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A place to meet with Redditors from the Phoenix/Central AZ area. No R4R or NSFW content, you will be immediately banned.
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Pokemon Go players in the Phoenix Metro area. Let's talk Pokemon, gyms, strategy, and meet-ups!
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2023.03.24 03:37 Rough_Maintenance306 I’m a Chemistry graduate trying to do something with my life but what am I doing wrong? 26(M)

Hello. I hope you’re all well. I’m a Chemistry Bachelors graduate who got decent grades all my life, including university, and I went to a pretty good one. I graduated back in 2019 and took a few months off due to the loss of a loved one I never had the time to get over. I was never the best or brightest student but I gave every moment I had towards my study. Later on in that same year I started applying to some graduate schemes. I made sure I was eligible for them of course and because most of them were numerate based such as finance, I figured that while competition was to be expected, I should have stood a pretty decent chance. Unfortunately I didn’t seem to, although it’s worth mentioning at the time that my CV was nowhere near as good as it is now.
I was offered a couple of jobs in early 2020 but they fell through seemingly due to the pandemic. In 2021 I still had a lot of rejections but I lucked out with a lab job during COVID. I enjoyed the colleagues I worked with, though the job itself was not enjoyable and neither were a couple of supervisors I had to work under. Still, I’d like to think I gave it my all by doing my workload first and then seeing how I could aide others. It may not sound like much but it was for the most part, unskilled labour so that was the best I could do at the time. In any case, it was a contract role and we weren’t needed for very long as COVID started to die down. The job also payed minimum wage. Keep that in mind for later.
I kept tutoring for a while but lucked into another contract job, though I will admit it wasn’t really something I saw myself enjoying. It was a role managing data for a department of local government. I wish I could say more but it’s probably best not to. The pay was much better and I did enjoy the people I worked with from time to time, however the role was almost 100% remote and there was little to no mentorship for me in a department I couldn’t have possibly known about beforehand. I studied even on weekends to try to get to better grips with the job, but I’m afraid while I was grateful for the opportunity, I found it overall uninteresting and lonely, and again, I wasn’t remotely passionate about the sector I was working in. In case you were wondering, I had in fact applied for a different job at the council but was offered another job instead, so I wanted to see how/where I’d fit in and what skills I could contribute. My contract lasted a month longer than my employers initially intended, and they thanked me for my work when they didn’t have to (remember, I was an expendable temp), so I’m hoping that’s at least a good sign, but I agree that that job wasn’t for me.
The truth is I don’t really know what I want to do. I’m going to have to disappoint any detractors by saying that further study such as a Masters or PhD is out of the question for me unless it’s in the form of an apprenticeship. I don’t care enough about anything to put myself in more student debt and I know someone who has proven that more education isn’t a slam dunk solution. She’s done at least 2 PhD’s, having applied for jobs where the hiring manager told her she was more qualified than they were. One of her PhD’s was in my own subject - Chemistry. All the jobs she wanted rejected her because “she didn’t have the right experience”, so now she’s the manager of a supermarket. Even if I’m destined to be a fool who doesn’t have his dreams fulfilled, I’d rather be a fool who got to save his money, not to say that she was a fool, mind you. She just loves studying, whereas I just want to get stuck into the working world. This is not to mention that people have rightly suggested that my pursuing any kind of further education, whether formal or informal, will, 1.) not make up for a lack of experience and 2.) make me come across as work-shy, meaning I look like I’m not ready to enter the workforce, even if I actually am.
I’m willing to work in science and have applied for some jobs that I am again eligible for, not limited to a medical lab assistant. I’m overqualified for a couple of those positions but I’m hoping that won’t be held against me. I’m satisfied with the pay and do see it as a fantastic learning opportunity regardless. I even have at least a couple more in mind that I will apply for in due time. But my interests vary. I’m willing and eager to learn more about technology and/or finance. Whichever path I am able to go down, I see myself learning a valuable life skill that everyone should consider learning as technology and financial management become more important both professionally and personally. Subsequently, I have been applying for tech and finance grad schemes, not limited to Data Analysis, IT Support and Accounting. All of which accept STEM graduates. I’ve been dabbling on Coursera and Udemy looking at qualifications such as the Azure DP-900, AZ-900 and the CompTIA A+ exam, but I know that passing the exams alone won’t necessarily help me. I even managed to teach myself SQL, but I know that disregarding luck, those alone won’t help me.
It’s an unfortunate conundrum because how else am I supposed to prove myself without experience I can’t get?
Thanks to this and an unfortunate run in with an unsympathetic career coach who actually thought I was worth less than minimum wage, I lost confidence in myself and subsequently my enthusiasm to study, although I’m determined to pick myself back up and at the very least, have not stopped applying. I never intend to work in unskilled labour again. I’m IT literate, well educated, have a decent work ethic, empathetic and I get on reasonably well with people. There must be something for me and yet I feel so useless. I feel like I am trying to make something of myself but I’m just not enough for this world. To say I feel behind at my age would be a complete understatement. I don’t want to give up on my life. I’ve come so far, I have other ambitions, again both professional and personal and there are people who believe in me. It’s just unfortunate that right now, I couldn’t blame them if they were disappointed.
P.S. It may be obvious that my self-esteem has taken a hit, but before anyone makes a suggestion, yes I am arranging to see a therapist about it, although it’s taking ages. Also for context, I live in a Western country.
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2023.03.24 03:28 Rough_Maintenance306 I’m a Chemistry graduate regretting my life 26(M)

Hello. I hope you’re all well. I’m a Chemistry Bachelors graduate who got decent grades all my life, including university, and I went to a pretty good one. I graduated back in 2019 and took a few months off due to the loss of a loved one I never had the time to get over. I was never the best or brightest student but I gave every moment I had towards my study. Later on in that same year I started applying to some graduate schemes. I made sure I was eligible for them of course and because most of them were numerate based such as finance, I figured that while competition was to be expected, I should have stood a pretty decent chance. Unfortunately I didn’t seem to, although it’s worth mentioning at the time that my CV was nowhere near as good as it is now.
I was offered a couple of jobs in early 2020 but they fell through seemingly due to the pandemic. In 2021 I still had a lot of rejections but I lucked out with a lab job during COVID. I enjoyed the colleagues I worked with, though the job itself was not enjoyable and neither were a couple of supervisors I had to work under. Still, I’d like to think I gave it my all by doing my workload first and then seeing how I could aide others. It may not sound like much but it was for the most part, unskilled labour so that was the best I could do at the time. In any case, it was a contract role and we weren’t needed for very long as COVID started to die down. The job also payed minimum wage. Keep that in mind for later.
I kept tutoring for a while but lucked into another contract job, though I will admit it wasn’t really something I saw myself enjoying. It was a role managing data for a department of local government. I wish I could say more but it’s probably best not to. The pay was much better and I did enjoy the people I worked with from time to time, however the role was almost 100% remote and there was little to no mentorship for me in a department I couldn’t have possibly known about beforehand. I studied even on weekends to try to get to better grips with the job, but I’m afraid while I was grateful for the opportunity, I found it overall uninteresting and lonely, and again, I wasn’t remotely passionate about the sector I was working in. In case you were wondering, I had in fact applied for a different job at the council but was offered another job instead, so I wanted to see how/where I’d fit in and what skills I could contribute. My contract lasted a month longer than my employers initially intended, and they thanked me for my work when they didn’t have to (remember, I was an expendable temp), so I’m hoping that’s at least a good sign, but I agree that that job wasn’t for me.
The truth is I don’t really know what I want to do. I’m going to have to disappoint any detractors by saying that further study such as a Masters or PhD is out of the question for me unless it’s in the form of an apprenticeship. I don’t care enough about anything to put myself in more student debt and I know someone who has proven that more education isn’t a slam dunk solution. She’s done at least 2 PhD’s, having applied for jobs where the hiring manager told her she was more qualified than they were. One of her PhD’s was in my own subject - Chemistry. All the jobs she wanted rejected her because “she didn’t have the right experience”, so now she’s the manager of a supermarket. Even if I’m destined to be a fool who doesn’t have his dreams fulfilled, I’d rather be a fool who got to save his money, not to say that she was a fool, mind you. She just loves studying, whereas I just want to get stuck into the working world. This is not to mention that people have rightly suggested that my pursuing any kind of further education, whether formal or informal, will, 1.) not make up for a lack of experience and 2.) make me come across as work-shy, meaning I look like I’m not ready to enter the workforce, even if I actually am.
I’m willing to work in science and have applied for some jobs that I am again eligible for, not limited to a medical lab assistant. I’m overqualified for a couple of those positions but I’m hoping that won’t be held against me. I’m satisfied with the pay and do see it as a fantastic learning opportunity regardless. I even have at least a couple more in mind that I will apply for in due time. But my interests vary. I’m willing and eager to learn more about technology and/or finance. Whichever path I am able to go down, I see myself learning a valuable life skill that everyone should consider learning as technology and financial management become more important both professionally and personally. Subsequently, I have been applying for tech and finance grad schemes, not limited to Data Analysis, IT Support and Accounting. All of which accept STEM graduates. I’ve been dabbling on Coursera and Udemy looking at qualifications such as the Azure DP-900, AZ-900 and the CompTIA A+ exam, but I know that passing the exams alone won’t necessarily help me. I even managed to teach myself SQL, but I know that disregarding luck, those alone won’t help me.
It’s an unfortunate conundrum because how else am I supposed to prove myself without experience I can’t get?
Thanks to this and an unfortunate run in with an unsympathetic career coach who actually thought I was worth less than minimum wage, I lost confidence in myself and subsequently my enthusiasm to study, although I’m determined to pick myself back up and at the very least, have not stopped applying. I never intend to work in unskilled labour again. I’m IT literate, well educated, have a decent work ethic, empathetic and I get on reasonably well with people. There must be something for me and yet I feel so useless. I feel like I am trying to make something of myself but I’m just not enough for this world. To say I feel behind at my age would be a complete understatement. I don’t want to give up on my life. I’ve come so far, I have other ambitions, again both professional and personal and there are people who believe in me. It’s just unfortunate that right now, I couldn’t blame them if they were disappointed.
P.S. It may be obvious that my self-esteem has taken a hit, but before anyone makes a suggestion, yes I am arranging to see a therapist about it, although it’s taking ages. Also for context, I live in a Western country.
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2023.03.23 23:05 okayorlando Moving from AZ to MA

Hi all! I'm looking to move from Arizona to Massachusetts and would like some general advice/tips on the area. I'm looking to rent an apartment on the eastern side of the state (near Billerica due to my job) but I'm not sure what areas are safe yet affordable. If anyone has any advice or knowledge about anything relating to MA, that would be great! It's very different compared to AZ, so anything is appreciated.
Edit: I plan on living with roommates, but I'd like to pay around $1200 for myself. I'm college-age and looking to go back to grad school within the next year or so, so my budget is pretty low. Would prefer to live in a town with people my age, too.
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2023.03.23 18:40 grey_cries AITA for starting to hate my best friend?

My best friend (F20), let's refer to her as Sue, and I (NB 18) have been close for nearly four years now. She's always been a little overbearing due to her anxiety and mild OCD (as she always wanted to blame it on), but I always understood where she was coming from. My grandpa was very similar to her, in a sense, so I had first-hand prior experience and understood how I could be of help to her occasionally.
We both attend college in our hometown in rural Kentucky and planned a trip to Nashville over spring break around three weeks ago. We were super excited as the trip got closer and really wanted to experience life without our over-brooding parents. Once the trip got a little closer, we started bickering a little more than normal over small stuff but I assumed it was just because we were both anxious about the trip. On the day we left, we were both very happy and hadn't argued at all. The trip was only about two hours and we spent the whole time just singing along to the radio and having a good time. No issues arose til we arrived at the hotel.
I've always been a little slower mentally and have issues picking up on social cues. When we arrived at the hotel, we went up to the desk for our key and such when the lady handed me a set of "cocktail tickets" as she called them. I informed the lady that neither one of us were old enough to drink and that we wouldn't be needing them. It was only a few sheets of paper, but I'm big on no waste so I gave them back so I didn't have to throw them away. Sue was pissed when we walked back out to the car afterward claiming that "we could have gotten drunk." I informed her that not only would they have ID'd at the bar, but that I had no intention to do anything illegal on the trip. She stayed angry after that and ended up leaving me to carry most of our stuff in, including: a 36 case of Dr. Pepper, all the food we had packed for the trip, four large duffle bags of clothes, and a case of water. All she bothered to carry was her two small bags.
I got over it a few minutes later and never brought it back up. It took her a few hours but eventually she started talking to me again and we enjoyed the rest of the night. It all went downhill from then. The next day, we spent most of it at the Opry Mills mall. It was the part of the trip she was most excited about as she's a big shopper. We went through a few smaller stores in the mall where she just continued to purchase stuff. We walked into a few more stores where she spent about 30 minutes in each one trying to buy something for her parents. I was okay with waiting for her to pick something out for them, but at every store she made it about her parents, complained about how she missed her family and how she'd rather be at home, and consistently ask me if her mom or dad would like this or that, people that I know very little about. Eventually, we moved on and stopped at Starbucks for a moment so I could get something to drink. All of a sudden, she starts freaking out asking me if I have her bag from Five Below. I told her I didn't have it and if she would wait just a moment for my drink to come out, we could go retrace our steps. She calms a little bit and waits outside the line, but the second I get my drink, she literally starts running in the opposite direction for a $5 item, despite me expressing to her numerous times that I didn't want to be separated for even a moment because we're in an unfamiliar place.
I eventually caught up with her and found where she left her bag. As we continued, we stopped for a moment at the Vans store because she had mentioned that she wanted to get a new pair of shoes. While she was looking, I saw a pair I liked and asked her what she thought of them, expressing that I thought they were cute and that I wanted to get them. She told me that she thought I didn't need them, which instantly made me feel bad about wanting to get them. She told me I needed to save money for the rest of the trip (the one I budgeted for) and said if I spent too much I wouldn't have money left over. I told her that I had only bought one thing today, a $6 lanyard for my younger sister and that she has practically spent two of her paychecks today and I can't buy a $40 pair of shoes? Additionally, I brought way more money on this trip than she did. She took what she wanted out in cash before we left while I brought all my bank and credit cards. I also work two jobs and over 50 hours a week while she works one minimum wage job 20 hours a week. She got very upset and continued looking. I ended up putting the shoes back and walked over to her when she got upset that I hadn't bought the shoes. I told her I didn't want them anymore and she got upset about that too.
We had mentioned before that we wanted to go to a restaurant in the mall, The Rainforest Cafe. When we got there, not only was the food very expensive (something I knew she couldn't afford) but the room was very loud and had bright flashing lights. I have very intense sensory issues and asked her if we could leave. I told her I would buy her lunch elsewhere if we could just go. When we walked out, she was Guess what?! angry again, saying that the restaurant was expensive because we got a "show" with it. But I continued to tell her that it was too loud in there for me and I didn't want to pay for an experience that I would not enjoy. Eventually, we left and got something to eat before returning to the hotel. She refused to talk to me for the rest of the day.
The next day was the only day we really failed when it came to planning. One of our plans had fallen through and left us, or should I specify: me, struggling to make up for. Not only that, but this day was the worst for our relationship as well. The entire time, I tried to communicate things we could do that was on the cheaper side yet still fun (as she was quickly draining her funds). No matter what I did all she replied was "I don't care," or "I don't know," but every time I would suggest something or go somewhere, she would get all pissy about it and we would leave almost immediately. I was trying to involve her in the process, but very soon, it became a trip I was going on by myself. We communicated very little on the third day, and eventually, I told her we should leave after our plans on the fourth day rather than staying the last night and leaving on the fifth. When we got back to the hotel, I packed everything back up myself and loaded the car.
We left the next day after our plans and spent the next three days with no contact. We work together at one of my jobs so we saw each other the following week and continue to argue very badly. Our arguments have increased drastically. Normally, we carpool on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, but this past week she failed to tell me that someone else was picking her up Wednesday morning and refused to answer my calls. I waited in front of her house for nearly 20 minutes and ended up being late for work. She blamed me for it, saying that I should have been listening when she and this other person were talking about it. Today, we were goofing around talking to a few of our professors when I said a joke adding on to something she had said. Our teachers left and she got upset saying I always "steal her thunder." She ended up "jokingly" smacking me on my arm claiming I had "made her swear." I told her it was something she had done on her own and that I couldn't control and smacked her back. She got upset again claiming I had left finger marks on her arm. I pulled my sleeve up to show her imprints she had left on my arm whereas her arm was simply a little red. She stormed off to class after that.
Another thing is that she complains every time I cuss, saying that it's inappropriate and that I need to watch my mouth. No one other than her has ever said anything about the way I speak. For a little extra information, I've always been a very loud person that swears a lot. I've been like this since way before she and I met and never have I intended to change an aspect of myself that in no way impacts others. She always complains to me about things I cannot fix like I can fix it (think of customer service idiots) and becomes non-communicative every time I try to fix our relationship or tell her I'm uncomfortable with something. I'm tired of her constantly complaining about me and not only that, but I think I'm actually starting to hate her yet. Is there something I should say to her or what? I'm not sure how to continue our relationship.
TLDR: my best friend has begun to argue with me over every small thing and ruined our spring break trip. She complains about the things I do or say, stuff no one has ever mentioned was a problem before, and stops talking to me every time I try to communicate with her about it. Because of this, I think I'm beginning to hate her. Is there something I should do- I'm not sure how to continue the relationship.
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2023.03.23 13:44 TerriblePlays 8 days Solo Trip Report (Dec 2022) Nagoya -> Gifu -> Osaka -> Kyoto -> Osaka

Background / Pre-flight
Day 1: Nagoya
Day 2: Nagoya
Day 3: Gifu & Nagoya
Day 4: Nagoya & Osaka
Day 5: Osaka
Day 6: Kyoto
Day 7: Osaka
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Thanks for reading! Please let me know in the comments if there's anything that piqued your interest or you would like to hear more about.
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2023.03.23 09:14 MikeHawk360 Was he mad at me to the point he wanted to crush me completely or do I just have really bad taste? What was his end goal?

My ex (41yo) was with me (26yo) for roughly 3-4 months, lots of talking after meeting each other on Grindr. Genuinely one of the most memorable because of how sweet he was, but he’s actions caused me to ghost for roughly 3 months.
Dude was borderline obsessed with me, never wanting me to not be near him, kept telling me how attractive I was, etc. There was one point I was crawling out of a window at 5am to leave before his Mother (visiting state suddenly) could see me. She saw me, ended up meeting the parents after 3 weeks. First date he takes me to a hotel after getting me nice and drunk, tries to have sex also instantly, tell him I’m nowhere near ready and goes to sleep somewhat irritated. The sex (no details how) left me bleeding every, single, time. His main language is Spanish but speaks pretty good English, hanging with his friends though, he only spoke Spanish. Lots of third wheeling and red flags at this point.
Moved from Arizona to get away from his drinking problems and gambling addiction, both of which did in excess with me around (he also owned a nightclub). Blackouts that at one point almost cause him to hit me (thought I was talking to other guys), asked me to not talk to anyone else while talking to him and, somehow, managed to “shift” conversations during dates to random couples (full blown convos). The list goes on lol.
The drinking is what mainly cause me to ghost. Meeting up with him usually led to him pressuring me into drinking, even while I was on high blood pressure meds. A few years ago I got a DUI during the pandemic, something I told him cause alcohol is a big deal for me now. Didn’t care for it, so 3 months NC. Sent me a heartfelt “I dunno where the distance started”, etc, then messages me new near New Years. I fell for that shit and ended up letting him in.
New Years rolls around, worst night of my life. He’s Hispanic and so am I (Hispanic/European mix), can’t make convo cause languages, fml. Friends from work roll up, I shoot to life and start introducing everyone, this noticeably pisses him off. Takes me to bathroom to do cocaine, told him hell no, gets pissed again and does all of it. Midnight hits and so does he, sit right next to me and proceeded to air our whatever dirty laundry I gave him to everyone in the bar (wasn’t much cause guards been up since beginning). Leave bar, head to downtown bus stop and I’m downright balling my eyes out. Next morning, tries to convince me he blackout. Doubt it.
Fast forward a month or so, communication dwindles down to standstill, starting drinking again out of stress. We have the talk, really pushing for “friendship” while mentioning how attractive I was, how hard it is to date people in our state (Alaska) and having all the qualities for a great relationship. All the while saying he’s not ready for a romantic relationship, wants to focus on business and we can try again later, whole 9 yards. Bump into him at the bar with someone younger a week later, a guy, who freaks out in Spanish cause he’s never seen me before (but knows of me I assume). Ex is constantly consoling him to calm down, playing off he’s crying about some girl (bruh he LOOK gay).
Took a 3 day weekend to a very popular spa, who time he’s liking and stocking my instagram with every post. Didn’t think much of it.
Starts to show up at places he knows I’ll be at now, with his friends and new guy. Last time I saw him was at a Mardi Gras bar party, he was staring at me the entire time and pushed conversations. Bought me a drink then tried to kiss me, asked “wtf what that”, excuse was cause he’s drunk. 5 hours of this and I dip to avoid cops, go to gas station to buy smokes cause what the hell is going on. He calls and sounds too drunk, I go check on him and his door swings open to him pants halfway to ankles. Make sure he’s not gunna lay facing up, get trash can to notice it’s full of urine bottles, ignore it and help him to sleep while he’s trying to get frisky. Morning rolls around and surprise, blacked out and freaked I’m next to him. Tell him what happened, says thanks but he starts kissing my back and hugging up close to me. Tell him no and he swings me on top of him and proceeded to give me hickies. Try leaving, says “lemme make sure no one sees you”, just grab my shit and try leaving. Stops me and says “see you round”, nah.
Few weeks pass and find out from friends he took his new guy on a 2-3 week trip to Hawaii. Photos has clear hickies on both their necks. Said fuck this and blocked him on everything, he noticed and followed suit.
Moral of this story, it was great. But things went really, really fast for us and he’s shown me who he is/was as a person. There’s so much more that happened with this guy, but I feel these are the best bulletin highlights to get an idea of the scope. What was the purpose (for him) in all of this? Genuinely tried the friends route for him, and it made him do this. It was just downright cruel. Everyone I’ve mentioned this to has visible “shaking” and sadness in their eyes.
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2023.03.22 23:31 cream_trees Swing states

What are the swing states exactly?
like why is North Carolina now which hasn't given blue since what 2008 or is it 2012 in a federal election is classed as a swing state? because it's close? similar situation with Nevada.
New Hampshire is classed as a swing state even though it's gone pretty safely blue for a decent while. Federally.
Georga is classed as a swing state even though it's only voted blue in what? 4 elections federally. I guess you could argue really fast shifts but I mean in a similar thing happened to Indiana in 08
Florida again hasn't gone blue in a federal election since 2012
If anything Ohio is more of a swing state cuz at least it went blue as soon as 2018
Arizona which is weirdly more blue than red right now look at the Kari lake situation, however that's likely mainly due to its own GOP sabotaging its chances if they were good candidates Arizona would probably be a decent r + 5. AZ is probably the closest to a swing state maybe only being overtook and by,
Wisconsin is probably the the swingiest state in the country. I mean let's see, in 2018 it voted for a Democratic senator by over 10 points. and then the next year it voted for a Democratic president by less than a point. and then it only voted in favor of a relatively popular Republican senator by less than a point. Not to mention I believe it voted for a Democratic governor by more than a point (although I don't count governors as a good representation of how swingy the state would be on a federal level) and I wouldn't be "completely surprised" if it voted for the Democratic senator but less than a point, however very unlikely considering it voted what? four points to the left in 2018 so if things continue it would probably be at minimum plus four but didn't Ron Johnson also win his first election by a decent margin? Either way the Democratic senator is probably going to win I say 90%, but it could flip for the presidency.
Michigan is an interesting state, it was the closest of the three shocking flips in 2016 and out of those same three states it had the widest margin towards Joe Biden. I don't kno would you call it swing? maybe in Red Wave years it could go into play but in neutral years I just don't think it's possible. I mean look at 2022 Democrats absolutely massacre the Republicans. and yes I get it it's GOP is absolutely dead like dying, beaten by a dead horse type situation. But I don't think Donald Trump will ever be able to win Michigan again and I don't think Ron DeSantis will be able to win Michigan if he gets nomination unless again exceptional circumstances. I don't really see Michigan going red on a federal level in any neutral or slightly Democratic leaning year or slightly Republican leaning for that matter it would definitely have to be a Red Wave. for Michigan to go red especially for a senate seat. and it would probably have to be Gary you know Gary who almost lost in 2020. because apparently Gary is just awful. I think his name is Gary Peters.
Texas self-explanatory sure it's shifting blue fast but it's probably not going into play for Democrats until at least 2028 but I would give it until 2032 realistically the only possibility for texas is the 2024 senate election, and even still I don't think it will be too much closer than 2018. especially because Democrats probably don't even have a decent candidate they're probably going to put up Beto again. and then be like "go dead candidate lose, lose us this seat"
Some states and brief descriptions as to why I don't think they're even remotely swing
Kansas it's entirely rural apart from like two big cities and it's suburbs have a long way to go. maybe in 2040 it could be in play for Dems but not anywhere near now.
Missouri I don't care how bad Josh Holly is, no. it's not going blue the closest it probably will get is r+ 10
Minnesota I highly doubt it. the suburbs of the twin cities metro is shifting to the left pretty fast I highly doubt unless it's Hillary Clinton again, it will be even remotely in play for republicans.
Virginia yeah okay I did this too I thought this too. but it's just not the case. just because a republican candidate in a pretty red leaning year with an unpopular president by two points in an off year. doesn't mean the state's going to be even remotely competitive in the future.
New York refer to the above paragraph.
California refer to a psych ward you may be delusional.
And that's the states that aren't swing States but some weird people think they are speed round I hope you enjoyed it three more states to get through
Iowa oh dear it used to be a nice swing state in fact it's actually gone blue more times than Ohio, even though it has like less than a quarter of Ohio's population. I don't really know too much about it but I think the fact that it's just mainly rural, and the fact that Democrats have been absolutely hemorrhaging rural support in any state that isn't in the east, is going to just kill any possibility of Democrats winning. I mean Iowa just ditched its only Democratic representative, and yeah I get it was gerrymandered but still that was a competitive district. and I honestly don't really see Iowa getting a democratic representative in 2024. maybe I don't know. I don't see it but I could be wrong. the point is I don't think it's a swing state anymore I mean 2020 was prime time for Iowa to kind of reinstate itself as a swing state. and then it voted for Joni Ernst by what a similar margin to Trump was it plus six I can't remember.
Nevada is probably the most interesting state on this list. it went for Hillary Clinton in 2016 it completely ditched its Republican senator in 2018 went for Joe Biden in 2020 by the same margin it did for Hillary Clinton basically. and nearly ditched a Democratic senator in 2022 while going red federally for the house. It seems to be a consistently Blue State but not solid. it votes leaning towards Democrats at least on a federal level. and I don't count it too much as a swing state. it's kind of the Michigan situation but a bit redder. and it's GOP isn't completely incompetent personally I feel like unless they can get Clark down to a d plus four or so I don't think it's going to flip. Another reason why Nevada might not flip is the extreme social conservatism that is creeping its way through the GOP nationaly. Nevada is a fairly libertarian state being super socially conservative isn't exactly very appealing to individuals who are in the libertarian spectrum.
And finally Iowa's annoying older brother who thinks he's a joker but actually everything he does just bothers everyone Ohio.
Where do I even begin with this one it was pretty swing in like the 2000 to 2012 era but as the Cleveland suburbs started to just fall down the red hole and lose population rapidly. it has gone pretty red The only exception being 2018, and sadly not 2020 even though 2020 had probably one of the best not sheroid brown Democratic candidates. Sherry Brown is definitely the only candidate that could win the state in a federal statewide election, but I just don't think he will. I mean it will be close I honestly wouldn't be surprised if it was 2000s Florida all over again but with a senate election. but I just don't see Ohio going blue especially because 2018 was a Blue Wave year with a national ballot that was what? something like d + 8 or something. and i believe Ohio voted to the right of that. I just simply don't see Ohio going blue in 24 who knows I might be wrong, maybe sheroid Brown's popularity is simply unmatched but, with a lot of people having moved out of the state since 2018 and moved over to other states like Texas and Florida and Utah. I just don't know if there's enough people who like sherrod Brown more than a republican for him to win.
That was my little rambling about swing States and exactly what I thought about swing States in my conclusion I have concluded that in my opinion the only real swing states do appear to be Georgia Arizona and Wisconsin wait a minute I haven't talked about Pennsylvania have I oh God.
Bonus round.
Pennsylvania definitely another very swingy state but still decently blue lightning Republicans massively under performed in 2022 losing the the senate seat giving Pennsylvania a dual Democratic senator delegation. Republicans also losing a single house seat from Pennsylvania giving Pennsylvania a majority Democratic delegation.
I believe the only time Pennsylvania has gone red in the past 6 years was 2016 at least for a federal statewide election but I can't remember. a federal statewide election is basically just the presidency or the senator.
Pennsylvania is definitely the Nevada of the East in many cases it definitely depends on candidate quality.
Anyway back to my conclusion even after all that I still only really think the only swing states are Arizona Georgia and Wisconsin and Georgia could very easily go back to its sort of Red State.
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2023.03.22 20:11 HeadOfSpectre Faerie Tale - Seventh Entry

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Journal of Camille Lambert - April 13th

As we drove back to Puriysk in the morning I watched the landscape pass me by with a quiet melancholy and promised myself that I’d see it all again soon.

Dom sat in the back seat of the SUV beside me while Nina drove, contentedly munching on a fresh bag of sunflower seeds as the ruined church loomed ahead of us.
“So the first order of business is evacuation, right?” Dom asked, “In which case, I’ve gotta ask, how exactly do we factor into this?”
“Right now, Milo’s thinking you two can help with the Thompson Falls evacuation,” Nina said. “It’d probably be helpful to have a couple of locals there to make sure people know we’re actually here to help, as opposed to just another group of jackoffs bringing in a fresh batch of misery. Although it sounds like I’m gonna be stuck in Puriysk for the time being,”

“You’re not coming with?” I asked.
“Nah, Milo wants me around in case Calhoun tries anything. I’ll probably be with Gretchen in the archive, looking for anything useful. Fun, fun, fun.”
“So you’re with Dr. Di Cesare? I asked, “Should be interesting at least.” I said.

“I could be worse off,” Nina admitted, “It’s hard to get a read on her, but if Milo trusts her, so do I. Besides from what I’ve heard, she’s one of the most powerful witches out there, which is probably saying a lot considering the fact that she’s a Di Cesare. Just about all of them are powerful witches, and they’ve got some serious pull among vampires.”
“She’s a vampire?” I asked. I thought back to the way she’d been out and nothing about her stood out as anything particularly ‘vampire-ish’. She was a little pale, I guess. But so was Dom and I was pretty sure he wasn’t a vampire!

“The whole Di Cesare family is,” Nina said before noticing my obvious concern, “Don’t worry about it, most vampires are pretty safe. Milo’s probably got some volunteers lined up to keep her supplied with fresh blood as she needs it. Plus, the Di Cesare’s are generally pretty peaceful. I wouldn’t pick a fight with them, but they don’t cause that much trouble unprovoked.”
“Do you know a lot of the Di Cesare’s?” I asked. Nina just shrugged.
“I met a couple of her sisters on a trip to Greece last year through some mutual friends but that was more of a social thing,” She said. “From what I heard, Gretchen doesn’t really get out much. I’m a little surprised that Milo was able to bring her in on this, but then again Milo could probably sell vodka at an AA meeting.”

Somehow I didn’t doubt that.

“So how long do you think the evacuation might take?” Dom asked, “How long until we shift focus to Calhoun?”
“Shouldn’t be that long,” Nina said. “Milo wants this run pretty smoothly. A few days, give or take. The hard part is gonna be what to do with everyone once they’re on the outside. Not sure how Milo’s gonna manage, but that’s above my pay grade. I’m just gonna assume he’s figured something out. Don’t worry. If everything goes to plan, we’ll be done with this in the next week or so and you two can go back to your hotel room for ‘coffee’.”
Both Dom and I looked over at her.
“Thin walls,” She replied, not even taking her eyes off the road. I caught Dom turning bright red before he looked out the window, trying to end this conversation as quickly as possible.

The church was just ahead of us, although now I barely recognized it. Several large metal poles had been put up, bearing familiar sigils on them. I noticed white spray paint in the grass, marking a larger ritual circle. Several tents had been set up in an area outside of the ritual circle and I could see people near them. The people from Puriysk, most likely. There were even more tents that sat empty nearby, no doubt waiting for the refugees from the other towns.

I could see smoke rising from the collapsed roof of the church itself. Our bonfire from the other night still seemed to be going strong. That was probably a good thing. I could see other trucks parked outside the church, with other tents surrounded by soldiers. This looked to be some kind of staging area, although I never got a good look at the finer details of it.
Nina drove past the metal poles, before following a worn path in the road leading to a second set of poles. A doorway back to Puriysk.

As we drew closer to the second set of poles, I noticed a thin mist swirling around the car. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath as we passed them until we’d actually passed them and I was greeted by the familiar dense forest I’d always known.
I looked back at the church, which was quickly swallowed up by the mist again, and relaxed back into my seat as we returned to Puriysk.

We’d only been gone for a day or so, but Puriysk already looked different than it had when we’d left. Tents had been set up along the main drag and I could see soldiers along the street, all of them relatively heavily armed. Some of them had their faces visible, others wore those netlike veils we’d seen the other night, giving them a more inhuman appearance.

“What’s the point of the nets?” Dom asked, watching as we passed a group of soldiers.
“It breaks up the silhouette or something,” Nina said. “Plus it hides the face. We went over it during the training. Why, you want one?”
“Just wondering,” Dom said, “Never seen anything like this before.”
“It’s more of a special forces type thing,” Nina said, “Technically the FRB doesn’t really do spec ops and shit like that. But I know we’ve got a number of ex military types with us. Milo said something about bringing them in.”

“How many do you think they’ve got?” I asked.
“A couple hundred boots on the ground, I think. Probably fifty or so more just working to support them. It’s not exactly a massive operation, but it’s big by our standards.”
Dom just nodded passively, his attention still focused on the passing soldiers.

Nina stopped the car in front of a large white RV parked near the ruins of the Deputy’s Office. I could see Durand standing out front of it. He’d traded his nice suit from the night before for a more practical outfit, jeans, a polo shirt, and a handgun holstered at his hip. As Nina got out of the car, Milo walked over to greet her.
“Love what you’ve done with the place.” She said. “The tents and the soldiers were exactly what was missing here.”
“Oh, it’ll all come together once we get the power back on,” Milo said. “Everything shut off in the night. We’ve got some backup generators, but it’s still a pain in the ass.”

“Calhoun shut off the power?” Dom asked as he and I got out of the car.
“If not him, then somebody. We sent some folks out to Rankin Mills to see if they can’t get it up and running again. With any luck we should be back to normal shortly. In the meanwhile, I’ve been helping Gretchen bring some stuff up from the archives. She’s in the RV, looking through what I’ve found so far. But I could use a hand going through the rest of it.”
“You got it, boss man,” Nina said. “I saw some interesting shit by the south corner that might be useful.”

“What about us?” I asked, “Nina said something about us helping with the evacuation.
“Yes, actually I had the perfect job in mind for you two,” Durand said. “We could use some friendly faces going in to the towns to make the evacuation go a bit smoother. Natalya’s been a huge help here in Puriysk. We’re hoping to get the same results in the other towns.”
“Sonya in Thompson Falls would know to trust Dom,” I said. “If you can get her on your side, she can probably get most of the town to come along. As for Bakersfield, my Mom lives there. I could help with that team, if you wanted.”

Durand raised an eyebrow.
“You don’t say?” He asked, “You should tell that to Kallas, then. He’s down by the town hall, getting the Bakersfield and Thompson Falls teams organized.”
“Got it,” I said before giving Nina a parting nod, “I guess I’ll see you when we get back”
“See you when you get back,” Nina replied and gave us a parting weave before turning and heading over to the Deputy’s Office with Durand. As she left, Dom and I started down the street toward a group of trucks and tents near the Puriysk town hall.
It was time to get to work.

***

I was on the first of the Bakersfield trucks as they left and as we drove through the old familiar forest, I watched it with a conflicted nostalgia. On one hand, these misty woods were all I’d ever really known and I realized that there’d be a part of me that would miss them when at last I left them behind forever. Of course, knowing what I knew now about our situation ensured I wouldn’t miss them too much, but I’d miss them all the same.

My Mom always used to have a fondness for obscure words. She’d been an English teacher once upon a time, so I guess that made sense for her.
Language is so fascinating,” she’d said to me once. “You know, there’s some beautiful words out there for such complex emotions.”

Looking out the window, a few of those words came to mind.
Like: ‘Rückkehrunruhe.’
“It’s this feeling of returning home after a trip, only to find it fading into your memory to the point where it no longer feels real… can you imagine.” She’d laughed sadly at that.
“You know, sometimes I can’t help but feel that way about the old world. I shouldn’t idealize it. It wasn’t perfect, but… I would’ve loved for you to see it.”

And I had seen it, hadn’t I? What would she say when I told her? What would she say when I came to Bakersfield with a convoy of trucks, come to bring her and everyone else home again. Out of this beautiful, cruel world and back into the one she’d missed for so long. I could already imagine the way that her eyes would light up… I could already imagine her smile. It’d been a few weeks since I’d seen her… I hoped she was doing okay.

“Here’s another one I like… Occhiolism. It describes the awareness of the smallness of your own perspective. Do you understand what I’m talking about? That… melancholy, you sometimes feel when you reflect on your own experiences despite knowing how much more is out there. Or… am I thinking of Onism? No… no… although they are similar. Do you know what Onism means? It describes the frustration of having to live in just one body, that can only be in one place at a time.”
“Mom, what are you talking about?” I’d asked her. She’d looked up from the book she’d been reading and smiled sheepishly at me.

“Sorry… I guess I just feel like sharing these with someone. They are interesting, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, I guess they are,” I said, mostly just to be polite. She’d paused for a moment, almost closing the book.
“You can keep going!” I said, “Come on, tell me another one.”
“How about ‘Nodus Tollens’. It’s the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore. You know I sort of like the wording there. Speaking of life like a story to be told…”

The truck turned and I recognized the landmark we’d just passed. An old, crumbling house that had been abandoned for as long as I could remember. Bakersfield was just ahead. I perked up a little bit and looked over at the driver beside me.
“It’s just up ahead,” I said. “Do you need directions to the house?”
“Yes please,” The Driver said.
“Right, once you see the Whitman farm on the right you know you’re in Bakersfield. From there, you just keep on the main road until you reach the downtown area. There’s sort of a suburb right past that and…”

My voice died in my throat as I caught a glimpse of what was in the mist ahead of us. I could see the familiar fence of the Whitman farm just up ahead but something seemed wrong.
“Is the mist always this heavy?” The driver asked.
“Not here…” I replied. I’d never seen it this heavy in any of the towns before. We could barely see a few feet in front of us. I tried to get a better look at the fence. Tried to understand why it looked so wrong. It almost seemed to be tangled in vines or branches or something.

And as we drove closer to the storefront of the farm itself, I noticed the same vines growing over the store. The sign that read ‘WHITMAN FARMS’ was almost unreadable behind the branches. The driver stared at it with narrowed eyes before reaching for his radio.
“Transports 2 to 10, status yellow. Keep on alert.”

The farm faded away into the distance and as it did, I looked ahead anxiously. I could see the downtown area just up ahead, and even from a distance I could see the vines growing over the buildings. I stared with wide, uneasy eyes as we got closer… and when I saw the people on the street, I felt a sinking horror burrowing through my chest.

Most of them seemed as if they’d either been trying to run or had been pulled to the ground… and honestly, I only barely still recognized them as people. I could see clothes and sometimes jewelry through the vines… but the skin beneath it all looked no different than the wood that bound them.

I looked over at the driver beside me to see an uneasy dread written all over his face. He looked at the silent figures we passed with the same horror I knew that I felt… and I knew that just like me, he had no answers.
“What the hell is this…” He said under his breath.
“I don’t know., Came my honest reply.

Thick branches seemed to burst from the concrete sidewalks, ensnaring those who’d once passed them by. I could see an upended baby stroller on the street, one of the branches burrowing into it, and felt my heart seize in my chest. As I drank in the eerie silence of Bakersfield, the knowing gnawed at the back of my mind…
“Drive faster,” I said. “Third turn up ahead. Take a right.”
“Ma’am…?” The Driver asked.
“Now!” I said.

He looked at me, silently understanding what I was asking and why. The truck sped up, blowing past stop signs and darkened stoplights. I don’t suppose that it mattered. There were no other vehicles on the road. He only slowed a little for the turn and even then, he took it fast.
“Take Lake Street, it’s the fifth house,” I said and waited for him to take the turn. As we drove, I kept glancing at every house we passed. I could see branches jutting in through their windows… and darkness within.

No… no, no, no…

The truck took its final turn. I could see Mom’s house up ahead.
“That one!” I said, pointing it out.
He didn’t even have time to stop fully before I’d thrown open the door and was getting out.

Mom’s house was no different than the others. The vines had grown along the sides, even slipping under the pastel siding in some places and prying it off the outside walls. Thick branches jutted out of the earth and had through some of the walls.
“No…” I said under my breath. Before I even knew what I was doing, I was running. I unlocked her door and tore inside, looking around frantically.

“Mom?” I called, but there was no answer. Only mist and silence.
“MOM?!” I called again, running down the hall toward her bedroom. I didn’t see her there either… but I did see her bathroom door hanging open, and I could see the ivy, growing out from the door and crawling along her carpet. On legs like jelly, I started toward the door. With one trembling hand, I pushed it open, knowing what I’d see inside but praying to whatever God might listen that it wouldn’t be there.

The branches that entombed her didn’t cover her face. Her skin was gray, almost blending in to the wood itself… but I still recognized her. Her eyes were half open, as was her mouth, and the moment I saw her, I knew she was past saving.
“No… no… no…” The word tumbled meaninglessly out of my mouth as my legs gave out from under me, sending me crashing down to the ground. The tears began to fall and soon, the only thing I could do was scream.

***

“Here’s an eerie one… Kenopsia. It describes the forlorn, unsettling atmosphere of a place that is usually filled with people, but is now quiet and abandoned.”
Mom’s voice echoed in my mind as I sat in the tent back in Puriysk.

The past few hours seemed like a blur. I could remember the trip to Bakersfield and the sight of her body. But everything after felt like a half remembered dream.

I hadn’t been able to stay in Bakersfield… there wasn’t any point to my staying and I could barely even remember a single detail about the drive back. It all just happened around me, as the reality of what I’d seen untethered me from the present moment and cast me adrift and mindless in time. My hands were still shaking a little and though my breathing had calmed down, my heart certainly hadn’t. I could still feel it racing.
“Rubatosis… the uncomfortable sensation of being aware of ones own heartbeat. Huh… you know, I always wondered if everyone else was uncomfortable being aware of that. Feeling your own pulse and stuff like that… do you ever get that, Cammy?”
“Cam?”

I looked up to see Nina standing at the door to the tent. Her expression was grave and her voice, heavier than usual.
“How’re you holding up?” She asked.
I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. She approached my table and sat down beside me.
“I brought you a drink. Wasn’t sure if you’d want something hard or not, so I technically got two, but…”

I saw the beer in her hand and quietly took it although I didn’t immediately take a drink. Nina watched me for a moment, before sighing and opening her own drink. And for a few minutes, that’s just how we stayed.

“Kallas said he found some holdouts after you left,” Nina said after a while. “He got back with them about an hour ago.”
I looked over at her.
“How many?” I asked. Nina hesitated before answering.
“Twenty… maybe thirty.”

I felt the weight in my chest drop even lower. Twenty or thirty… there’d been hundreds of people in Bakersfield, and we’d only brought back twenty or thirty.

I looked back at Nina. She was staring down at her drink, and I knew that there was more.
“What about Thompson Falls…?” I asked, “Or Rankin?”
“We’re meeting with Milo to go through it in ten minutes,” She said. “You don’t need to go but… I think you should be there. Better you know sooner rather than later.”
“How bad is it?” I asked softly.
“Bad,” Nina replied, before taking a sip of her drink. “It’s the same story in Rankin and Thompson… we’ve got survivors. But not a lot.”

“Sonya…?” I asked.
“Alive, thankfully,” Nina said. “Along with most of the people who were inside the Roadhouse.”
I closed my eyes and exhaled, feeling that weight lift just a little bit. At least there was some good news.

I finally took a sip of my drink. Nina seemed to want to say more but stopped herself. I couldn’t really blame her. She probably knew just how little there was to say here.
“You said you lost your mother, right?” I asked. “How did you…”
“How did I handle it?” She finished. I nodded.
Nina seemed to think over her answer for a few minutes before finally speaking.

“I’ve got two different ways to answer that question,” She said. “For the grief… you just learn to live with it. You make your peace, you carry them in your heart and you thank God for the good memories. I know it doesn’t sound like it helps much, but really that’s the only thing I can offer you. As for the anger… the only fix for that is retribution, edgy as it sounds. And for someone like Calhoun, the only thing you can do is take an eye for an eye.”
“Is that what you did?” I asked.
She nodded.

“I know a lot of people who’ll tell you that revenge isn’t the answer. But personally, I think they’re asking the wrong question. The vampires that killed my Mom were… they were monsters. A couple of assholes with delusions of grandeur were convinced that they could do whatever they wanted, and nobody would stop them. And for the longest time, they were right. Hunting them down and killing them… it didn’t fix anything. It didn’t undo what they’d done. But it sure as hell made me feel better. Not because I got revenge, but because I got the personal satisfaction of making sure that karma caught right the fuck up to them. And I sleep a hell of a lot better at night, knowing that’s what I did.
I nodded in agreement.
“I think I would too,” I said.

***

“What I want to know is why…” Durand said as we sat around the table. He almost looked like a completely different man from when I’d seen him that morning. He drummed his fingers on his desk and kept smoothing down his hair.

Dom sat beside me, a little quieter than usual with his arms tightly folded to his chest. He stared down at the table but didn’t seem to actually be looking at anything.
“Rankin Mills, Bakersfield, Thompson Falls… why? They were his own goddamn people!”

“Not for much longer,” Dr. Di Cesare said. She was the only one at the table without a grim expression. “Calhoun was most certainly aware of our operations. Provided he had no other immediate means to disrupt them, then this course of action may have simply been the most effective.”
“The most effective?” Nina asked incredulously, “We’ve only been working this job for a few days, and the first thing this asshole did was throw all of his toys out of the fucking pram. ‘If I can’t have them, no one can.’”
“We were lucky to get about fifty people out of Thompson Falls!” Dom added, “Fifty, out of five hundred!”
“We only got four out of Rankin Mills…” Kallas said. “The rest were tangled in those branches… I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Considering the unprecedented control Calhoun demonstrates here, unprecedented occurrences should be expected,” Dr. Di Cesare said. “But I must admit, it is fascinating. Given the chance, I’d like to visit the afflicted areas for further study. Although I do also appreciate the samples your team provided, Mr. Kallas. Much obliged.”
Kallas ignored her comment before looking at Milo.

“So where exactly do we go from here?” He asked, “After today, there’s not a hell of a lot left to rescue!”
“I’m aware,” Durand said. “But let’s try and stay focused on the ones we did get out. We should keep a close eye on the towns too just in case. There may be some stragglers we missed.”

He looked up at Dom next.
“Correct me if I’m wrong but by taking out Rankin Mills and Bakersfield, he’s shot himself in the foot too, hasn’t he?” He asked, “I’d imagine that Parsons would be without food and power too, now.”
“Not exactly,” Dom said. “Parsons has its own power plant. It’s not exactly as powerful as the one in Rankin Mills, but from what I’ve heard it should be enough to keep the town running. As for the food supply, that might be a little dicier. But I’m willing to bet that Calhoun has a fix for that too.”

“Given his implied ability to come and go as he pleases from this Pocket Reality, as well as the lack of a sufficient explanation for where his fuel and ammunition comes from, it’s reasonable to assume that outside supply lines do exist,” Dr. Di Cesare said, before pausing to think. She checked something in her notebook before looking back at us. “A theory…” She said, “I agree that leaping to such a drastic response so early in our operation does seem unusual. What if this move wasn’t petty, but practical?”

“Practical?” Durand asked.
“As of now, Calhoun has brought five towns into the pocket over at minimum a fifty year period. Why stagger them so far apart?”
“Well I’d imagine it’d take a hell of a lot of juice to pull off something like this,” Durand said and Dr. Di Cesare shook her head.

“Correct, but not relevant. Power is not the issue. Timing is. Calhoun must have been aware that someone could come for him. Hence, he moved slowly. Avoided drawing attention. He was only discovered by accident. Had that accident not occurred, he could have continued to operate for decades more, but I digress. Us here right now may stand as a realization of one of his greatest fears. Discovery. Opposition. Now that he has seen his fears realized. It may explain his drastic actions. Perhaps this is not an act of pettiness… but of sacrifice.”

The rest of us at the table were quiet. I was the one who broke the silence.
“Sacrifice to what?” I asked.
“Countless Gods dwell within the Midnight Grove, each offering various gifts in exchange for souls. With enough souls to trade, Calhoun could very quickly evolve from a problem into a genuine threat. Running the numbers… it makes too much sense. The towns technically remain under his control. The people may be gone, but the people can be replaced. And having obtained the power to drive us off, what reason would Calhoun have to continue to develop this place at its previous steady pace? He could… no, he would need to push for a more aggressive expansion to compensate for his losses. And with the assurance that we and likely others could do little to stop him, I see no incentive for him not to do exactly that.”

“So what, this is some kind of power move?” Nina asked, “Now that he sees what he’s up against, he’s trying to bulk up?”
“It would be the sensible thing to do,” Dr. Di Cesare said. For the first time since I’d met her, she looked genuinely troubled.
I saw Durand’s brow crease.

“If that’s what he’s up to, then we need to deal with him sooner or later. Gretchen, Kallas we need to go over the estimated death toll. Calhoun just killed a whole hell of a lot of people. I wanna have some idea of what he might be trying to buy.”
“No need. It would be impossible to predict,” Dr. Di Cesare said. “The terms of whatever agreement he may have entered into would be known only to him, the Eldest and whatever entity he’s looking to barter with… and given what he’s already done, time may be against us. Immediate action needs to be taken.”

She reached into her coat again to take out the revolver. She set it on the table again.
“We have a means of execution. All we need now is opportunity.”
“How many bullets are in that gun?” Nina asked.
“The cylinder holds six, we have five remaining,” Dr. Di Cesare replied. “Given time and resources, I could make more, but-”

“You just said that we don’t have time,” Nina replied. “We only need one to kill him. Five should more than do the trick.”
Dr. Di Cesare nodded.
“Agreed,” She said.
“So if we can kill the fucker, let’s just do it and get it over with,” Dom said. He looked over at me. I gave no response, I just looked down at the gun and remembered what it had done to the Nightwalker the other night.

I would’ve loved to see it do the same to Calhoun.

Durand was also staring down at the gun, and after a moment gave a single, tense nod.
“Alright,” He finally said. “Kallas, I need you to continue overseeing the evacuation. Double time it, make sure everyone gets out. Do whatever you have to. And Valentine, I’m giving you the official go ahead to find Ben Calhoun and deal with him by any means necessary.”
“It’d be my genuine pleasure,” Valentine said.
“Good. Then let’s get-”

A klaxon alarm sounded from somewhere outside, cutting Durand off.
“Proximity warning,” Kallas said. “Something’s coming.”
“Nightwalkers?” Dom asked.
“But it’s not dark yet!” I replied.
Durand just pushed past us, stepping out of the tent with the rest of us right behind him. The sky was still bright, but we could see mist flowing in past the empty buildings and the FRB’s tents and inside the mist, we could see the shadows of what was coming.
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2023.03.22 20:10 HeadOfSpectre Faerie Tale - Seventh Entry

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Journal of Camille Lambert - April 13th

As we drove back to Puriysk in the morning I watched the landscape pass me by with a quiet melancholy and promised myself that I’d see it all again soon.

Dom sat in the back seat of the SUV beside me while Nina drove, contentedly munching on a fresh bag of sunflower seeds as the ruined church loomed ahead of us.
“So the first order of business is evacuation, right?” Dom asked, “In which case, I’ve gotta ask, how exactly do we factor into this?”
“Right now, Milo’s thinking you two can help with the Thompson Falls evacuation,” Nina said. “It’d probably be helpful to have a couple of locals there to make sure people know we’re actually here to help, as opposed to just another group of jackoffs bringing in a fresh batch of misery. Although it sounds like I’m gonna be stuck in Puriysk for the time being,”

“You’re not coming with?” I asked.
“Nah, Milo wants me around in case Calhoun tries anything. I’ll probably be with Gretchen in the archive, looking for anything useful. Fun, fun, fun.”
“So you’re with Dr. Di Cesare? I asked, “Should be interesting at least.” I said.

“I could be worse off,” Nina admitted, “It’s hard to get a read on her, but if Milo trusts her, so do I. Besides from what I’ve heard, she’s one of the most powerful witches out there, which is probably saying a lot considering the fact that she’s a Di Cesare. Just about all of them are powerful witches, and they’ve got some serious pull among vampires.”
“She’s a vampire?” I asked. I thought back to the way she’d been out and nothing about her stood out as anything particularly ‘vampire-ish’. She was a little pale, I guess. But so was Dom and I was pretty sure he wasn’t a vampire!

“The whole Di Cesare family is,” Nina said before noticing my obvious concern, “Don’t worry about it, most vampires are pretty safe. Milo’s probably got some volunteers lined up to keep her supplied with fresh blood as she needs it. Plus, the Di Cesare’s are generally pretty peaceful. I wouldn’t pick a fight with them, but they don’t cause that much trouble unprovoked.”
“Do you know a lot of the Di Cesare’s?” I asked. Nina just shrugged.
“I met a couple of her sisters on a trip to Greece last year through some mutual friends but that was more of a social thing,” She said. “From what I heard, Gretchen doesn’t really get out much. I’m a little surprised that Milo was able to bring her in on this, but then again Milo could probably sell vodka at an AA meeting.”

Somehow I didn’t doubt that.

“So how long do you think the evacuation might take?” Dom asked, “How long until we shift focus to Calhoun?”
“Shouldn’t be that long,” Nina said. “Milo wants this run pretty smoothly. A few days, give or take. The hard part is gonna be what to do with everyone once they’re on the outside. Not sure how Milo’s gonna manage, but that’s above my pay grade. I’m just gonna assume he’s figured something out. Don’t worry. If everything goes to plan, we’ll be done with this in the next week or so and you two can go back to your hotel room for ‘coffee’.”
Both Dom and I looked over at her.
“Thin walls,” She replied, not even taking her eyes off the road. I caught Dom turning bright red before he looked out the window, trying to end this conversation as quickly as possible.

The church was just ahead of us, although now I barely recognized it. Several large metal poles had been put up, bearing familiar sigils on them. I noticed white spray paint in the grass, marking a larger ritual circle. Several tents had been set up in an area outside of the ritual circle and I could see people near them. The people from Puriysk, most likely. There were even more tents that sat empty nearby, no doubt waiting for the refugees from the other towns.

I could see smoke rising from the collapsed roof of the church itself. Our bonfire from the other night still seemed to be going strong. That was probably a good thing. I could see other trucks parked outside the church, with other tents surrounded by soldiers. This looked to be some kind of staging area, although I never got a good look at the finer details of it.
Nina drove past the metal poles, before following a worn path in the road leading to a second set of poles. A doorway back to Puriysk.

As we drew closer to the second set of poles, I noticed a thin mist swirling around the car. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath as we passed them until we’d actually passed them and I was greeted by the familiar dense forest I’d always known.
I looked back at the church, which was quickly swallowed up by the mist again, and relaxed back into my seat as we returned to Puriysk.

We’d only been gone for a day or so, but Puriysk already looked different than it had when we’d left. Tents had been set up along the main drag and I could see soldiers along the street, all of them relatively heavily armed. Some of them had their faces visible, others wore those netlike veils we’d seen the other night, giving them a more inhuman appearance.

“What’s the point of the nets?” Dom asked, watching as we passed a group of soldiers.
“It breaks up the silhouette or something,” Nina said. “Plus it hides the face. We went over it during the training. Why, you want one?”
“Just wondering,” Dom said, “Never seen anything like this before.”
“It’s more of a special forces type thing,” Nina said, “Technically the FRB doesn’t really do spec ops and shit like that. But I know we’ve got a number of ex military types with us. Milo said something about bringing them in.”

“How many do you think they’ve got?” I asked.
“A couple hundred boots on the ground, I think. Probably fifty or so more just working to support them. It’s not exactly a massive operation, but it’s big by our standards.”
Dom just nodded passively, his attention still focused on the passing soldiers.

Nina stopped the car in front of a large white RV parked near the ruins of the Deputy’s Office. I could see Durand standing out front of it. He’d traded his nice suit from the night before for a more practical outfit, jeans, a polo shirt, and a handgun holstered at his hip. As Nina got out of the car, Milo walked over to greet her.
“Love what you’ve done with the place.” She said. “The tents and the soldiers were exactly what was missing here.”
“Oh, it’ll all come together once we get the power back on,” Milo said. “Everything shut off in the night. We’ve got some backup generators, but it’s still a pain in the ass.”

“Calhoun shut off the power?” Dom asked as he and I got out of the car.
“If not him, then somebody. We sent some folks out to Rankin Mills to see if they can’t get it up and running again. With any luck we should be back to normal shortly. In the meanwhile, I’ve been helping Gretchen bring some stuff up from the archives. She’s in the RV, looking through what I’ve found so far. But I could use a hand going through the rest of it.”
“You got it, boss man,” Nina said. “I saw some interesting shit by the south corner that might be useful.”

“What about us?” I asked, “Nina said something about us helping with the evacuation.
“Yes, actually I had the perfect job in mind for you two,” Durand said. “We could use some friendly faces going in to the towns to make the evacuation go a bit smoother. Natalya’s been a huge help here in Puriysk. We’re hoping to get the same results in the other towns.”
“Sonya in Thompson Falls would know to trust Dom,” I said. “If you can get her on your side, she can probably get most of the town to come along. As for Bakersfield, my Mom lives there. I could help with that team, if you wanted.”

Durand raised an eyebrow.
“You don’t say?” He asked, “You should tell that to Kallas, then. He’s down by the town hall, getting the Bakersfield and Thompson Falls teams organized.”
“Got it,” I said before giving Nina a parting nod, “I guess I’ll see you when we get back”
“See you when you get back,” Nina replied and gave us a parting weave before turning and heading over to the Deputy’s Office with Durand. As she left, Dom and I started down the street toward a group of trucks and tents near the Puriysk town hall.
It was time to get to work.

***

I was on the first of the Bakersfield trucks as they left and as we drove through the old familiar forest, I watched it with a conflicted nostalgia. On one hand, these misty woods were all I’d ever really known and I realized that there’d be a part of me that would miss them when at last I left them behind forever. Of course, knowing what I knew now about our situation ensured I wouldn’t miss them too much, but I’d miss them all the same.

My Mom always used to have a fondness for obscure words. She’d been an English teacher once upon a time, so I guess that made sense for her.
Language is so fascinating,” she’d said to me once. “You know, there’s some beautiful words out there for such complex emotions.”

Looking out the window, a few of those words came to mind.
Like: ‘Rückkehrunruhe.’
“It’s this feeling of returning home after a trip, only to find it fading into your memory to the point where it no longer feels real… can you imagine.” She’d laughed sadly at that.
“You know, sometimes I can’t help but feel that way about the old world. I shouldn’t idealize it. It wasn’t perfect, but… I would’ve loved for you to see it.”

And I had seen it, hadn’t I? What would she say when I told her? What would she say when I came to Bakersfield with a convoy of trucks, come to bring her and everyone else home again. Out of this beautiful, cruel world and back into the one she’d missed for so long. I could already imagine the way that her eyes would light up… I could already imagine her smile. It’d been a few weeks since I’d seen her… I hoped she was doing okay.

“Here’s another one I like… Occhiolism. It describes the awareness of the smallness of your own perspective. Do you understand what I’m talking about? That… melancholy, you sometimes feel when you reflect on your own experiences despite knowing how much more is out there. Or… am I thinking of Onism? No… no… although they are similar. Do you know what Onism means? It describes the frustration of having to live in just one body, that can only be in one place at a time.”
“Mom, what are you talking about?” I’d asked her. She’d looked up from the book she’d been reading and smiled sheepishly at me.

“Sorry… I guess I just feel like sharing these with someone. They are interesting, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, I guess they are,” I said, mostly just to be polite. She’d paused for a moment, almost closing the book.
“You can keep going!” I said, “Come on, tell me another one.”
“How about ‘Nodus Tollens’. It’s the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore. You know I sort of like the wording there. Speaking of life like a story to be told…”

The truck turned and I recognized the landmark we’d just passed. An old, crumbling house that had been abandoned for as long as I could remember. Bakersfield was just ahead. I perked up a little bit and looked over at the driver beside me.
“It’s just up ahead,” I said. “Do you need directions to the house?”
“Yes please,” The Driver said.
“Right, once you see the Whitman farm on the right you know you’re in Bakersfield. From there, you just keep on the main road until you reach the downtown area. There’s sort of a suburb right past that and…”

My voice died in my throat as I caught a glimpse of what was in the mist ahead of us. I could see the familiar fence of the Whitman farm just up ahead but something seemed wrong.
“Is the mist always this heavy?” The driver asked.
“Not here…” I replied. I’d never seen it this heavy in any of the towns before. We could barely see a few feet in front of us. I tried to get a better look at the fence. Tried to understand why it looked so wrong. It almost seemed to be tangled in vines or branches or something.

And as we drove closer to the storefront of the farm itself, I noticed the same vines growing over the store. The sign that read ‘WHITMAN FARMS’ was almost unreadable behind the branches. The driver stared at it with narrowed eyes before reaching for his radio.
“Transports 2 to 10, status yellow. Keep on alert.”

The farm faded away into the distance and as it did, I looked ahead anxiously. I could see the downtown area just up ahead, and even from a distance I could see the vines growing over the buildings. I stared with wide, uneasy eyes as we got closer… and when I saw the people on the street, I felt a sinking horror burrowing through my chest.

Most of them seemed as if they’d either been trying to run or had been pulled to the ground… and honestly, I only barely still recognized them as people. I could see clothes and sometimes jewelry through the vines… but the skin beneath it all looked no different than the wood that bound them.

I looked over at the driver beside me to see an uneasy dread written all over his face. He looked at the silent figures we passed with the same horror I knew that I felt… and I knew that just like me, he had no answers.
“What the hell is this…” He said under his breath.
“I don’t know., Came my honest reply.

Thick branches seemed to burst from the concrete sidewalks, ensnaring those who’d once passed them by. I could see an upended baby stroller on the street, one of the branches burrowing into it, and felt my heart seize in my chest. As I drank in the eerie silence of Bakersfield, the knowing gnawed at the back of my mind…
“Drive faster,” I said. “Third turn up ahead. Take a right.”
“Ma’am…?” The Driver asked.
“Now!” I said.

He looked at me, silently understanding what I was asking and why. The truck sped up, blowing past stop signs and darkened stoplights. I don’t suppose that it mattered. There were no other vehicles on the road. He only slowed a little for the turn and even then, he took it fast.
“Take Lake Street, it’s the fifth house,” I said and waited for him to take the turn. As we drove, I kept glancing at every house we passed. I could see branches jutting in through their windows… and darkness within.

No… no, no, no…

The truck took its final turn. I could see Mom’s house up ahead.
“That one!” I said, pointing it out.
He didn’t even have time to stop fully before I’d thrown open the door and was getting out.

Mom’s house was no different than the others. The vines had grown along the sides, even slipping under the pastel siding in some places and prying it off the outside walls. Thick branches jutted out of the earth and had through some of the walls.
“No…” I said under my breath. Before I even knew what I was doing, I was running. I unlocked her door and tore inside, looking around frantically.

“Mom?” I called, but there was no answer. Only mist and silence.
“MOM?!” I called again, running down the hall toward her bedroom. I didn’t see her there either… but I did see her bathroom door hanging open, and I could see the ivy, growing out from the door and crawling along her carpet. On legs like jelly, I started toward the door. With one trembling hand, I pushed it open, knowing what I’d see inside but praying to whatever God might listen that it wouldn’t be there.

The branches that entombed her didn’t cover her face. Her skin was gray, almost blending in to the wood itself… but I still recognized her. Her eyes were half open, as was her mouth, and the moment I saw her, I knew she was past saving.
“No… no… no…” The word tumbled meaninglessly out of my mouth as my legs gave out from under me, sending me crashing down to the ground. The tears began to fall and soon, the only thing I could do was scream.

***

“Here’s an eerie one… Kenopsia. It describes the forlorn, unsettling atmosphere of a place that is usually filled with people, but is now quiet and abandoned.”
Mom’s voice echoed in my mind as I sat in the tent back in Puriysk.

The past few hours seemed like a blur. I could remember the trip to Bakersfield and the sight of her body. But everything after felt like a half remembered dream.

I hadn’t been able to stay in Bakersfield… there wasn’t any point to my staying and I could barely even remember a single detail about the drive back. It all just happened around me, as the reality of what I’d seen untethered me from the present moment and cast me adrift and mindless in time. My hands were still shaking a little and though my breathing had calmed down, my heart certainly hadn’t. I could still feel it racing.
“Rubatosis… the uncomfortable sensation of being aware of ones own heartbeat. Huh… you know, I always wondered if everyone else was uncomfortable being aware of that. Feeling your own pulse and stuff like that… do you ever get that, Cammy?”
“Cam?”

I looked up to see Nina standing at the door to the tent. Her expression was grave and her voice, heavier than usual.
“How’re you holding up?” She asked.
I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. She approached my table and sat down beside me.
“I brought you a drink. Wasn’t sure if you’d want something hard or not, so I technically got two, but…”

I saw the beer in her hand and quietly took it although I didn’t immediately take a drink. Nina watched me for a moment, before sighing and opening her own drink. And for a few minutes, that’s just how we stayed.

“Kallas said he found some holdouts after you left,” Nina said after a while. “He got back with them about an hour ago.”
I looked over at her.
“How many?” I asked. Nina hesitated before answering.
“Twenty… maybe thirty.”

I felt the weight in my chest drop even lower. Twenty or thirty… there’d been hundreds of people in Bakersfield, and we’d only brought back twenty or thirty.

I looked back at Nina. She was staring down at her drink, and I knew that there was more.
“What about Thompson Falls…?” I asked, “Or Rankin?”
“We’re meeting with Milo to go through it in ten minutes,” She said. “You don’t need to go but… I think you should be there. Better you know sooner rather than later.”
“How bad is it?” I asked softly.
“Bad,” Nina replied, before taking a sip of her drink. “It’s the same story in Rankin and Thompson… we’ve got survivors. But not a lot.”

“Sonya…?” I asked.
“Alive, thankfully,” Nina said. “Along with most of the people who were inside the Roadhouse.”
I closed my eyes and exhaled, feeling that weight lift just a little bit. At least there was some good news.

I finally took a sip of my drink. Nina seemed to want to say more but stopped herself. I couldn’t really blame her. She probably knew just how little there was to say here.
“You said you lost your mother, right?” I asked. “How did you…”
“How did I handle it?” She finished. I nodded.
Nina seemed to think over her answer for a few minutes before finally speaking.

“I’ve got two different ways to answer that question,” She said. “For the grief… you just learn to live with it. You make your peace, you carry them in your heart and you thank God for the good memories. I know it doesn’t sound like it helps much, but really that’s the only thing I can offer you. As for the anger… the only fix for that is retribution, edgy as it sounds. And for someone like Calhoun, the only thing you can do is take an eye for an eye.”
“Is that what you did?” I asked.
She nodded.

“I know a lot of people who’ll tell you that revenge isn’t the answer. But personally, I think they’re asking the wrong question. The vampires that killed my Mom were… they were monsters. A couple of assholes with delusions of grandeur were convinced that they could do whatever they wanted, and nobody would stop them. And for the longest time, they were right. Hunting them down and killing them… it didn’t fix anything. It didn’t undo what they’d done. But it sure as hell made me feel better. Not because I got revenge, but because I got the personal satisfaction of making sure that karma caught right the fuck up to them. And I sleep a hell of a lot better at night, knowing that’s what I did.
I nodded in agreement.
“I think I would too,” I said.

***

“What I want to know is why…” Durand said as we sat around the table. He almost looked like a completely different man from when I’d seen him that morning. He drummed his fingers on his desk and kept smoothing down his hair.

Dom sat beside me, a little quieter than usual with his arms tightly folded to his chest. He stared down at the table but didn’t seem to actually be looking at anything.
“Rankin Mills, Bakersfield, Thompson Falls… why? They were his own goddamn people!”

“Not for much longer,” Dr. Di Cesare said. She was the only one at the table without a grim expression. “Calhoun was most certainly aware of our operations. Provided he had no other immediate means to disrupt them, then this course of action may have simply been the most effective.”
“The most effective?” Nina asked incredulously, “We’ve only been working this job for a few days, and the first thing this asshole did was throw all of his toys out of the fucking pram. ‘If I can’t have them, no one can.’”
“We were lucky to get about fifty people out of Thompson Falls!” Dom added, “Fifty, out of five hundred!”
“We only got four out of Rankin Mills…” Kallas said. “The rest were tangled in those branches… I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Considering the unprecedented control Calhoun demonstrates here, unprecedented occurrences should be expected,” Dr. Di Cesare said. “But I must admit, it is fascinating. Given the chance, I’d like to visit the afflicted areas for further study. Although I do also appreciate the samples your team provided, Mr. Kallas. Much obliged.”
Kallas ignored her comment before looking at Milo.

“So where exactly do we go from here?” He asked, “After today, there’s not a hell of a lot left to rescue!”
“I’m aware,” Durand said. “But let’s try and stay focused on the ones we did get out. We should keep a close eye on the towns too just in case. There may be some stragglers we missed.”

He looked up at Dom next.
“Correct me if I’m wrong but by taking out Rankin Mills and Bakersfield, he’s shot himself in the foot too, hasn’t he?” He asked, “I’d imagine that Parsons would be without food and power too, now.”
“Not exactly,” Dom said. “Parsons has its own power plant. It’s not exactly as powerful as the one in Rankin Mills, but from what I’ve heard it should be enough to keep the town running. As for the food supply, that might be a little dicier. But I’m willing to bet that Calhoun has a fix for that too.”

“Given his implied ability to come and go as he pleases from this Pocket Reality, as well as the lack of a sufficient explanation for where his fuel and ammunition comes from, it’s reasonable to assume that outside supply lines do exist,” Dr. Di Cesare said, before pausing to think. She checked something in her notebook before looking back at us. “A theory…” She said, “I agree that leaping to such a drastic response so early in our operation does seem unusual. What if this move wasn’t petty, but practical?”

“Practical?” Durand asked.
“As of now, Calhoun has brought five towns into the pocket over at minimum a fifty year period. Why stagger them so far apart?”
“Well I’d imagine it’d take a hell of a lot of juice to pull off something like this,” Durand said and Dr. Di Cesare shook her head.

“Correct, but not relevant. Power is not the issue. Timing is. Calhoun must have been aware that someone could come for him. Hence, he moved slowly. Avoided drawing attention. He was only discovered by accident. Had that accident not occurred, he could have continued to operate for decades more, but I digress. Us here right now may stand as a realization of one of his greatest fears. Discovery. Opposition. Now that he has seen his fears realized. It may explain his drastic actions. Perhaps this is not an act of pettiness… but of sacrifice.”

The rest of us at the table were quiet. I was the one who broke the silence.
“Sacrifice to what?” I asked.
“Countless Gods dwell within the Midnight Grove, each offering various gifts in exchange for souls. With enough souls to trade, Calhoun could very quickly evolve from a problem into a genuine threat. Running the numbers… it makes too much sense. The towns technically remain under his control. The people may be gone, but the people can be replaced. And having obtained the power to drive us off, what reason would Calhoun have to continue to develop this place at its previous steady pace? He could… no, he would need to push for a more aggressive expansion to compensate for his losses. And with the assurance that we and likely others could do little to stop him, I see no incentive for him not to do exactly that.”

“So what, this is some kind of power move?” Nina asked, “Now that he sees what he’s up against, he’s trying to bulk up?”
“It would be the sensible thing to do,” Dr. Di Cesare said. For the first time since I’d met her, she looked genuinely troubled.
I saw Durand’s brow crease.

“If that’s what he’s up to, then we need to deal with him sooner or later. Gretchen, Kallas we need to go over the estimated death toll. Calhoun just killed a whole hell of a lot of people. I wanna have some idea of what he might be trying to buy.”
“No need. It would be impossible to predict,” Dr. Di Cesare said. “The terms of whatever agreement he may have entered into would be known only to him, the Eldest and whatever entity he’s looking to barter with… and given what he’s already done, time may be against us. Immediate action needs to be taken.”

She reached into her coat again to take out the revolver. She set it on the table again.
“We have a means of execution. All we need now is opportunity.”
“How many bullets are in that gun?” Nina asked.
“The cylinder holds six, we have five remaining,” Dr. Di Cesare replied. “Given time and resources, I could make more, but-”

“You just said that we don’t have time,” Nina replied. “We only need one to kill him. Five should more than do the trick.”
Dr. Di Cesare nodded.
“Agreed,” She said.
“So if we can kill the fucker, let’s just do it and get it over with,” Dom said. He looked over at me. I gave no response, I just looked down at the gun and remembered what it had done to the Nightwalker the other night.

I would’ve loved to see it do the same to Calhoun.

Durand was also staring down at the gun, and after a moment gave a single, tense nod.
“Alright,” He finally said. “Kallas, I need you to continue overseeing the evacuation. Double time it, make sure everyone gets out. Do whatever you have to. And Valentine, I’m giving you the official go ahead to find Ben Calhoun and deal with him by any means necessary.”
“It’d be my genuine pleasure,” Valentine said.
“Good. Then let’s get-”

A klaxon alarm sounded from somewhere outside, cutting Durand off.
“Proximity warning,” Kallas said. “Something’s coming.”
“Nightwalkers?” Dom asked.
“But it’s not dark yet!” I replied.
Durand just pushed past us, stepping out of the tent with the rest of us right behind him. The sky was still bright, but we could see mist flowing in past the empty buildings and the FRB’s tents and inside the mist, we could see the shadows of what was coming.
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2023.03.22 14:00 NFCAAOfficialRefBot [GAME THREAD] (0-2) North Carolina @ (1-1) Arizona State

North Carolina North Carolina @ Arizona State Arizona State
Game Start Time: 8:00 PM ET
Location: Sun Devil Stadium, Tempe, AZ
Watch: Pac-12 Network
Team Coach(es) Offense Defense
North Carolina North Carolina cloud996 Air 4-3
Arizona State Arizona State asujulian94 Pro 4-3
North Carolina North Carolina
Total Passing Yards Total Rushing Yards Total Yards Interceptions Lost Fumbles Lost Field Goals Time of Possession Timeouts
125 yards 0 yards 125 yards 0 0 0/0 3:30 3
Arizona State Arizona State
Total Passing Yards Total Rushing Yards Total Yards Interceptions Lost Fumbles Lost Field Goals Time of Possession Timeouts
0 yards 155 yards 155 yards 0 0 0/0 1:13 3
Drive Summary
home for 80 yards in 16 seconds ending in touchdown
away for 50 yards in 68 seconds ending in touchdown
home for 75 yards in 50 seconds ending in touchdown
away for 75 yards in 137 seconds ending in touchdown
Clock Quarter Down Ball Location Possession Playclock Deadline
2:17 1 1st & 10 35 North Carolina North Carolina 03/25 01:37 AM EST 04/01 09:00 AM EST
Team Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Total
Arizona State 14 0 0 0 14
North Carolina 14 0 0 0 14
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2023.03.21 17:06 H0ki3s First Half Marathon - A Brutally Cold NYC United Airlines Half

Race Information

Goals

Goal Description Completed?
A Sub 2:30 Yes
B Sub 2:15 No

Splits

Mile Time
1 12:02
2 10:26
3 10:49
4 10:03
5 10:49
6 10:57
7 10:34
8 10:41
9 11:16
10 10:14
11 10:41
12 8:56
13 10:07

Training

I had my heart set on this race being my first half after watching the full marathon year after year. Miraculously, I applied for the lottery and got in! Around Christmas I started using Hal Higdon's Novice 2 program, which looked pretty manageable. But as the weeks went on and the race got closer, I started incorporating some of Nike's Half Marathon training too. I liked that the higher mileage long runs were about a month out from the race vs. Hal's which capped at 10 miles the week before the race. I got a Peloton tread in the fall too, and found a bunch of great race prep classes on there (specifically loved Robin's NYC Marathon Simulation run!)
We had an unseasonably warm winter here in Virginia, so training wasn't as brutal as I thought originally. It felt like it took weeks to finally get up to double digits, but I finally peaked at 10.6 miles 2 weeks before the race and then slowly started to taper with shorter 3-5 mile runs the weeks leading up to it.
Overall, I was just excited and pumped to get the race done as I had been mentally working up to it for months!

Pre-race

We got to NYC on Thursday with the race on Sunday, and it was awesome to see so many other runners throughout the city over the days leading up to the race. I knew the weather was going to be cold, so I stocked up on hot hands and bought a pair of gloves at the Nike store too.
While I had avoided any nerves up until this point, the night before it started to set in. I laid all my stuff out on Saturday evening and enjoyed a FABULOUS chicken parmesan dinner the night before. Definitely tossed and turned before finally falling asleep after midnight, but woke up on Sunday AM ready to go.
As I mentioned, I'm in Virginia where winters can be snowy and cold or — like this year — unseasonably warm. But when I stepped out of the hotel room on Sunday AM, I knew it was going to be brutal. The "feels like" temp was in the teens, and once I stepped off the subway in Brooklyn the wind was roaring. Even with extra throw-away layers, hot hands, gloves, etc., the wind was cutting right through anything.
However, dealing with the cold somehow distracted me from any nerves about the actual race and the sheer amount of people running this race. I was in Wave 4 and it took about 30 minutes just to get through security. I was glad I gave myself plenty of time to get to the starting line. Luckily, portapotty lines were short and the availability of them in and out of the corral was nice too.
Before I knew it, we were crowded in the corral. Someone next to me said, "The actual race can't be as bad as standing here in this cold." And she was right. This was the worst part of the whole day.

Race

The gun went off and we started through the park. The first mile my feet felt like absolute bricks, and the first mile was much narrower than the rest of the race, leaving everyone crowded in until the turn around mile 2. After all the weeks of training, I felt a bit disassociated — I was in NYC! Running my first half marathon! SHIT it's cold!
I stopped at mile 2 for my one quick bathroom break of the race, and then once I hit mile 3 in Brooklyn, I started to see the crowds. Even in teen temperatures, people were out cheering and yelling. It was incredible. I felt myself tear up at this point (and several others throughout the race) as we all ran together. It was amazing.
Around mile 4 I had my first gel and saw the Manhattan Bridge up ahead. Going over the bridge was such a surreal experience. In my opinion, people over-exaggerated the incline on the bridge, but maybe I'm just more used to running hills in my neck of the woods. At one point, I paused the music as we went over the Manhattan Bridge and it was just the silence of footsteps as people took in the view. It was the coolest part of the course, IMO.
Off the bridge and into Manhattan and the crowds were epic. I knew FDR was coming up and thought, "oh okay this is a nice flat area where I can just focus on running." However, this was for sure the worst part of the race. You're pretty much running on the highway, with cars coming the other direction. It's an incredibly long stretch. The sun is in your face. It was just the worst part of the whole thing.
Finally, mile 9, we were back on the streets. I was so happy to get off that highway. I knew my family was stationed in Times Square at mile 11, and had some extra gas in the tank to get to them. My hamstrings were definitely feeling tight around here, but just kept going. Running through a closed-off Times Square is a bucket-list experience for any runner. Really surreal and awesome.
The end was near and we entered Central Park! I swear the last 800M felt like another 2 miles. But crossed the finish line and looked at my official time: 30 seconds shorter than the 2:25 pace band I had been following. YESSSS.
(My Strava splits are a bit wonky with the GPS/city buildings but I clocked negative splits throughout the race according to the official NYRR dashboard!)

Post-race

Met up with my family and got some brunch around the corner. Took a warm shower and two days later, feeling slightly sore but ultimately so happy. I know for many runners, the cold got them — and rightfully so! It was brutal, especially if you're not used to cold weather running like that. But ultimately, I thought the race was incredibly well-organized, the course was epic and I'm already starting to think about the next one.
This group was really helpful and insightful for me as a new runner and first-time half marathoner, so just wanted to repay with my own insight from the race!
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