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Asian Drama

2011.06.02 22:42 Asian Drama

The Asian Drama subreddit is for anybody who would like to discuss and explore Chinese, Taiwanese, Hong Kong, Japanese, Korean and other Asian television dramas. Discussions around Asian drama actors, soundtracks, and award shows are also welcome.
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2011.01.08 06:16 People Person's Paper People

Why waste time watch many show when one show do trick?
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2013.07.21 21:00 roygbivalent GayPoC: A subreddit for LGBTQ+ people of color

GayPoC is a subreddit for LGBTQ+ people of color.
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2020.10.20 05:08 spinyanteater24 25[M4F] NY/anywhere - take all the shots, even the long shots


Haven’t posted in a while but decided to come back after many months for another shot. The likelihood of any of us having a “success story” is low, but not zero, so why not try again.
I’m 25, from NYC, and looking to meet someone, see if we gel each other, and see where it goes (maybe something serious?). Obviously I’d like to meet someone local but I’m down to meet someone from any part of the world, and connect online.
Interest wise, I’ve recently started gaming and watching TV again. Phasmaphobia is really fun. Especially since I’m a horror movie fan (watch some horror movies with me anyone?). Also been watching Black Spot on Netflix, surprisingly good. Haven’t watched anime in a while, but started Made in Abyss. My all time fave video game is Danganronpa and I watch LPs of it all the time on Youtube lmao so hmu if you love DR.
Physical appearance is important for all of us, so for your info, I’m South Asian ethically, skinny, huge eyes.
What have you been up to? And it might be basic, but I like memes , hope you do 🙈
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2020.10.19 20:59 AlB4564 25 [M4F] Middle East/Anywhere- Trying this again cause life is just too lonely.

Hello everyone I've been here before. Tried to write an awesome post. Got a few replies. Made a few friends. Dropped the best memes. Sent the best jokes. Things didn't go anywhere. Disappointed. Gave up. Deleted my account. Gave online dating a try again. Nada. Gave that up too. Sigh.
Well life got so much lonely and so here i am trying again. All fresh. Got a cup of tea. Writing with the last brain cell i have before i fall asleep for work tomorrow. Ok so the basics.
-25 m brown guy south asian guy living in middle east
-6'2" Tall or 188 cm
-slim to average build. With a tummy now. Thank u quarantine (working on getting fit again but mmmm burgers)
-funny, quirky and clumsy (i have a collection of dad jokes, memes, dankest memes, dark humor)
-suppppppper romantic, disney movies and romantic movies spoiled me. Does that shit even happen in real life? Everyone here just wanna party, go to clubs and have fun. I feel like an 80 year old who doesn't like that stuff, stay home watch the tv and sip on tea.
Ok a few disclaimers. First.. you can be anywhere. I live on a small island. And 95% sure you haven't even heard of it. I freaking ran out of people here to match with let alone childfree people. So I'm open to anywhere.
Second. I'm open to all religions as long as you don't shove it down my throat.
Third. If you're thinking of messaging me and then ghosting me then just save us both the headache and don't
Fourth (i know what you're thinking.. like this guy keeps on going please staahp..)
please send a picture of you. I understand some people are into privacy. But i believe physical attraction is very important. I'm attaching my pictures and freaking hoping no one who knows me in real life sees it lol.
Finally my pictures.
(My pictures are mostly selfies. Cause I live alone cries the rest are taken once in a while so they might be older when i used to be hot (joke) )
http://imgur.com/a/rjXioR3
http://imgur.com/a/9SLWQ0g
https://i.imgur.com/MhKbQQo.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/wqFfrzf.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/Xc5fx9L.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/uuq0bT5.jpg
Edit: I'm 26 not 25...
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2020.10.19 15:31 IndependentYoga Roadmap & Proof of View Update

Read full story: medium.com/verasity
As we stride ahead into Q4, let’s pause to take a look at what we have accomplished this Q3 and our plans for our progress moving forward.

Q3 2020 Achievements

Esports Fight Club product completions that are now in production included:
Custom Images on Esports Fight ClubThis is far more than we initially forecasted and puts us ahead of schedule on the full upgrade of the Esports Fight Club Tournament site. The plan now is to continue with these product upgrades as we develop a new site layout to be rolled out early next year. We will announce regular updates of this exciting news as we get closer to production.

Plans for Q4 2020

Esports Fight Club Platform Chat
we have already implemented the chat facility, so you can start chatting on the platform right away:
To access the chat facility, please sign into the platform. Global chat is for everyone, whereas tournament chats are private chats between players signed into a tournament (to make notifications easier and make sure start times are adhered to).
Proprietary Video Player
So far we have been utilizing the YouTube video player for the broadcasting of our tournaments. We will be switching instead to our own Verasity Video Player that will allow us to combine our proprietary ad stack integrated with our ad network partners. This means Verasity will monetize ads on Esports Fight Club as well as provide rewards in $VRA.
PRODUCT
PROJECT
Credit Card Payment System within Esports Fight Club
We have signed with a major credit card payment system which will be integrated into Esports Fight Club together with VeraWallet and PayPal. This will provide us with credit card access in over 160 countries for subscriptions and tournament jackpots. This will be announced once integrated.
Marketplace for Gamers
We will start adding a marketplace for gamers with a limited selection of products initially but growing into a significant marketplace over time.
More Games
More esports titles will be added as well. New tournament updates will be announced separately.
VRA Use Case in Esports Streaming, VOD, Esports Fight Club & Publishers
Another addition will be automated VOD recordings of our tournaments which should be available later in the year. VRA rewarded VOD will be available as well. You will be able to get to esports VODs either via Esports Fight Club or Verasity.tv’s Watch&Earn. In this instance Verasity and Esports Fight Club are the publishers earning ad revenue from VOD as well as live streaming. Esports Fight Club owns this content, so instead of only obtaining third party publisher content, Verasity now owns very valuable esports content from the last two tournaments, which it will exploit directly. As Esports Fight Club continues to put on tournaments, its content will increase and be available as VOD to monetize with ads & PoV.
Verasity’s proprietary video player provides VRA rewards and high engagement for our ad network to advertise on. This, with Proof of View, will be monetized by ad revenues (for more about PoV, read below). In-game advertising will also capitalize on this considerably.
VeraWallet is now a payment system inside of Esports Fight Club, which means users can subscribe to tournaments as well as pay for jackpot participations with VRA. Within VeraWallet, our 72k users (and growing) can purchase VRA via credit cards and PayPal.
At the same time, Verasity will continue to sign up third party publishers that want to utilize the advantages of utilizing the Verasity VeraWallet rewarded video system. Third party publishers can continue to integrate the Verasity SDK with YouTube, Twitch, Vimeo and others.
Marketing
Currently Verasity has four full time marketing personnel in-house and we have just hired a fifth, who we will announce soon. Check out verasity.io for more information about our personnel. We also use Tokensuite for external marketing and have 16 admins and 18 moderators across our 10 chat groups in 10 languages.
As the stats below suggest, it shows our marketing is having an impact. Our Social & Adoption metrics have increased 154% in less than a year.
To find out more you can watch hundreds of rewarded videos about Verasity on YouTube
Exchanges
Since the KuCoin hack and OKEx situation we have been asked daily about the exchange situation. This is an issue for the entire crypto industry and not just Verasity. Binance was also hacked previously, but came back stronger. We expect the same from KuCoin as they put in security measures to prevent future hacking. A hacked exchange that survives is actually more secure than a non-hacked exchange because they dealt with their vulnerabilities.
The community requested the following exchanges over the last six months: Bittrex, OKEx, KuCoin, Bitmax & Bitmart. We delivered on all of these exchanges but had to pause OKEx because their CEO & Founder is ‘cooperating’ with the local authorities and OKEx stopped withdrawals.
We are currently negotiating with a dozen exchanges but make no promises as to timing given that crypto exchanges are so vulnerable to hackers as well as regulatory risks (OKEx & BitMEX). Verasity cannot predict which exchanges will have issues as we don’t control exchanges.

Plans for Q1 2021

Upgrades to VeraWallet include notifications within the app as well as a mobile version for Android and iOS.
Esports Fight Club will expand its features to include player matching, so players can join others at similar levels.
As we did with #UWS, we will add a white-label solution for new tournament landing pages that will be automated. This will allow for multiple tournaments simultaneously.
Proof of View (PoV) & Q2’2021
When we initially announced Proof of View (PoV) we had no alternative but to create a Mainnet for PoV. Fortunately, the Ethereum Chain has evolved with solutions that now allow us to use a smart contract on the Ethereum Chain. Better still, this solution will work for transactions as well as the ad stack and PoV. The biggest problem with a Mainnet is adoption. Third-party ad network vendors are less likely to adopt an unknown Mainnet for a PoV solution vs. a tried and true smart contract solution. A smart contract solution is verifiable and auditable. This is a huge benefit for PoV and will allow Verasity to more quickly implement and scale the solution with our ad partners. We will notify the community about the solution as we get closer to the beta stage.
By adding the proprietary Ad Stack to our Verasity Video Player, we will monetize the video views with video ads. Traditional ad monetization for the 8.6m video views we achieved for the #UWS PUBG tournament could have produced revenues of approximately $43,000 based on $5 CPMs for a typical esports event depending on the geos (more for NA and EU, less for Asia & not including sponsorships). Once PoV is in production, the CPMs paid by brands can increase 5–10x ($50-$100 CPMs) because the views are real and quantifiable on the blockchain. So instead of $43k this tournament could have contributed revenues of $200k — $400k if we secured the same amount of viewers on the Verasity Video Player! This will be a major contributing factor to monetization and growth, although we know it will take time to see similar viewership figures on our own video player. On the question of ETH fees, we will stack information from multiple views in a single transaction greatly reducing operating costs.
About Verasity.tv
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Verasity is a leading company providing proprietary technology, uniquely rewarding gamers, viewers and publishers.
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2020.10.18 18:15 llaverna Weekly Round-Up: October 12th - October 18th

Weekly Round-Up: October 12th - October 18th
/bangtan Weekly Round-Up
Previous thread: October 5th - October 11th
This round-up is for everything that happened in the /bangtan realm within the past week, compiled for your convenience! If you have feedback, please leave a comment or send me a PM.
The latest weekly round-up is linked on the sidebar of the subreddit. The link to the archive of past round-up posts can always be found in the wiki index.

Special

Date Thread
201013 Jawsh 685 AMA

Megathreads

Date Thread
201013 Happy Jimin day! [Birthday Compilation thread] - 2020
201014 BTS @ the 2020 Billboard Music Awards (BBMAs)

News & Information

Date Thread
201012 Big Hit Entertainment says that a total of 993,000 viewers from 191 countries watched "Map of the Soul ON:E" on Oct. 10 & 11
201011 MAP OF THE SOUL ON:E Customer Experience Survey
201012 You can now connect your ARMY Bomb 'Ver.3' and 'MAP OF THE SOUL SPECIAL EDITION' to 'Persona' Comeback Trailer MV
201012 'Savage Love' (Laxed – Siren Beat) [BTS Remix] is #1 on Billboard Hot 100
201012 'Dynamite' is #2 on Billboard Hot 100 for its 7th week
201012 BTS is the first group to simultaneously rank at #1 and #2 on the Hot 100 in over a decade
201015 KPop Herald: Live reporting of BigHit IPO listing (thread)
201015 Bloomberg Asia: K-pop group BTS's agency, Big Hit, soars up to 160% more than its IPO price
201016 MAX- Blueberry Eyes (feat. Suga) will be promoted to US Pop radio starting next week (Oct. 19)
201017 Recording Academy member Natalie Nicole confirms in a tweet BTS submitted 7 nominations for Grammys 2021, 4 for Dynamite and 3 for Map of the Soul 7
201017 "The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon" has added English subs to all BTS performances
201017 'Dynamite' receives 19th music show win on this week's MBC Music Core!

Merchandise news

Date Thread
201012 “Map of the Soul ON:E” livestream purchasers-only special merchandise is now available to preorder on Weverse Shop Global
201012 “Map of the Soul ON:E” concert merchandise is now available for all customers to preorder on Weverse Shop
201012 BTS POP-UP : MAP OF THE SOUL Online Store GLOBAL Guest Information & Purchasing Guide
201014 BTS Pop-up: MAP OF THE SOUL Online Store Press Release
201014 beWATER with BTS will be available to order on October 15 from 12PM KST on Weverse Shop Global (Korea delivery only)
201015 Limited Edition CD With Dynamite and All Remixes On Sale Now
201015 BigHit Official Merch: [BTS POP-UP : MAP OF THE SOUL Showcase in Seoul] Pre-reservation Guide
201016 BigHit Official Merch: Do your thang with me now #BTS_POPUP #MAP_OF_THE_SOUL #BlackSwan
201017 BigHit Official Merch: 가져와 Bring the pain oh yeah #BTS_POPUP #MAP_OF_THE_SOUL #ON

Expired news

Date Thread
201011 US Army: Reminder about Target's "Buy 2, Get 1 Free" deal that starts today and ends Oct 17! You can consider pre-ordering BE and/or SKA:LA from here.
201015 Big Hit IPO ceremony will broadcast live for 15 minutes from Big Hit YouTube Channel at 8:50am KST

Official Media

Type Date Link Thread
Bomb 201016 [BANGTAN BOMB] 'Dynamite' Stage CAM (BTS focus) @ BBMAs 2020 Thread
Bomb 201018 [BANGTAN BOMB] Who's That Shadow? Thread
In the SOOP 201013 [Behind] In the SOOP BTS ver. EP.8 Back to Our Everyday Life: Behind-the-scenes Thread
Teaser 201013 [PREVIEW] BTS (방탄소년단) 'Skool Luv Affair Special Addition' Thread

New Releases

Date Link Thread
201018 Docksim's Soundcloud: Save Me (ghost band interpretation) Thread

Official SNS

Date SNS Link Thread
201012 Weverse j-hope Thread
201012 Twitter Namjoon Thread
201013 Twitter Jimin Thread
201013 Twitter BigHit Entertainment Thread
201013 Twitter BTS Official Thread
201016 Weverse Compilation
201017 Weverse Compilation
201017 Twitter Seokjin Thread
201017 Twitter Bangtan Thread

CF & Partnerships

Date Thread
201012 [Hyundai Motors X BTS] BTS' QUALITY TIME!
201014 BODYFRIEND X BTS 2nd Behind The Scenes Teasers

Articles

Date Publisher Article Thread
201013 ET Online Lea Salonga Talking About the Power of BTS Thread
201013 The New York Times BTS Honored Korean War Sacrifices. Some in China Detected an Insult. Thread
201013 Forbes BTS Used to Benefit From Western Pop Stars Featuring On Their Songs. Now the Tables Have Turned Thread
201014 The New York Times BTS’s Loyal Army of Fans Is the Secret Weapon Behind a $4 Billion I.P.O. Thread
201014 BBC The BTS fans investing in their favourite K-pop band Thread
201014 TIME BTS's Parent Company Is Going Public. Here's How the Music Industry Could Replicate Its Massive Success Thread
201016 LaineyGossip BTS: Top Charts, Top Stocks Thread
201017 Slate The Strange, Globetrotting Story Behind America’s New No. 1 Song. Thread

SNS Mentions

NOTE: Entries with 💜 have new content directly involving BTS
Date 💜 Link Thread
201012 Kildren - 'V'Lack Thread
201013 Lionsgate: BTS x Lionsgate Universe Thread
201013 Michael Jackson Thread
201012 Bee Gees tweeted about BTS! Thread
201013 Son Sung Deok Instagram Thread
201012 BBMAs Who'd You Rather with Kelly Clarkson (She'd rather have BTS and ARMY bail her our of jail than the Jonas Brothers) Thread
201013 Chung Sye-kyun(정세균), South Korea’s prime minister, posted a message congratulating BTS for their #1 and #2 on the Hot 100 chart Thread
201013 💜 BBMAs: Now boarding with nonstop service to the #BBMAs! @BTS_twt hits the stage TOMORROW at 8/7c on NBC. #BTSxBBMAs Thread
201014 💜 BBMAs: Time to light the #BBMAs stage up like DYNAMITE! 💥 Thread
201015 💜 Charlie Puth (ft. JungKook) Thread

Other media

NOTE: Entries with 💜 have new content directly involving BTS
Type 💜 Date Link Thread
Cover 201018 BTS's Dynamite was performed on MBC King of the Masked Singer Thread
Photos 💜 201012 Kpop Herald: More photos from @BTS_twt' Map of the Soul: ON:E Thread
Video 💜 201012 BTS' special video message for BBMAs Thread
Video 💜 201012 Billboard Music Awards: We asked BTS a few questions before their performance this Wednesday... Thread
Video 201012 STREET DEBATE: Korean Men Discuss Whether BTS Should Receive Military Service Exemption Thread
Video 201016 [ENG] The reason why MV director apologized to V of BTS? / Comment Defenders / AYO / Reaction Thread
Other 201017 BTS - Black Swan Concept (Motion Graphics by Undesigned Museum for BTS Pop-Up Map of the Soul) Thread

Milestones

Type Date Thread
Charts/Sales 201012 BTS's "Filter" has now sold over 200,000 units in the US
Charts/Sales 201012 BTS' "Dynamite" extends its reign as the longest running #1 single on the Digital Song Sales chart this year (7th week; 94K sold)
Charts/Sales 201012 BTS Dynamite Has Surpassed 1mil Pure Sales In The US
Charts/Sales 201012 Forbes: BTS Claim The Two Bestselling Songs In The U.S. With ‘Dynamite’ And ‘Savage Love’
Charts/Sales 201012 "Savage Love (Laxed - Siren Beat)" also hits No. 1 on this week's #Global200 chart for the first time
Charts/Sales 201012 "Dynamite" is #3 on the Billboard Global 200
Charts/Sales 201012 "Dynamite" is #2 and "Savage Love (Laxed - Siren Beat)" debuts at #3 on the Billboard Global 200 Excl. U.S.
Charts/Sales 201014 "Skool Luv Affair Special Addition (re-issue)" by BTS was the #1 most sold album on Hanteo today with 81,888 sales!
Charts/Sales 201015 "Dynamite" has now spent 7 weeks at #1 in South Korea Gaon Digital Chart, the first and only song by a group in history to achieve this
Charts/Sales 201016 ‘Skool Luv Affair (Special Edition)’ has re-entered US iTunes!
Followers 201017 BTS Have Surpassed 30 MILLION Followers on Twitter & remain the Most Followed Korean Act on the platform
Likes 201018 With 19.655 million likes, "Dynamite" Official MV of @BTS_twt has now surpassed "Gangnam Style" and become the most liked MV of an Asian artist on YouTube
Streams 201014 BTS Is The #1 Most Streamed Artist On Global Spotify Date On October 12th With 22.24mil Streams
Streams 201015 BTS's "Jamais Vu" Has Now Surpassed 100 MILLION Streams on Spotify (41st song to do so)
Streams 201016 Dynamite Audio has surpassed 40M streams on YouTube Music. First BTS audio to do so.
Streams 201018 BTS's "Dynamite" has now surpassed 300 MILLION streams on Spotify
Streams 201018 "Dynamite" by BTS is now the fastest song by a Korean act to surpass 300 MILLION streams on Spotify (58 days), surpassing Boy With Luv! (194 days)
Views 201016 “ON" has now surpassed 200 million views on YouTube
Other 201013 BTS is now the first and only artist in history to spend 200 weeks at #1 on the Billboard Social 50

TinyTAN

Date Link Thread
201012 TinyTAN: We can be small or big, and also fluffy! All you have to do is pick! ⏰October 14, 2020 3PM (KST) Thread
201014 TinyTAN merchandise for the month of October is now available to preorder on Weverse Shop Thread

BT21

Date Link Thread
201012 BT21 PLAYLIST - Song From Planet BT Thread

BT21 merchandise news

Date Thread
201014 BT21 Baby Digital Clock
201016 BT21 BABY Boucle Blanket & Cushion

Misc

Date Thread
201013 UPDATE: Data Visualization of BTS Twitter Engagement (December 2015 - September 2020)
201017 [Fan account] My First Ever BTS Experience!

Subreddit

Rolling /bangtan Awards 2020 nomination form

Community posts

Top Discussion Posts

  1. [+180] I miss when BTS used to do covers of other songs at year end performances
  2. [+136] Favorite Jimin moments?
  3. [+132] How long did it take for you to learn their names?
  4. [+131] Waste It On Me
  5. [+104] New to BTS - Asking for Army's Guidance towards my BTS Journey

Weekly threads

Fanart

Here are past week's top 5 fanart posts from our sister subreddit, /heungtan!
Submitter Thread
AUOGil82 This year’s birthday drawing for Jimin~!
ilumoone Suga monochrome sketch
CrankyPilots Here’s my drawing for Jimin’s birthday! 💜 It’s based off of Serendipity and Lie
dandydellion Dynamite Fanart, I'm in love with the MVs colorgrading so much, and of course, with them haha
ilumoone Jimin drawing - Happy Birthday 🐣✨
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2020.10.18 10:53 violetmoonriot 25[F4M] Asia/Anywhere Be the Mike the my Phoebe?

Be the Mike to my Phoebe? If you know the reference, you already got me. (Pardon my silly typo error.)
People said I'm a weird person. I don't know if they mean it in the good or bad ways. I'd say I'm pretty crazy about making life decisions. Sometimes I took insane risk becuase of my curiosity. So I'd say I'm just a weirdo looking for someone who can either accept my weirdness or be weird together. I also want to know you in a deeper level. The real you.
About me: I'm 25 years old, Asian. So if you are up for some long-distance friend. I'm here for you. We might develop it to a long night call if we really hit it off or maybe something more meaningful. I'm a hopeless romantic. Pretty emotional with things and have so much empathy to spare. I might shower you with compliment so be ready. I enjoy memes, dad jokes, puns and laugh in general. Sense of humor is what I admire and can't live without. If someone ever say you're funny then I'm already sucker for you. I reply fast when I'm online. If I don't there's a high chance I either fall asleep or in the gym.
What I enjoy: Cooking, surfing (the internet), music, films, tv series. I exercise regularly and try to look for new hobbies to start. Kinda have some passion for electric guitar lately. Any suggestion? I actually don't play any online/video games so I hope it's not a deal breaker.
You: Willing to be friend with someone and talk regularly, not ghost. Understand the timing different becuase I might be able to reply when I fall asleep. For you, reply me with more than one word would be nice. Be genuine, come as you are. Somewhat, I prefer using discord over kik becuase it can be in all my devices. Please send me a song that you think it's so meaningful to you and tell me the reason behind it. Music can tell a lot about people, don't you think?
I usually don't go through my reddit direct message. Please send your reply to my inbox so I wouldn't miss it.
Curious about me? Ask away. I'll be waiting for your message.
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2020.10.16 10:31 IndependentYoga Verasity Social and Adoption Metrics

Read full story: medium.com/verasity
The response to Verasity’s expansion into the gaming and esports markets has caused a dramatic surge in our social and adoption metrics, with a whopping 154% growth since last year!
Our recent Ultimate Warrior Showdown (UWS) tournament brought over 2.1 million viewers to the Esports Fight Club platform and 8.6 million video views across all our UWS broadcasters. Video views are highly important as we add the Verasity ad stack to streaming in order to monetize ads. The success of this tournament is a big step forward for our ads platform.
With VRA being the main payment option for tournaments in Esports Fight Club, the number of VeraWallet registrations has now increased to a massive 72,000 users, thanks in part to the success of the UWS tournament.
Never before has there been such a successful event with this scale of adoption in crypto. The tournament left a massive footprint on our social media platforms! The Verasity, Esports Fight Club and UWS social platforms currently boast a new combined total of 103,907 followers:
Over the past year, our global communities have continued to grow at a fast rate and our Telegram chat groups are now available in 11 languages.
Telegram Followers:
Adoption is a main focus with the registration of VRA wallets, which is the payment system inside of esportsfightclub.com. As registrations for VeraWallet increase, so will the purchase of VRA for subscriptions and jackpots.
About Verasity.tv
REWARDS BASED PLATFORM FOR ESPORTS, GAMING AND VIDEO ENTERTAINMENT
Verasity is a leading company providing proprietary technology, uniquely rewarding gamers, viewers and publishers.
Verasity revenue streams include:
Game subscriptions, jackpot revenue rake, betting revenue rake and video ad revenues. Read about the tokenomics, forecast, buy back and burn here.
📖 Read our latest adoption metrics and one page overview
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2020.10.15 13:26 finnagains ‘Waikiki’ shines at Los Angeles Asian Pacific Film Festival - By Ed Rampell - 14 Oct 2020

America is currently experiencing a historic surge of protests igniting a cultural awakening and racial reckoning. October 12, which has been called “Columbus Day” and is now referred to as Indigenous Peoples Day has come and gone. But in this month, shorts, documentaries, and features by and about the Indigenous peoples of the Pacific Islands are being given their day in the sun as part of the 36th annual Los Angeles Asian Pacific Film Festival. Since 1983 Visual Communications, a nonprofit organization, has presented LAAPFF, whose mission is “to develop and support the voices of Asian American and Pacific Islander filmmakers and media artists who empower communities and challenge perspectives.” This year. due to the pandemic. the Festival is online.
To be sure, the plethora of pictures presented at LAAPFF are by Asian and Asian-American filmmakers with roots in countries such as the People’s Republic of China, India, etc., with populations that vastly outnumber the peoples of Polynesia, Melanesia, and Micronesia. Nevertheless, LAAPFF provides a perch for works by and about Oceanic talents and topics in Los Angeles, a global capital of cinema. This is the first in a series of reviews of selections from Hawaii, the Marquesas, Samoa, Aotearoa/New Zealand, etc., at LAAPFF, which reels through October 31.
Waikiki, mon amour
Writedirector Christopher Kahunanana’s feature film debut Waikiki is a sensitively nuanced peek behind the paradise façade paraded before tourists to lure them to come visit Hawaii. It goes far beyond old South Seas cinema’s celluloid stereotypes. Danielle Zalopany depicts Kea, a “local girl” on the skids at Oahu. When the feature opens, Kea is performing with a troupe of hula dancers at a nightclub for tourists with a backdrop of world-famous Diamond Head. The beautiful young Polynesian is alluringly clad in a halter top, sarong, and what are probably plastic leis and flowery crown. They dance to the lovely sonorous song (probably recorded) “Waikiki” by Andy Cummings that extolls the idyllic vision of a bygone era before the center of Hawaii’s tourism was turned into a high-rise hell squeezing dollars out of visitors drawn to Oahu by a heavenly vision:
Waikīkī My whole life is empty without you I miss that magic about you Magic beside the sea Magic of Waikīkī.
Despite the fact that Kea has two other part-time jobs—as a Hawaiian language teacher for children (probably as part of the Aloha State’s laudatory program to teach the Indigenous mother tongue, which has largely vanished from daily discourse due to colonial subjugation) and as a bar girl in a downtown Honolulu (perhaps in Chinatown?) gritty bar—she is homeless, like so many other landless Hawaiians dispossessed in their ancestral homeland.
Despite her beauty, Kea is anything but the carefree, sensuous sarong girl stereotypically depicted by countless Dorothy Lamour types in South Seas Cinema productions shot by “Haole-wood” filmmakers. Kea is a real, three-dimensional human being suffering as one of the wretched of the Earth in an Island stolen from her ancestors who must cope with the vicious vicissitudes of a callous capitalist society.
Apparently mistreated by her partner, brawny Branden (Jason Quinn), Kea seems to have fled her abusive household, where she may have also lived with their child—although like other facets of Waikiki this is unclear, as is the exact nature of her relationship with Branden. Kea is living out of her van, and her efforts to find a new place to live are thwarted by bureaucratic stipulations and paperwork, despite the fact that she actually has the cash on hand for the first month and a deposit required to rent an apartment in incredibly overpriced, hyperinflated Hawaii.
While living on the streets and out of her van, Kea falls in with the woeful Wo (Peter Shinkoda, whose lengthy credits include Daredevil), a homeless man whom, shall we say, she meets by accident. Kea’s misadventures in the harsh high-rise habitat that is much of contemporary Honolulu include having her van towed and her inability to retrieve it, again, due to red tape, thus depriving her of what little shelter she had.
Homelessness is a major problem in Hawaii, where thousands of disenfranchised Hawaiians and locals literally live on the beaches in tents and other makeshift shelters. In scenes that akamai (in-the-know) viewers will find poignant, a traumatized Kea wanders past the statue of a woman and a stately 19th-century building in the American Florentine architectural style. If the viewer is familiar with them, this can evoke a sense of estrangement, of becoming a stranger in one’s own land.
However, ordinary moviegoers outside of Hawaii are unlikely to recognize that the bronze figure on the pedestal is Queen Liliuokalani, Hawaii’s last monarch who was overthrown in a coup d’état executed by descendants of American missionaries and merchants, backed by the U.S. military in 1893. The statue is near Iolani Palace, where Liliuokalani had reigned over an independent kingdom before she was toppled in the planters’ putsch depriving Polynesians of their sovereignty and then placed under house arrest in America’s only royal palace by the Washington-backed traitors. Kea also traipses past the 50th State’s volcano-shaped State Capitol building.
These are all poignant symbols for residents and those familiar with Hawaii and its history, but as they are never specifically identified onscreen may go over the heads of many off-island viewers. Thus Waikiki will probably lose much of its intended impact because film fans aren’t mind readers. Movies are often criticized for being too long (are you listening, Marty Scorsese?), but the 82-minute Waikiki is one of those rare productions where a skillfully added 10 minutes or so with the exposition necessary to explain the historical background and context for the general viewer would probably enhance the work. (Of course, that’s easy for a critic to write as he’s not paying any of the costs.) But malihinis (Island neophytes) can pick up some of the nationalist vibe by listening closely to the angry lyrics of the bitter song that plays over the end credits, Brother Noland’s “Look What They’ve Done,” which contrasts sharply with the trope-filled “Waikiki.”
Nevertheless, Kahunanana is clearly an Oceanic auteur brimming with promise. Waikiki plays with time like the French director Alain Resnais, who helmed New Wave classics such as 1959’s experimental Hiroshima Mon Amour. A series of shots flashback to Kea as a child, learning aspects of her Hawaiian heritage from her tutu (grandmother, played by Hawaiian actress Claire Parker Johnson), which serve to show grownup Kea’s alienation from her culture. Interestingly, these scenes are lensed in water, either a stream or the ocean. Kahunanana has a keen eye as there are some exquisite shots of Oahu which, beyond Waikiki, the most overcrowded, crime-ridden, traffic-choked, polluted part of Hawaii, still boasts plenty of splendid scenery. Cinematographer Ryan Myamoto’s camera colorfully captures it all.
Ms. Zalopany is likewise an Islander filled with talent, who bestows dignity and poignancy on her down-on-her-luck character, grappling with the oppression of struggling to survive in a homeland torn from the rightful owners, her ancestors. Ms. Zalopany’s TV and movie credits include Hawaii Five-O and 2016’s Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates, and she appears in the shorts Kālewa and Moloka’i Bound, which are also being screened at this year’s LAAPFF.
Just as I greatly look forward to future films by/with Kahunanana and Ms. Zalopany, it was a delight to see an old friend, the Hawaiian radio/stage/screen stalwart, beloved Kimo Kahoana in a cameo as Uncle Bully (who appears to abandon little Kea in flashbacks). Waikiki credits the Will & Jada Smith Family Foundation, Hawaiian language expert Maile Meyer, the Sundance Institute, Native Lab Fellows, and Maori Oscar winner, actodirectoscreenwriter Taika Waititi (Jojo Rabbit).
The Los Angeles Asian Pacific Film Festival does viewers a great cinematic service by providing a platform to film buffs of the off-the-beaten-path pictures by presenting worthy works like Waikiki. In showing the other side of the South Seas on film, with its Indigenous POV, Waikiki is a step forward in the film genre that began in Honolulu in 1898, when a Thomas Edison camera crew shot scenes of Waikiki and Oahu. Interested viewers can watch Waikiki here. For more information about the film, see here.
LAAPFF’s other Pacific Islander films this year include:
Patutiki: The Guardians of the Marquesan Tattoo; Hinekura; Faces of Oceania; Kama’āina (Child of the Land); Kālewa; Kapaemahu; Liliu; Mo’o!; Moloka’i Bound; Tā Moko—Behind the Tattooed Face; The Moon and the Night; and Toa’ipuapuagā Strength in Suffering.
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2020.10.14 21:03 mr_tyler_durden Notes and Highlights of Kentucky Governor Andy Beshear’s Live Update October 14, 2020

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2020.10.12 21:04 bluemoongirls Anyone else watch the Indian show made in heaven or Pakistani show churails ? They’re honestly some of the best tv I’ve ever seen, I’m shocked

I’m Bengali canadian but I’ve never been into south Asian media other than some childhood favourite Bollywood movies and the lunch box of course ,and honest most other adcdesis I meet aren’t either . Like me most are obvs mainly into western shows and you’ll find way more abcdesis addicted to kdrama than you’ll find any who’ve watched modern south Asian movies /tv shows (I love kdrama too ). My parents would force me to see big budget Bollywood movies in theatres sometimes and I’d fall asleep at how terrible or boring the movies were and I have to admit it made me stereotype the industry as a whole . But since the quarantine I’ve decided to check out modern south Asian movies and television and honestly shocked at how amazing a lot of the content is .
trailer for made in heaven
I watched made in heaven on amazon prime cause I saw some online comments about it and it honestly blew me away . I stayed up until 4 am to watch it and friends I’ve recommended to have done the same . It tackled so many plot points especially women issues in the Indian community so well and I was shocked that it not only one of the two main characters was gay but it handled the topic of being a modern gay man in Mumbai so well . I understand the amazon didn’t promote this show internationally cause India has over a billion ppl but I’m low key salty cause I genuinely think this show has the mainstream appeal to become a world wide hit if amazon promoted it and alot of the dialogue is in English anyways .
churails trailer
I was hooked on churails ever since watching this trailer and since watching it I think it’s an absolute masterpiece (the shows not available outside of India /Pakistan so I had to find “other ways “ to watch it , hopefully netflix eventually buys it ). This is a show as a brown girl I have dreamed about since I was a child ,a progressive af high budget female led show with brown women who are individually fleshed out characters /own their sexuality and are badass . The plot beginning to end is absolutely insane in a good way and the cinematography style reminds me of Quentin Tarantino mixed with stanley kubrick all the while still maintaining its own identity ,I literally could not keep my eyes off the screen .No spoilers but there’s one plotline that involved a company that’s supposed to be the shows version of fair and lovely and it was insane and amazing lol .I never thought I’d ever see a show like this being made let alone in Pakistan (it even almost got banned in Pakistan recently ) . I recommend this show to everyone but I genuinely think it’s a much watch for desi girls it’s my all time favourite portrayal of desi women on screen and the show just made feel so badass like I had crazy adrenaline rush when I finished it . The shows written and directed by British Pakistani Asim Abbasi He also made cake which is a movie on Netflix (it’s very different from churails but good in its own way ) hes so talented and I’m so excited and looking forward to his future projects . Also the theme song is amazing !!!
I’m from Toronto with chill /liberal parents so I’ve never really had an identity crisis that American desis go through ,the only issue I had growing up was only seeing white women in media being portrayed as beautiful .I love all the abcdesi related shows coming out of America and I’m trying to be an actress so more diversity the better lol but at the same time couldn’t relate to the identity crisis that the characters go through and the only plot lines being “Omg balancing being desi and American “ “my parents are strict “ “I have to get good grades “ gets repetitive .Getting into south Asian media is so refreshing cause I get to see other brown ppl being portrayed in a million diff ways with a million diff type of plots but Of course with western media getting more diverse we will see more variety in desi character plots hopefully in the future :)
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2020.10.11 18:58 Certain_Emergency122 Thornfield Hall

It's been over ten years but I still dream about the day we went to Thornfield Hall. In my dreams, my brother and I hold hands as we walk out of the front door together. He smiles at me and I'm filled with a sense of peace that's been missing since I was fifteen. I know that everything will be alright, no matter what happens. He's glad that I'm alive and well, and he opens his mouth to tell me that he loves me and I need to be careful, to watch out for myself. And then I wake up.
That day had been one of the hottest days on record in Notting. As if that wasn't bad enough, summers in Massachusetts turned the air into thick soup. The second I went outside, the second I even moved a couple of inches away from the box fan directly across from me, I began to sweat in copious amounts that stained the back of my shirt into a river. Summers here made me think longingly of the time I'd spent in Los Angeles, a city that was hot but not humid. My parents had made the decision to move here from LA when I was only ten years old or so, wanting us to be closer to my dad's side of the family.
So of course, on one of the hottest days we'd ever experienced, when everyone else was inside unmoving and simply waiting for the heat to end, my brother Jason came up with the brilliant idea to explore Thornfield Hall.
I was appropriately aghast. "Are you kidding me?" I pulled at my sticky shirt and waved a hand through the air to fan myself, but all that did was move the warm air around. There was no escape from this heat. "It's probably a hundred degrees outside! I'm not going anywhere, much less outside!"
My brother sat down next to me, pushing at his mop of dark hair as he did so. He was sweating too, but didn't care in his excitement. In another year, he would leave to study engineering at college. Although he wasn't sure yet where he wanted to go, he'd thrown out UC Berkeley a few times, maybe even Stanford. It was hard to imagine him all the way back in California, in a different time zone, so I tried not to think about it too much. We'd had our fair share of fights as kids, usually scrapping over who needed the family computer more, or whose turn it was to do clean-up chores like dishwashing or laundry. Yeah, Jason could be annoying as fuck sometimes. But he was my big brother.
We were complete opposites in many ways: he was a risk-taker, disarmingly charming, football team quarterback slash secret nerd, one of the popular kids at school. He came up with Big Ideas and had the discipline to follow them through. Looking at him, you knew that he was going to change the world someday. Me though? I was a loner, the weirdo that all the kids stayed away from, as if they suspected I had a disease they could catch if they stood too close. On some instinctive level, without anyone ever actually telling me this, I knew that I could never measure up to Jason...so I never bothered to try. I preferred lazing at home over adventures anyways.
Unfortunately, I couldn't ignore the fact that I was also a magnet for bullies. I was one of the few Asian kids at our school (Jason, Aiko, Vivian, and myself made four) and I had zero friends because I was too socially awkward to make any. When freshman year had first started, a couple of seniors had chosen me as their target and I'd spent most of the semester dealing with stupid, petty shit, like getting pushed into lockers or tripped in the allways. I didn't really care. Jason had been furious though. I don't know what he said or did to them, but they'd stopped.
So yeah, Jason looked out for me...but that didn't mean all his ideas were great ideas. Case in point: one time he decided that we just had to build a treehouse in our backyard. Our dad refused to do so, citing lack of time, so Jason told me it was down to us, despite knowing about my complete and utter lack of athletic ability. I didn't (and still don't) have any hand-to-eye coordination to speak of either. As you can probably guess, I climbed up maybe ten feet and then the inevitable happened: I fell, breaking my right arm. Thankfully, it'd been a greenstick fracture and it'd healed up without any major problems. Jason had insisted the treehouse idea was great even as I'd been howling in pain; it had taken another couple of weeks for him to finally, sheepishly, apologize.
Going into Thornfield Hall was a more terrible idea than building a treehouse though. "We could get arrested for trespassing."
"No one lives there," Jason protested. "No one would know."
It was true: Thornfield Hall had been abandoned for something like thirty, forty years. To call it a house was something of a misnomer. It was a huge Victorian mansion with over a hundred rooms, which (according to town gossip) included forty bedrooms, thirteen bathrooms, two ballrooms, six kitchens, and two basements. There were also countless windows, towers, and turrets. Finally, the whole place was surrounded by a dead rose garden and a tall chain link fence crowned with barbed wire.
Apparently none of Jonathan Arthur's relatives wanted the place, which no one could blame them for given the house's sordid history. But they didn't want the house to be torn down either, which mystified everyone. No one ever visited the place. In fact, no one had been there, not since the two weeks or so after Jonathan's death, which had given anybody and everybody in town the opportunity to stroll in and look around. If Jonathan's relatives had pulled down the place, the huge plot of land it was on--40 acres--would have given them a fortune. Jonathan hadn't actually left them that much money. But the house remained, and instead of a fleet of shiny new condominiums, there was just an empty, abandoned mansion squatting on the hill that overlooked our town.
Of course everyone said Thornfield Hall was haunted. Jonathan Arthur had been insufferable when he was alive and no one expected anything different in death. When he and his family had first moved in, his neighbors had formed a welcoming committee. They went up to the front door with smiles and baskets of baked goods in hand. Jonathan promptly had his dogs chase them off. He'd raised the two German Shepherds himself, and they'd rewarded his efforts by becoming huge, hulking beasts who terrified everyone but him. Although he'd never said it outright, it was clear that Jonathan thought himself superior to everyone else by virtue of having an obscene amount of wealth.
Said superiority lasted until he found his wife in bed with one of the neighbors, Roger McClendon. Jonathan waited until the dead of night. Then he got out his Remington hunting rifle from the safe. Luckily for McClendon, he'd left town when Jonathan had discovered his wife's infidelity. He got away with his life but Lily wasn't so lucky. The story goes, Jonathan woke her up and beat the shit out of her before finishing her off with the rifle. She was begging for him to do it at the end. But the night didn't end there; he took his two daughters down to the so-called Red Room and used his rifle to paint the room an additional shade of red. Then he blew his own head off. Lydia and Lucia were only five and eight years old respectively, too young to understand what was happening and why. Hopefully they went quick, because Jonathan had spared his dogs, who'd then had a veritable feast.
Since then, people have said that if you ever go up to Thornfield Hall at night, you can hear the sound of gunshots. And you might hear screaming too. Obviously, it's complete bullshit. At some point or another, every kid in town has probably stood outside Thornfield Hall at the dead of night. It's basically a tradition here. When you turn thirteen, someone dares you to go and you do. No one has ever heard or seen any evidence of haunting, but it's a fun story that gets a fresh round of circulation every time Halloween approaches. People tell it with a certain relish, enjoying how Jonathan got his comeuppance for being arrogant and standoffish.
"Come on, Toph," Jason wheedled. "Summer break is almost over. Don't you want to have done something you can brag about?"
"I have no one to brag to about anything!" Unlike Jason, who had a minimum of five girls trailing after him all the time, batting their eyelashes. I paused, and then added grudgingly, "When would you want to go anyways? It's the middle of the day right now, for crying aloud."
Jason sensed my resolve weakening and pounced. "Well, no one's outside right now; it's too hot out. Prob'ly no one would see us go up there. And...you know Mom and Dad won't be back for another few days." He mimed throwing up.
I nodded. My parents celebrate every wedding anniversary with a gusto I've been told is unusual for a couple who's been together for more than forty years. For as long as I can remember, every July 24th, they trek up and spend a week at my dad's inherited cabin in New Hampshire. It'd be sweet if it wasn't so gross. I'd never admit it to Jason but I do kind of hope one day, I can find someone--guy or girl--who'll look at me the way my parents look at each other.
Another problem presented itself. "How are we going to get past the fence? And aren't the doors locked?"
"Don't worry about it," said Jason. You'd think being his brother would make me realize that Jason wasn't as infallible as he pretended to be, but no. Even though I'd seen him do some truly embarrassing things, like throwing up in bed because he'd had the brilliant idea to chug half a bottle of vodka to impress his friends (they didn't stick around afterwards to help clean up the vomit), I wasn't immune to his charm either.
"Alright," I said. I paused, wanting to get something out of him for conceding. "But you owe me. I get to borrow your Nintendo Switch for a week."
Jason grinned at me. "Sure, Toph. Anything you want."
"The next two weeks."
Jason beamed, still nodding.
I wish more than anything now that I had said no. I wish that I had convinced him it was a stupid idea. Maybe he would've listened to me. Or maybe he would've pressed on regardless, convinced that he was right and I was wrong. I still don't know why he wanted to go there in the first place. Had it been a dare from one of his friends at school? Had he made a promise to one of his rotating girlfriends? It didn't matter though. When Jason gets an idea, he turns stubborn. He has what my dad calls a "whim of iron." You can argue with him until your face turns blue, and he'll just look at you with this maddening smile on his face, as if you're the one being unreasonable and stubborn.
So I didn't try to argue. The sooner we got this over with, the sooner I could get back to what I was best at, which was lying around doing nothing.
That's how I found myself ducking through a gap in the fence that surrounded Thornfield Hall. It was just big enough for Jason to squeeze through and was hidden by thick veils of green ivy; I had no idea how Jason had even discovered it. Once you brushed the ivy back into the place, the gap was invisible again. He must have been planning this little adventure for a while now. But why? Colleges generally don't look too favorably on applicants who've added breaking and entering charges to their record. But I forgot to ask him when we made it to the front door.
Up close, Thornfield Hall was more intimidating than ever. I knew it wasn't haunted, not really. A house is just a house. It doesn't have a consciousness. And it certainly isn't lonely or angry or...unloved. I shook my head, unsure why those words had come to mind. It had to be my imagination playing tricks on me ("Toph has such a vivid imagination," I remember my mom gushing to a neighbor when I was six years old and playing with blocks of wood I was convinced were alive). I looked up to see two broken shutters above the front door staring down at me. But they weren't eyes. There wasn't actually anything watching me.
"Ready?" said Jason, slightly in front of me. He was examining the front door.
I jumped and tried to cover it up as a stretch. I couldn't believe how spooked I was just standing in front of the house. Get a fucking grip, I told myself. No need to provide Jason with additional ammunition to tease me with. "Yeah, of course."
I had expected that we'd have to break in, but Jason reached out and lightly pushed the door open without any resistance. It was unlocked. I gaped at it but Jason was already disappearing inside, and I had to jog to catch up with him.
As I crossed the threshold into the house, I felt an instant's starry black terror, the way a mouse must feel when it realizes that it's surrounded by sharp cat claws. But then that terror was drowned out by awe as I looked around myself. The front door opened into a vast room laid with interlocking marble tiles of gold and green under all the dust. Two huge staircases with intricately carved wooden bannisters curved towards a magnificent landing. Various portraits and landscape paintings hung on the walls before the landing. Overhead, chandeliers dripped crystals that had been smothered by cobwebs and dust. And that was just the foyer.
Thornfield Hall had been grand once. And if all the number of bedrooms and bathrooms and whatever I listed above hasn't given you an idea of just how large that house is, I don't know how to describe it in a way that'll make you understand. I guess all I can say is, it felt less like I was standing in the foyer of a house inhabited by normal people and more like I'd been plucked up and then set carefully down in a house populated solely by giants. The ceilings stretched up and up, and unbidden, I thought of that stupid kid's tale, Jack and the Beanstalk.
I said, "“Fee, fie, fo, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman!"
"What?" Jason turned around and gave me a Sometimes you're weird as fuck and I see why you don't have any friends look.
"Nothing. Forget it."
We ventured onwards in silence, both of us oppressed by the atmosphere around us. It was so quiet; you couldn't hear anything at all really, except for the sound of our breathing. And the smell: there was a smell of dust, yes, but beneath it, a sweet but unpleasant scent that I couldn't place. It made me think of the time I'd idly turned over a log only to see a squirming mass of worms and beetles underneath. There'd been a whole secret world down there, in the dark. In the rot. I sneezed three times in quick succession and each loud sneeze felt like a desecration.
We turned into the room on the right. It looked like a dining room, and much to my surprise, it was only big instead of giant-sized. Jason and I took opposite directions circling around. There was a red brick fireplace against the far wall, and two tables surrounded by a handful of velvet dining chairs. Yet another crystal chandelier hovered above us. I bumped into something and turned around instantly, my heart in my throat. But there wasn't anything there. Toph has such a vivid imagination...
"Dude, check it out," said my brother. I looked over to him and saw that he was examining what looked like...
"Is that a pipe organ?"
Jason made a jerking off gesture and I rolled my eyes. "So mature. If only Nell and Sam and Susie could see you now..."
"Who're they?"
"I don't know, members of your little fanclub?"
Jason rolled his eyes and then waved me forward. "Come on, let's check out the next room."
"Alright, but then we leave." I don't know if he heard me, because he'd already disappeared into the next room. I had a sudden mental image, very strong, of the walls of the room expanding as the doorway before me shrunk, and then all the doors slamming shut across the house at once, trapping me in the dining room. Why? Because the house wanted to keep the two of us apart. My, what big teeth you have, Grandma...the better to eat you with, my dear! I shook my head, hard. Unless you counted the wood of the house shrinking and expanding, or its foundation shifting, houses didn't move...couldn't move. Still, I found myself hurrying after Jason, anxiously shouting, "Wait up!"
I stepped into the next room and gasped. I couldn't help it. It was a ballroom. There was another pipe organ beside the wall, even larger than the one we'd just seen. Stained glass windows depicting roses threw their colors over us and the black and white checkered floor. Red velvet chairs had been pushed against the walls, available for people to watch the dancers. There were more chandeliers swaying gently above us. I could picture it perfectly: the dancers who would gracefully twirl around us to the music, taking brief breaks to rest on the chairs. The music echoing around the cavernous room...then applause...it was hypnotizing...
Jason ran around the ballroom, laughing. His footfalls made disquieting echos. "This is fucking awesome! It's huge!"
I agreed, even managed a smile. But the sense of unease was growing stronger, especially when Jason stopped running but the echoes continued. Were they actually continuing though, or was that my imagination again? I was ready to leave. I wanted to be back at our unimpressive but cozy home, watching old DVDs on our TV. Most of all, I wanted hard fluorescent lights above me, lights that banished shadows from the room.
And speaking of shadows...had that one moved?
"Jase, we need to go."
He was reluctant. "We've barely seen any of the rooms."
"We can always come back," I said, even though I knew that I wouldn't. "And the sun's gonna set. We didn't bring flashlights. Do you want to be stuck here in the dark?" My voice rose in hysteria and I knew I was close to tears. I willed Jason to understand how urgently we needed to leave. Something here was wrong, and it wasn't my imagination. Maybe houses couldn't be alive, but they could have ghosts, right? There are haunted houses all over America.
Jason frowned, ready to argue that the sun wouldn't set for another few hours. And then, after a few minutes, maybe realizing just how uneasy I was, he sighed in defeat. "Alright, alright. We can leave. I'm going to come back sometime without you though."
We made our way to the door that should've led back to the dining room. I knew Jason would have another brilliant comment about the pipe organ and was already mentally rolling my eyes. But the room we stepped into wasn't the dining room at all. It was a bathroom. A white claw-foot tub took up most of the space; there was just enough room for me to squeeze past the sink and then come to a halt.
"Oh shit," said Jason behind me. "We must have gotten turned around. The exit's on the other side." He sounded falsely jovial.
I didn't say anything back. I was too scared. The fear had come leaping into me, cold and paralyzing, and now I could barely breathe. It'd been there all along, just waiting for the chance to emerge. Something is very wrong here.
We walked silently back through the ballroom out the other doorway, and I wasn't surprised to see that we hadn't made it back to the dining room at all. Instead, we were in a beautifully decorated bedroom filled with windows that were thin slits. A red-curtained canopy bed had been pushed up against one wall, closest to the biggest window. There were rugs strewn about the room, previously sumptuous and now moth-eaten and disintegrating under our feet. I walked over to a window and looked outside. Although we'd been in Thornfield Hall for only ten, fifteen minutes, the sun had somehow already tracked its way across the sky. Sunset was in two or three hours.
We were also about three floors up. I looked down and could make out a huge conservatory below us, probably full of dead plants. Once upon a time, roses had bloomed all around Thornfield Hall. I shivered. Jason made some kind of muffled noise behind me and I turned around. He'd run both hands through his hair so that it stuck up wildly. As I looked at him, Jason's mouth trembled into an uncertain smile. "This isn't possible. We didn't take any stairs. How are we..." he trailed off.
"It doesn't matter," I said, and now it was my turn to keep my voice bright and steady, as if this were a normal problem to have, not something that turned your mind inside out to think on it. "We just need to get out."
Jason nodded without looking at me and we left the bedroom.
I don't know how long we spent walking through all the different rooms. There were bedrooms and bathrooms and dining rooms and kitchens and even another ballroom. They all began to look the same after a while. We couldn't always see it and neither of us wore watches, but I knew that somewhere above us, the sun was sinking lower and lower in the sky. We'd started out walking and gradually we started running, though I didn't realize it until I slowed down at one point to catch my breath. Neither of us wanted to be here after dark. But there were so many rooms. I lost count of how many we passed through while searching for the front door.
Thornfield Hall didn't want us to leave.
Our journey began to take on the quality of a nightmare. It became clear that Jonathan Arthur hadn't just snapped the night he'd murdered his family and then killed himself; he'd been crazy all along to live in a place like this. There were doors that didn't open to rooms at all, only an endless drop. Jason grabbed the back of my shirt before I walked all the way through and it tore in half, but I caught my balance in time and we backed away. Other doors led to blank walls or in one case, a shattered mirror that showed us our scared reflections in each shard. One of the rooms narrowed and narrowed, so that at first we could get by on our hands and knees but then had to wriggle through the small doorway on our stomachs. Jason nearly got stuck and I had to pull him through, which took several tries. We hadn't wanted to go through this room in the first place, but increasingly there was the sense of some dark presence behind us. Something hunting us. We didn't speak about it, but I saw the same fear in Jason's eyes as mine, and we went as fast as we could.
The house was no longer silent. It creaked and groaned and I could hear distant slams, like doors closing on themselves. The perverse idea from earlier returned to me: the house was changing its walls, expanding them to lift the ceiling higher and higher above us, and slamming the doors shut behind us so that we couldn't retreat. After we passed the door that had forced us to crawl on our hands and knees, I took Jason's hand and he let me. His hand was cold and sweated in mine, but it was a relief to know I wasn't alone here. Eventually I started to think, of course Thornfield Hall wouldn't actually let us go. It would make us wander around and around in circles, until whatever was following us caught up and ended the game.
And then, as we passed through yet another bedroom, I caught a glimpse of stairs at the corner of my eye. I yanked Jason's hand. "Jase! Run!"
We ran towards the landing we'd initially seen when we'd entered the house; I needed all my breath for running, but if I'd had enough breath to speak, I would've said what was ringing in my head, over and over: Please let us go please let us go please please please let us go...
Miraculously, the landing didn't transform into another room. We reached it and peered down. There was the front door right below us. That was when we let go of each other's hands. Jason took the left staircase and I took the right. We ran down the stairs like the hounds of hell were nipping at our heels. And there was something behind us from hell. But not a hound.
"FEE, FIE, FO, FUM, I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN ENGLISHMAN!"
The voice was toneless but thunderous and it rang throughout the house, overwhelming every other sound. I raised my hands to my ears, too late, and cried out in pain. It was so loud. And then I felt something brushing against the nape of my neck. Cobwebs, I thought, but I knew better. I didn't want to turn around but my body moved without input, ignoring my brain, which was screaming to run and to never look back.
A dead thing stood in front of me. It had been a woman; I could tell because it wore the remains of a white dress. A wedding dress. Skin had rotted off its face in scraps and where its hands grasped the bannister, I could see that they were yellowed bone, not flesh. Its hair had been what I'd felt on the back of my neck: long black hair that drifted to and fro' in a nonexist wind. And its eyes were gone but in their place danced silver quarters that burned like fire. It grinned a terrible bony grin at me and intoned, again in that toneless voice, "BE HE ALIVE, OR BE HE DEAD, I'LL GRIND HIS BONES TO MAKE MY BREAD!"
And then it reached out to me.
I reacted mindlessly, only wanting to get away from it. I took a step back...and I found only air below me. I tumbled down the stairs--not far, but far enough that I broke my right arm again. But back then, I didn't realize that my arm was broken. Adrenaline rushed through me, blotting out the pain. I looked around myself without getting up, wanting--no, needing--to know where that thing was. Jason ran over to me and helped me up.
"Where is she?" I gibbered. "Did you see--"
"We gotta go!" And he pushed me towards the front door. It loomed larger and larger before us and I really started to think we'd make it. I told myself that once we were outside, we'd never come back. Maybe one day, we'd even be able to laugh about what had happened here.
I should've known better.
"TOPH! Help me!"
Jason had been right beside me; I was sure of it. But when I reached the door, I was alone. I whirled around.
It had its arms around Jason in a parody of a lover's embrace. He was back at the foot of the stairs. Although he was struggling, he wasn't getting anywhere; the thing's strength was monstrous. Jason looked at me, his dark eyes wide and imploring. I had one hand on the doorknob and it was taking everything in me not to just throw open the door and run. It was agony to feel freedom so close. But that was my brother calling for me, agony written on his face. My big brother, who had taught me how to ride a bike and who'd sneaked me my first bottle of beer.
That moment, when I looked in Jason's eyes, seemed to last a lifetime.
I wavered and took a step away from the door.
And then it looked at me too, and its eyes burned with merriment. Within those silver quarters was an infinity of malice and hunger. "Toph, help me," it crooned, harsh and grating. Its voice was nothing human; it was like hearing the snap of wet, rotten planks breaking apart, or the scrape of tree branches against a window. It made me want to scream again. It clutched Jason even closer and then struck: it sank needle-sharp teeth into the side of his head. And then it ripped off his ear. Blood gushed down my brother's left shoulder in a seemingly endless flow, darkening his t-shirt and dripping down his arm. He screamed.
That scream undid me. It knocked away any sense I had and plunged me into the depths of horror. That scream told me I couldn't help Jason, that he was done for. My need for self-preservation blotted out any heroic thoughts I'd had about staying and helping him; I could think of nothing else but getting away as quickly as possible. I was filled with the simple imperative to run away.
And I left him. God help me, but I left my brother to the thing that lives in that house. The door opened with no resistance whatsoever, and I fell, scraping my palms and knees. I scrambled back up without any pause and kept running, noting that the sun was on the cusp of setting and glowed a gorgeous gold-orange, hearing my brother's scream echoing in my ears long after I'd run down the hill, through the town, and back to our home.
That day was over ten years ago.
After I got back home, I called the police right away and told them they had to go to Thornfield Hall because Jason was dying, maybe dead. They didn't believe me. I don't blame them anymore; leading up to Halloween they get all kinds of prank calls. Who would ever believe that a house could come to life and kill someone? I could hardly believe it myself. After a fruitless fifteen minutes, which ended with me screaming at the officer and him hanging up on me, I called my parents, who didn't believe me either. They did, however, believe that something bad had happened to Jason. That was enough for them to drive back the same night.
Later that night, the police did investigate Thornfield Hall, if only to shut me up. But Jason wasn't there anymore. They came back out after a few hours, shaking their heads. Was I sure that Jason hadn't just run away? I wouldn't get into any trouble, I just had to tell them the truth. Honestly, I'd half-expected the police officers to disappear the way Jason had, but then the terrible realization dawned on me: the thing in the house had fed. It was full. It didn't need to keep any more people. Not yet.
The rumors started and this time Jason wasn't there to protect me. People said I'd murdered my brother. It wasn't just the kids at my high school either; neighbors grew cool towards my parents and me, doing an abrupt 180 from their solicitous offerings of food. I watched helplessly as my parents were shut out of their former social circles. Everyone was convinced that I was a murderer. Some of the people in Notting had always hated my parents for being different, and now they had every opportunity to voice what they'd been thinking for a long time.
I watched as my parents' marriage broke down. Gone were the times when my dad would surprise my mom with breakfast in bed. Gone were the times when my dad would buy bouquets of my mom's favorite flowers (sunflowers) to fill the house "just because." Gone were the times when they'd sit in the kitchen long before either Jason or I had woken up, sipping their coffees and talking to each other in low, intimate tones about anything and everything. Gone were the surprise weekend road trips. Gone were the times when my parents kissed each other a hello and a goodbye.
They didn't touch each other at all anymore. You should have's and I told you so's, and worst of all, This is your fault's filled our home. One day, about three months or so after Thornfield Hall had taken Jason, my mom came into my room and told me that we were moving back to LA. Dad wouldn't be coming with us.
I'm twenty-six years old now. In a way, I've never stopped hearing Jason's scream in my ears. The only relief from it is when I'm asleep. That day at Thornfield Hall changed my life irrevocably. Although my parents have never said so to me, I know they blame me for Jason's death. It's okay, because I deserve their blame. I am a murderer. I should've been braver, more deserving of Jason as my brother. I should never have left Jason there by himself. It would have been better to die there and then, than to live for years unable to meet my parents' eyes, wondering how long the thing in the house took to kill him. Sometimes I wonder too if it would've been better if I'd been the one to die, if maybe my parents wouldn't have been so distraught if Jason was still around to comfort them.
Over the past ten years, I've researched Thornfield Hall, trying to figure out what that dead thing was, or who it had been. Information on Thornfield Hall is surprisingly scant; there are only two articles on what had happened to the people who lived there. Said articles had been preserved in microfilm and the town librarian had had to email me summaries of both because they weren't actually digitized. Apparently, Thornfield Hall had first been built in the early 1900s and its original owner, Abraham Smith, had moved into it alone. He was a self-professed lifelong bachelor and people had liked him because he had thrown huge parties and invited the whole town to marvel at Thornfield Hall's architectural curiosities. Those parties ended when Abraham went missing about a year after he'd moved in. No one knew why. The article speculated that Abraham had had some unsavory connections and had fled to avoid paying any debts.
The second article had been published a decade and some change later. A distant cousin of Abraham had briefly moved into Thornfield Hall, along with six daughters, who ranged in age from three to nineteen. According to the article, over the course of a few months, every single daughter went missing but one. That one staggered out of the house and down Notting's streets telling everyone that her father was insane and had killed all of her sisters. The good people of the town promptly ran him out.
After that, I couldn't find out much more about Thornfield Hall or its various owners. I already knew about Jonathan Arthur's story, but not even an obituary had been published online; there was no mention of the atrocity that had happened. I tried reaching out to some of Jonathan Arthur's relatives. None of them would speak to me. They wanted to forget what had happened. I envied them, that they could forget. Aside from obsessively reading about Thornfield Hall, there was nothing else in my life that held interest for me. I had dropped out of college and was barely making ends meet.
I think about the moment when I looked into Jason's eyes every day.
But why am I telling you all of this now? Because yesterday, my phone pinged with a Google alert: there was a newly published article in Notting Herald that proclaimed, THORNFIELD HALL TO BE DEMOLISHED IN A FEW WEEKS. Everything became perfectly clear to me. I knew exactly what I needed to do. I left my overpriced apartment in LA and took the first flight I could find back to Massachusetts. Then I rented a car and drove up here, to this shitty cockroach-infested motel that's also only a two hour drive to Thornfield Hall.
Before Thornfield Hall is torn down, I'm going to go back there. I am going to confront whatever it is that lives in that house. This post is set to go up tomorrow if I don't make it back.
I don't think I will.
But I don't care anymore. Part of me can't help but hope, irrationally, stupidly, that Jason is still alive somehow. That when I go back there, through the gap in the chain link fence, past the dead rose garden, back to the front door that is unlocked and waiting for me, I'll open it and Jason will be standing there before me, whole and unharmed, smiling that smile he always got when he'd thought of a really good idea. A Big Idea.
For now, I'm going to finish up this post and afterwards, I'll have a drink or two or four. I'll make a toast to my brother, Jason Liu. My brother, who wasn't perfect, who'd once given me a bloody nose when we'd been roughhousing, who'd made me cry when he told me that Santa Claus wasn't real and magic didn't exist, who'd yelled at me for embarrassing him in front of his friends. My brother, who'd stood up to my bullies for me, who'd cooked the best pancakes in the world for me whenever I was upset, who'd made me laugh by warbling Britney Spears songs off-key at unexpected times, who'd told me I could do more and I was better than I thought, who'd once told me he'd stay up all night to protect me after I had nightmares and couldn't go back to sleep, who'd said that all monsters are scared of big brothers because that's a big brother's job, they protect their family from monsters. My brother, Jason.
I love you, Jason. I'll see you soon.
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2020.10.11 01:11 Persona-Prince88 "Bare Minimum" is becoming my trigger word & Self-Awareness, we don't know her."

So imagine that you're having a wonderful Saturday morning, you make breakfast and enjoy your time and then immediately go do your homework straight after. I spent my entire morning working on my online classes and then my n-mom decides to order us food from Cheddar's.
So she's all calm and watching her favorite tv show, keep in mind, she's been binge watching mystery and detective shows ever since we purchased a Hulu subscription and everything is all chill.
So imagine my shock when all of a sudden she starts lashing out at me and my sister over the dumbest thing ever. It's that time of the month for my sister and my mom decides to get mad at her for using the "period" excuse, because apparently, it's alright for her to use that excuse, but when her child uses it, fuck her, she's being a brat and making lame excuses.
I figured she was hungry so we ordered the food and she was super crabby, like wanting to tear out your throat crabby. My n-mom had surprisingly been quiet and calm for the past few weeks or so, hence my inactivity and I was more than happy to leave her be until today.
We drive to Cheddar's and then all of a sudden she starts bitching and moaning about how I need to get my life together, get my stuff in order and then immediately starts whining about how I'm leaving a bad impression on my younger sister and how she's following in my footsteps, even though I'm just living my life and minding my own goddamn business.
But because n-mom gets a little sass, suddenly she wants to blame everyone else but herself for her daughter's behavior. Gee it's almost as if I'm a calmer and more mature person than the 48 year old woman who bitches and moans more than Regina George from Mean Girls. She always complains about how I'm setting a bad example for my sister and how I'm "doing the bare minimum."
First of all, I didn't even say anything, I was trying to be a calm mediator, but what does she do? She starts shitting on me, blaming me for her bad parenting and then uses that tired ass excuse of "stop doing the bare minimum." I'm sorry we can't all be fucking busybodies who have the biggest stick up their asses and have to micromanage every little goddamn thing.
We get to the pickup spot and she asks me to check the order on her phone, only for her to swipe it away before I can get the message up and then mutters "bare minimum" under her breath as if me picking up her phone for literally .003 seconds is gonna kill her. Then she pulls a Karen move and complains to the restaurant when she didn't get her order on time, even though we've been waiting for 10 minutes at most.
Never mind the fact, she just described a black woman as a beast when looking at her face when she was waiting for her food, because we "stan" casual racism. (For context, we're biracial, but mostly Asian).We get our food and go home and after we eat, I think everything is fine and calm, wrong.
She starts nitpicking, blaming me and my sister, our food turned out to be burnt, tasteless and we found hair inside and then she bitches to the restaurant. She always blames me for her problems, she likes to pull the "I can acknowledge when I'm wrong" card on me, but all she does is whine, moan and complain about minor shit.
I don't know if this is my mom suffering from early signs of menopause, if she's on her period or if she has underlying medical issues she's not telling us about, but quite frankly she acts like a bipolar person half the time and I don't mean to diagnose her either.
If anyone can shed some light on why she'd jump from friendly and calm for a few days only to get pissed at the little things for no goddamn reason. I swear to god, bare minimum are two words when combined that trigger me so much than anything she has ever done.
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2020.10.09 01:28 Voilover 18 [M4F] Nerdy white dude looking for someone likeminded

Like the title says, I'm a white dude with nerdy interests from the eastern US. I'm mostly into video games, with PC as my preferred platform, but I do own an Xbox, just don't have a lot of games for it, and I plan on going to college for game dev/design. I also watch anime, but it's not really something I go out of my way to do unless something catches my eye. Not really that big on movies or tv, either, although I'm watching Breaking Bad atm. For music, I lean more towards power metal and electronic stuff (synthwave, eurobeat, etc), but I'm good with anything that isn't mumblerap or modern country. Hit me up and I can go into more detail about myself!
As for what I'm looking for in you, I'd prefer you either to be white or asian, be around my age range (21/22 is the upper limit of what i'm comfortable with), and to share my interests. I'd like to just start out as friends first before anything serious happens, and I don't mind LDR, since I'm used to interacting online anyways, but I will be upfront about one thing; if you consider yourself a BBW or are otherwise overweight and have no intention of changing that, I am absolutely not interested in the slightest. As for everything else that isn't strictly required, I'm not too picky about your looks aside from not being overweight, and you also get bonus points for having a cute name.
Hope to hear from some of you! :)
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2020.10.09 01:28 Voilover 18 [M4F] Nerdy white dude looking for someone likeminded

Like the title says, I'm a white dude with nerdy interests from the eastern US. I'm mostly into video games, with PC as my preferred platform, but I do own an Xbox, just don't have a lot of games for it, and I plan on going to college for game dev/design. I also watch anime, but it's not really something I go out of my way to do unless something catches my eye. Not really that big on movies or tv, either, although I'm watching Breaking Bad atm. For music, I lean more towards power metal and electronic stuff (synthwave, eurobeat, etc), but I'm good with anything that isn't mumblerap or modern country. Hit me up and I can go into more detail about myself!
As for what I'm looking for in you, I'd prefer you either to be white or asian, be around my age range (21/22 is the upper limit of what i'm comfortable with), and to share my interests. I'd like to just start out as friends first before anything serious happens, and I don't mind LDR, since I'm used to interacting online anyways, but I will be upfront about one thing; if you consider yourself a BBW or are otherwise overweight and have no intention of changing that, I am absolutely not interested in the slightest. As for everything else that isn't strictly required, I'm not too picky about your looks aside from not being overweight, and you also get bonus points for having a cute name.
Hope to hear from some of you! :)
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2020.10.08 14:40 violetmoonriot 25[F4M] Where is the moment we needed the most?

You kick up the leaves, and the magic is lost.
I consider reddit is a ghost town. Because people get to ghost one another easily. It's kinda sad to know someone story and the other day the conversation just turn bleh. All I need is knowing each other in a deeper level. I just wanted to know you. The real you.
I want you to feel comfortable around me. Be straightforward and honest about your feelings. At least we can see how things go. So we can start building a friendship from that basis. I want to care for you as a human being, treat you like someone who deserves to be loved.
About me: I'm 25 years old, Asian. Living in Asia. So if you are up for some long-distance friend. I'm here for you. We might develop it to a long night call if we really hit it off or maybe something more meaningful. I'm an old soul, also a hopeless romantic. Pretty emotional with things and have so much empathy to spare. I might shower you with compliment so be ready. I enjoy memes, dad jokes, puns and laugh in general. Sense of humor is what I admire and can't live without. If someone ever say you're funny then I'm already sucker for you. I reply fast when I'm online. If I don't there's a high chance I either fall asleep or in the gym.
What I enjoy: Cooking, surfing (the internet), music, films, tv series. I exercise regularly and try to look for new hobbies to start. Kinda have some passion for electric guitar lately. Any suggestion? I actually don't play any online/video games so I hope it's not a deal breaker.
You: Willing to be friend with someone and talk regularly, not ghost. Understand the timing different becuase I might be able to reply when I fall asleep. For you, reply me with more than one word would be nice. Be genuine, come as you are.
I usually don't go through my reddit direct message. Please send your reply to my inbox so I wouldn't miss it.
Curious about me? Ask away. I'll be waiting for your message.
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2020.10.08 14:07 violetmoonriot 25[F4R] Where is the moment we needed the most?

You kick up the leaves, and the magic is lost.
I consider reddit is a ghost town. Because people get to ghost one another easily. It's kinda sad to know someone story and the other day the conversation just turn bleh. All I need is knowing each other in a deeper level. I just wanted to know you. The real you.
I want you to feel comfortable around me. Be straightforward and honest about your feelings. At least we can see how things go. So we can start building a friendship from that basis. I want to care for you as a human being, treat you like someone who deserves to be loved.
About me: I'm 25 years old, Asian. Living in Asia. So if you are up for some long-distance friend. I'm here for you. We might develop it to a long night call if we really hit it off or maybe something more meaningful. I'm a hopeless romantic. Pretty emotional with things and have so much empathy to spare. I might shower you with compliment so be ready. I enjoy memes, dad jokes, puns and laugh in general. Sense of humor is what I admire and can't live without. If someone ever say you're funny then I'm already sucker for you. I reply fast when I'm online. If I don't there's a high chance I either fall asleep or in the gym.
What I enjoy: Cooking, surfing (the internet), music, films, tv series. I exercise regularly and try to look for new hobbies to start. Kinda have some passion for electric guitar lately. Any suggestion? I actually don't play any online/video games so I hope it's not a deal breaker.
You: Willing to be friend with someone and talk regularly, not ghost. Understand the timing different becuase I might be able to reply when I fall asleep. For you, reply me with more than one word would be nice. Be genuine, come as you are. Somewhat, I prefer using discord over kik becuase it can be in all my devices.
I usually don't go through my reddit direct message. Please send your reply to my inbox so I wouldn't miss it.
Curious about me? Ask away. I'll be waiting for your message.
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2020.10.08 13:31 IndependentYoga GameStore Jackpot Tournament: Pizza Ninja Mania

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2020.10.08 10:41 V1k1ngVGC Childfree people in Asia - where are you?

So I am in the situation where I posted in cf4cf trying to find a preferably asian CF partner.
I know of the terms such as left over women and christmas cakes for unmarried women in China and Japan. But where are all these people? I know the pressure in asia to have kids is huge, but solely to the amount of people there should be a fair amount of CF people too.
I do travel there, but the amount of girls who just want a western boyfriend are so many that its hard to find genuine attraction.
I would in general like to hear if anyone here is from East Asia? I am interested in hearing how come you are childfree, if the work-culture is a reason, your work-life balance, which hobbies do you have etc. not just for dating :)

---- Here is my post from cf4cf sub ---
Hello world!
I am 30 years old and have my base in Denmark.
I am working as a leader of a group of software engineers, designers, testers etc. as I am a product owner is a SaaS company. My work is primarily online.
Because of my job I get to travel a lot. When, where and for how long is up to me (and corona...). So distance is not a problem for me at all.
I have seen that it is popular to write your personality type - mine is INFJ.
My main hobbies are playing piano/guitar, go to the gym, read books, study languages, watch movies and play games. I love to spend my weekends in my cosy home - but when I am travelling I of course enjoy to be out and about exploring the area!
I am not a hardcore gamer, but I do play them and I in general like tech and have a decent high-end gear as I just love to watch series, movies and play games on my TV and soundsystem while still having 'wife-friendly' designed stuff and interior in general. I like to keep my apartment with a touch of minimalism.
I eat healthy, work out 4 times per week and stay fit. But you do not have to be fit at all. I want you just as natural as you are.
I am very financial responsible. I do not take credit for anything, paid cash for the car etc. Our income should benefit us, not the bank.
My favourite movies, tv series and games are: The Lord of the Rings, Game of Thrones, Oldboy, The Handmaiden, Three Kingdoms and historical Chinese drama in general, everything Studio Ghibli, Death Note, Animal Crossing, FallGuys, Zelda and Mario games to name a few, .
I LOVE, as in LOOOVVVEEE, Asian food! I imported a rice-cooker for 400 eur from Japan, what more can I say? oh.. I study Japanese now that I mention Japan and I would like to continue with Chinese! .. so this is where the interest for Asia comes into play ..
What am I looking for?
I am looking for a life-partner to give my love and to receive hers. I love my independency, but I also love to do things together and most of all to care for each other and support each other.
A perfect couple-weekend would be to get fresh air in the nature Friday or Saturday and then snuggle inside for the rest of the weekend cooking, watching movies, playing games together etc.
'Hot' topic: I do want our relationship to be sexually active as it is important for me that we feel attracted to each other and have a genuine interest in nurturing our relationship - the rest of the details on this topic... that is something I hope we will discover and develop together :) ..
oh! And one day it would be nice if we settle down and become parents to a cat or a dog!
Send me a message if I have caught your interest! oh! and attach an image of you as well, I will return the favour with a selfie!
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2020.10.07 22:40 V1k1ngVGC 30 [M4F] Scandinavian looking for (preferably Asian) life-partner

Hello world!
I am 30 years old and have my base in Denmark.
I am working as a leader of a group of software engineers, designers, testers etc. as I am a product owner is a SaaS company. My work is primarily online.
Because of my job I get to travel a lot. When, where and for how long is up to me (and corona...). So distance is not a problem for me at all.
I have seen that it is popular to write your personality type - mine is INFJ.
My main hobbies are playing piano/guitar, go to the gym, read books, study languages, watch movies and play games. I love to spend my weekends in my cosy home - but when I am travelling I of course enjoy to be out and about exploring the area!
I am not a hardcore gamer, but I do play them and I in general like tech and have a decent high-end gear as I just love to watch series, movies and play games on my TV and soundsystem while still having 'wife-friendly' designed stuff and interior in general. I like to keep my apartment with a touch of minimalism.
I eat healthy, work out 4 times per week and stay fit. But you do not have to be fit at all. I want you just as natural as you are.
I am very financial responsible. I do not take credit for anything, paid cash for the car etc. Our income should benefit us, not the bank.
My favourite movies, tv series and games are: The Lord of the Rings, Game of Thrones, Oldboy, The Handmaiden, Three Kingdoms and historical Chinese drama in general, everything Studio Ghibli, Death Note, Animal Crossing, FallGuys, Zelda and Mario games to name a few, .
I LOVE, as in LOOOVVVEEE, Asian food! I imported a rice-cooker for 400 eur from Japan, what more can I say? oh.. I study Japanese now that I mention Japan and I would like to continue with Chinese! .. so this is where the interest for Asia comes into play ..
What am I looking for?
I am looking for a life-partner to give my love and to receive hers. I love my independency, but I also love to do things together and most of all to care for each other and support each other.
A perfect couple-weekend would be to get fresh air in the nature Friday or Saturday and then snuggle inside for the rest of the weekend cooking, watching movies, playing games together etc.
'Hot' topic: I do want our relationship to be sexually active as it is important for me that we feel attracted to each other and have a genuine interest in nurturing our relationship - the rest of the details on this topic... that is something I hope we will discover and develop together :) ..
oh! And one day it would be nice if we settle down and become parents to a cat or a dog!
Send me a message if I have caught your interest! oh! and attach an image of you as well, I will return the favour with a selfie!
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2020.10.07 19:58 Erutious Fortunate

I looked at the sign over the register and scoffed loudly.
It hung above the bowl of fortune cookies like a silent guardian, and it had never made any sense to me.
"Customers are cautioned to take only 1 fortune cookie. Taking more than 1 cookie may be hazardous to the customer's health and sanity."
Management.
I had been coming to Yǐnshí Guīzé for the last ten years, and that sign had always sort of made me roll my eyes. The food made this place well worth the five-minute walk from the house, and I had never gotten sick here as I had at some other Chinese food establishments. The food was great, the prices were fair, and the customer service was second to none. Yǐnshí Guīzé was the place I came to when I was depressed, when I was celebrating, or when I just needed some comfort food at the end of a long day. I had actually met my wife here five years ago when her date stood her up. I was coming in for take-out, and she was meeting someone from an online dating site, and we got to talking. By the time my food came up, she had asked me to stay and eat with her, and I agreed. A year later, we were married, and we've been coming back to Yǐnshí Guīzé ever sense.
I was here again on a Friday night, date night with Lisa, waiting for our usual. Sesame Chicken with pork fried rice for her, General Tso with white rice for me, and an eggroll a piece. It was crowded, Yǐnshí Guīzé was always crowded, and as I stood before the counter, that sign irked me as I saw it again. Probably because the cookies here are my favorite part of the meal. The owner is a world class pastry chef as well as a great cook. He makes cakes for the shop, his fried cheesecake is to die for, but I think I love his fortune cookies the best. I know that some of you are going to tell me that fortune cookies aren't an authentic Asian delicacy, but this guy has embraced them at Yǐnshí Guīzé. He makes them from scratch, putting the fortunes in himself, and their so buttery and delicious that I could eat about a ton of them. He refuses to sell them, saying they are only meant to be enjoyed one at a time, and I can't imagine how much money he loses making them.
Wrapped delicately in their paper holders, they mocked me from the bowl as I stood looking.
Leaning forward, I grabbed about six of them and popped them into my pocket.
I couldn't tell you why I did it, not really, but it was something I would come to regret.
"Your order, sir?" said the voice of Mrs. Khim as she came out of the back.
I jumped, looking guilty as I smiled and thanked her for the food.
As I turned to go, I heard her say something almost too low for me to hear.
"Be careful with those. Remember the rules, sir."
I turned back, but she had already disappeared behind the curtain that separated the front from the back. I shook it off. I must have misheard her; I thought to myself as I took my food and left. I traversed the streets, weaving between couples and clumps of people on their way downtown, as I made my way home. As I walked, I felt the cookies shuffling around in my pocket and decided to have one. I reached in and pulled out the hand-wrapped paper cover, looking at the little message scrawled on the outside. "Good Fortune" had been written on the outside, and as I opened the wrapper, I picked the fortune out and ate the delicious cookie in a single bite. It was still soft, still warm, and the cookie tasted fresh from the oven. They always seemed to taste like that, and I assumed that he made them fresh every day.
I looked down at the little paper and thought, for a moment, that it might be handwritten too. Did the owner handwrite his fortunes or something? That level of detail really made these that much more special. I smiled as I read the fortune. Even if it was handwritten, it was still kind of generic for a fortune cookie.
Tumultuous times are right around the corner.
"Aren't they always?" I said to myself, putting my key into the lock of my door and stepping inside.
Ten minutes later, I had the wine chilling in the sink, the food transferred to plates, and had found the perfect movie on Netflix for us to cuddle up and watch together. I had it all arranged and ready for her, and as I switched over to regular TV, the movie primed and ready to play, I looked at my watch and tisked. It was already eight-thirty. She should have been here by now. She had been working later and later these days, and I was beginning to become worried. I reached into my pocket and pulled out another of the delicious cookies. I stopped before unwrapping this one, reading the handwritten message on the outside before unwrapping it.
"One per visit, do not forget the rules."
I felt my brows furrow a little. That was weird. What an odd thing to write on the wrapping of a cookie. I shrugged and pulled it out of the wrapper, pulling the fortune out as I ate the cookie. This one was good but not as good as they usually were. It was buttery, but a little dry. It tasted like a leftover from yesterday's batch, and as Sports Center came on, I looked at the scrap of paper inside and blew air out in a little chuckle.
A loved one is thinking of you.
Another classic.
My phone rang about that time, and I picked it up, looking at the picture displayed on the home screen.
Lisa's smiling face decorated the screen, and I smiled to myself as I picked it up.
"Hey, hunnie, you almost here? I've got everything ready for date night."
Her breathing on the other end was heavy, and it took her a minute to compose herself, "Babe? I need to tell you something, and I need you not to interrupt me, okay?"
That made me nervous. She sounded like she was panicking, and I didn't like the thought of her driving while she was in that state. I could hear the sound of her engine in the background, and it sounded like she was driving very fast. I looked at the clock and realized it was later than I thought. Traffic could be nuts this time of night, and I wished she would pull over.
"Are you okay? You sound like you're…"
"Just...listen, and don't interrupt, okay."
"Okay," I said, hoping this would calm her down a little.
I took out another one of the cookies as she prepared to speak and unwrapped it absentmindedly, taking the fortune out with the deft hand of practice.
"I'm... I'm pregnant," she said, quickly and in a way that made me think she was expecting me to be upset.
Quite the contrary. We had been trying to have a baby for years, but couldn't seem to make it stick. We thought we'd finally made it work a few months ago, but she had ended up miscarrying, and it had hit her hard. She had really fallen into her work, staying late and working on her off days, and these date nights had been the only time I really got to see her. The news that we were having a baby made me ecstatic. I was confused as to why she was so upset.
The cookie was dry as I crutched on it; this one was definitely stale.
"That's wonderful, dear," I said through a mouthful of cookie, "I'm so happy you…"
"It's not yours," she exclaimed, and the cookie turned to ash in my mouth. I felt it stick in my throat, the dry pasty turning to cement, and I hacked it up and spat it on the carpet. It looked a little off as it sat in a congealed mess there, but my mind was not on cookies. Not mine? How could it not be…
"I've been having an affair for the last three months. When we lost...when we lost Daven, I just couldn't get over the depression. Someone at work had been flirting for a while, and...one night, I just...oh god, babe, I don't know what to do."
She was crying, and I could already hear that it was turning jagged and ugly.
I wanted to be angry, I wanted to furious, but I couldn't be in the face of her sobbing.
"Come home; we'll work this out, Lisa. We can…"
"Huh?" she huffed out, and I heard a loud pop of static before the line went dead.
"Hello? HELLO? LISA?"
But there was no one.
I sat forward, bumping the table and sending the plates I had made spilling onto the ground. I heard the dry snap of the other two cookies crumbling in my pocket, but I hardly noticed. I tried calling her back, but it went straight to voicemail. I called again and again, becoming more frantic with each phone call until I finally bounced it off the carpeted floor in my rage. What the hell was going on? What had happened to Lisa?
I felt something papery against my palm, and when I looked, I saw the fortune was plastered against it.
I caught sight of the words, and it quelled my rage with cold fear.
Your joy will quickly become ashes in your mouth.
What the hell was that? That was not a normal fortune. Fortunes from cookies were almost always benign or at least neutral. Did the owner write these himself? Who the hell would put a thing like that in a cookie? I stared at it for a few minutes before retrieving my phone and trying to call her back. The screen was cracked now, but that hardly seemed to matter either.
As my phone remained silent and hers remained unreachable, I became scared. What if something had happened? The fortunes continued to nag at me too. So far, each of them had been accurate in their own way. What the heck was going on here? This was too elaborate for a prank, and if it was, it wasn't amusing.
I had started to clean up the food I had spilled when the phone finally began to ring. I grabbed it up, praying it would be her face, but it was a blocked number. It looked odd through the star pattern on the broken glass, and as I sat down, I could once again feel the broken cookies poking me in my pocket. I reached in and threw both on the table. One of them had come unwrapped, and the fortune stuck to my fingers as my hand came free. My curious mind would not allow me to ignore it, though now I wish I had.
You will receive two phone calls. Both will bring only sorrow.
I picked up the call on the fourth ring.
"Hello? Lisa?" I asked, hopefully.
"Hello, are you the emergency contact for Mrs. Lisa Callahan?"
"I...I am." I answered, unsure if I wanted to.
"This is Officer Winsmen. I'm afraid there's been an accident."
"Is my wife okay?" I asked, still hopeful.
The officer was silent for a few seconds.
"I'm going to need you to come down to St. Marks and identify her remains."
The phone slipped out of my hand again, and I could hear the officer saying hello from the carpet.
The last cookie sat on the table, ominous in its white paper holder. The edges of the paper were black, whatever was inside, having seeped into it. The covering bore a legend that made my breath hitch, and though I felt my hands reaching to open it, I wanted nothing so much as to throw it out the window unread.
The black letters on the front read, "Those who do not follow the rules are doomed to live with the consequences."
My shaking fingers found the white wrapper just as the phone went silent.
I've been lying on the floor of my floor, smelling the aroma of old Chinese food for the last three hours.
I don't know what to do now. Someone has come to knock on my door, but I ignored them. They said they were the police, but I don't care. Lisa is lost to me, and I fear that may not be the end. I'm almost glad that it may not be the end. The world outside has quieted some as the night stretches on, and I continue to lay on the carpet in the fetal position, using what may be my last few hours to write this message.
The black stuff that poured out of that wrapper, bits of moldy cookie floating amongst it, was nothing next to the message that oozed on the surface.
Your end will not be so quick as hers.
So if you should see a sign that tells you only to take one cookie, remember that rules are there for a reason.
And those who do not obey them may be forced to live with the consequences.
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2020.10.07 19:56 Erutious Fortunate

I looked at the sign over the register and scoffed loudly.
It hung above the bowl of fortune cookies like a silent guardian, and it had never made any sense to me.
"Customers are cautioned to take only 1 fortune cookie. Taking more than 1 cookie may be hazardous to the customer's health and sanity."
Management.
I had been coming to Yǐnshí Guīzé for the last ten years, and that sign had always sort of made me roll my eyes. The food made this place well worth the five-minute walk from the house, and I had never gotten sick here as I had at some other Chinese food establishments. The food was great, the prices were fair, and the customer service was second to none. Yǐnshí Guīzé was the place I came to when I was depressed, when I was celebrating, or when I just needed some comfort food at the end of a long day. I had actually met my wife here five years ago when her date stood her up. I was coming in for take-out, and she was meeting someone from an online dating site, and we got to talking. By the time my food came up, she had asked me to stay and eat with her, and I agreed. A year later, we were married, and we've been coming back to Yǐnshí Guīzé ever sense.
I was here again on a Friday night, date night with Lisa, waiting for our usual. Sesame Chicken with pork fried rice for her, General Tso with white rice for me, and an eggroll a piece. It was crowded, Yǐnshí Guīzé was always crowded, and as I stood before the counter, that sign irked me as I saw it again. Probably because the cookies here are my favorite part of the meal. The owner is a world class pastry chef as well as a great cook. He makes cakes for the shop, his fried cheesecake is to die for, but I think I love his fortune cookies the best. I know that some of you are going to tell me that fortune cookies aren't an authentic Asian delicacy, but this guy has embraced them at Yǐnshí Guīzé. He makes them from scratch, putting the fortunes in himself, and their so buttery and delicious that I could eat about a ton of them. He refuses to sell them, saying they are only meant to be enjoyed one at a time, and I can't imagine how much money he loses making them.
Wrapped delicately in their paper holders, they mocked me from the bowl as I stood looking.
Leaning forward, I grabbed about six of them and popped them into my pocket.
I couldn't tell you why I did it, not really, but it was something I would come to regret.
"Your order, sir?" said the voice of Mrs. Khim as she came out of the back.
I jumped, looking guilty as I smiled and thanked her for the food.
As I turned to go, I heard her say something almost too low for me to hear.
"Be careful with those. Remember the rules, sir."
I turned back, but she had already disappeared behind the curtain that separated the front from the back. I shook it off. I must have misheard her; I thought to myself as I took my food and left. I traversed the streets, weaving between couples and clumps of people on their way downtown, as I made my way home. As I walked, I felt the cookies shuffling around in my pocket and decided to have one. I reached in and pulled out the hand-wrapped paper cover, looking at the little message scrawled on the outside. "Good Fortune" had been written on the outside, and as I opened the wrapper, I picked the fortune out and ate the delicious cookie in a single bite. It was still soft, still warm, and the cookie tasted fresh from the oven. They always seemed to taste like that, and I assumed that he made them fresh every day.
I looked down at the little paper and thought, for a moment, that it might be handwritten too. Did the owner handwrite his fortunes or something? That level of detail really made these that much more special. I smiled as I read the fortune. Even if it was handwritten, it was still kind of generic for a fortune cookie.
Tumultuous times are right around the corner.
"Aren't they always?" I said to myself, putting my key into the lock of my door and stepping inside.
Ten minutes later, I had the wine chilling in the sink, the food transferred to plates, and had found the perfect movie on Netflix for us to cuddle up and watch together. I had it all arranged and ready for her, and as I switched over to regular TV, the movie primed and ready to play, I looked at my watch and tisked. It was already eight-thirty. She should have been here by now. She had been working later and later these days, and I was beginning to become worried. I reached into my pocket and pulled out another of the delicious cookies. I stopped before unwrapping this one, reading the handwritten message on the outside before unwrapping it.
"One per visit, do not forget the rules."
I felt my brows furrow a little. That was weird. What an odd thing to write on the wrapping of a cookie. I shrugged and pulled it out of the wrapper, pulling the fortune out as I ate the cookie. This one was good but not as good as they usually were. It was buttery, but a little dry. It tasted like a leftover from yesterday's batch, and as Sports Center came on, I looked at the scrap of paper inside and blew air out in a little chuckle.
A loved one is thinking of you.
Another classic.
My phone rang about that time, and I picked it up, looking at the picture displayed on the home screen.
Lisa's smiling face decorated the screen, and I smiled to myself as I picked it up.
"Hey, hunnie, you almost here? I've got everything ready for date night."
Her breathing on the other end was heavy, and it took her a minute to compose herself, "Babe? I need to tell you something, and I need you not to interrupt me, okay?"
That made me nervous. She sounded like she was panicking, and I didn't like the thought of her driving while she was in that state. I could hear the sound of her engine in the background, and it sounded like she was driving very fast. I looked at the clock and realized it was later than I thought. Traffic could be nuts this time of night, and I wished she would pull over.
"Are you okay? You sound like you're…"
"Just...listen, and don't interrupt, okay."
"Okay," I said, hoping this would calm her down a little.
I took out another one of the cookies as she prepared to speak and unwrapped it absentmindedly, taking the fortune out with the deft hand of practice.
"I'm... I'm pregnant," she said, quickly and in a way that made me think she was expecting me to be upset.
Quite the contrary. We had been trying to have a baby for years, but couldn't seem to make it stick. We thought we'd finally made it work a few months ago, but she had ended up miscarrying, and it had hit her hard. She had really fallen into her work, staying late and working on her off days, and these date nights had been the only time I really got to see her. The news that we were having a baby made me ecstatic. I was confused as to why she was so upset.
The cookie was dry as I crutched on it; this one was definitely stale.
"That's wonderful, dear," I said through a mouthful of cookie, "I'm so happy you…"
"It's not yours," she exclaimed, and the cookie turned to ash in my mouth. I felt it stick in my throat, the dry pasty turning to cement, and I hacked it up and spat it on the carpet. It looked a little off as it sat in a congealed mess there, but my mind was not on cookies. Not mine? How could it not be…
"I've been having an affair for the last three months. When we lost...when we lost Daven, I just couldn't get over the depression. Someone at work had been flirting for a while, and...one night, I just...oh god, babe, I don't know what to do."
She was crying, and I could already hear that it was turning jagged and ugly.
I wanted to be angry, I wanted to furious, but I couldn't be in the face of her sobbing.
"Come home; we'll work this out, Lisa. We can…"
"Huh?" she huffed out, and I heard a loud pop of static before the line went dead.
"Hello? HELLO? LISA?"
But there was no one.
I sat forward, bumping the table and sending the plates I had made spilling onto the ground. I heard the dry snap of the other two cookies crumbling in my pocket, but I hardly noticed. I tried calling her back, but it went straight to voicemail. I called again and again, becoming more frantic with each phone call until I finally bounced it off the carpeted floor in my rage. What the hell was going on? What had happened to Lisa?
I felt something papery against my palm, and when I looked, I saw the fortune was plastered against it.
I caught sight of the words, and it quelled my rage with cold fear.
Your joy will quickly become ashes in your mouth.
What the hell was that? That was not a normal fortune. Fortunes from cookies were almost always benign or at least neutral. Did the owner write these himself? Who the hell would put a thing like that in a cookie? I stared at it for a few minutes before retrieving my phone and trying to call her back. The screen was cracked now, but that hardly seemed to matter either.
As my phone remained silent and hers remained unreachable, I became scared. What if something had happened? The fortunes continued to nag at me too. So far, each of them had been accurate in their own way. What the heck was going on here? This was too elaborate for a prank, and if it was, it wasn't amusing.
I had started to clean up the food I had spilled when the phone finally began to ring. I grabbed it up, praying it would be her face, but it was a blocked number. It looked odd through the star pattern on the broken glass, and as I sat down, I could once again feel the broken cookies poking me in my pocket. I reached in and threw both on the table. One of them had come unwrapped, and the fortune stuck to my fingers as my hand came free. My curious mind would not allow me to ignore it, though now I wish I had.
You will receive two phone calls. Both will bring only sorrow.
I picked up the call on the fourth ring.
"Hello? Lisa?" I asked, hopefully.
"Hello, are you the emergency contact for Mrs. Lisa Callahan?"
"I...I am." I answered, unsure if I wanted to.
"This is Officer Winsmen. I'm afraid there's been an accident."
"Is my wife okay?" I asked, still hopeful.
The officer was silent for a few seconds.
"I'm going to need you to come down to St. Marks and identify her remains."
The phone slipped out of my hand again, and I could hear the officer saying hello from the carpet.
The last cookie sat on the table, ominous in its white paper holder. The edges of the paper were black, whatever was inside, having seeped into it. The covering bore a legend that made my breath hitch, and though I felt my hands reaching to open it, I wanted nothing so much as to throw it out the window unread.
The black letters on the front read, "Those who do not follow the rules are doomed to live with the consequences."
My shaking fingers found the white wrapper just as the phone went silent.
I've been lying on the floor of my floor, smelling the aroma of old Chinese food for the last three hours.
I don't know what to do now. Someone has come to knock on my door, but I ignored them. They said they were the police, but I don't care. Lisa is lost to me, and I fear that may not be the end. I'm almost glad that it may not be the end. The world outside has quieted some as the night stretches on, and I continue to lay on the carpet in the fetal position, using what may be my last few hours to write this message.
The black stuff that poured out of that wrapper, bits of moldy cookie floating amongst it, was nothing next to the message that oozed on the surface.
Your end will not be so quick as hers.
So if you should see a sign that tells you only to take one cookie, remember that rules are there for a reason.
And those who do not obey them may be forced to live with the consequences.
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2020.10.07 19:54 Erutious Fortunate

I looked at the sign over the register and scoffed loudly.
It hung above the bowl of fortune cookies like a silent guardian, and it had never made any sense to me.
"Customers are cautioned to take only 1 fortune cookie. Taking more than 1 cookie may be hazardous to the customer's health and sanity."
Management.
I had been coming to Yǐnshí Guīzé for the last ten years, and that sign had always sort of made me roll my eyes. The food made this place well worth the five-minute walk from the house, and I had never gotten sick here as I had at some other Chinese food establishments. The food was great, the prices were fair, and the customer service was second to none. Yǐnshí Guīzé was the place I came to when I was depressed, when I was celebrating, or when I just needed some comfort food at the end of a long day. I had actually met my wife here five years ago when her date stood her up. I was coming in for take-out, and she was meeting someone from an online dating site, and we got to talking. By the time my food came up, she had asked me to stay and eat with her, and I agreed. A year later, we were married, and we've been coming back to Yǐnshí Guīzé ever sense.
I was here again on a Friday night, date night with Lisa, waiting for our usual. Sesame Chicken with pork fried rice for her, General Tso with white rice for me, and an eggroll a piece. It was crowded, Yǐnshí Guīzé was always crowded, and as I stood before the counter, that sign irked me as I saw it again. Probably because the cookies here are my favorite part of the meal. The owner is a world class pastry chef as well as a great cook. He makes cakes for the shop, his fried cheesecake is to die for, but I think I love his fortune cookies the best. I know that some of you are going to tell me that fortune cookies aren't an authentic Asian delicacy, but this guy has embraced them at Yǐnshí Guīzé. He makes them from scratch, putting the fortunes in himself, and their so buttery and delicious that I could eat about a ton of them. He refuses to sell them, saying they are only meant to be enjoyed one at a time, and I can't imagine how much money he loses making them.
Wrapped delicately in their paper holders, they mocked me from the bowl as I stood looking.
Leaning forward, I grabbed about six of them and popped them into my pocket.
I couldn't tell you why I did it, not really, but it was something I would come to regret.
"Your order, sir?" said the voice of Mrs. Khim as she came out of the back.
I jumped, looking guilty as I smiled and thanked her for the food.
As I turned to go, I heard her say something almost too low for me to hear.
"Be careful with those. Remember the rules, sir."
I turned back, but she had already disappeared behind the curtain that separated the front from the back. I shook it off. I must have misheard her; I thought to myself as I took my food and left. I traversed the streets, weaving between couples and clumps of people on their way downtown, as I made my way home. As I walked, I felt the cookies shuffling around in my pocket and decided to have one. I reached in and pulled out the hand-wrapped paper cover, looking at the little message scrawled on the outside. "Good Fortune" had been written on the outside, and as I opened the wrapper, I picked the fortune out and ate the delicious cookie in a single bite. It was still soft, still warm, and the cookie tasted fresh from the oven. They always seemed to taste like that, and I assumed that he made them fresh every day.
I looked down at the little paper and thought, for a moment, that it might be handwritten too. Did the owner handwrite his fortunes or something? That level of detail really made these that much more special. I smiled as I read the fortune. Even if it was handwritten, it was still kind of generic for a fortune cookie.
Tumultuous times are right around the corner.
"Aren't they always?" I said to myself, putting my key into the lock of my door and stepping inside.
Ten minutes later, I had the wine chilling in the sink, the food transferred to plates, and had found the perfect movie on Netflix for us to cuddle up and watch together. I had it all arranged and ready for her, and as I switched over to regular TV, the movie primed and ready to play, I looked at my watch and tisked. It was already eight-thirty. She should have been here by now. She had been working later and later these days, and I was beginning to become worried. I reached into my pocket and pulled out another of the delicious cookies. I stopped before unwrapping this one, reading the handwritten message on the outside before unwrapping it.
"One per visit, do not forget the rules."
I felt my brows furrow a little. That was weird. What an odd thing to write on the wrapping of a cookie. I shrugged and pulled it out of the wrapper, pulling the fortune out as I ate the cookie. This one was good but not as good as they usually were. It was buttery, but a little dry. It tasted like a leftover from yesterday's batch, and as Sports Center came on, I looked at the scrap of paper inside and blew air out in a little chuckle.
A loved one is thinking of you.
Another classic.
My phone rang about that time, and I picked it up, looking at the picture displayed on the home screen.
Lisa's smiling face decorated the screen, and I smiled to myself as I picked it up.
"Hey, hunnie, you almost here? I've got everything ready for date night."
Her breathing on the other end was heavy, and it took her a minute to compose herself, "Babe? I need to tell you something, and I need you not to interrupt me, okay?"
That made me nervous. She sounded like she was panicking, and I didn't like the thought of her driving while she was in that state. I could hear the sound of her engine in the background, and it sounded like she was driving very fast. I looked at the clock and realized it was later than I thought. Traffic could be nuts this time of night, and I wished she would pull over.
"Are you okay? You sound like you're…"
"Just...listen, and don't interrupt, okay."
"Okay," I said, hoping this would calm her down a little.
I took out another one of the cookies as she prepared to speak and unwrapped it absentmindedly, taking the fortune out with the deft hand of practice.
"I'm... I'm pregnant," she said, quickly and in a way that made me think she was expecting me to be upset.
Quite the contrary. We had been trying to have a baby for years, but couldn't seem to make it stick. We thought we'd finally made it work a few months ago, but she had ended up miscarrying, and it had hit her hard. She had really fallen into her work, staying late and working on her off days, and these date nights had been the only time I really got to see her. The news that we were having a baby made me ecstatic. I was confused as to why she was so upset.
The cookie was dry as I crutched on it; this one was definitely stale.
"That's wonderful, dear," I said through a mouthful of cookie, "I'm so happy you…"
"It's not yours," she exclaimed, and the cookie turned to ash in my mouth. I felt it stick in my throat, the dry pasty turning to cement, and I hacked it up and spat it on the carpet. It looked a little off as it sat in a congealed mess there, but my mind was not on cookies. Not mine? How could it not be…
"I've been having an affair for the last three months. When we lost...when we lost Daven, I just couldn't get over the depression. Someone at work had been flirting for a while, and...one night, I just...oh god, babe, I don't know what to do."
She was crying, and I could already hear that it was turning jagged and ugly.
I wanted to be angry, I wanted to furious, but I couldn't be in the face of her sobbing.
"Come home; we'll work this out, Lisa. We can…"
"Huh?" she huffed out, and I heard a loud pop of static before the line went dead.
"Hello? HELLO? LISA?"
But there was no one.
I sat forward, bumping the table and sending the plates I had made spilling onto the ground. I heard the dry snap of the other two cookies crumbling in my pocket, but I hardly noticed. I tried calling her back, but it went straight to voicemail. I called again and again, becoming more frantic with each phone call until I finally bounced it off the carpeted floor in my rage. What the hell was going on? What had happened to Lisa?
I felt something papery against my palm, and when I looked, I saw the fortune was plastered against it.
I caught sight of the words, and it quelled my rage with cold fear.
Your joy will quickly become ashes in your mouth.
What the hell was that? That was not a normal fortune. Fortunes from cookies were almost always benign or at least neutral. Did the owner write these himself? Who the hell would put a thing like that in a cookie? I stared at it for a few minutes before retrieving my phone and trying to call her back. The screen was cracked now, but that hardly seemed to matter either.
As my phone remained silent and hers remained unreachable, I became scared. What if something had happened? The fortunes continued to nag at me too. So far, each of them had been accurate in their own way. What the heck was going on here? This was too elaborate for a prank, and if it was, it wasn't amusing.
I had started to clean up the food I had spilled when the phone finally began to ring. I grabbed it up, praying it would be her face, but it was a blocked number. It looked odd through the star pattern on the broken glass, and as I sat down, I could once again feel the broken cookies poking me in my pocket. I reached in and threw both on the table. One of them had come unwrapped, and the fortune stuck to my fingers as my hand came free. My curious mind would not allow me to ignore it, though now I wish I had.
You will receive two phone calls. Both will bring only sorrow.
I picked up the call on the fourth ring.
"Hello? Lisa?" I asked, hopefully.
"Hello, are you the emergency contact for Mrs. Lisa Callahan?"
"I...I am." I answered, unsure if I wanted to.
"This is Officer Winsmen. I'm afraid there's been an accident."
"Is my wife okay?" I asked, still hopeful.
The officer was silent for a few seconds.
"I'm going to need you to come down to St. Marks and identify her remains."
The phone slipped out of my hand again, and I could hear the officer saying hello from the carpet.
The last cookie sat on the table, ominous in its white paper holder. The edges of the paper were black, whatever was inside, having seeped into it. The covering bore a legend that made my breath hitch, and though I felt my hands reaching to open it, I wanted nothing so much as to throw it out the window unread.
The black letters on the front read, "Those who do not follow the rules are doomed to live with the consequences."
My shaking fingers found the white wrapper just as the phone went silent.
I've been lying on the floor of my floor, smelling the aroma of old Chinese food for the last three hours.
I don't know what to do now. Someone has come to knock on my door, but I ignored them. They said they were the police, but I don't care. Lisa is lost to me, and I fear that may not be the end. I'm almost glad that it may not be the end. The world outside has quieted some as the night stretches on, and I continue to lay on the carpet in the fetal position, using what may be my last few hours to write this message.
The black stuff that poured out of that wrapper, bits of moldy cookie floating amongst it, was nothing next to the message that oozed on the surface.
Your end will not be so quick as hers.
So if you should see a sign that tells you only to take one cookie, remember that rules are there for a reason.
And those who do not obey them may be forced to live with the consequences.
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2020.10.07 19:12 skeletor_thagawd ‘Every day is a struggle‘: El Paso, one year later A extensive article with new details and an in-depth look at what happened during the El Paso Walmart shooting

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EL PASO — Gilbert Anchondo calls his son André on his cellphone. He knows André will never answer.
Will Englisbee is lost without the woman he called his best friend. Angelina María Silva de Englisbee was vibrant and healthy when she died at nearly 87.
Dina Lizarde sits in her house with its lights turned low and the TV a constant companion. She stares at the candles she lights in memory of her 15-year-old son Javier Amir Rodríguez.
A father. A son. A mother.
They are but three of the survivors of the 23 people who died at the hands of a gunman at a busy Walmart in the worst mass shooting of Hispanics in recent U.S. history.
In the year following the Aug. 3 tragedy, The Dallas Morning News interviewed family members of those slain, about a dozen of the injured, other witnesses and multiple sources close to the investigation. We reviewed hundreds of pages of documents related to the massacre.
Our reporting has brought the massacre’s details into sharper definition: The grim determination of the suspected gunman’s preparations and actions inside the store. The desperation of survivors hoping that their loved ones didn’t die. Their struggles to live the rest of their days without them.
Gilbert lost not only his son but also a daughter-in-law, Jordan. The couple’s infant son was grazed by a bullet but survived the shooting.
“I brought him into the world,” Gilbert said of André. “I was the first one to hold him in my arms and I was the last one to close the casket.”
Will cries when he imagines Angelina’s last seconds. She had a lifelong fear and hatred of guns.
Dina’s walls are covered with photos of Javier, reminders of a life just getting underway.
She constantly thinks of him. She rarely thinks of his killer.
It’s a cloudy Friday night in August. Patrick Crusius, one week past his 21st birthday, unemployed and having lived off government benefits for the past five months, leaves his hometown of Allen, a middle-class Dallas suburb that is mostly white but has seen its demographics change markedly in recent years.
Around midnight, he heads southwest along Interstate 20 in a dark gray 2012 Honda Civic. His destination is more than 650 miles away.
A GP WASR-10 semiautomatic rifle, a civilian version of an AK-47, sits in the trunk. So do 1,000 rounds of hollow point bullets, protective eyewear, gloves and earmuffs. He is carrying something else in the car: his laptop. Inside is a hate-filled, racist document he wrote titled The Inconvenient Truth.
He’s spent hours on 8chan, a loosely moderated message board that has allowed racism, misogyny and white supremacy to breed on its platform.
He stops for gas and energy drinks at least twice, the last time in Van Horn, about 115 miles from El Paso.
Sometime after 8 a.m., he arrives, tired and hungry.
As usual, the lines on the international bridge stretching to Ciudad Juárez are long with shoppers. Many will head to the Cielo Vista Walmart, one of the busiest Walmarts in America.
About half a mile from the Walmart, he pulls into a Cicis Pizza — one of his favorite restaurants back in Allen — but it isn’t open yet. Later, people close to the investigation will wonder whether he intended to eat there or carry out his deadly act.
He then heads into the Walmart parking lot.
Perhaps 3,000 people are inside the superstore. It's often referred to as the “Juárez Walmart” because of its number of Mexican shoppers.
Wearing a black T-shirt and khaki cargo pants, he steps out of his car and approaches the store doors.
Crusius’ movements after he gets out of his car and enters the store are known to us through interviews with eyewitnesses, multiple sources close to the investigation and our review of documents related to the case.
Outside, preteen girls, parents and coaches from the El Paso Fusion girls soccer team are selling aguas frescas and chicharrones to raise money for a tournament.
One of the coaches, Luis Calvillo, goes live on Facebook.
“Say ‘Hi,’ girls!” he says. “Tell ’em to come support.”
Crusius walks around the store for nearly half an hour. The store is teeming with activity. He returns to his car. He now knows the layout and the profile of shoppers.
Minutes later, he reenters the store. He heads for the fruit section and buys oranges. He lingers by the grocery cart area. He nonchalantly munches on an orange as shoppers, oblivious to what is about to happen, walk by him.
He returns to his car and sits for nearly an hour.
He logs onto his computer and tries to post his screed to 8chan, according to sources close to the investigation. The title of his post is “Hello FBI.” But he posts the wrong document. At 10:17, he uploads the correct one, with an addendum: “FML nervous as hell.”
On 8chan, he shares his fear that if he thinks too much about what he is going to do, he might not go through with it.
He grabs his semiautomatic rifle from the trunk of his car.
At 10:38, he heads toward Walmart a final time.
Crusius’ history is well known: The child of a nurse and a mental health counselor who divorced when he was 13, he was lonely and computer-obsessed during his years at Liberty High in Frisco and, later, Plano Senior High. He moved in with his grandparents, dabbling in community college and falling into the world of misogyny and white supremacy on 8chan and Twitter.
His defense attorney declined to talk for this story. His family declined multiple interview requests. But their attorney, Chris Ayres, said that Crusius never shared signs that he’d become radicalized.
“He was like your normal 20-something kid,” Ayres said. “He was finding his way.”
But any sense of normalcy was illusory.
In his manifesto, he denounced “race mixing” and defined himself — a young man with no military experience — as a warrior in the fight for America and Europe.
His hometown saw a demographic shift as he grew up. According to the 2000 census, Allen’s population was 83% white. By 2018, the Hispanic and Asian population more than tripled. The white population fell to 59%.
Ayres said Crusius’ grandparents allowed him to live with them as long as he followed “general expectations,” like not being on his computer all the time or leaving the house late at night.
He said they never found him watching violent or white supremacist videos, nor did he arrive home with neo-Nazi materials.
But there were warning signs on Twitter, where he had only a dozen followers and his banner photo featured Dylann Roof, the South Carolina white supremacist who killed nine Black people at a Charleston church.
In a court filing in July, Crusius’ defense attorneys wrote that he had had “severe, lifelong neurological and mental disabilities” and that he was in special education for much of his schooling. Ayres declined to comment.
Last summer, Crusius legally bought a semiautomatic rifle. When his mother found out, she told Allen police she wasn’t sure her son possessed the maturity to own the weapon. But Crusius was an adult and the police did not act on her call.
Crusius bought heat-resistant shooting gloves. He began to research the most devastating type of bullet for an attack, people close to the investigation say. These details have never been reported.
He had looked online for the screed written by a mass shooter who killed 51 people in New Zealand. When he had trouble finding it, his twin sister Emily obtained it for him, sources close to the investigation say. That detail, too, has never been reported.
It’s likely Emily didn’t know his real intent, the sources say. Ayres denies her involvement. They last saw each other the night of Aug. 2.
About the time Crusius leaves his home, Will Englisbee returns to his.
He creeps into his home after a shift as a manager at a sports bar. His mother, Angelina, dozes on the sofa after trying to stay awake to greet her son. She always does this for Will or her two grandsons, who often come home late.
Will tries not to disturb her, but Angelina wakes up. He sheepishly explains he’s lost yet another pair of new sunglasses — a routine she constantly chides him for. The two laugh and retreat to their bedrooms.
Javier Rodríguez spends the night with his mom Dina Lizarde’s youngest brother, Octavio Ramiro, 23, playing video games late into the evening. Dina, an employee at another Walmart down the street, has Saturday off and is going to join Javier and her daughter back home in Horizon City for one last weekend before he returns to high school, where he is a soccer star.
Around 9 a.m. Saturday, as Crusius arrives in El Paso, Gilbert Anchondo is rushing to work. He stops at a red light within sight of his son André’s newly opened granite shop. He sees André, wife Jordan and their two children outside their house, which is next to the business. Gilbert watches proudly but does not honk or wave. He figures he’ll see his family later that afternoon. They’ve planned a triple celebration: A new home. Their daughter’s sixth birthday. André’s and Jordan’s first wedding anniversary.
María Eugenia Legarreta has stopped at Walmart on her way to the airport to pick up her teen daughter, who is returning from a trip to Europe.
Crusius sees the 58-year-old from Chihuahua City, Mexico, pushing her full shopping cart across the lot. When she sees him, she freezes, then pushes her cart forward in front of a parked van that shields her, but only momentarily. He pulls the trigger.
Chaos erupts. Shoppers scatter as Crusius walks calmly toward the front doors, firing his weapon. On the way, he walks and shoots. He sprays bullets into a cluster of adults from the Fusion soccer team, injuring Luis Calvillo, the coach, and killing his father, Jorge Calvillo, who is visiting from out of town.
The gunman walks through the store as if he owns it.
An elderly man emerges from the men’s room and unwittingly walks into his path. He tries to flee as fast as he can. Crusius shoots him in the back of the head. Emotionless, Crusius walks by his body, lying face down on the store floor. He doesn’t look down.
He heads toward the line of fast food joints and the bank that are just inside the entrance.
Families are screaming and diving under tables. Later, some survivors will recall watching the shooter’s shoes slowly pass bodies, as they tried to melt into the floor or pretended to be dead.
When the shooting took place, an estimated 3,000 people were inside the Walmart. Authorities announced that day that 20 had died, but the number rose to 22 within 48 hours and to 23 almost nine months later. (Joel Ángel Juárez/Agence France-Presse)
In their scramble for safety, shoppers run straight through racks of clothes, and items scatter across the floor. Other people stand motionless, clearly in shock, clutching their shopping carts. A shopper ushers a woman clutching a bag of frozen shrimp to safety, the woman holding on to her bag for dear life.
Pilar Estrada, from Casas Grandes, Mexico, has been showing her husband their daughter’s first school outfit via FaceTime. She hears a loud bang. She hangs up as she hears frantic parents crying out to one another to cover their children’s eyes. She thinks, A devil may be on the loose.
A family cowers behind a wheelchair they had purchased for a relative. But Crusius sees them. They lock eyes for what feels like an eternity but is a few seconds. He passes by, continuing to spray gunfire. The family runs to their car and drives nonstop to their home 12 hours away in Mexico.
Crusius moves toward the registers as cashiers flee. A man finds he is trapped and crouches low on the floor, which is running red with blood. He pokes his head above the counter to see if the gunman has passed. It is a fatal mistake.
The gunman sees another customer crouching at the checkout line — Angelina Englisbee, according to eyewitnesses and people close to the investigation — and shoots her.
He turns toward the tiny bank lobby, where a man is hiding behind a column. After shooting him point blank, he turns his attention toward Javier Rodríguez and his uncle, Octavio.
Octavio has been waiting in line to open a bank account. When he hears the gunshots, he screams for Javier to come his way. The gunman leans over a counter and shoots Javier. Octavio is shot in the leg.
As the shooter heads toward other shoppers, André Anchondo, a former high school linebacker, throws himself over his wife, Jordan, and their 2-month-old baby, Paul. André is fatally shot in the back.
After Crusius leaves, a shopper picks up Paul and runs for safety. The Anchondo family calls him “The Angel” and will not know his identity for months. He is later identified as a transient who moved to Memphis.
Less than three minutes have passed. What happens next still baffles people close to the investigation. Before Crusius lies an escape route. He can simply drive toward I-10 and flee town.
Instead, he loops back toward the main entrance of Walmart. He sees police cruisers and emergency vehicles behind him. He stops his car.
People close to the investigation suspect he then thought about pulling the trigger on himself. In his online writing, he envisioned being killed by police during the attack and said capture was a far worse fate. If he survived, he wrote, he’d have to live knowing his family despised him and would face the death penalty.
At 11:06 a.m., he steps out of his car and surrenders to two police officers.
“I am the shooter,” he says, explaining he came to El Paso to kill Mexicans.
The officers are Hispanic. They calmly cuff him.
Later that day, authorities will announce that 20 people have died — 14 of them 60 or older — and dozens more are injured.
About 48 hours later, the toll will rise to 22. Nearly nine months later, El Paso Fusion soccer coach Guillermo “Memo” García will die after undergoing nearly 50 surgeries and never leaving intensive care. He will be the 23rd fatality.
Crusius will face 90 federal charges to which he will enter a plea of not guilty. Each federal charge holds a sentence of death or life in prison. He will plead not guilty, too, to capital murder charges in the state case in which prosecutors will seek the death penalty.
Gilbert Anchondo, the father, greets his auto body shop employees and his first client of the day. He makes small talk, then sits down for a cup of coffee in his office. He calls his son André to check in with him.
But André doesn’t answer. Unusual, his father thinks. He always picks up, or texts back. It is just after 10:30 a.m. In a little while his other son, Tito, will call to tell him about the shooting at a nearby Walmart.
At the Englisbee home, Will, the son, is sleeping in. He suddenly wakes up, rattled, from a dream in which he saw a flash of light. Minutes later, his sister is banging on his bedroom door in a panic. She tells him there’s been a shooting at the mall.
They move through the house and discover their mother isn’t home.
They phone her but get no answer.
They call their brother, Rick Englisbee, who’s flying back to El Paso from Florida. He spoke that morning to their mother, who said she was at Walmart. The conversation ended at 10:34 a.m. Will holds out hope. Maybe she ran and dropped her phone. Maybe she got out.
Dina Lizarde, the mother, receives a panicked call from her brother, Octavio, shortly after 11 a.m. from Walmart to tell her that her son Javier is dead. She can’t believe what she is hearing. She needs to see for herself.
Dina rushes with her sister to Walmart, but police block her way. She pleads. Her son is inside, she says. She and her sister are turned away.
They head to the hospital. She imagines someone telling her where her son is and how soon she can expect him to recover. The hospital has no information.
By noon, families start trickling into a hastily designated reunification center. It’s at MacArthur Elementary-Intermediate School, a few miles south of the Walmart.
About 2 p.m., Will’s sister Connie calls his home. No word yet from their mother. Will decides to wake up his teenage sons. He tells them Angelina is missing.
They, too, head toward the Walmart, find it barricaded, and go to the school.
At the auto shop about 2:30 p.m., Gilbert’s other son, Tito, 28, answers the phone.
“Can you help us identify this person?” a nurse asks.
The body of Jordan, Tito’s sister-in-law, is at University Medical Center hospital where the Apple watch on her wrist has not stopped ringing. Tito describes her blond hair and tattoos.
There’s a pause.
“I’m so sorry. We don’t usually do this over the phone,” the nurse says.
Back at the reunification center, some families learn their relatives made it out or are alive at the hospital. By late afternoon, only about 20 people remain, including the Englisbees, the Anchondos and Dina Lizarde. Authorities tell them to return Sunday.
After a sleepless night, Dina returns to the school. She’s surrounded by family members. Authorities confirm Javier’s death.
She screams to the heavens.
Gilbert Anchondo was born in El Paso and raised in Juárez. Late at night, he thinks of his son André and wonders: What if he had stayed in Juárez and raised his family there? Sure, the violence there is out of control, but “not where I was raised,” he says.
In mid-October, Gilbert went to Crusius’ arraignment. He sat with other victims’ families, including Will. When Gilbert saw the accused enter the court, one of the few white faces in a sea of brown, “It was like a walking body without a soul,” he said.
Gilbert’s unsure whom to blame. His conservative, pro-business views led him to become a Republican long ago. He certainly doesn’t blame President Donald Trump, whom he met with his son, daughter and wife when Trump visited El Paso.
Crusius came to town to create evil,” Gilbert says. “But I want to believe that it was not him. I want to believe that it was the spirit in him.”
Dina is surrounded by love and support from her co-workers at Walmart. It’s going home she fears. Days of celebration are now days of sorrow.
On a visit with a reporter, she lights another candle on a table that serves as the first of several altars dedicated to her son. They include soccer trophies, jerseys, portraits and a tiny pair of boots he wore when he was a year old.
Javier loved soccer and dreamed of playing for Barcelona. He joked that he would never leave his mother and thought about someday working for the Border Patrol.
“I miss him so much,” Dina says as she bursts into tears. “I dread going home to an empty house every day. He was supposed to grow old and look after me, look after one another.”
Dina wants Crusius’ relatives to hear from her. She shares a message for a reporter to deliver.
Larry Brown, the grandfather of Patrick Crusius, answers the door to his Allen home, a two-story large brick house. His neighborhood near the Allen Premium Outlet Mall is a portrait of blissful suburban living and affluence. Brown is followed by two barking poodle mixes.
Brown politely explains he can’t open the door and adds: “I can’t hear.”
But he cracks it and accepts a note from a reporter:
*We have a message from the mother of the youngest victim, 15-year-old Javier Rodríguez.
She asked me to tell you that she doesn’t blame you or your family for what happened in El Paso August 3.
She said she prays for you and your grandson Patrick Crusius. And she forgives him.*
He begins to shake. He folds the note and whispers, “Thank you.”
Asked if he has anything more to say, he pauses to gather himself and repeats, “Thank you.”
His head hangs as he turns away, followed by the two dogs, wagging their tails. The door closes.
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