Best Run in terms of anything
Audrey Hepburn: Breakfast at Tiffany's, Charade, The Children's Hour, Paris When It Sizzles, My Fair Lady, Wait Until Dark, The Unforgiven, How to Steal a Million, and Two for the Road.
Natalie Wood: Splendor in the Grass, West Side Story, Gypsy, Love with the Proper Stranger, Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice, All the Fine Young Cannibals, Cash McCall, Penelope, This Property Is Condemned, Sex and the Single Girl, The Great Race, and Inside Daisy Clover.
Julie Andrews: Mary Poppins, The Sound of Music, The Americanization of Emily, Thoroughly Modern Millie, Hawaii, Torn Curtain, Star!, and Think Twentieth.
Bette Davis: Pocketful of Miracles, What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?, The Nanny, Hush...Hush, Sweet Charlotte, Dead Ringer, The Empty Canvas, The Anniversary, and Where Love Has Gone.
Monica Vitti: L'Avventura, Follie d'estate, La Notte, Three Fables of Love, L'Eclisse, Sex Quartet, I Married You for Fun, The Girl with the Pistol, Kill Me Quick, I'm Cold, On My Way to the Crusades, I Met a Girl Who..., Help Me, My Love, The Scarlet Lady, Red Desert, Le bambole, Il disco volante, Modesty Blaise, High Infidelity, Nutty, Naughty Chateau, and Sweet and Sour.
Liv Ullmann: Persona, Kort är sommaren, Tonny, Smeltedigelen, En hyggelig fyr, Onkel Vanja, Måken, De kalte ham Skarven, Cocktailselskapet, Hour of the Wolf, An-Magritt, The Passion of Anna, and Shame.
Catherine Deneuve: The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, Repulsion, Belle de Jour, Les Petits Chats, L'Homme à femmes, Les Portes claquent, Ça c'est la vie, And Satan Calls the Turns, Tales of Paris, Portuguese Vacation, Vice and Virtue, The Young Girls of Rochefort, Who Wants to Sleep?, Le Chant du monde, The World's Most Beautiful Swindlers, La costanza della ragione, Male Companion, Male Hunt, Manon 70, La Chamade, Benjamin, Mayerling, The April Fools, A Matter of Resistance, Mississippi Mermaid, Tout peut arriver, and Les Créatures.
Julie Christie: Darling, Doctor Zhivago, Fahrenheit 451, Petulia, Far from the Madding Crowd, Billy Liar, Crooks Anonymous, The Fast Lady, Young Cassidy, and In Search of Gregory.
Rita Moreno: West Side Story, Popi, This Rebel Breed, The Night of the Following Day, Marlowe, Summer and Smoke, and Cry of Battle.
Judy Garland: Judgment at Nuremberg, I Could Go On Singing, Pepe, A Child Is Waiting, and Gay Purr-ee.
Joan Crawford: What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?, Strait-Jacket, The Caretakers, The Karate Killers, Berserk!, and I Saw What You Did.
Nora Ricci: The Birds, the Bees and the Italians, A Very Private Affair, Giuseppe Verdi, The Shortest Day, La fiera della vanità, The Witches, The Damned, Metti, una sera a cena, and The Libertine.
Pamela Tiffin: Summer and Smoke, One, Two, Three, The Pleasure Seekers, For Those Who Think Young, Come Fly with Me, The Lively Set, and State Fair.
Claudia Cardinale: 8 1/2, The Leopard, Rocco and His Brothers, Girl with a Suitcase, Cartouche, The Pink Panther, Once Upon a Time in the West, The Hell with Heroes, Blindfold, The Professionals, Lost Command, Don't Make Waves, The Day of the Owl, Il bell'Antonio, Austerlitz, The Lovemakers, The Lions Are Loose, Auguste, Careless, La ragazza di Bube, Time of Indifference, Circus World, The Magnificent Cuckold, Sandra, The Conspirators, A Fine Pair, Diary of a Telephone Operator, and The Red Tent.
Anouk Aimée: 8 1/2, La Dolce Vita, Lola, Justine, A Man and a Woman, The Last Judgment, The Joker, The Shortest Day, White Voices, Justine, The Appointment, Model Shop, La fuga, Sodom and Gomorrah, One Night... A Train, and The Dreamer.
Sandra Milo: 8½, Juliet of the Spirits, La visita, Méfiez-vous, mesdames, Ghosts of Rome, Weekend, Italian Style, Premio Nobel, Trusting Is Good... Shooting Is Better, Beautiful Families, The Strange Night, Classe Tous Risques, Adua and Her Friends, and Vanina Vanini.
Coral Browne: The Killing of Sister George, Dr. Crippen, The Roman Spring of Mrs. Stone, The Legend of Lylah Clare, Tamahine, The Night of the Generals, and Go to Blazes.
Rita Tushingham: Doctor Zhivago, Smashing Time, A Taste of Honey, The Leather Boys, The Knack ...and How to Get It, Girl with Green Eyes, A Place to Go, The Guru, The Trap, The Bed Sitting Room, and Diamonds for Breakfast.
Deborah Kerr: The Innocents, The Sundowners, The Grass Is Greener, The Night of the Iguana, Marriage on the Rocks, The Chalk Garden, The Naked Edge, Casino Royale, The Gypsy Moths, Eye of the Devil, The Arrangement, and Prudence and the Pill.
Ava Gardner: Mayerling, The Night of the Iguana, 55 Days at Peking, Seven Days in May, The Bible: In the Beginning..., and The Angel Wore Red.
Debbie Reynolds: How the West Was Won, Divorce American Style, The Singing Nun, The Unsinkable Molly Brown, The Rat Race, Pepe, The Pleasure of His Company, The Second Time Around, Debbie Reynolds and the Sound of Children, How Sweet It Is!, Mary, Mary, Goodbye Charlie, and My Six Loves.
Hermione Baddeley: Mary Poppins, Marriage on the Rocks, Harlow, The Adventures of Bullwhip Griffin, The Unsinkable Molly Brown, Rag Doll, Midnight Lace, Information Received, Let's Get Married, The Happiest Millionaire, and Do Not Disturb.
Virna Lisi: How to Murder Your Wife, Not with My Wife, You Don't!, The Secret of Santa Vittoria, Un militare e mezzo, Sua Eccellenza si fermò a mangiare, 5 marines per 100 ragazze, Eva, The Shortest Day, Don't Tempt the Devil, Duel of the Titans, Le bambole, The Black Tulip, Coplan Takes Risks, The 25th Hour, A Maiden for a Prince, Assault on a Queen, Made in Italy, Casanova 70, The Possessed, Kiss the Other Sheik, The Girl Who Couldn't Say No,Arabella, The Girl and the General, If It's Tuesday, This Must Be Belgium, The Christmas Tree, Anyone Can Play, and Better a Widow.
Liza Minnelli: The Odd Couple, The Sterile Cuckoo, and Charlie Bubbles.
Marilyn Monroe: Let's Make Love and The Misfits.
Shirley MacLaine: The Children's Hour, The Apartment, Two for the Seesaw, Irma la Douce, Sweet Charity, Ocean's 11, Can-Can, Gambit, The Bliss of Mrs. Blossom, John Goldfarb, Please Come Home!, What a Way to Go!, Woman Times Seven, The Yellow Rolls-Royce, My Geisha, All in a Night's Work, and Two Loves.
Suzy Kendall: 30 Is a Dangerous Age, Cynthia, To Sir, with Love, The Penthouse, Thunderball, The Liquidator, Circus of Fear, Up Jumped a Swagman, Up the Junction, The Sandwich Man, and Fräulein Doktor.
Angie Dickinson: Ocean's 11, The Sins of Rachel Cade, Captain Newman, M.D., Point Blank, The Killers, Jessica, The Art of Love, I'll Give My Life, The Bramble Bush, A Fever in the Blood, The Chase, The Poppy Is Also a Flower, Cast a Giant Shadow, Some Kind of a Nut, Sam Whiskey, The Last Challenge, Young Billy Young, and Rome Adventure.
Eva Marie Saint: Exodus, The Russians Are Coming, the Russians Are Coming, Grand Prix, The Sandpiper, All Fall Down, 36 Hours, and The Stalking Moon.
Anne Bancroft: The Miracle Worker, The Graduate, The Pumpkin Eater, The Slender Thread, and 7 Women.
Patricia Neal: Hud, Breakfast at Tiffany's, The Subject Was Roses, In Harm's Way, and Psyche 59.
Sue Lyon: The Night of the Iguana, Lolita, 7 Women, Tony Rome, Arsenic and Old Lace, Four Rode Out, and The Flim-Flam Man.
Ann-Margret: The Pleasure Seekers, State Fair, Bye Bye Birdie, The Cincinnati Kid, Viva Las Vegas, Stagecoach, Rebus, The Prophet, Seven Men and One Brain, The Tiger and the Pussycat, Murderers' Row, The Swinger, Bus Riley's Back in Town, Made in Paris, Once a Thief, Pocketful of Miracles, and Kitten with a Whip.
Flora Robson: 55 Days at Peking, Murder at the Gallop, Cry in the Wind, 7 Women, The Shuttered Room, Eye of the Devil, Those Magnificent Men in their Flying Machines, Guns at Batasi, and Young Cassidy.
Elizabeth Taylor: The Sandpiper, Scent of Mystery, The V.I.P.s, Cleopatra, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, BUtterfield 8, Reflections in a Golden Eye, Boom!, Secret Ceremony, Anne of the Thousand Days, The Comedians, Doctor Faustus, and The Taming of the Shrew.
Lee Remick: Days of Wine and Roses, Wild River, The Detective, Sanctuary, Experiment in Terror, Hard Contract, No Way to Treat a Lady, The Hallelujah Trail, Baby the Rain Must Fall, The Running Man, and The Wheeler Dealers.
Angela Lansbury: The Manchurian Candidate, The Dark at the Top of the Stairs, A Breath of Scandal, Blue Hawaii, Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, All Fall Down, Dear Heart, In the Cool of the Day, The World of Henry Orient, Harlow, The Greatest Story Ever Told, Mister Buddwing, and The Amorous Adventures of Moll Flanders.
Janet Leigh: Psycho, The Manchurian Candidate, Harper, Bye Bye Birdie, Pepe, Wives and Lovers, Kid Rodelo, Who Was That Lady?, Hello Down There, American Dream, Three on a Couch, and Grand Slam.
Vera Miles: Psycho, The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, Follow Me, Boys!, Sergeant Ryker, Mission Batangas, Kona Coast, The Green Berets, Hellfighters, One of Our Spies Is Missing, Gentle Giant, The Spirit Is Willing, Back Street, Five Branded Women, The Lawbreakers, It Takes All Kinds, Those Calloways, and A Tiger Walks.
Maria Grazia Buccella:I Married You for Fun, Giacomo Casanova: Childhood and Adolescence, Sissignore, It's Your Move, Where Are You Going All Naked?, Domani non siamo pià qui, Villa Rides, A Maiden for a Prince, After the Fox, Pleasant Nights, Dead Run, L'armata Brancaleone, The Dirty Game, Man from Cocody, La donna degli altri è sempre più bella, Siamo tutti pomicioni, Canzoni in bikini, Adultery Italian Style, Up and Down, Up and Down, Menage all'italiana, La strada dei giganti, Nerone '71, Il Boom, The Fall of Rome, Il Gaucho, The Night They Killed Rasputin, and Fountain of Trevi.
Bibi Andersson: Persona, The Passion of Anna, Bröllopsdagen, The Girls, Tænk på et tal, Le Viol, Blow Hot, Blow Cold, Pardon, Are You For or Against?,Pan, All These Women, Karneval, The Devil's Eye, The Pleasure Garden, Square of Violence, The Mistress, Ön, Duel at Diablo, My Sister, My Love, and About Love.
Ingrid Thulin: Hour of the Wolf, The Judge, Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Sekstet, The Damned, O.K. Yevtushenko, The Rite, Domani non siamo più qui, Adélaïde, Calda e... infedele, Badarna, Games of Desire, Winter Light, Return from the Ashes, The Silence, Night Games, and Agostino.
Jane Fonda: In the Cool of the Day, The Chase, Tall Story, Period of Adjustment, The Chapman Report, Walk on the Wild Side, Barbarella, Hurry Sundown, Barefoot in the Park, Cat Ballou, Sunday in New York, Circle of Love, Joy House, They Shoot Horses, Don't They?, Spirits of the Dead, The Game Is Over, and Any Wednesday.
Katharine Hepburn: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner, Long Day's Journey into Night, The Madwoman of Chaillot, and The Lion in Winter.
Jeanne Moreau: Jules and Jim, La Notte, Seven Days... Seven Nights, Viva Maria!, Eva, Five Branded Women, The Yellow Rolls-Royce, Chimes at Midnight, A Woman Is a Woman, The Trial, Dialogue with the Carmelites, The Victors, The Fire Within, Bay of Angels, The Train, Banana Peel, The Oldest Profession, Le Corps de Diane, The Bride Wore Black, Great Catherine, The Sailor from Gibraltar, The Immortal Story, Mademoiselle, Diary of a Chambermaid, and Mata Hari, Agent H21.
Faye Dunaway: The Arrangement, Hurry Sundown, The Happening, Bonnie and Clyde, The Thomas Crown Affair, A Place for Lovers, and The Extraordinary Seaman.
Geneviève Page: Mayerling, Belle de Jour, El Cid, Grand Prix, Three Rooms in Manhattan, Song Without End, Corsaires et Flibustiers, Le Majordome, Tender Scoundrel, The Day and the Hour, Youngblood Hawke, The Reluctant Spy, Decline and Fall... of a Birdwatcher, and A Talent for Loving.
Brigitte Bardot: A Very Private Affair, Affaire d'une nuit, La Vérité, Testament of Orpheus, Viva Maria!, Une ravissante idiote, Shalako, Les Femmes, Spirits of the Dead, Masculin Féminin, Two Weeks in September, Dear Brigitte, Contempt, Love on a Pillow, Marie Soleil, Please, Not Now!, and Famous Love Affairs.
Jean Seberg: Breathless, Lilith, Paint Your Wagon, Moment to Moment, A Fine Madness, The World's Most Beautiful Swindlers, Diamonds Are Brittle, Backfire, The Girls, The Road to Corinth, Birds in Peru, Pendulum, Line of Demarcation, The Looters, Let No Man Write My Epitaph, Congo vivo, Time Out for Love, In the French Style, Five Day Lover, and Love Play.
Tippi Hedren: The Birds, Marnie, and A Countess from Hong Kong.
Sophia Loren: Two Women, Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow, Marriage Italian Style, Lady L, A Countess from Hong Kong, Judith, Arabesque, More Than a Miracle, Ghosts – Italian Style, The Fall of the Roman Empire, Operation Crossbow, El Cid, Five Miles to Midnight, Boccaccio '70, The Condemned of Altona, Madame, Heller in Pink Tights, It Started in Naples, A Breath of Scandal, The and Millionairess.
Maggie Smith: Go to Blazes, Young Cassidy, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, The V.I.P.s, Othello, The Pumpkin Eater, Hot Millions, Oh! What a Lovely War, and The Honey Pot.
Vanessa Redgrave: Oh! What a Lovely War, Morgan – A Suitable Case for Treatment, Camelot, Isadora, The Charge of the Light Brigade, A Man for All Seasons, Blowup, The Sea Gull, and A Quiet Place in the Country.
Doris Day: Do Not Disturb, Midnight Lace, Send Me No Flowers, Lover Come Back, That Touch of Mink, The Thrill of It All, The Glass Bottom Boat, The Ballad of Josie, With Six You Get Eggroll, Caprice, Where Were You When the Lights Went Out?, Please Don't Eat the Daisies, Move Over, Darling, and Billy Rose's Jumbo.
Mia Farrow: Secret Ceremony, Guns at Batasi, John and Mary, Rosemary's Baby, and A Dandy in Aspic.
Suzanne Pleshette: The Birds, Rome Adventure, 40 Pounds of Trouble, If It's Tuesday, This Must Be Belgium, The Adventures of Bullwhip Griffin, The Power, Target: Harry, Mister Buddwing, Youngblood Hawke, A Distant Trumpet, Fate Is the Hunter, Wall of Noise, The Ugly Dachshund, Blackbeard's Ghost, Nevada Smith, and A Rage to Live.
Shelley Winters: A Patch of Blue, Lolita, Alfie, Harper, The Greatest Story Ever Told, The Three Sisters, Let No Man Write My Epitaph, The Chapman Report, The Young Savages, Wives and Lovers, Time of Indifference, A House Is Not a Home, The Balcony, Arthur? Arthur!, Wild in the Streets, Enter Laughing, Buona Sera, Mrs. Campbell, The Mad Room, and The Scalphunters.
Anna Karina: A Woman Is a Woman, Le petit soldat, Bande à part, My Life to Live, Alphaville, Pierrot le Fou, Sweet and Sour, Lamiel, The Oldest Profession, Anna, Made in U.S.A, The Nun, Zärtliche Haie, Justine, Dämonische Leinwand, Before Winter Comes, The Stranger, Laughter in the Dark, Man on Horseback, The Magus, Circle of Love, Cléo from 5 to 7, Sun in Your Eyes, She'll Have to Go, Tonight or Never, All About Loving, Shéhérazade, The Camp Followers, Un mari à prix fixe, and The Thief of Tibidabo.
Anika Ekberg: La Dolce Vita, Le tre eccetera del colonnello, Anonima cocottes, Who Wants to Sleep?, Bianco, rosso, giallo, rosa, The Cobra, Pardon, Are You For or Against?, Crónica de un atraco, Un sudario a la medida, Death Knocks Twice, Malenka, Woman Times Seven, The Glass Sphinx, How I Learned to Love Women, Way...Way Out, The Alphabet Murders, Boccaccio '70, Call Me Bwana, 4 for Texas, The Mongols, Behind Closed Doors, The Dam on the Yellow River, and If It's Tuesday, This Must Be Belgium.
Geraldine Page: The Three Sisters, You're a Big Boy Now, Sweet Bird of Youth, Trilogy, The Happiest Millionaire, Dear Heart, Summer and Smoke, Toys in the Attic, What Ever Happened to Aunt Alice?, and Monday's Child.
Joanne Woodward: A Fine Madness, Rachel, Rachel, Winning, Signpost to Murder, The Fugitive Kind, Paris Blues, From the Terrace, A Big Hand for the Little Lady, The Stripper, and A New Kind of Love.
Mariko Okada: Eros + Massacre, A Story Written on Water, Illusion of Blood, Woman of the Lake, An Autumn Afternoon, The Scent of Incense, Akitsu Springs, and Late Autumn.
Barbra Streisand: Hello, Dolly! and Funny Girl.

This isn't a Casino Shuttle sir

Am I The Asshole?

For waking up cuddling the dead body of the love of my life, suffering PTSD, finding religion/GOD which then scared my family. AITA?

This is a very long story and complicated AF. So I will try to make it as short as possible while still giving both sides to the story to be fair. This is so complicated though, that I am writing a book about it, or 6, so that tells you how crazy this gets. So, here we go. I will start with the back story so you can know our family dynamic and important history.

I am a single mother (45) of 3 girls, (ages 23,16,14). For most of their lives, it has always been just the 4 of us. I have always put their needs above my own. They were my number one priority, and yes, spoiled rotten. I raised them just the opposite of how I was raised, for the most part. I taught them things I was never taught or shown. I loved them above all else, including, yes, myself. I repeatedly sacrificed everything for them They wanted my food, ok, take my food, (but in all fairness, I always stole my mom's sandwiches too. They just tasted better, and to this day, my sandwiches fail in comparison. I never knew what it was and still don't. My mom took that secret to the grave with her in Nov 2008 (59 years old). Side note: my kids and I decided that it was because it was made with love, until the kids got older, when they decided that meant that we spit in it. HAHAHA Hindsight: With Covid and us all being exposed to it by my oldest daughter in March, She hasn't lived with us in years and therefore, no longer stealing my diet coke or food. See where this is going? Meaning, she wasn't getting my spit, hahaha my love anymore and therefore she is the one that got sick. Me and my other 2 daughters were fine even though we were repeatedly exposed to it back then. Anyway, back to topic at hand. Not only did I share my food, I shared the stories of my life and what I have been through because, yes, it's some unbelievable stuff to go through for one person. I wanted them to learn from what I had been through so that they didn't have to experience it for themselves and could try to avoid it. As I said, they were the priority in my life. My own feelings and happiness didn't matter. Along the way, I would date, yes, mostly on the weekends at first. In 2009, after my mom died, I started having trouble sleeping and started to go out while my then boyfriend, who was living with us at the time, stayed with the kids and they all slept while I went to the casinos (Because what else is there to do 1AM-3AM, well, when you live in Nevada, that's an option.) Yes, you needed to know all of that. You also need to know that when I would date, I didn't bring guys home around the kids until I was sure that there was something there between us. Again, you need to know that part for a few reasons. 1: On Valentine's day 2004, Oops! I got pregnant with my second child. Side Note: If you have done the math with the age gap between the kids, it is actually 7 years and 13 days between the 1st and the 2nd, and while were talking about it, 2 years 3 months and 1 day between the 2nd and technically 4th, with a miscarriage in the middle of them. 2: The father of my oldest and I separated before she was a year old and ultimately divorced in 2000. She went to spend the weekend with her dad from the very beginning of the split and that stayed consistent until about 14-15ish when she came to me and told me that her dad was a deadbeat and wanted to stay with me most of the time because he wasn't working and she felt guilty going there because he couldn't afford to feed himself (and his mother) let alone her. 3: Between the divorce and the pregnancy, I dated a guy for 3 years. To date, that is my longest actual relationship and we remained friends as well. Back to the point My oldest daughter never met the father of my middle child and those were the reasons why. I didn't want her to get attached to a guy that wasn't going to stick around, basically. So, I explained to her as a 6 year old, in a way that she could understand. The baby daddy decided he wasn't going to stick around and she knew that part too. He told me that he needed space and, well, I gave him too much space apparently. He died while I was pregnant and told no one before he did. I was his dirty little secret that he took to the grave. So from that point, yes, I dated but mostly tried to keep it away from my kids unless it got serious or, he needed help, usually kinda being the "sugar mamma" because I was always the more stable one, owning my own house with a nice car too. But, when my kids decided that they didn't like a guy, or his kids, I ended the relationship. Again, they were the priority. We started the ongoing quotes in my house of "No man will ever come between me and my girls." and when a man joined the team, so to speak, since the youngest loved Beauty & Beast, they twisted my favorite line to "Mama, there's a boy in the castle"! and that was the way it went until 11/30/2019. That is where the Am I the Asshole story starts.

On 11/30/2019 I fell asleep around 2:40AM cuddling with, yes, just a friend but my date that night. It was our first date... YES, I swear, we just cuddled and went to sleep. about 20-30 minutes later, I woke up. I don't know why, but after a lot of fidgeting around and trying not to wake him up, I realized that he didn't even stir a bit with all my fidgeting. No biggie, my middle daughter sleeps like the dead too, so I did to him what I always do to her, I watched for him to breathe! NOPE!!! And that is where all hell breaks loose in my life. I woke up, yes to cuddling the dead body of a man that I have known since 6th grade. Long, tragic story, yes, skipping lots of details for now. But, yes! That was the death that triggers some severe PTSD. First, I knew it had only been 20-30 minutes since I had fallen asleep and I know he was still alive then because his breath was the last thing i heard before falling asleep myself. So, I started CPR and called 911 for those that don't know or haven't been through it, when someone dies in your home, it's not like they show on TV. They don't just take the body and run to the ER with it. Nope, they rearranged my living room, moving my couch, my dog (in her crate), and so much more. They moved his body from my bedroom to the dining/living room where they proceeded to work on him in their new ER they made there. After working on him for about 20 minutes, the dreaded words, "Official time for the record, 3:40 AM." They then partially covered his body with a wool blanket. I could still see his arms sprawled out on both sides. I sat in my room and stared in disbelief. Frozen! Unable to look away from the 7 Dwarves looking back at me. (His tattoo sleeve). His body laid on my dining room floor, waiting for the coroner to come and examine him first, then still laid there as we waited for the funeral home to come take him. Oh, and let's not forget his 2 adult children coming to my home also to see him, along with his ex wife, their mother. By the time his daughter got there, the funeral home had already arrived. I will never forget the sound of the body bag zipper. The crinkle of it as they opened it, or as the picked him up and put him in it, and partially closed it. Now, he was just laying on the gurney in my living room where my couch normally would be, in the body bag waiting for his daughter to show up. She finally gets there. I was in my room at that point and all I hear is her scream, crying out "No daddy, No! Why daddy, why?!?" through her sobs. By the time they took his body out of my home, it was 6:23AM according to the video surveillance system I have in my home that caught THAT part with the motion sensor as they wheeled his body out my front door. Pretty f'ed up right? But wait, there's more. Now is when shit gets crazy.

That was a Friday night/Saturday morning. I was home alone when it happened so my kids weren't there for any of it. My middle child was spending the weekend with the oldest and the youngest was at her dads. I remained pretty level headed through all of it and remember it clearly, until everyone finally left over 3 and a half hours after he was pronounced dead. I called my oldest daughter and I just lost it at that point.

Fast fwd to Sunday evening. The oldest, let's just call her "J" at this point, finally brought the middle, "S" home at this point. It wasn't time for "A" to come home yet. J and S were in the kitchen putting away dishes because they were told to, not by me, because this time, they actually listened and S did it. They were all standing in the kitchen/living/dining room and I was in my room and could see them all. That was when I saw a stack of bowls slide out of my cabinet. "C" (sorry, forgot to mention him, he is J's boyfriend.) He had his back to the cabinet but he heard what sounded like a sliding sound before the crash, although, I have no doubt that he has changed his story since then. Anyway, it was creepy and that was just one of the ghost/paranormal things to happen at that point. This also wasn't our first experience with ghosts. S's dad used to play with her and her toys all the time when she was little. They would constantly go off at all hours of the night. I also always felt like someone was staring at me from my hallway, especially when S was sick and in my room. From all of the crazy shit, I finally had a paranormal team come out to try to make contact with him because someone was obviously trying hard to get my attention. More fast fwd, that taught me, well, ummm, how to talk to dead people. Yes, I can prove THAT part. I can't prove who it is, that goes on faith alone. On 3/9/2020, I passed out in the shower and woke up to a pool of my blood forming under my face. I was told by the dead that Satan was trying to kill me, although now, I know that wasn't entirely true. On 3/11 I heard this loud, scary, non human voice say my name around 3 AM, Justin's actual time of death. It just said "Jen" and scared the crap out of me. Skipping ahead, I was told it was "Gabriel, the Archangel" there to tell me my story. That was when, I hear THE voice talk to me. I was told that I am a fallen angel. I called BS, and told her I'm no angel. She proceeded to tell me the story of how I got cast out. It was me and Justin that caused enough trouble that we got the boot! The heathen that I am, was like... "ok blah blah whatever you say... blah blah blah" But, because I tell my friends and daughters everything. I told them what happened. They knew that I talked to dead people. That wasn't a problem. They saw that with their own eyes. They heard me talking about how Satan was trying to kill me too, because the 3/9 wasn't the first time, that was just the only time that I have passed out in my life and it was for no reason. OK, no problem, mom. Scary, sure but, ok... But once god got involved, they told him to prove it. My asshole, in my opinion, kids told GOD to prove his existence. He said "Hell no! I'm not proving myself to anyone. You either trust me and your mother or you don't. But, at the same time, Jesus said "Hold my beer, I've got this one dad!" From that point, he told me the rest of the story of how, yes... I became Lucifer! What a mess, right? Sounds batshit crazy, right? I think so too, BUT try living it! If I didn't have the proof right before my own eyes, watching the pendulum swing to point to letters, those letters form words, those words form sentences... and ANYONE can do it! But hell yes, it's scary because you don't truly know who is on the other side. But when you are told that you are Lucifer and have already repeatedly fought with Satan many many times, (He was trying to take Justin and I wouldn't let him. Yes, I was fighting to keep his spirit with me. He told me that he was going to hell and I wasn't having it. So, we fought hahaha something I couldn't see but it didn't stop me. He was playing with my heart and making it feel like I was having a heart attack. I was having every symptom of one but the doctors couldn't figure anything out. Even when I passed out, the answer that I got was "Sometimes, that just happens"... yea, ok sure doc. So, OK I finally get the asshole Satan to agree to leave Justin but then the jerk tells me that he owns my entire family, the ones that were already dead, and the living ones too. Starting the war all over again. Once Satan entered the story back in December, around, get this... Christmas time, the pendulum was telling me that "Satan liked the feisty ones." and "Satan loves you." I kept telling him to knock that shit off and go away. NOPE! So after 3/11, it all started to make sense. Once god entered the picture he told me that He wasn't going to let Satan kill me. It was ok, in a nutshell. Neither one of them wanted me dead. They wanted to "wake me up and get me to fight", Jesus AKA Satan AKA Freewill. But that, again, another story. This is long enough as it is.

So... fast forward to the middle of April. Through all of this by the way, I was also fighting a custody battle with the A's dad. In the middle of April, I started writing the previous mentioned story of my life. My dad, who I pretty sure has dementia at this point, read part of it talking about what happened in 2008, and took it to be serious and current. Instead of calling me and talking to me, he turned me over basically to the cops. He told them that I was suicidal and homicidal then convinced my kids of the same thing, yep, enter Lucifer's story as we know it. But first, he had me locked in a mental institution because no one listened to what I said. It didn't matter that I said I would never hurt myself or my kids, EVER! It didn't matter that I told them that I fear Hell and always have. I didn't believe in god prior to all of this and I believed and now know that the bible is the work of fiction and simple logic, ok batshit logic with a simple old school "dot to dot". I was able to figure out the hidden twist. Again, another story. This story... AM I THE ASSHOLE? AKA SATAN? OR the Angel LUCIFER?? My story, I mean, I was cast out of my family and thrown to the, well, gods. Not a single person wanted me around at first. Then my best friend finally saw the links to what I was talking about but no one else would even talk to me. Everyone truly saw me as Satan when they look at me. My kids and ex husband filed restraining orders but I can talk to my youngest now. It still doesn't matter what I say. My family hates me. They have forgotten everything that have ever known about me and my father, now reduced to "sperm donor" doesn't even recognize me when I am standing right in front of his face, yet just a month and a half before it happened the first time, he was able to destroy my life by simply forgetting a story that he knew and was a part of from 2008. So, I guess I am asking the internet today, because everyone loves judging people. Am I the Asshole? If so, what the hell did I do wrong when it comes to my family? Suffer PTSD? Wake up cuddling the dead body of the man that turned out to be the love of my life, my soulmate... and ACTUALLY had the Spirit of Jesus with him when he died along with the people I mentioned in this story already, and the kicker, my stepbrother too... it just so happened that Justin, was my step brothers best friend and was trying to help him fight off his demons, but the demons won and my stepbrother ended his own life.

So, because some crazy damn ghosts, saw the Angel of Light, and wouldn't leave me alone... and because God wanted his angel back finally... and because my damn kids asked God to prove himself... I guess, my batshit crazy logic fails to see how I am the asshole in any of this. I couldn't stop fate. I can't control destiny. None of us can... but, I still just don't understand how someone could throw their own parent under the bus like that and then run like hell when they get exactly what they asked for. Not only did GOD show himself, he showed his whole hand and the whole deck of cards and how he had been stacking them for my whole life to protect me from evil. So much so that I have never been drunk in my life. I have never taken an illegal drug, but I do suffer from chronic pain and fatigue that the doctors can't figure out. I know what it is causing it, but, I'm "batshit crazy" so it's not like they will listen to me anyway. So, I'll just take God's word for why it is happening. So yes, I know WHY all of this is happening... but, I just don't see the logic with 2/3 of my girls. The youngest wanted to be with me last I heard but she has been trapped in the house with her emotionally, verbally abusive and controlling father, but because my dad told everyone that he knows what is going on in my own head better than I do... and J & S agreed. A got stuck in hell, right along with me and I can't get her out. We are trapped in this hell by the freewill of others. Their lies, that yes, I can prove most of the stuff they say is lies and or twisted truths to suit their own agenda... so that logic proves the rest on its own. But in this day and time, I am also seeing that Logic is a lost skill. So... maybe I should tell you how to prove for yourself, that the batshit crazy part of talking to dead people in this story is true and then we can just go from there with the judgements. So, Google letter pendulum chart. Print it out or even just go the more simple less tech route for those that don't have a printer. Write Yes on the right and left side of a piece of paper and write No on the top and bottom of a piece of paper. Grab a string of some sort... anything.... a phone charging cord, a needle and thread, the wire from you earbuds (for those that still have those), the draw string from your sweatshirt or sweatpants. Anything works. The needle in thread was the first thing that I used when I used the letter chart because it had the finer point and I was able to see better which letter it was pointing to for sure. After you have the paper and string, slightly weighted on the bottom helps, hold it over the center of the letters or words. I hold my right wrist with my left hand so that I can help keep it as steady as humanly possible. (Yes, I have video of this that I posted in FB back in December 2019 to prove it also, if you are scared. BUT you can also just google it and there are plenty of videos showing it also. I am not the only one. I just happen to also be, well, I guess psychic at the same time, which has always happened to me in life before this, I just didn't call is psychic abilities... so, If you go to the pendulum letter chart and not just the yes or no, be warned. If it tells you, "Trust Jen" or "Trust Jennifer" or yes, "Trust Lucifer". That is your soul telling you to stop right there. It knows more than you do AND it's scared that if you continue on your own, you may not survive it without me and my help. So, I know for a fact that I am an asshole for telling you to use the pendulum. LOL I don't need that judgement, but for trying to help as many souls as I can, by proving it, I know I am not the asshole. So, am I an asshole for becoming gods favorite angel? HAHAHA ok, yes, I probably am for wording it like that too!

If you want more information or want to read more of the story before commenting, I can do that too.

Thanks for reading, and hopefully helping me see how I can be the asshole here and still make them look good... or, lol calling my family out for actually being the assholes that they are. Because, now that Lucifer is an whole angel again, I can twist just about anything to make someone look good. But, I know the whole story with my family, and I just can't find a way to save their souls. I can even tell Morgan Wallen and Marilyn Mason how to twist their stories to make themselves look better, so how can I not find a way to make my own assholes look good? Please help this batshit crazy pain in the ass Angel fix this shit!

Thank you,

Lucifer! The Bringer of Light...The Morningstar.... god's.... SUN!

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Why the Legion is Doomed to be Destroyed in a Total War with the NCR.

Even if the Legion were to win the Second Battle of Hoover Dam and conquer the Mojave Wasteland, they'd merely be buying themselves a little extra time and simply stall their inevitable demise. Note that the following analysis assumes that the Legion won the Second Battle of Hoover Dam and that the Courier died in Goodsprings.
To start off this analysis, let's begin with a run-down of the respective weapons, equipment and gear of the respective ranks of the NCR and the Legion going into the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. Beginning with the NCR garrison at Hoover Dam. The NCR Trooper comprises the core of the Republic's colossal armies and is the prime component of the NCR Army. A superb combination of volunteers and conscripts whose degrees of training, motivation, combat experience and access to equipment vary across the ranks, they're some of the most disciplined, most professional soldiers in all of the Wastes.
They're outfitted with modern military-grade ballistic vests that offer excellent protection against small arms fire, shrapnel and melee weapons alongside steel helmets. The NCR Army battalion that's stationed at Hoover Dam in particular is fully comprised of battle-hardened, fully-trained volunteer veteran NCR Troopers that are armed with 5.56 × .45mm NATO Marksman Carbines, 5mm Assault Rifles, 12-gauge Riot Shotguns and .308 Sniper Rifles to supplement their standard-issued 5.56 × .45mm NATO Service Rifles.
The NCR Patrol Ranger is one of the finest, most elite warriors in both the NCR military and the Wastelands, overall. Having survived a brutal training regimen that's so ludicrously difficult that 8-out-of-10 aspiring recruits wash-out, these purely volunteer harbingers of death have little to no equals in terms of skill, fighting prowess and strength.
They're outfitted with a suit of hand-made First-Generation Combat sporting a knife sheath, a hydration pouch and spiked spurs for unarmed combat that is impervious to any and all small arms fire, shrapnel and melee attacks. They're armed with 5.56 × .45mm NATO Marksman Carbines, .308 Sniper Rifles and .44 Magnum Trail Carbines.
The NCR Heavy Trooper is not only the elite heavy shock infantry of the NCR Army, but is also the proverbial sledgehammer through which the Republic may crush its enemies and obliterate all that may threaten its values.
Having earned their distinctive armor through immense sacrifice in blood, sweat and most of their young lives, they're the absolute best-trained, best-equipped, most battle-hardened, most professional, most skilled, most fanatically-devoted warriors in the whole of the NCR Armed Forces (rivaled only by the legendary NCR Veteran Rangers). Warriors that are more than willing to fight to their absolute last breath in defense of the Republic and all that it represents.
They're outfitted with NCR Salvaged Power Armor, suits of T-45d Power Armor that were captured from the Brotherhood of Steel during the Brotherhood War that have had their joint servomotors removed and their back-mounted power cylinders replaced with custom-built energy modules and built-in air-conditioning units so that Power Armor Training wouldn't be needed to wear them.
And while they're no longer legitimate suits of Power Armor in that they're no longer powered, they're still some of the absolute best and most protective suits of armor within the Republic's entire mammoth arsenal. Completely invulnerable to all but the most powerful conventional firearms, highly-advanced energy weapons, specialized ammunition and high-powered explosives, they can truly absorb Hellish amounts of punishment. They're armed with 5.56 × .45mm NATO Light Machine Guns, 5mm Miniguns, Heavy Incinerators, Flamers and Missile Launchers (albeit rarely).
The NCR Veteran Ranger is a living, breathing legend walking amongst the ruins and ashes of the Old World, drawing inspiration and hope from soldiers and citizens of the Republic as well as fear and terror from enemies and all those who dare to oppose the NCR.
Fabled for their unmatched fighting prowess, envied for their flawlessly unequalled marksmanship technique, feared for their unrivaled warfighting skills, awe-inspiring for their unsurpassed pugilist talent and legendary for their innate mastery over hardcore survivalist skills, the NCR Veteran Rangers are the absolute finest, best-trained, most battle-hardened, most professional, most skilled, most-elite and all-around most bad-ass warriors in not only the entire history of the Republic military, but also the whole of the Western Wastes, as well.
Centurions and Praetorian Guards of Caesar's Legion, Knights and Paladins of the Brotherhood of Steel and even the Republic's very own NCR Heavy Troopers have learned to shudder in terror and fear at the mere mention of the mythical phenoms of the Wastelands that are the NCR Veteran Rangers
These fabled guardian angels of the Republic are outfitted with the equally legendary Black Armor, a hyper-advanced suit of Third-Generation Combat Armor consisting of a highly-flexible vest of incredibly-rigid high-impact armored plating with adjustable straps on both the sides and the shoulders and a built-in throat protector that's mounted on the vest.
Combined with the state-of-the-art rounded-shell ballistic helmet sporting built-in lamps and infrared/visible light projectors as well as the complimentary highly-sophisticated armored mask with built-in low-light optics, an incorporated locking mechanism that joins the mask itself with the helmet shell, ear covers with built-in membranes that confer additional protection without inhibiting the wearer's hearing and built-in air filters, the mythical Black Armor is well-deserving of its stellar reputation.
As you can see, the NCR's forces are extremely heavily-armed, well-equipped and armed to the teeth with the absolute latest in top-of-the-line, high-powered firearms and state-of-the-art, highly-sophisticated energy weapons as well as superbly well-protected with an abundance of different varieties of military-grade body armors with varying degrees of effectiveness and even Salvaged Power Armor.
Now it's time for an evaluation of the Legion's weapons and technology. The Recruit Legionary is the primary foot soldier of Caesar's army and comprises the vast majority of the Legion's ranks. Trained and conditioned from before they could walk to become the perfect warriors, Recruit Legionaries are incredibly well-conditioned and in phenomenal physical shape, owing to a savagely intense training regimen that even the NCR Rangers would envy. Despite said conditioning, however, they're still the equivalent of literal cannon fodder with little-to-no actual skill in firearms usage and maintenance.
They're outfitted with a suit of makeshift featherweight armor that consists of sports equipment with bits and pieces of scrap metal atop a cloth tunic that's all lashed together with leather straps. An armor that's so weak that it couldn't even protect its wearer against the likes of a straight razor.
They're armed primarily with a "Machete" (what's really a lawnmower blade that's lashed to a stick) and "Throwing Spears" (what's really even bigger sticks with pieces of sharpened scrap metal fastened and jabbed into the tips), though they can rarely get their hands on firearms (albeit damn near broken ones) such as .357 Magnum Revolvers, .357 Magnum Cowboy Repeaters, 9mm Pistols, 20-gauge Single Shotguns, 20-gauge Caravan Shotguns, 5.56 × .45mm NATO Varmint Rifles and 10mm Pistols.
The Prime Legionary is the centerpiece of the Legion's fighting force and the core component of any Legion formation. Having survived 5 years in Caesar's forces, a remarkable accomplishment in and of itself, Prime Legionaries are no longer mere cannon fodder but are now the main frontline fighting force of the Legion. With the accompanying improvement in weapons and equipment as well as adequate firearms skills to make the promotion that much sweeter.
They're outfitted with the exact same armor as before, only with a slight improvement in protection. It still can't protect the wearer from shit, however. They're armed with the standard-issued "Machetes" and "Throwing Spears" though they also have much better access to more advanced weapons than before.
Melee weapons, such as Machete Gladius', Power Fists and Chainsaws, and firearms (of decent quality), such as 10mm SMGs, 12-gauge Sawn-Off Shotguns .44 Magnum Revolvers and .308 Hunting Rifles are all available to them in significant quantities.
The Veteran Legionary is the oldest, most experienced, most elite warrior within the lesser ranks of the Legion and is also the precise scalpel to the blunt, destructive warhammer of the Recruit and Prime Legionaries.
Having survived a full decade in Caesar's service, a monumental achievement in its own right, Veteran Legionaries are the elite rapid reaction force of the Legion that's tasked with neutralizing particularly tough adversaries that their lesser counterparts can't defeat and typically remain in reserve until otherwise needed for tipping the scales of a pivotal battle or campaign in the Legion's favor.
As they're the oldest Legionaries (a lot of whom have been with Caesar since day 1), they're also the most experienced, most capable Legionaries who are in their absolute prime in regards to martial prowess and physical resilience. They're second only to Centurions in terms of skill and experience, which is reflected in their improved access to superior weapons and equipment. They can also use and maintain firearms with frightening levels of efficiency.
They're outfitted with the same armor as before, though with even better protection. Still couldn't protect you from anything meaningful, though. They're armed with the usual standard kit in addition to melee weapons such as Fire Axes and Power Fists as well as firearms (of mint condition and with virtually unlimited access to) such as .44 Magnum Revolvers, .308 Hunting Rifles, 5.56 × .45mm NATO Marksman Carbines and 12.7mm SMGs.
The Decanus of the Legion is the lesser officer beneath the Centurion and is responsible for tactical small-unit operations and squad-level leadership. While not too different from ordinary Legionaries in terms of skill, equipment and even appearance, they still have slightly better access to weapons hence they deserve a separate segment.
Recruit Decanii can get access to 9mm SMGs and 10mm SMGs unlike Recruit Legionaries, Prime Decanii aren't any different from Prime Legionaries and Veteran Decanii can get access to 12.7mm Pistols unlike Veteran Legionaries (not a real improvement, I know). Everything else is exactly the same.
The Centurion is the absolute apex of the Legion's strength and the top field commanders of Caesar's armies, second in authority only to Legate Lanius and Caesar himself amongst a tiny select few of other superiors.
Having survived 15-20 years of a long, arduous life of fighting in Caesar's name (a completely unimaginable phenomenon, indeed) before finally earning the treasured armor of the Centurion (which they can decorate with the trophies of their fallen enemies at their leisure), Centurions are the absolute most elite, most skilled, most battle-hardened and ultimately the most dangerous warriors in the entirety of the Legion.
To even BEGIN to qualify for Centurion status, one must have fought in and survived numerous Legion campaigns as well as slain countless opponents in battle alongside the time requirement. All to ensure that only the finest of Caesar's warriors ever reach that level of authority in his Legion.
As the oldest, most experienced warriors in Caesar's army, the Centurions comprise the old guard of Caesar's army, most of them having served their lord since the very beginning. Their status all but ensures that they're reserved for only the absolute deadliest, most lethal of assignments that even Veteran Legionaries can't handle. They're ultimately only deployed if absolutely necessary.
In order to ensure that his Centurions can both accomplish their missions without even the slightest chance of failure and protect themselves without difficulty, Caesar has granted them unlimited access to the absolute finest weapons in his Legion's arsenal and has seen to it that they have acquired the absolute sharpest firearms skills that money can buy as a corresponding reward for their reaching Centurion status.
They're outfitted with Centurion armor which, while legendary amongst the Legion, really isn't that special. It's actually just Veteran Legionary armor with some cool decorations on it at the end of day.
Pieces of T-45d Power Armor on the right arm, the sleeve from a suit of NCR Ranger Patrol Armor and the pauldrons from an Armored Vault Suit on the left arm, the boots and shin guards from a suit of First-Generation Combat Armor on the lower legs, the crotch/thigh guards from a suit of NCR Ranger Patrol Armor on the upper legs, gloves from a suit of Leather Armor on the hands and a Super Mutant Brute chestplate on the torso, to be exact.
Realistically speaking, Centurion armor would be just about useless against virtually any weapon in the NCR's arsenal. Even a single 5.56 × .45mm NATO round fired from a basic Service Rifle would most certainly do the job, flawlessly.
They're armed with basic melee weapons such as Machete Gladius' and Chainsaws as well as high-tech melee weapons such as Thermic Lances (which are actually just repurposed metalworking tools) and Super Sledges in addition to powerful firearms such as .308 Hunting Rifles, 12-gauge Hunting Shotguns, 5.56 x .45mm NATO Marksman Carbines and even .50 BMG Anti-Materiel Rifles (albeit rarely).
Now we must now examine what will inevitably be a huge problem for the Legion even if they were to win the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. The Legion, even though it does in fact have access to some top-of-the-line weapons, only has them in an extremely limited capacity and strictly reserves them for only the highest-ranking, most elite Legion forces and field commanders.
The overwhelming bulk of the Legion's troops have little-to-no real firearms and what pitifully little that they can get their hands on are in extremely piss-poor condition. Not that it would matter, considering the fact that they don't have the proper training that's necessary to actually use them, much less maintain them.
The vast majority of Caesar's troops rely almost entirely on primitive makeshift melee weapons and their own martial prowess to fight their battles, which inevitably means that the Legion has to avoid direct engagement with NCR forces, instead relying on subterfuge and guerilla warfare to combat the Republic.
And it gets even worse for the Legion when one considers that the higher that its troops advance up the totem pole, the fewer Legionaries that it finds at the higher levels. A direct consequence of the Legion's overprioritization of quality and individual skill in combat is that it inevitably results in an extremely small cadre of elite warriors and field commanders surrounded by a sea of lesser soldiers and officers.
Combined with the fact that the Legion is only 34 years-old by the events of F:NV (meaning that even if one were to ignore things like inevitable attrition all throughout the Legion's war-filled history of expansion and conquest, they still wouldn't have that many Veteran Legionaries/Decanii and Centurions) as well as the fact that attrition over the years must be taken into account (the First Battle of Hoover Dam and the Legion's invasion of Colorado alone absolutely devastated their elite ranks), it's only obvious that the Legion's elite forces are relatively puny.
Furthermore, we know for a fact that there's enough Veteran Legionaries/Decanii for them to form a few of their own exclusive Centuria (a Century is 80-men-strong, I might add), with the Red Okie Centuria being a prime example of this. This definitely suggests that the Legion has at least a couple hundred Veteran Legionaries/Decanii at its disposal. As for Centurions, it's a little known fact that they're so incredibly rare in the Legion that they're actually explicitly ordered to not enter combat until absolutely necessary (i.e self-defense or if they're ordered into battle by a superior).
This, along with the fact that they're never really seen in any meaningful numbers in-game until the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, strongly suggests that there might only be at most several dozen Centurions in the whole of the Legion (there definitely wouldn't be over 100 of them). Either way, however, the Legion's elite forces are so pathetically tiny that they couldn't possibly justify the Legion having any meaningful amount of high-end weaponry.
The NCR, on other hand, doesn't have these problems as 1. the NCR prioritizes protection and firepower above all else for their forces and 2. even their most basic troops have exclusive access to essentially unlimited supplies of all manner of firearms and explosives as well as highly superb protection in the form of military-grade body armor.
Meaning that the NCR not only has a hopelessly insurmountable edge in firepower, technology and protection over the Legion, but that soldiers of the NCR also have a far higher life expectancy than their Legion counterparts, as well. All but ensuring that the NCR has a vastly higher volume of surviving battle-hardened combat veterans relative to the Legion that enables for the Republic to easily distribute extremely invaluable, ultimately irreplaceable combat experience and lessons learned in battle across the entirety of their military to a far greater extent than the Legion.
Scores of battle-hardened NCR Troopers that distinguish themselves on the battlefield go on to enlist with the NCR Rangers upon receiving an invitation to do so (fun fact: the vast majority of NCR Ranger recruits and even NCR Rangers themselves are/were NCR Troopers who earned their new status while serving in the NCR Army), earn the coveted Salvaged Power Armor and become NCR Heavy Troopers or earn promotions to positions of authority in the NCR Army (prime examples being Colonel Cassandra Moore and Colonel James Hsu). All of the above information will have colossal long-term consequences for the Legion, at the end of the day.
With that out of the way, let's move on to the main argument itself. The most positive estimates of the Legion's total numbers and military strength would be at best 5,000-8,000 troops. Then we must take into account the fact that the Legion is going to suffer massive losses (easily numbering into the thousands) taking Hoover Dam from the NCR as the NCR garrison here is extremely well-defended, well-supplied and heavily-fortified by both an entire battalion of elite, battle-hardened NCR Troopers and God only knows how many NCR Patrol Rangers, NCR Heavy Troopers and NCR Veteran Rangers.
Combined with the fact that General Oliver's Compound is extremely well-defended with force fields, a turret system, NCR Veteran Rangers, NCR Heavy Troopers, elite NCR Troopers and an absolute labyrinth that's filled to the brim with all manner of booby traps ranging from rigged shotguns, bear traps and mines of all types to grenade bouquets and overhanging objects (and given that you see a pile of fresh Legionary and Centurion corpses at your feet whenever you enter the Compound during the "Veni, Vidi, Vici" quest it's more than safe to assume that Legion casualties will be extremely massive just securing this area alone), this only serves to bolster my claim that thousands of the Legion's troops will perish at Hoover Dam even if they were to take it.
With only a mere fraction of their original number (that 5,000-8,000 will have been massively depleted after the Second Battle of Hoover Dam), now the Legion has to set out and secure the rest of the Mojave Wasteland, which will prove to be completely impossible over time. The Legion will find next to no tribes to assimilate as they exterminate the Powder Gangers, Fiends, Vipers, Jackals and the Kings in all of their endings.
And while the Legion still has the Great Khans and the Boomers, they won't help much. The Great Khans are down to little more than a pitiful rag-tag band of holdouts after both their ass-whipping at the hands of Mr. House and their decimation at Bitter Springs by the NCR. A fact that only gets worse when we subtract the women and female children (breeding stock), the elderly, the sick and the disabled (killed off immediately) as well as mention the fact that the Frumentarius Karl does say in his journal that the Legion would have to decimate most of the tribe, anyways. Meaning that the Legion will at most get a couple paltry handful of warriors from them.
As for the Boomers (assuming that the "Volare!" quest isn't completed) will prove to be more than a huge cost than a real benefit to the Legion. The Boomers' artillery alone would kill hundreds, if not thousands, of Legionaries with the Boomers themselves, armed to the teeth with Missile Launchers, Fat Mans, Grenade Machine Guns, Grenade Launchers, Grenade Rifles, 5.56 x 45mm. Marksman Carbines and 5mm Assault Carbines in addition to Mr. Gutsy combat robots and Sentry Bots, killing hundreds and even thousands more before the Legion finally conquer them.
Also consider that the Boomers, who worship their artillery and weapons with a near religious reverence, will by no means let their weapons fall into the hands of savages. Thus we could easily see them sabotaging their artillery (how hard would it be to load an artillery shell and lob a frag grenade down the barrel, after all?; and given that the Boomers only have 3-4 artillery pieces it wouldn't take long to do) and munitions stockpiles (just a few bricks of C4 could easily destroy all of the Boomers' weapons and ammunition supplies) to keep them out of Legion hands, which only adds insult to injury.
Even worse for the Legion is that when we subtract those Boomers that died in battle (most likely all of the adult males), the women and female children, the elderly, sick and disabled the Legion will have only a handful of male children to their name (remember that the Boomers are a really puny tribe that depend entirely on their firepower to survive) which means that they will have achieved nothing despite their massive losses incurred from conquering Nellis Air Force Base.
Then we also consider the fact that the Legion doesn't enslave civilized communities or Independent Towns unless under extraordinary circumstances (as evidenced by Siri over at the Fort who hailed from an Independent Town in New Mexico and was a medical student there prior to its destruction by the Legion).
Of course, it wouldn't matter as even if they did, the entire New Vegas area is completely evacuated by the NCR in the event of a Legion victory at Hoover Dam as evidenced by Arcade Gannon's Legion ending where he's convinced to remain in Freeside (all of Freeside, North Vegas, Westside, East Vegas and the Strip, which is really just a resort for NCR tourists rather than an actual community, are evacuated with those few that don't make it out, Arcade included, being killed by the Legion).
And when we consider that Nelson was butchered, Camp Searchlight irradiated and Nipton destroyed by the Legion with Goodsprings being left alone and Primm just falling under Legion authority (no point in enslaving the town anyways considering how it's just one big retirement home alongside Goodsprings which is also evacuated by all save a few old, stubborn folks) then it's blatantly clear that the Legion will have very few civilized people left to enslave.
With an even smaller fraction of survivors thanks to their conquest of Nellis AFB (in addition to hundreds more casualties against the Mojave Chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel, the Kings and what's left of House's Securitron police force and the Chairmen) the Legion will soon realize its folly and discover that both holding the Mojave Wasteland and continuing their advance West is literally impossible.
The Legion's logistical situation and acquisition of supplies will soon prove to be an insurmountable nightmare within mere weeks of their occupation of the Mojave. The loss of Nipton, Camp Searchlight and Nelson will serve to severely hamstring the Legion's logistics with the eventual deaths of New Vegas, Primm and Goodsprings only complicating the Legion's supply lines even further.
As 99% of the Strip's revenue comes from NCR tourists and soldiers on leave and given how the Legion will most likely tear down the casinos and ban whores, booze, chems and gambling under Caesar's law, the Strip will eventually shrivel up and die due to loss of revenue. North Vegas, East Vegas, Westside, Freeside, Primm and Goodsprings, which are entirely dependent on Republic trade and commerce for survival, will eventually suffer the same fate as NCR trade and business abandon the region out of both fear and hatred for the Legion.
Especially after the Legion's successful assassination of President Kimball which will see him martyred and ensure that the NCR will cut off all ties to the fallen Mojave Wasteland. With all of the Mojave's communities and towns dying off, the Legion's supply lines will crumble and face imminent collapse within only a few months time (Hoover Dam isn't a viable supply route as while it does allow the Legion to cross the Colorado River in force it's just too far to provide adequate, long-term support) which will only serve to doom the Legion's occupation of the Mojave Wasteland.
We must also take into account that the Legion will need every last man, Denarius and resource at its disposal if it so much as hopes to hold the region and continue the advance West. Which will force Caesar to relinquish the Legion's entire empire East of the Colorado in order to do so. In Legate Lanius’ own words, the Legion's expansion campaigns in the East have been faltering badly as Caesar's obsession with Hoover Dam, New Vegas and the West has seen the Legion's full strength syphoned off towards Hoover Dam as part of Caesar's plan to overrun Hoover Dam, conquer New Vegas and eventually invade the West.
Imagine the Hell that the Legion will have trying to secure the Mojave Wasteland, which will prove to be so bad that the Legion heartlands will have to be left defenseless, lawless and chaotic just to even begin to make such an ambitious feat even remotely feasible. Some would probably argue that Caesar would surely never abandon the East just for the tiniest, southernmost tip of Nevada and just one little city but I'd advise you to reconsider.
Caesar explicitly states that while the Legion does have their own cities back East, NONE OF THEM are ANYTHING like New Vegas. Why is that such a big deal, one might ask? It's simple, really. While the Mojave Wasteland was relatively untouched by the nuclear holocaust that was the Great War, thanks to the quick and decisive actions of Robert Edwin House, New Vegas is at best a total dump and at worst an absolute shithole.
Filled to the brim with disease, essentially overrun with Raiders, bandits and common criminals of all stripes, absolutely crushed beneath the iron heel of a colossal drug-addiction crisis, bursting at the seams with abject misery and poverty and rampant with starvation, New Vegas is without a doubt little more than a massive dumpster fire.
Things are so bad in that cursed place that you actually have children chasing rats in the streets just to survive, locals constantly complaining about hunger pains and withdrawals and scum ranging from the Fiends to random little hooligan punks constantly ransacking the place.
Westside, the South Vegas ruins, East Vegas, North Vegas and Freeside are all Hellish nightmares that are almost completely hopeless causes, at the end of the day. Even if one takes into account the diamond in the rock, the New Vegas Strip, you still wouldn't find many reasons to be impressed.
What you have is a tiny wealthy resort community that still looks like a dump (though it's still a major improvement from the rest of New Vegas), has highly dilapidated infrastructure (the Tops Casino still has a giant hole on the side of the building) and is surrounded by a wall that's held together with spit, grit and a whole lotta' duct tape.
And while the Strip is safe, orderly and prosperous by the standards of the Mojave Wasteland (a very shit standard, I might add), it's ultimately a very terrible place by the standards of the rest of the post-apocalyptic world (i.e. NCR territory and lands under Legion control). If Legion cities can't even match the standards of that shithole, what does that say about Caesar's willingness to hold them? Especially in light of what he'd be gaining in return?
Furthermore, Caesar often tends to view himself as a mere barbaric king of the Gauls, with his Legion being nothing but one big nomadic tribe of savages without a true home or purpose in his eyes, which is extremely depressing. Caesar sees New Vegas as a true city, a true capital, a true home for both himself and his Legion, a true Rome that he can rule over and could preside over a true empire in. And the West as that very true empire that he so desperately relishes.
Do you honestly believe that Caesar wouldn't trade his current empire (which he clearly holds in very low esteem and almost regrets ever conquering it) for his new Rome and a stepping stone towards eventually conquering his new Roman Empire (the stepping stone being the Mojave Wasteland)? He'd trade the whole of the East for New Vegas and the Mojave Wasteland in a heartbeat and in doing so will seal the Legion's fate and imminent doom.
With the Legion having completely relinquished the East (and therefore cutting themselves off from their resource base, source of revenue/income and escape route, in the process) their supply lines and logistical network in chaos and having absolutely no source of replenishment and reinforcements for their ranks, the Legion will slowly but surely disintegrate, trapped in a permanent holding pattern in the Mojave that'll bleed them dry and drain them of all their resources.
The NCR, meanwhile, will have simply dug in at the Mojave Outpost and fortified their defenses there. They'd have most certainly brought in the 3 VB-02 Vertibirds (which are armed with Gatling Lasers, Missile Launcher racks and Mini Nuke Launchers and outfitted with heavy armor) that were conducting combat air patrols of the NCR military base just a few miles away from the Mojave Outpost.
Far from stopping there, however, Colonel Royez (who's outfitted with the Scorched Sierra Power Armor which is a fully-operational suit of heavily-modified T-45d Power Armor upgraded with onboard medical systems capable of healing any injury and an improved back-mounted power pack from a suit of T-51b Power Armor that will be capable of resisting nearly all of the Legion's weapons and armed with a Plasma Caster chock full of overcharged Microfusion Cells so incredibly strong that it can kill a lvl. 50 Courier in Power Armor with just 2-3 hits!) and his men (NCR Heavy Troopers armed to the teeth with Gatling Lasers, Plasma Casters and Tesla Cannons as well as NCR Troopers armed with Tri-Beam Laser Rifles, Multiplas Rifles, Laser Rifles and Plasma Rifles) will also redeployed there from the same military camp, as well.
Republic artillery pieces can also be deployed there to help bolster the outpost's defenses, as well. A massive network of bunkers, pillboxes and trenches all along the hill below the outpost as well as machine gun nests, sniper nests, minefields and razorwire can also be established to further enhance the impregnable defensive perimeter of the new frontline. Once all of this is done, the NCR will then proceed to flood the outpost with tens of thousands of NCR Troopers, NCR Heavy Troopers, NCR Veteran Rangers
And when coupled with the fact that the Mojave Outpost is atop a high hill, is flanked by mountain ranges on both sides (which will completely prevent the Legion from attacking its flanks and rear), is right on the border with fully-controlled Republic territory (which will make it impossibly easy to keep well-supplied and will also ensure that Republic reinforcements are plentiful and easily available) and the fact that one could see everything up to Primm and Nipton from the Mojave Outpost (that particular area is also wide-open, completely exposed and lacks any real cover which means that any Legion force of any meaningful size would be spotted from miles away day or night which in turn will prevent Legion surprise attacks), the Mojave Outpost will truly become a 100% impregnable fortress.
To make things even worse for the Legion, there's absolutely no bypassing the Mojave Outpost either as the only areas that can allow such a short cut around the Long 15 are completely and literally impassable. The Big Empty is often described as a wall to any living thing approaching it, the Divide is little more than a death trap and is completely avoided by the Legion for obvious reasons and Death Valley is so inhospitable that even the NCR, with its fleet of military cargo trucks and Vertibirds, flat out avoids that area out of habit.
Any army stupid enough to try and cross through these areas will not return alive under any circumstances. Which in turn ensures that only through the Long 15 can the Legion hope to invade the West and given that the Mojave Outpost is purely impenetrable and that the Mojave Wasteland is completely entrapped with mountains and the Colorado River, the Legion will be completely trapped in the Mojave Wasteland and will never be freed from their holding pattern there.
The NCR simply bides its time and let's the Legion wear itself out and tear itself apart trying to hold the Mojave Wasteland, occasionally fending off Legion assaults on the Mojave Outpost whilst inflicting heavy losses on the Legion, launching several limited-scale offensives here and there so as to deplete the Legion's ranks even further and deploying NCR Veteran Rangers into the Mojave Wasteland so as to ambush Legion supply caravans and patrols to worsen the Legion's logistical nightmare.
After almost a year, the Legion will finally be vulnerable, it's forces stretched absolutely thin down to their absolute breaking point, their supply lines and logistics completely exhausted and expended alongside their supplies as a whole, the Legion's ranks reduced to little more than a tiny skeleton crew, the Legion completely scattered across the entire Mojave Wasteland unable to guard it or defend it any longer and the Colorado River at its back, with absolutely no way of escaping their inevitable demise.
At this moment, the NCR finally attacks with a full-scale assault across the entirety of the Mojave, completely and utterly destroying the Legion in its entirety and killing/capturing Caesar himself as Republic forces swarm across New Vegas and wipe out his Legion all around him within mere hours, days if the Legion is lucky. And so the NCR-Legion War finally draws to a close, with the back of the Legion broken forever and ceasing to exist.
Either way the Legion is fucked with a Legion defeat at the Second Battle of Hoover Dam being a mercy killing at best for the Legion.
(Sources are down below in the comments section).

Love? Give it six months

Warning: this story will contain mentions of unhealthy relationships and adult themes. The main character also has some character traits that may differs from your own, please do keep that in mind.
Review and comments will be appreciated
(Customisation)
There once was a dashing bachelor
(That looked like )(uses the OH male feces)
Face 1
Face 2
Face 3
Face 4
(Hairstyles)
James Bond (black slick backed)
Don Diego Vega (dark brown wavy hair slicked back long neck)
Steve Rogers (Short blonde side swept hair)
Agent J (Short kinky curls)
Is this him?
Yes
No (go back to customisation)
What is his name?
(Default: George)
(Surname)
(Default: Bishop)
There he meets
A beautiful woman
A handsome man
A beautiful woman
Face 1 (Asian; has pale skin, dark almond eyes, straight black mid-back hair with a mid-part)
Face 2 (Hispanic: has tan skin, deep brown eye and over shoulder-length volumes wavy hair with side bangs.)
Face 3 (Afro-American: dark skin, expressive brown eyes with long blackish brown chest-length kinky curly hair.)
Face 4 (Caucassian: pinkish skin with freckles, clear blue round eyes, collarbone length layered dirty blonde hair)
A handsome man
Face 1 (Asian: pale skin, dark almond eyes, straight black hair put up in a pompadour style)
Face 2 (Hispanic: tan skin, with slicked back wavy hair that always looks like it is coming undone.)
Face 3 (Afro-American: dark skin, expressive brown eyes, with a crewcut with tight natural curls.)
Face 4 (Caucasian: pinkish skin with freckles, clear blue eyes, dirty blonde hair in a Taper haircut.)
As the two peoples eyes lock across the room. The sensation of a pull drives them to get closer to one another.
As the dashing bachelor offered his hand his partner gladly accepted it. Leading into a dance that lasted the rest of the night.
The whole world faded away to the sound of the Jazz band, their breathing and their dancing.
As their lips moved to meet...
???: “Oh come now Joanna, you know that is no way that would ever happen.”

(Record Scratch)
Joanna: “Oh for craps sake, George I was getting to the best part.”
George: “Forgive me for finding it uncomfortable that you have decide how my love life is going to go.”
Lance: “He does have a point there sis.”
Joanna: “Way to stand up for your sister Lance.”
Lance “Look I’m all for love conquers and all that jazz but it is kind of difficult to make a love life for someone else.”
George: “Thank you.”
Lance: “I mean he isn’t a completely lost cause. I’m sure some desperate soul will take him.”
Lance: “I mean he’s got dads looks, and he managed to get with mom when they were young.”
Lance: “That might make up for his zero tact.”
George: “Your faith in me is awe inspiring.”
Lance: “Oh cheer up. With your upcoming trip to Vegas, maybe you’ll have luck in love and not just on the poker table.”
Joanna: “Maybe you’ll meet someone special!”
You snort, finding the idea silly.
George: “I wouldn’t bet on it.”
Chapter 1: One night in Vegas
In an underground speakeasy decked out in old decor from the 20th centuries first half. You sit there nursing your drink. After a long day at the office you love nothing more than when you can enjoy your secret fancy. Dressed up in an old-fashioned pinstripe suit and a fedora. You feel like a king, this little piece of haven in Chicago that seemed to be frozen in time.
You feel your friend beside you stir, he himself having to relax from work as well as dreading an upcoming event.
After his fifth sight you opt to actually talk about it.
You take a swing of your drink and decide to talk about the elephant in the room.
Or more accurately you decide to talk about the issue in pre 1940’s slang
George: “Your bear cat of a sister still giving you a hard time?”
Jeremy: “Noneofya.”
He mumbled.
George: “Look Pally, I known you since we were scrubs and had squat. What's eating you?”
Jeremy: “That dame will chisel me out of every dime I own.”
George: “Stephie acting like a Big cheese cause she is getting hitched?”
Jeremy: “She wants everything spiffy and I’m quite sure her ankle biters will be paying the bills. My folks are on my case regarding my dame.”
You think for a moment. Jeremy and Katie had been together for four years. They got one another, they lived together.
George: “Stephie’s lucky her guy thinks she’s the Cat's meow.”
You said reflecting on everything you ever heard regarding Darren, he was a good guy. Definitely not the smartest but he loved Stephanie like she was the only woman alive. You just wondered why anyone would want to spend time with that woman.
Jeremy: “Alright, real talk.”
Jeremy said as he dropped ‘the act’, we were no longer hot shots in the prohibition era. We were now just George Bishop and Jeremy Jackson a financial advisor and a computer wizard.
George: “In all do honesty I do not see why you need to go there? Aren’t bachelorette parties strictly female?”
Jeremy: “They used to be, but I am quite sure I am not going with them to be pampered like the bridesmaids.”
George: “Then your function is?”
Jeremy: “If I were to guess, fall guy and pack mule.”
Jeremy: “I think she is also doing it to brag, that ‘she did it first.’ To rub it in Katie’s face.”
George: “You never really care what your sister does. Why now?”
Jeremy: “Because they are pressuring me and Katie. Not just my family but next to everyone we know. ‘When is the wedding? What is the venue? How many guests? Are you going to have it this year?’ Look I love my girl, but none of us is in rush to walk down the aisle.”

Yeah, you know, you were the first one Jeremy told about his plan to propose. You were happy for him but at the end of the day it was up to Katie and Jeremy. Not you or their families. However the rest of the world seemed to think differently.
Mom: “Oh sweetheart, happy valentine’s day! Are you spending it with someone special?”
George: “Mom, you know I am not looking for someone.”
Mom: “Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find that certain someone sooner or later.”

Yeah, it isn’t enough your sister is married and your brother is utterly twitterpated with his boyfriend. You need to ensure your oldest is also with someone.

Boss: “Mr. Bishop, I must say. I am impressed with your work ethics, but we have decided to go with Mr. Robinson as the face of the company.”
Never minding the fact that you worked twice as hard as said college.
George: “I understand. May I ask what made you choose him?”
Boss: “We did research and found that your college would be favourable, due to circumstance.”

Translation: we wanted a man that was married and not the workaholic bachelor.

Stranger 1: “You see that guy over there?”
Stranger 2: “You mean the one with the RBF?”
Stranger 1: “Yeah, probably one of those loners, will never find anyone.”
Stranger 2: “I mean who goes to a restaurant like this alone?”

Honestly? You can’t have a meal alone?

George: “Yeah, I know that feeling.”
Jeremy: “Seriously.”
Both of you take a sigh.
Jeremy: “But in all honesty. Thank you for coming along, I really appreciate it. Would probably loose my mind if I went alone.”
George: “Of course.”

It would be a shame to lose my partner in crime.
My boss would be pissed if I didn’t.
Who would turn down free drinks?

Jeremy: “Yeah sounds about right.” *Choice 1*
George: “Remember how we got back at Marcus Thatcher?” *Choice 1*
Jeremy: “Oh, I remember. Too bad he didn’t check the file we sent, it might have saved him some embarrassment.” *Choice 1*
George: “Big tough football star being fooled by ‘two scrawny’ freshmen.” *Choice 1*
Jeremy: “And we were hailed as heroes for a month.” *Choice 1*
Jeremy: “Wait, don’t tell me HR department has been on your case.” *Choice 2*
Geroge: “Yep, too much overtime.” *Choice 2*
Geroge: “Never mind I make sure that everything is quality controlled.” *Choice 2*
Jeremy: “Geesh. Well glad to know I could be of service.” *Choice 2*
Jeremy: “Ah there it is, I knew you had a hidden agenda. *Choice 3*
George: “Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy, when have I ever hid something from you?” *Choice 3*
Jeremy: “Alright fair, you are honest to the point of insult.” *Choice 3*
Geroge: “You asked for my opinion, besides those shoes where ugly as sin.” *Choice 3*
Both of you laugh, you had been in each other’s life since kindergarten. You where the odd ducks, most kids and adults always considered you to be cold or judging. Even if neither of you had that intention.
Jeremy raises his glass.
Jeremy: “To intellectual companions.”
George: “To intellectual friends.”
You said as you raised your own drink in a toast.

The weekend finally arrived for the trip. You arrived at O’Hare airport with a good three hours to spare. You crack open the book you brought with you.
It was a supernatural detective story you received as a gift on last birthday a few months back. While you applaud your sister for trying, it was still jarring to follow all the supernatural deus-ex-machinas that discarded real detective work.
So that is how a 31 year old was reading a supernatural book in broad daylight.
George: ‘ with gun drawn, Duskraven made her way down the basement, the surroundings smelled of blood and muck.’
Geroge: ‘Romano’s empire was now in full display in front of her. Fae, lined the walls, eyes hollow and only the movement of their chest indicating they were still alive.’
George: ‘Duskraven took out her polaroid camera, it was a risky but if this would ever have a chance to justice. Her leads and information would need to be solid if she wanted to take down the vampire cartel. She just hoped the light for the camera would be noticed.’
George: ‘With a blinding light the entire basement lit up temporarily blinding her, when she regained her sight again a new horror met her eyes. Multiple pairs of hungry red eyes.’
Jeremy: “George!”
You tear your eyes away from the book in your hand.
There is Jeremy and Katie, hand in hand. Seeing them together was always a happy occasion.
Katie and Jeremy met at your favourite speakeasy a few years back. You didn’t blame your friend for becoming interested in the ICU nurse. Curly red hair and big blue eyes. Even if the courtship had started out rocky due to both of them being so shy. They overcame that hurdle and found something they wanted.
Sometimes however you wished you didn’t feel like you were interrupting them.
George: “Good morning, is Stephanie and her friends also here?”
Katie: “No they had a sleep over at Daria’s house. So they will be carpooling.”
You look at your clock and it was about two hours before the plane would take off, your bags where checked in and you were ready to leave and get to the section where the gates would be. But there was still no sign of Stephanie.
As you though you heard a rumbling sound.
Both you and Katie looked at Jeremy as a sheepish grim grew on his face.
Katie: “Told you, a ham sandwich wouldn’t hold.”
Jeremy: “It will hold till lunch, which is a few hours away.”
George: “You sure that is a good idea?”
Jeremy: “Tell you what, I’ll go if you come with me and Katie.”
Katie: “So what do you say?”
McDermott's
· Sure, I could have a bite. (💎12)
· Perhaps we shouldn’t
Diamond Choice:
George: “Alright, let us have something to eat.”
Jeremy: “Good! Airplane food leaves much to be desired.”
Katie: “You always think with your stomach.”
Jeremy: “Yet you love me.”
Katie: “Yes, odd isn’t it?”
You make your way inside and stay in line.
You look at the menu and order
· Breakfast burrito
· Bacon and scrambled eggs
· Fruit and oatmeal
You order your food along with a big coffee. You all slide into the booth, Katie had her yogurt in hand both of you looked worryingly at Jeremy’s breakfast.
(Tilting tower of pancakes)
(Holy crap!)
You swore for a moment both you and Katie was reading each other’s mind.
‘He is going to puke.’
George: “Hey Jeremy, think you can get some napkins?”
Jeremy: “Sure.”
As he left you plied a few pancakes away, making sure that you saved the top one so he wouldn’t notice. Katie making sure the tower didn’t fall.
She gave a thumbs up, thanking you.
George: “So Katie, how have you been?”
Katie: “There is always a lot of things to do at the ICU, sometime I wonder where humanity is headed.”
George: “Really, that bad?”
Katie: “How would you explain having a locomotive lodge up your rectum?”
George: “How did that happened?”
Katie: “They claim they fell on it, if I had a dollar every time this happened I wouldn’t have any student debts.”
You shake your head, you have been thinking a bit about what Jeremy said at the Speakeasy. You had also noticed that something was up with Katie, she was on edge.
George: “Katie…”
1. “Did you want to go on this trip?”
2. “Has Mr and Mrs Jackson been pressuring you?”
3. “Do you want to get married?”
Katie: “In all honesty no, but Stephanie has made me a bridesmaid. I need to partake in these things. Even if I wish I didn’t.” *Choice 1\*
George: “Why?” *Choice 1\*
Katie: “I wish I could care as little about protocol as you do, but she is Jeremy’s sister, if I say no it might affect my relationship with Jeremy and his family.” *Choice 1\*
Katie: “Yes, I mean no, I mean… it’s complicated.” *Choice 2\*
George: “How come?” *Choice 2\*
Katie: “I’m 30 years old George, time is ticking. They want grandchildren to spoil.” *Choice 2\*
George: “And you have to be married to do that?” *Choice 2\*
Katie: “Of course I love Jeremy.” *Choice 3\*
George: “That wasn’t the question, do you want to get married?” *Choice 3\*
Katie: “It is just so big, all those expectations. I… it scares the crap out of me.” *Choice 3\*
George: “Listen, I will tell you something.”
You said using your stern voice.
George: “Jeremy loves you, he chose you. You chose him. That is the truth at the end of the day.”
Katie looked at you, a shy smile graced her lips. She mouthed a thank you.
Jeremy made his way back to you with a great pile of napkins. You all begin to take part of the meal. During the entire meal Katie and Jeremy’s shoulders touched and they looked as content as they could be.
(‘Loving it’ you had breakfast at McDermott)
None diamond choice:
George: “Let us just sit down and relax, we should be in Las Vegas at 1 am. Knowing Stephanie we will probably eat something there before heading to the hotel.”
Katie: “Maybe, I’ll get some water at least.”
Jeremy: “Good idea.”
(‘Not hungry’ you didn’t have a McDermott breakfast)
As all of you wait for the supposed ‘bride’ you hear commotion.
Sure enough you see a brunette with a close to permanent scowl on her face. Followed but two very flustered women.
“There you are! WHERE have you been?!”
Her tone is as pleasant as you remember, nails on a chalkboard.
Jeremy: “We have been here waiting for you.”
Stephanie: “You aren’t even going to help me with my bags. What type of brother are you?”
Jeremy: “Well we are here, we have about half an hour before the plane leaves. So let’s get to the gate.”
Stephanie just huffed. Storming away.
George: “Wow she is in a good mood.”
You state sarcastically.
Jeremy: “Yeah she gets like that some time.”
Jeremy: “Just try not to set her of, she can be a handful.”
Katie: “I mean how bad could it possibly be?”
You were never the very superstitious type, but you were quite sure that Katie just opened Pandora’s Box.

From the time the plane touched ground in Nevada everything that could set of Stephanie did.
Stephanie: “URRGH!!! where is that shuttle! He is LATE!!”
Jeremy: “They told us like five minutes ago there is traffic jam.”
Stephanie: “Then he should have planned it earlier!”
Stephanie: “I will not wait an hour! WE have a schedule to follow!”
George:’ This coming from the woman that almost missed the plane to her own bachelorette party.’
Daria: “They say it is only another 15 minutes.”

Stephanie: “I DON’T CAREEEEE!”
Stephanie: “What do you mean that our suits where not booked?”
Receptionist: “You never sent in the deposit for your stay.”
Stephanie: “THAT WAS GEMMA’S JOB!”
Gemma: “I told you, the suits needed to be paid for by the same person that booked them.”

Stephanie: “You are a bridesmaid, you are supposed to make things work!”
George: ‘Honetly…’
George: “Sigh…”
Stephanie: “THIS ISN’T WHAT I ORDERED!”
Waitress: “Yes it is, you wanted a calamari.”
The poor waitress looked exhausted and probably wanted to be anywhere but here, not that one could blame her.
Stephanie: “NO IT ISN’T! I wanted the pasta with bacon and cheese.”
Katie: “A cabonara?”
Jeremy: “Stephie we are at a seafood restaurant.”

George: ‘IS she ever satisfied?’
All of us where back at the hotel, Stephanie insisting that they ‘needed’ a new set of clothes for the casino and club they were planning on hitting. Jeremy looked ready to just give up.
George: “You know, you could simply say no to her.”
Jeremy threw an exhausted glair at me.
Jeremy: “If it was so simple neither me, you nor Katie would be here right now.”
George: “And you wouldn’t be here doing this Sisyphean task, which obviously brings you missery.”
Jeremy: “Yeah well, I still want my parents in my life, if I didn’t do this, they would never let me live it down.”
What to wear to the casino?
· Tuxedo 007 (💎 15)
· Basic black
Diamond option:
Jeremy: “You look like James Bond.”
George: “I’ll have a martini, shaken not stirred.”
You said and an amused smile spread across Jeremy’s face.
None diamond choice
“I Think I’ll stick with this.”
“Fair enough, I am too exhausted to care anyway.”

Jeremy said with a tired smile. You both left the room, making our way to one of the pulsing centres of the strip.
There in the golden casinos you thought finally your luck would finally turn for the better. That the glamorous atmosphere would rub off on the soon-to-be bride. Causing her to stop doing her impression of a screeching barn owl and let ALL of them enjoy Sin City.
Well it seemed to have worked, for now.
Both you and Jeremy where at the black jack tables, enjoying yourself. While the ladies were back at the slots machines.
Jeremy folded a while ago, it is just you and one more. You looked down at your cards a jack and an ace. You opponent opposite you had this confident smirk on his face. But you saw how the sweat was running down his face. He was bluffing.
George: “Hum…”

Act as if you have a bad hand
Act arrogant and self-assured
Do not react at all and watch the man squirm

You decide to let your brows furrow in what would look like frustration. The man opposite you lets the edge of his mouth turn in a smirk. His confidence boosting with every minute. *Choice 1*
You decide to put on the theatrics, giving a smile like the cat that ate the canary you look at your opponent. That is growing more and more agitated by the minute. *Choice 2*
You keep your face natural, a lot of people often comment that you look angry whenever they see you. You could only assume it was true because your opponent was practically squirming in his seat. *Choice 3*
When he reviles his hand, you pause for a moment before reviling yours.
You won.
George: “I’ll be taking these.”
You said as you dragged them back chips and split them evenly between you and Jeremy. You had started with the same amount of tokens. Even if you did work with money daily, this was one of those occasions you allowed yourself to be a bit more relaxed regarding that subject.
Jeremy: “Nice one.”
George: “All in a day’s work.”
Jeremy: “So what next?”
Before you could answer you hear commotion from the opposite side of the casino. The screeching voice meant that Stephanie was somewhere in the middle of it. Both of you sigh, knowing that your happy hour was over.
Sure enough there at the era leading into one of the shows where Stephanie and her entourage, all of them except Stephanie wearing baby pink dresses and Stephanie herself wearing a sash reading ‘all hail the bride’ along with a tacky tiara probably worth a five dollar bill at most.
She was screaming at a bouncer, while all the others tried in vain to calm the soon-to-be bride.
Stephanie: “You are an idiot! What service is this!?”
When we had arrived there was already an audience forming. Yeah this was common whenever Stephanie was involved. ‘Drama Queen’ had been your nickname for her during high school for a reason.
Jeremy: “What happened?”
Bouncer: “Your friend here slapped one of your dancers, something about them stealing from them.”
Stephanie: “I am the BRIDE! I am not supposed to have to pay for anything during my bachelorette party.”
Jeremy: “Stephanie, what about we get some fresh air, okay?”
Jeremy said as he tried to deescalate the situation. He gently grabbed her arm, but Stephanie was having none of it.
It felt like it all happened in slow motion, Stephanie turned around and a closed fist and rage connected it with Jeremy’s face. Your friend flew back and hit his head on the floor pretty hard. Stephanie didn’t even care to check what state her brother was in. Katie flew to her fiancés side and the sight of your friend’s bleeding face was enough to make you see red.
George: “Alright enough.”

Scold her
Embarrass her
Give her the evil eye

George: “Stephanie, you are way out of line.” *Choice 1*
Stephanie: “No I am not!” *Choice 1*
George: “You have taken no responsibility during this trip, you have been rude to every member of the party, you have caused a scene at every place we have been to. Do I need to keep going?” *Choice 1*
Your voice is like ice, you swear the temperature just dropped a few degrees. As you pointed out everything she has done during the less than 24 hours you been together. *Choice 1*
Stephanie looks angrily at her bridesmaids as is she is waiting for them to defend her. *Choice 1*
They do not, they know you are just stating the truth. *Choice 1*
George: “Your own brother did not want to be on this trip, he begged me to come along. Doesn’t that tell you just how vile you have been acting?” *Choice 1*
Stephanie: “You listen here…”*Choice 1*
George: “No you listen for once in your life!” *Choice 1*
You rarely let your emotions out but Stephanie was a special case. *Choice 1*
George: “If this is how you treat people, do not be surprised when Darren leaves you at the altar. He deserve better than this.” *Choice 1*
With that as a closing line you left, Jeremy might need to get to the hospital. He was worth more than Stephanie would ever be in your eyes. *Choice 1*
As you leave you are quite sure you hear someone applauding. *Choice 1*
With determined steps you made your way to one of the waitresses. *Choice 2*
George: “Excuse me.” *Choice 2*
You hand her a 50 dollar bill as you grab a big jug glass filled with beer and briskly walk back to Stephanie that is still screaming profanities. Because of her back being turned to you she didn’t see you. You saw how people began to take out their cameras and phones. No one made a move to stop you. *Choice 2*
With one quick movement you had poured it over her and a shriek of surprise entered your ears. *Choice 2*
Stephanie: “What the fuck is wrong with you!?” *Choice 2*
George: “Are you done with your little temper tantrum?” *Choice 2*
Stephanie: “What!? How dare you!” *Choice 2*
George: “You have been acting like a spoiled five year old since the moment we landed. I am surprised no one has done anything until now.” *Choice 2*
Stephanie: “You are so not coming to my wedding!” *Choice 2*
George: “It isn’t a loss, I was never here for you. Now excuse me I have more important things to deal with.” *Choice 2*
You left Stephanie to deal with the people that had gathered for the ‘show’ and she began to scream at them and calling them all sorts of names. But no one was intimidated, they found it hilarious. *Choice 2*
You grab hold of Stephanie, until she has no choice but to look at you. She is screeching, calling you every slur and bad name in the book. Your hands are firm on her upper arm, you just hold no squeezing, no pushing. You keep your eyes locked on her, you must have stood there quite a while until finally her defiant stare became weaker and weaker. *Choice 3*
You kept hold of her until she burst out into tears. At that point you let her go. Knowing you had knocked her down a peg. *Choice 3*

But Stephanie wasn’t your main concern, Jeremy was. You moved to stay with Katie and Jeremy, the crowd parted as the red sea as you walked by. All in stunned silence. *Choice 3*

George: “Are you sure you’ll be alright?”
Jeremy grimaced at the questing, blood still trickling down his face from where he had been punched. Luckily the nose would heal, the only question was what colour it would be in time for Stephanie’s wedding.
Jeremy: “I’ll be fine, Katie is here too. She knows what she is doing.”
Katie: “Having your fiancé being a nurse does have its perks huh?”
Jeremy: “Yeah one of many.”
The two of them smile at one another, before Jeremy turn back to you.
Jeremy: “Think you can manage your own?”
George: “I think I can stay out of trouble for one night.”
Jeremy: “Maybe, see you tomorrow George.”
Katie: “Have a nice night.”
With that the two of them made their way up to the hotel rooms.
You decided to check out the hotel bar. Despite being 10 o’clock it was surprisingly empty. Some people where there, some having already had a few to many.
But what caught your eye was a stranger sitting at the end of the bar.
There sitting in a knee-length ocean blue dress was a woman, leaning over resting her elbows at the counter. She had a faraway look in her face as she absentmindedly stirred her drink. *♀*
There sitting a young man, nursing his drink. His blue vest and slacks combo suited him well with the crisp white shirt. His attention seeming being elsewhere. *♂*
You sit down by the bar and is about to call on the bartender when I noticed a man, clearly intoxicated made a move on the man/woman at the end of the bar.
Drunk Idiot: “Hello there, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”
The person in question just rolled hehis eyes. Clearly not in the mood to be the object of drunk admiration.
Drunk Idiot: “How about you and me go up to my hotel room and get to know each other a bit more.”
Haven seen the man/woman in question do every none-verbal que but slapping the idiot you decide enough was enough. He had disturbed you and the rest of the bar enough.
With the smoothest and coolest tone of voice you could muster you cleared your throat to get the drunk man’s attention. It wasn’t appreciated to say the least.
Drunk idiot: “What the hell do you want prick.”
The smell of alcohol radiating off him, one would think he had bathed in vodka. It was surprising no one had tossed him out from being a nuisance earlier.
George: “I do believe that you are bothering him/her. Please stop.”
George: “Look we are old friends, its noneofya business so bug off.”
George: “Oh really, then what is your friends name?”
Drunk Idiot: ”What?”
George: “What. Is. your. friend’s. name? If you are old friends you should surely know it.”
Drunk Idiot: “It’s ummm… Terry.”
???: “That is not even close.”
With both of you staring straight into him, mentally cornering him.
Drunk idiot: ”Screw this.”
The man declared in frustration and with that the idiot stormed off leaving both of you alone.
After making sure the guy was out of sight you turned back to the stranger.
He/She gave you a grateful smile.
???: “Thanks’ I really appreciate that?”
George: “It was nothing.”
You said making yourself ready to go back to your seat.
???: “Wait!”
The stranger called after you, out of sheer politeness you turned back around.
He/she Seemed a bit nervous, what now?
???: “Can I at least buy you a drink?”
You thought for a moment. You were on your own, Jeremy was probably nursing the bruise with some painkillers and you did not want to risk running into Stephanie or any of the bridesmaids. It also felt wrong to not take the opportunity to experience Vegas however.
So you accepted.
???: “Well What’s your poison?”
He/she asked in a joyous tone.

Matrini
Old Fashioned
Red Wine

With a quick wave they called the bartender over.
???: “So what brings you to Vegas?”
George: “Bachelorette party.”
???: “Did it have anything to do with that brunette that slapped one of the dancers and had security physically lift her out?”
George: “Bingo.”
???: “No one got seriously hurt?”
George: “Thankfully no.”
With that the bartender served the drink and the stranger slipped a 50 dollar bill.
You lift the glass in a gesture for a thank you. And let the beverage slip down your throat. It was nice, it was a good year and the taste was strong but not overpowering.
You noticed that his/her eyes were on you, almost as if they were trying to decipher your character.
George: “What are you doing?”
???: “Trying to get a read on you, some say what you order is often an indication of who you are.”
George: “Really? Then what can you say about me?”
You asked, deciding to humour them.
???: “I can say that that you are a man that know what he wants and how you want them.” *Martini*
???: “You are an old soul, you probably know your liquor well. My guess you have a great library at home.” *Old fashioned*
???: “You are quite classy, and you can find a way to get drunk before noon.” *Red wine*
With that you give an amused chuckle.
George: “Well there is some truth to that statement.”
You take a look at the drink they self are nursing.
(Dark n Stormy)
(Humm...)
George: “If I were to do the same to you, I guess you have a sweet tooth and might have wanted to be a pirate at some point.”
At that comment the stranger began to laugh. It was the infectious kind of laugh that made someone warm form the bottom of their stomach.
???: “Alright you got me there.”
He/she then stuck out their hand.
(My name is..)
(Default name: Skyler)
George: “‘Skyler’ it is a pleasure to meet you.”
You said as you shook it.
You take in Skyler’s look. You had to admit that they were an attractive specimen of a man/woman.
George: “The name is George Bishop.”
Skyler: “George Bishop, how professional sounding.”
He/ she said as if they were tasting your name in their mouth.
George: “Well I do hope so, would be difficult to be an advisor if people believed I was a joker.”
Skyler: “Ah, so you are one of those people that look at you and stamp ‘rejected’ on every paper?”
George: “I believe that I am fair in my judgement.”
George: “How about yourself?”
At that their eyes fell.
Skyler: “Right now, I’m a 30 year old trying to figure out my next move.”
George: “How come?”
Skyler: “Lost my job due to relationship issues between my manager and her boyfriend. Apparently, me being friendly was mistaken for flirting.”
Skyler: “What, they want a grumpy Greeter at the door?”
George: “That is unprofessional.”
Skyler: “Yeah, well relationships are messy.”
George: “Agreed.”
Skyler: “I must say the way you handled that woman, it was surprising.”
Skyler said in a genuinely impressed voice.
George: “You were watching?”
Skyler: “Kind of hard not to, I’m surprised half the hotel didn’t hear her.”
George: “Someone had to show her she isn’t the Queen of Sheba.”
Skyler: “What are your thought on marriage?”
You shoot up a bit, a bit startled by the blunt question.
George: “My thoughts?”
Skyler: “You seem like a guy that know what he thinks. I want to pick that brain a bit.”
It had been a while since someone had so blatantly flirted with you. To be fair you were a bit surprised. Dating had often been a minefield for you.
George: “Marrige…”

It’s an institution
It’s a partnership
It’s indescribable

George: “Historically it was a way to ensure land, money and heirlooms where added into a new household.” *Choice 1*
George: “It was also a safety for children back in the day, since basterds often faced quite a few challenges from being born out of wedlock.” *Choice 1*
George: “It is a symbol of trust, that you do have someone that you can count on.” *Choice 2*
George: “But at the end of the day, if you are unfair to that partner hey might not stay.” *Choice 2*
George: “To describe marriage is like trying to describe oceans and water. Even with similarities we can see, gathering it all in an explanation would probably not give a fair judgement.” *Choice 3*
Skyler: “To me it’s a promise. ‘To have and to hold’ it is silly in this day and age were people divorce left and right for trivial things.”
Skylers eyes became dark, falling into deep thoughts. You had never been the poetic kind, but there was a sweet sentiment in Skyler’s view on things. Your parents where still married over 30 years now. Your sister was due some time in December, your brother was off celebrating a two year dating anniversary and your paternal grandmother still loved her deceased husband dearly.
To you it just never happened, perhaps it wasn’t for you.
George: “That we can agree on, people are so afraid they will settle. At the first sign of trouble they leave.”
Skyler: “So that woman form before… how long do you think her marriage will last?”
George: “If she acts like she did tonight, I wonder if her husband will even stay for the ceremony.”
You looked at your new companion and in an unusual turn of events you called the bartender over.
George: “Can I buy you a drink?”

With that Skyler smiled, deciding to keep you company.
Sometime later you awake to the sound of your alarm clock.
You feel a splitting headache, you drag you hand over your face as you do you feel a cold metal band around your finger. Pulling back as your eyes focus you see that it is a plain sliver coloured band.
(is that?)
· Oh no…
Feeling more sober than ever before you realised just what a mess you got yourself into.
George: ‘I just got married in Vegas.’
Well, you’re screwed.

Shadows came to my town at night, and they are killing everyone [Part 2]

[Part 1]
Sophie and I jumped inside the sewer, the dimmed sound of explosions shaking the street around us. I had not been awake for more than an hour and a half, but I already felt exhausted. Adrenaline kept me awake but my muscles felt heavy, and my running was slow.
To my surprise, inside the sewer the temperature was much warmer. It was around four in the morning, so the freezing air at the surface was unusual for a summer night. Underground, however, I began to sweat almost instantly. It was moist in these sewers, much more than I remembered it to be the few times I went there as a child.
“What the hell… Was that?” panted Sophie, still looking above her, at the hole in the sewer ceiling through which we descended. In the street where we stood a mere minute earlier the sounds of battle faded away, replaced by screams of horror, cries and shouts of pain. A howling wind raged above, and to our shock, light started to disappear entirely from the surface.
The light of the moon, our only steady source of light at this moment, flickered away and disappeared entirely in few seconds. I took out the flashlight that my parents gave me when we left our home, and turned it on in a few panicked movements. Sophie did the same with hers.
While my dad had a military-grade flashlight that did allow seeing around, Sophie had a supermarket one. She shook it around, trying to make it work, before I put a hand on her shoulder. I did not want to speak, afraid to make a sound, but pointed at the inside of her flashlight. We could perceive the tiniest light inside, struggling against the surrounding darkness.
I saw that she wanted to say something when we heard clicking above us. Something heavy and pointy was walking on the street above. We heard loud chewing, and a disgusting sound that I identified as bones crushed. I instinctively pointed my flashlight through the exit of the sewer, above us, and regretted my action even as I was doing it.
There was nothing but darkness out there, and the ray of light was entirely absorbed. Then, a second later, something circular appeared, staring down at us. It was an empty purplish circle against the pitch-black background, but I somehow understood it was an eye.
“Run!” I shouted to Sophie, pushing her to make her move and pointing my light in the direction opposite to whatever was looking at us.
We darted through the maze of the sewer for several minutes, quickly running out of breath. Fear made us keep running for a while after, and only when our legs and lungs failed us entirely did we stop. Sophie put her back against a wall and let herself fall down until she was sitting, while I collapsed on my knees and fell face forward. To my disgust, the floor was black and wet, and I saw some sorts of maggots crawling beneath black ichor.
Moaning my disgust, I forced myself up and helped Sophie to do the same. We could barely see few meters ahead of us with our working flashlight, and all the sounds seemed to echo infinitely. Once every few seconds the ground above us shook, telling us that the battle for the town above us was still ongoing. It seemed to me that I heard screams, but I could not understand if they were coming from the sewers themselves or from the surface.
“We… We have to keep moving…” said Sophie softly.
I wanted to agree, but where to? I had lost all sense of orientation during our run. My mind played tricks on me, and I thought I heard the same clicking sound from the creature around every corner. Sophie was right, we had to go, but maybe first we coul-
A gunshot echoed throughout the sewers, followed a second later by a veritable firefight. We heard shouts of alarm, and an explosion. A grenade? With only the sounds I would never have been able to guess where all of this mayhem was coming from, but the shockwave of the explosion, as well as the heat, allowed us to understand it was from in front of us.
I noticed that Sophie was looking at me. I shrugged, my head feeling light as if I was sick. I could not think straight. My legs muscles were sore, and it was a struggle just standing straight. I could not catch my breath back. The wet air of the sewer seemed to be in my mouth now, and I felt my throat scratching.
“Let’s try, but without the lights,” I started with as much confidence as I could gather; “we will be more discreet.”
My friend stared at me as if I just said the Earth was flat and the creatures that attacked our town were just from the other side. She shook her head slowly.
“This light is the only thing close to a protection we have, Jonathan. We don’t have any weapons. Remember the text we received? Stay close to the light sources.”
She was right and I felt very dumb. Keeping the flashlight pointing forward, we moved towards were the firefight had happened. There was a man still moaning in pain, meaning there were still survivors. That was already good, right? We marched forward for what felt like five full minutes before arriving at a crossroad.
Several body parts had been thrown around in a chaotic fashion. After some time I recognized that they all belonged to the soldiers in the black-and-red uniforms that I had seen coordinating the evacuation and defense efforts in the town. I should have felt safer that these elite soldiers were in the underground with us, but seeing them torn to pieces like this turned my stomach and snapped away what glimmer of hope I still had. The moaning survivor, half a torso of a man, passed away few seconds after we arrived.
Sophie could not take her eyes off the slaughter. She muttered a quick succession of prayers before having to turn away and throw up. I took one of the smaller guns that was laying on the ground when I heard some voices. A radio was on the ground, beneath the torso of what looked to be a squad leader. The sound was almost muted but I took the radio and put it to my ear, trying to understand the words.
“… is lost, I repeat, the town...”
Sophie finished emptying her already-almost-empty stomach and turned her attention to me. She noticed I was listening to this portable radio, and she moved her face in a manner to ask me what was up. I just shrugged, not knowing what to answer yet. Suddenly the connection became clearer, but I somehow wished it did not.
“ … -all Inquisition forces to retreat twelve clicks south of the town. Regroup with the third wave of the US military, and establish a final defensive line. All local military assets still in town are to be left there as a delaying action. Evacuation of local civilians is now priority 5, abandon all evacuation efforts.”
This was it. Whatever trace of hope I had went away. All civilians were to be abandoned. Even our own military was abandoned. We were all going to die in this town. Sophie had come closer and heard the same thing as I did, and I saw the same resignation going through her eye. I thought about my parents. Did they make it out before they gave up on evacuating people?
Then the voice in the radio came back. This time, the intonation was different. The certainty of this commanding voice was gone. I could feel the indecision, almost incomprehension in the words. As if, it was reading from a script that did not make sense.
“Be advised that Global Command has… Authorized… The deployment of… Unconventional forces from Nevada right on top of the advancing Shadow forces. ETA fifty-five minutes. I… Retreat twelve clicks south ASAP. All forces still in the city surroundings in one hour will be considered lost. Godspeed.”
While all of this did not make much sense to us, we understood one thing: We had one hour to get the hell away. South was the obvious way to go, but without a compass we were as good as lost in this sewer maze. Without much choice we started walking, hoping that we would find our way somehow.
I could not tell you how long we walked in there. My nerves were breaking in the moist darkness, so it felt like hours, but if I try to be honest, it was probably more around ten to fifteen minutes. We tried to go in the opposite direction of the sounds we could not understand. At some point, though, one of these sounds came from right in front of us, and I recognized it. Those were footsteps.
Sophie heard them before I did, and stopped first while turning off our flashlight. Slowly, I raised the small pistol that I snatched from the dead soldier’s body, pointing it in the direction of the noise. My uncle taught me how to shoot, but I was no expert. I barely had the reflex of looking for the safety, but it was already off.
In the utter darkness, I managed to see some silhouettes in the distance. They seemed humans, though of different sizes. Except the muffled footsteps walking on the black ichor on the floor, there was no sound coming from them. All my instincts urged me to shoot, but I decided to wait for them to get closer, so I would not miss.
“… Hello there?” Sophie tried to say aloud, her voice breaking before she could be heard. I felt I could have torn her neck right there, but I had to stay focused on those shadowy shapes. She for sure indicated them of our presence.
“We are humans!” she said, this time way louder. There was no way they didn’t hear that.
“Shut up, Sophie!” I snapped, before putting my finger on the trigger. There was no time for waiting anymore, I had to shoot them before whatever these things were could jump on our throats. That’s when they answered.
“Eh… We are, too. Are you really, though?” slowly said the tallest of the shape.
Against all common sense, Sophie turned back our flashlight. They were not far now, and we could see them. They were humans, too. Some were kids, barely 8 or 10 years old, and the oldest was in his early twenties, with his head entirely shaved. “Mad Bobby,” I muttered, recognizing him. “You are the kids of the Anderson’s!”
We talked for about five minutes about how each of us escaped the battle in the surface. Sophie and I explained our botched tentative of reaching the Casino, and the Andersons told us that their large family tried to barricade themselves inside their house before something broke in and started slaughtering them all. Only these four kids in front of us made it, out of the 25+ members of the family.
We decided to stick together. All of the Andersons had guns, with Bobby carrying a sawed-off shotgun. That is how they were. Never really liked these outcasts, but having them here was a slight comfort.
Luckily, one of the youngest Anderson carried not one but two compasses, for some reason. They did not work perfectly, as if something was interfering with them, but both were showing approximately the same direction. Apparently, Sophie and I had been heading North for a while. The whole group went south.
We travelled for about ten minutes, walking at a good pace. Above us the ground often shook from what I guessed was artillery fire, and once we all jumped upon hearing gunshots far behind us, followed by screams. The air was becoming thicker, I had way too much saliva and had to spit few times. Everyone was sweaty by then, and I could barely keep my eyes open more than a second without blinking. Flies started to take possession of the sewer, and the smell… I’d rather not describe it.
All of a sudden, or at least that’s how it seemed to me, I heard loud clicking sounds behind me. Like knives tipping on a wet wooden table. Instinctively we all stopped moving. Only Mad Bobby, who was leading the way, turned around immediately. Whatever he saw, his face turned white in a heartbeat, and he screamed while aiming with his shotgun.
It felt as if time slowed for a second, all my thoughts happening at once. I thought of turning around, shooting alongside him at the thing behind us, but I remembered what had happened on the surface. The whole US army deploying, columns of tanks, waves of jet fighters and helicopters. This barely slowed down what had attacked our town. We would not win this fight.
I dropped the pistol I was carrying, and took the compass that one of the Andersons was carrying in one hand. With my second hand, I took Sophie by the arm and started to run. I still feel sorrow for the Andersons. They were counting on us to help them. Deep inside, though, I know this was the good choice. We had barely ran for five seconds when the shooting stopped, and the Andersons screams ceased after twenty. The thing that attacked us did not follow.
After ten more minutes of running, we arrived at a large sewer exit. Usually an iron grid barred the entrance, but something came out in force out of the the sewer, crushing the gate. I tried not to think of what did that. I had to consider what monster that was when outside, in the forest that spread around the sewer exit, we found the bodies of three dozen of US military soldiers. They were entrenched, with machine gun nests pointing at the gate. This was not enough. Two armored transports vehicles were destroyed, one was on its back, the other had been cut in half.
“Johnathan”, Sophie whispered. I turned around. She was extremely sweaty, as if taken by a fever. “I don’t feel so good.”
I immediately put her down, leaning her back against one half of the Stryker transport. I could barely think straight. Did she get an infection back in the sewer? I did not keep track of time, my phone was now out of battery, and all I knew was that we needed to get away from there before whatever was coming from Nevada arrived here.
“Contact. Two civilians.”
The shout was coming from deeper in the woods. A group of eight black-and-red soldiers arrived at the scenes, weapons raised. Two kept their guns at us while the others secured the area. I think I saw something moving in the trees, just behind the group. I kept looking for a bit longer, and saw what looked like a sniper, his unusually large rifle aiming at the broken sewer gate.
What appeared as the leader of the soldiers then gave orders to his men to watch the sewer, while he and another trooper took a better look at us.
“Please,” I started to beg, “You have to get us out of here. She is sick, she cannot walk anymore.”
The commander turned to the soldier next him and said, his voice distorted by his helmet’s speaker: “Rita, scan them. Especially the girl. You know the drill.”
She took out a large tablet, some sort of PDA, with a massive photocamera on the middle. This machine was spreading light-blue rays all across our body like some techno party lightshow, but I did not say anything. One rifle was still aimed directly at us.
“Sergent,” one of the man guarding the sewer shouted in a strong French accent, “we have movement inside. We have two more Inquisition squads still alive in the city sewer. Several Planars are prawling, with one Champion-class, at least.”
“Then we’ll hold the gate so our brothers and sisters can retreat,” said the sergeant.
The blue-rays machine started beeping. A couple of the soldiers around turned their weapons to us. Both the sergeant and Rita took a few steps back.
“Get away from the girl, boy.”
I put my hands up, praying that they would not shoot us. I muttered something about Sophie and I being okay, that we just needed to get away. That they didn’t have to escort, just to let us go. That we were innocents. I looked at Sophie, who was staring back at me. She always had the most beautiful green eyes, but not anymore. Her pupils where a dark grey, almost black. I wanted to scream but didn’t found air in my lungs.
The sergeant put a hand on the side of his helmet. “Command, we have two civilians exposed to Planar radiations. One is Planetouched. I repeat, we have a Planetouched.”
At that time I didn’t know what it meant, but it sure did sound like a death sentence. We now had four rifles pointed at us. I was to say something when the French soldier from earlier shouted, apparently in a relative panic:
“Five contacts coming fast, chef. A Champion and four Hunters. Twenty seconds!”
The Sergeant of the squad looked at his men, then back at us. We obviously were not his most pressing objective, for now, but that did not mean he could let us go, no matter what ‘planetouched’ mean. He barked a couple of orders, then took off the safety from his weapon. “I’m sorry, kids” was all I heard from him before Sophie took my hand.
It felt like falling. Like if I were sitting in an elevator that was suddenly launched at terrific speed upward. I could not see a thing. Was I dead? “Close your eyes”, said Sophie, but I did not obey. Nonetheless, I was blind. I was sweaty again, like if I were in a hammam or something. Where was I?
Inhuman shrieks echoed from all side, in the distance. I felt Sophie pulling at my arm, making me move forward. I was confused, terrified, and did not try to resist, even when she started to run. The ground was sticky, and it was hard to go fast, but I did my best not to fall over.
Everything was flat, unnaturally so. We were definitely not in the forest anymore. We went through some sort of foliage. I did not understand if it was a wet rope or a spider web, and did not want to stay and find out. The shrieking got closer, and I felt as a mouse dropped in a cat restaurant. Just as when the shrieks became painfully loud I fell again.
Before I knew it I was on my knees on the forest floor. Breathing heavily, I blinked, trying to get my vision again. Even in the darkness of the night, the light was overwhelming, as if I had spent a decade in the deepest place of the Earth, away from any light source.
“What happened?” was all I managed to ask my friend. I realized that a fight was happening about two hundred meter away from us. I looked in this direction and realized that this was where the sewer exit was. How did this happen?
For the first time, it seemed that the creatures did not overwhelm the soldiers easily. The fight raged for about a minute, and I could not tell who won when the shooting stopped. Knowing that both the shadow-things and the “inquisition” soldiers wanted us dead, we went in the opposite direction, straight south.
Sophie seemed on the edge of breaking down and collapsing on the floor, but somehow she kept walking. She looked sick, very sick, and I could not explain where she got the strength to walk so fast. In a way, it was supernatural, but after all that had happened I did not stop to think about the how and why.
Now that we were back to the surface, we had a clearer picture of how bad the broader situation was. There was no more air support over the city, and only regular salvos of long-range artillery now rained on our town. A veritable wall of darkness seemed to swallow parts of the city, and was advancing fast in our direction.
After a couple of kilometers of walking through a forest hiking road, I heard activity ahead of us. Engines turning, men shouting, vehicles rolling. We ended up on a small hill overlooking a large road. A small number of cars and trucks were abandoned on the side of the road, but that is not what got my attention.
A huge military cargo transport aircraft had crashed, and destroyed the road when its burning debris crossed it almost perpendicularly. Somehow the US military retreating from the town had decided that this was a good place to form a defensive line. Soldiers were already digging in, machinegun nests were set, and Abrams tanks were in position in the hills behind the main line. Several hundred men and women were there with armored support, trying to build a dam that would stem the tide.
“Freeze!”
Four US-troopers had snuck up on us from behind, in the forest. I did not hear them coming. Better them than these things, though. At least I could try to talk.
“Don’t shoot!” I whined, adrenaline pulsing again in my blood, “we are not Planetouched!”
The four army soldiers surrounded us, and I heard one of them confirming in a short-range radio that they had found civilians.
“Planewhat?” said the corporal that was leading the group, visibly confused, “You are not one of those monsters, right?”
I made a no with my head, while Sophie said a firm “no”.
“Sorry, I thought you were with these Inquisition guys,” I answered, trying to justify my reaction. All I wanted was to run through the forest until I found a town and a car to drive me away. Hopefully my parents had been evacuated somewhere there. It sounds selfish, but I knew there was no way I could help them if they were not in a safe place right now. Judging by the look on the face of the corporal, though, he thought I was delirious.
“I don’t know of no Inquisition, but sure enough weird shit happened today,” said the man, “so just come with us, we’ll give you a gun, some stuff, and send you on your way. Follow the road south until someone pick you up and get you to safety.”
That was a plan I could get behind. Sophie stayed silent, but I understood this as her acknowledgement. Our whole group started going downhill when gunshots erupted from the military defense line. A salvo from handheld missile launchers speared in the direction of the city, and the tanks in the rear hills started pounding at whatever was advancing at them.
“Man! Here they come! We’ll cover this flank!” shouted the corporal to his three men, “You two teens you run the heck away from here!”
Not a man to question an order like that, I started running when a spectral shriek resonated in the trees, high above us. I barely had time to turn around to look before a dark insectoid shape plunged on one of the soldier, crushing him. The impact shook the ground hard enough to make me fall on my back.
The three surviving soldiers emptied their magazines in the grotesque creature. The aberration had six legs and a tall torso, akin to an ant-centaur. On said torso six arms, longer but much thinner than the legs, were flapping around as if trying to catch the bullets, cutting trees around it in the process. One of the trooper threw a grenade at the monster, but it barely made it stagger back.
When the men had to reload, the thing pounced forward. It impaled the soldier closest to him with one arm before biting his head off and throwing him away like a ragdoll. I noticed that the thing seemed to not reflect light, almost at all. I saw this creature more by the absence of light where it was, rather than by discerning its features. The only thing I could make was it it seemed furry somehow, in an insectoid way, or as if it was made of short human hairs.
The third soldier to die was was still reloading when it was cut in half in one vicious slash.. That’s when I came back to my senses. We had to run. We had to run now. I tried to pull Sophie, who was standing and staring at the scene, but she remained firm as a rock.
“We gotta go! It’s coming for us!” I shouted, stating the obvious. Her eyes, still unnaturally colored, were unblinking. “Sophie, come on!”
The last soldier, this corporal who told us to get away from the battlefield, was already running. The shadowy insect put his attention towards us, coming closer for the kill. I gasped for air, understanding that we had no chance of escaping something so fast, when Sophie started muttering something.
“I don’t want…” she started, not taking the creature out of her sight, “I don’t want you to be.”
I closed my eyes, bracing for impact, clenching my teeth in anticipation of the pain. I think I shouted something in terror. Nothing happened. I did not move, imaging the creature stopping just few feet from us, savoring its meal in advance. Only when I heard the voice of the corporal, now much closer, did I open my eyes.
“Are you okay, kids? What did you do?”
The soldier still had its gun out, checking the forest canopy for threats. Sophie now had her eyes closed, and was breathing heavily, as if trying to calm herself. She was shaking as a leaf on a cold autumn wind.
“That ant,” started the man, “it just vanished out of thin air. As if it was never there.” He was obviously as surprised as I was. Below us, on the main road, the Army’s defensive line was collapsing under the constant onslaught of the monsters. Many of the creatures died, obliterated by heavy cannon shells or by the constant bullet storm, but many more were coming. A flood of darkness that could not be stemmed. Some creatures even seemed to not be slowed by bullets nor fire, jumping from tree to tree on the flanks before landing on a vehicle and tearing it apart. Then I saw, behind the main assault, larger creatures obscuring the night sky, as tall as three-story buildings.
“God help us all,” said the corporal. I did not see how He could. This was Hell, coming to claim us all. Despair took hold of me and I stayed still a while, watching our army loosing the battle, before Sophie slowly turned around to look to the south. I did not say anything, but after a minute or so, I started to hear it, over the noise of the battle downhill. Rotors. Helicopters. A lot of them.
“Great,” said the corporal who had stayed with us, all hopes of winning of surviving gone, “more meat to the slaughter. What can men do against such things?”
Still, I watched as the flying armada arrived. A first formation of a couple dozen attack helicopters, few hundred meters above ground, pounded the advancing Shadow onslaught with missiles and autocannon rounds. This did stop them for a few dozen seconds. Just what the Inquisition needed.
Coming in low and at full speed were transport helicopters of different sizes. The smallest ones were Chinooks and Ospreys, already fairly big, but the largest ones were models I had never seen before, mostly quadri-rotors. I was expecting to see some special forces coming out fast-ropping, maybe those black-and-red soldiers, but something else entirely jumped out. More creatures.
“What under Heaven’s sky…” the soldier next to us said. I shared his disbelief. The things that jumped out of the cargo bays of the helicopters, though, were of a different kind than what had attacked our town. The first notable thing was that I could actually see them. Most were brownish or green, some looked plantoid, other were positively vegetal, while some were nothing more than a moving bag of vines. I could not take my eyes out of one of the largest one, an aggregate of wet leaves, bark and brown muscles, as tall as a small building, as it entered the battlefield suspended by cables between four of the largest helicopters. They dropped it in the center of the Shadow formation, and it immediately started picking some of the dark creatures up, and tearing them apart. Small scarab-like parasites jumped from the tree-looking giant, and began to borrow into the skin of the larger Shadow monsters, disappearing in the darkness while their victims howled in pain.
The Army defensive line collapsed, all soldiers running for their lives away from this fight of titans. Even the tanks at the rear almost completely stopped shelling, as if in utter confusion. The attack helicopters, though, continued hammering the back of the Shadow flood, while heavy bombers flew overhead to drop their payloads into what used to be my town.
All three of us bystanders were in shock, but the corporal suddenly put a hand on his ear. He shook his head, as if he could not believe what he was hearing. “They ask us to help those vegetal beings,” the corporal whispered, half to himself and half to us, “Command says they are here to help.”
Sophie still had not said a word, but she was looking at the transport helicopters that kept coming from the south. She looked at one in particular, one of the Chinook, as it stabilized its flight not fifty meters from us. A dozen of humanoid shapes jumped from it, all taller than three meters, and all entirely covered in bark. Some were carrying medieval-looking weapons made in the same substance as their skin, and some had their arms effectively shaped in these weapons. A couple were carrying bows.
A woman in a green jumpsuit was the last one to jump from the Chinook, but she was not human, or at least she was a human that could jump ungodly far. She landed twenty meters from us, and did not seem to notice us at first. She looked back at the ongoing battle, and the treekin that accompanied her rushed to the closest Shadow monsters downhill.
She was gorgeous, in a way that I can hardly describe with words. In normal circumstances, I would be actually put off by her unnaturally red hair, the complex tattoos going up her neck until her chin. or her pale yellow eyes that I saw glowing as she turned back to us. I could not take look away from her.
“Sorry darlings,” she almost sang to us, “there are to be no witnesses in the aftermath, and I could use the boost.”
She raised a hand towards the corporal, and he collapsed to his knees. He gasped for air, dropping his weapon to the ground. “But… Aren’t you with us?!” I said, a bit naively I must admit.
“We have a common enemy here,” the red-haired woman answered, “does not mean I care for your lives.”
The soldier withered by the second. He seemed to age rapidly, or to be more specific, he seemed to dry out. As if all water and blood was emptied from his body somehow. I was ready to run with Sophie, but when I looked at her, she was simply looking at the woman, her face as set in stone. When the corporal fell on the ground, dried as a sun-wrenched raisin, the woman turned her attention to us. She took a deep breath, as if she just had an amazing time. Had she been boosted by consuming the life of this man? Behind her, the war was still raging, and obviously, her forces were winning this battle.
“Now now, I don’t have much time, let’s…” The woman stopped suddenly, staring Sophie up-and-down rapidly. A half-grin appeared on her face. “You are Shadowtouched, girl.”
I took the corporal’s rifle and pointed it at the yellow-eyed witch. “She is nothing of that!”.. Yeah, I felt stupid a second later. She had a small laughed, looked at me and shook her head in disbelief, visibly amused.
“Oh she is, boy. Most humans cannot handle planar energies, and die some days later. However, that will not be her fate. She has potential.”
Sophie’s face was unmoving, but her legs and arms were shaking. She seemed close to collapse, and I felt that she also was on the verge of tears.
“Leave us alone,” she said with as much authority as she could muster. Since her voice broke down midsentence, let’s say it was not much. The witch laughed.
All around us, a second wave of transport helicopters, smaller than the first waves, were touching down. I noticed the strange triangonal symbol on their sides. Vast numbers of black-and-red soldiers were deploying. Some were carrying strange weaponries, others were clad in heavy armor that made them look like walking vehicles. Several small tanks, also with this symbol on their side, were being dropped behind the vegetal army and added their fire to fight against the Shadow. What unholy alliance was that?
“I’m Judith, by the way,” said the red-hair woman to Sophie, “and I speak for the Plane of Life, here. Usually I’d kill a Shadowtouched on the spot, but you have only recently been gifted. You are still free of will. Free to join us. We could use a Shadow turncoat.”
Sophie turned her attention to the Inquisition army being deployed. Some of the US Army survivors were rallying with them, and started to push alongside the planar creatures of Life. Further behind, fresh US troops were coming up from the south, from the main road. A whole mechanized regiment, by the look of it. “Are you going to save us?” asked Sophie innocently.
“Unfortunately some Inquisitors tried to prevent the Rift from opening. That would have prevented us a lot of trouble, but they failed.” We are all here to close the Shadow rift,” said Judith, “the Inquisition, my leafy friends, your national military, all of us. Once done, my army will leave Montana. Is that good enough for you?”
Sophie shrugged, and looked at her hands. This was insane. I tried to think of something to say, but this was so far beyond me that I could barely believe it, much less having an idea about what to do.
“How can I help?”
“Well,” replied Judith with a smile in her voice, “we don’t have time for proper training. You’ll figure just fine once you are close to Shadow creatures. I can feel the Shadow flowing in you. You are particularly gifted.”
A squad of Inquisition soldiers, all equipped in different manners, ran to our group. Their leader approached Judith.
“Ma’am,” said the woman through her helmet’s speakers, “I’m Commander Karlstein, Southern Rocky Mountains Household. My men are ready to push into the city to contain the Rift. We’ll follow your breakthrough and support you, as per High-Commander Rockwell’s orders. Be advised that we’ve detected a Planar incursion on the Canadian side of the border.”
Judith smiled widely at Sophie, which froze my bone. Her teeth were pointy, akin to those of a snake. I smelled a strong scent of flowers. “Yes, the Plane of Air also wants to play. Then let’s all get going, shall we?”

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