since before I started gaming 2 months ago. Still I had a total of about 5-6 sets.
First set was probably the hottest girl I talked to of the night. She was about a 5’7 beautiful Latina girl with thick legs brown/highlight hair with an accent dressed to the 9. I was sitting with friends and one of them commented on her and I knew i had to approach. The first time I tried I pussied out I walked passed her did a turn around, gathered my self and approached. I was super nervous I could tell everything was off my voice tonality, body language, eye contact. Dispit this the first 2 minutes went very well. She was laughing as I was making jokes that pertained to the nights theme. The part that messed me up was giving a false time constraint which in heinsight is pointless in a bar plus her other friend was occupied so no reason to do that. On top of that I was talk vomiting where I kept filling in the space when I should have left some silence. So I said some joke that didn’t really make sense and she could tell I got in my head about it and said, you should go back to your friends (which was my time constraint) in a nice way. up until the last 10 seconds it was going good tho could have flirted more. Proud of myself for opening even tho every inch of my body was telling me not to do it. So good start.
She was 9/10
Second set was a cute faced Latin girl with a petite frame in an orange shirt and had a really nice butt lol. I approached her in the bar she was waiting for her friend to order. We chatted and could tell she really liked me. Asked me questions and displayed a lot of iois. Still rusty tho and for some reason ejected myself from the set for no reason. I notice it’s a trend, especially with last night I did that 5 times. I need to nip it in the butt. Could tell the attraction was there since she kept looking at me all night. Fumbled the bag cause she was def my type.
She was 7.5/10
Third set was a slim tall black haired white skinned Hispanic girl with a pink highlight and pink nose ring which I commented on when she was walking past from the bathroom. I again start off solid, complimenting her nose ring saying I think it’s glowing (cause of the lights in the bar) she began talking and tbh I zoned out got in my head and wasn’t listening so I didn’t know what to say and ended the convo saying have a goodnight. Turned around and I could see her still standing there, I’m confident she still wanted to talk to me. My friend I was with also tells me that she went and told her friend about it so probably a good thing. Again shot myself in the foot. She would had been down to hang forsure. I should have told her let’s go meet your friend and bring my friend along to wing. Smh
She was a 6.5/10
Next set was a group of 3 girls I was walking past leaving the bar and noticed this cute Asian girl. Petite frame super cute face basically just a cute Asian girl wearing a super funny shirt. It said “guys are good as pets “with a hand drawn picture of a girl holding a leash with a guy on his knees being walked around like a dog. I said that shirt is so fucking cool! all the girls got really happy and her friend said she made it which I thought was pretty dope. I then for some STUPID reason said “that’s so cool just wanted to tell you that have a great night.”IM HONESTLY SO PISSED WRITING THIS THINKING BACK SINCE THATS AN EASYYY way I could have sexualized things with her if I would have just STAYED IN THE FUCKING SET! I’m actually really mad now writing this cause she was so cute lol.
She was a 8/10
Another set was outside patio of the bar this very exotic looking Latin girl with hair that looks like she’s from the 80s. I went up and said “your hair looks so cool you look like you’re from the 80s” in which her friend gasses her up saying she does. I then made a comment that she looks kind of like Jenna Ortega. She didn’t really but kind of so I said it and she laughed. I said you should cross play as Wednesday, in which she responded by doing the dance 😂 (this is why I love girls they can be so fun) I then talked about her playing the chello. I could see she kind of gave me the hot girl blasé, (playing hard to get) so I got nervous since I felt she wasn’t into me so I left. my verbal game was on point with her I applaud myself for that. I feel like I lost her interests in the set because of my bad eye contact, and body language. So i defaulted by self sabotaging. Smh
She was a 8/10
Tried talking to this small girl. She was one of those stuck up girls who think there so hot but I approached and she didn’t even really look at me and just said something I don’t remember but could tell she wasn’t intrested at all so I left. Instant blowout which Im proud to say I really don’t have those much anymore so it was kind of weird. No worries tho.
She was a 7/10 ironically lol
Funny enough later on that night there was this trans girl that looked just like her so I tried to reopen thinking it was the same girl and she was obviously really into me from the jump but as soon as she opened her mouth I could hear her voice and I was like fuckkkk 😂💀💀 my friends were with me too and I instantly said bro let’s go get a drink and left. Funny af
Second to last set was a very cute/pretty Latin girl in a green shirt. I commented on it while she was sitting with her friend. She had an adorable smile which I told her. She was interested since at this point in the night I had quite a bit to drink so my eye contact and body language was on point. We went back and forth joking and asking question. And I actually didn’t self sabatoge this time lol. Where I think I lost the set was 1 I could have slightly been slurring my words which Idk how girls feel about that but to me it’s a bit of a turn off so there’s that and also I made the mistake of not introducing myself to her friend. After a few minutes of talking she said I need to get back to my friends now and got up and walked inside. (I guess she has other friends there too idk) I did the best with eye contact and body language here only problem is it happened cause I was drinking. But I mean still good interaction non The less
She was 8.5/10
Last set was a 2 set. They were cousins one was a 6.5/10 my target was a 8.5/10 small petite pretty face nice body. I forgot what I was saying talked about a bunch of nonsense. They were nice but I wasn’t getting any IOIs from my target girl so when I don’t I tend to leave since I don’t want to make them uncomfortable but definitely should have stayed in set since they were cool. I could have definitely turned her around if my eye contact voice tonality and body language were good
Main takeaway.
I need to stop ejecting myself. If I didn’t eject myself it would have been really on with 3 of the girls I talked to that night. I could tell instantly how much they liked me and if I didn’t fuck myself over by being a little bitch I could have possibly pulled or atleast got some very solid numbers. Proud of myself for taking action regardless of how I felt but mad at myself for fumbling the bag so hard all night long. But todays another day.

You won't believe this, but I swear on my life, it's the truth. I think I'm losing my goddamn mind. I have to... okay, okay, I need to start from the beginning. See, I've been dabbling in lucid dreaming lately. Been having these vivid, messed up nightmares, you see... I just wanted some semblance of control over my mental state, you know?
I felt like therapy wasn't cutting it anymore, I needed something more, so I gotten into this lucid dreaming thing. But the things I've seen, the encounters I've had, they've changed me, man. I've gotta get this out, gotta let the world know about this shit 'cause its importance... it can't be overstated.
So here's the thing, in my lucid dreams, I've been having these bizarre experiences. In the dreams, waking up suspended over an abyss, right? Surrounding me, there's this sterile, white room, bathed in blinding lights, and in the distance, a glass pane. Can't exactly make out what's behind it, and it paints this real surreal scene.
At first, it didn't bother me much. I woke up, had this lingering unease the whole day but shrugged it off. But then the next few times, as I regained lucidity in my dreams, the same scenario would play out. At first, I could do the usual stuff, you know, flying around and the likes, but then the dream would always, without fail, transition into this... this suspension above the abyss.
I'd be strapped in place with ropes or chains, my limbs stretched out toward the cool walls of this clinical, white room. And beneath me, just infinite darkness. It felt like gazing into the maw of oblivion, and it was... it was downright petrifying.
The dread, man. The absolute fucking dread. In particular that glass pane in the distance and the infinite abyss below me, it was eating away at me. I started wondering what was behind the glass, and what, if anything, was at the bottom of that godforsaken hole. Its vast, infinite expanse was just pulling me in, gnawing at my sanity. It's hard to describe, you know? It's not something you can just put into words.
Soon, it became a nightly routine. Almost every single dream ended with me suspended over that abyss, and this paralyzing sense of dread seeping into me, becoming more and more prominent. Eventually, I decided I had to stop, I couldn't go on like this. I spoke to my therapist about it, and they said it might be a manifestation of some negative childhood experiences, and advised me to quit lucid dreaming for the time being. It wasn't doing me any good, they said.
I upped my meds, and tried something else, but no matter what I did, I couldn't shake off the lucidity. It's weird because in the past, becoming lucid required effort, with reality checks, dream journaling, and whatnot. But now, even when I set the intention to not lucid dream, I found myself more lucid than ever, and always, without fail, ended up above the abyss.
At one point, I tried to inspect my body in the dream, and I think I was naked. I noticed something on my arm, like a small needle. I realized it was an IV drip. Something was being pumped into me. I freaked out, man. What the hell was happening? Was I part of some fucked up mind control experiment? Was I being drugged? I couldn't make sense of it all.
Soon after noticing the IV, I saw shadows moving behind the glass pane. There were figures there, watching me. The terror I felt about these figures lurking behind the glass was even more pronounced than the dread induced by the abyss. It was all kinds of messed up, but amidst the fear, I felt this sudden urge to know more.
So I shouted out, "Hey! Who's there? Talk to me, you creepy fucks!"
To my surprise, a voice crackled to life over the speakers. It said, "We've never seen someone maintain lucidity to this extent. Your perceptive abilities are impressively consistent. How did you achieve this?"
"I don't fucking know", I said. "It's not like I want to be here. Is this even real?"
The voice replied, "Yes, this is happening. This is the actual reality, the true nature of reality."
"What the fuck? You say my dreams are reality? You'll have to prove that for me to believe you at all", I said.
"You will see by the consistency of this reality", the voice said. "But first, demonstrate to us that you are indeed lucid enough for us to continue this conversation. It's not something we usually do. It might, however, be a path to conquer the darkness."
And then, like every other time, the dream ended.
I relayed the whole fucked up scenario to my therapist, who, unsurprisingly, suggested it was a fantastical manifestation of my own fears. My subconscious testing boundaries, pushing limits, trying to get under my skin. But when I asked them what to do, they proposed a plan: continue engaging with the dream. Try to spot inconsistencies in its logic. After all, if it is all just a product of my mind, it is bound to falter at some point.
So, armed with my therapist's advice, I geared up for the next encounter. This time I would use reason and logic to disprove the dream for good.
The following night, I found myself in the all-too-familiar white room, suspended over nothingness, the shadowy figures behind the glass pane watching intently. The voice piped up again.
"Do you still question this reality?" it asked.
"Yeah", I said, "I think this is just my dream. You're just a figment of my unconscious mind. This is all nonsensical bullshit, and I'm going to prove you wrong."
"Alright", the voice responded. "You can try to disprove me. But first, would you like to hear what we're doing here? Then, you can judge for yourself."
"Yeah, sure. Whatever. What are you doing here?" I asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.
"We are doing research. Do you know what an ancestor simulation is?"
I felt my eyebrows furrow. "No fucking clue. What is it?"
Then, the voice from the speaker, which now claimed to be a researcher, started to explain.
"An ancestor simulation is essentially a theory, a simulated reality hypothesis", the voice explained. "It suggests that a perceived reality isn't 'real' but instead is running on some advanced computational system capable of artificially simulating an entire universe and consistent reality."
So far, this was all high-grade sci-fi crap, but I played along. "Why the hell would anyone do that?"
"For the purpose of analysis", the voice continued. "Imagine a civilization trying to understand its own past. In your case, your reality is an ancestor simulation of one of many civilizations that have died out because of catastrophic failures in the space-time continuum."
My head was spinning. "Catastrophic failures? What are you talking about?"
The voice said: "Humanity failed. Due to their own ignorance, they destroyed their planet. Climate change, political unrest, the development of superintelligent AI systems used for weaponry, they all fueled the chaos of World War III."
As the voice droned on, I tried to make sense of what was being told. Is this all just some nightmare spawned by my own fears, or could there be some truth to this? And if there was, then what did it mean for me, for us?
The voice added: "Do you know what a macroverse is?"
"Yeah, I've heard of macroverses", I said, "That's like, multiple universes, right?"
"Yes", the voice said. "We exist within a five-dimensional macroverse. The fifth dimension encompasses parallel universes. The concept of an ancestor simulation isn't completely accurate. It's an analogy, borrowed from Darwinian evolution, suggesting our universe is part of a branching system of universes."
I could barely keep up with this gibberish. "A branching system of...?"
"Universes", the voice repeated. "This system churns out various configurations, mutations of universes, one of which eventually became my universe, another one yours. It's as though universes are engaged in a Darwinian competition. The most adaptive ones, primarily those driven by human beings, last the longest. They compete to see which universe can ultimately conquer the darkness, can combat the laws of entropy."
This was just too much. It felt like some wild fever dream, a convoluted mess of sci-fi nonsense. But even so, there was an unnerving quality to the voice that made me want to listen, to understand. If what it said was true... well, I didn't want to think about that. Not yet.
For a bit I was just silent, my mind racing.
"Look", I finally muttered, "It's gonna be pretty damn hard to disprove you when I can't make heads or tails of the shit you're saying. You're telling me that universes depend on the quality of the humans inside them, and that they're evolving, or something? I... I don't get it. It's all just too fucking weird."
At that moment, the reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. How the hell was I supposed to logically dismantle something that sounded like the wildest sci-fi bullshit I'd ever heard, something I couldn't even begin to wrap my head around? Did not the complexity of the information indicate that it could not have possibly been just a dream; my own mind could not generate things I could never understand. It was impossible.
And just as I was starting to feel the edges of panic creeping in, the researcher's voice began to fade. My surroundings blurred, morphed, and then... the dream ended.
The next day, I was glued to my damn computer, trying to dig into these concepts the mysterious voice had been throwing around. I was googling my ass off – 'ancestor simulations', 'parallel universes', 'fifth dimension', 'Darwinian evolution of universes', 'universe branching' – all that crazy stuff. And here's the kicker: I found a ton of literature on the topics and, for the most part, it seemed to line up with what the voice had been saying. It seems the voice was speaking the truth; providing me with information I had not known before... indicating that... it could not have been a dream... he was stating the truth... and that was...
So, if I got this right, he was saying that there's a 'macroverse', some sort of branching system like a fucking phylogenetic tree in biological evolution. He seemed to be saying that humans are the apex predator of this macroverse, and that our universe, the one we're living in right now, is one of the failures. He mentioned some catastrophic shit that led to unrest, essentially sparking World War III and wiping us all out.
It all kinda made sense. And that scared the hell out of me.
I tried to get in touch with my therapist, to make sense of all this mind-bending shit, but I couldn't reach 'em. They were probably off on vacation or something, living a blissfully unaware life. So, I figured, fuck it. I'll bring it up in a week when we meet.
And so, I went back to the dreams. Same as always – suspended above the abyss, glass pane, and the all-too-familiar blindingly white room with clinical surfaces. And the same damn voice.
Eventually I said, "I think... I think I might believe you. It doesn't make complete sense to me... but I couldn't have possibly known the stuff you've been talking about. But, I don't get what my role in all this is. Why the hell are you telling me this? Isn't this going to screw with the simulation or something? I asked people online, and they all said it'd be a terrible idea to interfere with the simulation. It would mess with our causal chain and turn the whole experiment to shit. So what gives?"
The researcher's voice came over the speaker again, "Yes, that's a valid concern. But, we're running short on subjects. You're truly an anomaly, we haven't encountered someone quite like you before. Despite adjusting the dosage of the substances we've been administering, you just kept becoming lucid. I decided, perhaps a little unilaterally, to... interfere with the test subject. My hope is that by giving you a briefing, you could play a role in saving humanity, fighting against the darkness, and preserving the macroverse. This could ensure the perseverance of future generations in the succeeding universes."
I was flabbergasted. "What the hell? I'm no hero! I'm just a socially anxious nerd whose main hobbies are gaming and smoking weed. I'm just trying to get by. I don't understand what you're talking about, how the hell am I supposed to save anything?"
He replied, "You have noticed the darkness below you. This darkness is the cause of all suffering in the world. Are you familiar with the concept of theodicy?"
Confused, I retorted, "What the hell? Can you not speak in intellectual mumbo jumbo for a second?"
The researcher explained, "Theodicy is a theological concept that questions why, if God is benevolent, there is suffering in the world. What's your take on that?"
I shrugged, "I don't know, I'm agnostic. But if I were to guess, I think it's because humans have free will. Suffering in the world is due to free will, you know?"
"Wrong", the researcher interrupted. "There is no free will. Your universe's neuroscience has already established this. Psychological studies have proven that humans do not have control over their own actions. The laws of physics concur with this, and philosophy mostly agrees too. So free will can't be the root of suffering."
"Alright, man. I'm not a scientist. But yeah, I think I've heard about these neuroscience experiments. The ones where people's brain waves indicated they had decided to open their hands before they were consciously aware of deciding to do so. So yeah, maybe there's something about unconscious decision-making. But personally, I don't care much. I feel like I have the illusion of free will and that's good enough, so why should it bother me? What's the point?"
"The point is, free will isn't the source of suffering in the world."
"Oh, so this is a philosophical game to you? If free will isn't the source, then God must be evil, is that it?"
"Quite the contrary", he said, "God isn't evil. The source of suffering is the darkness beneath you - what you've been referring to as the 'abyss'."
Startled, I questioned, "How do you know I've been calling it that?"
He spoke with an unnerving confidence, "I can read your mind. With all the tools at my disposal, I can perceive every aspect of your simulated experience. Thus, I know you've been aware of the 'abyss'. It's been speaking to you, hasn't it? Initially, it inspired dread. But now, how does it make you feel?"
Hesitant, I confessed, "I... I don't know. I feel... drawn to it. It's as though it's always been there, long before you began speaking to me."
With a gravity in his voice, he explained, "It's been spreading, much like a cosmic virus. It's consuming the macroverses, fostering political unrest, cultivating ignorance, encouraging indifference towards the problems of the world, toward human suffering. It sows seeds of evil within the hearts of men, inciting chaos, destruction, cruelty, and hatred. All the atrocities throughout history—the crucifixion of Christ, the world wars—they all stem from the abyss."
I was at a loss for words and the dream came to an abrupt end. The exhaustion I felt was immense, as the conversation was too overwhelming to fully comprehend. I felt as though I couldn't take any more of this, and when I look at the real world, it feels as though the abyss had a point. I see constant storms of negativity on social media platforms like Twitter where hate and spite reign supreme. The threats of nuclear war, super-intelligent AI displacing human jobs, and the existential fear, in a world that feels increasingly alien to all of us.
We haven't truly solved any of our problems. With the advent of general AI and the proliferation of weapons that could cause unparalleled mass destruction, the state of our world is precarious. A resurgence of imperialism and authoritarianism, a decline in freedom and democracy, and an onslaught of hatred from all corners - we are being besieged on all sides.
But these issues aren't the fault of any single individual or decision-maker. It is systemic. The very nature of these systems is causing the suffering. The researcher had posited that the abyss was the root cause of this suffering. But perhaps, the abyss is merely a mirror, reflecting what was already there.
When I thought about it, all the tragedies in human history, the atrocities of wars, mass shootings, serial killers - haven't we built a culture that's obsessed with these terrible deeds? True crime and horror, some of the most successful genres out there. Our entertainment media is steeped in violence and negativity. Have we not already succumbed to the darkness? Hadn't the abyss simply revealed what was already in the hearts of humans?
Did humanity truly deserve to persevere? Were we, who have enslaved and harmed countless animals, we who have destroyed the biosphere at large, who have exploited everything around us for personal gain; were we fit to be considered the 'apex predator'? Are we really the saviors of the universe? Would a universe without humans be all that bad, really?
I became less and less engaged with the researcher. His talks, once intriguing, now felt dull and uninspiring. I drifted through my days in a daze, ignoring therapy sessions and the concerned calls from my therapist. My thoughts were consumed by the abyss. At times, I could see a creeping darkness encroach upon the corners of my vision.
People tried to reach out to me, but their words faded into mere mumbles. My real-life contacts dwindled, and I found myself caring less and less about the world around me. Social media, once a platform for connection, was deleted. It had devolved into a cesspool of negativity and relentless bickering - something I no longer had the energy to deal with.
In my dreams, the true reality, I stopped paying attention to the researcher. His words became incoherent mumbles as the abyss came ever closer, almost as if it was embracing me. It seeped into my waking reality, slowly but surely taking over my life.
The burden of humanity's torments is too heavy for me to bear. I cannot resist the grim truth of our existence - the world that is destined to be a hotbed for suffering. It isn't anyone's fault; it is simply the way the world was designed to be. I had to accept the harsh truth that humanity is on a path to its own demise. The project of humanity, it seems, is doomed to fail.
Eventually, in one of my dreams, a siren's wail ripped through the silence, accompanied by flashing red lights that bathed the room in a stark, blood-like glow. The researcher's voice, suddenly urgent, pulled me back into focus.
The researcher spoke one last time: "I'm sorry to say this, but your universe appears to be doomed. It's time for us to part ways."
Suddenly, the shackles that bound my arms and legs were released by some unseen mechanism. I was falling, plunging into the abyss that lay below. I was enveloped by darkness, an unending and eternal void that swallowed all light. No longer did I dream, there was only the darkness — an expanse of infinite obscurity.
Strangely enough, I've found acceptance in my fate. I see it now as my mission to disseminate this knowledge, a burden that is not just my own but one that should be shared collectively. It's our shared destiny, and to all who are willing to listen, I tell them of the abyss, the dark entity that lies beneath us all.
It is the foundation of our reality, the source of all our suffering. My story is a warning, a revelation of the truth that lies behind our existence. Now, all I see is darkness, and my greatest wish is for this truth to spread. Like a virus, it should infect us all, enlighten us all, and unite us all in our shared fate.

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