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postcards to Marinette


day 59 of 100 days of productivity
it’s been a long day & i’m so tired but i still have so much to do !!! (this photo is from yesterday) & i have a test everyday this week (end me) also (big surprise all round) i got a top grade a in my english language & a b in english lit (peak)
however i did get promoted at ccf ahhh i’m so happy & then my crush was like ahh yee congrats mate and i was gloWIng

anonymous asked:

Hello~ can seventeen react to having a new member but she is the same age as dino and they have a crush on her. Sorry if this will make it awkward with the hyung line. You don't have to do it with them if you don't want to. But it's just 3 years :p. Btw me likes your blog very much~

Of course!! This request is fine darling~


S. Coups: Would find it a bit weird at first because he has to share a dorm with you and the boys ///// VERY PROTECTIVE AFTER A WHILE

Originally posted by svnteen-idiots

Jeonghan: loves to goof around and make you laugh 24/7 with his cute goofiness // FLIRTY AF

Originally posted by visual-17

Joshua: acts stupid for you /// lowkey very highkey obvious he has a crush

Originally posted by scoup-dumplings

Jun: USES THOSE CHARMS TO WIN YOU OVER /// judges you in a teasing way all the time

Originally posted by theoneandonlylioness

Hoshi: goofy on stage and in front of cameras with you /// kinda shy off cameras

Originally posted by infinitblaq

Wonwoo: hug-able cute hip hop boy that likes to chill with you and listen to music and learn all of your interests type of guy /// highkey likes you but doesn’t openly flirt

Originally posted by jeonheart

Woozi: NEVER SASSY TOWARDS YOU LIKE HE IS TO THE OTHER MEMBERS /// loves to know things about you that no one else does because he likes to put them in songs

Originally posted by camera-seventeen

DK: jokemaster2000 // loves to play around and make you laugh

Originally posted by fyjeonwonwoo

Mingyu: this kid embarrassing af /// would do anything for you

Originally posted by 7teans

The8: really stupid in a cute way /// uses the Foreigner Card ™ a lot with her

Originally posted by mystarsandmoonhao

Seungkwan: kid has no boundaries /// sass in an affectionate way, but rlly sweet

Originally posted by beautifulcarats

Vernon: *realizes he’s catching feelings*

Dino: HAPPY HE CAN HAVE SOMEONE TO RELATE TO (Maknae problems!!) /// hella cute and is the sweetest boy ever to have a crush on you. WOULD BUY YOU FLOWERS

Originally posted by performanceunit

One more week until V3 release!
I preordered THREE copies of the game but still can’t play it on the day it comes out. THIS IS ULTIMATE B_LLSH_T. OUTRAGEOUS.

Japanese Limited Edition(PSVita)- waiting for shipping. prob get this first.
US/EUR Limited Edition(PSVita)(I HAD to get this too, it comes w different bonus items)- waiting for NIS America to do its thing.
LimitedEdition V3 Collaboration Monokuma engraved PS4 - waiting for shipping. i wanted a PS4 for a while now. V3 comes up w a collab. talk about perfect timing….they DID NOT take foreign credit cards so pre-ordering this was a HUGE hassle….had to ask a relative that has a bank account in Japan. its almost like they dont want my money. TAKE IT!! JUST TAKE IT SPIKECHUNSOFT.

I can still technically play it on the game release date if i DL it, but that will mean ill have FOUR copies of the same game…FOUR. you hear me? FOUR.

and that’s just batsh_t crazy.

Let’s talk about Foreign Card Types

I’ve played a lot of Collectible Card Games over the years. Some I’ve only poked at, some I’ve played seriously, and some have consumed my life and warped my very being around them. Many of them have taken lessons from Magic, some more obviously than others, and many of them are off in their own direction. While each card game has its own unique traits, and I’m certainly not going to get into deep pros and cons, one thing that guides gameplay in different directions even among similar rulesets is card types. In Magic, we have eight vintage legal card types (one of which does nothing and two sets of which are mechanically very similar), and six card types for supplemental products.

Today, I’m going to take some time to look at some card types from other games I’ve played that are either unused or underused in Magic: the Gathering and talk about how they might be successfully implemented. We’ll get right into it after the break.

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The Soulmate Series: Suga

This ended up being almost seven pages long, it definitely spiraled out of my control and decided how it wanted to write itself, lol. But here it is, and I’ve added a little bonus scene that I thought really tied up the plot, so I hope you like it!! (And now Admin Narwhal is going to bed because her fractured-should-be-in-a-brace-but-I’m-not-wearing-it-because-fuck-the-rules elbow is killing her and it’s already 4:30 in the morning over here.)

Originally posted by yoonkooks

It started the second the clock turned 6:18 PM the day of your 21th birthday. All of your friends were really excited about it, saying it was a pivotal moment in life, the moment when you first heard your soulmate’s voice. Since you were the youngest in your friend group, you had heard lots of times how wonderful listening to your soulmates voice inside your head was, how beautiful their voices were, or in some cases, even how badly out of tune they were. See, the catch to the whole thing was that the only moment you could listen to your soulmate’s voice was when the sung out loud. Everyone started listening to their soulmate’s voices when they turned 21, except for the people with soulmates younger than they were, who had to wait for their soulmate to turn 21 as well before being able to hear their voice.

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Ascension Petition

I fall off Tumblr quite often, but figured with the recent visit by Steve and Kat increased a bit of the collection. Having 50 hr weeks at work slows things down a bit too, and doesn’t help the desire to play Magic. At least Sketch N Skotch is a thing, as long as we don’t turn out like Wes.

But, I hack away. Had the chance to get a few things at PCC to add to the collection.

The two “Crown gems” of my collection. D.Va is one of my favs in Overwatch, and Code Red is the nectar of the gods, so of course it’d be the first Cyber Vixen I’d get.

My meager collection of L5R, along with my mess of Swiftspears. Top middle pile are my foils, along with a few foreign card. Also a few fun tokens I picked up the other day. Still think Yoritomo may be just as evil as Chuda Ruri with that glare.

Recently moved offices again, and repainted. Still need to hang things up, and STILL need to find a frame for Thalia and the Everquest prints. The GenCon poster is new.

The Dew Drop altered mat

A small alter on the mat. “Cute little Vixen” was Steve’s words. I always love the little tweaks Steve’s willing to do when “damaging” my stuff. As a related PSA: If it’s marked “Damaged”, it may just be signed or altered. Found that out the hard way from one of the local LGSs that sold a signed Lili for $55-ish that had the model’s sig as well.

And, hey. Maybe the bribes at PCC will help influence the vote from the Grand Masters :p


Tips for Teachers

Well, for anyone coming to live in Korea, really.

I’m trying something new on my blog, everyone! Since it’s getting towards that time when new NETs (native English teachers) will be packing up to leave home and start a new adventure in Korea, I thought I would do a series of posts about what one can expect from life here. Please consider sharing this blog with anyone you know who is planning to move to the beautiful Land of the Morning Calm. 

Today, I want to give you all some packing tips. (Keep in mind, these are from a woman’s perspective, but men, I’m sure some of this applies to you.)

  1. Deodorant. It is very hard to find stick deodorant in Korea, and when you do, it’s imported, and therefore expensive.
  2. Reese’s. If you’re craving any sort of Reese’s product aside from the Nutrageous, you’re out of luck.
  3. Pantyhose. Women (or men who are into that), if you’re larger than the average Korean woman, it is going to be tough to find pantyhose that fit you, and many women wear them to work here, so be prepared.
  4. Underwear. Granny panties abound in Korea, and I /think/ briefs are far easier to find than boxers (not my area of expertise). Unless you want to schlep to Forever 21 and pay far more than you would for a 10-pack at your local Walmart, bring undergarments with. 
  5. BRAS. Girls, if you’re above a B cup, you need to bring a good supply of bras. Pack extras. Save them. Slowly rotate them into use. PRESERVE THEM.
  6. Cold medicine. I survive on Dayquil and Nyquil when I’m sick and, in my opinion at least, Korean non-prescription meds just don’t measure up.  
  7. Birth control. Ladies, it ain’t free here (it usually runs about 20,000 won a month) and there’s not much variety for pill-form. Estrogen-free is nonexistent. Check with your doctor and insurance company to figure out if you can get a large supply before you come.  
  8. Tampons. Most Korean women don’t use them, so they can be tough to find in stores.
  9. Vanilla extract. Costco apparently sells it, but I am not about to buy a membership just for that.
  10. Dark chocolate. Really, any chocolate that tastes like real food. Korea is not great at chocolate.
  11. Cake/cupcake mix. The cake you can buy at a bakery is more often than not dry and dense and not very good. (Just be prepared to bake it in what is essentially a toaster oven. You probably won’t have a full-sized one.)
  12. Speaking of full-sized: A nice, full-sized bath towel. Koreans tend to use smaller towels. If you’re the type of person who likes to have a massive, fluffy one, you’ll be hard pressed to find it here, and the ones I’ve seen are of pretty shabby quality.  
  13. Specialty toothpastes. Sensodyne exists, supposedly, but I’ve never seen it for sale. Teeth-whitening varieties? Forget it. Listerine, however, is widely available! 
  14. Specialty hair products. What? Your hair isn’t thin and straight and of the typical Asian texture? Well, you’re out of luck. Moisturizing products are available, but if you have a mane of thick, curly hair like mine, you’ll long for the days of the Herbal Essences Totally Twisted styling line pretty quickly. Apparently it’s possible to get foreign toiletries in Itaewon (aka foreigner-central), but you won’t like the price tag.
  15. Dress shirts. MEN. This is for YOU. According to my male friends, men’s dress shirts come in three basic colors: white, pink, and mint. If you’re looking for a solid-colored dress shirt in another shade, you won’t be able to buy one cheaply/conveniently. Especially if you shop at the Big & Tall store back home.
  16. Ties. See, guys? I can be helpful! Most ties here are what Americans might deem…tacky…And they often involve rhinestones and/or glitter. No. I am not kidding. If you like subtle ties, bring them with.
  17. Shoes. What holds with clothing holds with footwear as well: if you’re larger than the average Korean, everything is 3 times more expensive and 3 times harder to come by.
  18. Eye shadow palettes. Ladies, and gents who are into makeup, it’s back to you. Korean eye shadow is MEGA sparkly. Like, middle school dance sparkly. And most palettes only come with a one or two color selection.  

You may be sensing a theme here. Toiletries, food products, and apparel are the three biggies. Now, I’m not saying it’s IMPOSSIBLE to find the above items in Korea, but it can certainly be a pain. (Even more so, I’d assume, if you’re not living in Seoul.)

Yes, there are places here in Seoul that sell imported goods, but if you have student loans half as massive as I do, they won’t be in your budget. Yes, you can buy most anything online, but keep in mind that shipping adds up, even if you’re buying from a Korean shop. Plus, it can be very difficult to figure out payments. Often, overseas companies won’t take your Korean debit card, Korean sites won’t take your foreign credit/debit card, some sites require you to have a Korean credit card, etc.  

In my opinion, it’s better to just bring it with, ask for care packages, or have people replenish your supply if and when they come to visit. This last one is doubly helpful, as it ensures that your guests will have room in their suitcases for souvenirs when they leave!    

That’s all for now. I hope this list was helpful!

PS: Need…Reese’s…send…help…


Cold Case File – – 4/18/2023
The following account is the only surviving evidence supporting the existence of The blog data was downloaded by a concerned reader just before it vanished from the internet in 2014. The data was not recovered until 9 years passed. These are the final moments of Reed Murdock, written in his own words.


My Disconnected Life

Blog author: Reed Murdock

October 16th, 2014

Hey guys, so I’ve decided to start a blog about my new life. Most of you reading this are probably my friends and acquaintances, but for the rest of you I’ll expose a little bit about myself. My name’s Reed, I just moved out of my stupid parents’ basement (thank God) and now I’m pursuing my own life where no one can push me around anymore. Technically I’m the one who ditched the place, but they all but kicked me out beforehand. Nobody gives a damn about a “crackhead” like me, not even my parents. Not that I care.

Anyways, I’m doing my own thing now. I had to give up a few luxuries, my Mom’s hellacious cooking not worthy of being called a luxury. I’d much rather live off discount ramen noodles anyways. Sometimes I’ll even have corn on the side when I’m feeling extra fancy.

Speaking of fancy, I’ll admit my apartment is anything but. It’s the cheapest one I could find, in fact. I find the saying “you get what you pay for” to be especially true when I’m trying to sleep to the lulling sound of what I can only guess is some old lady getting mugged in the dark alleyway next door. My ghetto sanctuary consists of one living room, a kitchenette, a bathroom, and a closet. The walls are practically made of cardboard and the carpet is stained with God knows what, but it’s good enough for me.

Living with me is my poor excuse for a cat named Twig. She’s one of those weird hairless breeds, and in turn, a real conversation piece. I’m often asked why the cat’s turned inside out, or if she was the victim of some perverse taxidermy project gone wrong.

As shoddy as my life seems, living on the cheap has its benefits. My cost of living is next to nothing, so I can make enough money to survive by doing odd jobs on the internet without ever leaving the house. I spend half of the month writing bogus reviews for products I’ve never used and filling out surveys on political issues I know nothing about, then spend the other half surfing the web and watching pirated reruns of The X-Files. I don’t even have to pay for internet service thanks to my neighbors’ complete failure to secure their Wi-Fi hotspot. I bet their data overages are through the roof now. Oh well, not my problem.

I’ll be updating this blog every day or two if I’m up to anything interesting. Thanks for reading this boring crap, hopefully my life will get a little more exciting in the days to come.


October 18th, 2014

I’ve decided to do something unusual. It’s 3AM and I intend to stay up all night, caffeinated beverages at my side. Why am I doing this, you ask? Because I’m permanently switching to a nocturnal sleep schedule. In other words, I’ll be sleeping during the day instead of the night. I have a number of good reasons for doing this:

1. There’s less people out at night, so leaving the building won’t be such a dreaded thing.

2. Sunlight gives you cancer, right?

3. Screw social norms.

4. The internet speed seems to increase substantially after midnight.

5. It’s a free country, I don’t even need reasons.

Also, I ran into this cool forum called Nocturnal Underground. Naturally, it’s full of sun-loathing recluses and cynical misanthropes like me. How perfect. I registered straight away and found the forum-dwellers to be very welcoming. It’s not the most famous of internet destinations, more of a tight-knit hole in the wall for a very obscure subculture.

We all seem to share a general appreciation for societal disconnect, which is cool, because I really thought I was the only wackjob who can’t stand dealing with normal people. After all, it’s these normal people who are telling me I don’t have the right to smoke whatever substances I damn well please, as if it’s their business.

I’ll let you all know how this whole nocturnal thing works for me. Peace out.


October 21st, 2014

I’m adjusting very well to my new lifestyle. I can already tell this is the way I should’ve been living all along. The internet is a far more interesting place during the night.

Everything has been fairly normal lately, except for one thing.

Yesternight, I received a mysterious private message on Nocturnal Underground. Here’s the message copied and pasted for your reading pleasure:

To: Reedman07

From: Revelation666


Congratulations Reedman07. You’ve been invited to an invitation-only website that will change your life forever. Discover what society doesn’t want you to know at

Use your exclusive invitation code to enter: DCLXVI

Find out what you’ve been missing your entire life.

Sounds like a total scam, but it piqued my interest. I couldn’t resist going to the site just to see what the hell it was.

So I went there, and arrived at a completely empty black page. I noticed the text cursor blinking in the center, indicating that I could type there. I presumed that this was where I was supposed to type the invitation code, and I presumed correctly.

When the home page loaded, I immediately noticed that all of the text was in Russian besides the title header, which simply said “” in English. My web browser automatically detected that the site was Russian and offered to translate it for me, so of course I clicked yes.

Now, this site was clearly on the shady side. Whoever designed it was certainly not well versed in web design, as the site had more in common with a notepad document than a good webpage. The background was black, the white text was written in the oh-so-generic Courier font, and under the title header was a row of red hyperlinks labeled as follows: Main, Purchase, Secret, and Credit. Here’s an excerpt from the main page:

Welcome to

This website is invitation-only. Selected visitors have exclusive access to our special product that will change your life forever.

Necrosleep is a product that safely negates the biological necessity of sleep, thanks to our miraculous secret formula. With one pill a day, you will never feel the need to sleep again.

Try it for yourself by clicking the purchase link. If Necrosleep doesn’t change your life, we will offer you a complete refund.

Your astonishment is guaranteed.

What a bold claim these people are making. There’s no way this stuff actually works, otherwise everyone would be taking it. Obviously I was skeptical, and still am, but I clicked around the site a bit more just out of curiosity. I clicked the “Secret” hyperlink, which took me to another page. Here’s the text from said page:

Necrosleep is comprised of special and rare ingredients, which we cannot disclose in order to ensure that our formula stays in private hands. In order to keep our product available, it can only be distributed through alternative means on an exclusive basis.

The active ingredient in Necrosleep has been sought after for years by doctors and scientists intending to displace sleep with wakefulness. Only we have managed to do what others could not, as permitted by the will of our master.

We can assure you with full confidence that our product will change your life, and you will never feel need to sleep again.

Feel free to indulge in our secret.

Alternative means? More like black market. Whatever’s going on here doesn’t appear to be… legal, exactly. Not that I care about the law, I just get untrustworthy vibes from this site.

Anyways, I continued on and clicked the “Credit” hyperlink. My heart skipped a little when I was confronted with honestly the most uncanny photo of a living person I’ve ever seen. It was an old black and white photo of a tall man in a doctor’s coat. If he wasn’t standing upright, I’d say the guy was dead, but my guess is that he was just cadaverously unhealthy, and probably blind from the looks of his pale, lifeless eyes. Not a trace of emotion could be found in his face.

There was a small bit text below the photo, which read as follows:

Credit for the pioneering of Necrosleep goes to the brilliant Dr. Hail A. Stan, proxy of our master, and founder of the Ukrainian Institute of Occult Medicine. His work lives on.

Proxy of our master? Occult medicine? Maybe I’ve watched too many horror movies, but this isn’t your typical snake oil sales pitch. Maybe they’re part of some deranged religious group or something? I admit I was slightly creeped out, but more fascinated. I clicked the “Purchase” hyperlink, out of mere curiosity once again.

Turns out each pill costs some absurd amount of Russian currency, which I found was equal to about 130 US dollars per pill. Ridiculous! Not that I would buy them even if I could. I immediately left the site.

At this point I’m guessing it’s probably a lousy foreign credit card scam, or some weird cult initiative. Either way it made my day more interesting than it normally would’ve been.


October 22nd, 2014

I posted a thread on Nocturnal Underground about the mystery user who sent me the strange PM. I found myself wanting to know more about this whole thing, so as a part of my investigation I sought to find out who the user was. Here’s a transcript of the forum thread:

Reedman07: Hey guys, I hope I’m not disrupting the order of things by posting this in the Trolling and Harassment section, I didn’t know where else to put it. I figured this incident of mine might qualify as a spam case if other people are getting the same advertisement message I am. Basically the other day I got a PM from a user I’ve never seen before called Revelation666, and the message was an advertisement for some supplement. Has anyone seen this user on the forums before? I sure haven’t. If you have any information that’d be great.

Cosmic_Trashbin: I don’t recognize the username, he must be fairly new or just inactive. What were the exact contents of the message? We could probably get an admin to ban him for advertising.

Reedman07: Here’s a screencap of the message. [Message.jpg]

Cosmic_Trashbin: Strange. Did you actually go to the website? I hope not, it’s probably infested with viruses. Lol

B3457w4rf4r3: Just tried going there, it’s just a black screen. The invite code didn’t work either, it just gave me a popup box that said invalid IP.

Reedman07: Of course I went there. I couldn’t resist.

Thuglyfe4lyfe: Doesn’t work for me either. Invalid IP.

Cosmic_Trashbin: If it only works for Reedman07 maybe it’s bound to his IP somehow. Can you get some screenshots of the site? You’ve sparked my interest.

Reedman07: Here you are. The page was initially in Russian so I had my browser translate it. [Main.jpg] [Purchase.jpg] [Secret.jpg] [Credit.jpg]

B3457w4rf4r3: Looks shady as hell.

Cosmic_Trashbin: Wow. Don’t even mess with it, you’re asking for trouble just by clicking the link. You’re probably being keylogged as we speak.

B3457w4rf4r3: Not to mention the product they’re selling is probably laced with cyanide.

Cosmic_Trashbin: If he’s stupid enough to buy it, well, the gene pool is better off without him anyways.

B3457w4rf4r3: Never trust a Russian.

Thuglyfe4lyfe: I’m Russian and I find that offensive.

B3457w4rf4r3: You just said you were Asian last week, make up your mind.

Reedman07: I leave this thread for 5 minutes and chaos ensues. Everybody calm the [expletive] down. Of course I’m not going to mess with it, these supposed miracle pills are $130 each anyways. Who do you think I am, Johnny Cash?

Thuglyfe4lyfe: Just because his name was Johnny Cash doesn’t mean he was rich or had lots of cash or whatever.

B3457w4rf4r3: Of course he was rich you dumb[expletive], he’s Johnny [expletive] Cash.

Cosmic_Trashbin: Who’s bright idea was it to equip this forum with a profanity filter anyways? It’s [expletive] stupid.

Reedman07: Before this thread deteriorates any further, let me just say I’ve put tape over my webcam just in case something slipped past my antivirus, but it’s probably just a credit card scam or something. I’ll do some research on it tomorrow, the sun’s been up for three hours and I’m running low on energy drinks.

Cosmic_Trashbin: I’ll contact one of the admins about this. Spam isn’t tolerated here. I ought to see if they’re willing to uninstall the profanity filter plugin as well.

I got a message later on from HGWishingWells (one of the admins) saying that the user Revelation666 doesn’t exist in the database, and that the only way I could’ve received the message is if the mail client was bypassed somehow. In other words, somebody hacked the system just to send me a spam message. What the hell.


October 23rd, 2014

I finally got around to Googling Necrosleep. The results were mostly irrelevant YouTube channels and defunct ‘90s screamo bands from the looks of it, but I noticed among the garbage results a link to a post on The preview said “Does anyone know if this Necrosleep stuff actually works?” So I clicked on it, only to be directed to a page stating “The post you’re looking for has been deleted and no longer exists.” I should have known. Nothing can ever be easy and predictable.

I returned to the results, and had to scan over several pages of them before finally running into an old gaming forum thread where the website was mentioned. This time the post hadn’t been deleted. In the middle of a conversation about maximizing crop production in some medieval strategy game, one of the users claimed to have taken Necrosleep in order to tend to his virtual farm 24 hours a day.

Needless to say, the other forum patrons were highly skeptical. The guy posted a link to in an attempt to back up his claim, ultimately failing to convince them because—you guessed it—the site was bound to his IP address. He also had the same invitation code as me (DCLXVI) leading me to believe it’s just a formality intended to make you feel special. But that doesn’t explain why and how my IP—and apparently someone else's—got singled out.

The bragger then claimed that there was irrefutable proof of his ceaseless wakefulness in his in-game score. In relation to the length of time his account has existed, his score was excessively high. So high, in fact, that it would be impossible for him to attain so high a score in so short a time frame, unless he was playing the game for at least 21 hours a day, which leaves practically no time for sleeping.

Despite all that, they attributed his accomplishment to an automatic bot program that operated the game for him during the night. Since cheating in this way is against the game rules, his account was promptly banned, according to the moderator at the end of the thread. Sure enough, in little red letters below his forum avatar were the words “Banned for bot abuse, 8/12/2006.”

I couldn’t find any more relevant results for Necrosleep or other than what I’ve just told you about. Looks like these online dope dealers are pretty stealth. I’m just dying to know what their real motives might be, 'cause I could think of a million better ways to steal someone’s credit card number or peddle quack remedies. It could be a prank, but evidently this has been going on since 2006 at least. Perhaps some jokes just never die.


October 25th, 2014

I got another PM from Revelation666. Am I the only one who gets creeped out by that name? Knowing what I know now, it makes me uneasy to think about the great lengths this user went to contact me specifically. For some reason, they stealthily bypassed the system just to send me these messages and make me this “offer.” Here is the message I just received:

To: Reedman07

From: Revelation666


Congratulations Reedman07. You’ve been selected to receive a free 30 day trial of Necrosleep. Claim your exclusive reward at

Find out what you’ve been missing your entire life, risk free.

Once again my curiosity got the best of me. Bracing myself for whatever scam was coming my way, I clicked the link. I was taken to a page asking for my address, nothing more. I thought about it carefully, knowing full well that these people likely have malicious intentions. But if I entered my post office box, what’s the worst that could happen? Worst case scenario they send me some junk mail or some faulty pills. The point is that I’ll finally know what they want from me.

I entered the address.


October 28th, 2014

I decided to go back to the thread I posted on Nocturnal Underground and let people know what’s up. Sure enough, their reactions were amusing:

Reedman07: Well guys, it happened again. Look at the attachment. [Message2.jpg]

Cosmic_Trashbin: Don’t tell me you clicked on this one too.

Reedman07: I did. Then it asked me for my address. But don’t worry I only entered my PO box.

Cosmic_Trashbin: Are you out of your [expletive] mind?!

Reedman07: I take it you couldn’t persuade the admins to disable the profanity filter.

Cosmic_Trashbin: No [expletive] Sherlock. Apparently they get a huge kick out of watching us quarrel over it.

Reedman07: I wouldn’t be surprised if HGWishingWells sent me these weird messages just to stir up some controversy around here.

HGWishingWells: Neither would I… ;)

Cosmic_Trashbin: The mystery has been solved. Everybody go home.

HGWishingWells: In all seriousness I had nothing to do with this. I swear on my great grandmother’s life!

Reedman07: Swearing on the life of a dead person isn’t exactly the most convincing way to plead.

Cosmic_Trashbin: I think the joke’s gone far enough. HG, did you do it or not?

HGWishingWells: I really didn’t do it. The admins and I were genuinely perplexed when we saw where the message came from. Or should I say, where the message DIDN’T come from. It was certainly not from any registered user on the inside.

B3457w4rf4r3: If they actually send you the pills are you going to take them? You couldn’t pay me a million bucks to try that [expletive].

Cosmic_Trashbin: I can personally guarantee you that stuff is too good to be true. Nothing can make you stay awake forever.

HGWishingWells: I agree with Cosmic. Don’t take this any further.

Reedman07: Even if they do send me the pills and it’s not just junk mail, I’m not going to take it unless I find some more information on it. Do you really think I’m that stupid? Chill out guys. I probably won’t update this thread anymore, so follow my blog if you want to know what’s up with me. The link’s on my profile.

Well, we pretty much ruled out the possibility that it’s a prank by the admins. I don’t think HGWishingWells would carry on a prank this long, nor would he lie so blatantly. And even if one of the other admins were to prank me, I can’t imagine they would do it with some Russian supplement pitch. It’s just all too strange.


October 30th, 2014

Last night, I had a buddy of mine deliver the mail to my doorstep in exchange for some coding work on his Flash site. I’ll do just about anything to avoid leaving the building. But that’s not the point; the point is that I received an envelope with no return address. Yet I immediately knew who it was from.

The envelope was old. Very old, like it’s been sitting in a dusty attic for decades. I opened the stained envelope only to find a smaller manila envelope inside, also rather old-looking. Inscribed on the small envelope was the word “Necrosleep” and a word of advice on storing the packet in a cool, dark place for maximum potency. The words appeared to have been stamped onto the envelope rather than printed.

I opened the small envelope, and sure enough, there were 30 black pills inside, more crude than what you might get from your local pharmacy. Now before you all start freaking out, I’m NOT going to take these. At least not until I can dig up some more reliable information on it.

Now I know that these Russian dope dealers weren’t just trying to send me junk mail. The question is, why would they send me the pills if they don’t actually work? Surely they must want my money, which they wouldn’t get after a failed 30 day trial. What if they’re trying to kill me? I never did have a good feeling about any of this. But the curiosity is killing me.


October 31st, 2014

It just occurred to me that I completely overlooked something. I never researched Dr. Hail A. Stan, the guy who apparently had something to do with Necrosleep. So I did a quick Google search and found—much to my surprise—that he had is own article on Wikipedia.

The article states that Dr. Stan was a Ukrainian scientist and physician who claimed to have been directly involved in the experiments portrayed in a 1940 motion picture which documents Soviet research into the resuscitation of clinically dead organisms. Here’s an excerpt from the article:

Experiments in the Revival of Organisms10:00
Experiments in the Revival of Organisms
The motion picture “Experiments in the Revival of Organisms” depicts various disturbing medical experiments conducted on canines, one of which involves keeping a dog’s decapitated head alive with a primitive autojector machine that supplied it with oxygenated blood.

The operations in the film were credited to Dr. Sergei Brukhonenko. However, Dr. Hail A. Stan incessantly claimed to be the one who really conducted the experiments and invented the autojector, and that they only credited Brukhonenko because Stan was sentenced to life in prison for illegally conducting gruesome experiments on humans. He believed that because he had consent from his test subjects (albeit through bribery) he had not committed an immoral crime.

The Lenin Prize was awarded to Brukhonenko for the autojector, while Stan remained in permanent imprisonment. It wasn’t until they discovered the lost footage of his morbid human experiments that they had him executed by lethal injection. His last words, spoken in an unidentified language, died with him.

Dr. Hail A. Stan was rumored to have pioneered a variety of cures for major conditions such as narcolepsy and epilepsy, although the results were not published in a scientific manner, and therefore the majority of his alleged accomplishments were unverifiable, and seemingly occult in nature. The number of people he apparently cured of various incurable afflictions between 1930 and 1940 was in the thousands. Attempts to replicate his documented remedies ultimately failed, leading most to believe he was practicing pseudoscience.

It is believed by some that Dr. Hail A. Stan has a following to this day, and that his miracle cures are still being practiced and peddled from Russia and Ukraine. Some claim to have received mysterious emails and offers pertaining to Dr. Hail A. Stan’s work; all investigations revealed no evidence to support these claims.

I’ll admit, some of this stuff unnerves me. Morbid human experiments aren’t exactly pleasant things to think about. But it seems to me this guy was just doing what was necessary to advance his research. Maybe he really was on to something? Maybe his cures couldn’t be replicated because they were so advanced? I don’t really know. All I know is that I received one of these mysterious offers that supposedly don’t exist beyond hearsay.

Maybe there’s something to this. Maybe I really was selected to receive a gift too great for the masses. Maybe they were dead serious when they said this would change my life.


November 1st, 2014

I’m holding the pill in my hand, ready to take it at a moment’s notice. I’ve been thinking hard about this. I know it’s not the safest thing to do, but I’m a risk-taker. If this turns out badly I don’t have much to live for anyways. Life is nothing without danger, and I want to know the motives of these people more than anything. I need to know what they want from me. I need to know what I’m missing.

There’s only one way to find out.


November 3rd, 2014

I can’t believe it. It’s actually working. I haven’t slept in 3 days and I don’t even feel remotely tired. Holy hell! I’ve never felt so focused and stimulated in my life. I don’t know what’s in this stuff but it WORKS. I don’t know how long it’s going to work exactly, so I’m not getting my hopes up. But the claim is that I’ll never need to sleep again. Ever.

So far, so good.


November 4th, 2014

Still works like a charm after 4 days. But lately the light has been really bothering me, so I duct taped a piece of cardboard over the window. I never liked that window anyways. At night I get this feeling that I’m being watched from outside, and it’s been making me anxious more than usual. It’s easy to think you’re seeing something uncanny out the window, until you realize it’s just your own reflection distorted by the cheap glass pane. Anyways, that issue has been resolved.

I also found something interesting when I was taking my nightly pill. Until recently, I failed to notice a symbol stamped on the inside of the small manila envelope. Yes, the inside. I know I’ve seen the symbol before, but I can’t remember where exactly. It’s a downward-pointing pentagram with what I think is a goat’s head inscribed within it. Maybe they just re-used an old envelope and turned it inside out or something.


November 5th, 2014

Thanks to one of my followers for pointing out something I didn’t realize; the emblem inside the envelope was actually Satanic symbol… Yeah, needless to say I’m definitely not taking this crap anymore. This sort of thing really creeps me out. I’m done. I wish I would have read that message before I took it tonight, I’ll just quit tomorrow. I mean, it hasn’t harmed me thus far, and I feel great, so maybe I’m just being paranoid. It’s just a symbol, probably a printing mistake or something. But screw that. I’m not messing around with demonic affairs. No way in Hell.


November 6th, 2014

Over the past week I’ve been taking one of these pills at exactly 10:00 PM each night. I planned on stopping the pills tonight, but around 10:30 I started getting this horrible headache, and it got progressively worse. I was thinking maybe it was just me adjusting to suddenly going off Necrosleep, so I waited another hour, and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I took another pill.

I know I could quit if I wanted to, but I’m starting to think there’s no reason to. I mean, I don’t have to sleep anymore, I’ve been feeling energized, I should just man up and stop being irrational.


November 9th, 2014

I’ve been making a killing with all this free time and newfound focus. I made five grand in a single day of trading virtual property; that’s not including my online poker proceeds over the last week which are through the goddamn roof. Suddenly I have this intuitive grasp of numbers that I never had before. I’ve been living my life in a daze until now… they were right. This really is changing my life.


November 11th, 2014

Here’s a rather peculiar story for you guys. I was sitting on the couch, minding my own business, when I noticed a couple of gleaming eyes staring at me from the dark corner. I thought nothing of it, knowing it must’ve been Twig skulking about. Cats have reflective eyes, who else would it be? I looked away, and at that very same moment, I felt it. Twig’s wrinkly little self curling up next to me.

I looked back toward the corner, those beady eyes still fixed upon me with Twig clearly at my side. I blinked, and the eyes were gone. Man, my brain’s really trying to screw with me. It had to have been mental. Yet I remember it with such lucidity. Come to think of it, I should’ve known it wasn’t Twig from the start. Cat’s eyes don’t glow red.

Anyways, let’s hope it was just a freak brain malfunction. After all, what else could it possibly be?


November 12th, 2014

I’m going to run out of food eventually. Obviously I COULD go to the store and restock myself, but… the thought scares me. The thought of leaving the safety of my apartment—the thought of social interaction—I now dread it more than I ever have. I never have preferred going out to staying in, but I’ve never dreaded it this much. I wasn’t always so terribly afraid.

None of my instant messenger friends have been online lately, and they stopped upvoting my blog posts. Who’s going to get my groceries? What if I have to go out there? I shouldn’t be panicking like this, honestly. I’m being stupid. Stop panicking you idiot. Stop panicking you idiot. Stop panicking you idiot.


November 13th, 2014

My friend Jake came online. It was a temporary relief that lasted about as long as it took him to say “I’m not dropping off the food until you agree to get out of the house.” That was his offer, entailing that I leave the house and go clubbing with the guys in exchange for help. I declined out of pure fear.

He was worried for my health, apparently. I can’t blame him for thinking I’m becoming a feral hermit doomed to die alone in his pathetic slum, but he just doesn’t understand. Nobody understands me. At least I’m pretty sure I got enough food to last till Thanksgiving, if I stretch it.


November 15th, 2014

I need to tell you all about another strange experience I had yesterday. I’ve been leaving my TV on lately so the silence doesn’t irritate me. That children’s show Bucko’s Garden was on, you know, the show we all watched as kids until we were mature enough to realize how mindless and nonsensical it was. Yeah, that show. It was playing in the background on my boxy old TV in the corner. Eventually it distracted me and I found myself zoning out into it for lack of better things to do.

It must’ve been a Thanksgiving episode, considering Bucko (a guy dressed like a deer with a human face) was in the kitchen preparing sweet potatoes and cranberries. This is about as intelligible as the show gets. Things got a bit weird when he decided to let the anthropomorphic cranberries go into his garden at the last minute, as if they were captive insects. The sweet potatoes weren’t so lucky.

Bucko sent his bird friends to retrieve a pumpkin pie from the pie tree, and his squirrel friends to collect gravy from the gravy cow, who coincidentally regurgitates mashed potatoes to boot. I told you this show was weird, but that’s not even the start.

I didn’t realize something was off until Bucko pulled out a knife—a full fledged razor-sharp knife that you wouldn’t expect to see in such a benign show. With the other hand he opened the oven, and pulled it out. Not a ham, not a turkey.

A roasted human fetus.

Mother of God.

I couldn’t even believe what I was seeing. How on Earth could this be allowed on television? Were my eyes deceiving me? I don’t know, but I turned it off as soon as he started cutting into it. The gore was too much, even for me.

I’m still having a hard time believing what my own eyes clearly saw. I couldn’t have been dreaming, I haven’t had so much as a nap in 15 days. I just… I don’t even know. Maybe something’s wrong with me. I’ve been forgetting my PC login password, even after I changed it to something else and wrote it down I forgot where I wrote it down where I wrote it forgot it down. I can’t even think properly right now.


November 18th, 2014

I’m not going lie. I’m scared out of my mind right now.

I walked into the bathroom, planning to take my first shower in weeks. I never imagined I’d open the door and see anything more than my own reflection in the mirror.

Instead, I saw it. Standing behind me. Staring. Completely motionless. I froze and panicked more than I ever have in my entire life I swear. You don’t know true fear. You don’t even have a clue. I can still see it, engraved in my mind. The face. It was… demonic.

It was gone as soon as it came.

I’d say I was just imagining things, but it felt all too real. I’m not going into that bathroom ever again. I’ll just go in the kitchen sink or something. I can’t handle this. I wonder if these pills are screwing with my head. I need to stop. I need to stop now. I don’t even feel safe in my own apartment anymore. I feel like the shadows are watching me.


November 20th, 2014

I tried to stop the pills again, but I had a change of heart at the last minute. Something told me not to, like a voice in my head. I just feel like it would be wrong and somehow my life would fall apart if I stopped. I don’t think this is normal, the way I’m living, but I can’t imagine it any other way. I can’t imagine stepping out into the light, or even the moonlight for that matter.

All of my instant messenger contacts have been offline since Jake talked to me last, and I don’t know if my food will last another week. Twig’s getting pretty skinny since I’ve been eating her cat food to stretch my supplies a bit, but she’ll be okay as long as someone comes online by Thanksgiving. Speaking of which, nobody invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner, not even my family. But that’s okay, I hate my parents anyways. Screw them.


November 22nd, 2014

I’ve been hearing more voices inside my head. Horrible voices. It’s really scaring me and I don’t know what to do. Is it some sort of side effect or something? I can’t hear myself think sometimes, like I’m losing control over my own thoughts. And these thoughts I have are so dark… it’s not like me to think that way. I would never hurt anyone, I’m not like that.

I tried going to again just to see if there’s something I missed about side effects, and it said the domain is no longer in use. The site was shut down.

I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m terrified of myself.


November 24th, 2014

Knock knock. I yelled through the drafty door, asking who it was. It was my “friends” Jake and Douglas. Apparently they wanted to help me after seeing my blog posts of distress. But sure enough, it was only under the condition that I open the door and come out. Very suspicious.

How do I really know I can trust them? I know I’ve trusted them for years, but what if they were just earning my trust so they could pull something more sinister later on? What if they give me drugged food? What if they stab me when I open the door? It just occurred to me that I have no real proof that I can trust them; I can’t even trust myself anymore. I don’t even know who I am. Maybe my whole life I’ve been a sadistic freak and didn’t even know it. Maybe my true self is just now coming out. Maybe everyone is evil.


November 25th, 2014

The voices won’t stop. I used to think they were malevolent, but now I’m not so sure. Sometimes it feels like they’re trying to liberate me. They want me to listen to them desperately. They show me things, horrible things, and yet these things don’t seem horrible to me anymore. I’m numb. I don’t feel anything.

But I know there’s one thing I can do to make me feel again. Part of me says it’s terribly wrong. But the voices tell me otherwise.

The voices are my friends now.

The demons are my friends.


November 26th, 2014

Twig is in heaven now. I had to do it. I had to know what it tasted like. It was satisfying, but I need more. I thought I’d never leave this room again, but I don’t have a choice anymore. I need more of it. The face is getting angry. The voices are getting angry. My head hurts so bad. I need more. It hurts so much. I need more. They’re hurting me. I need to feed them more. They need more. I need more. I have to make it stop. I need more I NEED MORE.




Police Report Pt. 1 – Thanksgiving – 11/27/2014

Victim: Paul Murdock

Aggressor: Reed Murdock

Police arrived on the scene after a frantic 911 call from Margaret Murdock (confirmed to be the aggressor’s mother). The victim, Paul Murdock (the aggressor’s father) was found in the process of being mauled and cannibalized by the aggressor, Reed Murdock, whose face and mouth was covered in blood and brain matter.

Reed was shot dead after refusing to stop eating his own father, whose skull was torn open entirely. Drug use is suspected to be involved.


Police Report Pt. 2 – 11/29/2014

Reed Murdock’s residence was inspected thoroughly by investigators. A hairless, headless, and disemboweled cat carcass was found on the kitchen counter. The cat’s blood and bodily fluids were spilled throughout the house, while the head was found crushed, brain completely removed and nowhere to be found.

The apartment was clearly inhabited by an utterly insane individual, given the foul and uncleanly nature of the place. An old TV rested in the corner, turned on, displaying only static and white noise. It had no antenna.

A suspicious packet of unidentified pills was recovered. The resident’s computer and other personal effects were confiscated and await further analysis.


Autopsy Report – 12/4/2014

Subject: Reed Murdock

The contents of Reed Murdock’s digestive tract was a disturbing mixture of human tissue, mostly brain matter and cerebrospinal fluid. Examination of his own brain, however, was even more disturbing and perplexing.

His brain was clearly and visibly deteriorating; the brain tissue was black and red rather than the usual pinkish gray, and riddled with holes throughout. Closer examination revealed thousands small black parasites to be consuming the brain. This was undoubtedly the cause of the man’s insidious psychosis.

Testing on the parasites was inconclusive, as they didn’t match any known species. Further testing is required.

The unknown pills recovered from Murdock’s apartment have been tested and confirmed to contain a vile plethora of uncommon substances, including obscure, highly addictive euphoric drugs, human hormones, and parasitic eggs, presumably meant to remain dormant in a cool place until introduced into the body, allowing them to hatch and eventually invade the brain. It is unclear how he acquired the pills and where they came from, although whoever concocted them surely had malicious intent.


Police Report Pt. 3 – 12/6/2014

Two friends of Reed Murdock—Jake Fairfax and Douglas Lopez—were questioned at the police station. Immediately they referred to his online blog, where he allegedly recorded his path to eventual insanity. It was found that the blog mysteriously disappeared off the face of the internet for reasons unknown.

They were aware of the unknown pills Reed was taking, claiming they originated from the website

Investigators later confirmed the website does not exist.

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Hola Barcelona

9 June 2017
We had breakfast on the French Riviera instead of on a boat in the eastern Mediterranean - the weather was beautiful, the sea calm and the views magnificent.

There were 730 km in front of us and we covered 450 yesterday. Knowing anything can happen, we didn’t make any definite plans - decided to ride and see how far we got.

We ripped up the auto-routes, arriving in Barcelona at 7.30pm.

There were problems, for example petrol stations on the auto-route don’t take foreign credit cards. To solve this we pulled off at Arles to have lunch, get money and fill up.

There was a price to pay both financially (tolls and petrol) and physically (where do I start - numb fingers, stiff shoulders, numb bums)

With 280km to go we started to see masses of motorbikes swarming down the auto-route, all heading to the MotoGP. We even stopped at a Moto Relais (a filling station specifically for motorbikes) just before the Spanish border and the buzz around that inspired us to keep riding, ignore the pain.

Our hosts at the BnB were surprised to see us as I’d emailed to say we were delayed and would arrive Saturday night.

Within 10 minutes of arriving, we were at a bar on the beach drinking beer and eating Galician octopus and grilled sardines. The sea was calm, we watched beach fishermen, locals playing beach volley ball, kids swimming, people drinking beer, laughing and talking - the strain of the gruelling ride started to slip away.


KYOTO DAY 5 (part 5/?)

So, having entered Ryoan-ji Temple through the back, I couldn’t shake of the feeling I was trespassing. …momentarily I considered going back up the mountain, but eventually decided to head onwards, totally prepared to play the “confused foreigner” card if anyone started yelling at me for being somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be! (Really, I probably wouldn’t have been as nervous iif I had expected to find a deserted temple. I entered though, expecting a tourist hotspot, yet there as no one to be seen!)

I only started feeling at ease when I spotted a little handwritten sign in Japanese saying something along the lines of: “The temple grounds aren’t a hiking trail. We ask all hikers to exit the grounds though the parking lot and re-enter though the main gate.” 

But honestly, I was too tired to look for the parking lot or even the main entrance, I decided to just have a look around. (I’m a foreigner, I can’t read Japanese signs!!) Not to long after, I actually ran into all the tourist, so I could blend in with the crowd really easy too… 

No, really… I would’ve gone out and paid if I had actually planned to really have a good look around the place, but since I was running far behind schedule and going to run on again, I decided to leave the paying for another time.

So, after a quick round I exited the temple (through the main gate…) and headed onwards to Ryoanji station. Which I totally missed! So, I actually ended up at the next station, oh well… xD