Dating WH

DatingWhileDeadInside

2019.12.13 15:27 lightraebrown DatingWhileDeadInside

Dating While Dead Inside is a community for those struggling with dating in the modern world, whether it's online or in person dating. Share your dark humor, insights, fails, epic triumphs, or whatever your dead heart desires! Giving advice is discouraged unless the poster has asked. Let's all have a laugh at our misery!
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2020.12.04 13:20 raitse Thoughts from a returning player considering end-game content in BL

I started playing D2 during vanilla when a lot of stuff were changed. I can't even remember what all the changes were, but all magazines etc. claimed that now is the time to start playing. And then quit during Warmind. I experienced all till that point except for the raid and always felt that there was not enough content to keep playing.
Now I started again with BL as Bungie moved away from Activision and this DLC was supposedly the big turning point in D2. I have to say that I still feel that end-game content is really underwhelming. I don't have that much time to play because of work and family but still if I decide so I can complete every weekly goal after 1 or 2 days after reset (I only play one character). Then there is nothing to do for the rest of the week. Maybe log in to check Xûr on Friday and that's that.
I want your input and opinions on my thoughts/questions. If you happen to have an official answer from Bungie to some of these it would be aweome.
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2020.12.04 13:14 NotSoGentleGentleman 26 [M4f] [London/Oxford, UK] - You'll think I'm a gentleman all evening. The sort of guy you could really fall for. A man who'll walk you home and kiss you deep, and leave your heart racing for next time. You'd never imagine I could drag you inside, and shatter your world forever...

Trigger warning: consensual non consent. Turn back if this isn't your thing.
Imagine the perfect date. The sort of date where you lose track of time – where you’re the last couple left in the restaurant, and the staff have to ask you to leave. Every word is electric, and by the time you step outside you’re already feeling lightheaded.
“Walk me home?” you ask. He grins, taking you by the arm, and you feel that rush again. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt this way. You’ve been on dates, sure, but you've not connected with someone like this for months - years maybe. You lean your head on his shoulder as the two of you walk back, and imagine how warm his hands would feel. You imagine the scrape of his stubble on your skin, the smell as he kisses your neck.
All too soon, the two of you are outside your door. You turn to look up at him, your fingers twining with his.
"I had a really great night." You say, brushing his arm.
He smiles, glancing at your mouth, and your heart skips a beat. Then he's kissing you, and suddenly it feels like the whole world’s dropping away. You moan into his lips, and for a moment you forget how to breathe.
You’re almost tempted to invite him inside, to forget everything and just melt into his arms. For a second you nearly give in – but no. You’re not the sort of girl who does that. Not on the first date. Not even for a guy like him.
“We should do this again some time,” you say, pulling away.
You’re about to say something more, but before you can open your mouth, he presses closer. You stumble, confused, and suddenly your front door is swinging open behind you. With a cry you’re falling backwards, arms flailing, and the whole world drops away. Then he grabs you and drags you backwards into the hallway. There’s a slam as he shuts the door. You turn, confused, and suddenly he’s pressing you against the wall.
“Wh-what are you doing?” you gasp.
This time, his smile isn’t pleasant. Your heart pounds and you try to pull away – but he’s too strong. Then his hands are on you, pawing at your skirt, grabbing you hard by the throat. You whimper as he forces you to the ground. His hands don’t feel anything like you imagined. They don’t feel soft.
“No!” you cry out, as stubble scrapes your chin, rough and hard and caustic. “No, please! Don’t!”
He only chuckles.
Those are just the words he’s been waiting for.
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That should give you a little taste of some of the things I'm into when it comes to kink. If you enjoyed reading or want to explore further, feel free to drop me a message. I'm open to talking to anyone - though ideally I'd like to talk to someone in the UK. Generally when it comes to kink I'm big into bondage, mindgames, sadism, and CnC (if you hadn't guessed!) - though I'm willing to try pretty much anything once. My favourite scenes are largely centered round the moment when a dream twists into a nightmare. There's something so thrilling about taking a perfect, trusting moment and twisting it into something dark and terrifying. The virgin is raped by her dream boy. The princess is rescued from the monster, only to learn that the prince is so much worse. Anything along those lines.
I'd be open to something long-term or short-term, depending on how we get on. My work takes me between Oxford and London pretty regularly (at least it used to before the pandemic!), and I'm willing to travel a little further afield for the right person. Whatever the case, we'll need to get to know each other well before we meet up. I'm pretty serious about safety, and won't compromise on it.
I think above all, what I value most is emotional intelligence and clear communication - in both casual and serious relationships. For me, kink is very much rooted in genuine connections and trust, as well as sexual attraction. I range from sweet and caring to deeply, gleefully cruel, and ideally I'd be looking for someone who has a complementary range. Someone who enjoys that dark side of kink, as well as understanding the importance of empathy, communication and mutual understanding. If you're into books, games, or theatre that's also a bonus.
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2020.12.04 10:33 ChuDrebby [EU-LV][H] MODEL M ; Doubleshot ALPS ; Cherry MX Black [W]PayPal Selling Selling

Timestamps
Cleaning some drawers.
This is new account. Previous ChewDrebby had like 40 or smth confirmed sales. The account was perm suspended. Well now I know reddit rules and what China "friendly" shit not to post on main account.
I ship all around the world. I'm located in Latvia (Europe).
Shipping is not included in price.
Price for keycaps or switches around the world- 5eur-15eur [6$-22$]
Shipping price for Model M [Europe] Austria- 21eur; Denmark- 21eur; France- 21eur; Greece- 21eur; Netherland- 21eur; Portugal- 22eur; Germany- 21eur; Italy- 21eur; Austria- 12eur; Norway- 23eur; Czech Republic- 21eur;
[Rest of The world] USA- 29eur; Japan- 30eur; Canada- 30eur; South-Korea- 39eur; Russia- 26eur; Ukraine- 26eur; Australia- 28eur; Singapore- 40eur; England- 39eur (sorry, Brexit
All "conditions" are my personal thoughts. Take everything with grain of salt.

Brand Model Date Price Condition
IBM (detachable cable) MODEL M 1391412 (Swiss layout) 1989-08-01 40euro = 47$ Picture Good condition
Doubleshot ALPS ISO Dunno 15euro = 18$ Picture Good condition; Caps are good, just too lazy to clean them fully
103x mx black Dunno Dunno 30euro = 36$ Picture Good condition
KPY blue switches Dunno Dunno 5euro = 6$ Picture Don't feel scratchy, good.
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2020.12.04 00:43 AnimeEagleScout Armor Piercing Round

Aizawa is a protective father to Eri while Izuku is that big brother to her. One day Izuku is hanging out with Kota and has to talk with Aizawa about a school assignment.
"Hey Eri this is Kota. You two stay here and after I'm done talking with Sensei we can get some ice cream." Izuku said.
The two get along and Izuku is waving a hand to Aizawa for a wad of cash they bet. Aizawa just pouts "He better keep it platonic till she's 40."
"Bitch he's my son. They'll be dating by the time finish UA." Izuku says.
"Triple or nothing." Aizawa says. They shakes on it.
Flash forward 8 or so years. Eri is becoming a hero and Kota is Backdrafts apprentice to become a firefighter and legally use his quirk. It's the dance and Kota is nervous.
Izuku walks Eri to him and is stern and proper while Eri is red-faced and...floating? "Kota. Eri has something to say to you."
"W wh would you go to the festival with me?" She asks. Ochako has her floating and is waiting and watching from a window with binoculars.
Kota face goes red and he gulps "Yes. That would be fine."
Izuku throws her at him and he rushes to grab her and Ochako times it just right when she released her quirk.
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2020.12.03 23:53 darmok42 PRIME not working properly

I have an issue in which I cannot switch between the nvidia and intel gpus by login-in and login-out, the prime applet thinks it changed (even changing the icon) but the new gpu will only become active after rebooting.
System Information
System:
Host: cogitator Kernel: 5.4.0-56-generic x86_64 bits: 64
Desktop: Xfce 4.14.2 Distro: Linux Mint 20 Ulyana
Machine:
Type: Laptop System: Dell product: Inspiron 7460 v: N/A
serial:
Mobo: Dell model: 0V736W v: A01 serial:
UEFI: Dell v: 1.12.0 date: 12/04/2019
Battery:
ID-1: BAT0 charge: 32.6 Wh condition: 32.6/42.0 Wh (78%)
CPU:
Topology: Dual Core model: Intel Core i5-7200U bits: 64 type: MT MCP
L2 cache: 3072 KiB
Speed: 798 MHz min/max: 400/3100 MHz Core speeds (MHz): 1: 818 2: 805
3: 808 4: 808
Graphics:
Device-1: Intel HD Graphics 620 driver: i915 v: kernel
Device-2: NVIDIA GM108M [GeForce 940MX] driver: nvidia v: 455.38
Display: x11 server: X.Org 1.20.8 driver: modesetting,nvidia
unloaded: fbdev,nouveau,vesa resolution: 1920x1080~75Hz
OpenGL: renderer: GeForce 940MX/PCIe/SSE2 v: 4.6.0 NVIDIA 455.38
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2020.12.03 23:24 Voidwanderer7 A very long post aka plea for words of positivity and advice (im stuck emotionally, help)

Hi all. Usually I don't do this. I'm exceedingly uncomfortable about the idea of airing these things online, but I'm not sure what else to do. I hope that someone can help me here by maybe just lending a supportive ear. The post might be long.
About two years ago I was coming out of a toxic relationship. Long distance. He lived in another country, and came to visit me for a time. Tension had been building between us because during his time here, he basically said he wanted to marry me as a "utility feature" to get over here to live permanently. I felt disrespected because he was pushing marriage on me and saying it meant nothing to him but utility, yet at the same time he was insisting how much he loved me and wanted to be with me forever. I felt like he was using me as a ticket to live in the country permanently. During his time here he would always only talk about how exciting it was that we make more money as a society and our food is cheaper. I began to feel uneasy for various reasons and treated him coldly at times because of how his behavior was making me feel. When he left to go back to his country, our relationship continued but it was rocky. One of my final straws was hearing him tell me he hit his mother hard across the face because she angered him. He all but bragged about it, telling me he wouldn't apologize because she "deserved it" and claiming I was being abusive toward him by taking a fiery stance toward him over it. I became really upset with him. At that point I was done with him and just didn't want anything to do with him but I was trying to force myself to "remain loyal". It would last only a few more months.
I broke up with him not long after he left to go back to his country also because I realized there was someone I actually felt drawn to and had a desire to interact with. I didn't want to be disloyal so I ended the relationship. Feeling like maybe I had some emotions developing for someone else was enough incentive to me to cut things off, because the other person deserves that honesty. He didn't handle it well... he threatened to kill himself and tried to get me back by claiming he was in the emergency room vomiting blood. He also went around approaching all my family members and friends (online of course) and tried to insert himself into the spiritual community I was involved in, messaging people that I was dangerous.
Well, it turns out I was making yet another terrible choice, because I ended up dating someone else that was maybe even more abusive than the last. Essentially what happened is that he ended up manipulating me, convincing me he loved me and future faking, all of that. By the time we met in person he had me convinced he wanted to marry me, that we were going to live together and have a family and I actually felt more of a deep connection with him, and a passion, that I didn't feel in my last relationship. I havent had many relationships in life, only a very, very small handful and he was the person I actually fully gave my heart to. In a way I hadn't done with any of my last two relationships. I guess part of the problem was that he presented a contrast to my last boyfriend that was refreshing for me. He had his own job, last boyfriend lived with his parents. He seemed in charge of his life, while the last boyfriend did little but complain about how society didn't understand his brilliance.
So, we met in person and I thought it was a magickal visit, I thought I'd never been happier. This lasted... all of maybe a day and a half of our vacation and first meet. Then disaster struck.
Suddenly this man started talking about an occult organization he's involved with and how they disclosed to him all these secrets about spirituality and magick. He then says, after all the talk of the future and being married and seeing me as his soul mate, that there was a special occult secret I needed to learn which is that love isn't real and is a mere illusion, and the only thing that exists is the abyss. My jaw was dropping of course. I was offended immediately, and I asked him for clarification while barely holding back tears, because there I was being this idiot who had just slept with him thinking he loved me, and he was telling me love doesn't exist. I asked for an explanation, "hey if love doesn't exist were you lying to me all along about your feelings just to get sex?" This sent him into a rage.
He kept reiterating that love isn't real and doesn't exist, that it's all an illusion and we are enacting a grand play in life. He demanded I drop my own spiritual views and adhere to his. All the while, he was bragging about being in a circle of elite occultists who have secrets on the keys of the universe and reiterated that I was "f-ing re****ed" for "not understanding" those "secrets". That i was just "uninitiated". (Sorry, censored myself because I'm not sure what the policy is about certain words here).
So, he broke my heart essentially... because I wouldn't agree that "love doesn't exist and isn't real" and had the apparent audacity to have hurt feelings about it, he literally demanded I leave our hotel, he kicked me out with my bags. As I began to leave, in tears of course, he stops me right before I exit through the door, says I can stay if I'm a "good girl" and "behave myself for daddy".
I was mentally confused and in shock. I still loved this guy so I stayed hoping we could work it out. He, of course, demanded more sex and also demanded I perform an extremely degrading sexual act, he all but forced me to do it and it was painful and had me in tears feeling disgusting and ashamed about myself.
The next morning when the vacation was over and we were both set to return home, he silently returned an important gift Id given him, putting it in my bag. So as we drove to the airport I asked why he didn't at least tell me he was returning it and maybe politely explain why. He was aggressive, hostile and rude in his explanation that he didn't want it. The more hurt I appeared, the more I tried to explain how I was feeling (calmly) the more he lost it, screaming at the top of his lungs and cussing at me. We finally got to the airport, way earlier than needed. He slammed my car door, left carrying his bags without looking back.
He blocked me on everything, to punish me for questioning him I guess, and some weeks later contacted me again for another visit. I caved, because for some reason I loved him and I was blind to every warning sign despite my family and friends trying to warn me.
In that time my ex was trying to reach out to my friends and family to supposedly warn them I was in danger from this guy. I guess because of his apparent concern about my well-being it caused me to drop my guard. This pattern would continue on and off. My ex would try to express concern for my welfare around the boyfriend and I'd drop my guard.
I visited the new boyfriend a second and final time some months later. Even though weeks prior to that, he had a psychotic episode about a photo of myself I'd put on my personal Facebook, which he wasn't on because he had deleted me citing security issues, that my friends (all female) were out to get him and he couldn't trust me. He went off the rails claiming I was a "dumb st" and "Facebook whe". He also claimed that I looked too good in the photo so it must mean I got dolled up for other men. (I had, in reality, taken the photo just randomly and for no one but myself... I guess at the time I wanted to feel nice about myself given the hits to my self esteem he had caused). So, up to and around that time, he future faked me again, invited me to his home, took me out on nice dates and shuttled me to interesting and lovely places. It ended, once again, in disaster. This time, it ended in disaster because a friend of mine (a woman) knew some information about his dishonesty. He knew she had tried to pass some of that to me and that she was trying to protect me. Turned out that prior to us dating he had gone around to my friends and people in a spiritual community trying to convince them I was a psychotic stalker. So while we were in a huge city, and while I was thousands of miles away from anyone I knew or any help he demanded I delete and block my friend immediately (motive: he fabricated a story that she was romantically into him and jealous of me for having been with him, in an effort to keep me from learning the truth), threatening to dump me off in the middle of the highway if I didn't comply. So I did, under threat, but added her back later because she was my friend. Well.. he found out and had yet another episode. The whole visit ended in him screaming "f you, stupid b***h" and swerving into a parking lot and dumping me out in a strange town.
To try and condense this already long post, the ex I mentioned in the beginning tried to come around apologizing to me for his past actions... citing concern about my safety and wellbeing, so I let my guard down again. I accepted his apology for something I had no business accepting one for, which was a rape threat toward me. He had claimed he once fantasized about flying to see if I moved on and had any infants, murder the infants in front of me then rape me as revenge. I had also found out that he had told members of my spiritual community that I got him drunk and date raped him. (Which... obviously didn't happen).
He went a step further (ex from beginning of post). He found out I actually still loved the person I had just dated (even though he was awful to me as you can see) and his response was to send that person intimate videos and photos he had of me. Then he proceeded to message me and repeatedly call me on messenger bragging about what he did and claiming my other ex was gay. I was sent all these screenshots. Well it had turned out that he (more recent ex) proposed an idea to him... that they get me and each take turns on me sexually. Against my will of course. Then told him he thinks they have a past life bond and something special is there.
The more recent ex called me, bragging that I was going to be a porn star with many leaked nudes and videos and he was so excited at the idea of dating one. I started sobbing and openly said I considered ending my life because that seemed more appealing than being sexually humiliated. (I wasnt trying to use the abusive tactic of threatening to end my life to keep a partner; I was actually starting to plan it at the time, though I'm fine now in that regard). He started cussing me out saying "don't start acting re****d or I'm gonna f-ing block your **".
His IP was traced by a forum admin prior to all this.. turns out he had messaged a member of a forum I participate in regularly and have for years.. he asked the person to lie to the community by claiming I was dangerous in order to get me slandered and ostracized. He offered nudes and videos in exchange. I only knew this because the one he messaged warned me about it and tried to protect me. The forum person I trusted as a peer for years later decided to publicly announce it in a way that painted me as a dirty and gross person, in a way that was sexually humiliating, as a revenge for me being in conflict with a friend of his. This damaged my mental health even more.
I guess I needed to get all this out. For some reason I feel very stuck on this. I've tried to reach out to the ex a few times, wanting badly to work things out. (I don't understand why... because I mean he obviously treated me terribly). Despite everything. He plays on this, and has several times, by essentially unblocking me and inviting me to visit, even buying plane tickets himself, then fabricates some huge transgression I supposedly did, calling me a "f-ing re***d" for associating with the spiritual community im in that knows about his lies, and blocks me again. One time over the summer he sent me a photo of a gob of my hair, that he fished out of his bathroom trash can, (from my brush) and claimed he was going to use voodoo to kill me. Prior to that he said he was involved with an elite occult group that he was going to send to murder me and my entire family with magick.
Fast forward many months... He caught me trying to check up on him recently (because I have anxiety about the pictures and videos he threatened me with) and all but threatened legal action. I was trying to check on social media if he was in contact with the other ex who did all the rape threats and all that. All I did was use a throwaway account to try this, and didn't harass anyone with it. It wasn't the best course of action, I really should have simply gotten the authorities involved with my anxiety about the revenge porn threats, but I didn't have any hope they could help. Anyway, I was honest with him when he asked, and calmly explained myself but he was again psychotically flying off the handle.
I guess at the end of this long post my question remains, why am I so stuck on him? Analyzing my emotions it makes no logical sense to me. This man was a nightmare, doing stuff like calling me in the middle of the night to claim in a past life I was a creature living in a cave and going into graphic detail about excrement being encrusted on my body in graphic intimate locations, while he claims at the same time he was a grand king and elite ruler of a nation having orgies with dozens of beautiful females in an important masonic lodge. (I know. Obviously this shows him as unhinged).
There must be something wrong with me for having given him so many chances and trying so hard to "work things out" and fix things. I watched a lot of videos about narcissism online, especially from people like Richard Grannon and Angie Atkinson, and every single description of a psychotic narcissist fit this man. However, on the flip side I fit a lot of the descriptions of a codependent victim. I've been really upset with myself that I'm stuck on this man who is obviously a steaming pile of garbage with many issues. Why am I having so much trouble moving on and finding someone new? Meanwhile he is living it up, with many new partners and sex buddies in riches and apparently charming to everyone he meets.
Thanks for reading this far. I guess my question is, do you have any words of advice for me or even a clear perspective about this man?
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2020.12.03 17:33 foreign_girls_pm_me Why does Eve try to hide everything? They use Stripe for payments but they don't want anyone to know.

They are purposely hiding this information from customers. Why? They don't want anyone to contact Stripe and complain.
Do I have proof? Yes!
First, let's look at some T&Cs! Old one with Asiabill: https://i.imgur.com/BxWhR11.png
August one with Asiabill + more (Eve switched to Stripe on the date of this T&C): https://i.imgur.com/lUupF4I.png
And the newest one with the V preorder. Notice they add "AND OTHERS": https://i.imgur.com/cx4VBD2.png
Now, why do I know they use Stripe? I asked: https://i.imgur.com/l0oE7ay.png
Why are they purposely hiding this information? Why is it that they have not learned anything? How hard is it to be honest?
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2020.12.03 06:37 Distracted523 MC said the history of infidelity is not my problem

12 years of relationship, 8 years of marriage and a year ago I caught him in an affair-that unraveled a history of infidelity that went back to our first year of dating.
WH and I have been in Therapy for about a year post dday. In the last year he has made a ton of progress. If I woke up tomorrow with no memory of his betrayed I would be completely happy. We still hit communication snags but he’s basically acting like the person I thought I Married.
His infidelity has roots in sex addiction alcoholism and childhood daddy issues.
Our relationship has benefited from therapy too. But me personally? In a year I’ve basically moved from wanting a divorce/feeling suicidal to “functional”
When I brought this up with MC she said the infidelity is not my problem-that I must be predisposed to bipolar disorder or clinical depression and the infidelity triggered my mental disorder.
WTF?! I don’t think I am mentally ill. I feel like I am stuck in a grieving process and the depth of my grief is equal to how much I loved all the things that were lost.
She’s constantly telling me how wonderful my husband is. I know, he’s made amazing progress but can we focus on my mess? It’s like someone spilled a bag of rice and while they cleaned up a lot of it...I keep finding little grains under my feet. I know I can’t keep punishing him for the mess but where the fuck does all this pain go? Right now it’s all bottled up in me.
Anyone out there have some therapy advice? I’m looking into a therapist just for me...
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2020.12.03 04:47 i_dunno3881 This is my first one but I just really need to feel like I’m not alone..this is also my first post. This is also pretty long because it’s my life so don’t feel obligated to read!! Also TW too!!

I am a 20F and I’m sorry if this is really bad I’m new to this. But I watch a lot of Reddit podcast and I read a lot on here. But on to my story. I had a pretty hard childhood. My bio mom is a drug addict and my bio dad is both a dealer and an addict. They were married whenever I was first born but divorced when I was around 1 because bio dad went to prison and my bio mom never truly cared for him. My bio mom then went to my step dad and had my baby brother and sister. We had a hard life then but it wasn’t too terrible. I didn’t get what a lot of kids had but to me I didn’t even know what to want. My step dad is a diagnosed narcissist and also has a past of drugs. And soon they began fighting over that. I don’t think my step dad ever hit me on purpose but he was cruel to me. Not too bad!!! Just very nasty taunts and never really made it up in the caring department. But he did abuse my bio mom. Hitting, choking, and manipulating her. My bio dad isn’t really in the picture. He would be in and out of prison and whenever I did see him he would get me in trouble by feeding me taunts to tell my step dad how he’s not my father and blood is always better and stuff like that. Soon they decided to split. My siblings and I would spend a week there and then a week here stuff like that. Which is really ok except I had to take on the mom role wherever we went. My bio mom ultimately gave up really and dove deeper into drugs and I had to take care of them both as a caregiver and a mom. I would clean, cook, and raise them since my step dad really didn’t care unless he had a girlfriend over he wanted to show off too. Then a big car wreck happened. My bio moms sister died, my bio mom was mainly burned and shattered her knee. My sister (4 at the time) only had a cut on her forehead and a broken leg. My brother who was 2 was hurt the most. He has broken legs fractured neck bones and burns all over his body. Those weeks after that was bad. My mother became more and more dependent on drugs while my step dad spent more and more time at work. So I had to deal with a 4 year old who couldn’t walk properly and a screaming two year old who was in a body cast and couldn’t understand why he couldn’t walk anymore all within a dirty house that had no ac in one of the hottest states in the summer. I had really bad nightmares during this time, enough to where I would kick out windows and thrash around. My step dad then met my step mom. She was very nice, grew up very country and had a loving household where the worst she had to deal with was her dad divorcing her mom whenever she was two. Soon they fell in love. It was always kind of weird because my step dad changed himself to fit her. This was the man who listened to papa roach and had an 82’ camero that he would wash and wax every Saturday no matter what. Now he was this man who watched friends (her favorite show) and listened to country (although he always said that country made him remember his mom who kind of abused and neglected him and swore to me he would never like it) Then they decided to move in and get married. At first my step mom was very kind and I didn’t really care either way as long as I could be a kid finally. But soon it became apparent that me and her was not the same. I was 10 around this time and I was little bit of a nerdy shy kid but she wanted me to cut my hair and dress me up and stuff like that. She even begged me everyday to get my ear pierced for a month until I finally gave in. And then get mad when they ended up really hurting me and I just took them out. And proceeded to pierce my ear herself which caused me to have very damaged earlobes. (Not too bad just I can’t wear dangly earrings or heavy ones because there would be a giant hole and it kind of embarrassed me) My step parents gained custody of me because my mom did drugs a lot and couldn’t keep clean. So we all lived together in a middle class house and it was really nice. But they were never around. We were left with a nanny who I love her but she is a god fearing woman and doesn’t do much of cuddling and loving. We never really saw my parents and they never really paid attention to us. I was always uncomfortable but never acted out because it was all so quick to me. First they would say I don’t have to call her mom. But whenever I didn’t I would get in trouble and get no food for a week so I gave in. She would spank my brother and sister and berate them if we kissed and hugged (nothing weird!! Just on the cheek) she would yell at us if the kids slept in my bed because that’s what’s they’ve always done. But would turn around and say that I am the older sister and I must do all the chores (which really wasn’t a big deal) and protect them and that was my duty. So my life went on like that for awhile. I never had any friends and always stayed quiet and always made A’s because if I didn’t I would have punishments like food taken away or privileges. My one birthday I had with her she gave it to my sister because I wasn’t appreciating it enough. Then they decided to move when I was 12. We went up to her state in the country but there wasn’t enough jobs so me, my siblings, and her moved down while my step dad stayed up there “because it really helped him” we will find out later he met a lady friend named Lindsey. So for a couple months we stayed with my step dads mom which was awful. She is a very Native American woman (which she is still white but she takes that heritage part of her very seriously but I don’t know if that cultural appropriation??? I just wanted to explain how she is) she doesn’t have a heat system and so no heater or hot showers. She wasn’t very loving either (now she’s a little bit better because my uncle died going to my birthday party and that was her baby and I guess it made her realize how short life is??) I remember as a kid I hated beans but I knew the rules. You don’t like it you don’t eat at all. So I didn’t. I didn’t cause a fuss I just got up and put my plate down. She proceeded to throw the plate at me while yelling I was entitled and such. But she also hated my step mom much more. And so my step mom was always at work. Here I got a phone when I was 13 but I could only text her so no games no internet no friends. I also went to a very Hispanic and African American school and was picked on and got into fights a lot because my brother and sister would also get picked on and I would defend them. Nothing is wrong and I don’t hold on to any anger toward anyone!! They were just kids and we to be fair was very easy targets. My step mom would come home after 11 or 12 after drinking all afternoon at a local bar but would get mad if I made any food for us. But she wouldn’t cook dinner so most of the time I would sneak my free lunch from school to give to my brother and sister to let them have dinner. My grandmother soon got tired of her and kicked us out. There we moved into a trailer park home (??) and there it was really bad for us. My step mom knew why my step father was still away and began drinking herself to close to death. She would come home after work around 3 and buy a 36 pack and drink it at a neighbors until 1 am until she finally came back to yell at me for making dinner. She always began berating me about my weight. ( I KNOW I’m not totally fat but I’m a little bit thicker than my siblings but I think she was taking her weight out on me because my step father would mock her) then came a time where she spanked my brother over something he couldn’t control (his frequent bed wetting) and when I wouldn’t talk to her for a week she said that I must tell her what was wrong or I will be “beat until there was nothing left” so word for word I told her “I think you’re a little too strict” well she walked off (and by this time my step dad came back but he was never around because he worked nights and spent most of the day at Lisa’s or Lindsey’s. Well they both decided to take away my family privileges so that meant 1)no seconds or extras on food 2) no talking or touching my siblings or pets 3) I had to sleep with one pillow and a sheet 4) I had seven pairs of clothes and had to pay to wash them. But as I had no money I could never wash them and 5) any spare time I had to do chores. No fun time for me. No relaxing either. During this I realized now I had frequent panic attacks where I would crawl under my bed and hyperventilate until I pass out and do it over and over again until I stayed asleep. She also took my stuffed animal I had gotten when my mother kidnapped us when I was 8. That thing is my life saver. His name is big bear and I love him very much. When I cried whenever she took him away she told me it was just a worthless stuffed animal and I need to stop being a pssy. This went on until we moved again to a nice place in the country. Where they totally forgot about everything and acted like it never happened. One good thing tho my stuff was already packed they said. I actually made somewhat friends and one in particular. Her name was Ashley. She also had a bad life but where I was shy and timid she lashed out. She would call cps on her mother for drug abuse and such. Well during this time I was still going through lots of bad stuff. Still punishments was harsh. If I broke a glass when I was doing dishes I missed supper for that day. If they thought I “took” food (I didn’t I was anorexic then now I know what it was) I again had my food or privileges taken away. I still had clothes I’ve had when I was 9 and wasn’t given anymore. My brother and sister was treated very significantly different and to family my only duty in life was to make sure they were ok. I soon began cutting myself after I showed them a report card to sign where I had all A’s in honor classes but nothing was said until my sister got a C in English and they acted like it was a god given miracle. (I hold no resentment to my siblings!! My sister had it rough to because she was always supposed to be perfect because she was Daddy’s little girl and no one cared about my baby brother because my step dad never wanted a boy and my step mom doesn’t really like young kids she likes babies) so I began cutting myself. Bad. I was 14 and just now my scars are barely visible. I was so numb. My step mother would yell at me all the time because I wouldn’t cry after they do things to me like cuss me out or call me an emotionaless monster and she has given up on me and I’d better hope god takes pity. I remember I went into the garage to grab some books and I found an erotic novel. I didn’t know it was that at the time and thought it was a romance novel. When I began reading it that night I soon realized that kissing wasnt all that they were doing. I got afraid and threw it in mine and my sister closet to take of in the morning. I soon forgot and that day my parents found it while looking through my stuff. I was only allowed to do track at this time and so at a home game the coaches threw me into the 800 dash when I never did it before (I was more of a 400) and I burnt out. I was dehydrated and malnutritioned and so the trainer sat me down after words and was taking care of me because I was close to passing out and kept throwing up. My parents came by and I was so happy because none of them ever came to my stuff. At all. But nope they dragged me away without telling anyone except the trainer who was begging them not to because I may have to go to the hospital. They just told her I was being a child and needed to buck up and was afraid of the punishment. Now at this point I had no idea what was wrong I just kept drifting off. My step dad tossed me into the back of the truck because I wouldn’t throw up in my dads new truck. Whenever we got there my step dad took me into the room and told me about finding out the book. I didn’t realize what was wrong and told them my story. He proceeded to tell me I was lying because my step mom never had that book. (I guess the box I pointed to where I found the book was my step moms old college stuff that she previously said I could borrow any of the books) he then told me I needed a spanking. I told him no because in all of my life I always took the blame but for this time I wasn’t gonna take it for something I didn’t even know what I did. Well that was the wrong answer and he proceeded to hit me everywhere with a bored he found while he was at a hotel with Lindsey that was a....ya know. Naughty board with white junk and crude names everywhere. He turned it into a spanking board with the words “gonna learn today” it usually never hurt but whenever you get smacked in the face with it that sucker had a punch. And when I crawled away and hid under my bed he dragged me by my hair and told me I needed to take this as a woman while dangling by my hair. Afterwards I also had to apologize to my family because I was crying and screaming so much I scared my brother and sister. My punishment was I had to sleep in the laundry room, with a 3 foot by 3 foot shawl and no food. And after I did my chores I had to sit outside in my tank top and booty shorts since I wanted to be a whre. No matter the weather. This happened in January all the way to March. Soon Ashley began to notice and she called cps on my family. I didn’t know until the cps came to my school and asked to tell me what was going on. I told them everything. But whenever the state came by...all they said that my family had money and the best they could do was suggest that they put a mattress in the laundry room. And left. And my step dad did that. After throwing it at me and told me to do it myself if I wanted to tattle tell. I kept cutting myself and cps came by for a check up and I guess told my parents that I needed to go to a hospital. So I came home from school to my dad telling me to get in the car. Nothing else. I really felt he was going to kill me or leave me somewhere. And whenever we arrived the ladies made me undress and search my body and I had no idea where I was because I never knew there was a place like this. All while my dad stood out there not saying anything just staring at me. And whenever it was time to say goodbye he walked away. Nothing. That month there was honestly the most care free time of my life. I didn’t have to ask for seconds. I could just get it. There was so many options!!!! I had sugary cereal and waffles and pasta!!!! I could watch tv!!! I had girls there who got me. But after a week my parents didn’t drop by to give me homework or clothes so girls there would give me their old hand me down. And i was so excited!! Because these clothes sure had a tear in the crotch and some buttons didn’t work or it was a little tight but!! It was skinny jeans!! And skirts!! That was black or gray!! And not pink!! And rock bands shirts that I love. I also found out I’m bi there too ;) And truthfully the therapist there didn’t believe me when I told them everything but whenever it came to the family conference at the end of my stay they couldn’t even be bothered to show up and called an hour after and yelled at me why I had very little clothes and I MUST be giving them to Ashely because I was going to run away (I literally wasn’t. I would never leave my brother and sister and if I was gonna run away anywhere it definitely wouldn’t be to Ashley. She’s crazier than I am. I just had that little of clothes. And they berated me and called me names and told me I should never come back. I remember the therapist face when she just looked at me and asked me to leave. But alas my heaven could not last forever. My step mom came to pick me up and while families were loving on their kids who they haven’t seen she told me to sit away from her while she signed paperwork. Then the entire car ride she yelled at me for destroying this family and I must have stolen these clothes and I was ruining my brother and sister. Whenever we got home she forced me to undress and tossed a loose shirt to me and told me I couldn’t be trusted to wear clothes. So I had to wear that. Life went on and I slowly got my clothes back but then disaster hits. My step mom was now broke as hell from supporting my dad through four different college majors and he wanted a divorce. We had no say. It was told to us the day we moved out. We could only pack a bag and leave. We then moved to a smaller more townish area (idk how to spell the s words my mind is blank) and it was just like how I was little except my step dad moved directly into his girlfriends house because he had no credit. So while they had sex IN THE LIVING ROOM AT 4 OCLOCK I had to cook dinner clean take care of my brother and sister and her naughty kid. (He’s really not bad but damn was he naughty) I grew more and more depressed started binge eating a lot. I would wake up at 4 to do my homework and cook breakfast and help the kids get ready for school. Take them to the bus stop and then go to my bus stop at 6. Go to school until track ends at 4:30 but I wouldn’t walk home until I threw up in the bathroom and more than once passed out. Be home around 6 cook dinner help the kids with their homework and hygiene and clean up and then my shower which there was never hot water for until midnight. And wake up and do it all over again for two years. After a while I told my dad that I needed to go back to the hospital or I would kill myself. He then told me I was ungrateful and kicked me out to my bio moms. They did this often when I was kid and I acted out. Send me to my bio dads or moms to show me “this is how I’m going to turn out” well my bio mom was very mad at my step dad and convinced to just...stay out. She thought I would live with her but she lived in a really shitty rv (not the big kinds) and did meth in front of me and invite men who would sexually harassed me. So I went to my bio dads. Which was a little better but he did herion in front of me too and though that I was the woman of the house and I must cook and clean and everything. So I left. Now at the time my step dad had been terrorizing my step mom by vandalizing her shed stalking her at night phone calls and texts and stuff like that. So she may have not liked me but she told me if she paid for it would I try to take away my step dads custody over me. I said whatever I don’t really care. Now at this point, My step mom had someone to help live in the big house together. And that person was MP. When I lived there, I asked her for a ride home because she lived close with her boyfriend and her kids because my mother forgot about me and it would be a three hour walk and she said sure. I proceed to text me step mom letting her know her name of MP and her license plate and her address. My step mom blew a gasket and punished me for it because she was gonna get me later...I told her 3 that day and it was already six and I tried calling and texting but she didn’t answer because she was at a bar. Long story short about that they actually became friends(?) my step mom kind of forced it and MP just went along with it because she saw how I was treated and promised to try and help. And MP got dumped and had no where to stay so my step mom let her and her kids live in the house with her. Well during the custody battle my step mom went to Alaska and had an affair with a married man. And whenever she came back to visit she soon began her abuse towards me and MP grew tired of it and we moved out. Especially after my step mom became pregnant on purpose to the man just so she could have a baby. And I stayed with her throughout my junior and senior year of high school. During this I worked two jobs and gave up a lot of my high school experience because MP was struggling too as a single mom to teenagers. I love her but she’s very passive aggressive and tends to take it out on me and doesn’t really care for me like she does her kids which hurts. While her kids would get $300 gifts on holidays I would get a towel and a lamp from Walmart. She would yell at me during my panic attacks and her teenage girl who’s a year younger than me would accuse me of stealing her stuff. And I really do love her but she’s always saying that I’m her real kid but...really I’m not. During this time to Idk if it would be rape or not but I had a boyfriend who I said I didn’t want to have sex with. And while we were doing stuff he proceeded to force me to do anal or vaginal sex even while I said no. I just dunno if that counts because I didn’t scream it or fight a lot. He was a lot stronger than me and I just I kind of gave up and didn’t make a big deal about it. He finally broke up with me so that’s good. He wasn’t very good at sex either way so. Anyways stuff was getting bad again as I was in this environment and over worked myself but I met this guy, NC the end of my senior year. I told myself I would kill myself after 18 but he ultimately stopped it. MP pretty much kicked me out after I met him and I proceeded to stay at his place with his parents. It was so happy for me. This guy is a little cocky but he really doesn’t mean to. If he wants to know something he will stop at nothing to find out what it is. And he will admit hey I don’t know it but I will learn as much as I can on it. He taught me I could love myself and be more confident. I was really close to being truly happy. Now after like 8months?? of being into our relationship I decided to move out because he didn’t want to move out and there wasn’t enough room for me. But I don’t blame him his parents are really well off. But the argument was I was moving into joint living with an acquaintance and I didn’t realize there was a man living also in one of the room. This was after I paid the lease and bought all of myself and ultimately spent 1800 on it. I never really spoke to the guy. He was an Indian guy who really just kept to himself and was an exchange student from the really popular college here. We got in an argument where I said I would gladly move back in but I don’t have the money to end my lease and long story short we broke up for a bit. This is where I’m the AH. I was so mad and hurt that this man caused me this much pain after I trusted him that I had a hookup. With a guy I brought to dinner with him because we were childhood friends from when I lived with my stepdad. Now we had a thing sophomore year and hooked up but I didn’t tell NC at the time because a) I didn’t want him to look down on me. I know he wouldn’t but I was still scared. And b) he truly meant nothing to me as much as NC did. But I was so desperate for friends and anyone to care for me that I didn’t want to just drop him. And a while after that NC realized his mistake and came to me crying and begging me to take him back but I was so stressed with school and guilt that I had hooked up with a guy (he once told me off handly that he would date a girl after her body count as risen after him. He’s now grown up from that mindset thank god but at this time he still hasn’t told me any different) that I kept putting it off until I went out with NC and realized I care for him more than anything and I told the friend that I’m sorry but I won’t be speaking to you anymore and he got mad saying how could pick NC over him because he cared for me. And honestly I was only holding on to the friend so hard because he was the last person to know me from that time. He never truly did anything caring or friend like to me. He never texted me and he never helped me no matter how many times I had helped him. So I blocked him. And things were almost perfect after that!! But NC began dealing very very hard stuff with his family and didn’t pay a lot of attention to me. Sexually or romantically. It took a huge hit to me. I first started distract myself with hobbies. And whenever that didn’t work I tried to make friends. I tried to get into contact with MP and her daughter and more of my guy friends back in high school. And over time I stopped paying attention to NC and tried to find love somewhere else. Not romantically!! I would never cheat but like more of a family and friend love. And I soon fell into the wrong crowd where the guys only wanted to fuck me and the girls was jealous of me and decided to ruin my relationship pretty much. So it got too much for me and I tried to distance myself from everyone but I ran into the girl group and I ended up giving in and following them. Soon as I was away for weekend I received a message from a girl saying NC was cheating on me with multiple girls and such. I was furious. I prob wouldn’t have acted as harshly and talked to NC if I didn’t let other influence me too much. (Because now I realize it really wasn’t the case at all) and I moved out without speaking to NC and moved back with MP. Well now I work an ok job just barely any pay and depressed because MP treats me very poorly and bashes me every chance she gets along with her daughter. I barely make ends meet trying to provide for me and my brother and sister who still stays with their dad but he’s not around much I usually pay for school, food and any new clothing and bills they have. I’m in contact with NC again and he said he doesn’t know if he wants to be with me again because of how I am (not that I blame him!! I have very highs and deep lows in my emotions and I really can’t process them and I don’t bring much into a relationship honestly. I’m ok looking and I’m broke and I don’t have much of a future the only I can is I’m loyal whenever I’m not depressed and I really can take care of people well) and I have no close friends besides the guys who wants to have sex with me. And even then they only talk to me if they want to go out. What I need is advice on what to go forward. This is the most I’ve ever told anyone because I really want a informed answer. I just got out of a panic attack and I’m tired of being like this. I want to be the best for myself and NC and my brother and sister. I can’t get Medicare because it would affect MP since she’s on it and therapy is too much and I can’t afford to live on my own or even roommates but I feel like if I stay here I may do something I will regret. I have no idea what to do with my life and I just not to be cheesy but I really want a family I can count on or like a mom or a dad who will give me a hug and tell me I got this. I just don’t know what to do anymore. I feel like I messed up so bad and I don’t even know how to start pulling myself out of this
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2020.12.03 01:35 i_dunno3881 This is my first one but I just really need to feel like I’m not alone..this is also my first post. This is also pretty long because it’s my life so don’t feel obligated to read!! Also TW too!!

I am a 20F and I’m sorry if this is really bad I’m new to this. But I watch a lot of Reddit podcast and I read a lot on here. But on to my story. I had a pretty hard childhood. My bio mom is a drug addict and my bio dad is both a dealer and an addict. They were married whenever I was first born but divorced when I was around 1 because bio dad went to prison and my bio mom never truly cared for him. My bio mom then went to my step dad and had my baby brother and sister. We had a hard life then but it wasn’t too terrible. I didn’t get what a lot of kids had but to me I didn’t even know what to want. My step dad is a diagnosed narcissist and also has a past of drugs. And soon they began fighting over that. I don’t think my step dad ever hit me on purpose but he was cruel to me. Not too bad!!! Just very nasty taunts and never really made it up in the caring department. But he did abuse my bio mom. Hitting, choking, and manipulating her. My bio dad isn’t really in the picture. He would be in and out of prison and whenever I did see him he would get me in trouble by feeding me taunts to tell my step dad how he’s not my father and blood is always better and stuff like that. Soon they decided to split. My siblings and I would spend a week there and then a week here stuff like that. Which is really ok except I had to take on the mom role wherever we went. My bio mom ultimately gave up really and dove deeper into drugs and I had to take care of them both as a caregiver and a mom. I would clean, cook, and raise them since my step dad really didn’t care unless he had a girlfriend over he wanted to show off too. Then a big car wreck happened. My bio moms sister died, my bio mom was mainly burned and shattered her knee. My sister (4 at the time) only had a cut on her forehead and a broken leg. My brother who was 2 was hurt the most. He has broken legs fractured neck bones and burns all over his body. Those weeks after that was bad. My mother became more and more dependent on drugs while my step dad spent more and more time at work. So I had to deal with a 4 year old who couldn’t walk properly and a screaming two year old who was in a body cast and couldn’t understand why he couldn’t walk anymore all within a dirty house that had no ac in one of the hottest states in the summer. I had really bad nightmares during this time, enough to where I would kick out windows and thrash around. My step dad then met my step mom. She was very nice, grew up very country and had a loving household where the worst she had to deal with was her dad divorcing her mom whenever she was two. Soon they fell in love. It was always kind of weird because my step dad changed himself to fit her. This was the man who listened to papa roach and had an 82’ camero that he would wash and wax every Saturday no matter what. Now he was this man who watched friends (her favorite show) and listened to country (although he always said that country made him remember his mom who kind of abused and neglected him and swore to me he would never like it) Then they decided to move in and get married. At first my step mom was very kind and I didn’t really care either way as long as I could be a kid finally. But soon it became apparent that me and her was not the same. I was 10 around this time and I was little bit of a nerdy shy kid but she wanted me to cut my hair and dress me up and stuff like that. She even begged me everyday to get my ear pierced for a month until I finally gave in. And then get mad when they ended up really hurting me and I just took them out. And proceeded to pierce my ear herself which caused me to have very damaged earlobes. (Not too bad just I can’t wear dangly earrings or heavy ones because there would be a giant hole and it kind of embarrassed me) My step parents gained custody of me because my mom did drugs a lot and couldn’t keep clean. So we all lived together in a middle class house and it was really nice. But they were never around. We were left with a nanny who I love her but she is a god fearing woman and doesn’t do much of cuddling and loving. We never really saw my parents and they never really paid attention to us. I was always uncomfortable but never acted out because it was all so quick to me. First they would say I don’t have to call her mom. But whenever I didn’t I would get in trouble and get no food for a week so I gave in. She would spank my brother and sister and berate them if we kissed and hugged (nothing weird!! Just on the cheek) she would yell at us if the kids slept in my bed because that’s what’s they’ve always done. But would turn around and say that I am the older sister and I must do all the chores (which really wasn’t a big deal) and protect them and that was my duty. So my life went on like that for awhile. I never had any friends and always stayed quiet and always made A’s because if I didn’t I would have punishments like food taken away or privileges. My one birthday I had with her she gave it to my sister because I wasn’t appreciating it enough. Then they decided to move when I was 12. We went up to her state in the country but there wasn’t enough jobs so me, my siblings, and her moved down while my step dad stayed up there “because it really helped him” we will find out later he met a lady friend named Lindsey. So for a couple months we stayed with my step dads mom which was awful. She is a very Native American woman (which she is still white but she takes that heritage part of her very seriously but I don’t know if that cultural appropriation??? I just wanted to explain how she is) she doesn’t have a heat system and so no heater or hot showers. She wasn’t very loving either (now she’s a little bit better because my uncle died going to my birthday party and that was her baby and I guess it made her realize how short life is??) I remember as a kid I hated beans but I knew the rules. You don’t like it you don’t eat at all. So I didn’t. I didn’t cause a fuss I just got up and put my plate down. She proceeded to throw the plate at me while yelling I was entitled and such. But she also hated my step mom much more. And so my step mom was always at work. Here I got a phone when I was 13 but I could only text her so no games no internet no friends. I also went to a very Hispanic and African American school and was picked on and got into fights a lot because my brother and sister would also get picked on and I would defend them. Nothing is wrong and I don’t hold on to any anger toward anyone!! They were just kids and we to be fair was very easy targets. My step mom would come home after 11 or 12 after drinking all afternoon at a local bar but would get mad if I made any food for us. But she wouldn’t cook dinner so most of the time I would sneak my free lunch from school to give to my brother and sister to let them have dinner. My grandmother soon got tired of her and kicked us out. There we moved into a trailer park home (??) and there it was really bad for us. My step mom knew why my step father was still away and began drinking herself to close to death. She would come home after work around 3 and buy a 36 pack and drink it at a neighbors until 1 am until she finally came back to yell at me for making dinner. She always began berating me about my weight. ( I KNOW I’m not totally fat but I’m a little bit thicker than my siblings but I think she was taking her weight out on me because my step father would mock her) then came a time where she spanked my brother over something he couldn’t control (his frequent bed wetting) and when I wouldn’t talk to her for a week she said that I must tell her what was wrong or I will be “beat until there was nothing left” so word for word I told her “I think you’re a little too strict” well she walked off (and by this time my step dad came back but he was never around because he worked nights and spent most of the day at Lisa’s or Lindsey’s. Well they both decided to take away my family privileges so that meant 1)no seconds or extras on food 2) no talking or touching my siblings or pets 3) I had to sleep with one pillow and a sheet 4) I had seven pairs of clothes and had to pay to wash them. But as I had no money I could never wash them and 5) any spare time I had to do chores. No fun time for me. No relaxing either. During this I realized now I had frequent panic attacks where I would crawl under my bed and hyperventilate until I pass out and do it over and over again until I stayed asleep. She also took my stuffed animal I had gotten when my mother kidnapped us when I was 8. That thing is my life saver. His name is big bear and I love him very much. When I cried whenever she took him away she told me it was just a worthless stuffed animal and I need to stop being a pssy. This went on until we moved again to a nice place in the country. Where they totally forgot about everything and acted like it never happened. One good thing tho my stuff was already packed they said. I actually made somewhat friends and one in particular. Her name was Ashley. She also had a bad life but where I was shy and timid she lashed out. She would call cps on her mother for drug abuse and such. Well during this time I was still going through lots of bad stuff. Still punishments was harsh. If I broke a glass when I was doing dishes I missed supper for that day. If they thought I “took” food (I didn’t I was anorexic then now I know what it was) I again had my food or privileges taken away. I still had clothes I’ve had when I was 9 and wasn’t given anymore. My brother and sister was treated very significantly different and to family my only duty in life was to make sure they were ok. I soon began cutting myself after I showed them a report card to sign where I had all A’s in honor classes but nothing was said until my sister got a C in English and they acted like it was a god given miracle. (I hold no resentment to my siblings!! My sister had it rough to because she was always supposed to be perfect because she was Daddy’s little girl and no one cared about my baby brother because my step dad never wanted a boy and my step mom doesn’t really like young kids she likes babies) so I began cutting myself. Bad. I was 14 and just now my scars are barely visible. I was so numb. My step mother would yell at me all the time because I wouldn’t cry after they do things to me like cuss me out or call me an emotionaless monster and she has given up on me and I’d better hope god takes pity. I remember I went into the garage to grab some books and I found an erotic novel. I didn’t know it was that at the time and thought it was a romance novel. When I began reading it that night I soon realized that kissing wasnt all that they were doing. I got afraid and threw it in mine and my sister closet to take of in the morning. I soon forgot and that day my parents found it while looking through my stuff. I was only allowed to do track at this time and so at a home game the coaches threw me into the 800 dash when I never did it before (I was more of a 400) and I burnt out. I was dehydrated and malnutritioned and so the trainer sat me down after words and was taking care of me because I was close to passing out and kept throwing up. My parents came by and I was so happy because none of them ever came to my stuff. At all. But nope they dragged me away without telling anyone except the trainer who was begging them not to because I may have to go to the hospital. They just told her I was being a child and needed to buck up and was afraid of the punishment. Now at this point I had no idea what was wrong I just kept drifting off. My step dad tossed me into the back of the truck because I wouldn’t throw up in my dads new truck. Whenever we got there my step dad took me into the room and told me about finding out the book. I didn’t realize what was wrong and told them my story. He proceeded to tell me I was lying because my step mom never had that book. (I guess the box I pointed to where I found the book was my step moms old college stuff that she previously said I could borrow any of the books) he then told me I needed a spanking. I told him no because in all of my life I always took the blame but for this time I wasn’t gonna take it for something I didn’t even know what I did. Well that was the wrong answer and he proceeded to hit me everywhere with a bored he found while he was at a hotel with Lindsey that was a....ya know. Naughty board with white junk and crude names everywhere. He turned it into a spanking board with the words “gonna learn today” it usually never hurt but whenever you get smacked in the face with it that sucker had a punch. And when I crawled away and hid under my bed he dragged me by my hair and told me I needed to take this as a woman while dangling by my hair. Afterwards I also had to apologize to my family because I was crying and screaming so much I scared my brother and sister. My punishment was I had to sleep in the laundry room, with a 3 foot by 3 foot shawl and no food. And after I did my chores I had to sit outside in my tank top and booty shorts since I wanted to be a whre. No matter the weather. This happened in January all the way to March. Soon Ashley began to notice and she called cps on my family. I didn’t know until the cps came to my school and asked to tell me what was going on. I told them everything. But whenever the state came by...all they said that my family had money and the best they could do was suggest that they put a mattress in the laundry room. And left. And my step dad did that. After throwing it at me and told me to do it myself if I wanted to tattle tell. I kept cutting myself and cps came by for a check up and I guess told my parents that I needed to go to a hospital. So I came home from school to my dad telling me to get in the car. Nothing else. I really felt he was going to kill me or leave me somewhere. And whenever we arrived the ladies made me undress and search my body and I had no idea where I was because I never knew there was a place like this. All while my dad stood out there not saying anything just staring at me. And whenever it was time to say goodbye he walked away. Nothing. That month there was honestly the most care free time of my life. I didn’t have to ask for seconds. I could just get it. There was so many options!!!! I had sugary cereal and waffles and pasta!!!! I could watch tv!!! I had girls there who got me. But after a week my parents didn’t drop by to give me homework or clothes so girls there would give me their old hand me down. And i was so excited!! Because these clothes sure had a tear in the crotch and some buttons didn’t work or it was a little tight but!! It was skinny jeans!! And skirts!! That was black or gray!! And not pink!! And rock bands shirts that I love. I also found out I’m bi there too ;) And truthfully the therapist there didn’t believe me when I told them everything but whenever it came to the family conference at the end of my stay they couldn’t even be bothered to show up and called an hour after and yelled at me why I had very little clothes and I MUST be giving them to Ashely because I was going to run away (I literally wasn’t. I would never leave my brother and sister and if I was gonna run away anywhere it definitely wouldn’t be to Ashley. She’s crazier than I am. I just had that little of clothes. And they berated me and called me names and told me I should never come back. I remember the therapist face when she just looked at me and asked me to leave. But alas my heaven could not last forever. My step mom came to pick me up and while families were loving on their kids who they haven’t seen she told me to sit away from her while she signed paperwork. Then the entire car ride she yelled at me for destroying this family and I must have stolen these clothes and I was ruining my brother and sister. Whenever we got home she forced me to undress and tossed a loose shirt to me and told me I couldn’t be trusted to wear clothes. So I had to wear that. Life went on and I slowly got my clothes back but then disaster hits. My step mom was now broke as hell from supporting my dad through four different college majors and he wanted a divorce. We had no say. It was told to us the day we moved out. We could only pack a bag and leave. We then moved to a smaller more townish area (idk how to spell the s words my mind is blank) and it was just like how I was little except my step dad moved directly into his girlfriends house because he had no credit. So while they had sex IN THE LIVING ROOM AT 4 OCLOCK I had to cook dinner clean take care of my brother and sister and her naughty kid. (He’s really not bad but damn was he naughty) I grew more and more depressed started binge eating a lot. I would wake up at 4 to do my homework and cook breakfast and help the kids get ready for school. Take them to the bus stop and then go to my bus stop at 6. Go to school until track ends at 4:30 but I wouldn’t walk home until I threw up in the bathroom and more than once passed out. Be home around 6 cook dinner help the kids with their homework and hygiene and clean up and then my shower which there was never hot water for until midnight. And wake up and do it all over again for two years. After a while I told my dad that I needed to go back to the hospital or I would kill myself. He then told me I was ungrateful and kicked me out to my bio moms. They did this often when I was kid and I acted out. Send me to my bio dads or moms to show me “this is how I’m going to turn out” well my bio mom was very mad at my step dad and convinced to just...stay out. She thought I would live with her but she lived in a really shitty rv (not the big kinds) and did meth in front of me and invite men who would sexually harassed me. So I went to my bio dads. Which was a little better but he did herion in front of me too and though that I was the woman of the house and I must cook and clean and everything. So I left. Now at the time my step dad had been terrorizing my step mom by vandalizing her shed stalking her at night phone calls and texts and stuff like that. So she may have not liked me but she told me if she paid for it would I try to take away my step dads custody over me. I said whatever I don’t really care. Now at this point, My step mom had someone to help live in the big house together. And that person was MP. When I lived there, I asked her for a ride home because she lived close with her boyfriend and her kids because my mother forgot about me and it would be a three hour walk and she said sure. I proceed to text me step mom letting her know her name of MP and her license plate and her address. My step mom blew a gasket and punished me for it because she was gonna get me later...I told her 3 that day and it was already six and I tried calling and texting but she didn’t answer because she was at a bar. Long story short about that they actually became friends(?) my step mom kind of forced it and MP just went along with it because she saw how I was treated and promised to try and help. And MP got dumped and had no where to stay so my step mom let her and her kids live in the house with her. Well during the custody battle my step mom went to Alaska and had an affair with a married man. And whenever she came back to visit she soon began her abuse towards me and MP grew tired of it and we moved out. Especially after my step mom became pregnant on purpose to the man just so she could have a baby. And I stayed with her throughout my junior and senior year of high school. During this I worked two jobs and gave up a lot of my high school experience because MP was struggling too as a single mom to teenagers. I love her but she’s very passive aggressive and tends to take it out on me and doesn’t really care for me like she does her kids which hurts. While her kids would get $300 gifts on holidays I would get a towel and a lamp from Walmart. She would yell at me during my panic attacks and her teenage girl who’s a year younger than me would accuse me of stealing her stuff. And I really do love her but she’s always saying that I’m her real kid but...really I’m not. During this time to Idk if it would be rape or not but I had a boyfriend who I said I didn’t want to have sex with. And while we were doing stuff he proceeded to force me to do anal or vaginal sex even while I said no. I just dunno if that counts because I didn’t scream it or fight a lot. He was a lot stronger than me and I just I kind of gave up and didn’t make a big deal about it. He finally broke up with me so that’s good. He wasn’t very good at sex either way so. Anyways stuff was getting bad again as I was in this environment and over worked myself but I met this guy, NC the end of my senior year. I told myself I would kill myself after 18 but he ultimately stopped it. MP pretty much kicked me out after I met him and I proceeded to stay at his place with his parents. It was so happy for me. This guy is a little cocky but he really doesn’t mean to. If he wants to know something he will stop at nothing to find out what it is. And he will admit hey I don’t know it but I will learn as much as I can on it. He taught me I could love myself and be more confident. I was really close to being truly happy. Now after like 8months?? of being into our relationship I decided to move out because he didn’t want to move out and there wasn’t enough room for me. But I don’t blame him his parents are really well off. But the argument was I was moving into joint living with an acquaintance and I didn’t realize there was a man living also in one of the room. This was after I paid the lease and bought all of myself and ultimately spent 1800 on it. I never really spoke to the guy. He was an Indian guy who really just kept to himself and was an exchange student from the really popular college here. We got in an argument where I said I would gladly move back in but I don’t have the money to end my lease and long story short we broke up for a bit. This is where I’m the AH. I was so mad and hurt that this man caused me this much pain after I trusted him that I had a hookup. With a guy I brought to dinner with him because we were childhood friends from when I lived with my stepdad. Now we had a thing sophomore year and hooked up but I didn’t tell NC at the time because a) I didn’t want him to look down on me. I know he wouldn’t but I was still scared. And b) he truly meant nothing to me as much as NC did. But I was so desperate for friends and anyone to care for me that I didn’t want to just drop him. And a while after that NC realized his mistake and came to me crying and begging me to take him back but I was so stressed with school and guilt that I had hooked up with a guy (he once told me off handly that he would date a girl after her body count as risen after him. He’s now grown up from that mindset thank god but at this time he still hasn’t told me any different) that I kept putting it off until I went out with NC and realized I care for him more than anything and I told the friend that I’m sorry but I won’t be speaking to you anymore and he got mad saying how could pick NC over him because he cared for me. And honestly I was only holding on to the friend so hard because he was the last person to know me from that time. He never truly did anything caring or friend like to me. He never texted me and he never helped me no matter how many times I had helped him. So I blocked him. And things were almost perfect after that!! But NC began dealing very very hard stuff with his family and didn’t pay a lot of attention to me. Sexually or romantically. It took a huge hit to me. I first started distract myself with hobbies. And whenever that didn’t work I tried to make friends. I tried to get into contact with MP and her daughter and more of my guy friends back in high school. And over time I stopped paying attention to NC and tried to find love somewhere else. Not romantically!! I would never cheat but like more of a family and friend love. And I soon fell into the wrong crowd where the guys only wanted to fuck me and the girls was jealous of me and decided to ruin my relationship pretty much. So it got too much for me and I tried to distance myself from everyone but I ran into the girl group and I ended up giving in and following them. Soon as I was away for weekend I received a message from a girl saying NC was cheating on me with multiple girls and such. I was furious. I prob wouldn’t have acted as harshly and talked to NC if I didn’t let other influence me too much. (Because now I realize it really wasn’t the case at all) and I moved out without speaking to NC and moved back with MP. Well now I work an ok job just barely any pay and depressed because MP treats me very poorly and bashes me every chance she gets along with her daughter. I barely make ends meet trying to provide for me and my brother and sister who still stays with their dad but he’s not around much I usually pay for school, food and any new clothing and bills they have. I’m in contact with NC again and he said he doesn’t know if he wants to be with me again because of how I am (not that I blame him!! I have very highs and deep lows in my emotions and I really can’t process them and I don’t bring much into a relationship honestly. I’m ok looking and I’m broke and I don’t have much of a future the only I can is I’m loyal whenever I’m not depressed and I really can take care of people well) and I have no close friends besides the guys who wants to have sex with me. And even then they only talk to me if they want to go out. What I need is advice on what to go forward. This is the most I’ve ever told anyone because I really want a informed answer. I just got out of a panic attack and I’m tired of being like this. I want to be the best for myself and NC and my brother and sister. I can’t get Medicare because it would affect MP since she’s on it and therapy is too much and I can’t afford to live on my own or even roommates but I feel like if I stay here I may do something I will regret. I have no idea what to do with my life and I just not to be cheesy but I really want a family I can count on or like a mom or a dad who will give me a hug and tell me I got this. I just don’t know what to do anymore. I feel like I messed up so bad and I don’t even know how to start pulling myself out of this
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2020.12.01 13:23 walcotwaldo548 Reading your electrical meter

It will be either in kW or kWh. When you find the correct reading unit, you can note it down somewhere. The reading that you have noted from the meter is the total units you have consumed until now from the date of installation of the meter.
https://www.evernote.com/shard/s735/sh/91e47135-56dc-8682-fb53-e57105f2df64/86cbb914b9847bb15162fc75164cf413
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2020.12.01 13:23 walcotwaldo548 Reading your electrical meter

It will be either in kW or kWh. When you find the correct reading unit, you can note it down somewhere. The reading that you have noted from the meter is the total units you have consumed until now from the date of installation of the meter.
https://sites.google.com/view/readingyourelectricalmeter-/
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2020.12.01 13:23 walcotwaldo548 Reading your electrical meter

It will be either in kW or kWh. When you find the correct reading unit, you can note it down somewhere. The reading that you have noted from the meter is the total units you have consumed until now from the date of installation of the meter.

https://topsitenet.com/article/592727-reading-your-electrical-meter-/
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2020.11.30 21:17 SirPhoenix88 Volume 6, Chapter 6

Merry Christmas!
Chapter 6
Supply Vessel Ideal
It was a few days after the New Years Festival.
It was time to return to the kingdom, and Livia faced Anjie in an awkward atmosphere.
There were only two people in the room, and no one came in for a while due to a nifty Cordelia.
Even though Livia was depressed, she summoned her courage in front of Anjie and called out to her. "U-Uhm!"
"Livia, I don't think ---
But they both called at the same time and there was another pause.
The two clumsy people looked at each other annoyed.
Then their faces started to show a funny expression.
At the same time, they were able to understand the wish that they wanted to forgive each other. When they smiled, Anjie spoke to her.
"I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble. You are right about Noelle's situation. I ignored her feelings. I'm sorry.”
Livia shook her head at Anjie's apology.
"I shouldn't have done that. I didn't even consider your position and said something like that. Besides, I knew you had a lot on your mind.”
They had disagreed with each other about Noelle's case and now they were going to reconcile. However, Anjie's stance remained the same.
-I'm sorry. But I still think that Noelle should go to the Kingdom.
"For the good of the country, right?"
-That too.
-That too?
When Livia nodded her head, Anjie spoke about Noelle's future.
By having a ridiculous treasure called the little sapling of the Sacred Tree, Noelle, who was chosen as the priestess, has become something that all countries desire.
"From now on, Noelle will be wanted for the rest of her life as she is someone of great value."
-I know.
"No, I don't think you know exactly what's going on."
Anjie seems to think that Livia's perception was still naive.
"... People are creatures who can be cruel in any measure. And they will do anything to get the most outrageous winnings hanging in front of them.”
"Anjie?"
Anjie shook her head.
"I don't want to go into details either. But the worst that can happen to Noelle is hell waiting for her. It's not good for her, but what do you think would happen if another country took her away and made her unhappy?”
"I-I don't think it's …”
Livia didn't want to think about it too much either, but Noelle would be unhappy.
However, Anjie was worried beyond that.
"If Noelle is unhappy, then Leon will worry. That's the kind of man he is. I don't want to see Leon suffer.”
Livia was embarrassed to learn that Anjie was thinking of Leon.
-I'm sorry. I just didn't think you were thinking so much.
"Unfortunately, I only recently started to think this way. At first I didn't think much about it. I also feel guilty.”
When Livia looked down, Anjie hugged her.
Livia also put her hand on Anjie's back.
Anjie whispered in Livia's ear.
"Honestly, I didn't want another woman next to Leon, either." But that guy attracts trouble, you know? I don't want to make Noelle unhappy, even as an individual. And as a nobleman, I can't leave Noelle unattended either.”
"I feel the same as you."
-Forgive me. Even though I know you won't like it, there is no choice but to keep Noelle by Leon's side. I cannot take her back to the Kingdom of Holfault and hand her over to the Royal Court.
When Livia nodded, Anjie's face moved closer.
Continuing like this, their lips met.

Yumeria, who was cleaning the front door of the mansion, looked out atthe good weather. "It's another beautiful day ~
Being tired, Yumeria wanted to take a nap.
But she shook her face and turned her attention to her work.
-I should not. If I don't work hard, Kyle will be mad at me again. Let’s go!
When he went back to cleaning, a woman came through the door.
There was a blue sphere nearby.
"Huh?" Mr. Luxon?
While she was confused, Lelia spoke.
"Hey, are you Leon and Marie?"
Yumeria was surprised when asked and nodded many times.
"T-They are…. I mean… they are here!”
"Well, go get them. Just say that Lelia is here.”
"Y-Yes!"
Overwhelmed and in a hurry to get back to the mansion, Yumeria slipped as she turned around.
"Ouch!"
"H-Hey, are you okay?"
-I'm sorry. I'm a bit clumsy.
"You are Yumeria, right? You can take your time, but can you call those two anyway?”
-… Yes.
Yumeria got up, shook her skirt with her hand, and hurried over despite being told not to.
"H-Hey don't rush! Ideal, what happened.”
[... No, it's nothing. The elf woman here was called Yumeria, right?]
As Yumeria entered the mansion, she could no longer hear their conversation.
The story will continue whether I’m there or not.
<>
Noelle sat on the stairs, hugging the jar that held the sapling.
Beside Noelle was Marie, who had become her friend.
Marie, who knew what was going on, followed Noelle.
"You'll be fine if you leave it to Leon. More importantly, what do you plan to do in the future, Noelle?”
Noelle, who was hugging the vial, didn't seem to have made up her mind yet.
"What can I say? I don't think it's right for me for Leon to take care of me. Because, having two fiancees, do you think it's okay for me to do that?”
"He ruined your wedding. He owes it to you.”
-It’s not that.
Noelle, who disagreed with Marie's extreme comments, still seemed to be worried about Leon.
"Well, take your time to think about it." There is still time.
While saying that, Marie was internally impatient.
I can't leave Noelle alone, however my brother says to leave it to him, what should I really do !? Heavens, nothing goes as planned!
As Marie tried to figure out how to move, Yumeria knocked on the door.
"Ah, Miss Marie!" Y-You have a visitor!
-I?
"No, they asked me to call Mr. Leon too, so I'm going to his room now." I-I'm retiring ... ah!
A nervous Yumeria stumbled on the stairs and hit her knee, then felt the pain. Noelle picked up Yumeria.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine. The visitor wanted me to hurry, so I have to hurry.”
Marie didn't mind keeping the guests waiting.
After all, if someone called her and Leon, it's obvious who that person is.
It was Lelia, who came running from the door, and was now with her arms crossed.
Beside him was the figure of Ideal, who had been listening to the conversation. When Yumeria went to Leon's room, Noelle went downstairs and approached Lelia. "Lelia, what are you doing here? Hey? Why is there a little Luxon-like thing here?”
Ideal spoke to Noelle, who seemed curious, in a friendly way.
[Nice to meet you, Miss Noelle. I am Ideal. I am… well, I am the same species type as Luxon. From now on, I look forward to working with you.]
"Uh, ah, yeah."
Noelle was confused about how Lelia had an item just like Luxon.
Marie was not surprised, but from Noelle's point of view there were nothing but questions. "You always come so suddenly."
As Marie made a disgusted face, Lelia ran a hand through her hair back.
"I thought I told you earlier that I would talk to Leon." More importantly, what the hell is going on?
Since she couldn't speak with Noelle there, Marie urged her to wait in the back room. "Wait in the living room." Leon will be here in a minute.
-Well, I'll wait. In the meantime, I'd like to talk to my sister.
Lelia said, then grabbed Noelle's hand and headed to the back of the room. Marie was upset by his attitude.
- ... What does that girl think Noelle is?

Noelle, who came to the reception room, was surprised to hear Lelia's story. "Stay in the Republic?"
She did not ask her to stay.
It was an order to stay.
-It is so. I don't think you're going to do well in a foreign country, and you're safer in the Republic to begin with. I'll protect you.
"I'll protect you," Noelle felt a lack of respect for his attitude.
"You say that just because you're engaged to Emile."
"It's not about Emile. I will protect you myself.”
-What do you mean? It's Emile who's going to protect us, right? I can understand that as well as you.
Noelle thought Lelia was being optimistic because she was engaged to Emile. However, Lelia didn't seem to trust Emile.
"I don't care about Emile anymore."
"What do you mean you don’t care about Emile? Are you two fighting, by any chance?”
Maybe it was an instinctive feeling as sisters, but Noelle had guessed from Lelia's appearance that she and Emile had had a fight.
That seemed like a perfect guess.
-It is none of your business.
-Of course yes. I don't know what's going on here, but I don't think Emile is going to do anything. What did you do?
Lelia's expression clouded, as if Noelle had hit the target.
Noelle was sure when she saw that Lelia had looked away from her.
-I knew it.
-It is none of your business! Besides, I don't need Emile anymore.
"What do you mean you don't need him? You're the one who made that mistake with Emi” --- When the sisters started arguing, a knock came from the door.
The two of them turned their gazes in that direction and saw Leon with Luxon.
"Well, they’re here, so let’s stop fighting.”
Behind him was also Marie.
"Who are you to tell that to us?" Those are not the kind of lines you get from someone who is always fighting.
"I'm a pacifist. I do not like fights.”
-Yes. You are good at it!
Noelle and Lelia were feeling stupid and stopped arguing when they saw Leon and Marie looking at each other with smiles on their faces.
Lelia crossed her arms and told Noelle to leave the room.
"I need to talk to Leon and the others, so you have to go."
-Why? Why do you always make me look like I'm a complete stranger? -Just go away!
And so Noelle was kicked out of the room by Lelia.

"I see you have a lot of attitude towards your sister."
I looked at Lelia, who forced Noelle out, and was appalled.
The Lelia of now had gained great power and had become arrogant.
"You better stop talking like that just because you've gained power."
Hearing my advice Lelia seemed disgusted, but it was Luxon who was surprised at me. [Master, you've always told me to look in the mirror when I talk like that.]
The same was for Marie.
"Brother, how can you say those words to someone else when they also apply to you? Are you not ashamed of yourself? I'm ashamed to be your sister.”
Why does Marie have to tell me all that?
"You are in no condition to tell me what to do!" --- Well, it doesn't matter.
Lelia said "Hey!" And then he blamed me for my attitude.
However, there is no point in talking about it, so we quickly got to the point. "Lelia, why did you set up Ideal’s defenses in the Rault house?"
When I asked the question, Lelia cocked her head.
-What are you talking about?
Marie put her left hand on her hip and pointed at Lelia and Ideal with her right hand.
"We can't help Louise because you guys did something unnecessary! Just take those defenses out of the way.
Lelia didn't really know, but she showed her combative attitude towards Marie.
"I don't know what you’re talking about! Don't blame me. Also, I didn't know about Louise's case and I didn't come visit you to discuss it.”
Marie and I didn't see this coming.
[That would narrow down the culprits.]
Luxon's red eye went to Ideal.
[So, Ideal …]
[I-I'm soooooo sorry!]
Lelia was surprised that he had suddenly apologized to her.
-Hey what's up?
[Actually, it was Lord Serge's order to provide a defense team.]
—Serge? Hey, I am your Master!
Lelia didn't seem to understand either.
However, Ideal was also confused.
[Hey? No, I registered both of them as my masters at the time. Therefore, the two people who can give me orders are Lelia-sama and Serge-sama.]
-... You're lying.
Lelia seemed to hear it for the first time and was shocked.
She got a cheat battleship, but the other guy also had the right to give it orders; you probably didn't expect this dilemma.
That is why she was worried.
"Of all people, Serge?" It is the worst option to pass power to someone like him.
He is the type of person who would hit someone out of nowhere. I do not like it.
Marie was in a good mood then, because the matter was simple.
"But it's resolved, isn't it?" Lelia, order them to get rid of the defense team as soon as possible.
-Well well. Ideal, please.
[I can not.]
-Eh?
Ideal rejected her as if it were natural.
[Unfortunately, Miss Lelia and Mr. Serge have the same power. I cannot revoke the orders of one side without reason.]
I turned my gaze to Luxon.
-What is he saying?
[The artificial intelligence of the military has a different chain of command than mine. Isn't it also a standard when it comes to property? More importantly, this would allow us to secure Louise if we only destroyed the defense equipment.]
I think we can avoid a fight with Ideal.
"The problem is Serge." I heard you have a problem with your family.
I looked at Lelia and she looked away from me to see if she had an idea.
"He was adopted and taken in by the Rault family." I heard that he didn't fit in and wanted to be part of a genuine family.
"... From my point of view, it's an enviable family."
It's no use comparing families, but without a doubt, the Rault family is the overwhelming winner when it comes to having an older sister.
Damn ... how much better my life would have been if Louise-san was my sister.
However, for Lelia, the Rault family is the enemy.
She didn't have good feelings for them.
-Where? Serge told me. "I'm the only one they don't recognize as their family." I think they just wanted an heir. They are so selfish that they don't care if their children are dead or not.
However, from my point of view, they were kind people.
I remembered Mr. Alberg, who was even trying to start a war for his daughter.
"... Well, I don't care what you think." Anyway, Serge is going to be an adversary in this matter, right? Whose side are you going to be on, Ideal?
Serge is likely to become the enemy.
And if that's the case ... Ideal is a danger.
Sensing the meaning of my gaze, Ideal flicked his eye sideways as if to say "oh dear". This part of him is the same as Luxon's.
[Normally I would like to avoid acts that prioritize one over the other, but circumstances are circumstances. I will not supply more forces. However, that is all I can do. I cannot take away the strength that Master Serge has.]
"You just have to promise me that and we'll be fine. We will take care of this problem ourselves.”
Well that solves the problem.
The only thing left to do is how to get Louise back.
Thinking that Louise's problem was solved, Lelia raised another topic.
"Then let's talk about my sister. I will be clear. Now that Ideal is here, I have the power to protect my sister. I don't need to trust you guys.”
Marie tugged at Lelia's cheeks.
"You, don't get carried away. If my brother gets serious, you will be defeated.”
Why does this chick overestimate me?
I don't want to fight Ideal.
However, Lelia did not show the same confusion as before, perhaps because she felt more confident after obtaining Ideal.
"Oh, can you do it?" Ideal is a warship. Luxon is an immigrant ship, right? Would it even be a fight?
Then Luxon, who had been silent until now, spoke quickly.
[Oh? I'm surprised that Lelia can analyze our strength. First of all, do you know my original function? You are very confident that you are going to win even when you don't really know it. Also, Ideal is a supply ship, even if it is a warship. If I had to explain it to you in simple terms, it is not the type of ship that fights in the front. It's designed to work out of the rear, so it wasn't made specifically for combat, didn't you know?]
- Eh? Wh-what?
Lelia sought help from Ideal and made a change of players.
[Luxon, please don't intimidate Miss Lelia too much. Also, I have a lot of experience in actual battles, even though I look like this. If we really fight, it's hard to know who will win. Am I wrong?]
[... I guess so.]
Luxon did not say that he could definitely win.
Do you have uncertainties?
"That's surprising. Didn’t you say you're going to win?"
[We were created to fight new humans, not humanity in a war between humans. In other words, we have no data on ships fighting each other.]
You will never know unless you try.
Ah ~ so that's it. No wonder he's so insecure. I'll make fun of him later. Anyway, it was nice to hear all that about Ideal.
"Have you fought the new humans?"
[Yes. That battle was really bad. He had returned to the base for maintenance, and was waiting for the new masters to arrive. However, they allowed an enemy armor to enter the base and we were forced to be in a semi-destroyed state. Fortunately I was the only one who survived, but unable to move due to the waiting orders.]
Lelia had never heard of it before.
"Hey, really?" Oh, could it be that the armor you saw that time was magic or something? [Yes.]
Here Luxon showed quite an overreaction than usual.
[qawsedrftgyfujikolp; !!!!]
Surprised by his reaction, Lelia had fled to the wall.
"W-What was that !?”
-I'm sorry. This guy hates magic armor a lot.
Ideal nodded.
[I get it. I hate them too.]
Compared to him, this one is much quieter.
Luxon's red eye glowed mysteriously.
[Where is? Where is the magic armor? If you don't destroy it, if you don't destroy it without leaving a single trace of dust, the entire legacy of the new humans will be the target of destruction.]
-You are always like that.
A happy Ideal was calming the flustered Luxon.
[Please calm down, Luxon. I have destroyed the magic armor on my own. There are no more.]
[... I see.]
Once Luxon calmed down, I told Lelia, who was glued to the wall, my thoughts on Noelle's future.
"Lelia, I think it would be best to let Noelle decide on her own."
-What's the matter with you? I need my sister and the baby tree!
"If something happens, then we'll figure it out. Also, I don't think the Sacred Tree is going to lose control right now.”
"Yes, but …”
I don't think the current Alberg-sama is the last boss.
And if it is ... is it when we lose Louise?
Losing your daughter… may drive you to despair.
In other words, saving Louise will keep the world from falling apart.
Oh, I'm going to save the world again, right? How painful, I'm going to save the world again! --- And until here we leave the jokes.
"Noelle is stronger than you think." So---
When I said that, Lelia lowered her head and left the room.
[Ah, Lelia-sama! Excuse us all, we withdraw. Lelia-sama ~!]
Lelia and Ideal left, leaving Luxon, Marie and me.
Marie was not happy.
"She's getting carried away now that she has Ideal. Onii-chan, you should threaten her more like you always do.”
-No. And what do you mean by "always"?
Marie brought her gaze to the ground.
"That Lelia, she thinks Noelle is an object or something. Leaving it to Lelia will only make Noelle unhappy.”
Despite the fact that they are twin sisters, Lelia is reincarnated.
Perhaps the feeling of being sisters is thin.
-What should we do? Luxon, what do you think?
[When you have a problem, you entrust it to someone else. In fact, the Master does not think for himself to solve problems.]
-I'm dumb.
[He's only clumsy when it suits him. Didn't he say he was usually very handy in life?] "People are very convenient, aren't they? So what do you think?”
[With great power, even if you are not a Master, comes arrogance. However, he is human and I like him. It's nice to feel the pain once, but with Ideal by your side, that should be difficult. ---Alone…]
-Alone?
[It’s nothing.]
"Say it to the end, I'm curious."
[As the Master will be confused, I will tell him when I have a firm backing. But more importantly, are there no preparations to rescue Louise?]
Oh, that’s true.
-Yes it's correct. I'll prepare for that. Oh, Marie, go find the five idiots.
"Okay, but what do you want them to do now?"
-... Something funny.
When I said that with my best smile, Marie made a face that she didn't understand. ◇
Lelia ran out of Marie's mansion and was lying face down in the back seat of the car Ideal had prepared for her.
The automatic car was heading home.
Ideal, who was in the driver's seat, was comforting Lelia.
[Lelia-sama, don't worry too much about that. They don't understand how much you think of Noelle-sama.]
Hearing Ideal's words, Lelia agreed with it.
-Yes. Nobody understands it. No one knows ... how much I've been thinking about my sister.
Lelia remembered her previous life.

Lelia also had an older sister in her previous life.
An older sister who was better than her, was not a proud older sister, but one that she was always compared to.
"Why can't you do as well as your sister?"
"You're very bad at this. Your sister could have done this when she was your age.” Her parents always compared her to her sister.
The same was at school.
When she confessed her feelings to a boy she liked, he rejected her and then said "Oh, can you introduce me to your sister sometime?"
In her previous life, Lelia had an older sister who was an obstacle for her. When Lelia grew up, she had a fiancé.
He was a young man whose family owned a company, and he was the next president of it. He was not a serious man, but he was still an attractive and funny person.
And for Lelia in her previous life, she was proud of him.
I can beat my sister. I can beat my sister!
At the time it was clear that her fiancé was better than the boyfriend her sister was dating.
And so it was that she took her fiancé to her parents' house, as if to shake off the resentment she had been feeling.
At first her family was happy saying: "If you are fine with this daughter."
But within months, her own fiancé was dating her sister.
In her previous life, Lelia did not understand what had happened.
When she asked her fiancé why he did that, he didn't seem offended by answering her. -I'm sorry. But I get along better with your sister.
And her sister's response was even worse.
-I'm sorry. But ... I'm sure you'll find someone much better. So, you will congratulate us, right?
Lelia still remembered her sister laughing at her as she apologized.
She hated her sister.
She protested to her family, but her parents disagreed ...
"He wasn't suitable for you."
"You deserve more than that." “You need to find someone else.”
They didn't care.
From there, in her previous life, Lelia cut ties with her family.
Due to this experience, Lelia couldn't help but hate her sister.

In the back seat he remembered his sister from his previous life, which later overlapped with her sister in this life ... Noelle.
Lelia didn't like the idea of ​​being the older sister.
She will be treated like an extra from her sister, no matter how far she goes.
"... I even took him." I chose a boring and simple boy who I had to put up with, so why couldn't he function the way I wanted?
Lelia was mad at Noelle for not getting her way.
Although she had chosen Emile out of her own patience, Noelle didn't even look at the other boys to attack.
Of all the boys, she chose Leon, a reincarnate just like Lelia.
"She and my older sister are the same." She is taking everything from me. She was also chosen as the priestess. I was born in the same Lespinasse house, but they didn't even give me the requirements.
Lelia was envious of Noelle, the heroine of this world.
She was reincarnated as her twin sister and had the expectation that maybe she could be a priestess.
However, that expectation was soon shattered.
Her parents from this world spoke to her.
They told her that she did not have the qualities of a priestess.
It was then that Lelia realized it.
No matter how far I go, I'm just an extra to my sister. I thought I would live modestly this time. Why do you get in my way?
She was mad at Noelle for not getting her way and she was also mad at Leon and his friends for helping Noelle with that.
They are also reincarnated, but they chose to help Noelle rather than themselves.
"In the end, everyone chooses my sister." Anyway, I'm just an extra to my sister. But even I am stubborn.
Ideal's red lens gleamed suspiciously as he glanced in the rearview mirror at Lelia, who was lying down in the back seat.
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2020.11.30 11:58 scribbl-plink Continuing my novelisation of the Dream SMP, Vive la Révolution: Chapter 13 Be All or End All

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Be All or End All:

“Stay the fuck away!” Quackity warned. Tommy aimed his bow, face set, while Will laughed behind them.
Tommy fought the urge to roll his eyes. What on earth’s he laughing about now?
“Stay the fuck away!”
“Gentlemen! May I-”
“Yes! This is brilliant!”
“-take a word for one minute.” Fundy finished.
Tommy ducked his head to the left. “Well, can you stand away from the buttons? Not that they’re… They’re decoration!”
“Stand on the path,” Quackity said.
“Stand on the path, stand on the path.”

Fundy complied, in no hurry. The ambitious light Tommy so often saw from him was gone, replaced by a casual confidence that didn’t quite fit. What’s he doing down here?
Will picked up on it, too. “He’s a fox with nothin’ to lose, look at him!”

Tommy cracked a smirk. Various memories surfaced: Fundy perpetually wearing the fox ears his mother made him before she left; Will attempting to remove them at various ceremonies and failing; chortling when Fundy had reappeared after a day-long absence, age thirteen, unable to cope with the dilemma of growing out of the headband and thus sewing the ears onto the hood of his jumper. Tommy spied them as Fundy turned onto the path, and his smirk grew.

Tommy redrew his bow at him, standing on the elevated path. “What do you-”
“Gentlemen!” Fundy took a step forward as if his life wasn’t a finger twitch away. “I would say, so far, this has been a really fine evening. Right? I would say this has been a really-” Tommy looked sideward at an amused Will. “-really great evening. And what a fine evening for some good old double crossing, huh?”

Quackity’s frown hesitated on Tommy’s peripherals, echoing his own.
“Now, let me just say, I would say I haven’t been completely vocal about my actions- I haven’t really spoken about this to anyone, actually. But I must say: there’s no better time to speak than now.”
A shuffle above them drew all three pairs of eyes as Will sat, legs dangling over the edge of the platform, watching the one-sided conversation. Fundy addressed him.
“Will, I might have something for you that may lighten up the mood a little bit.” He tucked his hands into his hoodie pockets.
Will shrugged him off. “Oh, don’t include me, I’m just watchin’ the show,” he said nonchalantly.
“No, we’re ok,” Tommy asserted. “We’re ok, furboy.
Fundy shot him a familiar look that was thrown, tossed, many times before.
Will frowned suddenly. “Wait-”
“Yeah!” Quackity goaded.
“Yeah, traitor!”
“Wait- no, no, no, I wanna hear- Fundy, you have something that will help us? I thought you were just gonna give me something, I don’t want what you’ve got to give me, I just-”
“I…” Fundy raised his voice. “have been documenting-” (Wh- huh?) “every single step- every single action that Schlatt has taken-” (Hold on-) “since he set his foul feet onto that goddamn podium, alright?”

“Are you tryna blackmail us?” Quackity asked, incredulous.
“Now if you wouldn’t mind… if you would lend me another word for another minute…” Fundy raised his eyebrows in annoyance at Quackity. “You see, I got information that just might help Pogtopia to victory without any major precautions, alright? These buttons- we don’t need all of that. Schlatt-”
“Can you stop fuckin’- please!” Tommy looked pointedly at Will, who had turned to the wall and, bored, was pressing all the buttons one by one.
Quackity threw his hands up. “Oh, stop it, man!”
“You’re givin’ me the shakes!”
“Stop it!”
“Wait, Fundy, before you carry on...” Will rested an arm on a propped up leg, glancing down at him. “Did you put these buttons here?”

Fundy gave no sign of acknowledgement outside of his stare. He turned to look forward again. “Schlatt-”
“Oh, you’re fucking dead.” Tommy stepped in front of him, axe in hand.
“-is not as powerful-”
“Did you put these buttons here?” Tommy said.
Still he refused to answer: an answer in itself. “Schlatt-”
Will guffawed. Tommy turned to laugh with Quackity. “Big Q, he put the buttons-”
“He put the buttons! Is this a fuckin’ joke?” The former Vice President stood staring. “Is this a prank?”
Fundy ignored him. “You see, Schlatt isn’t as powerful as he portrays himself to be.”
The two continued to cut him off until Will leaned down, the light from a nearby lantern illuminating his face. “Wait, stop. Let ‘em speak, I wanna hear the furboy talk!”
“He’s like a broken record, for Christ’s sake!” Quackity snorted with Tommy.
“Listen, gentlemen…” he sighed, his confidence draining slowly. “Schlatt isn’t as powerful as he makes out to be. In fact, he is the polar opposite.”
Tommy made a face to himself. What does that mean??
“And I have proof.”

From the small, flat bag strapped onto his bag, Fundy retrieved a leather-bound notebook, roughly cut pages sticking out from the edges.
“In my hand, I have a little diary, and I’m gonna save you guys some fucking time.” After a moment’s pause he looked up again. “Actually, Will- would you mind… reading this for me?”
Tommy smirked at him again. “What, do you not have eyes, bro? How are your eyes?”
“Please read from page fifteen and onwards,” he advised his father.
“Page fifteen?!” Will flipped through the book. “A Spy’s Diary, written by an anonymous author.” He flipped through some more. “There are twenty fucking pages of this, holy-
“What does it say, Will?” Quackity gestured at the book.
“It’s just-” Will’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Fundy, did you do this?”
He paused. An indistinguishable expression drew his features tighter for a moment as one hand unconsciously fingered the right ear on his hood. “I have. Listen to me- read from page fifteen.”
Will took a breath.

The following is confidential information. If you are caught in possession of this diary, an immediate execution may result by authority. Schlatt has a severe addiction to alcohol and cigarettes to suppress his aching body. He is unwilling to get it checked due to his pride. If the symptoms progress, he may suffer fatal consequences. Schlatt is incapable of swimming; under further inspection, it seems to be a form of muscle atrophy. He uses protein supplements to regain a viable level of strength. He seems to get weaker by the day. Schlatt is surprisingly unaware of the concerns and state of Manburg; he is unaware of how in reality, he stands alone. Schlatt has no power- his entire stand is a facade. In fact, he is at his weakest point as we speak.

“I fucking knew it!” Quackity exclaimed. “Oh my god… What do you want from this-?”
“No no, wait: what do you mean ‘What do you want from this’?” Will said. “Don’t you see?”
Movement caught Tommy’s attention out of the corner of his eye, and his limbs jerked in surprise as Bad stood just off to the side, listening with a puzzled expression on his face. His black and red hood was pulled up over his face, making him look more dangerous than he really was.
“I’m glad you’re here, BBH! You’re here to prove a point, but Fundy…” Will turned away from Bad and back down to his son from the platform. “You were the only person I thought was on Schlatt’s team.”
Fundy took a hesitant step back and ran a hand through his reddish-brown hair. “Well… Schlatt thinks the same.”
“Wait, can I read this diary?” Tommy interjected.
Fundy ignored him. Will’s face had brightened, in an odd, disturbing way. “Is Schlatt- does he have anyone on his side?!”
“Schlatt is, as spoken,” Fundy confirmed. “literally on his own.”
Tommy stared at him and then at Bad, who still lurked a little ways off watching the meeting, as Fundy continued. “He has no-one behind his side; all of the left alone citizens that are still there are concerned about his behaviour-”
“Fundy, are you on our side?”
“-Schlatt is literally at his weakest point.”
“Are you really not a bitch?” He fought the urge to laugh at how strange it all was. Fundy glared at him.
“He didn’t say no…” Quackity’s eyes twinkled with mischief. As Tommy glanced over, he spotted Bad again, who had crept closer under Will’s platform to listen in. Tommy tossed an arrow at him like a javelin half-heartedly and watched it ting off his armour, and his naive shock. Will hopped quickly down the stairs to his defense.
“No, no, no- let him stay, let him stay!”
Tommy threw up his hands at them. “He’s just stood ‘ere!” Why is everyone turning up out of nowhere?! For God’s sake-
“Do you know why BBH is here? It’s because everyone’s on our side, Tommy!” Will said. That light was still lingering, growing stronger, even. Tommy shuffled a little.
Probably never left, he thought grimly.
“Literally everyone’s on our side!”
“Even, even-” Tommy looked back at Fundy, wariness pooling in his eyes. “Can I read the diary-”
“Remember when it was just me and you?” Being underground didn’t help the mounting pressure Tommy felt from Will, both figuratively and literally.
“Oh, I do remember!” He said.
“Do you remember when it was just me and you-”
“And now it’s all shit.”
“-and now it’s just everyone. What I’m trying to say is…” He cocked his head slightly, messing through his grown-out fringe that continued to block his view. He didn’t seem to care.

“Fundy, I despise you.”

The prodigal didn’t move, didn’t say a word. He froze, looking upward; his eyes became thinner and his jaw twitched. The great fog of distance, then a hint of something denser (smoke?) crept increasingly into his face as Will went on.
“You were my son, and you just… betrayed me-?”
Fundy broke. “For a second there, I thought that sentence was finished.”
“I have nothing to say to you,” Will dismissed him. “But, what I do have to say is… Do you not see, Tommy?”
The pressure continued to climb, bearing down on his shoulders.
“If we blow up L’Manburg now, only Schlatt will be affected!”

A few seconds ticked by as Tommy realised they were back to square one again- they’d lapped themselves.

“It’s brilliant!”
Quackity looked up at him gradually. “No. No, no…”
“Wait, Big Q, listen to me!” He stretched out both arms. This could work, just- “Listen to me. Will… I’d say... you’re almost right! We can reclaim Manburg now! We can reclaim L Manburg, he doesn’t even have any fucking army that’s gonna attack us if we go- what the fuck’s he gonna do if we-”
“We can blow it up.”
Tommy shot a look upwards. “No, we don’t need to blow it up. If we just show up, we can reclaim it!” Tommy clapped his hands above his head. “We can reclaim it!”
Quackity dragged both hands over his face, eyes wide. “Holy shit…”
“Reclaiming would work.” Fundy said in the background.
“But listen to me, we don’t have to blow it up anymore! We can reclaim it. Big Q.” Tommy stepped toward him. “If we get organise all of our boys… because Schlatt has no more men to his side, he’s a fuckin’ alcoholic! We just go and give ‘em a nudge and then he’ll fall apart. That’s all we need to do. We just go and we take shit, we-”
Quackity grinned at him. “Yeah, yeah! And then things will be back to normal?”
“Then things will be back to normal!” Tommy urged. He could already imagine it: Will as President, him as Vice… it would be as if nothing had ever happened- as if Schlatt had never happened.
“Y’know what, Will?” Quackity crossed his arms, craning his neck to look up at him. “When I ran as President, I wasn’t trying to take power away from you, I was just trying to give… a better life to Manburg. But honestly? Shit got outta control, George fell asleep…”
Tommy laughed. “Twice!”
“Sleepy Gogy is what we call ‘em,” Will smirked.
“But listen, I-”
Quackity went silent. Tommy turned to look where his gaze had locked and his heart sank, in that strange way when you’re afraid of something you don’t know how to avoid.
Ok, he wasn’t afraid. Just… apprehensive.

Dream came up just behind Bad, making the shadowy and, by comparison, all together unthreatening figure jump. As was his habit, his vaguely glowing axe hung loosely in one hand, the head almost touching the ground. Each armour piece seemed to be made up of many small and overlapping pieces of netherite, like scales connected in a flexible and, as was Tommy’s experience, effective barrier. Visible underneath were leggings and a matching long-sleeved shirt (less like a shirt and more like a kind of… skin...), dyed a deep, mottled green and bleached off-white at his joints and hands. Dream had ditched his helmet for his hood, which now framed a simple white mask with unnaturally angular eye holes. In one fluid, habitual motion, Dream adjusted the mask strap with both index fingers behind his ears.
“JSchlatt gave me something,” he said.
“Oh, I’m loving this,” Will said, ignoring him. One faded brown coat sleeve gestured down to Tommy, Quackity and Fundy. “I know you all have vested interest, I’m just havin’ a good time.”
“Yeah, I’m actually not.” Tommy glanced up at him. “I kind of just want to go back and be in L’Manburg.”
“Well, we can’t attack L’Manburg today,” Will said, still completely ignoring Dream. “We need-”
Tommy nodded. “Well, if we organise-”
“Hello.” Like calloused fingers around a burning wick, Dream interrupted them.
“What do you mean ‘Schlatt gave me something’?” Quackity demanded.
Tommy backed him up. “What did he give you?”
“Uh…”
“Disease?”
“I can’t say what he gave me… but he gave me something that means I will have to…” He paused, uncharacteristically awkward. “defend…”
“He gave you disease, didn’t he…”
“...Manburg.” He finished.
“What?” The edges of Quackity’s mouth curved up while his brows creased downward. “What, what did he give you? Why do you have to defend Manburg, now?”

He shifted uneasily, making Tommy uneasy. What kind of quote un quote ‘emblem of chaos’ felt bad for switching sides? He began pacing.
“Well...I can’t say what he gave me,” Dream repeated.
“He’s such a little anti-hero,” Will half-teased to himself. The words floated down from his vantage point like the director's notes.

It was distinctly annoying.

Dream shifted again, settling into a more relaxed tone and tilting his head slightly. “I mean, you can blow it up if you want, I don’t care about that.”
“Alright.” Will clapped his hands immediately. “Awesome. So the plan is to-”
“No no no no...” Fundy protested.
“Wait, wait- Dream.” Tommy put his hands out. “Dream, my friend…”
“We’re so lost here,” Quackity interrupted. “What do you mean by this?”
“What did he give you?”
“It-”
“What could he have given you?”
“-was just an agreement.”
Could he be any more vague? Jesus- “What was the agreement?”
Tommy didn’t need to see his face- he heard the frown. “He gave me his signature on an agreement. Saying any more would give away too much-”
“Why don’t you just-”
“-of his plan.”
“-give away lots?”
Will started sniffing in quiet laughter again.
“‘Cause then I’d know.”
“No no no, Tommy,” Will flapped a hand at him.”No, it’s fine, it’s fine, look: I see the thing. Dream’s a little bit of a Technoblade character; Dream just wants to be on the side of the rebellion, right?”
Tommy watched Will suddenly climb down to talk in front of him. A vague sense of deja vu clouded things; Dream fuzzy in the background, and the only thing between him and Will’s unhinged eyes being his unruly hair.
“And now that we’re the dominant force, technically… Isn’t that right, wouldn’t you say so, Dream? You just wanna be on the other side, you just wanna be on the other team?”
Dream ran a finger under the strap again. “Uhh… I wouldn’t say that. I mean… I would say my interest is in myself, and I have… been given something that is more powerful to me than friendship, I’d say.”
Fundy whipped up from where he was staring at the ground. “Wait-”
“There’s nothing more powerful than friendship, Dream!” Will lilted. “Don’t be silly!”
“What’s more powerful than friendship?” Tommy said, still confused. I really don’t even know what Will thinks anymore… “Money? Women? Hostages?”
“Look, essentially, you can defend Manburg, Dream.” Will turned his back to Tommy, addressing Dream. “I still think… what’s the crew? BBH, Fundy, Pink, Big Q, Tommy, me- uh, you got… you got Niki, you got Technoblade-”
“Our combined IQ is higher than yours!” Tommy said through Will’s shoulder. “Ok, boys, what we need... Dream, you’re not on our side, are you? What’s even your deal, you’re just here for… for… y’know?”
Dream’s shoulders crinkled with laughter. “Schlatt agreed to something that neither you nor Will could agree to.”
“What, was it friendship?”
“I can’t say, I can’t say.”
“Tommy, he doesn’t want to say!” Will’s coat hung limp as he clambered back up to stand on the platform, still engulfed in shadows. “You’re being rude!”
He rolled his eyes. “We’re literally tryna’ start a rebellion, here… I think we’re past manners.”
“We’re doing a polite rebellion.”
“I didn’t think manners mattered ever since you rigged those bombs underneath JSchlatt’s house, but…”
Dream interrupted again. “I’m just letting you know, that’s all.”
“Well, this is the thing, right, this is the thing. So I was thinking… Dream, let’s do this like a gentlemen’s duel, then! Instead of doing a bit of a dirty war we’re planning at the moment, how about we just do it gentlemenly- like we pick a date, we pick a time and we have a war, and if it all goes wrong then I blow the bomb!”

“Well, it won’t go wrong,” Tommy said decidedly.
“Does that sound good, Dream?”
“I am fine with whatever,” the mask said.
“Brilliant!”
“I am fine with whatever Will wants.”
“What about the sixteenth of November?”
“Wait, what the fuck? No, ok, Big Q-” He looked at his comrade. “We need to prepare, we need to get netherite and shit.”
Quackity stood still, shaking his head. “Are we going to war?
Are we going to war?” Tommy repeated. They both looked at Will.
“Sixteenth of November.” Will nodded.
Tommy then turned to Fundy. “Ten days to get armour, Fundy.”
“And that’s the be all or end all!” Will moved yet again, now standing a little away on the path. “Either we take back Manburg, and Dream, you fight us as much as you want for Manburg, or, on the other side, we blow it all up! That’s the end all, that’s where it ends. It ends on the sixteenth; we have to end it.”

The motley group eyed each other with varying degrees of trust, or lack thereof.
One in particular.
Tommy spoke.
“Fundy, are you really just joining us? You too, Badboyhalo.”
Fundy didn’t seem to notice. His gaze was burning holes in that dark umber coat, but it’s owner was watching Tommy instead with a skeptical smile.
“Can we count on you?” Quackity asked.
Both ginger ears quivered suddenly. “Yes. You can.”
“Fundy, can I read that little diary of yours?”
The reply was lost under Dream’s interjection. “I’m just letting you know in advance, just so that you know what you’re getting into- because I will have to provide Schlatt with the resources he needs, meaning netherite, enchanted armour…”
The thought of the same, one-of-a-kind armour that Dream had on Schlatt disgusted Tommy. “You don’t have to, though…”
“I’ll just say…” He paused; down came the hood, and off slid the mask. The last time any of them had seen Dream was so long ago, Tommy almost gasped, he was so surprised. Eyes that matched his clothes pierced through Will. “you may have traitors in your ranks.”
“Who?”
“What?”
“Can you tell us, please?
“I’ll say that the traitor in your ranks will be even more surprising than Eret.” Smugness lined Dream’s expression. “You won’t see it coming, and it may ruin your whole plan, so… just- be wary.”
“Well, it’s not me.”
“Don’t worry, I’m always weary,” Will assured him, mishearing.
Quackity eyed Fundy. “I just…”
He received a look in kind. “I wrote a twenty page document- do you really think I did that for fun?”
“Yeah, you did!” Quackity replied.
“Look, if I were the traitor,” Will said. “I think you’d probably have figured it out, because I’ve already said I wanna blow everything up, I don’t know how I could traitor it more…”

Quietly, Tommy heard Dream chuckling.
“Unless I blow Pogtopia up.”

“So we’re having…” Tommy groped for words. “The real deal, on the sixteenth; we’ve gotta prepare then, boys, we’ve gotta- If you’ve said you’re giving Schlatt full netherite, then we’ve gotta- shit.
“Hey, Dream, I think Schlatt disconnected my TNT, do you think you can give me some more?” Will said.
“Probably not TNT, but I do have gunpowder…” he replied.

“So it’s official.” Quackity said apprehensively. “We’re going to war. Is this what’s happening?”
“Yeah.”
“I hope so,” Will laughed.

“Fuck, man…” Quackity blew out his cheeks. The ravine was quiet for the first time, buzzing with thought and deceit.

“We won’t lose!” Tommy muttered. “And if we do, then…”


“I don’t know what I’ll do.”
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2020.11.30 11:57 scribbl-plink Continuing my novelisation of the Dream SMP, Vive la Révolution: Chapter 13 Be All or End All

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Be All or End All:

“Stay the fuck away!” Quackity warned. Tommy aimed his bow, face set, while Will laughed behind them.
Tommy fought the urge to roll his eyes. What on earth’s he laughing about now?
“Stay the fuck away!”
“Gentlemen! May I-”
“Yes! This is brilliant!”
“-take a word for one minute.” Fundy finished.
Tommy ducked his head to the left. “Well, can you stand away from the buttons? Not that they’re… They’re decoration!”
“Stand on the path,” Quackity said.
“Stand on the path, stand on the path.”

Fundy complied, in no hurry. The ambitious light Tommy so often saw from him was gone, replaced by a casual confidence that didn’t quite fit. What’s he doing down here?
Will picked up on it, too. “He’s a fox with nothin’ to lose, look at him!”

Tommy cracked a smirk. Various memories surfaced: Fundy perpetually wearing the fox ears his mother made him before she left; Will attempting to remove them at various ceremonies and failing; chortling when Fundy had reappeared after a day-long absence, age thirteen, unable to cope with the dilemma of growing out of the headband and thus sewing the ears onto the hood of his jumper. Tommy spied them as Fundy turned onto the path, and his smirk grew.

Tommy redrew his bow at him, standing on the elevated path. “What do you-”
“Gentlemen!” Fundy took a step forward as if his life wasn’t a finger twitch away. “I would say, so far, this has been a really fine evening. Right? I would say this has been a really-” Tommy looked sideward at an amused Will. “-really great evening. And what a fine evening for some good old double crossing, huh?”

Quackity’s frown hesitated on Tommy’s peripherals, echoing his own.
“Now, let me just say, I would say I haven’t been completely vocal about my actions- I haven’t really spoken about this to anyone, actually. But I must say: there’s no better time to speak than now.”
A shuffle above them drew all three pairs of eyes as Will sat, legs dangling over the edge of the platform, watching the one-sided conversation. Fundy addressed him.
“Will, I might have something for you that may lighten up the mood a little bit.” He tucked his hands into his hoodie pockets.
Will shrugged him off. “Oh, don’t include me, I’m just watchin’ the show,” he said nonchalantly.
“No, we’re ok,” Tommy asserted. “We’re ok, furboy.
Fundy shot him a familiar look that was thrown, tossed, many times before.
Will frowned suddenly. “Wait-”
“Yeah!” Quackity goaded.
“Yeah, traitor!”
“Wait- no, no, no, I wanna hear- Fundy, you have something that will help us? I thought you were just gonna give me something, I don’t want what you’ve got to give me, I just-”
“I…” Fundy raised his voice. “have been documenting-” (Wh- huh?) “every single step- every single action that Schlatt has taken-” (Hold on-) “since he set his foul feet onto that goddamn podium, alright?”

“Are you tryna blackmail us?” Quackity asked, incredulous.
“Now if you wouldn’t mind… if you would lend me another word for another minute…” Fundy raised his eyebrows in annoyance at Quackity. “You see, I got information that just might help Pogtopia to victory without any major precautions, alright? These buttons- we don’t need all of that. Schlatt-”
“Can you stop fuckin’- please!” Tommy looked pointedly at Will, who had turned to the wall and, bored, was pressing all the buttons one by one.
Quackity threw his hands up. “Oh, stop it, man!”
“You’re givin’ me the shakes!”
“Stop it!”
“Wait, Fundy, before you carry on...” Will rested an arm on a propped up leg, glancing down at him. “Did you put these buttons here?”

Fundy gave no sign of acknowledgement outside of his stare. He turned to look forward again. “Schlatt-”
“Oh, you’re fucking dead.” Tommy stepped in front of him, axe in hand.
“-is not as powerful-”
“Did you put these buttons here?” Tommy said.
Still he refused to answer: an answer in itself. “Schlatt-”
Will guffawed. Tommy turned to laugh with Quackity. “Big Q, he put the buttons-”
“He put the buttons! Is this a fuckin’ joke?” The former Vice President stood staring. “Is this a prank?”
Fundy ignored him. “You see, Schlatt isn’t as powerful as he portrays himself to be.”
The two continued to cut him off until Will leaned down, the light from a nearby lantern illuminating his face. “Wait, stop. Let ‘em speak, I wanna hear the furboy talk!”
“He’s like a broken record, for Christ’s sake!” Quackity snorted with Tommy.
“Listen, gentlemen…” he sighed, his confidence draining slowly. “Schlatt isn’t as powerful as he makes out to be. In fact, he is the polar opposite.”
Tommy made a face to himself. What does that mean??
“And I have proof.”

From the small, flat bag strapped onto his bag, Fundy retrieved a leather-bound notebook, roughly cut pages sticking out from the edges.
“In my hand, I have a little diary, and I’m gonna save you guys some fucking time.” After a moment’s pause he looked up again. “Actually, Will- would you mind… reading this for me?”
Tommy smirked at him again. “What, do you not have eyes, bro? How are your eyes?”
“Please read from page fifteen and onwards,” he advised his father.
“Page fifteen?!” Will flipped through the book. “A Spy’s Diary, written by an anonymous author.” He flipped through some more. “There are twenty fucking pages of this, holy-
“What does it say, Will?” Quackity gestured at the book.
“It’s just-” Will’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Fundy, did you do this?”
He paused. An indistinguishable expression drew his features tighter for a moment as one hand unconsciously fingered the right ear on his hood. “I have. Listen to me- read from page fifteen.”
Will took a breath.

The following is confidential information. If you are caught in possession of this diary, an immediate execution may result by authority. Schlatt has a severe addiction to alcohol and cigarettes to suppress his aching body. He is unwilling to get it checked due to his pride. If the symptoms progress, he may suffer fatal consequences. Schlatt is incapable of swimming; under further inspection, it seems to be a form of muscle atrophy. He uses protein supplements to regain a viable level of strength. He seems to get weaker by the day. Schlatt is surprisingly unaware of the concerns and state of Manburg; he is unaware of how in reality, he stands alone. Schlatt has no power- his entire stand is a facade. In fact, he is at his weakest point as we speak.

“I fucking knew it!” Quackity exclaimed. “Oh my god… What do you want from this-?”
“No no, wait: what do you mean ‘What do you want from this’?” Will said. “Don’t you see?”
Movement caught Tommy’s attention out of the corner of his eye, and his limbs jerked in surprise as Bad stood just off to the side, listening with a puzzled expression on his face. His black and red hood was pulled up over his face, making him look more dangerous than he really was.
“I’m glad you’re here, BBH! You’re here to prove a point, but Fundy…” Will turned away from Bad and back down to his son from the platform. “You were the only person I thought was on Schlatt’s team.”
Fundy took a hesitant step back and ran a hand through his reddish-brown hair. “Well… Schlatt thinks the same.”
“Wait, can I read this diary?” Tommy interjected.
Fundy ignored him. Will’s face had brightened, in an odd, disturbing way. “Is Schlatt- does he have anyone on his side?!”
“Schlatt is, as spoken,” Fundy confirmed. “literally on his own.”
Tommy stared at him and then at Bad, who still lurked a little ways off watching the meeting, as Fundy continued. “He has no-one behind his side; all of the left alone citizens that are still there are concerned about his behaviour-”
“Fundy, are you on our side?”
“-Schlatt is literally at his weakest point.”
“Are you really not a bitch?” He fought the urge to laugh at how strange it all was. Fundy glared at him.
“He didn’t say no…” Quackity’s eyes twinkled with mischief. As Tommy glanced over, he spotted Bad again, who had crept closer under Will’s platform to listen in. Tommy tossed an arrow at him like a javelin half-heartedly and watched it ting off his armour, and his naive shock. Will hopped quickly down the stairs to his defense.
“No, no, no- let him stay, let him stay!”
Tommy threw up his hands at them. “He’s just stood ‘ere!” Why is everyone turning up out of nowhere?! For God’s sake-
“Do you know why BBH is here? It’s because everyone’s on our side, Tommy!” Will said. That light was still lingering, growing stronger, even. Tommy shuffled a little.
Probably never left, he thought grimly.
“Literally everyone’s on our side!”
“Even, even-” Tommy looked back at Fundy, wariness pooling in his eyes. “Can I read the diary-”
“Remember when it was just me and you?” Being underground didn’t help the mounting pressure Tommy felt from Will, both figuratively and literally.
“Oh, I do remember!” He said.
“Do you remember when it was just me and you-”
“And now it’s all shit.”
“-and now it’s just everyone. What I’m trying to say is…” He cocked his head slightly, messing through his grown-out fringe that continued to block his view. He didn’t seem to care.

“Fundy, I despise you.”

The prodigal didn’t move, didn’t say a word. He froze, looking upward; his eyes became thinner and his jaw twitched. The great fog of distance, then a hint of something denser (smoke?) crept increasingly into his face as Will went on.
“You were my son, and you just… betrayed me-?”
Fundy broke. “For a second there, I thought that sentence was finished.”
“I have nothing to say to you,” Will dismissed him. “But, what I do have to say is… Do you not see, Tommy?”
The pressure continued to climb, bearing down on his shoulders.
“If we blow up L’Manburg now, only Schlatt will be affected!”

A few seconds ticked by as Tommy realised they were back to square one again- they’d lapped themselves.

“It’s brilliant!”
Quackity looked up at him gradually. “No. No, no…”
“Wait, Big Q, listen to me!” He stretched out both arms. This could work, just- “Listen to me. Will… I’d say... you’re almost right! We can reclaim Manburg now! We can reclaim L Manburg, he doesn’t even have any fucking army that’s gonna attack us if we go- what the fuck’s he gonna do if we-”
“We can blow it up.”
Tommy shot a look upwards. “No, we don’t need to blow it up. If we just show up, we can reclaim it!” Tommy clapped his hands above his head. “We can reclaim it!”
Quackity dragged both hands over his face, eyes wide. “Holy shit…”
“Reclaiming would work.” Fundy said in the background.
“But listen to me, we don’t have to blow it up anymore! We can reclaim it. Big Q.” Tommy stepped toward him. “If we get organise all of our boys… because Schlatt has no more men to his side, he’s a fuckin’ alcoholic! We just go and give ‘em a nudge and then he’ll fall apart. That’s all we need to do. We just go and we take shit, we-”
Quackity grinned at him. “Yeah, yeah! And then things will be back to normal?”
“Then things will be back to normal!” Tommy urged. He could already imagine it: Will as President, him as Vice… it would be as if nothing had ever happened- as if Schlatt had never happened.
“Y’know what, Will?” Quackity crossed his arms, craning his neck to look up at him. “When I ran as President, I wasn’t trying to take power away from you, I was just trying to give… a better life to Manburg. But honestly? Shit got outta control, George fell asleep…”
Tommy laughed. “Twice!”
“Sleepy Gogy is what we call ‘em,” Will smirked.
“But listen, I-”
Quackity went silent. Tommy turned to look where his gaze had locked and his heart sank, in that strange way when you’re afraid of something you don’t know how to avoid.
Ok, he wasn’t afraid. Just… apprehensive.

Dream came up just behind Bad, making the shadowy and, by comparison, all together unthreatening figure jump. As was his habit, his vaguely glowing axe hung loosely in one hand, the head almost touching the ground. Each armour piece seemed to be made up of many small and overlapping pieces of netherite, like scales connected in a flexible and, as was Tommy’s experience, effective barrier. Visible underneath were leggings and a matching long-sleeved shirt (less like a shirt and more like a kind of… skin...), dyed a deep, mottled green and bleached off-white at his joints and hands. Dream had ditched his helmet for his hood, which now framed a simple white mask with unnaturally angular eye holes. In one fluid, habitual motion, Dream adjusted the mask strap with both index fingers behind his ears.
“JSchlatt gave me something,” he said.
“Oh, I’m loving this,” Will said, ignoring him. One faded brown coat sleeve gestured down to Tommy, Quackity and Fundy. “I know you all have vested interest, I’m just havin’ a good time.”
“Yeah, I’m actually not.” Tommy glanced up at him. “I kind of just want to go back and be in L’Manburg.”
“Well, we can’t attack L’Manburg today,” Will said, still completely ignoring Dream. “We need-”
Tommy nodded. “Well, if we organise-”
“Hello.” Like calloused fingers around a burning wick, Dream interrupted them.
“What do you mean ‘Schlatt gave me something’?” Quackity demanded.
Tommy backed him up. “What did he give you?”
“Uh…”
“Disease?”
“I can’t say what he gave me… but he gave me something that means I will have to…” He paused, uncharacteristically awkward. “defend…”
“He gave you disease, didn’t he…”
“...Manburg.” He finished.
“What?” The edges of Quackity’s mouth curved up while his brows creased downward. “What, what did he give you? Why do you have to defend Manburg, now?”

He shifted uneasily, making Tommy uneasy. What kind of quote un quote ‘emblem of chaos’ felt bad for switching sides? He began pacing.
“Well...I can’t say what he gave me,” Dream repeated.
“He’s such a little anti-hero,” Will half-teased to himself. The words floated down from his vantage point like the director's notes.

It was distinctly annoying.

Dream shifted again, settling into a more relaxed tone and tilting his head slightly. “I mean, you can blow it up if you want, I don’t care about that.”
“Alright.” Will clapped his hands immediately. “Awesome. So the plan is to-”
“No no no no...” Fundy protested.
“Wait, wait- Dream.” Tommy put his hands out. “Dream, my friend…”
“We’re so lost here,” Quackity interrupted. “What do you mean by this?”
“What did he give you?”
“It-”
“What could he have given you?”
“-was just an agreement.”
Could he be any more vague? Jesus- “What was the agreement?”
Tommy didn’t need to see his face- he heard the frown. “He gave me his signature on an agreement. Saying any more would give away too much-”
“Why don’t you just-”
“-of his plan.”
“-give away lots?”
Will started sniffing in quiet laughter again.
“‘Cause then I’d know.”
“No no no, Tommy,” Will flapped a hand at him.”No, it’s fine, it’s fine, look: I see the thing. Dream’s a little bit of a Technoblade character; Dream just wants to be on the side of the rebellion, right?”
Tommy watched Will suddenly climb down to talk in front of him. A vague sense of deja vu clouded things; Dream fuzzy in the background, and the only thing between him and Will’s unhinged eyes being his unruly hair.
“And now that we’re the dominant force, technically… Isn’t that right, wouldn’t you say so, Dream? You just wanna be on the other side, you just wanna be on the other team?”
Dream ran a finger under the strap again. “Uhh… I wouldn’t say that. I mean… I would say my interest is in myself, and I have… been given something that is more powerful to me than friendship, I’d say.”
Fundy whipped up from where he was staring at the ground. “Wait-”
“There’s nothing more powerful than friendship, Dream!” Will lilted. “Don’t be silly!”
“What’s more powerful than friendship?” Tommy said, still confused. I really don’t even know what Will thinks anymore… “Money? Women? Hostages?”
“Look, essentially, you can defend Manburg, Dream.” Will turned his back to Tommy, addressing Dream. “I still think… what’s the crew? BBH, Fundy, Pink, Big Q, Tommy, me- uh, you got… you got Niki, you got Technoblade-”
“Our combined IQ is higher than yours!” Tommy said through Will’s shoulder. “Ok, boys, what we need... Dream, you’re not on our side, are you? What’s even your deal, you’re just here for… for… y’know?”
Dream’s shoulders crinkled with laughter. “Schlatt agreed to something that neither you nor Will could agree to.”
“What, was it friendship?”
“I can’t say, I can’t say.”
“Tommy, he doesn’t want to say!” Will’s coat hung limp as he clambered back up to stand on the platform, still engulfed in shadows. “You’re being rude!”
He rolled his eyes. “We’re literally tryna’ start a rebellion, here… I think we’re past manners.”
“We’re doing a polite rebellion.”
“I didn’t think manners mattered ever since you rigged those bombs underneath JSchlatt’s house, but…”
Dream interrupted again. “I’m just letting you know, that’s all.”
“Well, this is the thing, right, this is the thing. So I was thinking… Dream, let’s do this like a gentlemen’s duel, then! Instead of doing a bit of a dirty war we’re planning at the moment, how about we just do it gentlemenly- like we pick a date, we pick a time and we have a war, and if it all goes wrong then I blow the bomb!”

“Well, it won’t go wrong,” Tommy said decidedly.
“Does that sound good, Dream?”
“I am fine with whatever,” the mask said.
“Brilliant!”
“I am fine with whatever Will wants.”
“What about the sixteenth of November?”
“Wait, what the fuck? No, ok, Big Q-” He looked at his comrade. “We need to prepare, we need to get netherite and shit.”
Quackity stood still, shaking his head. “Are we going to war?
Are we going to war?” Tommy repeated. They both looked at Will.
“Sixteenth of November.” Will nodded.
Tommy then turned to Fundy. “Ten days to get armour, Fundy.”
“And that’s the be all or end all!” Will moved yet again, now standing a little away on the path. “Either we take back Manburg, and Dream, you fight us as much as you want for Manburg, or, on the other side, we blow it all up! That’s the end all, that’s where it ends. It ends on the sixteenth; we have to end it.”

The motley group eyed each other with varying degrees of trust, or lack thereof.
One in particular.
Tommy spoke.
“Fundy, are you really just joining us? You too, Badboyhalo.”
Fundy didn’t seem to notice. His gaze was burning holes in that dark umber coat, but it’s owner was watching Tommy instead with a skeptical smile.
“Can we count on you?” Quackity asked.
Both ginger ears quivered suddenly. “Yes. You can.”
“Fundy, can I read that little diary of yours?”
The reply was lost under Dream’s interjection. “I’m just letting you know in advance, just so that you know what you’re getting into- because I will have to provide Schlatt with the resources he needs, meaning netherite, enchanted armour…”
The thought of the same, one-of-a-kind armour that Dream had on Schlatt disgusted Tommy. “You don’t have to, though…”
“I’ll just say…” He paused; down came the hood, and off slid the mask. The last time any of them had seen Dream was so long ago, Tommy almost gasped, he was so surprised. Eyes that matched his clothes pierced through Will. “you may have traitors in your ranks.”
“Who?”
“What?”
“Can you tell us, please?
“I’ll say that the traitor in your ranks will be even more surprising than Eret.” Smugness lined Dream’s expression. “You won’t see it coming, and it may ruin your whole plan, so… just- be wary.”
“Well, it’s not me.”
“Don’t worry, I’m always weary,” Will assured him, mishearing.
Quackity eyed Fundy. “I just…”
He received a look in kind. “I wrote a twenty page document- do you really think I did that for fun?”
“Yeah, you did!” Quackity replied.
“Look, if I were the traitor,” Will said. “I think you’d probably have figured it out, because I’ve already said I wanna blow everything up, I don’t know how I could traitor it more…”

Quietly, Tommy heard Dream chuckling.
“Unless I blow Pogtopia up.”

“So we’re having…” Tommy groped for words. “The real deal, on the sixteenth; we’ve gotta prepare then, boys, we’ve gotta- If you’ve said you’re giving Schlatt full netherite, then we’ve gotta- shit.
“Hey, Dream, I think Schlatt disconnected my TNT, do you think you can give me some more?” Will said.
“Probably not TNT, but I do have gunpowder…” he replied.

“So it’s official.” Quackity said apprehensively. “We’re going to war. Is this what’s happening?”
“Yeah.”
“I hope so,” Will laughed.

“Fuck, man…” Quackity blew out his cheeks. The ravine was quiet for the first time, buzzing with thought and deceit.

“We won’t lose!” Tommy muttered. “And if we do, then…”


“I don’t know what I’ll do.”
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2020.11.30 11:56 scribbl-plink Continuing my novelisation of the Dream SMP, Vive la Révolution: Chapter 13 Be All or End All

Full Story: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Jr3Od75MeCUNE3lflRnzSTkLCrd5pccDEx6IHmJD-NM/edit?usp=sharing
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Be All or End All:

“Stay the fuck away!” Quackity warned. Tommy aimed his bow, face set, while Will laughed behind them.
Tommy fought the urge to roll his eyes. What on earth’s he laughing about now?
“Stay the fuck away!”
“Gentlemen! May I-”
“Yes! This is brilliant!”
“-take a word for one minute.” Fundy finished.
Tommy ducked his head to the left. “Well, can you stand away from the buttons? Not that they’re… They’re decoration!”
“Stand on the path,” Quackity said.
“Stand on the path, stand on the path.”

Fundy complied, in no hurry. The ambitious light Tommy so often saw from him was gone, replaced by a casual confidence that didn’t quite fit. What’s he doing down here?
Will picked up on it, too. “He’s a fox with nothin’ to lose, look at him!”

Tommy cracked a smirk. Various memories surfaced: Fundy perpetually wearing the fox ears his mother made him before she left; Will attempting to remove them at various ceremonies and failing; chortling when Fundy had reappeared after a day-long absence, age thirteen, unable to cope with the dilemma of growing out of the headband and thus sewing the ears onto the hood of his jumper. Tommy spied them as Fundy turned onto the path, and his smirk grew.

Tommy redrew his bow at him, standing on the elevated path. “What do you-”
“Gentlemen!” Fundy took a step forward as if his life wasn’t a finger twitch away. “I would say, so far, this has been a really fine evening. Right? I would say this has been a really-” Tommy looked sideward at an amused Will. “-really great evening. And what a fine evening for some good old double crossing, huh?”

Quackity’s frown hesitated on Tommy’s peripherals, echoing his own.
“Now, let me just say, I would say I haven’t been completely vocal about my actions- I haven’t really spoken about this to anyone, actually. But I must say: there’s no better time to speak than now.”
A shuffle above them drew all three pairs of eyes as Will sat, legs dangling over the edge of the platform, watching the one-sided conversation. Fundy addressed him.
“Will, I might have something for you that may lighten up the mood a little bit.” He tucked his hands into his hoodie pockets.
Will shrugged him off. “Oh, don’t include me, I’m just watchin’ the show,” he said nonchalantly.
“No, we’re ok,” Tommy asserted. “We’re ok, furboy.
Fundy shot him a familiar look that was thrown, tossed, many times before.
Will frowned suddenly. “Wait-”
“Yeah!” Quackity goaded.
“Yeah, traitor!”
“Wait- no, no, no, I wanna hear- Fundy, you have something that will help us? I thought you were just gonna give me something, I don’t want what you’ve got to give me, I just-”
“I…” Fundy raised his voice. “have been documenting-” (Wh- huh?) “every single step- every single action that Schlatt has taken-” (Hold on-) “since he set his foul feet onto that goddamn podium, alright?”

“Are you tryna blackmail us?” Quackity asked, incredulous.
“Now if you wouldn’t mind… if you would lend me another word for another minute…” Fundy raised his eyebrows in annoyance at Quackity. “You see, I got information that just might help Pogtopia to victory without any major precautions, alright? These buttons- we don’t need all of that. Schlatt-”
“Can you stop fuckin’- please!” Tommy looked pointedly at Will, who had turned to the wall and, bored, was pressing all the buttons one by one.
Quackity threw his hands up. “Oh, stop it, man!”
“You’re givin’ me the shakes!”
“Stop it!”
“Wait, Fundy, before you carry on...” Will rested an arm on a propped up leg, glancing down at him. “Did you put these buttons here?”

Fundy gave no sign of acknowledgement outside of his stare. He turned to look forward again. “Schlatt-”
“Oh, you’re fucking dead.” Tommy stepped in front of him, axe in hand.
“-is not as powerful-”
“Did you put these buttons here?” Tommy said.
Still he refused to answer: an answer in itself. “Schlatt-”
Will guffawed. Tommy turned to laugh with Quackity. “Big Q, he put the buttons-”
“He put the buttons! Is this a fuckin’ joke?” The former Vice President stood staring. “Is this a prank?”
Fundy ignored him. “You see, Schlatt isn’t as powerful as he portrays himself to be.”
The two continued to cut him off until Will leaned down, the light from a nearby lantern illuminating his face. “Wait, stop. Let ‘em speak, I wanna hear the furboy talk!”
“He’s like a broken record, for Christ’s sake!” Quackity snorted with Tommy.
“Listen, gentlemen…” he sighed, his confidence draining slowly. “Schlatt isn’t as powerful as he makes out to be. In fact, he is the polar opposite.”
Tommy made a face to himself. What does that mean??
“And I have proof.”

From the small, flat bag strapped onto his bag, Fundy retrieved a leather-bound notebook, roughly cut pages sticking out from the edges.
“In my hand, I have a little diary, and I’m gonna save you guys some fucking time.” After a moment’s pause he looked up again. “Actually, Will- would you mind… reading this for me?”
Tommy smirked at him again. “What, do you not have eyes, bro? How are your eyes?”
“Please read from page fifteen and onwards,” he advised his father.
“Page fifteen?!” Will flipped through the book. “A Spy’s Diary, written by an anonymous author.” He flipped through some more. “There are twenty fucking pages of this, holy-
“What does it say, Will?” Quackity gestured at the book.
“It’s just-” Will’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Fundy, did you do this?”
He paused. An indistinguishable expression drew his features tighter for a moment as one hand unconsciously fingered the right ear on his hood. “I have. Listen to me- read from page fifteen.”
Will took a breath.

The following is confidential information. If you are caught in possession of this diary, an immediate execution may result by authority. Schlatt has a severe addiction to alcohol and cigarettes to suppress his aching body. He is unwilling to get it checked due to his pride. If the symptoms progress, he may suffer fatal consequences. Schlatt is incapable of swimming; under further inspection, it seems to be a form of muscle atrophy. He uses protein supplements to regain a viable level of strength. He seems to get weaker by the day. Schlatt is surprisingly unaware of the concerns and state of Manburg; he is unaware of how in reality, he stands alone. Schlatt has no power- his entire stand is a facade. In fact, he is at his weakest point as we speak.

“I fucking knew it!” Quackity exclaimed. “Oh my god… What do you want from this-?”
“No no, wait: what do you mean ‘What do you want from this’?” Will said. “Don’t you see?”
Movement caught Tommy’s attention out of the corner of his eye, and his limbs jerked in surprise as Bad stood just off to the side, listening with a puzzled expression on his face. His black and red hood was pulled up over his face, making him look more dangerous than he really was.
“I’m glad you’re here, BBH! You’re here to prove a point, but Fundy…” Will turned away from Bad and back down to his son from the platform. “You were the only person I thought was on Schlatt’s team.”
Fundy took a hesitant step back and ran a hand through his reddish-brown hair. “Well… Schlatt thinks the same.”
“Wait, can I read this diary?” Tommy interjected.
Fundy ignored him. Will’s face had brightened, in an odd, disturbing way. “Is Schlatt- does he have anyone on his side?!”
“Schlatt is, as spoken,” Fundy confirmed. “literally on his own.”
Tommy stared at him and then at Bad, who still lurked a little ways off watching the meeting, as Fundy continued. “He has no-one behind his side; all of the left alone citizens that are still there are concerned about his behaviour-”
“Fundy, are you on our side?”
“-Schlatt is literally at his weakest point.”
“Are you really not a bitch?” He fought the urge to laugh at how strange it all was. Fundy glared at him.
“He didn’t say no…” Quackity’s eyes twinkled with mischief. As Tommy glanced over, he spotted Bad again, who had crept closer under Will’s platform to listen in. Tommy tossed an arrow at him like a javelin half-heartedly and watched it ting off his armour, and his naive shock. Will hopped quickly down the stairs to his defense.
“No, no, no- let him stay, let him stay!”
Tommy threw up his hands at them. “He’s just stood ‘ere!” Why is everyone turning up out of nowhere?! For God’s sake-
“Do you know why BBH is here? It’s because everyone’s on our side, Tommy!” Will said. That light was still lingering, growing stronger, even. Tommy shuffled a little.
Probably never left, he thought grimly.
“Literally everyone’s on our side!”
“Even, even-” Tommy looked back at Fundy, wariness pooling in his eyes. “Can I read the diary-”
“Remember when it was just me and you?” Being underground didn’t help the mounting pressure Tommy felt from Will, both figuratively and literally.
“Oh, I do remember!” He said.
“Do you remember when it was just me and you-”
“And now it’s all shit.”
“-and now it’s just everyone. What I’m trying to say is…” He cocked his head slightly, messing through his grown-out fringe that continued to block his view. He didn’t seem to care.

“Fundy, I despise you.”

The prodigal didn’t move, didn’t say a word. He froze, looking upward; his eyes became thinner and his jaw twitched. The great fog of distance, then a hint of something denser (smoke?) crept increasingly into his face as Will went on.
“You were my son, and you just… betrayed me-?”
Fundy broke. “For a second there, I thought that sentence was finished.”
“I have nothing to say to you,” Will dismissed him. “But, what I do have to say is… Do you not see, Tommy?”
The pressure continued to climb, bearing down on his shoulders.
“If we blow up L’Manburg now, only Schlatt will be affected!”

A few seconds ticked by as Tommy realised they were back to square one again- they’d lapped themselves.

“It’s brilliant!”
Quackity looked up at him gradually. “No. No, no…”
“Wait, Big Q, listen to me!” He stretched out both arms. This could work, just- “Listen to me. Will… I’d say... you’re almost right! We can reclaim Manburg now! We can reclaim L Manburg, he doesn’t even have any fucking army that’s gonna attack us if we go- what the fuck’s he gonna do if we-”
“We can blow it up.”
Tommy shot a look upwards. “No, we don’t need to blow it up. If we just show up, we can reclaim it!” Tommy clapped his hands above his head. “We can reclaim it!”
Quackity dragged both hands over his face, eyes wide. “Holy shit…”
“Reclaiming would work.” Fundy said in the background.
“But listen to me, we don’t have to blow it up anymore! We can reclaim it. Big Q.” Tommy stepped toward him. “If we get organise all of our boys… because Schlatt has no more men to his side, he’s a fuckin’ alcoholic! We just go and give ‘em a nudge and then he’ll fall apart. That’s all we need to do. We just go and we take shit, we-”
Quackity grinned at him. “Yeah, yeah! And then things will be back to normal?”
“Then things will be back to normal!” Tommy urged. He could already imagine it: Will as President, him as Vice… it would be as if nothing had ever happened- as if Schlatt had never happened.
“Y’know what, Will?” Quackity crossed his arms, craning his neck to look up at him. “When I ran as President, I wasn’t trying to take power away from you, I was just trying to give… a better life to Manburg. But honestly? Shit got outta control, George fell asleep…”
Tommy laughed. “Twice!”
“Sleepy Gogy is what we call ‘em,” Will smirked.
“But listen, I-”
Quackity went silent. Tommy turned to look where his gaze had locked and his heart sank, in that strange way when you’re afraid of something you don’t know how to avoid.
Ok, he wasn’t afraid. Just… apprehensive.

Dream came up just behind Bad, making the shadowy and, by comparison, all together unthreatening figure jump. As was his habit, his vaguely glowing axe hung loosely in one hand, the head almost touching the ground. Each armour piece seemed to be made up of many small and overlapping pieces of netherite, like scales connected in a flexible and, as was Tommy’s experience, effective barrier. Visible underneath were leggings and a matching long-sleeved shirt (less like a shirt and more like a kind of… skin...), dyed a deep, mottled green and bleached off-white at his joints and hands. Dream had ditched his helmet for his hood, which now framed a simple white mask with unnaturally angular eye holes. In one fluid, habitual motion, Dream adjusted the mask strap with both index fingers behind his ears.
“JSchlatt gave me something,” he said.
“Oh, I’m loving this,” Will said, ignoring him. One faded brown coat sleeve gestured down to Tommy, Quackity and Fundy. “I know you all have vested interest, I’m just havin’ a good time.”
“Yeah, I’m actually not.” Tommy glanced up at him. “I kind of just want to go back and be in L’Manburg.”
“Well, we can’t attack L’Manburg today,” Will said, still completely ignoring Dream. “We need-”
Tommy nodded. “Well, if we organise-”
“Hello.” Like calloused fingers around a burning wick, Dream interrupted them.
“What do you mean ‘Schlatt gave me something’?” Quackity demanded.
Tommy backed him up. “What did he give you?”
“Uh…”
“Disease?”
“I can’t say what he gave me… but he gave me something that means I will have to…” He paused, uncharacteristically awkward. “defend…”
“He gave you disease, didn’t he…”
“...Manburg.” He finished.
“What?” The edges of Quackity’s mouth curved up while his brows creased downward. “What, what did he give you? Why do you have to defend Manburg, now?”

He shifted uneasily, making Tommy uneasy. What kind of quote un quote ‘emblem of chaos’ felt bad for switching sides? He began pacing.
“Well...I can’t say what he gave me,” Dream repeated.
“He’s such a little anti-hero,” Will half-teased to himself. The words floated down from his vantage point like the director's notes.

It was distinctly annoying.

Dream shifted again, settling into a more relaxed tone and tilting his head slightly. “I mean, you can blow it up if you want, I don’t care about that.”
“Alright.” Will clapped his hands immediately. “Awesome. So the plan is to-”
“No no no no...” Fundy protested.
“Wait, wait- Dream.” Tommy put his hands out. “Dream, my friend…”
“We’re so lost here,” Quackity interrupted. “What do you mean by this?”
“What did he give you?”
“It-”
“What could he have given you?”
“-was just an agreement.”
Could he be any more vague? Jesus- “What was the agreement?”
Tommy didn’t need to see his face- he heard the frown. “He gave me his signature on an agreement. Saying any more would give away too much-”
“Why don’t you just-”
“-of his plan.”
“-give away lots?”
Will started sniffing in quiet laughter again.
“‘Cause then I’d know.”
“No no no, Tommy,” Will flapped a hand at him.”No, it’s fine, it’s fine, look: I see the thing. Dream’s a little bit of a Technoblade character; Dream just wants to be on the side of the rebellion, right?”
Tommy watched Will suddenly climb down to talk in front of him. A vague sense of deja vu clouded things; Dream fuzzy in the background, and the only thing between him and Will’s unhinged eyes being his unruly hair.
“And now that we’re the dominant force, technically… Isn’t that right, wouldn’t you say so, Dream? You just wanna be on the other side, you just wanna be on the other team?”
Dream ran a finger under the strap again. “Uhh… I wouldn’t say that. I mean… I would say my interest is in myself, and I have… been given something that is more powerful to me than friendship, I’d say.”
Fundy whipped up from where he was staring at the ground. “Wait-”
“There’s nothing more powerful than friendship, Dream!” Will lilted. “Don’t be silly!”
“What’s more powerful than friendship?” Tommy said, still confused. I really don’t even know what Will thinks anymore… “Money? Women? Hostages?”
“Look, essentially, you can defend Manburg, Dream.” Will turned his back to Tommy, addressing Dream. “I still think… what’s the crew? BBH, Fundy, Pink, Big Q, Tommy, me- uh, you got… you got Niki, you got Technoblade-”
“Our combined IQ is higher than yours!” Tommy said through Will’s shoulder. “Ok, boys, what we need... Dream, you’re not on our side, are you? What’s even your deal, you’re just here for… for… y’know?”
Dream’s shoulders crinkled with laughter. “Schlatt agreed to something that neither you nor Will could agree to.”
“What, was it friendship?”
“I can’t say, I can’t say.”
“Tommy, he doesn’t want to say!” Will’s coat hung limp as he clambered back up to stand on the platform, still engulfed in shadows. “You’re being rude!”
He rolled his eyes. “We’re literally tryna’ start a rebellion, here… I think we’re past manners.”
“We’re doing a polite rebellion.”
“I didn’t think manners mattered ever since you rigged those bombs underneath JSchlatt’s house, but…”
Dream interrupted again. “I’m just letting you know, that’s all.”
“Well, this is the thing, right, this is the thing. So I was thinking… Dream, let’s do this like a gentlemen’s duel, then! Instead of doing a bit of a dirty war we’re planning at the moment, how about we just do it gentlemenly- like we pick a date, we pick a time and we have a war, and if it all goes wrong then I blow the bomb!”

“Well, it won’t go wrong,” Tommy said decidedly.
“Does that sound good, Dream?”
“I am fine with whatever,” the mask said.
“Brilliant!”
“I am fine with whatever Will wants.”
“What about the sixteenth of November?”
“Wait, what the fuck? No, ok, Big Q-” He looked at his comrade. “We need to prepare, we need to get netherite and shit.”
Quackity stood still, shaking his head. “Are we going to war?
Are we going to war?” Tommy repeated. They both looked at Will.
“Sixteenth of November.” Will nodded.
Tommy then turned to Fundy. “Ten days to get armour, Fundy.”
“And that’s the be all or end all!” Will moved yet again, now standing a little away on the path. “Either we take back Manburg, and Dream, you fight us as much as you want for Manburg, or, on the other side, we blow it all up! That’s the end all, that’s where it ends. It ends on the sixteenth; we have to end it.”

The motley group eyed each other with varying degrees of trust, or lack thereof.
One in particular.
Tommy spoke.
“Fundy, are you really just joining us? You too, Badboyhalo.”
Fundy didn’t seem to notice. His gaze was burning holes in that dark umber coat, but it’s owner was watching Tommy instead with a skeptical smile.
“Can we count on you?” Quackity asked.
Both ginger ears quivered suddenly. “Yes. You can.”
“Fundy, can I read that little diary of yours?”
The reply was lost under Dream’s interjection. “I’m just letting you know in advance, just so that you know what you’re getting into- because I will have to provide Schlatt with the resources he needs, meaning netherite, enchanted armour…”
The thought of the same, one-of-a-kind armour that Dream had on Schlatt disgusted Tommy. “You don’t have to, though…”
“I’ll just say…” He paused; down came the hood, and off slid the mask. The last time any of them had seen Dream was so long ago, Tommy almost gasped, he was so surprised. Eyes that matched his clothes pierced through Will. “you may have traitors in your ranks.”
“Who?”
“What?”
“Can you tell us, please?
“I’ll say that the traitor in your ranks will be even more surprising than Eret.” Smugness lined Dream’s expression. “You won’t see it coming, and it may ruin your whole plan, so… just- be wary.”
“Well, it’s not me.”
“Don’t worry, I’m always weary,” Will assured him, mishearing.
Quackity eyed Fundy. “I just…”
He received a look in kind. “I wrote a twenty page document- do you really think I did that for fun?”
“Yeah, you did!” Quackity replied.
“Look, if I were the traitor,” Will said. “I think you’d probably have figured it out, because I’ve already said I wanna blow everything up, I don’t know how I could traitor it more…”

Quietly, Tommy heard Dream chuckling.
“Unless I blow Pogtopia up.”

“So we’re having…” Tommy groped for words. “The real deal, on the sixteenth; we’ve gotta prepare then, boys, we’ve gotta- If you’ve said you’re giving Schlatt full netherite, then we’ve gotta- shit.
“Hey, Dream, I think Schlatt disconnected my TNT, do you think you can give me some more?” Will said.
“Probably not TNT, but I do have gunpowder…” he replied.

“So it’s official.” Quackity said apprehensively. “We’re going to war. Is this what’s happening?”
“Yeah.”
“I hope so,” Will laughed.

“Fuck, man…” Quackity blew out his cheeks. The ravine was quiet for the first time, buzzing with thought and deceit.

“We won’t lose!” Tommy muttered. “And if we do, then…”


“I don’t know what I’ll do.”
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2020.11.30 00:35 Etaweb Come scegliere gli elettrodomestici più economici

Come scegliere gli elettrodomestici più economici

L'utilizzo consapevole dell'energia nella propria abitazione non comprende esclusivamente il moderare l'uso di queste, bensì anche la scelta di dispositivi ad hoc realizzati per questo scopo.
Risparmiare l'energia ci aiuta a preservare ciò che ci circonda e ad abbassare la quota delle varie utenze ogni mese.
L'utilizzo di fonti rinnovabili per l'appropigionamento dell'energia è una via perseguibile, ma data le capacità attuali dei vari dispositivi fotovoltaici, difficilmente ci permette di raggiungere la totale autonomia dale fonti tradizionali.
Indicatore fondamentale per comprendere i migliori elettrodomestici per risparmare sono le classi energetiche.
Infatti in un abitazione classica il 25% dell'utilizzo energetico proviene dalla produzione di riscaldamento, acqua sanitaria ed elettricità, il restante 75% utilizzato dai vari dispositivi.

Come riconoscere un elettrodomestico a basso consumo?

In passato non tutti i dispositivi elettronici con scopi simili, utilizzavano lo stesso quantitativo energetico.
Per normalizzare e permettere il confronto tra i vari prodotti, nel 1992 l'Unione Europea introduce l'etichetta energetica, una classificazione dei dispositivi elettrici, dalla (A) (bassi consumi) alla (G) (alti consumi), inoltre la distinzione tra le classi avviene anche tramite la scala cromatica, dal verde (meno consumo) al rosso (consumo massimo).

L'etichetta energetica


Le etichette energetiche permettono agli utenti di scegliere tra i tantissimi prodotti presenti sul mercato quelli con il consumo minore, risparmiando denaro e recando meno danno all'ambiente.
L'introduzione delle etichette energetiche ha incoraggiato inoltre le varie aziende produtturici a realizzare dispositivi sempre più efficienti che consumassero meno energia e che limitassero il loro impatto sull'ecosistema.
Necessaria un'etichetta energetica per tutti gli apparecchi venduti nell'UE per i quali esiste il vincolo di etichettatura o una normativa in materia. L'etichetta deve figurare in modo visibile su ciascun apparecchio esposto nel punto vendita. Pertanto, chi produce o importa elettrodomestici deve assicurarsi la conformità di questi dispositivi alla direttiva pertinente e alla legislazione correlata .

Criteri di selezione per ogni elettrodomestico

Il consumo di energia di ogni elettrodomestico, stabilito dalla sua Classe di Efficienza Energetica, è il primo accorgimento che si deve fare al momento dell'acquisto di un nuovo apparecchio. In più, ci sono dei piccoli dettagli da considerare, relativi ad ogni apparecchio in particolare. Vediamo quindi qualche consiglio utile e dei criteri di selezioni per risparmiare energia.

Frigo e congelatore


Nel caso del frigorifero e il congelatore, si deve dare preferenze a quelli appartenenti alle classi “Tropicale” o “Subtropicale”; questa è un'altra scala, diversa a quella dell'efficienza energetica, che stabilisce che questi apparecchi potranno funzionare senza un calo nelle prestazioni anche quando la temperature ambiente è molto alta (fino a 43°C).
Inoltre, è meglio scegliere tra i modelli a sbrinamento automatico, che permettono un funzionamento migliore e un minore spreco di energia, e che il congelatore sia a 4 stelle (ossia, che possa raggiungere temperature inferiori ai -18 °C).

Lavatrice e lavastoviglie


Menzione particolare è senza dubbio per la lavatrice. L'etichetta di classe energetica di questo elettrodomestico non contiene solamente l'indicazione della efficienza energetica, ma anche della qualità del lavaggio e dell'efficacia dell'asciugatura. Tutte queste informazioni vengono fornite utilizzando scale individuale, sempre dalla A alla G. La Classe di efficienza energetica rappresenta l'energia consumata (in kWh) per ogni kg di bucato; la Classe di efficacia del lavaggio invece definisce l'indice di performance del lavaggio, e la Classe di efficacia dell'asciugatura si riferisce alla percentuale di acqua presente dopo il ciclo di centrifuga.
Inoltre, sempre nella stessa etichettatura, sarà segnato il Consumo di acqua in litri (per ogni ciclo di lavaggio) e la Rumorosità.
Oltre ad una dettagliata analisi sull'efficienza energetica, al momento dell'acquisto della lavatrice è meglio se date preferenza ai modelli con velocità di centrifuga regolabile (quando non avete particolare fretta potete lasciare che il sole si occupi di asciugare il bucato), partenza ritardata, e allacciamento all'acqua calda (permette di collegare la lavatrice direttamente all'acqua calda, evitando utilizzare il suo meccanismo di riscaldamento).
Gli stessi accorgimenti valgono per le lavastoviglie, per le quali si devono considerare le già menzionate classi di efficienza (efficienza energetica, efficacia del lavaggio e dell'asciugatura), il consumo di acqua e la rumorosità.

Televisori e schermi


Pure schermi e televisori sono in possesso di una scala di consumo (anche se diverso), il quale è consigliato sia inferiore a 0.51, con un consumo massimo di energia elettrica di 170 watt e un consumo in modalità stand by inferiore a 1 watt. Riguardo il modello di televisore (LCD, LED o plasma), dal punto di vista del consumo energetico ci sono differenze notevoli: con uno schermo ad esempio di 40 pollici, un LED consuma tra i 70-90 watt, un LCD 120-160 watt e un Plasma 250-300 watt.
Simile il caso degli schermi pc. Un monitor LCD consuma il 70% di energia in meno di uno tradizionale a tubo catodico. Tuttavia, questi schermi consumano energia elettrica anche da spenti, quando rimangono collegati alla rete elettrica. Un consiglio quindi importantissimo per risparmiare energia è quello di scollegarli completamente o di utilizzare una ciabatta con interruttore.

Aria condizionata


Per ulitmo punto analizzando la situazione dei dispositivi di condizionamento dell'aria, inoltre la Classe di Consumo Energetico, esistono altri due parametri importanti: La Classe energetica EECOP, che utilizza sempre una scala da A a G, sia per la efficienza in raffreddamento (EER) o in riscaldamento (COP), e l'Indice di efficienza energetica EECOP, che è un altro numero che stabilisce il grado di efficienza di un climatizzatore (quanto più alto è questo numero, tanto più è la sua efficienza).

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2020.11.29 20:44 omnisexualdino I like lemon bonbons

"I WoUlDn'T dAtE sOmEoNe WhO iS aTtrAcTeD tO mOrE tHeN oNe GeNdEr!.?" Well if I really like lemon bonbons, I would still eat a lemon bonbon, even if I had more choices.
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2020.11.29 17:53 NeverBeenToSpainBut I am a 30-year old man with multiple issues and I do not know how to fix them, or even how to begin, or even how to properly articulate them. I have broken down completely. (long post)

Hello /therapy, I am not a new user to this site, but my old account was deleted (by me) some years ago so I am going to be posting with a new account, I hope that's not a problem for anyone.
Well as the title says, I am in a bit of a spot here and frankly I don't have anyone, anywhere, to turn to nor the means to really fix my current situation. I kind of want to vent, to just get it "out there" into the universe somehow, so at least someone else somewhere else will "get it", and might just relate. Or maybe they've been where I am. Maybe they know what it's like and can tell me how to fix it. Or maybe not.
Where to even begin? I suppose I could start by telling you, I think it all started 14-13 years ago, when several things all at once just went "wrong" for me at the same time. It left me feeling very sad and very alone and very, very bad about myself.
First it was my father turning me in to the police over less than one gram of cannabis. That f*cked me up a bit because it was kind of like an ultimate betrayal: you don't do that to your son over something so minor. That's an in-house thing. You don't go to the po-po about that. The man himself was a distant fool, no time for anyone but himself, disregarding of his own family and relationships (and now he himself lives in constant states of alternating anxiety and depression; c'est la vie, and all that?). Then he just ditches his family for someone else. Did not want to take with him any photos of me or my sister, nothing, and he doesn't even introduce me to his new partner. Ouch! Ouch. Find out he has a picture, a very nice one, on his bedside table of his new partner's child looking certifiably BEAMING. Very nice! Always time for other people's kids my father. Saving the best of himself for others. Thanks dad.
After my father left my mother, my mother quickly found a new partner. Oh, oh oh oh boy. No introductions made. No slow "easing-in" for my and my young sister. No "we're going to dinner with my new partner so we can meet him!" None of that. Not a jot. He just turns up one day, stares at me weirdly, and I am told he has a cupboard in the kitchen for his food. Okay. Fine. Man was in his 40s dealing with teenaged me and my younger sister, not an ounce of kindness, understanding, basic dignity or even humility: he quickly began bullying me in my own home around my own family and nothing was done about it. He was a control freak, a vicious b*stard of nature who took everything as a serious insult and appeared that he did not even want me or my sister around at all.
A month into dating my mother he begins to ask about being put in her will. Wow! He even asks straight-up in front of me and my sis to my mother, "can you put me in your will, babe?" What a thing to ask! You don't ask that. And you certainly don't ask that of a recently-divorced woman, only a single month into dating her, and you certainly don't do it in front of her children. But he did it anyway. And you know what? My mother agreed. She put him in her will. After that the bullying for me got worse. I couldn't eat in the house. The home I lived in for years before his arrival, home-cooked meals, time spent with family, and now I get shouted at, called a r*tard, and denied food. He would just take food away from me if he saw me eat it. I go to my mother about it and she tells me I'm imagining things.
Then he starts bullying my mother. He starts drinking. He starts threatening to smash all her windows if she leaves him. Then he sits around and she pays him £500 a month for the privilege of a website for her business he made her. For over SIX. YEARS. He starts hitting her. Yelling at her. Puts a thing on her phone and his computer which logs all her texts and calls and their contents (yes really). Calls her a "f*cking stupid wh*re" in front of me and my sister. Given access to ALL my mother's accounts and e-mails. And I am ashamed to say, despite all of this, I did nothing. I should have hit him. Attacked him. But I didn't. I came close once during a very heated confrontation wherein I did nothing wrong yet attracted again his ire. He tells me in front of my mother that I should just do everyone a favour and slit my own throat. She didn't care. I would, should, have left sooner, but I was worried what he would do if I left. Would he escalate it further? Move on to my sister? Well it turns out he did both. But my sister turned out okay. She is now about to buy a house and she has a fiancé and they love each other very much and I am very proud of her. We don't talk, though.
Now, at this time, it begins the truly unfortunate conjunction of events in an already awful life. My friends at college begin noticing I'm not myself, I'm not happy. Best friend betrays me over a girl. Another friend I'd known since we were six ghosts me. I start drinking more on nights out. I become a laughing stock in my social circle. Soon, they are all gone. I am now alone. And I live in a home where I am basically treated like sh*t.
After leaving college I move on to the workplace. Same deal there. Ghosted, mocked, a colleague started calling me "soppy bollocks" because I was so mopy over all the shit I had to put up with and my unresolved problems. Then I am unceremoniously fired from my work after almost a year, the week after I came in on mother's day to assist with the increase in traffic (kitchen work). That day was going to be the day I would have seen my dying grandfather in hospital. Probably the only decent man in my life I could honestly say was a good influence. But I came in anyway because they needed the hands. And I worked my butt off for a 12-hour shift. And you know what? He f\cking died that day during that f*cking shift.*
Living alone, in a dingy bedsit flat, now fired from work, unable to pay the rent, stricken with grief, abandoned and hurt by everyone I thought would never abandon or hurt me, distrusting of EVERYONE and EVERYTHING and feeling like some despicable, hated, despised T H I N G that the universe, seemingly, conspired to drive mad. And I spiralled. I spiralled and spiralled and spiralled and spiralled and I became more like a beast than I had ever thought someone living in a wealthy, prosperous nation could become. Unable to even drum up the care to take care of myself. Dishes piled up. Clothing went unwashed. Bedsheets? I lied on the bed with bare duvet and bare pillow. If the toilet got blocked... no-one knows this, no-one. But I used to sh\it in bags.* Piss in the sink. No social life. No romance. People used to look at me in the street and go "blegh!" You know that hand motion they do, when they want to communicate, "wow, you're disgusting?" The finger down the throat thing? Random people used to do it to me. Random women for no reason at all. My weight BALLOONED. I couldn't even make friends online let alone outside.
I stayed inside all day. Debt notices came in through the door and collectors came around. I had no money to pay them. At some point I got another job, and began maybe to turn things around, but I left it. I couldn't face it. I just walked out and didn't go back. I didn't even ask for the money they owed me for the work I did do. So for the past nine years I have lived a very solitary life indoors. Alone, unnoticed, unloved, unwanted, and feeling like a bat in a cave. A dark, dingy, wet, squalid cave. Some dark beast the world shat out in a fit of rage and in that same rage left alone.
Eventually my mother saw some kind of motherly need to step in and let me move back. By this time she had the abusive man move away. They still saw each other, but didn't live together. But she is no saint. She needles me. Makes me feel bad. Makes comments. The way she looks at me, talks to me. It's not my mother. It's a zookeeper looking at a chimpanzee that just sits in sh*t all day. That's how it feels. Well, I live at university now... WOW. I'm not doing well here. I am going to drop out.
God, I don't know what's wrong with me. I have no past to build a foundation upon, no future to even carve for myself. All I have is aching pain and self-hate and glaring interpersonal issues, and I have no-one to even tell this to, to give me light and warmth and love, real love, to start the healing process. I thought this past week I'd found that. But no. No. I've been drinking non-stop the last six days and I might drink tonight again, even though I said to myself this morning, I wouldn't. But I probably will. I don't even get hangovers now. C'est la vie. 2020 you've been a fascinatingly sh*t year in a shit life full of sh*t years. Here's to you.
So. What do you think is wrong with me, and how do I fix this damage? Recent experiences kind of lit a fire under my ass. I turned 30 this month, for one. If you read this far you're a saint. Oh, and yes: I'm a virgin!
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2020.11.29 06:29 Future_Kaleidoscope3 Playing Medieval 2 for first time

The only other games I’ve played is the two Warhammer ones. I’ve got a few hundred hours in those and I love the Warhammer world and the way they implemented it (got into WH from first Dawn of War) but I’m enjoying this one too. Though while WH has lots of units and it looks amazing, I’m honestly enjoying M2 more. Like a lot of newer games WH feels so simplified in a lot of aspects vs m2, the map has a lot more variety, units actually have weight in combat and while the graphics are certainly dated I prefer the basic look vs all that’s going on in WH. Though that could just be because I’m playing on a laptop lmao
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2020.11.28 22:26 ChuDrebby [EU-LV][H] WIFE MAD, NEED TO SELL STUFF!! MODEL M ; Doubleshot ALPS ; Cherry MX Black [W]PayPal Selling

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Just want to get rid of stuff, wife not mad.
This is new account. Previous ChewDrebby had like 40 or smth confirmed sales. The account was perm suspended. Well now I know reddit rules.
I ship all around the world. I'm located in Latvia (Europe).
Shipping is not included in price.
Price for keycaps or switches around the world- 5eur-15eur [6$-22$]
Shipping price for Model M [Europe] Austria- 21eur; Denmark- 21eur; France- 21eur; Greece- 21eur; Netherland- 21eur; Portugal- 22eur; Germany- 21eur; Italy- 21eur; Austria- 12eur; Norway- 23eur; Czech Republic- 21eur;
[Rest of The world] USA- 29eur; Japan- 30eur; Canada- 30eur; South-Korea- 39eur; Russia- 26eur; Ukraine- 26eur; Australia- 28eur; Singapore- 40eur; England- 39eur (sorry, Brexit
All "conditions" are my personal thoughts. Take everything with grain of salt.

Brand Model Date Price Condition
IBM (detachable cable) MODEL M 1391412 (Swiss layout) 1989-08-01 40euro = 47$ Picture Good condition
Doubleshot ALPS ISO Dunno 15euro = 18$ Picture Good condition; Caps are good, just too lazy to clean them fully
103x mx black Dunno Dunno 30euro = 36$ Picture Good condition
KPY blue switches Dunno Dunno 5euro = 6$ Picture Don't feel scratchy, good.

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