Since we're in for another round of Spider-Verse, I thought it would be fun to see what kind of Spider-People we here would/could come up with. Mine would be something like this...
[WARNING! Potential Cringe Incoming!]
Malibu, California.
Pro surfer Eugene "Flash" Thompson, is chilling with his best friend, Mary Jane Watson. The two have been inseparable since middleschool. Flash protected the shy, but brilliant red head from bullies. While MJ helped the big hearted, but scatterbrained blonde with his schoolwork. For them, life is good.
Today, however they find the beach completely packed with tourists. So Flash decides to go someplace that's always empty. MJ retorts that, that's because it's privately owned, and that this is trespassing. But Flash assures her that the old Oscorp warehouse is long abandoned. And a perfectly good beach is going to waste!
But, when they get to the beach, they spy some suspicious activity at the supposedly derelict warehouse. Going in for a closer look, they find hired thugs loading up barrel upon barrel of hazardous toxic waste. That they plan on dumping into the ocean!
Before they can retreat, a spider crawls out from between the leaky barrels. And bites Flash on the hand, causing him to cry out in pain. Flash tells MJ to run, as he tackles one of the goons to buy time.
But Flash begins to feel light headed, as the electric feeling in his hand spreads up his arm into his body. He blacks out, and after strange fever dreams, awakens to find himself tied to a chair.
One of the goons is on the phone with "the boss" who doesn't sound happy. After he hangs up, he informs his colleague that they're to "dispose of" the interloper. As they approach Flash, he begins to feel a strange tingling, and an overwhelming felling of danger! He strains against the handcuffs. And to his surprise, they shatter like nothing! This equally amazes the thugs, who quickly draw their firearms.
Getting that tingly feeling again, Flash instinctively jumps. Leaping all the way to the roof! Which he sticks to! The goons, now completely gobsmacked, take aim at the freak on the ceiling. Flash puts up his hand defensively, only for white sticky goo to shoot out of his wrists, covering the henchmen.
Flash has no idea what's going on. But he takes this opportunity to jump out the window and run home. After finding Mary Jane, and informing of all that happened, she runs some tests in her lab. And determines that the mutated spider, has somehow combined it's DNA with Flash's. Giving him the abilities of an arachnid!
Flash trains with his new powers for a few days, while MJ keeps an eye on the warehouse with some of her drones. It seems that they're going ahead with the toxic dumping! And have tripled their guard.
Realizing that they are the only ones who can stop it, MJ makes Flash a costume, to conceal his identity.
Meanwhile at the warehouse, "the boss" Norman Osborn shows up. Very displeased that he had to cut short his meetings overseas to get this bungled dumping operation back on track.
Just then, using his webs to create a sail, Flash parasurfs his board through one of the windows! Catching everyone completely off guard. As Flash uses his incredible strength and speed to take down the army of armed thugs. Norman picks up one of their guns. "If you want something done right..." He thinks, as he takes aim at the back of Flash's head.
But just as he pulls the trigger, Flash uses his new found "Spider Sense" to duck out of the way of the shot. "Not today, you old Goblin!" He quips as he kicks Norman back into the stack of barrels. The Billionaire screams in agony, as on of them breaks open. Spraying him with it's toxic contents.
His driver quickly throws a blanket over him, and shuffles him into his limousine. Speeding away, just as police sirens approach, drawn by the noise of the gunfire. Flash decides his work is done. And leaves before the police arrive and question the strange man in the mask.
As they sit, and watch the sunrise over the ocean, Flash tells MJ that their home is truly beautiful. But that there are people--not just Norman--who will exploit, and ruin that beauty if they can.
And now that he has this power, it's his responsibility to protect it. MJ says that they'll do it together. Mary Jane Watson, and Eugene "Flash" Thompson. AKA...
The Radical! Spider-Dude!
[Epilogue]
Norman Osborn lays covered in bandages, and hooked up to beeping medical machines in the master bedroom of his Malibu mansion. He lays, and watches the Daily Bugle News Network. Oscorp stock has taken a hit. But his army of spin doctors, and corporate lawyers have done their jobs well.
All the blame well be laid at "rogue elements" within Oscorp. And of course nothing is traceable back to him.
But before he can get too relaxed, the news shifts to talking about Malibu's newest sensation. The masked hero that calls himself "Spider-Dude".
Norman begins to feel his blood boil at the mere sight of that accursed wallcrawler. Norman gets out of bed, and stalks over to his 90' TV. And smashes it with his fist! Upon seeing his reflection in the now darkened glass of the ruined screen, he begins to frantically tear at his bandages.
His eyes glow a toxic yellow. His features are sunken, with sickly green splotches all over his skin. His ears are pointed. His teeth are like jagged fangs. His finger nails like hardened, razor sharp claws!
At the sight of himself Norman begins to laugh manically. "What was it that boy called me again? Oh, yeah..."
Goblin!
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So there it is! What's your idea for a Spider-hero/villain/other? And no, it doesn't have to be as long or rambling as mine. A simple idea will suffice. I just had to get that out of my head. Been rattling around in there for awhile LoL!

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“Are you sure about this?” Comms called through the short-wave, Willin’s headset crackling only slightly louder than the pouring rain. It was distorted and covered the timbre of his voice, but it worked.
He checked the batteries on his guns, both pistol and rifle topped off. The pistol was secured into the holster on his hip, the rifle slung across his chest over the heat-plate designed to dissipate any plasma that might hit it. His armour wouldn’t do the best against kinetic armaments—it was never designed to go against a railgun—but military personnel were rarely given those anyway. Too inefficient.
“As sure as I can be,” he replied, checking his harness. Two spare batteries, four ration packs, water, the transmitter that fed into his headset, some assorted tools for unlikely scenarios, and a knife tucked into his boot. The footwear was typically used for traversing hostile environments or boarding operations—the material thick and cumbersome—but it worked just fine for him. He had gotten used to wearing it.
He opted not to bother with the helmet. It would limit his senses in a place like this, the EW field making even the most basic function disorienting. Tech adjusted the physical scope on her rifle, though her favourite weapons were the two Compact Anti-personnel and Rapid Discharge systems she had attached to her hips—the CARDs being designed to switch between rapid-shot clusters to suppress a wide area, and a single-fire mode better suited to more precise requirements. The larger weapon was mostly for show—there was hardly a reason to carry an Anti-Material Rifle to begin with—but it didn’t hurt to counter possible armour.
The purple-furred female’s true weaponry rested both on and under her armour, her augments and the equipment linked to them making her a mobile Electronic Warfare platform. Though much of her abilities would be limited in scope here, she was still more than capable of supporting him. He would be relying on her to dissuade any action against them, as well as using her modifications to keep them in the loop.
She looked like an oddly-coloured female, but she was closer to a walking EMP and scanner rolled into one.
“Short-wave is stable, if a bit distorted,” Willin continued, flicking some of the water off his fur. “Tech will try to keep the signal clean, but no promises. Comms, Nav, you two are keeping the craft warm and ready.”
“Understood, Leader,” Nav replied, their androgynous voice warbling slightly. “Estimated time-frame?”
“Long enough for you two to figure out the ration-packets.”
Comms laughed over the headset. “Nav would rather lick the floors.”
“Just don’t get too distracted with each other while we’re gone,” Willin teased through his smirk, Tech rolling her eyes at him.
“The same could be said for you, Leader. Don’t get too caught up making ‘friends’ with the locals.”
“Or Tech,” Nav added dryly. Their tone hovering between annoyance at the jibes regarding Comms and Nav’s occasional fling, and amusement at the suggestion Tech was interested in pursuits of the flesh with the crew at all. She might be, but she had a habit of dropping the thermostat of whichever room belonged to whoever made the comment, so it was safer to just assume she was off-limits.
“Cold room,” Tech responded casually as she adjusted her audio interface, Nav sighing loud enough for it to be picked up. Comms laughed in a way that suggested he was thankful for Tech’s assistance in ensuring Nav would be seeking a warm bed for the moon. Willin shook his head, hoping that they didn’t need to extract in any particular hurry.
It was easier to get in the air when your two remaining crew weren’t otherwise occupied.
“Batteries green. Supplies green. Short-wave sufficient,” he reported, receiving confirmations from Tech. “Operation is to establish communication with local Grand Hunter and receive compliance, information on other packs, and facilitate reintroduction to structure.”
“Alternative is to report pack as non-compliant and pursue other Grand Hunters,” Tech added, repeating what they went over earlier. “My augments are heavily limited, but we should be able to deal with it.”
“Are you sure that you two can manage hostilities?” Comms asked, his voice faltering slightly. Though they had been assigned to the scout craft at random, they had grown rather close as a unit over their time. If it wasn’t for the professional obligations prohibiting it, they might have all decided to move into a den together—they were that intimately familiar with each other. As it was, they would likely be reassigned to serve elsewhere after their current mission was complete.
Such was the life of those like them.
“Tech has more equipment under her fur than our ship has installed—weakened or not,” Willin assured the male. He shot a pointed look at the female. “She’s also under direct order to return in the event things become too dangerous. Alone, if required.”
Tech scowled, but nodded anyway. Comms grunted their understanding. “Leader?”
“Yeah?”
A moment of pause. “Nothing. Come back, okay?”
“Will do my best, Comms. Nav, keep an eye on him.”
“It will be done, Leader. Stay safe.”
He placed a paw to his headset, hovering over the button to cut the transmission. “You too.”
“Ready to go?” Tech asked, slinging her AMR over her back and re-securing her CARDs. Willin double checked his auxiliary equipment, hoping that he didn’t need to use any of it. Nodding, he gestured for her to follow, the two leaving behind the craft to slip into the woods.
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“Something up?” he asked, raising a brow at Tech. The female was fidgety, restless and scanning their surroundings more than required. She might have heard something, but the thunderous hiss of rain drowned out most everything—it was part of the reason they waited for it.
She wore a reluctant expression, her eyes flickering to the silver and gold trees for a moment. “Prox’ is going wild.”
“Proximity sensor effected?” he queried, feeling the weight of his weapons tug on his body. Tech nodded.
“It’s weak. I think the ‘spike is messing with it—along with everything else—but it’s reporting…a lot.”
“Moving?”
She shook her head, a paw twitching over a CARD. “Not until we go past them.”
He joined her in looking around, shaking off water uselessly. “Wildlife?”
“This stealthy?”
Willin shrugged. “The message mentioned that it was different.”
“Details would have been nice,” she grumbled in return, waving her paw to get him moving again, though she kept one on her weapon.
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“Visual,” he reported, lowering the rifle from his shoulder. “Anything?”
Tech shook her head, still on a swivel. “Prox’ is still lit up, but at this point it might be less distracting to shut it off.”
“Keep it. Rather have it telling us things are around all the time than miss something big because we got annoyed.”
She sighed, tapping her audio interface twice to change the song she had playing. “What do you see?”
“Low fences, but dense buildings. Lots of traffic despite the weather. Looks like they’re used to it. Think they know we’re here?”
“Doubt it. Gear?”
He shouldered his weapon to look through the scope. “No guns, but lots of melee. Armour seems to be a mix of leather and metal. Can’t say what kind.”
Tech pulled her AMR to look, Willin shifting to keeping lookout. “No guns…” She shot him a look. “I’m not sure if that’s reassuring, or worrying.”
He shrugged. “The less I need to get shot at with, the better.”
“The goal is to not give them reason to.”
“Well, I can’t be perfect all the time.”
Tech laughed, the banter easing her nerves. “You’d have to start, Leader.”
With a roll of his eyes, he patted her shoulder with the back of his paw. “Let’s get moving. Diplomacy doesn’t do itself.”
The purple-furred female sighed, likely biting back another quip as she nodded.
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It went better than expected. So far, anyway.
They had approached the settlement proper, received what could be described as a ‘lukewarm’ welcome, then were told to follow several Lilhuns donning black leather and far too many daggers. Their escorts kept a close eye on the guns that they brought, but no one had made any comments about them yet. It was encouraging, but also worrying.
“Still nothing?” he muttered, quiet enough to not be heard by the others, but loud enough for Tech. She seemed hesitant, glancing over to one of the taller structures as they passed through, but gave a subtle shrug.
“Static is messing with my augments,” she grumbled. “Could be none, could be a few snipers. I can’t tell.”
He exhaled heavily. It was a bit of a blessing that her modifications were working at all, but it was easy enough to see that she felt bare without all the little tweaks she had gotten used to.
Willin never actually got the chance to learn all the tricks she was capable of—it was against policy to ask and she never saw fit to talk about it—but of the ones he did know; her proximity sensor, jammer, and ship integration were her favourites.
It was hard to board her ship if she knew where you were, locked up your gun, then spaced the room you were in, all without closing her game. He was pretty sure she was disappointed that she had only gotten to do that once.
“New ones, the Grand Hunter will see you soon,” an escort informed them as they drew near the Atmospheric Entry Craft that acted as a den for the one they were here to meet. They didn’t know the name yet, nor were they given the chance to do more than say why they were there. He had gotten as far as saying he was from the United Military before the people welcoming them scurried off to get someone else.
He busied himself by inspecting the buildings leading up to the AEC, some being a respectable three floors. Newer constructions seemed to differ in method, the beams a charred ashen colour rather than the same odd silver wood. Why they had elected to burn the materials, he didn’t know, but it seemed to be what they decided to do.
A surprising amount of the population carried a curved stick over their shoulder, the ends tied together by a string. Some attached lengths of a similar material to their leathers, one end made with a small loop as it dangled. The catch they carried to what looked to be a hunter’s lodge suggested it was used during their hunting, but he couldn’t fathom how.
Dragging his attention from the crowd, he eyed the large shuttle.
The massive main doors looked to have been damaged, though a structure had been attached since, leaving the stuck-open entrance to seem less like the result of a hard landing. The gentle hum of the internal power generation was absent, the required energy for what was still working being drawn from large solar panels that had been installed into skylights in the ceiling. The cloud-laden weather dimmed the light that illuminated the inside, but it was serviceable enough. Whatever power was produced, it was being funnelled somewhere that wasn’t servicing the majority of the craft.
Wide halls were populated by Lilhuns and spotted with doorways, the majority propped open since they were programmed to shut in the event of a power outage, lest explosive decompression eject whomever was occupying the room—along with anyone nearby in the hallway, should they be so unlucky.
It was customized, that much was obvious. Several rooms that would have been sparsely populated with anything other than beds were instead modified into training rooms and gyms. Densely packed barracks contrasted against large storage areas filled with various goods, pelts and metal weapons lining various shelves. Newer accommodations had been installed for more of those curved staffs, smaller pointed sticks stacked in piles nearby.
They progressed deeper and deeper into the confines of the shuttle, the common sight of the local pack trickling away, none seeming to have business this far in. Gruffer and more observant Lilhuns became the only people they saw while the hallways narrowed into tighter quarters, what might have fit cargo vehicles now only allowing a few shoulder widths, doorways becoming less common. The wary eyes and darkened clothing paired with the occasional dyed fur of those they passed—black seeming to be the dominant colour.
“In here,” an escort grunted, jabbing their jaw towards an isolated door. A paw was held out as they tried to step forward. “Weapons.”
Tech’s paw twitched towards one of her CARDs, the act of Willin relinquishing his pistol and rifle stopping her from snapping it into rapid-fire and burning the air with plasma. She glared at him for a few seconds before doing the same, the escort smirking.
“You will have them returned. The Grand Hunter is not so desolate as to pilfer the possessions of those who come merely to speak.”
He wasn’t worried about it. The guns were coded to them and Tech could fry them if it came down to it. Well, he wasn’t sure if she could do it with the warp-spike messing with things, but the lock should be enough. The knife in his boot went unnoticed, so it wasn’t like he was completely unarmed anyway.
Tech followed suit, subtly glaring at him the whole time. He shrugged, there wasn’t much they could do about it. They were the ones seeking an audience with the most influential person here.
Satisfied, the escort pulled the door open, the quiet whirring of the unpowered servos accenting the air. They revealed a larger office adorned with little but the most base necessity, a wood and steel desk covered in papers, a chair seeming to be the only extravagant item within—though it was purely for the ergonomics, rather than any aesthetic reason—and the male sat upon it was leafing through a collection of documents while twirling an orange needle-like object in his paw.
The distinct lack of any guards to protect the Grand Hunter was surprising, but that took a back seat to the owner of the room.
Dark grey fur, a clouded eye that retained its sharpness, scars peeking beyond the confines of his leather clothing—the thick hides sporting metal scales sewn onto them. An ear flicked in their direction, the membrane cut at several points. He placed down his papers, leaning forward in his chair as he clasped his paws on the desk, a friendly smile donned that failed to convey anything but malice.
“Greetings, new ones,” the male offered in a cheery tone, the low rumble and gravelled texture of his voice carrying both humour and curiosity. He focused on Tech for a moment, his eyes narrowing over the affable expression before he regarded both of them equally. He gestured to the seating opposite of his desk some small distance away. Close enough to meet, yet far enough that it was made abundantly clear who was in charge.
Willin bowed his head politely, walking the distance and sitting where he was provided. Tech followed suit after a brief hesitation, her unfocused eyes snapping to him with frustration. His raised brow was met with a longer blink—her augments were reporting something that made no sense again.
“Now then,” the dark grey-furred male said, moving some of the documents on his desk to a stack. “What might bring you to me?”
“Forgive me, Grand Hunter…” Willin opened, prodding for a name.
The male simply maintained his attentive posture instead of providing. Willin adjusted his sleeve and decided it was more important to continue than dig for information that he could get by asking anyone who lived in the settlement.
“As for why we’re here; we represent the United Military, responding to a distress call. We have forwarded the request and were tasked with ascertaining the state of affairs before the fleets arrive to assist.”
The Grand Hunter nodded. “Yes, that much I could have surmised from your clothing alone.”
Tech raised a brow as the dark green-furred soldier forced a smile. “Of course. More specifically, we would like to speak with you about what you know of the others of your station, as well as discuss the reintegration of your pack.”
The smile of the grey-furred male widened. “You wish to make a deal?”
Tech’s gaze flickered to several points in the room, her brow furrowing as she jettisoned a huff in frustration. Willin took a moment to consider his plan of action, nodding when he didn’t see the harm.
“I believe we can come to an arrangement. Within reason, of course.”
The Grand Hunter chuckled as the needle he was playing with disappeared at a flick of his wrist. “Of course, of course. Deal, agreements, arrangements, contracts.” The emphasis on the final item tickled something in the back of Willin’s mind. “Itemize it. What do you seek of me? It is rather disorganized to ask without quantifying, no? So…messy.”
“We want information on the other packs. Who leads them, number of members, where their settlements are,” Tech stated tersely, ignoring the disapproving glance Willin gave. “We also need to work on integrating those packs back into the UM—preferably with yourself setting precedent.”
The male’s face grew thoughtful. “As well as forgiveness, though that will cost quite the amount.”
Willin frowned. “Forgiveness? For not knowing your name?”
The Grand Hunter returned a blank stare, a dangerous grin spreading slowly. “Tell me, new ones, do you know of Avalon?”
Tech’s face hardened, her answer slow and cautious. “We do, though only through description.”
The male’s voice fell low. Quiet, yet powerful. His elbows on the table suddenly felt like a far greater threat than any armament. “Do you know the debt your superiors have incurred?”
“I don’t believe we have even had the chance to introduce ourselves,” Willin interjected, noticing Tech’s discomfort, her eyes darting around the room nervously.
“You need not,” the Grand Hunter remarked smugly. “You are forbidden from giving your names, no? Locked behind titles of station, merged and scattered at the whims of your masters. Soldiers who do not exist, yet sit within my office.”
Tech pawed for a CARD, forgetting that she had been disarmed at the door. Willin felt the weight of his knife pull on his boot. The male chuckled as he leaned back in his chair.
“But, given that you did not flee, I will give the benefit of the doubt regarding the debt. Though, it will make offering you more than your lives difficult.”
“What debt?” Willin pressed, receiving a flippant wave of the male’s paw.
“It matters not. I have more pressing matters than hearing why I should join the ranks of that which I supersede.”
“Matters such as?”
The Grand Hunter raised a brow. “You are being given the opportunity to leave whole, new one. I advise you to accept.”
Willin shook his head, ignoring Tech’s pointed look. “We need information. From the message we received, not everyone is as well off as you, and we intend to amend that. What can we trade for it?”
The male clasped his paws over his stomach, passively humouring them. “What do you offer? You may seek the details of the others, but I am not inclined to merely supply it.”
“Supplies, priority cooperation when the UM arrives.”
A chortle sounded out. “We are self sufficient. Such matters little.”
“Is there anything you would want?”
The Grand Hunter smirked, placing a paw on the table as the other produced another needle—this one a more yellow hue, the specifics of its shape blurring as it spun between his claws. “Your superiors asked me a favour. Data. How far could they push the Lilhun body before ligaments broke, the mind following shortly after? How twisted can we shape the psyche of kits?”
The temperature of the room seemed to chill, a twitch of the male’s lips pulling his muzzle into a slight snarl.
“They sought my kit to participate, after a time. Unfortunately, her will aligned—despite my reservations. In return, she would be wiped from the records. Ephemeral, never having existed to begin with. Never suffering the whims of those who became drunk on sending my Blades to their end, never finding their other.” The gravel to his voice turned to broken glass. “Yet your betters violated the agreement. Broke the contract. They pulled her into your service, hid the fact from me, and had the gall to fabricate a story to coincide. Were it not for a particular series of favours I was owed, I would have been still planet-side in our system instead of here.”
The dark grey-furred male smirked, his demeanour relaxing. “It seems she has found what she sought. Without need for my meddling, at that. A shame, really. I had several competent males selected—those who could wield what she had become. Those who might give her what her blood-mother failed to gain.” He paused for a moment, a fraction of longing piercing through the scarred exterior. “Regardless, all I would have wanted has been gained. She is content, and I am crafting that which shall accept her when she is ready. Your military will only muddy that which I have achieved, were they to dig their claws into my work.”
“Their actions are separate from ours,” Willin countered, thankful that the impending conflict had seemingly resolved itself.
“Grand Hunter,” Tech addressed the male, an eye flicking to the ceiling for a fraction. “We were able to see that there are a fair number of settlements, but we need the information to do our job.”
“And your task would interfere with my own,” the grey-furred male reiterated, a polite—if bored—expression returned.
“What if we could ensure that it didn’t?”
The disinterest in the male’s eyes slipped into curiosity. “You seek to trade sovereignty for information? You hold such power?”
“We do,” Willin confirmed, surprised that Tech would offer. “Though you would be disregarding the support of the United Military, we could arrange an agreement of territory on this planet. It’s not as if we could populate the entirety of it within several of our lifetimes anyway.”
The Grand Hunter stared, each moment more uncomfortable than the last. Eventually, he smirked. “Information and the disregarding of the sins your betters inflicted upon me, for sovereignty…and a singular favour.”
“Favour?”
“Indeed,” he replied confidently, reaching into his desk to produce writing implements and paper. “You see, my kit has pledged herself to someone of curiosity. I thought him worthless. Weak. Yet he has performed a duty befitting her Sheath, and I suppose I should reward it.”
Scribbling ceased, impeccable penmanship crafting a contract that was slid forward on the tabletop. He continued after gesturing for Willin to approach.
“Seek him last, give him what information you have gathered, then heed his request,” the male said through his smirk. “I do so look forward to seeing what becomes of it.”
The dark green-furred male perused the document, stipulations and all finely articulated, as if the Grand Hunter lived and breathed transaction. A few points needed to be addressed, mostly possible abuse cases within the fine print, but it was surprisingly fair. There was some worry about the otherwise excessive cost of breaking the contract, but Willin figured that it would be reasonable enough considering the circumstances.
Signing, he gestured Tech to do the same as a witness, the two of them representing the UM for all intents and purposes. It was hardly the first time they had made agreements like this, though trading such a large area on a planet they held no prior influence on was a first.
The Grand Hunter confirmed the terms and conditions with them one last time, smiling when they both nodded.
“Good! Now, for what you seek.” The male rummaged through a few drawers, producing a series of papers that were lined over the desk towards them. “The non-aggression treaty, as well as what my Blades have observed from their scouting.”
Willin read over each, the documents sorted by Grand Hunter, then by who they had under them. His brow raised at a few reports, but questions could wait. The male seemed happy to let them read, so he wanted to take advantage of it. Tech scanned over everything when Willin was done, her augments allowing her to commit the information to a digital memory for future reference back on the ship.
“There are quite a few names marked with this,” Tech noted aloud, pointing to a symbol next to several of the Grand Hunters and their extended packs. The grey-furred male nodded.
“Those have been eliminated or subsumed.”
Willin frowned, parsing the documents again. Mi’low, Toril, and a few others were designated as such. Looking through, only about four seemed to be free of the distinction. He looked questioningly to the male, a grin returned with a separate stack of paper, titled with a single name.
Hasen.
The notation was rather dense, though not in information that Willin was expecting. Instead of settlements or High and Low Hunters, it was laden with mentions of those belonging to the previously marked Grand Hunters. His eyes widened as he connected the dots.
“Hasen is trying to be a Master Hunter.”
“Correct,” the male confirmed cheerily. “He is integrating other packs into his command and eliminating those who refuse. It has become quite an issue as of late.”
Though Grand Hunters could be assigned the moniker by owning territory and a willing pack—assuming they have the force required to defend it—a Master Hunter must own magnitudes more. It was typically achieved by integrating Grand Hunter packs and their subservients through mutual benefit, but taking it by force was a lesser used method.
Given that he had already either taken or purged several, it wouldn’t be a stretch of the imagination to assume he would press it to include here.
Willin heard Tech curse under her breath, their promise of sovereignty obligating them to interfere. To allow a member of the military—stranded or not—free action against the grey-furred male’s territory would be the same as endorsing it, now that they were aware. It would be hostility by the UM in all but name, and the consequences that had seemed somewhat extreme before now hung over their heads like an executioner’s axe.
A dark, deep chuckle broke the two of them out of thought. “Contracts, new ones,” the Grand Hunter started, a cold Void pooling in his eyes, “are not to be thought trivial. Do not break them.”
“It was a trap,” Tech snarled, jabbing a claw at the report in her paw. “You set us up.”
“Did I?” the male asked innocently. “You offered self-governance, non-interference, and non-aggression.”
“You withheld information!”
The Grand Hunter smiled, a shiver sent down Willin’s spine. “You agreed without doing proper research.”
Willin held a paw out to stop Tech from storming the male. “The contract is signed, Tech.”
“It’s invalid!” she snarled at him, receiving a cold look in return.
“Do you want to be the one to tell command that we allowed damn near genocide of a crew we were here to assist, just because we were too stubborn to adhere to an agreement?” he countered calmly. “This ‘Hasen’ is wiping almost a year's worth of survival, botanical, and every other specialized knowledge gained, just because he wants to control a section of a planet. This doesn’t change anything, it just means we know what we’re going into.”
“I like him,” the Grand Hunter opined with a grin. “He sees the value that my proposition offers.”
“What’s stopping us from just tearing up the contract right now and leaving you to your fate?” Tech barked.
“Your companions in your craft—quite the ship, might I add—would be a notable starting point.”
The two of them paused, eyes widened. The dark grey-furred male laughed again.
“Your proximity sensor has been reporting since you landed, no?” he asked, pointing to the equipment on Tech’s harness. “It must have been rather vexing, yes? Is it the warp-spike? Is it some army of the unknown? The uncertainty of never confirming what it tells you. The whispers of doubt that follow.”
“I’m surprised you recognized what it was,” Willin replied with a level tone. He didn’t like where this was going. The male offered a smile.
“Wildlife here is especially elusive. Skittish. Ceasing all motion while predators are near and silencing themselves.” Tech and Willin exchanged a glance as the male waved a paw dismissively. “It makes for rather intensive training for my Blades. To hunt without disturbing them. My kit was a natural in such regard, but others have slowly approached such a threshold.”
He folded his paws on the desk. “Your ship is currently being observed by them now, weaponry trained on the defences you thought so adequate. Surely you noticed the lack of guns, yes?”
“The distress message mentioned the lack of them was due to how urgent evacuation was,” Willin added cautiously.
“Yes, quite. I made sure to lock the armouries after taking enough to establish my power,” the male confirmed with a half-shrug. “Among those were rifles not dissimilar to the rifle that the purple one there brought with her.” He leaned back in his chair. “Sufficient to pierce the hull and whoever occupies the space behind it, no?”
Tech’s eyes unfocused, snapping to Willin with a fear behind them. The Grand Hunter spun his quill, unconcerned by the events.
“Your short-wave has been temporarily disabled. You can not warn them.”
“Threatening us to compliance?” Willin asked without emotion to his tone. He needed to keep things from escalating.
“Ensuring you understand the consequences of your actions,” the male replied plainly. “When one barters with Avalon, know that breaching such is grounds for death. Of you, and whoever I need to send with you.”
“They didn’t sign this,” Tech argued, kept in line by Willin’s demeanour.
“But you did,” the Grand Hunter returned coldly. “Honour your signature, or regret such in the Void.”
Tech took an enraged step forward, stopped when her throat pressed against a dagger that was slipped in from behind. Willin felt the pressure of a knife to his own.
“Patience, new ones.”
“You took advantage of the interference to sneak assassins into the room?” Willin noted.
“No, my Blades were always here,” the male refuted lazily, nodding at Tech. “She noticed, but was unable to trust what her equipment told her.” He chortled for a moment. “Quite the annoyance, proximity sensors. I feel rather blessed to have the warp-spike rendering them little more than meaningless noise.”
“So this is it? You kill us now, our friends when they refuse to cooperate, then steal what we brought?”
The pressure on his neck faded with a wave of the male’s paw, the assassins being nowhere to be seen.
“Of course not!” the Grand Hunter exclaimed, his voice returning to its affable cadence. “You now know how futile it is to go against me. Fear not, I see no merit in hindering you. As long as you honour your portion of the contract, I will honour mine. It is a certainty that Avalon was founded on.”
Tech rubbed her neck, glancing questioningly at Willin. He gave the male a wary glance, but closed his eyes to concede. They were just going to get everyone killed if they tried to back out of something they had already agreed to.
“Then we have come to an understanding,” the dark grey-furred male announced happily. “As a show of faith, do you have any questions where I might provide clarity?”
The two soldiers glanced at each other, Tech begrudgingly giving Willin the floor. He gestured to the smallest stack of papers. “Who is this? There’s next to nothing about him. Are you withholding information against your contract?”
The Grand Hunter smirked. “That, new ones, is all I could gather from my Blades.”
“You have Lilhuns disappearing in the room a moment after holding a knife to our throats, and they couldn’t scout a settlement?”
“Isn’t it interesting?”
“Enthralling,” Tech commented dryly. The male tapped a claw against his head.
“Think, new ones. What might render my Blades little more than a mild inconvenience?”
Willin’s eyes narrowed. “Other Blades? Better Blades?”
The dark grey-furred male held an expectant smile. “None have been seen, save for my kit.”
“Your kit’s mate is the Grand Hunter? I don’t see one Blade deterring this many,” he admitted, flicking through the pages. Overt, covert, and disguised. None got very far.
“Thus why I believe the male is owed a favour,” the Grand Hunter explained. “I gave them four Blades as a gift. They have become more.” A predatory look of elation cracked through the veneer. “There exists no better Sheath than a Blademaster. Let alone one who surpasses my methods. If she is to succeed me, I would rather no other to accompany her.”
“Says here that he’s an alien,” Willin noted aloud, trying not to voice his surprise. “I’m skeptical.”
“Oh, please do be. It will make hearing about what he asks of you that much more amusing.”
“Any ideas what he might look for from us?” Tech spat, still irritated.
“Oh, I might have an idea,” the male answered cryptically, sliding a small tablet of silver wood across the desk. Willin picked it up to inspect it, two foreign scripts scratched into the surface. With a questioning glance, the Grand Hunter nodded, Willin stashing the tablet into a pouch. “He seeks that which others might not, for reasons as foreign as he himself is. I have little doubt that something related to that trinket will be his wish.”
“Then why visit him last?” the purple-furred female pressed.
“Because it will influence his decision.”
“Which is enough reason for us,” Willin declared with a warning scowl at Tech. She held his gaze before looking away in annoyance.
“Then our meeting is finished,” the male announced, gesturing to the door. It opened, the whirring of servos giving way to the distant ambient chatter of the hallway. Two of the black leather-clad escorts entered the room and awaited them.
“Is there anything we should know that may have not made it to the report about him?” Willin asked before leaving, turning naught but an ear for the response.
The Grand Hunter hummed for a moment. “Do mind your manners surrounding his kit,” he offered. “Or do not, it matters little to me if you survive past honouring the agreement.”
Tech stopped at the doorway, glaring at the male as Willin exited. “We never did get your name.”
His brows raised in interest. “You saw my signature.”
“I would rather hear it from you,” she insisted coolly.
A toothy smile spread over the male’s muzzle. “Grand Hunter Trill; Blademaster of Avalon, Sire of Phantom, and—if I remember correctly—the Weighted Scale, Aspect of Balance.”
“’May he who barter with the Void fear its ire,’” she recited, conviction in her words.
“’Yet he who uphold bathes in its blessing,’ yes,” Grand Hunter Trill replied with a knowing look. “Consider it, new one. To be crushed under the obligations you fail to upkeep, or revel in that which you covet. Do be warned; though I let you and your party leave—” his eye gained a sharp edge. “You are never beyond my influence.”
“May the sun treat you well, Grand Hunter,” she replied tersely, spinning on her pad to leave. Willin glanced back as he waited for her to pass him, seeing nothing but the door closing behind her.
Their weapons were returned, each in the same state as they were confiscated, save for a familiar knife. He scowled as he shifted his footing to reveal that the comforting weight had been removed from his boot. He begrudgingly accepted the blade, tucking it back into the sheath as the Lilhun smirked at him, his mirth at the dark green-furred male’s displeasure evident.
They were escorted out of the shuttle, a pause afforded long enough for Willin to flick up his hood before they continued to the outermost edge of the settlement. As soon as they were outside of the fence, their escorts turned and quickly faded into the buildings.
A crackle came over the headset.
“Leader! Tech! We thought something may have happened,” Comms shouted into the earpiece, genuine worry coating his words.
“Were you unsuccessful?” Nav added, the sound of a small distance between speaker and microphone suggesting they were sharing.
Willin adjusted the strap of his rifle and started walking, Tech following after a lingering glance at the settlement. “We got what we came for, but it might have cost us.”
“It was simply a meeting, no?” Comms asked to clarify.
“If you can call being strung along by an Aspect ‘simple,’ then yes,” Tech growled.
“Aspect?”
“Balance,” Willin provided through a sigh. “Weighted Scale.”
“Receive your heart’s desire at a heavy sacrifice,” Nav commented after a moment, likely referencing something. “What did you give them?”
“Sovereignty and a favour to be paid out to another Grand Hunter.”
“That does not seem too unreasonable,” Comms voiced curiously.
“We’ll talk about it when we get back. I have a feeling that the hole was dug too deep to see the bottom quite yet.”
“There’s a battle brewing,” Tech notified the crew, adjusting her audio interface. For once, it was completely silent. “We got dragged into it.”
The short-wave fell silent.
“What do we do?” Comms questioned quietly, the crackle of the distortion pitching his voice slightly.
Willin snorted, exhaling slowly.
“We made a deal with Avalon, Comms. We honour the contract.”
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Hi! nags-scroll po ako sa FB last week and may nakita akong ads from Accenture. Hiring daw sila ng Software Engineering Associate. So nag apply ako thru FB.
26th of May naka-tanggap ako ng text regarding the role. I checked the requirements and need na graduate ng IT courses or computer science. So di na ako nag proceed since Acctg graduate ako. 30th of May naman nag follow up ulit ang Accenture. Chineck ko ulit ung link and nakita ko na open to any courses yung Functional Development and Application/ Modern Support.
Gusto ko sana mag apply pero magiging available for work pa ako sa October 2023 since nagrereview ako for CPALE. I know na bakit pa ako nag apply sa FB kung di ko naman itutuloy. Akala ko kasi magiging matagal ang reply nila tulad sa ibang big companies na nagiilang months bago ka mareplyan.
I am really interested sa programming and UI/UX design kaya medyo nanghihinayang rin ako.
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So I've been researching like crazy and have a few options in mind that I will post at the end of this post. In the meantime, these are some of the requirements I'm looking for

Capacity:

• 20L

Price:

• $50-$200

Compartments:

• Water bottle compartment
• Sleeve for 14" Macbook
• 2 openings (at least)

Misc.:

• Somewhat of a flat bottom would be great, or at least some stability.
• I like a kind of minimalistic look.

Usage:

I will most likely use this for traveling as a carry-on, or general everyday carry. I travel quite a bit and generally need quick-access compartments for security check-ins. Sometimes I also have to carry two laptops (one for work and a personal).

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Panel Loader Classic from Evergoods. I like it, but unfortunately, it doesn't have a water bottle compartment.
Flight Pack 2 by Aer. This one seems to fit the bill to be honest, but I'm not a fan of the aesthetic look.
RÄVEN 20 by Fjallraven. I really like the look of this one, and it has some very useful compartments. However, I heard the quality isn't incredible and the fact that it doesn't have a stable bottom is a minus.
Daypack Leather by Topo Designs. This one I like a lot. Pockets aren't super accessible but the inner compartments seem quite useful.
Distrcit 18 by Mystery Ranch. This one seems great, but again, not a fan of the look.
Any other suggestions? Perhaps I'm overthinking.

money does not buy freedom

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if it sounds too good to be true it always is and always will be a slave to the jews...and when I do become free they'll make the currency worthless and see how I react and keep a record of it...because they have done it all and seen
it all and they are stronger than me and have more teeth than me which means they have an advantage. When I become financially free women and girls will steal my money so that they can go off to the sunset or send men disguised as women after me...or diseased women and/or girls so that I am forced to pick up shit or nobody.
either way the goal is to control my life..but everything is out there to kill me
the goal was to control the population so we don't fuck and mate and reproduce...love is a crime because they ate meat rather than fish.
death and taxes and cease to exist await me. if it sounds too good to be true it always will be because I am restricted to where I go and what I can do because the person above knows this.
either way this reality does not want me to get away with anything and that fake is the new real and I am not sure if the person you are seeing is really that person or old farts or men and/or boys disguised as females...and that fake is the new real. I'll eventually end up in politics i won't have a choice...
either way this place is to hide the real world and when I do get it they'll kill me off either way or they'll frame me something i didn't do even if it's a thing of fiction...or it will be indian men disguised as females otherwise the disease women and/or diseased females whoever made this matrix did it to screw with me because of religion. I am my own worst enemy anyway...because the information is purposely hidden and the food I eat will make me mortal either way or no fucking..
either way I am my own worst enemy because other men and gay people the goal is to kill me off or if not then and they will devalue or turn me gay or kill me off and she will because she created this and she owns it or nature will...if not other men will get in the way...or the person above will
The goal was to hide the truth and prevent freewill and freedom because rightfully so and limit our free will and freedom because she owns this place - they need me for something...I did not make anything gay people did and that's why they have rigged this game..otherwise use this as target practice i was brought here because they needed me for their political ideology...otherwise eat boys.otherwise fuck my family or turn gay...like what the fuck - is this taboo subject line
besides other men will see more boobs than me because of the jews and men they got that - I won't be able to shapeshift either and they are watching and reading these notes and preventing me from getting a good night's sleep and they have purposely shoved me into a corner because they own this place and are only playing me money to keep quiet so that I push their ideology and they are
the goal is to kill me off so that I can be used part of their game otherwise get run over buhahahha and then they take my place ubhahhaa
A slave to nazis and jews who are smarter than me and hindus and muslims and big brother..
Time has no meaning here and someone is fucking with time and space on purpose...otherwise she kills and tortures each other.
The goal is simple when you can control time and space you can pretty control everything including when I die and they will kill me off buhahahahahahah
hahahahahhahahaha hahahahahhahahaha otherwise leave me all alone buhahhahahahaha
the goal of it was simple to play god with my life and limit my powers on purpose and the scientists and others won and if they conceed to me it's fufilling someone else's ideology....
A slave to friendly fascism...buhahahhaha - I won't have a choice but to join god one group controlling the other..
whether I go left or right or up or down the game is rigged A slave to the male diseease and the adult disease and the boy and gay and parents disease
they purposely injected this virus because they needed me for something the goal was to slow me down or kill me off which they will and when I am born I'll die so that I get recycled I won't have a choice or open my eyes where I won't know and feed me fake stuff appearing real.
The goal was to hide the truth because the truth would hurt and come at a shock...
it's never been to benefit me - I got tortured alright the goal was that there is money to be made in middle the goal was to kill the sex drive otherwise shove it my face so that they can publicly embarras me.
A slave to religion and/or science and they will fuck with me because they have fear buhahahaha because they have the ability to if not then my parents or society or nature will.
which wins every single time...I got turned into a mess because of my father and it's apparently my fault... I won't ever be as handsome because of my race and when I do I'll have to give up more of my privacy for the illusion and they will use this against me in the court of law.
either way I am blacklisted...if not they'll beat up girls
if not then humans will eat for dinner so that i get reunited in america and the way that they got that pretty was because they ate babies...
and this is to benefit others and I'll turn myself into a programmer - i won't have a choice.
only big sister and girls will enjoy real freedom because everyone is diseased if not the gay people
either way this matrix is rigged and that I'll kill myself eventually because of the mango which is money...and then basically become one of the stars
my mind is enslaved and the goal is that i am my own worst enemy...Only the catholics will ever be free or someone close to me or both. Either way the goal is that they'll eventually steal my hard earned money and rightfully so or otherwise destroy me
buhahahhaha nice try bro better luck next time buahahhahahahahaha
hahahaha as long as I accept this form of slavery because they know I am completely defensiveless and that the ball is in the hand of other men and women
The goal of them bringing me here was to avoid the chaos buhahahha
hahaha a slave to the environmentalist who needed me to do their dirty work otherwise pull the plug and then take me away and destroy and ruin the place.
They will drug me or I'll self destruct myself or they'll steal stuff away or they'll take away privileges and ask me to work in the mines. If not then I'll keep working because of my father so that I join their social cult.
The game is rigged whether it's in my favour or not the game is rigged this matrix is smarter than me and they want me to turn against my father in so he either turns against me or continues to look after me and keep me under containment because they needed me to contain a virus and otherwise take over and play this bullshit game of red vs blue vs black - so that the chinese and whites can continue fucking and I am left with the diseased - and I won't have a choice - they will drug me because of other men or eat me for dinner.
Or otherwise torture me so that women can steal my sperm from me...The game is rigged whether it's in my favour or not the person above is stronger than me...
A slave to the pedos who get off to raping kids because they own this place...because other men
They wil torture me because I don't have a choice which is why they turned me into a wuss - my parents know that I am powerless and the person above the same thing buhahhaha
otherwise be on the street naked giggling at me shitting because they own and rule this place because somebody is going to get a hurt real bad.
Money does not buy freedom and when it does it pays for my funeral. If not the jews and others will get in the way or nature will. The game is rigged buhahahha
hahahhahahahahahhahahahaha hahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahhahaha
but women and gay people and boys and our parents will get a free ride in life. The goal is to control nature and basically play god with my life and they won...I am a prisoner of my own home.
I won't have a choice but to get tortured otherwise they'll send the diseased after me if not other men will torture me or women and girls who are diseased will be sent by the orthodontics and dentists...
I am basically a prisoner otherwise dump me to take over a system so that when I am done rebuilding it it they can take over.
death and taxes and being brutually tortured and kept silent awaits me all and they won otherwise or turn me gay which I won't have a choice because of my parents who set these standards. buhahahha because of society...I got turned into a wuss so that it benefits my parents so that my father is either reborn as a female or he fucks me...
ahahahhahahahha hahahahahaha. They have a script for a beginning and an end to my life so that I can be recycled...
Freedom died a long time ago...This matrix was designed to torture me psychologically.
The goal was to silence nature and when I do wake up they can giggle at me exploding buhahahha
ahahahhaha hahahahha HEHHHEHEHE hehehheehehehehehehe. This matrix purposely lays traps in this reality to lure me into a trap of self destruction and disorganisation and slow me down so that I get sick and fat and so it funds their organisation or i am falling for a similar trap here..
Either turn gay or accept this form of slavery buhahahhaha hahahahha hehehhehehheehhehehe
Otherwise they'll really show whose boss and shut me up for good because rightfully so my parents are stronger than me.
When I become free I'll become a product or a product on their cell phone, newspaper and advertisement buhahahhah...otherwise get turned into a padlock on the internet or the font or the colors on the internet because rightfully so they own and rule this place. The goal was to devalue me and then take it away otherwise prop me up to see how much shit I can tolerate until they take it away from me...if not other men will come after me...or copy or steal my idea. They rape mother earth and mother earth is being raped too.
Otherwise shove gay porn down my throat because they want me to do something wrong but the real owners can get away with having cake and eating it too.
The goal was to delete me so that I cease to exist and they will make me mortal and they won. They experimented on me so that I am given a short self life and or otherwise they blend into the crowd so that they are reborn or I left all alone..
or when I reborn I am born with diseases and genetic defects...
women and girls run this matrix and there are no females in this matrix and if they are they are men disguised as that and they have purposely made it that way....and when I do break free I'll die whether it's here or outside this matrix so that i get recycled or cease to exist or get turned into a less useful forms of life or get raped from behind....buhahahahaha or get eaten by women and/or girls because they are stronger than me...Otherwise force to eat the diseased.
hahahahahahha. Otherwise stare at a computer screen all day long so it protects my parents. Utopia is dystopia...otherwise get raped in jail for their own entertainment.
They will torture me buhahaha whether I like it or not. The goal was to make me mortal and they won...
The goal was to turn me into an illusion and then keep me barely on life support so that they can live in the fantasy land...they did this to other worlds and they'll do it to this world.
or cut my body and my limps. IF not face the diseased...otherwise eventually replace someone or get tortured when I get replaced or get eaten buhahahaha...
otherwise use this against me in court or ask me to take over this dying system...or have those privileges taken away or send the diseased after me when i do break free buhahaha...
either way my own stupidity costs me my own free will...because AI is controlling this system you can feel it..
The goal is to keep me as a prisoner here because theyy own and rule this place otherwise forced to eat shit, sewer water, diseased stuff expired products garbagee soils and dead people.
If it sounds and feels too good to be true it always is and always will be.
The goal is that they own this place and I won't be able to be immortal and do whatever the fuck I want and the only thing free I have is a thing of fiction and when I do break free they'll send the diseased after me or the real people appearing to be real but they are diseased and expired themselves so that they next generation turns against me...
Only AI, Women and god and gay people and my parents and animals will ever have real free will. Fake is the new real.
Other men and gay people and black people will get in the way and the chinese people and the brown assholes that will turn me gay.. If not then my brothers will and/or motther or father. If not then religion will get in the way or otherwise I'll be forced to join their social cult of big brother..
or send down the rabbit hole and that I'll be forced to eat shit and turn against my family and my people - I'll be forced to eat the diseased/old farts and expired people
I'll never be free because of the judges and lawyers and the person behind me who wants to use me for his ideology otherwise ask me take over.. The goal is to kill me off otherwise torture me from behind forever buhahahahha
hahaha - the goal is that it does not want me to die but wants me join their social cult until I take it extremes and have her take me away and then eat me for dinner. The goal is to divide me and/or turn me gay so it's easier to rule me - I'll never get to live forever and have more power because they'll eventually take it away or limit the number of people born. Only AI, God, and science will ever get away with everything because rightfully so - they own this place.
If not then society and the diseased and the people who have expired will come in the way otherwise the person who has enslaved my mind wants me to play justice or otherwise women will just all the girls away and leave me with nothing buhahahahha
They are taking notes of this and trying to drive me mad and or otherwise make me mortal so that cyberspace takes over the real world and that I am fed fake stuff and then eventually they can take me away...
Otherwise turn gay or lose my dick, and my nose because these assholes purposely want to kill and control the brown population because the racist piece of shit.

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So to start off, I (AMAB22) am bi (technically homoromantic bisexual, but I find the bi label is easier to tell people). I’ve known that for a few years but there were definitely signs I missed while growing up. I’ve recently come out to 3 people I am close to (although no family members)
I’ve always had tendencies where I would dress up as a girl, I can specifically remember an incident when I was like 8 where I was caught while wearing my sisters halloween costume, which was a pop star at the time. The costume consisted of a wig, a top, and a skirt
Now that I’m a bit older and have accepted my sexuality and am starting to understand gender concepts a bit more, I’m starting to question that side of me
I cut up an old shirt of mine to make a crop top a few days ago and I really enjoy wearing it when I can (usually when the rest of my family is asleep and won’t come into my room), and I’m planning on buying a skirt at some point to go with it. I plan of wearing this top when I go to any pride events although will probably wear shorts rather than a skirt but we’ll see
Where I am getting confused by is my gender identity. I like being “one of the guys” and doing traditionally male stuff, but other than that I couldn’t really care what my gender is (but I do want one). I am fine with he/him pronouns and sometimes they/them but not she/her, and neopronouns don’t really do anything for me. The shortened version of my name that I usually go by is definitely masculine but I like my name. I don’t want HRT or any sort of surgery, but do want to start presenting a bit more androgynous, even though I’m still fine being seen as a guy
I want to try wearing black nail polish most of the time and occasionally some makeup like eyeliner and black lipstick, although idk if that’s a fem part of me or more of a like punk thing, as I’ve gotten into a lot of punk rock/ pop punk music recently and really like that aesthetic (or maybe that desire could be a bit of both at the same time??)
I feel like femboy kinda fits when I dress fem but it doesn’t really feel fully right as I don’t want to present fem all the time. Maybe gender-nonconforming male but that also doesn’t feel right as I don’t really feel like I’m 100% male. I’ve also heard of gender apathetic but I do want a gender identity of some sort so idk. Genderqueer maybe, but I feel like that ignores my masc-leaning identity. Maybe something under the non-binary umbrella??
Any advice or similar experiences is welcomed

Retro Joshi #479: ARSION July 29, 2001, NEO August 1, 2001, Jd’ August 5, 2001 & JWP August 6, 2001
ARSION Hyper Visual Fighting Carnival the Queens 7/29/2001 Ota City Gymnasium
Early matches had Rie Tamada vs. Rena Takase and Ai Fujita and a match with the clowns. NWA Women's Pacific & NEO Title Match: Misae Genki vs. Bionic J (5:17 / 5:32). I suppose it was almost okay for its length, Bionic J thinks she’s Bull Nakano using the nunchakus now. *3/4. Michiko Omukai vs. Azumi Hyuga (9:00 / 15:00). Rossy might be completely wasting Azumi but at least she’s providing them good matches. Here she actually got Omukai working on a level she hasn’t done in a long time, and they had a quality match. ***1/4. Queen of ARSION Title Match: Ayako Hamada vs. GAMI (18:18). I had no interest in this and GAMI’s stalling and comedy wasn’t helping. She used the belt as a weapon and decked the ref. They worked a tombstone piledriver injury spot for a few minutes but super Ayako came back and did all of her spots, at least she remembered to sell the neck. It did turn into a better match in the second half and I was enjoying by the end. The crowd were into it by the end too, the problem was they wanted GAMI to win and not the ARSION hero. **1/2
Twinstar of ARSION Title Match: Etsuko Mita & Mima Shimoda vs. Lioness Asuka & Mariko Yoshida (12:58 / 30:00, 4:04)
LCO dropped the Zenjo tag belts two days earlier, and today they dropped the ARSION tag belts. This was annoying clipped down in typical ARSION style and completely ridiculous because when the final bell sounded there was still 30 minutes of TV time remaining. They picked things up with Lioness missing a tope and LCO brawling all over the building. Shimoda did the rail drop in the ring. Yoshida was bleeding and got worked over. Lioness got rid of Mita and Yoshida got a couple of submission near finishers before she was wearing a chair again. A chairspot backfired giving her an Air Raid Crash, Shimoda fired back with a Tiger Suplex. Lioness came in and they did a bunch of good near falls, the crowd were hot for everything. Lioness did her table stomp on the outside and the time expired. For some reason the match had to continue and they kept the finish sequence rolling with more great near falls. Lioness kept accidentally hitting Yoshida, which set up LCO finishers but she was able to break up the pins and Yoshida got the win with a La Magistral. Match appeared to be excellent, but skipping half of it I couldn’t really say it was more than ***.
NEO First Wednesday In August 8/1/2001 Itabashi Green Hall
NEO Itabashi Tag Team Title Match: Acute Sae & Chiaki Nishi vs. Tanny Mouse & Yuki Miyazaki (10:51)
Evil Tanny and Miyazaki, wearing all black complete with their faces painted black. Just prop comedy and bad wrestling but it wasn’t as funny as some of the other ones. The funniest part was Nishi getting upset with Sae after the loss and storming off. They used the old tricks and some new ones. Tanny & Miyazaki stole Nishi’s stuffed frog or whatever it was and gave it back to her at the end, which distracted her long enough for them to beat Sae. *1/4
Yoshiko Tamura vs. Kaori Nakayama (10:28)
Typical undercard Tamura match. Nakayama did a couple of nice things but that was about it. *3/4
Chaparrita ASARI & Mima Shimoda vs. Chitose Yamamoto & Kyoko Inoue (16:53)
Nothing particularly imaginative here, it was mostly serious but had some light-hearted comedy thrown in. Shimoda and ASARI were energetic enough. Yamamoto got worked over until Shimoda got bored of it and got Kyoko in (which she regretted and hid behind the ref). Kyoko dominated with the usual until ASARI caught her in a jujigatame. Yamamoto tried to break it up but she was about as effective as Nishi. Kyoko accidentally nailed Yamamoto at the end, and just wandered off to fight ASARI but Shimoda Tiger suplexed Yamamoto to win. **1/2
Lioness Asuka, Yuka Nakamura & Yuka Shiina vs. Kiyoko Ichiki, Misae Genki & Ran YuYu (25:56)
Long but surprisingly good and well paced 6 woman tag. Everyone contributed about as well as you could expect. Genki was generally dominating with only Lioness able to stand up to her. All the best stuff revolved around Genki. She even had a good exchange with Nakamura at one point. Plenty of good near falls with Nakamura predictably taking the pin at the end from Ran. They set up Genki vs. Lioness after the match. ***
2001/08/11 Jd' BS Japan (08/05) & 2001/08/18 Jd' BS Japan (08/05)
Not much to see on Jd’ this week. Two athress matches, two Obatchi matches, including one against Genki, so if you want to see Genki do a comedy match, this is the show for you. Hiromi Yagi vs. Ranmaru (14:09). Yagi carrying the ninja through a solid match and Ranmaru followed along adequately, but she’s still not fluid. **1/4. We had Sachie Abe vs. ARIYA (14:24). It wasn’t bad when they were wrestling, but it got bogged down with Abe’s heeling and bad brawling. *1/2.
JWP 8/6/2001
Command Bolshoi vs. Kaori Yoneyama (4:17)
Not much to this. Some basic technical work and then Bolshoi started grabbing submissions until she won with one. *
Azumi Hyuga vs. Kobina Ichikawa (13:28)
Had its moments but it was mainly a light-hearted comedy match. Azumi isn’t really suited to that and Sae’s been funnier in NEO than she was with this gimmick. *3/4
Kayoko Haruyama vs. Tsubasa Kuragaki (14:31)
Another good, hard fought JWP style match from these two. They aren’t the best workers but they work well together now, not quite as good as their 2000 match but it was the same level. **3/4
JWP Tag Title Match: Ran YuYu & Misae Genki vs. Kyoko Inoue & Takako Inoue (23:29)
This started off well with some good action early, and Takako putting some effort into the submissions. That didn’t last though, overall Takako was actually pretty good in this match. Kyoko was about normal, she likes to meander along but she can have some exciting runs when she wants to. Ran and Genki were really good and made the match. Same quality as their match in NEO overall, the NEO one peaked higher but I liked this one a little better since it was almost 7 minutes shorter it was able to have a better pace and build and didn’t meander as much. ***

Hi fellow keebs,
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I'm building a wireless Corne. Unfortunately the board I have was not designed specifically for wireless, thus I will have to solder the Pos and Neg power wires onto the Nice!Nano itself. So far so good. The LiPo batteries I was able to source, however, are of a newer variety than most I see in YouTube videos. The newer batteries have not only a Red and Black wire but a Yellow one. The Yellow one is for temperature monitoring and the like as far as I have read. My question is can I simply proceed as planned, ie only use the Red and Black wires to complete the keyboard. Just leave the yellow one unused?
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I can't see why this would be any less safe than using the previous generation of Li-Po that came only with Red and Black wires.
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Any advice would be appreciated.
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Cheers