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I started seeing his videos on Facebook. They’d just pop up on my timeline. He looked odd. Long, white hair that was straight and extended down past his stomach. His eyebrows were shaved off, or maybe they were never there to begin with, it was impossible to tell.
He wore strange make-up to accent his inhuman features and project an alternative style.
His voice was both confident and articulate, but it was the things he said that drew me in. He spoke about the wonders of the universe, how it all worked and how every little thing we saw was nothing more than a complex system of mathematics put together to form what we perceived as reality.
Intrigued and desperate for something to believe in greater than myself, I couldn’t help but watch hours upon hours of the man. He was known only as Morgue, and he preached a religion in which he seemed to be the founder of or, at the very least, a strong influencer of the belief.
I’ll admit, looking back on Hyperianism, I should’ve seen it. I should’ve known that following something like this would only result in pain, but I was naive and, as I said before, desperate. My faith had been a bit wobbly before I found Morgue. My heart was empty and hopeless.
Then, as if by divine intervention, he was there.
His video, which was nothing more than a square jawed, androgynous man staring into a camera and speaking, drew me in. I think it was the eloquent intensity he spoke with. The way he explained how the world and all the scenarios that play out around us are just complex systems of math equations ebbing and flowing through space and time, something he’d dubbed Hyperianism.
It was genuinely titillating.
And even better - at the end of one of his more recent videos, aptly titled “The reason your life is empty,” he spoke of a meet and greet happening exactly one week from the time I’d watched it. An opportunity to speak with Morgue himself, along with his two closest colleagues, regarding Hyperianism and how to become a member of the “church.”
Sure, at first I had the thought that they would try to sell me something. I figured it was just a way for them to collect money. But then, as if he was answering my questions as they popped into my mind, he said:
“No, we will not try to sell you anything. And no, we are not looking for donations. We are looking for dedicated members of society who want to fulfill their destiny and become Hyperianists. Individuals who want nothing more than to know the truth. To EVOLVE beyond your wildest dreams.”
My mind was made up. I had my plane tickets bought only minutes after the video ended and excitement began to bubble inside of me. I was going to get to meet this man. To become a part of something greater than myself. To find something to believe in, finally!
Getting the time off work proved to be difficult. My boss refused to grant me a leave of absence, and because I didn’t have the vacation time accumulated he wouldn’t approve it that way either. So, I quit.
From what Morgue said in his video:
“You won’t need to be confined to human monotony. You won’t need a job after you’ve accepted Hyperianism. You will see the world for its true self. You will find yourself on a different plane, above all the rest.”
Over the course of the following week I took my money out of savings. I felt that, although after my religious awakening was complete I wouldn’t need these things, I would need to survive in the meantime. Food, water and shelter were still necessary.
Finally, the day arrived. The day I was to travel to Las Vegas in search of a man named Morgue who could show me divinity in its purest form. Looking back, even as I type that, I know it wasn’t my smartest move. Desperation can lead people to do things that don’t always make sense.
I boarded the airplane with only a single bag. I figured I wouldn’t need anything more. I would be awakened and, as Morgue said:
“Human constructs need not be collected post-divination. Your mind will be open to the complex system of mathematical sines and cosines around you. Material possessions will be deemed pointless, in your mind’s eye.”
The flight landed. The sky was dark seeing as my flight arrived shortly after 9pm, but the bright lights from the nearby, infamous Vegas Strip illuminated the atmosphere in surreal intensity.
Seeing the line-up of hotels and casinos, the characters travelling up and down the main drag with odd clothes and exotic animals and the people bustling about this late at night, drunkenly stumbling around the wide sidewalk caused me to smile ear to ear with exhilarated giddiness.
I approached my hotel, nerves causing my legs to wobble beneath me. I could feel my hands vibrating with a tremor, something I hadn’t been victim to before.
This was going to change my life. I could feel it.
The meeting wasn’t going to start until midnight because, as Morgue said in his video:
“Time is merely a construct meant to keep the human population at bay and without freedom. We will not be confined by imaginary constraints. We will remain nocturnal and break the chains of society’s overwatch on us. We will do as we please with whom we please. We will not be bound.”
I checked into my hotel room, having to place a large sum of money down as a deposit since I was paying in cash. The room was nice. Not quite as nice as I expected for how much I paid, but I didn’t think much of it. My mind just replayed Morgue’s words and I felt at ease.
I relaxed in my hotel room for a few hours, taking a few of the overly priced shots from the mini bar. By about 11pm, I’d started to feel a bit of a buzz and an overt amount of boredom. I figured I’d kill the hour downstairs in the casino playing some nickel and dime slots.
As you probably guessed, I didn’t win much. I just blew through about two-hundred dollars worth of change, and downed another two or three drinks in the short span of an hour, without so much as a second thought.
Then, the time came. I received a text from an unknown number giving me simple instructions:
“Go to room 1274.”
Easy enough.
When I got up to the twelfth floor, I saw a baker’s dozen people heading in the same direction as me. They moved slow, zombie-like and had vacant expressions on their faces clouded by a deep seated anxiety deep inside their eyes.
Their lack of physical emotion sent chills down my spine. A feeling that was hard to shake off as I joined the herd and headed toward room 1274. My mind was fuzzy on account of the drinks, but that didn’t stop me from wandering through the depths of my mind and playing scenario after horrifying scenario.
The image of robed figures splaying me out on a pedestal, spilling my innards over some sort of satanic symbols followed thoughts that perhaps I was walking into some sort of trap.
I tried to force the negativity to leave my mind by using some techniques I’d picked up in a few of Morgue’s videos, but they didn’t seem to be working. That should have been the first sign that something about this wasn’t quite what it was hyped up to be.
I went forward, swallowing my fear and fighting my legs to continue moving down the hall and into the door to room 1274.
When I arrived, following the half dozen or so people who hadn’t changed their minds halfway down the hall, I couldn’t help but notice the room was impossibly dark. Uninviting scents of sweat and incense wafted into my nose as I sat down on a small folding chair.
Everyone around me was silent, waiting patiently for any sign that we were in the right place. After an excruciatingly long five minutes of anxious waiting, something started to happen.
A sound of deep bass bellowed throughout the room. Black lights lined the ceiling, illuminating a geometric symbol painted on the wall and causing it to glow bright blue.
A man, deathly skinny with long hair that also seemed to glow under the neon purple lighting, stepped up in front of the chairs and began speaking.
“Good evening.” He said in a familiar, articulate tone. “Tonight you have chosen to be awakened. You have seen that there is something more and you wish to be pushed into a state of divination.”
A stage light shined from behind me, causing his pale skin to glow bright white. The familiar man who’s videos I’d obsessively watched over the past few days looked a bit different. He was older. Much older.
“I am here to guide you into a state of consciousness that you have only dreamt about. I am here to give you the push required to open your mind.”
He made a gentle pushing gesture with his hands. It was theatrical, just like his videos. He smiled a terrible, crooked tooth, squinty-eyed smile. It shouted malice, but my mind argued with my instincts. It told me that I was being irrational; that my fear of the unknown was forcing me to see things that weren’t true.
Two people who made themselves known as Morgue’s colleagues began to make their way around to each of the six people that sat scattered throughout the room.
One was a lady, tall and thin like Morgue. She was covered from head to toe in tattoos of oddly configured shapes, all symmetrical from what I could see. She had a thick gauged septum ring that connected at each end of the horseshoe style jewelry to thin chains that strung up to her eyebrows and attached to circular rings there. It gave the faint appearance of a veil draped over her face.
The other was a large man. Round, as if he didn’t get the memo that food was no longer a necessity. He sported a tall, stiff mohawk. He opened his mouth as he approached me, revealing tarnished silver teeth. His eyes were inhuman, cat-like marbles set deep inside his perspiring head.
“Freedom awaits,” he said, handing me a small paper stick.
I wasn’t sure what to make of the small object, but it looked and felt similar to a pixie stick. Long and cylindrical with a sand like material that moved around as I kneaded it.
Morgue continued in the fashion of a true showman:
“We are here to help all who will welcome us. We want each and every one of you to take control of your destiny. To unlock your true potential and transcend this monotonous reality into a true state of nirvana and open-ended bliss. You will be in control of everything around you, changing that which does not please you, and highlighting that which does.”
He presented a cylinder identical to the one we all now held in our hands. The two punk-rock sidekicks joined him on stage, standing just outside of the spotlight.
The trio reminded me more of a circus sideshow, or some sort of freak show, rather than a group of religious leaders. That familiar anxiety began to grow inside me once again, fizzling deep within my stomach and tying my gut into a thick knot.
“Now,” Morgue said, raising his cylinder. “Raise your prophetic dust and ingest it with me. Become one with Hyperianism and leave behind this pathetic and putrid existence.”
He turned the cylinder up, into his mouth, tilting his head back. His Adam’s Apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed, inhumanly large like some sort of clementine stuck halfway down his esophagus.
His words sent my mind on a rampage of negative thoughts and terrifying realities. Was I right? Was this some sort of Jim Jones or Dave Koresh scenario that I’d gotten myself caught up in? How would I escape?
My breathing became rapid and erratic. A thick layer of sweat began to form all across my body and the room started to close in around me. My heart pounded deep inside my chest as I reached up and tugged at my collar, vainly attempting to cool my body.
I looked around and saw only two others doing as he commanded. The rest seemed to make the same connection as I did and simply looked around. Then, all four of our eyes fell on the two followers, as well as Morgue himself.
They’d ingested this substance that was likely poison. Any second now, they should begin to show signs. Foaming at the mouth, writhing on the floor, something…
But there was nothing. No sign that they had just willingly killed themselves.
Morgue also looked fine. If anything, he actually looked ten years younger, as if he’d stepped into the fountain of youth before our eyes. I wasn’t sure what the rest of the crowd was thinking, but this was only partially comforting. It was clear, at least in my mind, that Morgue had simply taken a placebo. The real poison was held by those of us seated in front of him.
But still, the two who were brave enough to try it didn’t fall out or start convulsing uncontrollably, which sparked my curiosity. If it wasn’t poison, then what was it? Still, I wasn’t curious enough to find out for myself, regardless of how compelling Morgue’s videos had been. Sure, he’d made a decent argument for his cause online, but undeniable proof would’ve been more convincing.
Unfortunately for the other devotees, they saw things differently. They looked to one another before upturning the small cylinders, dumping the contents into their mouths. Each of them shuddered in disgust as the fine powder hit their tongues and began to work its way down their throats.
A man two seats to my right looked at me. The pained expression of utter disgust quickly washing away from his face, replaced by a euphoric absence as his eyes glazed over. Now, he looked more like a slave to the substance than a man free of human constraint.
My eyes quickly darted to the front of the room. Morgue and his two sidekicks appeared to be eyeing me. Waiting for me to make the same choice as the others around me. He looked at the woman to his left, then turned his head dramatically to the heavy-set man to his right. I noticed his skin appeared to glow brighter under the spot light, nearly blinding me.
“There’s always one…” he said, trailing off with a sinister laugh.
The woman suddenly appeared to my right. It was impossible and caused me to jump with a start. She had literally just been ten feet in front of me and, in the blink of an eye, appeared by my side. The rotund man was on my left, also as if by some sort of magical teleportation.
They extended arms out toward me, sending me into a panicked hysteria. My mind suddenly switched focus. It was now fight or flight, and flight didn’t seem like much of an option seeing as how I was surrounded.
Adrenaline surged through my veins, sending gooseflesh rising across my body. My limbs shook uncontrollably. I managed, after a moment of pure terror, to clench a fist and hurl it at the woman. It was against my natural instincts, having been raised to never hit a woman, but she was a threat and I was left with no other choice.
My knuckles connected with her nose and I heard a loud crunch as my hand struck her face. I pulled back, but something held my hand in place against her face, resisting as I attempted to pull away. Without thinking, I jerked my hand back.
She grabbed her face and let out a yawp, collapsing to the floor and writhing in agony. I looked down at my throbbing hand and noticed thin chains encircling my fist, embedded into the skin in some areas. Small bits of flesh hung on the ends attached to circular rings.
I knew this was my only chance. I had to run. I had to go and never look back.
I jumped up, over the small folding chairs and bolted towards the door. Morgue stood there, blocking the only exit. He was motionless, his arms crossed over his shirtless torso and his large, penetrating eyes staring at me with contempt.
The foreboding sense of pure dread lingered in the air, thick enough to cut. I stared at Morgue as I came to a halt about six feet away from him. I was unsure if I should try to rush him or if I should look for another escape route.
My time was running short and I knew it. I knew if I didn’t try to make my escape now, I wouldn’t have another opportunity. I decided to rush him, remembering my brief stint in elementary school football. I sprinted toward him, ready to make the tackle. I came in low and wrapped my arms around his waist but he didn’t budge. I was stopped in my tracks as if he was made of stone, slamming my shoulder into rock hard flesh.
I stumbled back, gripping my aching shoulder. Why didn’t he move? Was this really how I was meant to die? I refused to accept it. I couldn’t allow myself to fall victim to this… thing.
“You cannot escape us.” He said, slowly stepping toward me.
I felt a hand grip my shoulder and whipped my head around to see the familiar large man covered in tattoos. The henchman who’d handed me the prospective poison. Rage billowed deep within his eyes, his mouth was turned up in a horrid scowl. The neon lighting of the room seemed to accent this rage, giving him a demonic, glowing aura.
I scanned the room in search of something… anything that I might be able to use to aid my escape, but there was nothing. The five others who had entered with me sat in their seats staring forward as if they didn’t realize the commotion happening around them.
“Hey!” I shouted, trying to get their attention as the large man tightened his grip on my shoulder and brought his other hand up to my opposite shoulder.
He had a grip on me like a vice, lifting me clear off my feet and dangling me in the air for a moment. I flailed my legs in a vain attempt to free myself from his grip. It was pointless, though. He was the size of a full grown ox, triple my weight, and he had a strong hold on me.
I stopped resisting for a moment and thought. The pressure bearing down on my chest and arms was shortening my breaths and clouding my mind. I couldn’t figure out how I would escape and had begun to accept my fate. I’d gotten in too far over my head.
Then, it hit me. The woman didn’t seem to be impervious like Morgue. I was able to land a swift punch to her face that she had yet to recover from. I looked over the large man’s shoulder, at the heap of bone and flesh on the floor. She panted, gripping at her face, but she did not stand.
I found myself in another dilemma, though. My arms were pinned to my sides, so landing a punch was out of the question.
Think… think! I told myself in my mind.
The thought came quickly, and I acted just as fast. I reared my leg back, winding up for a powerful kick before whipping it forward, as hard as I could. I felt the top part of my foot land hard in his crotch. Flesh collapsed under the force of my kick, and I saw the man’s expression quickly change. The fury left him, replaced by absolute agony.
He quickly released his grip on me and his hands found their way to his family jewels. He let out a groan and exhaled all the air from his lungs as he fell to the ground. I stumbled down, watching Morgue make a slow and methodical approach.
He walked by the heap of man on the floor, staring down at him with utter disgust.
“Pathetic…” he said through gritted teeth as he reared back and landed a kick. Morgue’s heavy boot connected with the man’s ribs and an inconceivably loud crunch echoed through the room, causing me to wince in repulsion.
It became clear to me then that Morgue had no sympathy for his “colleagues.” They were likely just people that he’d converted to his twisted religion. People who saw no other option than to do as they were told.
I looked back at the people, still seated and staring up at the wall. Their eyes were fixed on that glowing symbol on the wall behind where Morgue had made his dramatic introduction.
Then, something happened. Something I still can’t quite explain.
All at once, the people let out an exhausted breath. A glowing, misty cloud escaped each of their mouths and made its way to the front of the room, falling onto the painted symbol on the wall. It appeared to be pulling the mist into the center, as if it were some sort of vacuum. The glow pulsated, growing brighter then dimming, as it absorbed the cloud.
Then, as the last of it escaped their mouths, the people collapsed from their seats and laid in heaps on the ground. I stared in horror as their bodies quickly decayed before my eyes, turning into ash before collapsing into small mountains of grey dust that glowed under the club style lighting around me.
That… That could’ve been me… I thought, trembling in fear.
I turned my head and looked back at Morgue, who took a deep breath in through his nose, closing his eyes and letting a sinister grin stretch across his face from ear to ear. When he let the breath out and looked at me, a warm sensation spread across my front as my bladder emptied its contents from complete and utter fear.
His eyes glowed in their sockets. Not like your typical neon glow under a blacklight. No, they were bright red, like laser beams shooting from his eyes. His emaciated frame had suddenly filled out, his muscle nearly tripling in size, veins bulging from his chest and biceps. His trapezius swelled up, eliminating the appearance of a neck.
I couldn’t move. My legs simply would not take me to safety and instead, remained planted in place as the warm urine continued to spread across my jeans. Morgue continued to transform before my eyes. His hands became increasingly large, and his black fingernails, which I had previously assumed to be painted, grew into long, sharp talons.
Finally, my legs took what my brain told them to do and acted, but not in the way I expected. Rather than bolting for the door, they decided to slowly back away from this monster. Not a terrible move, I must say, but not the smartest.
I continued backing up, kicking metal folding chairs out of my way without taking my eyes off of the snarling beast before me. It appeared his terrifying and amazing transformation was complete and he had now locked eyes with me. My heart felt like it was going to jump up my throat and out of my mouth, beating crazily in my chest as the beast approached.
I felt myself back into something solid, a cool breeze shot up my back from below. The air conditioner, and the cool wall against my back was the window.
Morgue snarled inhumanly deep, squelching gurgles as he continued taking heavy, thumping steps toward me.
He stopped for a moment, just over arms length away from me.
A split second of silence. A brief thought that maybe, just maybe, I’d make it out alive. Maybe he would just let me leave.
That thought exited my mind quickly as he leapt forward, barreling straight at me with his steroid built body. His feet fell one over another, thundering below me and vibrating the carpeted floor beneath my feet.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.
Then I felt it.
The stinging sensation of his claws digging into my torso. The vibrating pulsation of puncturing talons inserting themselves deep into my skin, making their way below layer after layer of skin until they found muscle and seated themselves into it.
The sound of shattering glass behind me as the window I was propped up against gave way, sending myself and Morgue plummeting twelve stories down.
We flipped through the air as my insides twisted and butterflies fluttered in my torso. Morgue still had his claws deep inside of my stomach, but I couldn’t feel them. I couldn’t feel anything as the adrenaline pumped hard through my veins.
I could hear screams gaining volume below me, barely audible over the roar of wind invading my ears. I closed my eyes and came to grips with the reality that this was my demise. I stopped with a thud, air forcing its way out of my lungs before blacking out.
Small bits of consciousness came back to me violently. Flashes of incomprehensible pieces of reality interrupted by darkness.
The feeling of drowning, air being replaced by water inside of my lungs, a pulsating pressure on my sternum followed by oxygen forcing its way down my trachea. Flashing red lights and two men lifting my body off the ground.
When I finally awoke, my surroundings were foreign. Rhythmic beeping played in the background coupled with the intermittent hissing of oxygen purging itself from over-pressurized lines.
I looked around, squinting my eyes as the fluorescent lighting above me shone down. Intravenous fluid lines invaded my right arm. My left was wrapped in a hard cast. Aches in my back and chest caused my breathing to be short and labored. My mouth was impossibly dry, lips sticking together as I opened and tried to speak.
“Hello?” I said, forcing the words out in a gritty screech.
I was alone. An off-white thermal blanket draped over me as I laid, sprawled out on a hospital bed. One of the many monitors attached to me began beeping faster before someone finally entered. A woman in scrubs bearing a familiar comic book character symbol walked in.
“Oh, excellent!” she cheered in a tone that was all too chipper. “You’re awake. Your doctor will be so happy to hear that! How are you feeling?”
I could hear genuine concern in her tone, but didn’t know how to answer.
“Wha-” I started but was cut off.
“What happened?” She asked, assuming what I was thinking. “You fell twelve stories out of your hotel room. Luckily you went right into the pool and one of the brave, albeit drunk, guys downstairs was able to fish you out in time.”
I sat there for a moment, the look on my face that of pure confusion. Then, everything came back to me in a horrific flash. I felt my pulse speeding up as the panic began to flow freely through my veins. The monotonous beeping sped up, giving away my secret to the nurse.
“Woah, woah,” she said. “It’s okay. Just calm down a moment.”
She held her hands in front of her, palms out as if to say “don’t worry.” I could do anything but. Thoughts flowed freely through my mind. Where had Morgue gone? Would he be back?
My chest began to sting and throb as my breathing became heavier. I sighed and gasped in pain. The nurse seemed to read me like a book, making sense of my guttural noises.
“You’ve got a handful of broken ribs and some pretty serious puncture wounds across your chest. You need to take it easy. I’m going to give you a mild sedative. Just something to calm your nerves.”
She held up a needle before inserting it into the IV line sticking out of my arm. As she depressed the plunger, I felt the cold liquid spread through my veins. A few seconds later, the effects of the medicine became noticeable. She placed the syringe into a sharps bin before turning back to me and removing her rubber gloves.
“Your doctor will be in shortly.”
She smiled, turned and left the room. My mouth still felt like a desert, but I felt myself slowly drifting to sleep once again. A restful daze took its hold on me as my eyelids grew heavier and heavier with each passing moment.
Visions of Morgue making his daring and terrible transformation invaded my mind, sending me reeling in horror as the scene played out in my head once again. A disembodied voice that I hadn’t recognized repeated my name over and over again.
“Jona-ton?” he asked. “Jona-ton, are you awake?
He spoke with a hispanic accent, saying my name with the slightest inflection at the end.
My eyes shot open and relief washed over me as I realized I was still in the safety of the hospital room. A man was seated next to my bed. Dark complexion with black hair slicked back and a thick layer of scruff covering his chin.
“Buenas dias,” he said, smiling as he looked down at his clipboard. “How are you feeling?”
I struggled to speak through my dry mouth and the utter exhaustion I felt.
“Crappy,” I said in a raspy whisper.
“As expected,” he gave a half-hearted chuckle before continuing. “You fell nearly a hundred and twenty feet. You’re quite lucky to be alive. Can you tell me your name?”
“Yeah… ah,” I winced in pain as I attempted to prop myself up a bit. “Jonathon Winslow.” I said, struggling through the words as my squeaky voice grounded away in my throat.
“Good, Jona-ton. Now,” he straightened the glasses perched on his nose. “I am going to leave you here with Officer Black. She has a couple questions for you regarding how you fell from that window.”
He motioned towards the door where a small, petite woman entered the room. She wore a blue uniform adorned with a patch on her left shoulder that read “Las Vegas Police Department.” Her small nose, narrow eyes and darker complexion told me she was likely of Asian descent.
“Hello, mister Winslow.” She said, bringing a lime green clipboard up to her chest and jotting something down. “Can you tell me what happened?”
Her eyes jumped from the piece of green plastic she held and met my gaze. I knew she wouldn’t believe my story, but what else could I say? The nervousness was definitely showing on my face. If I didn’t choose my words carefully, I could be committed to some sort of psych ward or mental institution under the Baker Act, and I certainly didn’t belong there.
I pondered what could possibly go wrong if I just admitted why I’d gone there in the first place, and simply left out the part where Morgue turned into some sort of demonic monster. It wasn’t so far fetched to think I’d gone there searching for something to believe in and when I showed up, I was met with a group of psychopaths who ultimately tried to kill me before tossing me out the window.
I opted for that excuse which Officer Black seemed to have no trouble believing. I guess the stories about Vegas are true - anything goes in this city.
She took down a description of all three people, but I knew nothing would be done. There was nothing they could do. They didn’t have a real name, and from the clock on the wall I knew it was at least 9am, meaning they’d had 9 hours to make their escape.
She nodded, thanking me for the information, turned and exited.
The doctor entered once again and informed me that I would need a few tests. Being conscious would allow them to find brain damage easier, if there was any.
Aside from a somewhat minor concussion, several broken ribs, a broken arm, and multiple lacerations and puncture wounds, I was ultimately given a clean bill of health. But what would I do? I was stuck in Vegas with no money, no car and no job waiting for me back home.
I left the hospital and found that it was surprisingly easy to secure a payday loan. It struck me as odd at first, but the more I thought about it the more I realized that a guy being stranded in Vegas with no car or money might be a pretty common scenario.
After securing a flight and making my way home, I finally felt safe. I could settle back into reality, knowing that the existence Morgue had preached about was non-existent. I couldn’t help but feel a bit of paranoia, though. The thought that everytime I looked over my shoulder or around a dark corner, Morgue would be there. His hulking figure and large talons ready to finish the job they’d started sent chills down my spine and anxiety gripping my chest.
Getting my job back was tough. Not because my boss didn’t want me back, but because I had to put my pride to the wayside and formulate a somewhat embarrassing lie. The look on his face changed in an instant.
At first he’d had a contemptuous look, eyebrows parallel and a frown smeared across his jaw, ready for me to get down on my knees and beg. But as soon as I told him that I’d quit because I was in a bad place mentally, and that I needed to get help, his expression shifted. His eyebrows raised in a state of concern, the frown, although still present, no longer conveyed contempt but worry.
“Oh, Jonathon. I’m sorry, man…” He’d told me, eyes darting around his head like a madman. “You’re welcome back here as soon as you can. Take a few days to yourself and then we’ll see you back here on… say, Monday?”
I smiled, unsure of what to say other than:
“Sounds good, thank you. I appreciate your understanding.”
I turned and walked out after a quick handshake, the feeling of accomplishment forming a victorious smirk on my face. Things were back to normal. My weekend was insane, but now I could settle back into the norm.
A few weeks passed. Things were going as good as they could, but that empty feeling had begun to return. I could feel myself falling back into a slump.
Browsing through facebook seemed to be my time waster of choice. Scrolling through and liking photos, laughing internally at memes, watching short videos of people doing dumb stuff that ultimately resulted in them being hurt. Typical internet stuff.
Then, I saw it. That androgynous man, no eye brows. Long, white-blonde hair draped over his face in matted, wet strands. He stared into the camera, speaking familiar teachings. Things about how to control the universe - how to make it work in your favor.
I wouldn’t be tempted this time, though. I knew his secret. I knew what his endgame was.
I tapped my thumb on the profile picture associated with Morgue, taking me to an archive of all his videos. Some familiar, some new. I didn’t watch them, though. I simply clicked the “more options” tab, scrolled to the bottom of the menu and clicked “Block User.”
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I joined the church of Hyperianism... Don’t make the same mistake

I started seeing his videos on Facebook. They’d just pop up on my timeline.
He looked odd. Long, white hair that was straight and extended down past his stomach. His eyebrows were shaved off, or maybe they were never there to begin with, it was impossible to tell. He wore strange make-up to accent his inhuman features and project an alternative style.
His voice was both confident and articulate, but it was the things he said that drew me in. He spoke about the wonders of the universe, how it all worked and how every little thing we saw was nothing more than a complex system of mathematics put together to form what we perceived as reality.
Intrigued and desperate for something to believe in greater than myself, I couldn’t help but watch hours upon hours of the man. He was known only as Morgue, and he preached a religion in which he seemed to be the founder of or, at the very least, a strong influencer of the belief.
I’ll admit, looking back on Hyperianism, I should’ve seen it. I should’ve known that following something like this would only result in pain, but I was naive and, as I said before, desperate. My faith had been a bit wobbly before I found Morgue. My heart was empty and hopeless.
Then, as if by divine intervention, he was there.
His video, which was nothing more than a square jawed, androgynous man staring into a camera and speaking, drew me in. I think it was the eloquent intensity he spoke with. The way he explained how the world and all the scenarios that play out around us are just complex systems of math equations ebbing and flowing through space and time, something he’d dubbed Hyperianism.
It was genuinely titillating.
And even better - at the end of one of his more recent videos, aptly titled “The reason your life is empty,” he spoke of a meet and greet happening exactly one week from the time I’d watched it. An opportunity to speak with Morgue himself, along with his two closest colleagues, regarding Hyperianism and how to become a member of the “church.”
Sure, at first I had the thought that they would try to sell me something. I figured it was just a way for them to collect money. But then, as if he was answering my questions as they popped into my mind, he said:
“No, we will not try to sell you anything. And no, we are not looking for donations. We are looking for dedicated members of society who want to fulfill their destiny and become Hyperianists. Individuals who want nothing more than to know the truth. To EVOLVE beyond your wildest dreams.”
My mind was made up. I had my plane tickets bought only minutes after the video ended and excitement began to bubble inside of me. I was going to get to meet this man. To become a part of something greater than myself. To find something to believe in, finally!
Getting the time off work proved to be difficult. My boss refused to grant me a leave of absence, and because I didn’t have the vacation time accumulated he wouldn’t approve it that way either. So, I quit.
From what Morgue said in his video:
“You won’t need to be confined to human monotony. You won’t need a job after you’ve accepted Hyperianism. You will see the world for its true self. You will find yourself on a different plane, above all the rest.”
Over the course of the following week I took my money out of savings. I felt that, although after my religious awakening was complete I wouldn’t need these things, I would need to survive in the meantime. Food, water and shelter were still necessary.
Finally, the day arrived. The day I was to travel to Las Vegas in search of a man named Morgue who could show me divinity in its purest form. Looking back, even as I type that, I know it wasn’t my smartest move. Desperation can lead people to do things that don’t always make sense.
I boarded the airplane with only a single bag. I figured I wouldn’t need anything more. I would be awakened and, as Morgue said:
“Human constructs need not be collected post-divination. Your mind will be open to the complex system of mathematical sines and cosines around you. Material possessions will be deemed pointless, in your mind’s eye.”
The flight landed. The sky was dark seeing as my flight arrived shortly after 9pm, but the bright lights from the nearby, infamous Vegas Strip illuminated the atmosphere in surreal intensity.
Seeing the line-up of hotels and casinos, the characters travelling up and down the main drag with odd clothes and exotic animals and the people bustling about this late at night, drunkenly stumbling around the wide sidewalk caused me to smile ear to ear with exhilarated giddiness.
I approached my hotel, nerves causing my legs to wobble beneath me. I could feel my hands vibrating with a tremor, something I hadn’t been victim to before.
This was going to change my life. I could feel it.
The meeting wasn’t going to start until midnight because, as Morgue said in his video:
“Time is merely a construct meant to keep the human population at bay and without freedom. We will not be confined by imaginary constraints. We will remain nocturnal and break the chains of society’s overwatch on us. We will do as we please with whom we please. We will not be bound.”
I checked into my hotel room, having to place a large sum of money down as a deposit since I was paying in cash. The room was nice. Not quite as nice as I expected for how much I paid, but I didn’t think much of it. My mind just replayed Morgue’s words and I felt at ease.
I relaxed in my hotel room for a few hours, taking a few of the overly priced shots from the mini bar. By about 11pm, I’d started to feel a bit of a buzz and an overt amount of boredom. I figured I’d kill the hour downstairs in the casino playing some nickel and dime slots.
As you probably guessed, I didn’t win much. I just blew through about two-hundred dollars worth of change, and downed another two or three drinks in the short span of an hour, without so much as a second thought.
Then, the time came. I received a text from an unknown number giving me simple instructions:
“Go to room 1274.”
Easy enough.
When I got up to the twelfth floor, I saw a baker’s dozen people heading in the same direction as me. They moved slow, zombie-like and had vacant expressions on their faces clouded by a deep seated anxiety deep inside their eyes.
Their lack of physical emotion sent chills down my spine. A feeling that was hard to shake off as I joined the herd and headed toward room 1274. My mind was fuzzy on account of the drinks, but that didn’t stop me from wandering through the depths of my mind and playing scenario after horrifying scenario.
The image of robed figures splaying me out on a pedestal, spilling my innards over some sort of satanic symbols followed thoughts that perhaps I was walking into some sort of trap.
I tried to force the negativity to leave my mind by using some techniques I’d picked up in a few of Morgue’s videos, but they didn’t seem to be working. That should have been the first sign that something about this wasn’t quite what it was hyped up to be.
I went forward, swallowing my fear and fighting my legs to continue moving down the hall and into the door to room 1274.
When I arrived, following the half dozen or so people who hadn’t changed their minds halfway down the hall, I couldn’t help but notice the room was impossibly dark. Uninviting scents of sweat and incense wafted into my nose as I sat down on a small folding chair.
Everyone around me was silent, waiting patiently for any sign that we were in the right place. After an excruciatingly long five minutes of anxious waiting, something started to happen.
A sound of deep bass bellowed throughout the room. Black lights lined the ceiling, illuminating a geometric symbol painted on the wall and causing it to glow bright blue.
A man, deathly skinny with long hair that also seemed to glow under the neon purple lighting, stepped up in front of the chairs and began speaking.
“Good evening.” He said in a familiar, articulate tone. “Tonight you have chosen to be awakened. You have seen that there is something more and you wish to be pushed into a state of divination.”
A stage light shined from behind me, causing his pale skin to glow bright white. The familiar man who’s videos I’d obsessively watched over the past few days looked a bit different. He was older. Much older.
“I am here to guide you into a state of consciousness that you have only dreamt about. I am here to give you the push required to open your mind.”
He made a gentle pushing gesture with his hands. It was theatrical, just like his videos. He smiled a terrible, crooked tooth, squinty-eyed smile. It shouted malice, but my mind argued with my instincts. It told me that I was being irrational; that my fear of the unknown was forcing me to see things that weren’t true.
Two people who made themselves known as Morgue’s colleagues began to make their way around to each of the six people that sat scattered throughout the room.
One was a lady, tall and thin like Morgue. She was covered from head to toe in tattoos of oddly configured shapes, all symmetrical from what I could see. She had a thick gauged septum ring that connected at each end of the horseshoe style jewelry to thin chains that strung up to her eyebrows and attached to circular rings there. It gave the faint appearance of a veil draped over her face.
The other was a large man. Round, as if he didn’t get the memo that food was no longer a necessity. He sported a tall, stiff mohawk. He opened his mouth as he approached me, revealing tarnished silver teeth. His eyes were inhuman, cat-like marbles set deep inside his perspiring head.
“Freedom awaits,” he said, handing me a small paper stick.
I wasn’t sure what to make of the small object, but it looked and felt similar to a pixie stick. Long and cylindrical with a sand like material that moved around as I kneaded it.
Morgue continued in the fashion of a true showman:
“We are here to help all who will welcome us. We want each and every one of you to take control of your destiny. To unlock your true potential and transcend this monotonous reality into a true state of nirvana and open-ended bliss. You will be in control of everything around you, changing that which does not please you, and highlighting that which does.”
He presented a cylinder identical to the one we all now held in our hands. The two punk-rock sidekicks joined him on stage, standing just outside of the spotlight.
The trio reminded me more of a circus sideshow, or some sort of freak show, rather than a group of religious leaders. That familiar anxiety began to grow inside me once again, fizzling deep within my stomach and tying my gut into a thick knot.
“Now,” Morgue said, raising his cylinder. “Raise your prophetic dust and ingest it with me. Become one with Hyperianism and leave behind this pathetic and putrid existence.”
He turned the cylinder up, into his mouth, tilting his head back. His Adam’s Apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed, inhumanly large like some sort of clementine stuck halfway down his esophagus.
His words sent my mind on a rampage of negative thoughts and terrifying realities. Was I right? Was this some sort of Jim Jones or Dave Koresh scenario that I’d gotten myself caught up in? How would I escape?
My breathing became rapid and erratic. A thick layer of sweat began to form all across my body and the room started to close in around me. My heart pounded deep inside my chest as I reached up and tugged at my collar, vainly attempting to cool my body.
I looked around and saw only two others doing as he commanded. The rest seemed to make the same connection as I did and simply looked around. Then, all four of our eyes fell on the two followers, as well as Morgue himself.
They’d ingested this substance that was likely poison. Any second now, they should begin to show signs. Foaming at the mouth, writhing on the floor, something…
But there was nothing. No sign that they had just willingly killed themselves.
Morgue also looked fine. If anything, he actually looked ten years younger, as if he’d stepped into the fountain of youth before our eyes. I wasn’t sure what the rest of the crowd was thinking, but this was only partially comforting. It was clear, at least in my mind, that Morgue had simply taken a placebo. The real poison was held by those of us seated in front of him.
But still, the two who were brave enough to try it didn’t fall out or start convulsing uncontrollably, which sparked my curiosity. If it wasn’t poison, then what was it? Still, I wasn’t curious enough to find out for myself, regardless of how compelling Morgue’s videos had been. Sure, he’d made a decent argument for his cause online, but undeniable proof would’ve been more convincing.
Unfortunately for the other devotees, they saw things differently. They looked to one another before upturning the small cylinders, dumping the contents into their mouths. Each of them shuddered in disgust as the fine powder hit their tongues and began to work its way down their throats.
A man two seats to my right looked at me. The pained expression of utter disgust quickly washing away from his face, replaced by a euphoric absence as his eyes glazed over. Now, he looked more like a slave to the substance than a man free of human constraint.
My eyes quickly darted to the front of the room. Morgue and his two sidekicks appeared to be eyeing me. Waiting for me to make the same choice as the others around me. He looked at the woman to his left, then turned his head dramatically to the heavy-set man to his right. I noticed his skin appeared to glow brighter under the spot light, nearly blinding me.
“There’s always one…” he said, trailing off with a sinister laugh.
The woman suddenly appeared to my right. It was impossible and caused me to jump with a start. She had literally just been ten feet in front of me and, in the blink of an eye, appeared by my side. The rotund man was on my left, also as if by some sort of magical teleportation.
They extended arms out toward me, sending me into a panicked hysteria. My mind suddenly switched focus. It was now fight or flight, and flight didn’t seem like much of an option seeing as how I was surrounded.
Adrenaline surged through my veins, sending gooseflesh rising across my body. My limbs shook uncontrollably. I managed, after a moment of pure terror, to clench a fist and hurl it at the woman. It was against my natural instincts, having been raised to never hit a woman, but she was a threat and I was left with no other choice.
My knuckles connected with her nose and I heard a loud crunch as my hand struck her face. I pulled back, but something held my hand in place against her face, resisting as I attempted to pull away. Without thinking, I jerked my hand back.
She grabbed her face and let out a yawp, collapsing to the floor and writhing in agony. I looked down at my throbbing hand and noticed thin chains encircling my fist, embedded into the skin in some areas. Small bits of flesh hung on the ends attached to circular rings.
I knew this was my only chance. I had to run. I had to go and never look back.
I jumped up, over the small folding chairs and bolted towards the door. Morgue stood there, blocking the only exit. He was motionless, his arms crossed over his shirtless torso and his large, penetrating eyes staring at me with contempt.
The foreboding sense of pure dread lingered in the air, thick enough to cut. I stared at Morgue as I came to a halt about six feet away from him. I was unsure if I should try to rush him or if I should look for another escape route.
My time was running short and I knew it. I knew if I didn’t try to make my escape now, I wouldn’t have another opportunity. I decided to rush him, remembering my brief stint in elementary school football. I sprinted toward him, ready to make the tackle. I came in low and wrapped my arms around his waist but he didn’t budge. I was stopped in my tracks as if he was made of stone, slamming my shoulder into rock hard flesh.
I stumbled back, gripping my aching shoulder. Why didn’t he move? Was this really how I was meant to die? I refused to accept it. I couldn’t allow myself to fall victim to this… thing.
“You cannot escape us.” He said, slowly stepping toward me.
I felt a hand grip my shoulder and whipped my head around to see the familiar large man covered in tattoos. The henchman who’d handed me the prospective poison. Rage billowed deep within his eyes, his mouth was turned up in a horrid scowl. The neon lighting of the room seemed to accent this rage, giving him a demonic, glowing aura.
I scanned the room in search of something… anything that I might be able to use to aid my escape, but there was nothing. The five others who had entered with me sat in their seats staring forward as if they didn’t realize the commotion happening around them.
“Hey!” I shouted, trying to get their attention as the large man tightened his grip on my shoulder and brought his other hand up to my opposite shoulder.
He had a grip on me like a vice, lifting me clear off my feet and dangling me in the air for a moment. I flailed my legs in a vain attempt to free myself from his grip. It was pointless, though. He was the size of a full grown ox, triple my weight, and he had a strong hold on me.
I stopped resisting for a moment and thought. The pressure bearing down on my chest and arms was shortening my breaths and clouding my mind. I couldn’t figure out how I would escape and had begun to accept my fate. I’d gotten in too far over my head.
Then, it hit me. The woman didn’t seem to be impervious like Morgue. I was able to land a swift punch to her face that she had yet to recover from. I looked over the large man’s shoulder, at the heap of bone and flesh on the floor. She panted, gripping at her face, but she did not stand.
I found myself in another dilemma, though. My arms were pinned to my sides, so landing a punch was out of the question.
Think… think! I told myself in my mind.
The thought came quickly, and I acted just as fast. I reared my leg back, winding up for a powerful kick before whipping it forward, as hard as I could. I felt the top part of my foot land hard in his crotch. Flesh collapsed under the force of my kick, and I saw the man’s expression quickly change. The fury left him, replaced by absolute agony.
He quickly released his grip on me and his hands found their way to his family jewels. He let out a groan and exhaled all the air from his lungs as he fell to the ground. I stumbled down, watching Morgue make a slow and methodical approach.
He walked by the heap of man on the floor, staring down at him with utter disgust.
“Pathetic…” he said through gritted teeth as he reared back and landed a kick. Morgue’s heavy boot connected with the man’s ribs and an inconceivably loud crunch echoed through the room, causing me to wince in repulsion.
It became clear to me then that Morgue had no sympathy for his “colleagues.” They were likely just people that he’d converted to his twisted religion. People who saw no other option than to do as they were told.
I looked back at the people, still seated and staring up at the wall. Their eyes were fixed on that glowing symbol on the wall behind where Morgue had made his dramatic introduction.
Then, something happened. Something I still can’t quite explain.
All at once, the people let out an exhausted breath. A glowing, misty cloud escaped each of their mouths and made its way to the front of the room, falling onto the painted symbol on the wall. It appeared to be pulling the mist into the center, as if it were some sort of vacuum. The glow pulsated, growing brighter then dimming, as it absorbed the cloud.
Then, as the last of it escaped their mouths, the people collapsed from their seats and laid in heaps on the ground. I stared in horror as their bodies quickly decayed before my eyes, turning into ash before collapsing into small mountains of grey dust that glowed under the club style lighting around me.
That… That could’ve been me… I thought, trembling in fear.
I turned my head and looked back at Morgue, who took a deep breath in through his nose, closing his eyes and letting a sinister grin stretch across his face from ear to ear. When he let the breath out and looked at me, a warm sensation spread across my front as my bladder emptied its contents from complete and utter fear.
His eyes glowed in their sockets. Not like your typical neon glow under a blacklight. No, they were bright red, like laser beams shooting from his eyes. His emaciated frame had suddenly filled out, his muscle nearly tripling in size, veins bulging from his chest and biceps. His trapezius swelled up, eliminating the appearance of a neck.
I couldn’t move. My legs simply would not take me to safety and instead, remained planted in place as the warm urine continued to spread across my jeans. Morgue continued to transform before my eyes. His hands became increasingly large, and his black fingernails, which I had previously assumed to be painted, grew into long, sharp talons.
Finally, my legs took what my brain told them to do and acted, but not in the way I expected. Rather than bolting for the door, they decided to slowly back away from this monster. Not a terrible move, I must say, but not the smartest.
I continued backing up, kicking metal folding chairs out of my way without taking my eyes off of the snarling beast before me. It appeared his terrifying and amazing transformation was complete and he had now locked eyes with me. My heart felt like it was going to jump up my throat and out of my mouth, beating crazily in my chest as the beast approached.
I felt myself back into something solid, a cool breeze shot up my back from below. The air conditioner, and the cool wall against my back was the window.
Morgue snarled inhumanly deep, squelching gurgles as he continued taking heavy, thumping steps toward me.
He stopped for a moment, just over arms length away from me.
A split second of silence. A brief thought that maybe, just maybe, I’d make it out alive. Maybe he would just let me leave.
That thought exited my mind quickly as he leapt forward, barreling straight at me with his steroid built body. His feet fell one over another, thundering below me and vibrating the carpeted floor beneath my feet.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.
Then I felt it.
The stinging sensation of his claws digging into my torso. The vibrating pulsation of puncturing talons inserting themselves deep into my skin, making their way below layer after layer of skin until they found muscle and seated themselves into it.
The sound of shattering glass behind me as the window I was propped up against gave way, sending myself and Morgue plummeting twelve stories down.
We flipped through the air as my insides twisted and butterflies fluttered in my torso. Morgue still had his claws deep inside of my stomach, but I couldn’t feel them. I couldn’t feel anything as the adrenaline pumped hard through my veins.
I could hear screams gaining volume below me, barely audible over the roar of wind invading my ears. I closed my eyes and came to grips with the reality that this was my demise. I stopped with a thud, air forcing its way out of my lungs before blacking out.
Small bits of consciousness came back to me violently. Flashes of incomprehensible pieces of reality interrupted by darkness.
The feeling of drowning, air being replaced by water inside of my lungs, a pulsating pressure on my sternum followed by oxygen forcing its way down my trachea. Flashing red lights and two men lifting my body off the ground.
When I finally awoke, my surroundings were foreign. Rhythmic beeping played in the background coupled with the intermittent hissing of oxygen purging itself from over-pressurized lines.
I looked around, squinting my eyes as the fluorescent lighting above me shone down. Intravenous fluid lines invaded my right arm. My left was wrapped in a hard cast. Aches in my back and chest caused my breathing to be short and labored. My mouth was impossibly dry, lips sticking together as I opened and tried to speak.
“Hello?” I said, forcing the words out in a gritty screech.
I was alone. An off-white thermal blanket draped over me as I laid, sprawled out on a hospital bed. One of the many monitors attached to me began beeping faster before someone finally entered. A woman in scrubs bearing a familiar comic book character symbol walked in.
“Oh, excellent!” she cheered in a tone that was all too chipper. “You’re awake. Your doctor will be so happy to hear that! How are you feeling?”
I could hear genuine concern in her tone, but didn’t know how to answer.
“Wha-” I started but was cut off.
“What happened?” She asked, assuming what I was thinking. “You fell twelve stories out of your hotel room. Luckily you went right into the pool and one of the brave, albeit drunk, guys downstairs was able to fish you out in time.”
I sat there for a moment, the look on my face that of pure confusion. Then, everything came back to me in a horrific flash. I felt my pulse speeding up as the panic began to flow freely through my veins. The monotonous beeping sped up, giving away my secret to the nurse.
“Woah, woah,” she said. “It’s okay. Just calm down a moment.”
She held her hands in front of her, palms out as if to say “don’t worry.” I could do anything but. Thoughts flowed freely through my mind. Where had Morgue gone? Would he be back?
My chest began to sting and throb as my breathing became heavier. I sighed and gasped in pain. The nurse seemed to read me like a book, making sense of my guttural noises.
“You’ve got a handful of broken ribs and some pretty serious puncture wounds across your chest. You need to take it easy. I’m going to give you a mild sedative. Just something to calm your nerves.”
She held up a needle before inserting it into the IV line sticking out of my arm. As she depressed the plunger, I felt the cold liquid spread through my veins. A few seconds later, the effects of the medicine became noticeable. She placed the syringe into a sharps bin before turning back to me and removing her rubber gloves.
“Your doctor will be in shortly.”
She smiled, turned and left the room. My mouth still felt like a desert, but I felt myself slowly drifting to sleep once again. A restful daze took its hold on me as my eyelids grew heavier and heavier with each passing moment.
Visions of Morgue making his daring and terrible transformation invaded my mind, sending me reeling in horror as the scene played out in my head once again. A disembodied voice that I hadn’t recognized repeated my name over and over again.
“Jona-ton?” he asked. “Jona-ton, are you awake?
He spoke with a hispanic accent, saying my name with the slightest inflection at the end.
My eyes shot open and relief washed over me as I realized I was still in the safety of the hospital room. A man was seated next to my bed. Dark complexion with black hair slicked back and a thick layer of scruff covering his chin.
“Buenas dias,” he said, smiling as he looked down at his clipboard. “How are you feeling?”
I struggled to speak through my dry mouth and the utter exhaustion I felt.
“Crappy,” I said in a raspy whisper.
“As expected,” he gave a half-hearted chuckle before continuing. “You fell nearly a hundred and twenty feet. You’re quite lucky to be alive. Can you tell me your name?”
“Yeah… ah,” I winced in pain as I attempted to prop myself up a bit. “Jonathon Winslow.” I said, struggling through the words as my squeaky voice grounded away in my throat.
“Good, Jona-ton. Now,” he straightened the glasses perched on his nose. “I am going to leave you here with Officer Black. She has a couple questions for you regarding how you fell from that window.”
He motioned towards the door where a small, petite woman entered the room. She wore a blue uniform adorned with a patch on her left shoulder that read “Las Vegas Police Department.” Her small nose, narrow eyes and darker complexion told me she was likely of Asian descent.
“Hello, mister Winslow.” She said, bringing a lime green clipboard up to her chest and jotting something down. “Can you tell me what happened?”
Her eyes jumped from the piece of green plastic she held and met my gaze. I knew she wouldn’t believe my story, but what else could I say? The nervousness was definitely showing on my face. If I didn’t choose my words carefully, I could be committed to some sort of psych ward or mental institution under the Baker Act, and I certainly didn’t belong there.
I pondered what could possibly go wrong if I just admitted why I’d gone there in the first place, and simply left out the part where Morgue turned into some sort of demonic monster. It wasn’t so far fetched to think I’d gone there searching for something to believe in and when I showed up, I was met with a group of psychopaths who ultimately tried to kill me before tossing me out the window.
I opted for that excuse which Officer Black seemed to have no trouble believing. I guess the stories about Vegas are true - anything goes in this city.
She took down a description of all three people, but I knew nothing would be done. There was nothing they could do. They didn’t have a real name, and from the clock on the wall I knew it was at least 9am, meaning they’d had 9 hours to make their escape.
She nodded, thanking me for the information, turned and exited.
The doctor entered once again and informed me that I would need a few tests. Being conscious would allow them to find brain damage easier, if there was any.
Aside from a somewhat minor concussion, several broken ribs, a broken arm, and multiple lacerations and puncture wounds, I was ultimately given a clean bill of health. But what would I do? I was stuck in Vegas with no money, no car and no job waiting for me back home.
I left the hospital and found that it was surprisingly easy to secure a payday loan. It struck me as odd at first, but the more I thought about it the more I realized that a guy being stranded in Vegas with no car or money might be a pretty common scenario.
After securing a flight and making my way home, I finally felt safe. I could settle back into reality, knowing that the existence Morgue had preached about was non-existent. I couldn’t help but feel a bit of paranoia, though. The thought that everytime I looked over my shoulder or around a dark corner, Morgue would be there. His hulking figure and large talons ready to finish the job they’d started sent chills down my spine and anxiety gripping my chest.
Getting my job back was tough. Not because my boss didn’t want me back, but because I had to put my pride to the wayside and formulate a somewhat embarrassing lie. The look on his face changed in an instant.
At first he’d had a contemptuous look, eyebrows parallel and a frown smeared across his jaw, ready for me to get down on my knees and beg. But as soon as I told him that I’d quit because I was in a bad place mentally, and that I needed to get help, his expression shifted. His eyebrows raised in a state of concern, the frown, although still present, no longer conveyed contempt but worry.
“Oh, Jonathon. I’m sorry, man…” He’d told me, eyes darting around his head like a madman. “You’re welcome back here as soon as you can. Take a few days to yourself and then we’ll see you back here on… say, Monday?”
I smiled, unsure of what to say other than:
“Sounds good, thank you. I appreciate your understanding.”
I turned and walked out after a quick handshake, the feeling of accomplishment forming a victorious smirk on my face. Things were back to normal. My weekend was insane, but now I could settle back into the norm.
A few weeks passed. Things were going as good as they could, but that empty feeling had begun to return. I could feel myself falling back into a slump.
Browsing through facebook seemed to be my time waster of choice. Scrolling through and liking photos, laughing internally at memes, watching short videos of people doing dumb stuff that ultimately resulted in them being hurt. Typical internet stuff.
Then, I saw it. That androgynous man, no eye brows. Long, white-blonde hair draped over his face in matted, wet strands. He stared into the camera, speaking familiar teachings. Things about how to control the universe - how to make it work in your favor.
I wouldn’t be tempted this time, though. I knew his secret. I knew what his endgame was.
I tapped my thumb on the profile picture associated with Morgue, taking me to an archive of all his videos. Some familiar, some new. I didn’t watch them, though. I simply clicked the “more options” tab, scrolled to the bottom of the menu and clicked “Block User.”
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JoJo's Bizarre Adventure OC Tournament #4: R3M13 - Yuigahama Kaito and Noriko Yabuuchi vs. ???

The results are in for Match 11. The winner is…
Flint Howlett, with a score of 85 to Tunde Ó Santos’s 61!
Category Winner Point Totals Comments
Popularity Flint Howlett 25-15 Despite taking an early lead and keeping it close for most of the match, Tunde was passed by Flint, who was able to hold onto his lead 7-4.
Quality Flint Howlett 30-23 Reasoning
JoJolity Flint Howlett 30-23 Reasoning
Although we gave a full result drop and epilogue for Matches 10 and 11 a few days ago, we’re reposting the results here for posterity. Things may have gotten a little strange with our schedule, but at the time of posting, there are a few hours left of voting for a match that is XPLICITly one of the craziest the tournament has ever seen.
Scenario - Somewhere in California:
After their gauntlet in Brazil, Gioia Arancini and Nico Wolfram had resolved to keep in touch as each of them found leads on what Pão de Queijo had told them about the Black Beetles and XPLICIT. Gioia had relayed what Sofia had learned from Ronald Fogerty about the Black Beetles’ boss, but the biggest piece of information the two teams had shared since then came after Demis Roussos and Hadrian Moore had successfully raided the Black Beetles headquarters, encountering that very boss’s Stand itself.
In the vault, the two had found a dossier on the production of XPLICIT, revealing a connection between Wilkinson’s use of consultants from Lyte, Ltd. and the first recorded appearances of the drug. All of this Gioia relayed to her team, all of whom she’d become much closer to after these experiences, especially a fateful trip to a Washington, DC museum with Schioppo following a successful go-kart race.
It seemed Ric Hawks was somewhat less thrilled by his time with the team, given his determined efforts to look into things on his own, barely consulting with his teammates. To him, the way to get information on Lyte was through their financials, particularly their increasingly shifty CFO. Stefan Pilatti, the one Ric could never quite shake since they’d failed to stop a jailbreak in San Diego, had a simpler idea one day on the bus, born largely out of exasperation:
“Why don’t we just shoot ‘em?”
‘Corazon’ rolled her eyes at this, thinking over everything they’d learned, still maybe a bit jittery from her experience in New Mexico and feeling ever so slightly guilty over how far she’d gone against Buggy Baxter, what with Connor’s report back from the casino. “Too many loose ends, and we don’t want anyone innocent caught up in the crossfire.”
“Yeah, but there’s so much to go over,” Schioppo added. “How are we going to actually get through tracking everything down, especially with Clyde busy with his new hunting business?”
The heretofore silent bus driver was thinking. Noriko Yabuuchi, sugar and ice to Kris and all ice, no fire to Schioppo, was warming up to both, though she wouldn’t admit it, and to the rest of the tea. To even her own surprise, she wanted to help. And she resolved to do so, the best way she knew how, using her own unique skillset.
“Okay, gang, let’s split up and search for clues.”
The Civil Disobedients sat around their bar, the atmosphere of a tense quality. Spirits had certainly been higher in the group’s time together, but things weren’t terribly dreary at the moment, Lyra thought quietly to herself, stirring a frosty glass of grape juice. Even though Prince Johnny’s last excursion hadn’t ended well by any stretch of the imagination: the Civil Disobedients hadn’t heard hide nor hair of him since, they had no idea where he might have been, but Lyra simply hoped he was safe.
Fighter Jet was his usual sunny self, trying to keep spirits up by cracking jokes and recounting their better times, but Kaito wasn’t having any of it, sullen as he stared into an empty glass, contemplating his team, himself. Then Fighter Jet said something—Kaito didn’t quite remember what—but he snapped back. “Maybe we’d have more people after Tags right now if people hadn’t been dicking around during the first round!”
He shot a withering glare at Lyra, who shrunk back on her stool, looking off to the side. “I’m sorry— about me and Djimon, I really could have done better, I, ah… um…”
Kaito continued to lambast her, squeezing his glass tighter, his knuckles turning white. “Maybe we should’ve just sent you out alone, Lyra, then maybe we would’ve seen better results fro—“
Down the bar, Baroness smashed down an empty mug, shards of glass dancing on the bar for a brief moment, before they fell dead on the countertop, the floor, even on Baroness. “KAITO.” She snapped, face red with anger. “Shut the fuck up, okay?! If you’re such hot shit, then where’s all the Tags you’ve collected recently, huh? —What’s that? You don’t have any? Why’s that unsurprising to me?!”
The silence that befell the group was deafening. His face hot with embarrassment, Kaito simply rose from his seat and walked towards the door, leaving the rest of his team behind. Unbeknownst to the rest of his team, Kaito’s face was contorted into a grimace. Every footfall seemed to take forever, despite his quick pace. Was the door always this far away? Even Fighter Jet had quieted, watching the door shut after him.
“Ah… um, Baroness…” Lyra begun, fidgeting with her fingers. “I appreciate you standing up for me, but some of that stuff went a bit too far, don’t you think? It was uncalled for…”
Baroness brushed the few shards of glass off of her pants, a twinge of regret filling her as she cleared her throat, now dry.
Another report successfully filed, finances adjusted, errors corrected, everything under his control as perfect as it could be, as there was little satisfaction as good as a job well done at the end of the day, no matter the nature of the work he was getting done.
Click, click, click…
The man finished what tea was left in his mug, idly clicking his treasured pen, before he tucked it away in the breast pocket of his suit, rising from his executive style chair, high backed and comfortable. He stretched for a moment, before he grabbed his briefcase, striding to the break room to clean and put away the mug. There was something sterile about the environment. Something falsely homey. After he dried out the mug, he set it back into the cupboard, and rubbed his eyes from underneath his glasses. The room wasn’t creepy or unnerving, but after a week, it came to be a bit much for the man’s more subdued tastes.
He made his way through the main working floor, something of a maze of frosted glass and cubicles filled with personal objects. He kept a firm grip on the handle of his briefcase, the occasional employee in the hall seemed to shrink and scurry away, as if to not incur his ire—not that he had much to give at the moment. He did, however, spot a figure dozing at one of the cubicles, black roots beginning to set back into his dyed blonde hair, and his hawaiian shirt slightly crumpled. He supposed it was casual Friday.
With a sigh that was… sympathetic? He walks over, giving a sharp knock on the wall of the cubicle to get his attention. The young man instantly starts awake, wheeling around in his chair, face gaunt with embarrassment. “Muh— Muh— Mister Alcove! I’m sorry, I! Uh— I was—“
Maui Jim stuttered through some vague explanations, quickly snatching two empty Red Bull cans and crumpling them up, throwing them into the trash can beneath his desk. Tom simply stood there, letting him finish whatever he was attempting to say. A glance at his monitor showed that he was on track, even with his noticeably heavy workload.
“I intend to go home now, Maui Jim,” he said calmly once the young man had finished stammering, cheeks bright red. “How much longer do you have?”
“M-Me? I was— Uh I was gonna stay and, I’m super behind, and, uh…”
“Hm. Carry on, then. You’ve got quite a bit of important work to do, and I don’t mean to interrupt. But do clean up your workspace.”
Tom left it at that, turning to walk towards the elevator as Maui stammered his belated apology, hastily clearing up his supplies as the CFO stepped into the elevator, thankfully empty, heading down to the ground floor where he would be able to leave.
“Thanks, Ric, thanks, Corazon…” Murmured Noriko as she taped a small copy of a map onto her dashboard, marked with pen and highlighter to indicate the most probable path their wanted man would take. She could practically hear the voices of her teammates:
*”We went through what we could find out about his schedule, he always stops at this grocery store after he leaves work on Fridays. No idea why, but he does.”
“Uh,” Corazon had interjected. “Maybe just maybe because he’s a normal person who wants to stock up on some essentials before the weekend, duh.”
”...What was I thinking. Fuck.” Kaito walked down the sidewalk, away from the bar he had been inside mere moments before. Did he even actually like any of them? Why did he bother to stick around? He gave a pebble a forceful kick, and watched it skitter across the sidewalk and into a row of bushes. Baroness was nothing but a bossy know-it-all. He could hardly stand her and her holier-than-thou attitude. And Djimon. Why had they let a child into the Civil Disobedients, again? Maybe the whole group would’ve been more success if Lyra wasn’t always so out to lunch. Prince Johnny was a horny creep, and probably a liar, and Fighter Jet… He… Couldn’t think of anything bad about Fighter Jet…
Noriko’s bus was empty, an unusual occurrence, and Noriko was largely left alone with her thoughts. Union Jack sticker. Navy car with Union Jack sticker. Looking for the Navy Car with a Union Jack sticker. That was him… she had to find him… She was one intersection away from the grocery store, and she rolled to a stop as the traffic lights overhead turned red. She reached to turn on the fan at the front of the bus, basking in the gusts of cool air. This wouldn’t be so hard. She’d track him down and ask some questions, right?
Knock, knock, knock
Kaito rapped his knuckles on the bus door’s glass pane, his posture shrunken, shoulders drawn inward, head tilted down. Noriko, operating on muscle memory, flicked the lever to open the door at the sound. Her eyes shot open, and she turned, staring face to face with Kaito. She hadn’t meant to open the door!
Kaito’s eyes widened. He recognized this girl… she was the one he fought in Venice! He stammered, backing up a bit.
“Oh, it’s you, I, um…”
Her eyes narrowed. She recognized him as well. But Kaito could tell from the look on her face, the way she surveyed her surroundings… there was a look of ‘Intent’ on her face. She was here for a reason...
Out of the corner of her eye, Noriko caught sight of a dark-coloured car pulling out of the parking lot. She turned to confirm, and as she made out the Union Jack sticker on the window, she turned back to Kaito, her expression one of stern urgency. “Get on.”
Kaito, still somewhat hesitant, nonetheless complied, boarding the bus and hopping in the seat. The door quickly shut behind him, and the overhead light flicked to green as Noriko peeled off after her target.
The end of the work week had finally arrived, many an office worker rejoicing their two days of freedom, quickly punching out and scurrying home. For one man in particular, the weekend was a time of great joy, as it meant for two precious days he was able to see his teenage son, Timothy. The man had settled into a routine he thought was just right; leave work, pick up groceries for the weekend, visit his ex-wife’s house to pick up Tim, then make his way home for dinner (catching up on the details of his son’s week he had missed between phone calls), eventually followed by a movie with popcorn.
For Thomas Alcove, this was (mostly) perfect.
He was on his way to pick up Tim at this very moment, groceries nestled snugly in the backseat, everything he’d need for a weekend. A dozen eggs, 2% milk, rye bread, green onions, the bags of candy in their bold packaging that Tim had found a distinct fondness for, Earl Gray, Chamomile… the list could go on. The bags rustled quietly as Tom turned a corner, his vehicle roomy, yet modest, painted a dark navy, a Union Jack sticker sitting proudly on the bottom corner of the rear window. There was the usual rush hour traffic that he sat through with a level head, beginning to clear the further from downtown he drove, save for a bus that seemed to follow him. He shifted his gaze from the rearview mirror and back to the road, adjusting his glasses. The notion that he was being tailed was nonsense.
Or so he thought.
Kaito rested against the back of the bus seat, hardly the most comfortable, but eons better than being out, alone with his thoughts.
“What’s your name?” Noriko asked from the front, looking back at Kaito through the bus’ rear view window with a quizzical glance, her expression having softened somewhat.
“I’m Kaito. Yuigahama Kaito.”
Noriko’s expression brightened, and she slipped back into her mother tongue. “どの県で育ちましたか?” She asked, looking eagerly back through the mirror. Kaito, however, blinked, leaning forward and cupping a hand to his ear.
“どの県で育ちましたか?” She repeated, her smile weakening somewhat.
“Is that, uh… I don’t speak Japanese, I moved away before I had a chance to learn anything…” he responded meekly, feeling somewhat awkward for having crushed her visible enthusiasm.
Noriko frowned in deep displeasure. She went out of her way to try and connect with somebody who shared her heritage, only to get nothing in return. He didn’t even speak a word of Japanese? Pathetic.
The bus fell back into silence. A silence Kaito was all too familiar with, a silence steeped and fermented in disappointment, tainted like a corked wine. He silently cursed to himself; how did he even mess basic conversation up?
Noriko’s eyes focused on the road, and on their target ahead of them. Kaito focused forward as well, though his eyes darted between the road or Noriko. He wanted to try again… he didn’t want things to be awkward.
He rubbed the back of his neck, easing back into conversation. “So, err… What are we doing, anyway? I just kind of got on without explanation…”
Noriko glanced over at Kaito, before quickly focusing back on the road. “Chasing the Navy car with the Union Jack… You can help me, we need information.”
Kaito nodded. This could be the opportunity he needed… he wasn’t about to pass up a chance to prove himself. “How’re we going to do it?”
“We follow him, we corner him, we make him talk,” Noriko said simply, eyes still on the road.
“Yeah, sure, alright,” Kaito said, slumping back in his seat.
The ride was silent for a while once more, and this time it was Noriko who chose to break it. “Why were you out?”
Kaito sighed and gritted his teeth before speaking. “My team’s all a bunch of bullshit. We haven’t heard from Michelle or Djimon in months, Lyra’s a goddamn space cadet, and I don’t even know if Prince Johnny’s even fucking alive!” Kaito’s voice caught. “And Tom… Tom abandoned me.”
Noriko thought back to earlier in her investigation, the Fairy Fellers all crowding the bus, chattering and joking. It could be annoying sometimes, but… With Connor currently checking on his family and Ric always checking out of team conversation, she’d already started to feel a hole on the bus. Hearing about Kaito’s situation, with half the team completely missing in action, especially the man who’d been with him in Venice…
“I’m sorry about him,” Noriko said. “You were a real pain to fight in Venice.”
“Yeah… Sorry about that.” Kaito recognized a compliment when he heard it, and grinned up at his former opponent and newfound ally. “Let’s kick this rich guy’s butt. Wait, uh… what’s his name again?”
“Alcove,” Noriko replied. “Tom Alcove.”
Kaito blinked, and his grin widened. This was about to be cathartic.
Up a hill that led to a scenic cliffside view, the bus pulled over into the lane beside him, accelerating slowly, as if trying to catch up with him. Tom narrowed his eyes, letting his foot off the gas to let the bus pass, but much to his horror, it didn’t. There was a rumbling as amber liquid poured from the bus, coalescing beneath it, bubbling and burbling until—
BWOOSH!
The scent of whiskey filled the air as the fermented liquor exploded, launching the bus a great length and high above, As it soared over his own vehicle, plumes of bubbles streamed out of opened windows, deftly floating ahead and laying out into carpet on the road ahead of him. Indeed, the bus made a miraculously safe landing, skidding out slightly with the popping of bubbles and the hiss of hydraulics.
Tom, meanwhile, slammed on his brakes, wheels screeching at the sudden deceleration. That was more than just horrid driving. That was intentional, the work of an enemy Stand user... Tom narrowed his eyes, trying to make out the driver as he gripped his steering wheel tightly. The bus was long enough to block off every single lane, rendering him unable to get around… to get to Tim.
His anger was hidden behind tired eyes, and he stepped out of his car, the smell of whiskey filling his nostrils. He called loudly to the driver, who would easily be able to hear him. “What on Earth are you thinking?! I have places to be!”
He opened his mouth to say more, but the bus doors swung open, and Noriko and Kaito stepped outside to confront him, the former holding a dossier that she read clearly from. “Thomas Alcove, CFO of Lyte LTD,” she began, eyes flickering between the man and the file. “May I ask you some questions about XPLICIT?”
Tom’s brow furrowed, his fists curling slightly. This was hardly good. “No.” He responded sharply, pulling his pen from his breast pocket and beginning to click it absentmindedly. “You may not. I don’t have the time.”
“Well then.” Kaito interjected, lowering his stance to one of more aggression. “I’m sure we can make time, or, at the very least, make you talk.” Noriko nodded in agreement, and Tom squared his shoulders, prepared for combat as he spun his pen through his fingers. He was off the clock: he had no interest in dealing with work issues.
”Unless you go quietly, it’ll be the last thing you brats will do.”
Location: A beach-side highway somewhere in California.
The road is 10 meters wide with a dropoff to the shore to the south and a hill to the north, similar to the picture. The players and boss start 15 meters away from each other on the right side of the road facing each other. Both sides have their respective vehicles a meter behind them, however they cannot be driven at the time.
The sea is 10 meters south of the road; there is a speed limit sign 7.5 meters between the players and the boss on the north side of the road; and there are two overpass signs, one 15 meters behind both sides. There is a guard rail on the south side like the picture shows, the stakes are wooden and the bar is made of coated metal.
The bus has normal bus driving equipment and maintenance gear: a spare tire, medical kit, fire extinguisher, and other essentials. Additionally, the bus happens to have fiberglass paneling on the sides and most of the back, in areas that buses would normally have it, although with effort it can be torn off. For some reason, the bus also has a coffin on board.
Goal: RETIRE your opponents!
Additional Information: Note for the players, that camping or running away too far will be detrimental given that you are giving the boss a chance to book it.
Boss Information:
Name: Thomas Alcove
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Occupation: CFO of Lyte, Tom Alcove, Former Investor for Section 80.
Personality: Tom, put bluntly, is quite the stick in the mud. The straightlaced square so involved in his work you’re left wondering if he has any hobbies, any joys in life aside from a job well done, and giving subordinates the side eye when his tea’s not done quite right. He comes across as hard-to-impress, but above all, detached, keeping things and people alike at an arm's-length distance, with the sole exception of his son, Timothy.
This detached, slightly bitter, slightly prickish attitude displayed by Tom is the perfect repellent for most of his co-workers, and he couldn’t be happier, generally preferring solitude, or at the very least, not being pestered. Most of these negative traits are a built-up exterior to hide a rather polite, mild, and sensibly kind interior, hidden chiefly due to past experiences, and the desire to not be taken advantage of by more cruel players in the industry.
When alone, or at his home, these crueller qualities are shed entirely. First and foremost, Tom is a father, there to guide, correct, and love. He has a matching sense of humour, often unable to stave off the urge to tell a groan-worthy joke to his son. He has hobbies like early morning jogs, and collecting limited edition coins. He finds great fun in browsing through truly atrocious cookbooks from a bygone era, playing old rock records, and arranging tea paraphernalia.
Bio
Physical Description: One look at Tom, and you can tell he’s a busy man, work not a source of income, but a way of life. He’s light skinned, with prominent cheekbones, a rather sharp nose, lips that usually speak of his annoyance, and vibrant blue eyes that are shadowed by dark rings beneath them. His hair is dark brown, and styled upwards in a double helix, ending in points that are reminiscent of devil horns. There’s a thick gray streak that runs through his hair, other strands by his scalp slowly showing the same colour.
He’s very tall, standing at 6’4, but also very lithe, with broad shoulders, and proper posture. There are thin, silvery glasses perched upon his nose, and he wears formal clothing in dark colours- blues, greys and blacks. His outfit usually consists of a dress shirt and a blue ascot beneath a crisply dry-cleaned waistcoat. He wears plain dress slacks, held up by blue suspenders, and matching his waistcoat. His shoes are dressy, without much beyond that. The real eyecatcher to his outfit is his jacket; a dark coloured throw-over with a collar and material resembling a suit jacket, although it is much longer, with coattails that reach his ankles. On the right sleeve is text that reads “SECTION 80”, and on either elbow are patches that resemble subtraction signs. The back of said jacket has quite some flair, a sliver chain on the small of its back, held in place by multiplication signs, The lapel and bottoms of the jacket are made of a polished metal.
Art of Tom and his Stand by our own Judge Dimi!
Equipment:Various keys on a small keyring, a smartphone, a wallet made of fine leather, containing cards, cash, coins, and small photos of him and Tim doing various activities together, his silver wristwatch, and a second blue ascot.
USER STATS:
Strength: 2 - Tom possesses average strength for a man of his size and age, nothing much of note here.
Agility: 4 - Having an aversion to most sports, and finding activities such as weightlifting quite dull, whilst still wanting to remain active and healthy, Tom took up running over a decade ago, and it has paid dividends to this day.
Endurance: 2 - Tom also possesses average endurance.
Office Aerobics: 4 - Long limbs often come with visuals of manoeuvring around in a gangly, awkward, manner. Not so for Tom, however, who’s litheness and agility allow him to make his way around the battlefield in unconventional ways with ease. Low gravity, underwater, or up in the air? He’s got it on lock.
Penmanship: 2 - When working closely with a single pen for years and years, one truly comes to know its strengths; writing with a steady hand, where the laser pointer will fall, and how to write up a damn clean signature.
STAND NAME: 「Money Trees」
Stand Type: Bound/Humanoid
Stand Appearance: When in its pen form, 「Money Trees」 appears as a simple silver-black pen with three colors: red, blue, and black.
When in its humanoid form, it looks like a small, black, limbless robot with a round, featureless head, save for some wide, flat bolts screwed into either side of its head, and a glowing white line that goes straight down the middle of its face, flanked by two circle eyes in the same colour, bisected vertically by a line. 「Money Trees」’s head leads into a thin, sleek neck, and a triangular torso. From its shoulders protrude two small brick magnets, and from its shoulder sockets, two horseshoe magnets. It lacks arms, but has hands with disc magnets on the back. There’s also a disc magnet beneath 「Money Trees」’ torso, a horseshoe magnet immediately beneath it, and two brick magnets on either side of the horseshoe magnet. It hovers in midair, a visible magnetic field pulsing from the different magnets on its body. 「Money Trees」 is also seen carrying or otherwise levitating a very large brick magnet with incredible ease.
Stand Ability: Pen Form - The pen acts as a laser pointer; when Tom points it at a metal object, he can envelop it in a spherical, faintly glowing magnetic field, one side is red for N charge, the other blue for S charge. Additionally, he can set metals as ‘null’, unable to be affected by 「Money Trees」’s magnetism.
If he draws a loop with the pointer, upon its completion, a magnetic field will be created within that boundary, the field’s glow indicating its charge. Tom can click the pen to freely change the orientation of any object/fields in range, as well as turning the magnetism “on, off, and null”.
These magnetic fields affect all metals, regardless of their innate ferromagnetism, or in layman's terms, even metals that are not normally able to be magnetised.
Humanoid Form - While free from the pen, 「Money Trees」 can create, reshape, and telekinetically move a peculiar metal—also known as Money, which is very similar to silver—within range that’s larger than a quarter. It can also predefine the magnetic field of Money as it’s being created.
STAND STATS:
Power: C - The magnetic pull (and thus push for similarly charged objects) is at C POW, as is the Stand’s physical force. The size of a magnetic field/affected object has no effect on the power of the magnetic pull; a large and a small loop will both create a single force vector of C POW. Additionally, while ordinary metal affected by the magnetic force cannot harm Stands, Money can, as can anything of 「Money Trees」’s creation.
Speed: A - Although larger quantities of Money are harder to move due to their weight, 「Money Trees」 can move incredibly and ‘metalbend’ quickly. Similarly, application and adjustments of its magnetism abilities occur at incredible speeds, much faster than Tom’s clicking may imply.
Durability: E - 「Money Trees」 in both forms is incredibly fragile. However, while the pen does not transfer damage, it takes 5 seconds to regenerate if destroyed and all magnetic fields created will be dispelled. Similarly, although Money can affect Stands, it is also incredibly fragile. However, the more of it is accumulated, the harder it becomes to break.
Range: C - While 「Money Trees」 is bound to E Range of Tom, its ability range is 20 meters. If Tom leaves the range of a magnetized object or a field, he can no longer change its magnetism, but the effect remains.
Precision: A - Not only is Tom incredibly adept at using the Pen form, 「Money Trees」 is incredibly precise with its movement, senses, and ability usage, having the ability to freely remold Money into any shape. Moreover, Tom can choose whether or not to be affected by 「Money Trees」’s ability.
Stand Oddities: 「Money Trees」’s pen form functions as a perfectly good pen, with unlimited amounts of red, blue, black ink.
Team Combatant JoJolity
Civil Disobedients Yuigahama Kaito “What you owe me… can never be payed back with money!” Baroness, Tom, and now another goddamn Tom. You've had the hell beaten out of you so far, and you’re the only one who seems to think you’re worth anything. Now it's time to prove everyone else wrong. Prove your worth, and be inventive and showy as possible with your and Noriko's Stand while you beat this enemy into the ground!
Fairy Fellers Noriko Yabuuchi “Think about it. There’s gasoline in bikes.” But you don’t care about bikes when you have your bus right there. You may not be able to get away with driving it against this opponent, but you can still make use of it! Use the bus and anything in it in interesting and creative ways in the match!
Lyte Ltd. Tom Alcove “You can find iron anywhere in this world. Of course, it's in sand, as well as spring water and plants. Large amounts of iron can be found in vegetables like spinach and meats like liver...” While you’re certainly able to make your own [Money], you’re just as capable of punishing these punks by creative use of what’s already there. Use the metal in the surroundings in your strategy, and make it count in taking down these upstarts!
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My late fiance-love this picture but not the text

I love this picture of him, but I'd prefer it without the text. He passed a little over 6 yrs ago. Unfortunately, the friend who took the photo did so with his phone, didn't save the original image, and by the time I asked him he no longer had that phone. If it helps the chip is from the Horseshoe casino in southern Indiana but if the text on the chip can't be recovered, idc. This photo is just him all over; big shot, show off, life of the party. I love him, miss him every day.
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Here Is What The Toronto To Niagara Falls Half-Day Private Tour Looks Like:
Pick You Up From The Hotel: The tour operators offer you pick up from any hotel in the Greater Toronto Area or any nearby pickup destination. If you go to Niagara Falls in your car, you will see the Floral Clock on Niagara Parkway; if you want, you can stop and take some pictures of the scenic beauty.
Explore Clifton Hill: Visit Clifton Hill stand at the brink of the Horseshoe Falls, and you can even visit Queen Victoria Park. You could venture into Clifton Hill, which is a walking distance from the Falls. Clifton Hill has Casino, museums, restaurants, the Niagara Skywheel, Fudge Factory and many other attractions.
Hornblower Boat Cruise: Want to do something exhilarating on your Niagara Falls Private Tour then take the Hornblower Niagara boat cruise. This breathtaking ride will take you into the basin of the Horseshoe Falls.
You can enjoy the lip-smacking lunch at the Sheraton Fallsview Restaurant.
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Billboard.

Does anyone have a picture of the gigantic billboard of some Christian thing about how evolution isnt real.. it's a billboard going downtown to the horseshoe casino on the freeway.
(Please dont crash if you try to take a picture while you're driving. )
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Happening Soon in Metro Shreveport: 2019 Citywide Cleanup + Geek'd Con 5 + Athletic August events

Happening Soon in Metro Shreveport: 2019 Citywide Cleanup + Geek'd Con 5 + Athletic August events

MAJOR EVENTS

Aug 16-18: Geek’d Con 5 - Shreveport Convention Center, $$$
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GUEST LINE-UP: Michael Rooker, LeVar Burton, Trish Stratus, Lori Petty, Richard Brake, Barry Bostwick, Kevin Nash, Oscar Nunez, Kate Flannery, Samantha Smith, Miko Hughes, Sonny Strait, Kara Edwards, Tiffany Vollmer, Cynthia Cranz, Josh Martin, Chris Rager, Kent Williams, Mark Ryan, Marrus, and Roland Paris

Aug 24: loveshreveport 2019 Citywide Cleanup - city-wide, FREE/sign-up to volunteer
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Aug 30: 20th Cane River Zydeco Festival - Natchitoches, FREE

CULTURE

Aug 17: Official Afterparty of Geek’d Con 5 - The Queue Tavern 2.0, $
Aug 22: Curves & Edges: Bodyspaces Art Show - The Agora Borealis, FREE/open
Aug 24: Wings of Grace Butterfly Release Gala - Shreveport Aquarium, $$$
Aug 24: Crowns for Canines - Flying Heart Brewing, $$$
Aug 30: “That Day: Pictures in the American West” Opening Reception - Norton Art Gallery

FOOD & DRINK

Aug 18: 4th Anniversary Brunch Party - Ki’ Mexico, $
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Aug 18: Sunday Bubbles & Brunch - Retro 521, $
Aug 21: Port Grill Dinner and Wine Experience - The Port Grill, $$$
Aug 23: An Evening with our NOLA Brewing Friends - Red River Brewing Co., $$$
Aug 24: Aug-toberfest - Great Raft Brewing, $
Aug 27: Bossier Taco Tuesday - East Bank Market, $
Aug 28: Family Food Truck Night - Norton Art Gallery, $
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LIVE MUSIC

Aug 17: Aaron Lewis (country/rock) - Riverdome at Horseshoe Casino, $$$
Aug 17: Newscast (indie) - Bear’s, $
Aug 18: Sunday Jam Session - Red River Brewing Co., $
Aug 22: Music Prize Live: The Brook + The Bluff + Tipsey + Chelsea Norman (various), $
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Aug 22: Rogers & Zaffater (acoustic) - Flying Heart Brewing, $
Aug 23: The Interns (emo) - Strange Brew, $
Aug 24: Chris Stapleton - CenturyLink Center, $$$$
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Aug 25: The Martins + Mark Lanier + Jake Cowley (contemporary Christian) - Calvary Baptist Church, $$
Aug 30: TryMoreMOJO + Ryan Viser (funk/rock) - Strange Brew, $

COMEDY

Aug 16-17: Anastasia the Bold (stand-up) - LOL, $
Aug 22: Open Mic Comedy Night - LOL, $
Aug 29: Open Mic Comedy Night - LOL, $
Aug 30: What's My Line? (improv) - The Port Grill, $
Aug 30: 85 South (roast comedy) - Shreveport Municipal Auditorium, $$
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MARKETS

Aug 27: East Bank Market - East Bank District
RECURRING WEEKLY:
Bossier City Farmers Market - Pierre Bossier Mall (every Saturday morning)
Shreveport Farmers Market - Festival Plaza (every Saturday morning)

THEATRE/FILM

Aug 27: Heels & Reels: Now and Then - Robinson Film Center, $$

TRIVIA

Aug 31: Trivia for a Paws - Red River Brewing Co., $
RECURRING WEEKLY:
Sunday: Rotolo’s
Monday: Twisted Root; What’s on Tap II; Ivan’s
Tuesday: The Port Grill; Central Station; Pizza Rev; Daq’s (Southern Loop)
Wednesday: Bar Chord; Chimi V’s; Fully Stacked; Habanero’s; Whiskey Roadhouse
Thursday: Sundance Cantina; Bear’s; Windrush Grill; Retro 521 Coffee & Cafe
Saturday: Rotolo’s

LIVE SPORTS

Aug 23: AKA 9 - Horseshoe Riverdome, $$
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ACTIVE

Aug 17: Athletic August Yoga - Great Raft Brewing, $
Aug 22: Athletic August Fun Run - Great Raft Brewing, $
Aug 23: Sign-up Deadline for SPAR Adult Flag Football League - Southern Hills Park
Aug 24: Run Run Snoopy 5K (half mile; 5K) - Loyola College Prep, $$
Aug 29: Cornhole Tournament & Pints with a Purpose - Red River Brewing Co., $
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Aug 31: Forever Wellness & Recovery 5K - Pierremont, $$
Aug 31: Athletic August Bike Crawl - Great Raft Brewing, $

FOR FAMILIES

Aug 17: Wheels in the Hills - Betty Virginia Park, FREE/open
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Aug 17: Back to School Bash - Uptown Center, FREE/open
Aug 18: Soak Up South Highlands - First Baptist Church Shreveport, FREE/open
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Aug 24: Back to School Bash - Red River Brewing Co., $
DAILY ACTIVITIES:
Shreve Memorial Library
Bossier Parish Libraries

OPENINGS

Aug 31: Grand Opening of Sweet Cheeks Bakery
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Route Between Horseshoe and Lake Shoredrive Extension along lake?

Riding up to Chicago from Northwest Indiana tomorrow, I have done this route many times and usually after Wolf Lake I just take the Burnham Greenway to South Chicago/ East Chicago neighborhood and hop on the South Lake Shore Drive Extension. I was looking at Strava heatmaps and it looks like there is a heat line along the lake from Horseshoe Casino up to Calumet Park. Anyone know how this is? Is it gravel or payment? Doable on road bikes? Appears good on Google maps, just a industrial area.
Here a picture as well of the location I'm asking about.
https://imgur.com/gallery/Rv42rvs
Also on a more lesser note, on the way home I'm hoping to take the Burnham Greenway that's west of Wolf Lake, south into Cal city...it looks the two parts of the path's don't connect and I have to ride Burnham to Pukaski then over to the trail again. That a decently safe route traffic wise?
Self Update:
Did the ride this Saturday morning, the new trail north of Horseshoe to Calumet Park is amazing, it makes the ride to Chicago from NWI so so so much better. I'll be way quicker to do this ride. Regarding my second part I tried the Burnham Greenway route. Like SavageOrc said, the road ride isn't to bad and for being a fast 4 lane road, the traffic was very low on that route. I road Burnham to Sibley then cut over to the Burnham greenway again. It wasn't a bad ride, but now that I've done it once to say I've done it I'll just stick closer to the lake.
Route for anyone interested.
https://imgur.com/mh9EaWR
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Growing up with irresponsible parents. I had a normal life until they separated. Mom soon became homeless. Dad struggles with gambling addiction, leaving me, his 14 yr old daughter to stay with friends after losing everything. It's been 3 years, the addiction is worse. Nothings changed. I'm 17 now.

Well i don't even know where to begin, let me just say we were a middle class family for the most part. We weren't rich but we had a nice apartment for a family of 4. My mom left my dad when i was about 8 or 9. My brother stayed at the apartment with my Dad, and i went with my Mom. I lived with her and her boyfriend till i was about 10, my mom and her boyfriend got avicted from their new apartment due to not paying rent. Then it happened a second time, and her and her boyfriend couldn't provide a stable home for me, so i moved back in with my Dad and my brother. Everything was great during my 3 years of middle school. I had a normal life!
My dad was a single parent, and he worked graveyard hours. He paid rent, he was never behind or late on rent. Rent was something I never had to question about. My 8th grade year, my dad got laid off his job at Mission foods. They were getting a new implant, Taco Bell or something so they laid a lot of people off. He took a break from work of course, i mean who wouldn't?? The thing is, he never went and looked for a job after that. He was gone a lot, dressed up in his black leather jacket, and when he wore that leather jacket that's how we would know where he was headed. Ameristar Casino, Horseshoe, or Harrahs. Well i thought everything was fine at the time, I had no clue of what really was going on. I didn't think anything of it.
I guess we ended up going to court for the aviction notice and all that. My dad likes to procrastinate. He didn't have no other place set up to go, and we didn't even get to finish putting the furniture and stuff in the garage. Two days before we had to officially be out, My dad went to jail. Their was this lady that he was friends with and she said that he had hit her, when i know he never did because he's not abusive what so ever. He was with my mom for 26 years and their was no domestic violence with them. The police had my mom come to stay with me and my brother, but she was homeless too, and her boyfriend had got sent to federal prison. My brother was 18 so he had his own car.
The next day their are people in our apartment telling us we have to go. Half of everything is still inside, but somebody eventually moved it to our garage. My mom and i had to take my dads car and we had no where to go so we were sitting in very hot weather. And thats where it all began. That is the day my life changed forever. Nothings been normal since. It was the beginning of June. While my dad was in jail i stayed with my friend, and then went to colorado to my aunts to visit. When i came back he was out of jail, and we still didn't have a new apartment like i expected. It was my first year going into highschool, so i lived with another one of my friends that went to my school.
I stayed with her for about 5 months, but we would never wake up for school. We would skip, show up late, not show up at all. We would smoke weed and hang out with friends (i was already smoking back in 8th grade) and go for late night drives. When i look back now, i never really was so concerned as to where my dad was staying at, he always stopped by to see me. But i then had to leave this girls house, and you won't believe where i started staying next. Me my dad and my brother lived with the lady that had put my dad in jail for a couple months. My school was right across the street, but i still missed days. I was still smoking weed and drinking with friends.
My dad still hadn't got a new job. him and (i'm just gonna reference her as D) argued probably almost every day. Well one night when i was out walking around with friends, we walked to buckeys and theirs this girl i meet. She was cool, and she wanted us all to come over to what was known as the " trap house " everybody knew that house. We went over there, that girl told me she had xanax. I told her i would take one, but i get into her bedroom and she looks at me and says "Meth" . I definitely said no to that, but i stayed in her room because i didn't want to seem sketch. 3 adults come in this room and that girl had a big glass bong. It was passed around, and the person who i didn't know sitting next to me passed it to me, i didn't want to sketch them out so i grabbed it. i was gonna give it back to that girl... but i guess i didn't. I tried it. I tried crystal meth.
i didn't smoke meth for probably a month after that. I had a boyfriend and i didn't want him to ever find out. He cheated on me and immediately got with this girl who was new to our school. My friend T, his girlfriend broke up with him too so we became best friends. Well i ended up messaging that girl asking if me and him could come over. We went over there, and i smoked again. I continuously went over there probably 3 times a week and got high. I stopped going to school completely, and D got avicted from her apartment too. My brother was gone for good after that, he left on his own and never really spoke to my dad.
I ended up living at the trap house. I started staying there because my other homegirl that i've known since 6th grade-that was her house. So, the girl that i was smoking meth with E, she was friends with my friends mom. She brought me in once and i guess we all smoked. Since then i was always sneaking in to my friends moms room to smoke dope. I would be up for days. I've been heavy set my whole life so i went from 160 lbs to 130 lbs. I was never sober, i never wanted to eat because i wanted to lose weight. That was the only time i was actually happy with my body. All the teenagers would smoke weed and drink, i would switch back and fourth to go and hang with the adults in my friends moms room to smoke and then come back out and hang with everybody else. Nobody knew what i was doing.. but eventually everybody found out, and looked at me different. My school, the whole school found out. Mind you.. i was 14 years old, hanging with adults. Yeah i know, that's something i definitely shouldn't have been doing but it happened and i can't go back and change it now.
A couple days before my birthday my bag of clothes, the only clothes i had on me, and i'm talking like a big black trash bag full of decent clothes, gets stolen from me. That same day, my auntie calls me to tell me that my dad spent storage money at the casino. Everything my dads collected in a lifetime, got auctioned off. Mine and my brothers too. Thankfully, the lady who had bought everything that we knew was home gave us me and my brothers baby pictures, birth certificates, and all that kind of stuff. Soon the school year is about halfway over, it's april and my birthday is coming up. I met this guy on my birthday through my other homeboy, and my friend wanted to kick me out of her house because she was mean like that.. so i ended up staying with that guy Ace. He lived in a familiar neighborhood where i'm from so if anything happened i felt safe to leave if i needed to. He smoked meth too, and that's when i was really on meth every day. Me and him ended up being a relationship, until i missed a court date and had a warrant out for my arrest. This is May now. I soon get arrested from his house and stay in DCYC for 22 days.
My mom had finally got her own little place at the time, a one bedroom studio. I stay with her on ankle monitor.. and i didn't want to, i was strung out. During the end of july i cut off my ankle monitor and run with Ace. That didn't last long, i got locked up and didn't get released until september 14th. i was in a shelter group home for a month. I got back out on ankle monitor and completed my probation.
Not long after i got my ankle monitor off, D put my dad back in jail, lying saying he pushed her and she fell. She did break her wrist, but my dad never pushed her. My dad was in jail for 9 months, he didn't get out till last June. When he got out my mom got avicted from her studio, so then again we had no where to go. Also, i forgot to mention Ace went to jail, then prison for an 8 hour high speed chase, August 10th. I end up staying at Aces house with his mom. Then my mom and dad eventually start to stay there too, because we're all homeless. My dad paid his mom 100$ for rent, we had the basement. We stayed at his house for 6 months. Can you believe that?
My dad didn't save any money to try and get his own place. While we were there he spent paychecks on paychecks at the casino. I almost every paycheck he got except two or 3 the whole time we were there , straight gone! Ace got released for two days out of jail and i made sure i was gone from his house, because i was waiting for him since i was 15. I still haven't seen him and i turn 17 in April, he's currently still in prison. I had found someone else, and when we left Aces, i had to stay with J. I stayed with J for a couple months... and one day my dad FINALLY got a place!
You could only imagine how happy i was. I hate being away from my parents. I'm so close to my mom and dad, i probably tell them things most teenagers wouldn't tell there parents. We moved into a two bedroom duplex just recently, about 3 months ago. The first place, that we have had of our own since i was 14. It's crazy. It was big, and cheap as hell! Only $565 a month . The kictchen was big and it came with a washer and dryer.
Here's the sad part, it's already gone. We're getting avicted from this new place, and we have to be out April 1st. My dads been late on rent, and i guess he didn't pay nothing the last two months or something... i don't know. He blames my mom for us getting avicted. My dad had a job, and he lost it from missing 3 days in a row being at the casino not long ago. My dad then received $5,267 in taxes. He spent about $200 on me for some clothes because i'm so fat now that i've been sober, nothing ever fits me anymore. He bought me a samung smart tv, flat screen. The nicest TV i've ever owned in my whole life. He told me he paid the landlord. He promised he wouldn't blow his taxes. He's promised me that he's not going to blow any more money at the casino. They have all been broken promises. He spent that tax money he got, at the casino. And then, i come home from school and my TV is gone.
I don't know why he did that. He wants a place of his own, it took him 3 years to finally sign a lease and get a place. It was perfect. But now it's all gone. He doesn't have a job, and he doesn't have a car. My mom and him argue REALLY bad every day, and she is the one with the car so she won't let him take it because he would always sneak out and take her car to get to the casino. He's always telling me, "Dont worry, Dad will figure it out he always does, doesn't he?" and he smiles at me, trying to reassure me that he will figure it out. But the thing is.. he hasn't. It breaks my heart, because i didnt get to live the normal life of a 14 year old. I'm almost old enough to really start doing things on my own.. and i'm not ready for that yet when i should be. I'm still torn, i am not recovered at all. I don't want to be away from my mom and dad again. My mom wasn't in my life for 5 years, i eventually realized she was also addicted to meth and her boyfriend kind of.. dragged her down down deep. When i got older i had understood that my mom slept on benches outside and in tents and in cars during winter, having to carry bags on her shoulder to get some place. And i had absolutely no clue what my mom has went through, and that also still breaks me. And My dad had a little problem with it too, he would get high and be at the casino all night.
I just want my parents to finish raising me, i'm not ready to let go just yet. We're going to be homeless ... again . And i'm going to have to stay with my boyfriend, again. I was reading yesterday about gambling addictions, the effects from it all, and my dad needs help. He needs professional help. It is to the extreme right now. I've got so much stress on my mind, and often times i find myself really thinking about all of this, all of what i have explained in this text here. The good thing is that i've been going to school and i've been sober, and i'm not going to resort to drugs again. But i just don't know where my dads gonna go, or how this is going to plan out. Although i've usually been surpressing my feelings, I feel a deep sadness when I really dive back into reality of how things STILL are. My dad blew his last $400 check from his job and BLEW all the money away friday night!!
I hope somebody reads this, and maybe can relate or give me advice. I know this was a bit long. I feel temporarily better. I still have hope in my Dad and that we will all get through this.
If you have any questions about a parent who has a gambling addiction, please feel free to ask any questions.
--March 24 2019 --
-T
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Silver bug Super Bowl Pool

The Super Bowl 50 pool is on!
Here is the FINAL GRID: http://i.imgur.com/qTMjI6l.png
Proof video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCjoJXpZyk0
Winners 1st Qtr: workday1 2nd Qtr: BullionStacker 3rd Qtr: Raysti Final (inc. OT): pstansel
 
Prize Pool Complete Pool Complete Pool in Tubes Here are the prizes: First Quarter 20 generic rounds First Quarter First Quarter Packed Second Quarter 10 ASEs and 10 Prospector Rounds Second Quarter Second Quarter Packed Third Quarter 5 generic rounds, 1 Deat and Debt round, 2 2016 Kangaroos, 7 ASEs, 2 Bisons, 2 CMLs, and 1 Libertad Third Quarter Third Quarter Packed Final Score 19 generic rounds, 1 philharmonic, 2016 Lunar Monkey, 1999 Colorized ASE, 8 1ozt bars, Horseshoe Casino round, 4 Britannias, 2 CMLs, 3 ASEs, and 1 Libertad Final Score Final Score Packed
 
Participants: (Bold means silver has been received by Raysti) 20 - Herms989 10 - BullionStacker 10 - pstansel 10 - edge2011 10 - Raysti 10 - slim_chance 5 - Crocoppertones 5 - padge73 5 - Mycatspiss 3 - bigmeancow 3 - mistertyme5 2 - workday1 2 - ave_e 2 - silverbug9 2 - bzzzr 1 - salsashark99
 
Details Raysti is going to be our banker. He will manage the collections and the distributions. BullionStacker will randomly draw the numbers.
Rules 1) We will have 100 squares on our grid 2) Each square can be purchased for 1 toz of silver (can be generic, gov, bars, loafs, as long as it's 1 toz of silver) 3) Comment on this thread if you want some squares - first come first served 4) Raysti will PM those who are interested in one of more squares to select and reserve squares 5) Square owners must send their silver to the address provided by Raysti by 2/2. (If not received in time, your square may be resold to another silverbug at the discretion of Raysti 6) On 2/3, I will film a random drawing. I'll put the numbers 0-9 into a hat and draws them out two times. The first time will be the numbers across the top of the grid (left to right), the second time will be for the rows on the left side of the grid (top to bottom). 7) The last digit of each team's score at the end of each quarter will be used to determine the winner for that quarter. 8) Payouts will be as folllows - End of Q1: 20 ozt - End of Q2: 20 ozt - End of Q3: 20 ozt - End of Game: 40 ozt (final score of the game, including overtime)
  Any rules we did not cover? Any comments or concerns about these rules?  
Edit 0: to add participants & link to most recent picture of the squares Edit 1: added slim_chance and replaced link to updated squares Edit 2: added a pic of the received shiny Edit 3: updated received shiny as of 5pm PST on 1/29 Edit 4: fixed typo in a username. Edit 5: updated stack pic Edit 6: updated received & stack pic. 75 oz received. Edit 7: updated received & added notes about slim_chance and padge73. I hoped all silver would be received before we draw. However Raysti feels confident that we will get the remaining 15 ounces. That said. I will do the drawing at 8pm PST and post the results and video tonight! Edit 8: added the numbers from the drawing. Recorded and will post the video ASAP. Edit 9: added drawing proof video Edit 10: Added prize pool photos, updated final grid Edit 11: fixed an error in the 3rd quarter pic (only 18 coins visible previously) Edit 12: fixed an error in the 2nd quarter pic (only 18 coins visible previously) Edit 13: Congrats workday1! Edit 14: Congrats BullionStacker (aka me)! Edit 15: Congrats Raysti! (instant shipment to yourself!) Edit 16: Congrats pstansel! (Grand prize winner!)
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Guys' trip to Shreveport + Horseshoe 1/3 NLH weekend review

I went to Shreveport this weekend for a guys' trip. This is my experience. This will be long and a lot will be common knowledge to live grinders. Believe it or not, I did cut out A LOT of unnecessary info..
I just want to start by saying the 1/3 game at The Horseshoe was AMAZING compared to the 1/2 games I've played 8+ years ago at Chocktaw/Winstar. I really hate low stakes NLH because of the 6-10x standard open and capped buyin, which basically turns the post flop game into a short stacked 2/5 game. 1/3 at The Horseshoe allows you to buy in and match the biggest stack. All of a sudden those $20 opens aren't so crushing. I've heard there is a 1/3 at Winstar. If you play there, please let me know if they have the same buyin setup.
First night, I get there, they just opened a new table, and I was able to sit down with people who also just arrived. I asked about the straddle situation. I do enjoy the button straddle element to the game, but rarely use it. They said if the table agrees, we can do a straddle/button straddle. We agreed. They put a small sign next to the dealer that indicates straddles are allowed. For those who don't know, a button straddle is where the button can double the big blind and take over as last to act pre. Once a button straddle is on, the small blind is now UTG and first to act. This table ended up being the best table I've played with probably ever. Most were drinking. There was a decent amount of action. Table talk was fun. I was immediately surprised how comfortable these players were that sat down. They all seemed to play very regularly and seemed like they would be good. Spoiler, they weren't. The players were limp/calling pre and very passive post for the most part. I get the feeling most would describe their game as TAG or LAG, but nearly all were completely Loose-Passive and Holdem Manager would label over half the table as fish. In online terms, I'd say this was a 45VPIP/10PFR table, which for my nitty game usually means cha-ching! I was right. By the end of it, I was in for $400 at 7:45pm and out at 11:30pm for $918. The free drinks were great and I got a bit drunky, which is mostly why I got up. I'm usually the worst drunk poker player ever, but managed to stick with the strategy this time. I didn't play a flashy game. I was nervous and had shaky hands for the first hour. I just played super tight, fold or raise pre(only limping blinds and rarely), big squeezes with premiums, and take it down on the flop or turn. I would have liked to have made smaller value bets to keep players in, but I was pretty determined to post a win and was quick to take them down. That way I can talk my wife into letting me play live more. I haven't played live at a casino in 2 and a half years and that makes me sad. Profit: $518 over 3.75 hours Stack: https://i.imgur.com/c2341xO.jpg My stack next to my buddy's absurd stack. He's a genuine LAG and much better than I am. https://i.imgur.com/6TDlVCh.jpg You can also see the button straddle sign in red next to the dealer
It was a guys' trip and we don't all play poker, so I didn't want to spend all my time at the table. I continued the drinky, including celebratory shots, and went to bed at 1am. Sadly, the dad in me woke up at 7am anyway. Two of my friends wake up at 8:30 despite staying up til 5am. We all get ready and watch Tiger play at the hotel until the only place we could find that has TV opens up, Hooters.
At 12:30, I'm back at the table. I'm pretty sure most of the players came from a dwindled 2/5 game because I look around and see some mega stacks from multiple OMCs. At least 3 have black chips($100) and I see a lot of green chips($25) out there. I think the big stack had about $2.5k. This table was a lot tighter preflop overall. I'd say this was about a 30VPIP/15PFR table. I play my same game waiting for cards. I end up about $150 up after an hour. I picked up queens and had a good flop. Took down $100. I did the same with an AK hand. Then I ran into a couple of OMCs that were not havin' it. I squeezed to $22 in position with AQo. OMC pops it to $225 after having limped originally. I let it go. Another hand, the King OMCs raises to $10. I raise to $25 with AJs. King OMC calls and the flop is AT3 with a flush draw possibility. I have top pair and no flush draw. Yay! I lead out for $25, which now I think I'd rather have checked. OMC pops it to $65. I think this is an easy call and see what happens, but this man has made zero plays so far. I mean, he has just sat there and I'm at times genuinely concerned he might be dead. Not this time. He woke up and I just folded. I had a weird feeling and let it go. Not long after that hand, and I shit you not, another OMC walks up to his king and at some point I hear the words "I wish they could hook this straight up to my veins." King OMC laughs in approval. I am not making this up. About this time, I'm ready to leave. I was super hung over, my hands were shaking even when I wasn't in a hand, and I had one of those back of the eyeball headaches. And let's face it, this table is not a great one for my game. In for $600 at 12:30 and out for $634 at 2:30. Profit: $34 over 2 hours (Did not take picture of my $34 profit stack)
I go back to my shithole room at Diamond Jacks and take a nap while my buddies hit up the pool. When I say shithole, I mean the tv is an old tube that cuts off the far right and left of every channel. Nice Jacuzzi tub, though. I can't complain too much. The room was only $250 for Friday and Saturday nights, which means I only paid $125 since we split the room. The TV: https://i.imgur.com/IeDtjtD.jpg https://i.imgur.com/EYaNrXJ.jpg Not bad Jacuzzi tub: https://i.imgur.com/5hKcyv5.jpg
After the nap, we eat and I'm back at the tables at 7:30. I'm super groggy this time. The table is great for action, but full of shady individuals who don't talk. I watched one guy pick up his big blind after the dealer forgot to scoop it in the pot. A few of us noticed, but didn't say anything. I later found out the guy he screwed out of $3 was his own brother. I have a few good hands. I had queens again that won me $40 preflop when I squeezed to $80. I picked up another $60 when I get AsJs and 5 $12 callers. I flopped two spades and bet $35 to take it down. Headache is gone, so that's a plus. Good news. After almost 2 hours, I'm up nearly $200. I decide to go ahead and pack it up. The trip has paid for itself, I'm too exhausted to concentrate, and time to get drunk one last night before it's back to reality. In for $400 at 7:30, out for $598 at 9:15. Profit: $198 over 1.75 hrs Stack: https://i.imgur.com/VwBOWbJ.jpg Again, my buddy's stack on the last night. He ended up winning all 3 sessions with over $2k profit for the weekend: https://i.imgur.com/hAoSVYP.jpg
Total of $748 over 7.5 hours ~$100/hr Yay!
TL;DR Went to Shreveport for a guys' trip. Had a great time. Found the 1/3 game is big and players are generally passive. Won some money and my friend won a lot more. I highly recommend it for those internet grinders who want to leave their basements every once in a while and try out live poker.
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What's happening around town (Wed, Mar 13th - Tue, Mar 19th)

Oklahoma City's event list.

Ongoing

Wednesday, Mar 13th

  • 😂 Alex Elkin (Loony Bin Comedy Club - Oklahoma City) Thru Sat, Mar 16th
  • 🍴 Amelia White / Lacian Bryan (The Blue Door - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm Amelia White doesn't chase opportunities. She chases songs and gives her entire focus to the listeners and fans who show up, year after year, to commune with her music. Her songs and co-writes have been recorded by some of the great names of Americana music; Anne McCue, Julie Christensen, Wild Ponies, and Tony Furtado. "When faced with whether…
  • 🎨 Ancient. Massive. Wild. - The Bison Exhibit (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Thru Sat, Mar 16th Start Time: 10:00am September 1 – May 12, 2019 American Indian Artists: 20th Century Masters As Lakota artist Oscar Howe wrote in 1958, “There is much more to Indian art, than pretty, stylized pictures.” This exhibition highlights this depth and the 20th century American masters who shaped it. Explore early artists such as the Kiowa Six, Tonita…
  • 🍴 Anthem Drown Night! (HiLo Club - Oklahoma City) Our local friends at Anthem Brewing Co. have some great beers! Every Wednesday night from 9pm to close enjoy $8 Drown Night! Their Power Pils will be flowing!
  • 🎓 Computer, Cell Phone and iPad Tutors Sign Up (Edmond Senior Center - Edmond) Thru Fri, Mar 15th The University of Central Oklahoma Students will work with you for an hour! Sign up now for help with operating computers, cell phones or I-Pad’s.
  • 🍴 Dope Poetry Night (ICE Event Center - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:30pm Every Wednesday night at the Ice Event Center Sports Bar and Grill located at the heart of Oklahoma City! Sign ups begin at 7pm and show begins at 7:30pmish. Free Admission! Free vendor set up! Bar Restaurant
  • Dr. Bacon (The Deli - Norman) Start Time: 9:00pm Dr. Bacon makes their Oklahoma debut at The Deli in Norman, OK! Let’s get weird together to some 7-piece funky Asheville roots rock, y’all...don’t miss...
  • Eagle Watch (Lake Thunderbird Sailing Club - Norman) Thru Sat, Mar 16th
  • Edmond Fire Department: Meet your Local Firefighters! (Edmond Senior Center - Edmond) Start Time: 10:00am Come and get to know your local Firefighters and play a fun card game! Questions and answers afterwards.
  • Girlfriend (Lyric at the Plaza - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Mar 17th Lyric Theatre presents: Girlfriend will follow college-bound friends Mike and Will as they rush into summer love in…
  • 🎓 Managing Stress (Brahma Kumaris Meditation Center - Edmond) Start Time: 6:30pm Being stressed is uncomfortable. When you know why stress happens, you will know how to deal with it and how to antidote it. The trick is to learn the essential tools that stop stress happening.
    Regardless of its origins, stress drains our physical, emotional and mental energy.
    Several myths exist about the causes of stress and the most…
  • 🎓 Morning Mingle (Rose State College - Midwest City) Start Time: 8:00am
  • Reading Wednesdays, Ages 2-5 (Myriad Botanical Gardens - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 9:30am Reading Wednesdays Every Wednesday, 9:30 am The Garden Classroom FREE Best for ages 2 to 5 Bring your youngster for story time each Wednesday at 9:30 am. Books are nature-themed and selected based on the season. We’ll begin with an interactive song and children will enjoy creating a small craft after the story. Join us the last Wednesday of…
  • SINGO Wednesdays (Lower Bricktown - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 6:30pm Beat the midweek hump with the new bar game that everyone is talking about! SINGO is a new and exciting musical spin on the traditional game of Bingo. Instead of listening for a number, players are listening to their favorite music. Enjoy 1/2 price domestic drafts & discounted appetizers! Plus we will be giving prizes each night to the winners.…
  • 🎡 Spring Break (Oklahoma Children's Theatre - Oklahoma City) Thru Fri, Mar 15th Start Time: 9:00am WEEK LONG CAMPS: MAR 11 - 15 & MAR 18 - 22 2019 Join us this Spring Break as we present two exciting weeks of fun and creativity. Kids will love joining in with our performing arts-based camps as we work on essential skills in an engaging environment. Week-long camps run March 11 - 15 and 18 - 22. Places are limited though, so sign up quickly!
  • 🏆 Oklahoma City Thunder vs. Brooklyn Nets (Chesapeake Energy Arena - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 6:00pm The time of this game has been changed to 6:00 PM from 7:00 PM.
  • 🎓 Transformative Learning Conference (University of Central Oklahoma - Edmond) Thru Fri, Mar 15th Start Time: 8:00am
  • 🏃 Zumba Kids Jr. (Guthrie Library - Guthrie) Thru Sat, Mar 16th Start Time: 4:00pm Zumba Kids classes feature kid-friendly routines based on original Zumba Choreography. We break down the steps, add games, activities and cultural...

Thursday, Mar 14th

  • 🎨 The Addy Winners (Nigh University Center - Edmond) Start Time: 4:00pm
  • 😂 Alex Elkin (Loony Bin Comedy Club - Oklahoma City) Thru Sat, Mar 16th
  • 🎨 Ancient. Massive. Wild. - The Bison Exhibit (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Thru Sat, Mar 16th Start Time: 10:00am September 1 – May 12, 2019 American Indian Artists: 20th Century Masters As Lakota artist Oscar Howe wrote in 1958, “There is much more to Indian art, than pretty, stylized pictures.” This exhibition highlights this depth and the 20th century American masters who shaped it. Explore early artists such as the Kiowa Six, Tonita…
  • Art Adventures (Fred Jones Jr. Museum of Art - Norman) Start Time: 10:30am
  • 🎓 The Bison as American Icon (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 9:30am 9:30 – 11:30 a.m. Dub and Mozelle Richardson Theater Few animals conjure the power and symbolic presence of the North American bison. Wild and fundamental, the bison is a familiar part of our shared heritage. Explore the National Cowboy Museum’s newest exhibition through lively lectures, exhibition tours, a reading and discussion program,…
  • 🎓 Brown Bag Lunch Series: The Destruction of the American Bison (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 12:00pm What is it about the bison that makes it such a potent symbol? In conjunction with The Bison Exhibit, Andrew C. Isenberg, Hall Professor of American History at the University of Kansas, examines the decline of the North American bison population. Isenberg presents the destruction as the outcome of an integrated dynamic process involving the…
  • 🎭 The Comedy Magic & Mentalism of Max Krause 13+ (Max's Magic Theatre - OKC - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 9:15pm 13+ Ages
  • 🎓 Computer, Cell Phone and iPad Tutors Sign Up (Edmond Senior Center - Edmond) 1 day left The University of Central Oklahoma Students will work with you for an hour! Sign up now for help with operating computers, cell phones or I-Pad’s.
  • 🎨 A Date with the Duke: The Quiet Man (1952) (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 5:00pm What is it about the bison that makes it such a potent symbol? In conjunction with The Bison Exhibit, Andrew C. Isenberg, Hall Professor of American History at the University of Kansas, examines the decline of the North American bison population. Isenberg presents the destruction as the outcome of an integrated dynamic process involving the…
  • Eagle Watch (Lake Thunderbird Sailing Club - Norman) Thru Sat, Mar 16th
  • Girlfriend (Lyric at the Plaza - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Mar 17th Lyric Theatre presents: Girlfriend will follow college-bound friends Mike and Will as they rush into summer love in…
  • Jake's Birthday Bash (Riverwind Casino - Norman) Jake's Birthday Bash brings a new cast of top country acts to Norman each year. Head to Riverwind Casino to see live…
  • The LYNNeS (The Blue Door - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm
  • Neon Indian in Concert (Tower Theatre Studio - Oklahoma City) Indie electronic musician Neon Indian heads to Tower Theatre in Oklahoma City for a special DJ set. Born Alan Palomo, this…
  • 🎓 ORFEO Trio Concert (University of Central Oklahoma - Edmond) Start Time: 7:30pm
  • Saints Sessions (Saints - Oklahoma City) Sarah Maud, a vocalist from Tulsa, is bringing an excellent band to the Plaza District for an evening of Saints…
  • Sarah Maud at Saints Sessions (Plaza District - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm Sarah Maud is a great vocalist from Tulsa, and she's bringing an excellent band to Saints 3/14.
  • Spotlight Talks: Whiteout (Oklahoma Contemporary - Oklahoma City)
  • 🎡 Spring Break (Oklahoma Children's Theatre - Oklahoma City) 1 day left Start Time: 9:00am WEEK LONG CAMPS: MAR 11 - 15 & MAR 18 - 22 2019 Join us this Spring Break as we present two exciting weeks of fun and creativity. Kids will love joining in with our performing arts-based camps as we work on essential skills in an engaging environment. Week-long camps run March 11 - 15 and 18 - 22. Places are limited though, so sign up quickly!
  • Spring Break Pop-Ins (Myriad Botanical Gardens - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 10:00am Looking for something fun to do over Spring Break? Join us in the Children’s Garden as we celebrate the coming of spring with hands-on activities such as...
  • Norman Swap Meet (Cleveland County Fairgrounds - Norman) Thru Sat, Mar 16th Come to the Norman Swap Meet to buy and sell parts for cars, trucks, street rods and more. Auto memorabilia, import…
  • 🎓 Transformative Learning Conference (University of Central Oklahoma - Edmond) 1 day left Start Time: 8:00am
  • The Truth About Downsizing, Rightsizing and Simplifying (Francis Tuttle Technology Center North Campus - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 10:00am People say the thought of moving out of a home they have lived in for decades is often overwhelming. They allow fear and anxiety about the downsizing process to cause them to stay in a place or in a situation that no longer serves their needs. Learn the TRUTH about how other men, women, and couples just like you have overcome their fears and…
  • 🏃 Zumba Kids Jr. (Guthrie Library - Guthrie) Thru Sat, Mar 16th Start Time: 4:00pm Zumba Kids classes feature kid-friendly routines based on original Zumba Choreography. We break down the steps, add games, activities and cultural...

Friday, Mar 15th

  • 😂 Alex Elkin (Loony Bin Comedy Club - Oklahoma City) 1 day left
  • 🎨 Ancient. Massive. Wild. - The Bison Exhibit (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) 1 day left Start Time: 10:00am September 1 – May 12, 2019 American Indian Artists: 20th Century Masters As Lakota artist Oscar Howe wrote in 1958, “There is much more to Indian art, than pretty, stylized pictures.” This exhibition highlights this depth and the 20th century American masters who shaped it. Explore early artists such as the Kiowa Six, Tonita…
  • Bison Bonanza: Family Sleepover (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Day 1 of 2 Start Time: 6:30am 6:30 p.m. – 9:00 a.m., with Rumble stopping by from 9:30 – 10:00 p.m. Begins at the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum; Ends at the OKC Zoo Explore the magnificent American bison at this family sleepover! Trek through The Bison Exhibit after dark for a fun, hands-on evening of discovery! Each child makes an enrichment snack for bison…
  • 🏆 Oklahoma City Blue vs. Memphis Hustle (Cox Convention Center - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:00pm Come see some thrilling professional basketball during the Oklahoma City Blue 2018-19 season. Experience the fast-paced…
  • 🏆 Central OK: University of Central Oklahoma Baseball vs Emporia State (Edmond) Day 1 of 2 Start Time: 6:00pm University of Central Oklahoma Baseball vs Emporia State https://www.bronchosports.com/calendar.aspx?id=6281
  • 🎓 Computer, Cell Phone and iPad Tutors Sign Up (Edmond Senior Center - Edmond) Last Day The University of Central Oklahoma Students will work with you for an hour! Sign up now for help with operating computers, cell phones or I-Pad’s.
  • Eagle Watch (Lake Thunderbird Sailing Club - Norman) 1 day left
  • Girlfriend (Lyric at the Plaza - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Mar 17th Lyric Theatre presents: Girlfriend will follow college-bound friends Mike and Will as they rush into summer love in…
  • Ian Moore (VZD's - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 9:00pm
  • Jurassic Quest (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Mar 17th Step back into prehistoric times as Jurassic Quest makes its way to the Oklahoma State Fair Park. Experience what it would…
  • Kuwait/Kosovo Tour Kick-Off Concert featuring Kyle Dillingham & Horseshoe Road (Boathouse District - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:00pm 5:30pm: Food Truck serving it up. 7:00pm: Fiery Fiddling begins.
    Kyle Dillingham & Horseshoe Road have been selected to participate in the 2018-2019 American Music Abroad season, so come celebrate with them as they kick off their tour through Kuwait and Kosovo! It'll be a fun evening of fiery fiddling with the Oklahoma River as the backdrop in…
  • Landscaping for the Homeowner (Edmond Senior Center - Edmond) Start Time: 12:00pm Marvyn Olson will share some basic landscaping design elements for the home owner. No Fee! Supplies provided.
  • 🍴 Myriad Gardens Give-Back Night At OKC Blue Game (Myriad Botanical Gardens - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:00pm Join us on Friday, March 15 for the first-ever Myriad Botanical Gardens Give Back Night with the Oklahoma City Blue at Chesapeake Energy Arena! Tickets...
  • 🎓 ORFEO Trio Residency Masterclass (University of Central Oklahoma - Edmond) Start Time: 10:00am
  • OU Sooners vs Missouri State (L. Dale Mitchell Baseball Park - Norman) Thru Sun, Mar 17th Cheer on the University of Oklahoma Sooners baseball team as they take the field at Mitchell Park in Norman and play…
  • Pre-War Auto Swap Meet (Grady County Fairgrounds - Chickasha) Day 1 of 2 One of the largest pre-war swap meets in the world, Chickasha's Pre-War Auto Swap Meet features over 1,000 vendors from…
  • Ray Wylie Hubbard in Concert (Tower Theatre Studio - Oklahoma City) Get your tickets for a very special evening of singesongwriter magic when Ray Wylie Hubbard takes over the iconic Tower…
  • Skirvin Jazz Club - hosted by Christian Pearson (Skirvin Hilton - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:30pm Skirvin Jazz Club is an immersive live music experience at the historic Skirvin Hotel in Downtown Oklahoma City. We transform The Park Avenue Grill a swinging jazz club. We stage the band in the center of the room and seat the audience around the musicians, 360. We feature top talent, a full menu, and special featured drinks. This is the perfect…
  • 🎡 Spring Break (Oklahoma Children's Theatre - Oklahoma City) Last Day Start Time: 9:00am WEEK LONG CAMPS: MAR 11 - 15 & MAR 18 - 22 2019 Join us this Spring Break as we present two exciting weeks of fun and creativity. Kids will love joining in with our performing arts-based camps as we work on essential skills in an engaging environment. Week-long camps run March 11 - 15 and 18 - 22. Places are limited though, so sign up quickly!
  • 🎓 Surreptitious: The After Work Social Mixer (Avenue 101 - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 5:00pm $10 Fishbowls $3 Hennessy Black $1 Beers $10 Hookah ($5 the 1st Hour) 3 Wine ::NO COVER::
  • Norman Swap Meet (Cleveland County Fairgrounds - Norman) 1 day left Come to the Norman Swap Meet to buy and sell parts for cars, trucks, street rods and more. Auto memorabilia, import…
  • 🎓 Transformative Learning Conference (University of Central Oklahoma - Edmond) Last Day Start Time: 8:00am
  • 🏃 Zumba Kids Jr. (Guthrie Library - Guthrie) 1 day left Start Time: 4:00pm Zumba Kids classes feature kid-friendly routines based on original Zumba Choreography. We break down the steps, add games, activities and cultural...

Saturday, Mar 16th

  • 😂 Alex Elkin (Loony Bin Comedy Club - Oklahoma City) Last Day
  • 🎨 Ancient. Massive. Wild. - The Bison Exhibit (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Last Day Start Time: 10:00am September 1 – May 12, 2019 American Indian Artists: 20th Century Masters As Lakota artist Oscar Howe wrote in 1958, “There is much more to Indian art, than pretty, stylized pictures.” This exhibition highlights this depth and the 20th century American masters who shaped it. Explore early artists such as the Kiowa Six, Tonita…
  • 🎨 Ansel Adams Tour: SOLD OUT (Oklahoma City Museum of Art - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 2:00pm Join curator Francesca Giani for a tour of
  • Beat (by) the Heat Motorcycle Ride (Oklahoma City) Head to Hiram’s Lodge in Oklahoma City to join fellow riders in the annual Beat the Heat motorcycle ride. This…
  • Bison Bonanza: Family Sleepover (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Day 2 of 2 Start Time: 6:30am 6:30 p.m. – 9:00 a.m., with Rumble stopping by from 9:30 – 10:00 p.m. Begins at the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum; Ends at the OKC Zoo Explore the magnificent American bison at this family sleepover! Trek through The Bison Exhibit after dark for a fun, hands-on evening of discovery! Each child makes an enrichment snack for bison…
  • 🎨 Bison Film Fest: Buffalo Dreams (2005) (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 2:00pm 2:00 p.m. Dub and Mozelle Richardson Theater After accepting Josh Townsend, a transplant from Chicago who just moved to the community with his family, into his circle of friends, Thomas Blackhorse is hurt and angry when Josh betrays a confidence and reveals the location of a sacred Navajo landmark to vandals. To save his friendship with Thomas…
  • 🏆 Central OK: University of Central Oklahoma Baseball vs Emporia State (Edmond) Day 2 of 2 Start Time: 6:00pm University of Central Oklahoma Baseball vs Emporia State https://www.bronchosports.com/calendar.aspx?id=6281
  • 😂 The Dinner Detective (Skirvin Hilton - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 6:00pm America’s LARGEST interactive comedy murder mystery dinner show is now playing at the Skirvin Hilton Hotel! At The Dinner Detective, you’ll tackle a challenging crime while you feast on a fantastic dinner. Just beware! The criminal is lurking somewhere in the room, and you may find yourself as a Prime Suspect before you know it! Our shows…
  • Oklahoma City Dodgers Fan Fest (Chickasaw Bricktown Ballpark - Oklahoma City) Gather your crew and head to Chickasaw Bricktown Ballpark for a day of family fun during the annual Fan Fest. In the past,…
  • Eagle Watch (Lake Thunderbird Sailing Club - Norman) Last Day
  • Eagle Watch (Lake Thunderbird State Park - Norman) Meet at the Discovery Cove Nature Center within Lake Thunderbird State Park in Norman for an information session at 1pm,…
  • 🎓 Essentials of Raja Yoga Meditation- a day course (Brahma Kumaris Meditation Center - Edmond) Start Time: 12:00pm Taking time out has always been a vital part of improving the quality of life, refreshing our understanding of events and re-charging the spirit. A day Retreat is an opportunity to step off the conveyor belt of life and spend time in a peaceful and spiritual atmosphere, reflecting upon and exploring the important factors governing our…
  • Girlfriend (Lyric at the Plaza - Oklahoma City) 1 day left Lyric Theatre presents: Girlfriend will follow college-bound friends Mike and Will as they rush into summer love in…
  • Grand Romanticism (Civic Center Music Hall - Oklahoma City) Bring the special someone in your life to the Oklahoma City Philharmonic’s Classic Concert Series “Grand…
  • Heard on Hurd (Edmond) Start Time: 6:00pm On the third Saturday of each month, downtown Edmond hosts a pop-up community celebration called Heard on Hurd. Walk through…
  • Jurassic Quest (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) 1 day left Step back into prehistoric times as Jurassic Quest makes its way to the Oklahoma State Fair Park. Experience what it would…
  • Maren Morris (The Criterion - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm Hear Maren Morris for a special evening of hard-driving country when she takes the stage at The Criterion in Oklahoma…
  • Mo’s Carousel (Myriad Botanical Gardens - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 11:00am REOPENS Saturday, March 16 and Sunday, March 17, 11am-5pm Open Spring Break Week, Monday through Friday, March 18-22, Noon-4pm Saturday, March 23 and Sunday, March 24, 11am-5pm Mo’s Carousel at Myriad Gardens a permanent feature in the Pavilion next to the Children’s Garden. Cost is $2 per ride, and it is free for Family PLUS members. The…
  • O'Connell's St. Pat's 8K Run (O'Connell's Irish Pub & Grille - Norman) Lace up your running shoes and see if you have what it takes to complete the 16th annual O'Connell's St. Pat's…
  • 🏆 OKC Energy FC vs. Las Vegas Lights FC (Taft Stadium - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:30pm Experience the excitement of major league soccer in Oklahoma as the Oklahoma City Energy Football Club takes on Las Vegas…
  • OKC Gun Show (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Day 1 of 2 For a high quality gun show with great prices and selection, visit the OKC Gun Show in Oklahoma City. Held at Oklahoma State…
  • OU Sooners vs Missouri State (L. Dale Mitchell Baseball Park - Norman) 1 day left Cheer on the University of Oklahoma Sooners baseball team as they take the field at Mitchell Park in Norman and play…
  • Pre-War Auto Swap Meet (Grady County Fairgrounds - Chickasha) Day 2 of 2 One of the largest pre-war swap meets in the world, Chickasha's Pre-War Auto Swap Meet features over 1,000 vendors from…
  • Riversport Adventures Spring Break (Riversport Adventures OKC - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Mar 24th Looking for a little adventure this spring break? Come to the Riversport Adventure Park in Oklahoma City and enjoy the…
  • Oklahoma City St. Patrick's Day Parade (Sheridan Ave & Oklahoma Ave - Oklahoma City) Day 1 of 2 The Oklahoma City Saint Patrick's Day Parade invites guests to enjoy a grand day of Irish music and fun. Be among the…
  • Norman Swap Meet (Cleveland County Fairgrounds - Norman) Last Day Come to the Norman Swap Meet to buy and sell parts for cars, trucks, street rods and more. Auto memorabilia, import…
  • 🏆 Oklahoma City Thunder vs. Golden State Warriors (Chesapeake Energy Arena - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:30pm Experience the thrill of fast-paced pro basketball as the Oklahoma City Thunder takes on the Golden State Warriors. Wear…
  • 🏃 Zumba Kids Jr. (Guthrie Library - Guthrie) Last Day Start Time: 4:00pm Zumba Kids classes feature kid-friendly routines based on original Zumba Choreography. We break down the steps, add games, activities and cultural...

Sunday, Mar 17th

  • The Black Lillies in Concert (The Blue Door - Oklahoma City) Head to The Blue Door as country rock group The Black Lillies takes the stage for a special performance in Oklahoma…
  • 🏆 Oklahoma City Blue vs. Salt Lake City Stars (Cox Convention Center - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 2:00pm Come see some thrilling professional basketball during the Oklahoma City Blue 2018-19 season. Experience the fast-paced…
  • Girlfriend (Lyric at the Plaza - Oklahoma City) Last Day Lyric Theatre presents: Girlfriend will follow college-bound friends Mike and Will as they rush into summer love in…
  • Jurassic Quest (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Last Day Step back into prehistoric times as Jurassic Quest makes its way to the Oklahoma State Fair Park. Experience what it would…
  • Kid's Fest (Farmer's Market - Oklahoma City) The third annual Kid's Fest will feature inflatables, face painting, meet-and-greet photos with Disney Characters…
  • O'Connell's St. Patrick's Day Party (O'Connell's Irish Pub & Grille - Norman) The annual St. Patrick's Day Party on Campus Corner in Norman has become one of the city's biggest celebrations.…
  • OKC Gun Show (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Day 2 of 2 For a high quality gun show with great prices and selection, visit the OKC Gun Show in Oklahoma City. Held at Oklahoma State…
  • OU Sooners vs Missouri State (L. Dale Mitchell Baseball Park - Norman) Last Day Cheer on the University of Oklahoma Sooners baseball team as they take the field at Mitchell Park in Norman and play…
  • Riversport Adventures Spring Break (Riversport Adventures OKC - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Mar 24th Looking for a little adventure this spring break? Come to the Riversport Adventure Park in Oklahoma City and enjoy the…
  • Oklahoma City St. Patrick's Day Parade (Sheridan Ave & Oklahoma Ave - Oklahoma City) Day 2 of 2 The Oklahoma City Saint Patrick's Day Parade invites guests to enjoy a grand day of Irish music and fun. Be among the…

Monday, Mar 18th

  • Riversport Adventures Spring Break (Riversport Adventures OKC - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Mar 24th Looking for a little adventure this spring break? Come to the Riversport Adventure Park in Oklahoma City and enjoy the…
  • Spring Break (Orr Family Farm Event Barn - Oklahoma City) Thru Sat, Mar 23rd Spend your spring break on the farm. Head to Orr Family Farm in Oklahoma City to play on the farm's outdoor attractions,…
  • Spring Break Camp (Sam Noble Museum - Norman) Thru Fri, Mar 22nd Make the most out of your child's spring break with a week at Sam Noble Museum's Spring Break Camp. This five-day…
  • 🏆 Oklahoma City Thunder vs. Miami Heat (Chesapeake Energy Arena - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:00pm Experience the thrill of fast-paced pro basketball as the Oklahoma City Thunder takes on the Miami Heat. Wear your blue and…

Tuesday, Mar 19th

  • 🏆 Oklahoma City Blue vs. Sioux Falls Skyforce (Cox Convention Center - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:00pm Come see some thrilling professional basketball during the Oklahoma City Blue 2018-19 season. Experience the fast-paced…
  • Reeds A-Plenty (St. Paul's Cathedral - Oklahoma City) Experience the magic of wind instruments at St. Paul's Cathedral during Brightmusic Chamber Ensemble's…
  • Riversport Adventures Spring Break (Riversport Adventures OKC - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Mar 24th Looking for a little adventure this spring break? Come to the Riversport Adventure Park in Oklahoma City and enjoy the…
  • Spring Break (Orr Family Farm Event Barn - Oklahoma City) Thru Sat, Mar 23rd Spend your spring break on the farm. Head to Orr Family Farm in Oklahoma City to play on the farm's outdoor attractions,…
  • Spring Break Camp (Sam Noble Museum - Norman) Thru Fri, Mar 22nd Make the most out of your child's spring break with a week at Sam Noble Museum's Spring Break Camp. This five-day…
  • Waitress (Civic Center Music Hall - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Mar 24th Follow the story of Jenna, a waitress who puts her expert pie making skills to work to win a baking contest and the heart of…
  • Wheeler Criterium (Oklahoma City) Once the weather starts warming up, gather your crew and head south of the Oklahoma River for the Wheeler Criterium each and…

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