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Free Full Just One More kiss of life. Free full just one more kiss movie. Hi everyone! My name is Qyune, and some of you may know me from my 12-Class All-The-Things Challenge, where I try to get everything in the game on all 12 classes. The last time I posted, it was Day 46 of our Brutosaur Challenge, and we had made 1. 15M gold mainly through herbalism and mining at that time. I wanted to make a follow-up post to that progress to provide you a with a bit of an update since we have hit the halfway point in this challenge! I know this post is well on its way to turn into a small book, but hopefully someone finds this post helpful, insightful, and / or the very least encouraging in their own personal Brutosaur Challenge. We still have many months before the mount is moved to the Black Market Auction House in 9. 0. Just as a reminder, the purpose of the Brutosaur Challenge is very simple: It is to present a low-entry level means of earning the Mighty Caravan Brutosaur in way that would otherwise take a decent amount of knowledge and / or skill (depending on the gold-making method. I believe a large portion of the playerbase work 40+ hours a week, go to school full time, balance their gametime with other games or activities, and etc. So, that activity may prevent those players from being able to put in the time and effort to be knowledgeable about the Auction House or to be skilled with the use of TSM. I want to provide a basis for players wanting to get their goblin toes wet in the gold-making community. The following quoted portion comes from the original post, and it provides the guidelines for myself as I go through conduct this challenge. These guidelines / restrictions are not intended to make the challenge unnecessarily tough, but instead to inspire others to consider giving themselves a chance at getting the mount. My goal is for someone to see my challenge in March or April and think, “OK, he was able to earn the mount with only one character playing 2 hours a day. However, I have 3 hours available” or “I have a gatherer and 2 other alts with crafting professions, so I can do what he did, but with less time. ” So, lets get into the Brutosaur Challenge details! First and foremost, I have a few self-imposed restrictions in order to simulate someone hoping to get the mount, but they do not have all the available resources to do so. So, here are my following restrictions: Starting from Level 1. So, I made a Goblin Hunter on November 1st 2019, and that is when the challenge started. I figured this would be the best way to go about clearing the slate and starting at zero. No Usage of Alts. Again, I think there are still a lot of players who only have 1 character that they focus on during their gameplay. So, the lack of available alts helps simulate that. For example, if I get a ton of runecloth, I cannot send it any of my alts to make into valuable transmog or whatever. No Vendor Sales. Another restriction I will place on myself is the removal of the ability to hunt those items that one can buy from a vendor for less than 5 gold, then turn around and make several hundred gold on the Auction House. I feel a more inexperienced player would not know about these items (or tactic in general) so I will not do it. 2 Hours Per Day Farming. I do not know what the average amount of time a player puts into the game per day, but I have settled on 2 hours per day for now. Why 2 hours? In short and personally, I feel like 2 hours per day is enough time to build reasonable data. This should give us a means of extrapolating and interpolating data such that if someone had less time, they could figure out roughly whether or not this would work for them (or if they would need to supplement with WoW Tokens, more time, better methods, and etc. So, those are the hard lines in the sand that I have drawn for myself. Keep in mind, these are my own self-imposed restrictions, so if you happen to have alts, more time, 120s, and multiple accounts, then your time needed to farm should only go down from here. However, to bridge the gap, there are a few things I am allowing myself to do. Flipping. This will be very, very restricted. Time-wise, flipping can be one of the most efficient means of making gold in WoW, but I want to make sure to keep this challenge relatable. So, I may go and purchase a few stacks of items with the intent of relisting them if they are priced extremely low. However that will be the extent of it. I will not be looking to find things like the Glorious Leggings for 10, 000 gold with the intent of reselling for more than that. Farms. As of now, I have not done any ‘farms in this challenge, but I am leaving that as an option in the future. For example, if I have a stock of herbs and ore and nothing has sold, or I am getting tired of gathering in general, then I may just grind on elementals for a few hours for Volatile Water or Primal Fire or other crafting goods. I will never do a transmog farm in this challenge. Times. So, I mentioned that I am restricting myself to 2 hours per day. That is an average. In other words, if I do not farm for 2 days, then I will make up those 4 hours in the following days. Similarly, if I know Patch 8. 3 is dropping on January 14, 2020, then maybe I will farm a little extra that week and relax the following week. For those familiar with my play style, I try to never make myself feel forced to do something in game. If I do it, it is because I enjoy it. Also, this is farmed time, I dont include listing / Auction House time since that will vary from person to person dramatically. Professions. When it comes to professions, I am using mining and herbalism for this challenge. However, I am not opposed to making trades with other people. For example, instead of buying Monel-Hardened Stirrups for 500 gold each, I will have someone craft them with the ore I have farmed tipping them 500 to 1000 gold depending on the stack size. This time I want to give you a little bit of a deeper breakdown of what I did on a day-by-day basis so there is more an understanding of my thought process behind my actions. Also, I want to mention here that if you start this challenge, and you dont seem to being seeing much success, give it a little bit of time. Every time I have started this challenge, I have been behind what I needed to make on a daily basis for 1 or 2 weeks. So, lets start with the first week, and go from there! Day 1 to Day 10 (22 hours; 94, 463 gold) Day 1 we created our character on a random realm - a brand new level 1 goblin (of course) Much of the first couple of hours was simply questing our way out of the starting zone. There is not much to mention here except for the fact that we are in one of the most important stages of the gold farming. During this week and many of the following weeks, we are leveling and gathering every single herb and ore that we come across. Copper, Iron, Mithril, Thorium, Silverleaf, Kingsblood, Sungrass, Purple Lotus. If there was a yellow dot on the mini map, we went for it! The reason this is so important is that we have absolutely no idea what sells on this server, and the best way to find this out is to get out there and start gathering. Sure, we could always go to The Undermine Journal, and there is a lot of wisdom in doing so, but sometimes, it is good to just get out there and see what happens. I didnt go through and keep up with my levels each day, so I am guessing we are somewhere in the neighborhood of level 60 or 70 on Day 10. So, some of the 94, 463 gold came from quests, but the overwhelming majority of it came from simply gathering materials. No flipping of materials the first month. Now this section is probably going to be one of the most important sections, because as a new goblin you may be asking “What did you sell to get that much gold? Nearly 100k gold seems a bit high for a level 60 or 70. ” The reason this question is misleading is because it assumes the same material works the same way on each server. If I tell you I sold Purple Lotus or Iron Ore, then the immediate instinctive response is to go out and farm that material and throw it on your servers Auction House. The reason this response doesnt work all the time is because maybe there are not a lot of people leveling professions on your server, maybe there is someone farming that item on your server, or it could be an extremely slow sell. The key to gold making is find your niche on the market ? think of it has hunting for demands. This is what I will explain in the next paragraph. So at this point, I am a young goblin with a bag full of various herbs and ores. What do I do? List them on the Auction House. Thats it. The action is simple, but there is more to the thought process. At this point in time, I have no idea what sells well on this server, and I need to find some level of direction as far as where to quest next (since scaling allows me to level mostly anywhere except starting zones. So, I am going to let the Auction House tell me where to go next. As I check the mail the next day, I see that 10 Copper sold for 4g per ore, Tin did not sell, and all my Iron sold for 20g per ore. OK, at this point I know I need to go somewhere and quest where there is Iron ore ? and lots of it. So, now I have some direction (and I may be able to find some more Copper later as well) Alright, so the Iron has been selling, but in all fairness, it sells a little slow. I have had 600 Iron ore on the Auction House for a few days now. Some has sold here and there, but I need to work on something else while waiting for that to sell. Well, lets take a look at Mithril ore as we quest in the Badlands. From what I see on my Auction House, it looks like it goes for potentially 40g per ore, but I dont know how often it sales. As I am questing and gathering, I come across an area of Badlands that only spawns Dragonstooth. What is this herb used for? Doesnt matter, lets pick up a bit, and see if anyone buys it on the
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I walked up to the Hoffs pretty blue door and tried my best to look presentable. My denim jacket was frayed and old, I was wearing a band shirt from a show Id never been to, and I hadn't shaved in a weeks worth of Sundays. I did brush my teeth that morning, though, so I was feeling crisp. I knocked my most professional knock and waited. A noticed a little bourbon was dripping down my pants and soaking into my socks. It was a banner day, already. A couple opened the door. The wife was short and had skin like new caramel. She wore red flannel and jeans and was shockingly pretty. The husband was tall, paler than me, broad-shouldered but a little soft in the gut. Ms. Hoff seemed slightly out of his league but its entirely possible he was funny or something. I pegged them both as late-30s, a few years older than me, though I probably looked at least ten years their senior. My hair was already rivered with grey and I carried a perpetual hangover with me like my own personal ball and chain. Neither of the pair looked like theyd slept more than a few hours in the last week. I recognized their burnout, a reflection Id seen many times. “Im Eric, ” I said. “How ya doin? ” They told me their names, which Im redacting for privacy and because I forgot them. “Not great, ” Ms. Hoff said as they moved to let me in the door. “Kinda at the end of our rope, ” Mr. Hoff added. I nodded and tried to drag up a smile. “Its funny how quick rope runs out. Life gets tight. Why dont you show me the job-sorry, I mean your son? ” As we walked through the house I got a snapshot of the Hoffs' world. Family pictures dotted the walls: the couple, smiling, baby photos of a boy and a girl, school portraits, vacations, all the normal signs of a lovely life. One large group shot hung in a place of pride in the den. It was the Hoffs and two children, a boy of about 13 and a girl maybe half that age. All four of them were posed on the beach wearing matching white shirts and blue shorts. 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Nothing seems to help. ” Mr. Hoff ran a big hand through thinning blond hair. “Theres something deeply, viciously wrong with John. When I look him in the eyes, I just. I swear its not my son looking back at me. The eyes are his but theyre not. I know that doesnt make sense. None of this makes-” “We need to know, ” Ms. Hoff jumped it, “we have to know that youre on the level. I hope you can forgive us for being a little skeptical. I dont think its every day you find a professional exorcist through social media. ” I fished in my jacket pocket for a business card. “Amateur exorcist. I like to stress that. ” I handed the couple some cards. “To the best of my knowledge there isnt really a licensing committee for exorcists, so Im reluctant to call myself a pro. Maybe semi-professional. The Vatican has its own accreditation process but its not like they offer it online. And Im not exactly seminary material. So think of me as more of eelance consultant. ” “Are you bullshit? ” Ms. Hoff asked me point-blank. “No, ” I told her. “I know exactly how it sounds. And I know Im the clean-cut edge of professionalism here. But Im real. The genuine article. Its pretty fucking weird but if you found me Im guessing youve seen miles and miles of weird already. ” I heard the knuckles pop as Mr. Hoff made a fist. “Something took him, something is in there with John. Its hurting him. I know it. I just dont know how to help. ” The last part came out choked. He was determined and he was steady but he clearly had no ideas, no options for how to take the pain from his son. I understood that frustration, feeling the need to move mountains with nothing but a shovel. Hoffs mouth was pressed in a thin line, her jaw tight. “Are you ready? ” she asked me. “Yeah. Lets go see John. ”. The smell hit me through the door. I coughed. “Oh Christ, ” Mr. Hoff muttered. “Im sorry about that. The last few days its been worse. Hes been making messes. ” I pulled my shirt over my mouth and nose when Mr. Hoff opened the door. Johns room was dim, illuminated by a single desk lamp that split shadows from wall-to-wall. His father tried the light switch by the door but nothing changed. The boy was sitting on his bed. I guessed he was right around 13 or 14 years old. John wore jeans but no shirt or shoes. He was scratching violently at his bare, skinny torso leaving open angry red lines all across his chest. “John, ” Ms. Hoff yelled running to him and grabbing his arms. “Stop. Please stop scratching, we talked about this. Youre hurting yourself. Hoff went over to squeeze his sons shoulder and then briefly stepped out of the room. He came back with rags and cleaning supplies and moved to the corner John had used as a bathroom. Mr. Hoff began to tidy up. The boy was staring at me, lips threatening a smile. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck and arms rise. 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Just as a reminder, the purpose of the Brutosaur Challenge is very simple: It is to present a low-entry level means of earning the Mighty Caravan Brutosaur in way that would otherwise take a decent amount of knowledge and / or skill (depending on the gold-making method. I believe a large portion of the playerbase work 40+ hours a week, go to school full time, balance their gametime with other games or activities, and etc. So, that activity may prevent those players from being able to put in the time and effort to be knowledgeable about the Auction House or to be skilled with the use of TSM. I want to provide a basis for players wanting to get their goblin toes wet in the gold-making community. The following quoted portion comes from the original post, and it provides the guidelines for myself as I go through conduct this challenge. These guidelines / restrictions are not intended to make the challenge unnecessarily tough, but instead to inspire others to consider giving themselves a chance at getting the mount. My goal is for someone to see my challenge in March or April and think, “OK, he was able to earn the mount with only one character playing 2 hours a day. However, I have 3 hours available” or “I have a gatherer and 2 other alts with crafting professions, so I can do what he did, but with less time. ” So, lets get into the Brutosaur Challenge details! First and foremost, I have a few self-imposed restrictions in order to simulate someone hoping to get the mount, but they do not have all the available resources to do so. So, here are my following restrictions: Starting from Level 1. So, I made a Goblin Hunter on November 1st 2019, and that is when the challenge started. I figured this would be the best way to go about clearing the slate and starting at zero. No Usage of Alts. Again, I think there are still a lot of players who only have 1 character that they focus on during their gameplay. So, the lack of available alts helps simulate that. For example, if I get a ton of runecloth, I cannot send it any of my alts to make into valuable transmog or whatever. No Vendor Sales. Another restriction I will place on myself is the removal of the ability to hunt those items that one can buy from a vendor for less than 5 gold, then turn around and make several hundred gold on the Auction House. I feel a more inexperienced player would not know about these items (or tactic in general) so I will not do it. 2 Hours Per Day Farming. I do not know what the average amount of time a player puts into the game per day, but I have settled on 2 hours per day for now. Why 2 hours? In short and personally, I feel like 2 hours per day is enough time to build reasonable data. This should give us a means of extrapolating and interpolating data such that if someone had less time, they could figure out roughly whether or not this would work for them (or if they would need to supplement with WoW Tokens, more time, better methods, and etc. So, those are the hard lines in the sand that I have drawn for myself. Keep in mind, these are my own self-imposed restrictions, so if you happen to have alts, more time, 120s, and multiple accounts, then your time needed to farm should only go down from here. However, to bridge the gap, there are a few things I am allowing myself to do. Flipping. This will be very, very restricted. Time-wise, flipping can be one of the most efficient means of making gold in WoW, but I want to make sure to keep this challenge relatable. So, I may go and purchase a few stacks of items with the intent of relisting them if they are priced extremely low. However that will be the extent of it. I will not be looking to find things like the Glorious Leggings for 10, 000 gold with the intent of reselling for more than that. Farms. As of now, I have not done any ‘farms in this challenge, but I am leaving that as an option in the future. For example, if I have a stock of herbs and ore and nothing has sold, or I am getting tired of gathering in general, then I may just grind on elementals for a few hours for Volatile Water or Primal Fire or other crafting goods. I will never do a transmog farm in this challenge. Times. So, I mentioned that I am restricting myself to 2 hours per day. That is an average. In other words, if I do not farm for 2 days, then I will make up those 4 hours in the following days. Similarly, if I know Patch 8. 3 is dropping on January 14, 2020, then maybe I will farm a little extra that week and relax the following week. For those familiar with my play style, I try to never make myself feel forced to do something in game. If I do it, it is because I enjoy it. Also, this is farmed time, I dont include listing / Auction House time since that will vary from person to person dramatically. Professions. When it comes to professions, I am using mining and herbalism for this challenge. However, I am not opposed to making trades with other people. For example, instead of buying Monel-Hardened Stirrups for 500 gold each, I will have someone craft them with the ore I have farmed tipping them 500 to 1000 gold depending on the stack size. This time I want to give you a little bit of a deeper breakdown of what I did on a day-by-day basis so there is more an understanding of my thought process behind my actions. Also, I want to mention here that if you start this challenge, and you dont seem to being seeing much success, give it a little bit of time. Every time I have started this challenge, I have been behind what I needed to make on a daily basis for 1 or 2 weeks. So, lets start with the first week, and go from there! Day 1 to Day 10 (22 hours; 94, 463 gold) Day 1 we created our character on a random realm - a brand new level 1 goblin (of course) Much of the first couple of hours was simply questing our way out of the starting zone. There is not much to mention here except for the fact that we are in one of the most important stages of the gold farming. During this week and many of the following weeks, we are leveling and gathering every single herb and ore that we come across. Copper, Iron, Mithril, Thorium, Silverleaf, Kingsblood, Sungrass, Purple Lotus. If there was a yellow dot on the mini map, we went for it! The reason this is so important is that we have absolutely no idea what sells on this server, and the best way to find this out is to get out there and start gathering. Sure, we could always go to The Undermine Journal, and there is a lot of wisdom in doing so, but sometimes, it is good to just get out there and see what happens. I didnt go through and keep up with my levels each day, so I am guessing we are somewhere in the neighborhood of level 60 or 70 on Day 10. So, some of the 94, 463 gold came from quests, but the overwhelming majority of it came from simply gathering materials. No flipping of materials the first month. Now this section is probably going to be one of the most important sections, because as a new goblin you may be asking “What did you sell to get that much gold? Nearly 100k gold seems a bit high for a level 60 or 70. ” The reason this question is misleading is because it assumes the same material works the same way on each server. If I tell you I sold Purple Lotus or Iron Ore, then the immediate instinctive response is to go out and farm that material and throw it on your servers Auction House. The reason this response doesnt work all the time is because maybe there are not a lot of people leveling professions on your server, maybe there is someone farming that item on your server, or it could be an extremely slow sell. The key to gold making is find your niche on the market ? think of it has hunting for demands. This is what I will explain in the next paragraph. So at this point, I am a young goblin with a bag full of various herbs and ores. What do I do? List them on the Auction House. Thats it. The action is simple, but there is more to the thought process. At this point in time, I have no idea what sells well on this server, and I need to find some level of direction as far as where to quest next (since scaling allows me to level mostly anywhere except starting zones. So, I am going to let the Auction House tell me where to go next. As I check the mail the next day, I see that 10 Copper sold for 4g per ore, Tin did not sell, and all my Iron sold for 20g per ore. OK, at this point I know I need to go somewhere and quest where there is Iron ore ? and lots of it. So, now I have some direction (and I may be able to find some more Copper later as well) Alright, so the Iron has been selling, but in all fairness, it sells a little slow. I have had 600 Iron ore on the Auction House for a few days now. Some has sold here and there, but I need to work on something else while waiting for that to sell. Well, lets take a look at Mithril ore as we quest in the Badlands. From what I see on my Auction House, it looks like it goes for potentially 40g per ore, but I dont know how often it sales. As I am questing and gathering, I come across an area of Badlands that only spawns Dragonstooth. What is this herb used for? Doesnt matter, lets pick up a bit, and see if anyone buys it on the
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I walked up to the Hoffs pretty blue door and tried my best to look presentable. My denim jacket was frayed and old, I was wearing a band shirt from a show Id never been to, and I hadn't shaved in a weeks worth of Sundays. I did brush my teeth that morning, though, so I was feeling crisp. I knocked my most professional knock and waited. A noticed a little bourbon was dripping down my pants and soaking into my socks. It was a banner day, already. A couple opened the door. The wife was short and had skin like new caramel. She wore red flannel and jeans and was shockingly pretty. The husband was tall, paler than me, broad-shouldered but a little soft in the gut. Ms. Hoff seemed slightly out of his league but its entirely possible he was funny or something. I pegged them both as late-30s, a few years older than me, though I probably looked at least ten years their senior. My hair was already rivered with grey and I carried a perpetual hangover with me like my own personal ball and chain. Neither of the pair looked like theyd slept more than a few hours in the last week. I recognized their burnout, a reflection Id seen many times. “Im Eric, ” I said. “How ya doin? ” They told me their names, which Im redacting for privacy and because I forgot them. “Not great, ” Ms. Hoff said as they moved to let me in the door. “Kinda at the end of our rope, ” Mr. Hoff added. I nodded and tried to drag up a smile. “Its funny how quick rope runs out. Life gets tight. Why dont you show me the job-sorry, I mean your son? ” As we walked through the house I got a snapshot of the Hoffs' world. Family pictures dotted the walls: the couple, smiling, baby photos of a boy and a girl, school portraits, vacations, all the normal signs of a lovely life. One large group shot hung in a place of pride in the den. It was the Hoffs and two children, a boy of about 13 and a girl maybe half that age. All four of them were posed on the beach wearing matching white shirts and blue shorts. The whole effect was cheesy and sweet and their smiles were wide and warm. I had to fight down a sudden daydream about Jen and me on the beach. Would we have taken silly photos in matching shirts if wed had kids? Jen probably would have loved that and I would have pretended to protest but gone along anyway because… Ms. Hoff stopped at the start of the hall and turned to me, snapping me back to real life. “I have to ask, ” she said, worrying at the nails of one hand with the other. “This s really been a nightmare Mr. -” “Erics fine, ” I said. She nodded. “Eric. Its been, ” Ms. Hoff threw up her hands. “I dont even know how to tell you. Im so scared for our son. ” “Weve taken John to every doctor in the area, ” Mr. Hoff said. “Weve taken him to three psychologists, one up all the way in Baltimore. We even asked our priest to take a look, the same one who baptized John and his sister. Nothing seems to help. ” Mr. Hoff ran a big hand through thinning blond hair. “Theres something deeply, viciously wrong with John. When I look him in the eyes, I just. I swear its not my son looking back at me. The eyes are his but theyre not. I know that doesnt make sense. None of this makes-” “We need to know, ” Ms. Hoff jumped it, “we have to know that youre on the level. I hope you can forgive us for being a little skeptical. I dont think its every day you find a professional exorcist through social media. ” I fished in my jacket pocket for a business card. “Amateur exorcist. I like to stress that. ” I handed the couple some cards. “To the best of my knowledge there isnt really a licensing committee for exorcists, so Im reluctant to call myself a pro. Maybe semi-professional. The Vatican has its own accreditation process but its not like they offer it online. And Im not exactly seminary material. So think of me as more of eelance consultant. ” “Are you bullshit? ” Ms. Hoff asked me point-blank. “No, ” I told her. “I know exactly how it sounds. And I know Im the clean-cut edge of professionalism here. But Im real. The genuine article. Its pretty fucking weird but if you found me Im guessing youve seen miles and miles of weird already. ” I heard the knuckles pop as Mr. Hoff made a fist. “Something took him, something is in there with John. Its hurting him. I know it. I just dont know how to help. ” The last part came out choked. He was determined and he was steady but he clearly had no ideas, no options for how to take the pain from his son. I understood that frustration, feeling the need to move mountains with nothing but a shovel. Hoffs mouth was pressed in a thin line, her jaw tight. “Are you ready? ” she asked me. “Yeah. Lets go see John. ”. The smell hit me through the door. I coughed. “Oh Christ, ” Mr. Hoff muttered. “Im sorry about that. The last few days its been worse. Hes been making messes. ” I pulled my shirt over my mouth and nose when Mr. Hoff opened the door. Johns room was dim, illuminated by a single desk lamp that split shadows from wall-to-wall. His father tried the light switch by the door but nothing changed. The boy was sitting on his bed. I guessed he was right around 13 or 14 years old. John wore jeans but no shirt or shoes. He was scratching violently at his bare, skinny torso leaving open angry red lines all across his chest. “John, ” Ms. Hoff yelled running to him and grabbing his arms. “Stop. Please stop scratching, we talked about this. Youre hurting yourself. Hoff went over to squeeze his sons shoulder and then briefly stepped out of the room. He came back with rags and cleaning supplies and moved to the corner John had used as a bathroom. Mr. Hoff began to tidy up. The boy was staring at me, lips threatening a smile. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck and arms rise. Looking at him was like putting my hand close to an exposed live-wire. The wrongness was written all over and through him from the set of his shoulders to the twitch in his hand. Even his breathing seemed out of rhythm. Johns eyes were the worst part, empty as fresh graves waiting for a funeral. But if I looked long enough, I could see the faintest sign of something under the emptiness, swimming around inside of the boy, a shadow in deep water. “Hi, ” John said to me. His voice was young, normal, but carried an old note hidden under the rest. I ignored the thing pretending to be the boy. “We can go. ”. It smiled as we left. Once we were back in the Hoffs dining room, I dropped into a chair. We probably spent less than ninety seconds in Johns room but I felt tired already. The whole experience left me feeling dirty and depressed. I noticed the Hoffs were still standing, staring at me. “Do you have anything to drink? ” I asked. Hoff walked into the kitchen. “I think weve got some Coke, water, of course, or I could put on coffee, or-” “No, ” I interrupted. “Anything to drink. Hoff looked confused but Ms. Hoff was already stepping around him. She opened a cabinet next to the fridge. “Weve got some Malibu leftover from Christmas, ” Ms. Hoff said, rummaging. “And I think some vodka thats been in here long enough its turning back into potatoes. ” I rubbed my eyes. “Mr. Hoff, please put that coffee on. Hoff, Id appreciate you forever if you could bring that vodka and three mugs to the table. ” “I dont drink, ” Mr. I looked back at Johns room. Even though I couldnt see the thing, I knew it was glaring at me through the wall. “Nows a great time to start, Mr. Hoff, ” I said. Once the coffee was finished, the three of us sat at the dining room table and drank. I put two fingers of vodka in each mug, then another fingers worth in mine after my first few gulps. “Has anything traumatic, unusual, violent or otherwise exceptionally shitty happened to John recently? ” I asked. The couple shared a look. “His sister passed away over the summer, ” Mr. “There was an accident. ” “Car crash? ” I asked. Hoff shook her head. “Um, drowned. We were at the beach. John and Alice went out a little too far and got caught in a ri
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To finally call forth a beast of proper power! ” The fifth inmate growled now, “get on with it you hack! ” The inmate had a thick Bostonian accent and had a few symbols of hate groups tattooed on his fingers. “I wanna pluck this little birdies feathers off one by one while his little buddies watch! ” the man laughed. “Sanders…” another mans voice croaked from somewhere above us, a similar accent as the inmate, “you will not win this one either…” I looked up to see a man tied upside down to a make-shift cross, also upside down. Several thick, heavy chains bound him firmly to the cross, suspended a good ten meters above the floor. “Jason? ” Zepherina shouted at the man hanging. “Hey, Zeph…” Jason, the man, grunted, struggling against his chains. It was then I noticed the massive wings, also covered in multiple chains. His wings struggled against them, but they were too thick to break. “Im afraid youre too late to rescue anyone, ” the summoner taunted, “for now I shall bring back honor to the title of Immunda! I will be fully realized, for the master summoner whose name my Master had bestowed upon me! ” Bella stood by, glaring at us, “Let us leave nothing to chance Andy, sick the dogs on these three! ” The man at the head, who must have been Andy, grinned, “You heard the pretty lady, boys! ” The four men all turned to him, their eyes dull, their breathing labored. “Tear our guests apart! ” Andy shouted. Tasha quickly transformed into her succubus form, flying into the air, “you two handle the thugs, Ill help Jason down! ” Zepherina grinned wide, “oh fuck-the-hell-yes! ” I swallowed hard, moving behind Zepherina. Zepherina grinned to me, giving me a wink, “Dont worry Zith - I got you covered! ” Tasha met Jason in the air, and struck her staff against the chains, breaking them. She then helped Jason down from the cross, chanting the Lords prayer as she did. I watched as the pair of them descended, holy magic swirling around Jason, healing his wounds, and restoring his strength. Jasons body now resonated with a similar power that surrounded Sofia. The power with Jason was different, however, it was less ordered but dedicated. As if the holy spirits within him had a dedicated, joint purpose, in line with his will, rather than forced against it. As Tasha broke the chains and healed Jason, I heard something I didnt expect. “Succubus! ” Bella screamed, enraged, “How dare you! ” Tasha stood, holding her staff at the ready. “How dare I what? ” “You! ” Bella growled, her hands clenched into fists so tight I swear I could see blood dripping from them, “How dare you, a demoness, follow God! ” Bella glared daggers at Tasha. Zepherina gave a firm punch to the first thug who rushed us, another whipped around her flank towards me, “watch out! ” a third grabbed her, and she hurled him rather effortlessly over her shoulder. I tried to move back from him before Jason rushed to my side, punching the guy in the gut, and shoving a massive pistol in his mouth. “In nomine Patris, et Filii et, Spiritus Sancti! ” he said as he pulled the trigger. The instant he did, a surge of holy power blasted through Jason, surging through his body, and focusing out the end of the pistol, blasting the mans head clean off. “Jason! ” Tasha gasped. Jason turned to us, pulling the silver and white pistol up with his other hand, “these guys are corpses infested with demon spirits… They arent even human anymore. Immunda gave them some kind of dose of demon blood before we put them on death row. ” Zepherina laughed, “So theyre fair game! ” with this she grabbed a man she was grappling with, and gave a quick twist of his head, breaking his neck. To my shock, the man didnt go down, but stumbled backward, his head reversed. He grinned, his head slowly turning around. My stomach turned, I glanced at Tasha, to see she had turned away. “These guys arent the big fish! ” Jason shouted, “Immundas trying to channel Asmodai into Sanders! ” The man who stood with Immunda and Bella now cackled, “Trying? ” his eyes were now glowing green, his voice deepening, and resonating through the halls, “there is no trying…” Immense
I met her at a party my friend Matt organized last year. Although the party was big with lots of people there, she stood out from the crowd immediately. Red hair, blue eyes, full lips, voluptuous figure. She was mesmerizing in an otherworldly manner which I cannot explain. I couldnt take my eyes off her and soon, she noticed my voracious glances and returned them. At the time, I hadnt even thought about approaching her. With her amazing looks, she had a lot of wooers around her, but seemed bemused by every single one of them. Thats why when I grabbed a beer and turned around to see her standing right in front of me, I was so startled I almost spilled my beer all over myself. “Hi. ” She said with a curious smile, ignoring my clumsiness. “Hi back. ” I said, trying my best not to stare at her cleavage. “Youre a friend of Matts? I havent seen you before. ” “I am. My names Jake. ” “Maria. ” She replied and we shook hands. At the time, the only thing I could think was ? what in the whole hell was wrong with her, that she decided to talk to me of all people at the party? “You want a drink? ” I gestured to the plethora of booze on the table. “No, I dont drink. I will take that coke zero, though. ” She jovially said, as she bent forward unnaturally to reach the coke can on the table, making her breasts even more prominent in that position. I remember wondering at that point if she did that on purpose to tease me, or if she was completely oblivious to the sight she was displaying. My bet was on the first one and it invigorated me to strike up a conversation with her further. “So, what about you? How do you know Matt? ” I asked, my brain desperately trying to conjure up some smooth lines, but only sputtering out the most basic sentences. “He and I used to be neighbors when we were kids and played together almost every day during summer. We just kinda stayed in touch over the years, as improbable as it sounds. ” “Wow, I cant believe hes never told me about you all these years. ” I tried to be more daring, the beer taking more control than I was. Now, Matt and I used to hang out a lot more frequently before, but he never told me about Maria. He did have a lot of friends though, and its not like we sat around talking about his friends all day. She smiled and took a sip of her coke, maintaining eye contact with me the whole time. Just then, a new song started playing and Maria gasped with a grin on her face. “I love this song! Wanna dance? ” She winked, gesturing with her head for me to follow. My testosterone was already out of control by then from being in the proximity of a woman of such appearance, so I didnt need to be asked twice. I grabbed her by the hand and took her to the middle of the room, among the other drunken guests. Maria and I danced for hours, which says a lot about me, because I absolutely hate dancing. I remember in my intoxicated state seeing Matt giving me a weird glance with his eyebrows raised, when he saw me there with her. After a while, things got heated and Maria and I began making out and grinding on the dance floor. I continued drinking along the way and with my lack of self-control over booze, I blacked out at some point. I woke up in the morning with a throbbing headache, the sunlight coming through the window blinding me. I grunted and opened my eyes with great difficulty, observing my surroundings. I was in the bedroom of my apartment. There was a note on the nightstand, written with almost perfect handwriting. See you soon. Maria There was a lipstick imprint in the shape of lips under that. I flipped the note over, hoping for a number or a way to contact her, but there was nothing else. I cursed loudly for not remembering anything about the fiery last night I probably had with Maria or having a way to contact her back, but at the time, my biggest concern was my throbbing head. I spent most of that day laying in bed and at around 4 pm I got a call from an unknown number. “Hello? ” I answered, expecting a call from a marketing or insurance agency. “Hey Jake! ” A playful female voice resounded on the other side. “Uh, hi? ” I said, trying not to give away my confusion. “Its Maria. Remember me? ” She asked playfully again. “Maria, hi! Of course I remember you! How was… the party for you? ” “The party was okay. But after-party was amazing. ” She giggled. I laughed awkwardly. “Say, did Matt give you my number? ” I asked. “Oh, I got it myself. While you were sleeping, I used your phone to call myself. ” “Oh, okay. ” I wish I could say that this raised some red flags, but the part of me which was into Maria decided to ignore such a creepy fact. More so, I was glad she called me. “Hey, Jake? Do you wanna go out somewhere tonight? ” She asked. “Out? Tonight? ” I was taken aback by this, but it was still a pleasant surprise. “Yeah, sure. How about we go to a quieter place tonight? ” “Thats a great idea! ” I could hear the excitement in her voice over the phone “Boss Café, 8 pm? ” “Sure. Do you want me to pick you up somewhere, or…” “No, its okay. See you soon, Jakey! Cant wait! ” I dressed up fancier than last night and put on an expensive perfume, to make up for the intoxicated state I was in at the party. Maria was already seated at a table in the restaurant, looking even more enthralling than last night. She wore a tight, fancy red dress that matched her hair and brought her bodily features to expression. I felt my temperature going up right away and it wasnt from the restaurants heating. She and I hit it off right pretty well from the start and after just a few minutes of talking, I realized she wasnt just a pretty face and a hot body, but also a font of knowledge that possessed the intellect of someone who could put a scholar to shame. I honestly started to feel a bit intimidated by this point. She was a psychologist in high school, who planned to start her own business and in her spare time she enjoyed painting, joining book club meetings and going to acting classes twice a week. And then there was me; a half-ambitious accountant, whose only goal was to make it to Friday so I could go drinking. She didnt seem to mind my lack of hobbies though, and was genuinely interested in everything I had to say, gleefully hanging on to every word I uttered. After dinner we went back to my place and when things started getting heated, she stopped me. She seemed genuinely worried, so when I asked her what was wrong, she told me that shes not the kind of person to sleep around, but that she likes me and wants to try something more serious with me. Most of my thinking capabilities were by then drained from staring at her exposed breasts, but I used my remaining brainpower to tell her I understand what she meant and that the feeling was mutual. At that, she seemed relieved and we took things further in the bedroom. Luckily, this time I remembered every single detail. We officially started dating after that and things went smoothly for a while. We saw each other every day and often shed sleep over. Frankly, I was beginning to think that she was the one and I had already started picturing our future together, even though we had been dating only for a month. And then one day, everything changed. We were on a date in Boss Café and she was telling me about her day. I carefully listened and agreed with her that the 15 year old girl from school that she was talking to was spoiled. My phone vibrated and I unlocked it. “Oh, crap. I forgot that I gotta meet up with Federica later. ” I said. “Who? ” Maria asked as she took a sip of her coffee. “My friend Federica. She and I agreed to catch up this week. ” “Excuse me? ” Marias face contorted into a grimace of anger. I had never seen her make this facial expression, so I instantly assumed this was bad. “Yeah, I mean. Federica and I have known each other over ten years. ” “So? Its not right for someone in a relationship to have any lady friends, Jake. I dont have any guy friends, either. ” “What? Come on, Federica is like a sister to me. And I mean, you hang out with Matt too, right? ” “No, I dont. I blocked him on all my social media when you and I started dating. Men and women cant be friends, theres always a chance for something more to happen between them. ” “Are you serious? Look, Im not forbidding you from hanging out with guys, its perfectly normal to have friends of the opposite sex, as long as youre just friends. ” “I dont agree with you. ” She crossed her arms, fuming “Im sorry Jake, but youre going to have to choose. Me or her. ” “Maria, come on. Dont be like this. Federica is just a friend! Im not going to cut off a friend Ive known for ten years, over someone Ive known for one month, so please dont make me choose. ” “If you wont cut her off, then I want to be with you every time you hang out with her. ” “No. ” I said sternly “Youll get to meet her, but I cant drag you to every-“ Before I managed to finish my sentence, Maria stood up and threw her coffee in my face. The nearby guests of the restaurant glanced in our direction, as Maria stormed out, furiously stomping her feet. I wiped my face and shirt futilely with a napkin, trying to pretend like everything was okay. I asked for the check from the waiter - who tried to keep a straight face ? and politely excused myself out of there. I would probably not be going back there any time soon. An hour later, I was at Federicas place and we were catching up, talking about old times, when my phone buzzed. I unlocked it and saw that I got a message from Maria. It said: How can you be so selfish? I replied: Im sorry if I hurt you, but try to understand my side. Well talk a bit later about it. I continued chatting with Federica, when my phone buzzed again. It was Maria again. No, we will not. I wont change my stance on this. “Is everything okay? ” Federica asked, possibly noticing my frustrated facial expression. “Yeah, every
I met her at a party my friend Matt organized last year. Although the party was big with lots of people there, she stood out from the crowd immediately. Red hair, blue eyes, full lips, voluptuous figure. She was mesmerizing in an otherworldly manner which I cannot explain. I couldnt take my eyes off her and soon, she noticed my voracious glances and returned them. At the time, I hadnt even thought about approaching her. With her amazing looks, she had a lot of wooers around her, but seemed bemused by every single one of them. Thats why when I grabbed a beer and turned around to see her standing right in front of me, I was so startled I almost spilled my beer all over myself. “Hi. ” She said with a curious smile, ignoring my clumsiness. “Hi back. ” I said, trying my best not to stare at her cleavage. “Youre a friend of Matts? I havent seen you before. ” “I am. My names Jake. ” “Maria. ” She replied and we shook hands. At the time, the only thing I could think was ? what in the whole hell was wrong with her, that she decided to talk to me of all people at the party? “You want a drink? ” I gestured to the plethora of booze on the table. “No, I dont drink. I will take that coke zero, though. ” She jovially said, as she bent forward unnaturally to reach the coke can on the table, making her breasts even more prominent in that position. I remember wondering at that point if she did that on purpose to tease me, or if she was completely oblivious to the sight she was displaying. My bet was on the first one and it invigorated me to strike up a conversation with her further. “So, what about you? How do you know Matt? ” I asked, my brain desperately trying to conjure up some smooth lines, but only sputtering out the most basic sentences. “He and I used to be neighbors when we were kids and played together almost every day during summer. We just kinda stayed in touch over the years, as improbable as it sounds. ” “Wow, I cant believe hes never told me about you all these years. ” I tried to be more daring, the beer taking more control than I was. Now, Matt and I used to hang out a lot more frequently before, but he never told me about Maria. He did have a lot of friends though, and its not like we sat around talking about his friends all day. She smiled and took a sip of her coke, maintaining eye contact with me the whole time. Just then, a new song started playing and Maria gasped with a grin on her face. “I love this song! Wanna dance? ” She winked, gesturing with her head for me to follow. My testosterone was already out of control by then from being in the proximity of a woman of such appearance, so I didnt need to be asked twice. I grabbed her by the hand and took her to the middle of the room, among the other drunken guests. Maria and I danced for hours, which says a lot about me, because I absolutely hate dancing. I remember in my intoxicated state seeing Matt giving me a weird glance with his eyebrows raised, when he saw me there with her. After a while, things got heated and Maria and I began making out and grinding on the dance floor. I continued drinking along the way and with my lack of self-control over booze, I blacked out at some point. I woke up in the morning with a throbbing headache, the sunlight coming through the window blinding me. I grunted and opened my eyes with great difficulty, observing my surroundings. I was in the bedroom of my apartment. There was a note on the nightstand, written with almost perfect handwriting. See you soon. Maria There was a lipstick imprint in the shape of lips under that. I flipped the note over, hoping for a number or a way to contact her, but there was nothing else. I cursed loudly for not remembering anything about the fiery last night I probably had with Maria or having a way to contact her back, but at the time, my biggest concern was my throbbing head. I spent most of that day laying in bed and at around 4 pm I got a call from an unknown number. “Hello? ” I answered, expecting a call from a marketing or insurance agency. “Hey Jake! ” A playful female voice resounded on the other side. “Uh, hi? ” I said, trying not to give away my confusion. “Its Maria. Remember me? ” She asked playfully again. “Maria, hi! Of course I remember you! How was… the party for you? ” “The party was okay. But after-party was amazing. ” She giggled. I laughed awkwardly. “Say, did Matt give you my number? ” I asked. “Oh, I got it myself. While you were sleeping, I used your phone to call myself. ” “Oh, okay. ” I wish I could say that this raised some red flags, but the part of me which was into Maria decided to ignore such a creepy fact. More so, I was glad she called me. “Hey, Jake? Do you wanna go out somewhere tonight? ” She asked. “Out? Tonight? ” I was taken aback by this, but it was still a pleasant surprise. “Yeah, sure. How about we go to a quieter place tonight? ” “Thats a great idea! ” I could hear the excitement in her voice over the phone “Boss Café, 8 pm? ” “Sure. Do you want me to pick you up somewhere, or…” “No, its okay. See you soon, Jakey! Cant wait! ” I dressed up fancier than last night and put on an expensive perfume, to make up for the intoxicated state I was in at the party. Maria was already seated at a table in the restaurant, looking even more enthralling than last night. She wore a tight, fancy red dress that matched her hair and brought her bodily features to expression. I felt my temperature going up right away and it wasnt from the restaurants heating. She and I hit it off right pretty well from the start and after just a few minutes of talking, I realized she wasnt just a pretty face and a hot body, but also a font of knowledge that possessed the intellect of someone who could put a scholar to shame. I honestly started to feel a bit intimidated by this point. She was a psychologist in high school, who planned to start her own business and in her spare time she enjoyed painting, joining book club meetings and going to acting classes twice a week. And then there was me; a half-ambitious accountant, whose only goal was to make it to Friday so I could go drinking. She didnt seem to mind my lack of hobbies though, and was genuinely interested in everything I had to say, gleefully hanging on to every word I uttered. After dinner we went back to my place and when things started getting heated, she stopped me. She seemed genuinely worried, so when I asked her what was wrong, she told me that shes not the kind of person to sleep around, but that she likes me and wants to try something more serious with me. Most of my thinking capabilities were by then drained from staring at her exposed breasts, but I used my remaining brainpower to tell her I understand what she meant and that the feeling was mutual. At that, she seemed relieved and we took things further in the bedroom. Luckily, this time I remembered every single detail. We officially started dating after that and things went smoothly for a while. We saw each other every day and often shed sleep over. Frankly, I was beginning to think that she was the one and I had already started picturing our future together, even though we had been dating only for a month. And then one day, everything changed. We were on a date in Boss Café and she was telling me about her day. I carefully listened and agreed with her that the 15 year old girl from school that she was talking to was spoiled. My phone vibrated and I unlocked it. “Oh, crap. I forgot that I gotta meet up with Federica later. ” I said. “Who? ” Maria asked as she took a sip of her coffee. “My friend Federica. She and I agreed to catch up this week. ” “Excuse me? ” Marias face contorted into a grimace of anger. I had never seen her make this facial expression, so I instantly assumed this was bad. “Yeah, I mean. Federica and I have known each other over ten years. ” “So? Its not right for someone in a relationship to have any lady friends, Jake. I dont have any guy friends, either. ” “What? Come on, Federica is like a sister to me. And I mean, you hang out with Matt too, right? ” “No, I dont. I blocked him on all my social media when you and I started dating. Men and women cant be friends, theres always a chance for something more to happen between them. ” “Are you serious? Look, Im not forbidding you from hanging out with guys, its perfectly normal to have friends of the opposite sex, as long as youre just friends. ” “I dont agree with you. ” She crossed her arms, fuming “Im sorry Jake, but youre going to have to choose. Me or her. ” “Maria, come on. Dont be like this. Federica is just a friend! Im not going to cut off a friend Ive known for ten years, over someone Ive known for one month, so please dont make me choose. ” “If you wont cut her off, then I want to be with you every time you hang out with her. ” “No. ” I said sternly “Youll get to meet her, but I cant drag you to every-“ Before I managed to finish my sentence, Maria stood up and threw her coffee in my face. The nearby guests of the restaurant glanced in our direction, as Maria stormed out, furiously stomping her feet. I wiped my face and shirt futilely with a napkin, trying to pretend like everything was okay. I asked for the check from the waiter - who tried to keep a straight face ? and politely excused myself out of there. I would probably not be going back there any time soon. An hour later, I was at Federicas place and we were catching up, talking about old times, when my phone buzzed. I unlocked it and saw that I got a message from Maria. It said: How can you be so selfish? I replied: Im sorry if I hurt you, but try to understand my side. Well talk a bit later about it. I continued chatting with Federica, when my phone buzzed again. It was Maria again. No, we will not. I wont change my stance on this. “Is everything okay? ” Federica asked, possibly noticing my frustrated facial expression. “Yeah, every
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