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Prologue
Previous
Memory transcription subject: Marlim, Krakotl Conscript
Date [Standardized Human Time]: October 17th, 2136
My father collides with me, his talons sinking into my wings. Using my larger mass to lift him, and the momentum to rotate in place I throw him back. He rolls and stands up, before charging again as he lunges with his talons forward, aiming for my neck as I sidestep, grabbing said with both of my own, rotating and planting my legs firmly on the floor before I would lift him over my shoulders and onto the floor. A solid bang of him colliding with the metal floor sounded out above all the other noises. I go to strike downwards, following through on my training before pain erupts in my sides.
I know the feeling of being attacked by talons, and the pain that erupts as a set of talons on either side of me sink in from behind. I throw myself back, knocking off my attacker turning midway to face my father getting into a stance and the injured Gunnery Chief who had his injured eye closed. We stood there, me striding to be in between them, not wanting my back up against the wall.
My father is the first to charge, and I strike out with a leg, the talons at the end slashing him across his leg before the Gunnery Chief slashes me across the side of my face just above my eyes. I feel blood spill over my eye blinding me before I get knocked to the ground by my father, he was on top of me before I could even react, however, he proved easy to remove with a simple slash of my talons across his neck. I could see panic and his talons went to his throat. I didn’t cut deep enough, I do not know if I would be able to kill my father like that, this was just a distraction to shove him off of me.
I didn’t have enough time until the leg of the Gunnery Chief slashes down, his talons burying into my cheek before he drags his leg back, up my cheek as the tips drag against my eye. I only had enough time to close my eyelid but I could feel the burning pain across my eye, however, I didn’t have enough time to worry. I grab his leg and clamp my beak down around it, I would then move my talons to his other leg, roll onto my front, and standing up I would lift him and slam him down onto the deck of the ship. Letting go of both of his legs with my talons and beak I move down on top of him, sinking both sets of my wing talons into his neck. The expression on his face was that of hate and anger before I tore open his throat and the jugular veins that ran through there.
It felt good, it always did feel good to win… I reach down into his gear and grab a battle stim. I turn to face my father who was staring in shock at what I did. No more turning back now.
End it.
No matter what, that bomb would not be detonating or taking any lives. I stare him down, injecting the battle stim as he quickly follows up with his injection. I can feel my fatigued body after hours of naval combat and this short fight begin to shrug off the ache, a heavier beat in my heart. Emotions swirl in me feeling them build up quickly before I let them all out in a screeching cry of anger.
“FATHER!”
“MARLIM!”
My father responds in kind before he doesn’t even fully stand up before rushing me. I lower myself down and we both hit each other, one set of his talons sinking into my shoulder as I sink mine into his sides before I feel a sharp and deep pain in my sides. I pull away, shoving him off to see a jagged piece of metal embedded into my side. A piece of debris from our ship falling apart. Stabbed his son.
He never cared…
He never did…
My side is pulsing with pain, I try to move, only managing to collapse, falling on my side. I try to get up as my father looks at me with disappointment in his eyes. He goes to the bomb, while I begin crawling toward him. “Father, please… The Humans don’t deserve this…”
Silence is my only answer as he fiddles with the bomb’s controls. I continue crawling.
How long had this gone on… Would Kalem even be outside of the blast radius? No, he wouldn’t.
You know what you have to do.
I stagger to my feet, having reached a wall to lean against and support myself. I walk my way forward. My talon gripped the piece of metal in my side before I pull it out with a sharp cry using this brief surge of adrenaline to throw myself forth, stumbling and running. My father barely has time to get into a defensive stance before I stab him through the defending talon. My other spare talon comes up and presses into his eye, burying itself in deep before I pull it downwards and out, gouging my father blind in one eye. He lets out a screech of pain and I let go of the jagged metal. I shove the now free wing into his screeching beak to rake my talons down his tongue, managing to use my strength to stagger him back and up against a wall.
Just as I was about to make the killing blow the ship shakes violently and the sound of groaning and screaming metal is heard until the ship has a drastic change in speed and direction and I’m sent flying into a nearby wall.
[Memory Transcription Ended. Cause: Loss of Consciousness.]

The buzzing and wobbling zooms of spacecraft permeated the air …
Sarah and Jacob hid in the basement, prepared. Someone pounded on their upstairs front door.
"A human?" asked Sarah.
"Could be, or one of them …" answered Jacob. "I'll check." He opened a security camera app on his phone.
A person waved and spoke to the camera, "Jacob, it's me, Frank. I have my entire family here. Please let us in!"
"Oh no, not that guy. He’s the one that reported on me for my stash."
"He's a jerk, Jacob, but they have children. Let them in."
"Fine. You're right …"
He ran upstairs, opened the door, and let them come down.
"They're abducting all of our neighbors," said Frank.
"I know, dude, but I've got protection."
"You still have a stash?"
"Damn right, man, a caseload of alien laser weapons and EMPs. Our politicians made alien weapons illegal. They secretly sold us out as a labor trade. They didn't want us to defend ourselves. It’s totally against our human nature."
"But Jacob, what about people who scorched entire cities with lasers?"
"Psychopaths, dude. We should have made that illegal, not our right to self-defense."
"And how would you know who's a psychopath or not, Jacob?"
"This …" Jacob held up a small metallic box. "It's an alien device that can scan a brain for deformities."
"So, they could have been stopped?"
"Yeah, man, but it's not on their agenda … Anyways, I need to train you to use these quickly."

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are subscribers now? I remember when they were on Rising their "daily topic" (can't remember what they called it but when each of them picked a topic to analyze) had over 100k views. Yesterday Krystal's daily topic has 57k views and Saagar's has 63k views. Is it because they now have more subscribers? I don't like how they have each segment in a different video so you have to keep clicking different videos instead of just one video with all the segments although I understand they get more money from YT with separate videos.
OR do you think it's not BP but social media in general that seems to be in a decline? I feel like Reddit is slowly dying. Subs where there would be 50+ comments now have less than 5 comments. There are less posts. Often a sub with over 500,000 members only has around 600 people on it at any given time which means 499,500 members don't even bother reading (let along posting) on a sub that they're subscribed to. There are definitely been a change in tone with Reddit the last couple years as some of the dysfunctional Alphabet Mob people have migrated over here (the majority of LBGTQ people are sane, normal people but there is a very small subset of "not using my preferred pronoun is a form of physical violence against me" extremists online who have become increasingly angry, militant and toxic and unfortunately are mods) and there is a CLEAR decline in users on Reddit the past year.
Musk is destroying Twitter. As of 4/15 most people will stop going on it because they won't see the funny interesting content anymore. Only people willing to pay for the lame Twitter Blue. The suppression of the interesting content is the end of Twitter. Tik Tok is about to be banned. Nobody enjoys Facebook anymore (even thought it's lobbyists will get Tik Tok banned it won't bring people back to Facebook), IG is mostly for curated photos not discussions or interesting funny posts like TwitteTik Tok. Snapchat is for tweens and teenagers and even they seem to have lost interest.
Thoughts?

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One thing that's come up for me a few times as a DM is the question of caster rarity. How many people in the world can cast ___-level spells? How should that be adjusted based on how high- or low-magic I've made my setting? What can we infer from this about the corresponding rarity of high-level magic items & effects in the wider campaign world?
After a bit of fiddling and a bit of gin, I landed on the reciprocal of the exponential function, 1/e^x (I've made this graph available to play with at your leisure--this function is the red curve). The constant e is a natural limit of the interest function as compounding becomes continuous, but it shows up in many natural phenomena (e.g. bacterial population growth models), making its reciprocal a great basis for a decay model.
It also helps that, for all x > 0 all the way out to infinity, the area under the curve is basically 1, which is great from a probability distribution standpoint since summing to 1 means you've captured the full space of possibilities.
Conveniently, however, nearly all the area is captured by x = 9, which means that every spell level, including cantrips, can be mapped onto their x values to return a caster rarity.
So, if we assume everybody in your world is in principle capable of casting cantrips (i.e. for x = 0, y = 1, as cantrips in this case are counted as "level 0" spells and y = 1 means that 100% of the population is capable of a minimum level of magic), we show the following:
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x = spell level	% of population	≈ every 1 in ___
0 (cantrip)	100	1
1	36.79	3
2	13.53	7
3	4.98	20
4	1.83	55
5	0.674	148
6	0.248	403
7	0.091	1097
8	0.034	2981
9	0.012	8103

If you need magic to be rarer? Maybe most people don't even have enough magical spark to cast prestidigitation? Just set your starting point further to the right on the curve (using the slider for a) and play it out as normal--the curve never goes below 0, so you have a wide range of options. The next value in the series, for instance, is 4.5 x 10^-5, or roughly 1 in 22000.
I also included a population slider you can play with--taken together with caster rarity, you get the expected number of casters capable of casting at some level (e.g. under the table above, in a world of 3,000,000 beings, just over 2700 can cast at or above 7th level).
Finally/alternatively, I've included a curve and slider using the function ln(1/1-x) as a cumulative power distribution over the whole population. This basically takes the prior curve, flips it 90° counterclockwise around the point where both curves intersect, and looks at magic as a finite resource rather than focusing on spell levels, asking "what percent of the total available magical power is held by b% of the population?"
For instance, the median (50th percentile) value is 0.153--50% of folks in the world share 15.3% of all the magic between them. Looking ahead, we see that 95% of the population accounts for only 80% of the available magic, and 99% of the population for 94.4% of available magic. This maps well onto our intuition that massive quantities of magical energy can be wielded by relatively few, but that the vast majority of aggregate magical potential is held collectively.
Anyway, I know this may seem like a lot of overcomplication for a feature that probably won't be at the forefront of your game, but I think it's at least a useful & consistent way to put some meat on the bones of your framework, not just for distributing magic & casting ability, but for scaling it based on the overall size of your world.
Thanks for reading if you did--may your campaigns be ever joyful and your players ever punctual & prepared.

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I’m currently in a situation with my ex and I just could some advice. Long story short, my (29F) ex (29M) and I dated for about 7 months before ending things. I wanted to make us exclusive and be in a relationship, he wasn’t. He also never really fully opened up about his feelings during the relationship. I always thought part of the reason why he wouldn’t fully open up or want to make things exclusive was because he was scared to get hurt. He was in a very toxic relationship years ago and he went through depression for awhile. He really wanted to continue dating me but take things slow. Another reason why I thought he was like this was because he was still trying to get established in his career and there was always the possibility of him having to move out of state. I know that’s not really an excuse to pull because even though we would be long distance, we could still make it work if we both really wanted to.
Anyways, we broke up 10 months ago. He would reach out to me here and there and I found out he did move to another state. It was very hard for me hearing from him during the breakup because he would never say anything about getting back together. And, I still had feelings for him. So I decided I need to move on from him and told him he needs to leave me alone if he had no intentions of getting back together. He said he would leave me alone. This was almost 2 months ago. Then out of nowhere he reached out to me again a few days ago basically confessing everything to me. Saying he does have feelings for me and has had it for awhile but he was too scared of getting hurt. He said he was a coward for how he acted and he’s done being that way. He also said he sees a future with me and he can’t see himself with anyone besides me. That he’s ready to finally be the man I had so badly wanted him to be. It was everything I wanted to hear. He even told me he has plans to move back home. I was on cloud 9 obviously but also hesitant as well. I told him I needed time to think this through and that I don’t wanna make any rash decisions. I know he needs to prove it to me and that words really mean nothing. I could really use some advice here and maybe hear similar stories from any of you.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Characters, locations, and events are fiction. Any resemblence to real people, dead or alive, is accidental.
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This part is told from Oleg Strelok's perspective
An explosion was heard that night. Divka knew that the explosion was not of their making but of the Zentrans. The explosion was so strong that it shook the earth. The Mag heard closely and found out that the explosion was caused by a chemical reaction at a nearby storage facility. I could not trust anyone’s words until I see the full picture. The explosion happened after ten minutes since the meeting ended. Divka knew that the chemical plant belonged to the Thanites and the latter produced a chemical that is responsible for the many people it killed. It looked like some genocidal tendencies, reminded me of the universe I once lived when Stalin started a purge against dissidents, religious people and even people who believed in their ways of thinking. What I am seeing her is the same thing that happened back home. Divka knew about the chemical and is mostly used by the Innerheimers as a method of execution. It was terrible, these people had no sympathy nor conscience in their souls. They were the true definition of psychopathy. Obsidia is no different than the Soviet Union. Divka asserted that her spies have said that the Thanites have something on their agenda and reported that a chemical is being produced in Zentrum to use on the Zentrans to purge them. It was a grim warning. Divka asserted that the Thanites are planning a possible chemical attack but she asserted that the Zentrans are not stupid and were prepared to survive a chemical attack thanks to the resistance cells and the Balorian cell giving the Zentrans relevant information as well as masks that were supplied by the cells. Divka remembered when she was at the plan, she took a sample of the chemical to the Balorians and her actions is what caused the Balorians to distribute masks in a bid to foil the Thanite agenda. I then realized how Divka pput her life at risk for the sake of all the people trapped in Obsidia. Balor was assisting the dissidents without direct intervention and was doing so covertly without attracting attention. She said that there is an opportunity to storm the Domain. “Don’t be the magistrate” she told us as Shied was jumping to conclusions. The Mag and Divka started to plan a possible strategy to stop the Silamites for good. They both had to work quietly while having a chat between leaders. I was with Shied. I do not know him that well but he was a good man and was worried for his son. He said that the Zentrans are at the verge of a civil war. He heard them discussing from afar and suddenly another explosion happened and then they heard a commotion. Someone went into the tunnel and went into what looked like a room with some kind of a kaleidoscope, I mean that thing people use in submarines. The man turned at me and told me that a civil war started. I wasn’t the only one who heard him. The Mag, Divka and Shied heard him too. It is time for us to witness what we never seen, a civil war between two opposing sides.
The board is set, the pieces are moving.
To be continued...

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As I thought about where to go next, a familiar voice called out to me.
"Hey!" they shouted. "What happened there? You were missing for a day and a half."
I looked over. The woman in the suit stepped into the open bushy area.
"I was taken back," I said. "I had to find my way back here. What happened to you?"
"I'm struggling to remember," she said. "It's… a blur. I got caught off guard by… something… I looked at the time and 1 hour had passed."
"Can you help me with the three murderers?" I asked.
"What I can do is investigate you, and while doing so, you'd be protected from interference. If anything actually happens, we'll just get the police on the phone." she said. "But come on. You need to come with me."
She walked me through the forest. I was glad to be in better hands. I didn't know which agency she was from, so I asked her.
"I'm affiliated with the Directorate of Science and Technology," she said. "CIA."
The CIA? I could only think of the worst things they've done. MK Ultra, enhanced interrogation… hopefully they've toned it down by now.
We walked onto a parking lot with a single black car. She unlocked the doors and told me to get in the passenger seat. I climbed in, buckled up, and hoped for the best. I decided to ask her some questions, as my curiosity was piqued.
"Is it okay if I ask you questions?" I asked.
"Depends on your intention," she said.
"Curiosity… about how much the government knows about my situation," I said.
"Well, yes, but don't push too hard or it'll be suspicious," she said, starting the car.
"The CIA… is investigating anomalies…?"
"Yes," she said. "We are studying natural scientific anomalies. Our goal is to go on a deep dive and discover everything about the physics of our reality. In this case, alternate realities and teleportation."
"How many people like me have been investigated?"
"Not too many to count," she said. "There's incomplete to no evidence for most of them."
"Was the Man from Taured real?"
"Man from Taured?" she asked.
I explained the story to her.
"Oh, no, that's an urban myth," she said.
"Any similar stories?" I asked.
"There was a man who mysteriously appeared at an airport in Virginia," she said. "That's all I can tell you at your level."
"Is NASA involved in this?"
"That's a bit above what I can tell you," she said.
"How long has the investigation into anomalies been going on for?" I asked.
"The 90s," she said.
"This is so interesting," I said.
"I'll give you a non-disclosure form to sign," she said. "Until then, I'm going to put the radio on."
"Am I asking too much?"
"No, not at all," she said. "It's just that it's going to take six more hours to get to where you live, so we're definitely going to need some music."
She turned the radio on. A Pop music station was playing The Weeknd and 21 Savage. Seemed normal enough. Nothing was off about the instrumentation or vocals. I relaxed myself, bracing for the rest of the long ride.
I caved in and asked her if I could receive full time protection from my alternate self, despite what she already told me.
"A helicopter is going to circle the area and scan for anomalous signals while 15 agents watch the area," she said. "They're just part of the investigation though. I'll need evidence of danger in order to act against said danger."
Luckily, all those agents were going to be around, so if my claims were proven true, I would be defended. It was nice to hear. I could rest assured, but I wasn't feeling right about the timing. What if my alternate self got tired of chasing me around, then shot me with something he pulled from some alternate reality I've never been to before? I could try to predict what those realities may be, but we didn't have the exact same things happen to us over the past six years, so there was no certainty.
As we drove through rural Pennsylvania, I asked her some things about me.
"How much do you guys know about alternate realities?"
"What I can tell you is we have always speculated about parallel realities. We didn't have much evidence until the 2000s when there was a sudden uptick in anomalous events that pointed to the existence of realities parallel to our own. Again, most of the time, we'd have little to no evidence of the alleged travels, but also little to no evidence disproving those travels. We have images and videos of stuff anomalous people took that we have hidden in our databases that we're… unsure of. The footage we've gotten from you is stuff I've never seen before. But anyway, we've run test after test after test. It's not safe for us to go in ourselves, so we only have what's alleged."
"So no teams came into our reality to talk to us?" I asked.
"We've witnessed anomalies in which people who looked like agents followed… well… other anomalous stuff into this reality, then, brought them back into a portal. We have no idea who they are. They've never spoken to us. Do you know who they are?"
"No," I said. "I've never seen or heard of them before. They must be chasing chaotic things."
"Sometimes they bring people here," she said. "We investigate those people, it turns out they're from here, and they start talking about… terrible places."
"How long has that been going on?" I asked.
"Late 2018," she said. "Even we feel like stuff is being kept hidden from us. We have agents in blue, but they're only one level above mine."
"I mean, I've been to 485 realities… or… well… 490 realities now, and I've never been contacted by them," I said.
"490?" She asked. "Are there any you don't mind talking about?"
"Oh boy," I said. "I've been to realities where the sun was half its size, the Earth had two moons, zombie apocalypses, zombie endemics, a reality where the dinosaurs were still around, where Mu was a real continent… it might sound like I'm ripping stuff from YouTube alternate history videos, but those are some of the ones I was curious about going to."
"Do you have any evidence of you being in these realities?" she asked.
"Well… I've taken some pictures," I said. "But not a lot. As I told you before though, I would like to go back and film all the interesting stuff."
She nodded her head.
"Are these pictures on your phone?"
"Yes, you'll find some on there," I said. "Just look for ones of pink sunsets, very realistic dinosaurs, dilapidated cities, and advanced technology. Smart homes and such. Oh, and I have some pictures I took in personally interesting realities too, so there's those ones, but it'll look like I just edited some webpages or found deleted scenes."
She nodded her head.
"Can you tell me about these personally interesting realities?" she asked.
"They're not very serious, but… I guess if it's important because… alternative realities…" I said, unsure of how much of the lesser serious stuff I was able to explain.
"You're under investigation," she said. "You need to tell me everything you know."
"I've been to realities where certain hyped up video games had been announced and released, where certain singers were much more popular, where one of my favourite shows went on as normal despite the pandemic. It was pretty interesting…"
"Try not to bring any personal opinions into this," she said. "This is just an investigation. We need unbiased information."
"Yes, of course," I said.
"Can you tell me of a specific one of those realities?" she asked.
"There was one where video of the Austin J. Tobin plaza on 9/11 was never lost," I said. "Whoever decided to call it LOL SUPERMAN back in 2006 was a piece of shit. I just wanted to see a rare historical angle."
She nodded her head.
"So, lost footage of historical events?" she asked.
"Not just lost footage," I said. "Unknown information. What if certain things were easy to figure out and had been figured out?"
"Anymore examples?" she asked.
"Well, I found out what happened to that Malaysian flight that went missing," I said. "I'm not sure I want to go there though, in case it turned out to actually be different from this reality."
"Anything else then?"
"I found out who shot JFK by going to a reality in which the shooter was identified," I said. "That sounds like it would be important to you."
"If you're sure of any details potentially being the same as those in our reality, you can tell us," she said. "But remember, we won't just believe everything you say. We'd need to travel to the realities in question for proper evidence."
I told her who the shooter was, then I got in over my head telling her everything else about my travels. I gave her every last detail of most of the other realities I have traveled to. I guess I never opened up about them. It helped me escape the anxiety I had about my alternate self. I was actually having some fun above the fear. I knew it was going to end soon, but with traveling to about 500 different realities, I learned to just live in the moment.
As we drove into Aurora, I was fidgeting with my hands. It was half an hour away. I asked the agent one last thing.
"Is there any advice you can give me?" I asked.
"Lure your alternate self into your room and get him to use the alleged device," she said. "As you've implied, we may have a small window of opportunity here. As I've said, we will be watching you. We have five plans for this scenario. Each one of them is committed to ethics and morality."
Well, it assured me once again. But not completely. With the unpredictability of this, it seemed just as likely things were going to get messy as it was for everything to turn out to be fine.
As we pulled into the driveway, I was frozen. This was it. It was time to face my alternate self. I climbed out of the car, expecting to be shot at any second. I gently opened the door. Once I could peek my head in, I did so gently. Nobody was around.
"Hello?" I shouted.
Nobody answered. I climbed the stairs and checked the living room. No one was there. The silence was killing me. The doors to the other rooms were closed, but I wasn't going to check them anyway. I needed to be in my room. When I walked into my room, nobody was in there. Thank god. I looked out my window. A black helicopter flew in the distance, probably just posing as a training exercise helicopter. I looked at the driveway. The agent was sitting in her car, talking into a radio.
My guts were tight. It was only a matter of time before my alternate self arrived. As I looked at the agent's car, I wondered if there was an alternative to having me face my alternate self. As I thought to myself, I heard three familiar voices. I looked in the direction they were coming from. When the three walked into my view, my stomach clenched harder. I sat beneath the window and listened in on what they were saying.
"It was so satisfying when she stepped on those nails," Billy said.
"Yeah and she was like oh my god! No!" Alternate me said.
The three chuckled in unison.
"And that was the 200th alternate Nicole we killed too," Billy said.
"Yeah… wait," alternate me said. "Who's car is that?"
"The light's on up there," Ian said. "Someone's home."
Well… I hope this ends well.
The front door creaked open. I felt like sinking as I heard their footsteps come in.
"Hello?" Billy shouted as she, along with the others, stepped in. The thumps of footsteps came up the stairs. What was going to be their first reaction? The footsteps got closer and closer, then Billy stepped into view. She looked into the room and stopped. Her eyes widened up.
"Nicole?" she asked. "How?"
I explained to her the whole government agent situation. How I explained every reality I visited. Then I told her if she tries anything, government agents are watching and they will intervene. There was a look of frustration on her face as I gave the warning. She opened her mouth, but then alternate me walked up behind her. She expressed the same amount of surprise.
"What's going on here?" Alternate me asked.
Billy repeated to my alternate self what I had just said. After hearing about what was happening, my alternate self had a confused look on her face.
"How aren't you dead?"
"I guess that place wasn't dangerous enough," I taunted.
Alternate me took out her device and pressed the big button, opening the portal. Her look of confusion turned into a look of determination.
"Step back in," she said. "Right now."
"I'm going to do what makes me comfortable," I said. I stood still, worrying she'd get aggressive, but remembering she wasn't strong enough to pound me.
The front door creaked open again. Multiple footsteps rushed up the stairs. Billy walked up to me, with the deepest look of frustration on her face, and grabbed my hands. I pulled my hands away, but Nicole and Ian walked up to me and grabbed me tight. While I was acting confident, I still felt as if I was about to throw up. I didn't want to go back to that reality. Come to think of it, I no longer wanted to go to any unfamiliar horrific reality for another year. Flashbacks of me watching people hit the ground and explode, seeing the tentacle creatures eat people, and the specks of death flying around all kept popping into my head and triggering anxiety attacks. I needed a break for the sake of my mental health.
I slowly attempted to move, but the three grabbed me tighter in response. I begged for them to let me go, even though I knew it wouldn't work. The dread was only getting deeper. The three brought me over to the portal, and with an overbearing strength, they pushed me back in.
I fell and landed on my back. I stared up at the ceiling, letting myself lay on the soft carpeted floor, wondering why I was still alive.
Well… hopefully I live, right?
I got back up, then I looked out the window. A distant trail of black smoke outlined the horizon. What made it worse was the dead silence. It was pretty surreal.
A light began to reflect in the window. I looked behind me. The portal was open again. A man in tactical gear walked out, stepping onto the floor. He asked me to come with him. As I took a step towards him, something pushed him forwards, straight into me. I fell backwards into the wall with a thud. The man stumbled over to the wall on my right and regained his posture as the Billy, Ian, and alternate me marched out of the portal. Alternate me closed the portal, then walked up to me. Looking me dead in the eyes, she spoke with deep frustration.
"Please understand that I just want you to feel bad for me."
"Um… you want to torture me," I said, still seriously not understanding her logic. "And I want to be comfortable and not scared because I'm about to die."
"You're so stupid," she replied.
"What is going on here?" asked the man in the gear.
Alternate me pointed her device at the man and pressed the button. A portal opened up under the man's feet, causing him to fall. I watched as the portal closed, hoping he wasn't sent to a different gruesome reality.
Two men in suits carrying handguns ran out of the portal. They asked us to freeze and pay attention to them. As they explained they needed us to follow some instructions for research purposes, the front door creaked open. Who could that even be at this point?
"Who's in here?" a male voice shouted.
"I think that's my dad," I said. "But an alternate one of course."
One of the agents walked out into the hallway. He told the man there was a classified investigation happening so he had to stay out of the bedroom. What he responded with chilled me.
"Alright, I see. I guess it has to do with my daughter's death? I know you can't tell me much but I'm looking for someone to talk to after she and her mother were… killed in Richmond Hill."
It was about time I thought more about my parallel self from the reality of the Giant Attacks. It was like speculating on what the fictionalized version of you would be doing in movies like the 2005 remake of War of the Worlds or 2012. Except this was a reality. Another parallel version of me died.
I felt a pain on my neck again. I glanced at my alternate self. She was smiling, Ian was giving me an evil glare, and Billy was giving me a look of disgust while resting her hands on her hips. That was the last thing I saw before I woke up sitting up against a wall in what looked like a bank. There were five others, all looking to be in different age groups, sitting across the room, in the corner to my left. Billy was standing in the middle of the room, speaking to them.
"No one is going to spoil this for me," she said. "I'm going to take the reality hopping stuff further. You know there's realities where advanced weapons exist in easy to use ways. You know there are realities where stuff that's unknown to us has been learned and is very well known. I could learn so much about the universe."
"Please… can I call somebody?" asked one of the older men. "It's not the police, I swear."
She walked into a room on my right. About a minute later, she walked out with a plastic box. She set the box on the ground, then she looked at the group.
"Give your phones to me," she said. "Put them in this box."
The hostages pulled out their phones, stood up, walked over to the box, and dropped their phones in. Then they went back to their spots.
She walked into the room again, this time returning with a water bottle. She twisted the cap off, then she threw it in my direction. She poured water into the bin. The five had distraught faces. The girl kept dumping water into the bin until the bottle was empty. She then threw the bottle at me. She carried the bin over to the five, then she set it down in front of the woman who talked.
"You can take your phones back now."
Alternate me and Ian walked in through the front doors. They raised their eyebrows, looking at Billy as she looked back at them.
"What are you doing?" Ian asked.
"I drowned their phones," Billy said. "Is it time to make them watch?"
"Yes, let's cut to the chase," Alternate me said. She glared at me, staring into my eyes with her usual look of entitled anger. "Nicole, we're tired of chasing you. I'm going to make sure you die here, and I'm going to make sure those people watch it happen."
She pulled out a chrome blue handgun with a design I had never seen before. She walked past Billy, then stopped a couple meters away from me. She pointed the gun at my forehead. There was no higher level of dread I could feel. It was time. In the back of my mind, I knew something like this was going to happen. My alternate self was going to get me somehow, somewhere. Part of me doubted it, as I didn't know what I would've done if I were psychotic and angry. I felt like time was slowing down.
"What k-kind of gun is that?" I asked, expecting little to no explanation.
"It's a brand that gives you the illusion of slowed time while pumping your nerves and organs with sharp pinching robots until you bleed out," she said. "It's from a reality where pain is always ensured as anybody dies."
I shook. Of course she'd explain it with that much detail. I was going out in pain, because of course I was. My alternate self knows all the personal events that have built up to my fear of dying in pain. There was nothing I could say, nothing I could do.
"No," Billy said.
"I need this," Ian said.
A gunshot rang out, striking Ian in the head. He fell to the tiled floor. The people in the corner twitched. The older ones covered their mouths while the younger ones looked more distraught. Alternate me turned around.
"What the hell are you doing?!" she shouted.
"It's best if I do this alone," Billy said.
"Well… I… okay… it doesn't matter," alternate me said. "Don't shoot me."
"As long as you don't interfere, I'll leave you alone," Billy said.
Alternate me pulled the trigger. My stomach was struck an excruciating pain. A painful tingling ran up to my face and down my legs. Alternate me lowered the gun and stared into my eyes with her look of determination. The tingling grew stronger. The excruciating painful bites started on my intestines, making me twitch. I laid on my side, almost jumping at every bite. My stomach and kidneys were the next to be bitten. I wailed. The tingling had grown strong enough to make me lightheaded.
"When will this fucking end?!" I screamed.
The pain was too excruciating for me to talk anymore, so I accepted those as my final words.
Screams echoed from somewhere outside. Billy stepped outside and looked to her left. As the screams continued, she walked towards their source, out of my view.
"Billy!" alternate me shouted. She walked up to the front doors. "Stay there or each of you get what Nicole has," she said, looking at the five hostages. As she pushed the doors open, a white light illuminated everything in the room. Alternate me stopped and looked back at the source of the light. A dark haired woman stepped out. She looked the room over, which included her making eye contact with me. I didn't see a way out of what was happening to my organs, so I didn't bother to scream for help.
The portal woman looked at my alternate self.
"Can you explain to me what's happening here?" the portal woman asked.
"I'm defending myself against my fake alternate self," alternate me said. "Who are you?"
"Agent Arilyn Campbell," the portal woman said.
Arilyn held her gun up at my alternate self's forehead and pulled the trigger. A silver dart struck her. She opened her mouth, but froze before she could speak. Arilyn walked up to her, then she pulled out a handheld device. She held the device up to my alternate self's face. From my angle, I could see a brain was going on. Different parts of my alternate self's brain were lit up. A minute into the scanning, POV videos of walking down side walks, riding in advanced cars, and using advanced phones played.
"So you're the one who's from reality 57470.1 in relation to this reality," Arilyn said. "Let's look at your wrongdoings."
The cool POVs switched to POVs of planting bombs, running people over, throwing people in front of trains, shooting people speaking to an audience, shooting people in various government buildings, drowning people, pushing somebody into a portal, shooting somebody with a glowing blue gun… it wasn't until I watched the repeated portal shoves that I realized the ones in the videos before all had the same oval head shape and facial feature orchestration as me. I had watched my death a couple dozen times over.
Arilyn slid the scanner into her vest.
"I'm taking you in," she said. She put my alternate self's hands in cuffs. This was amazing! I guess there is a team or two out there! Arilyn sprinted up to me. She took a smaller handheld scanner out of her vest and held it up to my face.
"Fuck," she said under her breath. "I'll be right back. Stay here while I get you something."
She took her device out of her vest and opened a portal. She ran into it, leaving me with my frozen alternate self and the shocked looking hostages. My shirt was soaked in tears. My nose, my hands… were red. I threw up on the floor. The portal reopened, then Arilyn sprinted out with a glowing red handgun. She knelt down in front of me, pointed the gun at my stomach, then pulled the trigger. A force hit my stomach. As I squirmed some more, the biting stopped. The tingling began to decrease. The tingling was going back down to the wound. Yes! Arilyn put the gun in her vest, then she pulled out some eye drops she put into both of my eyes. Within a minute, I was in a state of euphoric calmness I hadn't felt in years. Arilyn finished up by putting a bandage over my stomach.
"I'm going to get you to a surgeon for some repairs," she said.
"You're awesome," I said, slipping further into a euphoric high.
Arilyn stood up and walked up to my alternate self. I was glad this was ending, and that I was going to get to stay alive. Arilyn's equipment looked quite advanced. Maybe she was from my alternate self's home reality. That would be quite the narrow-minded assumption, however, considering all the advanced realities there has to be.
Arilyn opened another portal, beside my alternate self. She then grabbed my alternate self by the hands and dragged her into the light.
Three minutes after having left, the portal opened back up. Arilyn stepped out with a look of relief. I made eye contact with her. She looked into my eyes with a look of concern. She closed the portal, then she opened a new one to my left. I noticed right then the hostages in the corner were staring in my direction… likely at the portal, with looks of determination on their faces. Concern accompanied the determination when a certain growling noise echoed in from outside. From the sound of it, it wasn't too far away.
Two paramedics came out of the portal with a stretcher. I was carried onto the stretcher, laid down in a direction giving me a view of the front doors. The growl got louder and louder. A tentacle creature ran in front of the doors, stopping as it saw me. Chills ran down my spine, even despite the medical drug I was put on. It's appearance was still so uncanny. As the paramedics looked me over, there was a bang at the doors, followed by a clicking sound. The hostages' eyes widened. There was another growl, and with that, the hostages got up and ran towards the portal. The paramedics moved to either side of the stretcher and wheeled me through the portal.
"We don't have room for them," said the medic behind me.
On the other side, the portal closed right behind the medic pushing me, revealing a concrete wall. It was over. Well, sort of. I was wheeled down a concrete hallway with windowless steel doors. I was taken into one of the rooms. A surgery room, where I was asked a couple questions about medication, then I was given an anesthesia pill.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"It's best if we let Agent Campbell choose whether to give you that information," the medic said as he put an oxygen mask on my face.
Some time later, I woke up near a waiting room. A flat TV hung off the ceiling above me. A news channel was on. A female reporter talked about released footage of a cyberterrorist's terrifying memories of shooting hostages in the head. Apparently the footage was released via the Freedom of Information Act, and that they captured the terrorist's memories using a brain scanner called HICS.
Am I in some future reality or something?
The date was on the top of the screen, but only the month and day. June 18th.
What year is it?
In the midst of my confusion, Arilyn stepped into the room.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Better," I said. "A little bit drowsy too, of course."
"Well once the anesthesia wears off, I'll take you back to your reality," Arilyn said.
Great! I was finally going back to the comfort of my home reality. All I needed to do was start the discussion about multiverse journalism. I'm going to hold off on going to the darkest realities for about a year, so until then, I plan on going to the tamer realities.
"I just have one question," I told Arilyn.
"Yes?" Arilyn asked.
"I want to become a journalist," I said. "But I want to record the events of different realities. Is there an extra reality hopping device I can have?"
"Well, I could work something out," I said. "But only because when you were asleep, I scanned your memories and saw many of the realities you have gone to. You have much more experience than I do, and it seems you have learned from your reality hopping mistakes. I know I've learned from mine. Hold on a second."
Arilyn stepped out of the room. Once she was gone, I remembered Billy. She said some things, then she left the building. Hopefully she was caught as well. If Arilyn caught my alternate self, she had to have caught Billy too, right?
Anyway, I have a lot of work to do. I'm posting this from an alternate reality on a computer that's able to send signals to different realities. It's pretty cool. I might not give any updates for a while, if I ever do. If I never update again, don't worry. I'm just busy.

First off this a repost from myself that I placed in another group and multiple people suggest I also post it here. So D Day will be a year on April 24. My wife had a 4 month long EA then PA. With an old crush. We have been work in g it out and had our ups and downs, but overall we are moving in the right direction. I still struggle that maybe she hasn't told me everything and at times I'm still angry. Today I ran into a conversation that used to happen a lot but over that last year it hadn't come up. You see my wife is nice and little and pretty and when people meet her they all love her. I was always proud of her and always felt happy that I got someone so sweet and beautiful. People would always joke and asks how I landed my wife and if I had money. I don't really like my appearance. So today for the first time since DDay one of my coworkers was speaking about how he was not able to find woman that he could relate to or that shared his values. This immediately made me upset and nervous. He then said "I wish I could find someone like your wife". I tried to shrug IG off and say that no one was prefect and that ever has flaws. He just kept saying it and how she was so nice and that I was so lucky. That she is the kind of woman that would always treat me right and that I didn't have to worry about her. I almost started crying in the middle of work. He left and I went into a room by myself and broke down. I'm not good at making friends and the only friend of mine that knows about my wife's affair is my brother in-law. I live the guy, but he has the emotional range of a gold fish. It's was just so heart breaking in that moment. I feel deflated. Thanks for read just had to tell someone.
Also I didn’t make this clear in the other post. My wife has always told me to tell anyone I need to and she hat she I stood that anything negative that occurred was her fault. She has never told me to not tell anyone. My family are very bad people and I don’t not speak to them. They would be no help or comfort. I made my wife tell her mother and father and my sister and brother in law. I told the AP BW and his family and I almost in my anger told his teenage son. I didn’t involve his child because I didn’t want to be spiteful.

I grew up pentacostal and had extreme religious ocd to the point where it was in my nightmares. A lot of it was triggered by a crisis in faith. I grew up in an environment where homosexuality and trans people weren't tolerated at all, so I used to hold those beliefs. When I was in my late teens and slowly realized I was bisexual, it scared me and tried to suppress it as much as possible. Couple that with the fact that I was being more exposed to people of other genders and sexualities and realizing that these people weren't attention seekers, it caused a serious crisis. This is around the time my ROCD developed.
These thoughts were frequent and debilitating and it got so bad I thought I was legitimately going to hell. I didn't even feel comfortable talking to others about my distress bc I felt like if I spoke the compulsions out loud I'd damn my soul forever. At one point it got so intense I was in my room in tears listening to gospel songs feeling compelled to beg for forgiveness. To this day I'm not even sure if that was an actual religious experience or a mental breakdown.
I'm currently agnostic and these thoughts are very quiet. They're still there but I don't feel the need to compulse as much and since I'm no longer religious these thoughts no longer have power over me. However, I have been considering exploring religion again (not anything hateful) since I'm at a better point in my life. Deep down though I'm scared that if I start getting involved in any faith then the thoughts will come back stronger. How do I get past this fear, and what can I do if it does?