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Months after the founding of the Rebellion, Leia had a chance to lead the liberation of Lothal. She then came up with a plan to bring down the Imperial presence in one fell swoop.
Leia: Thanks to Ezra and the Ghost Crew, we have the perfect strategy to remove the Empire. When my ship lands, Kanan will disguise himself as a stormtrooper tasked with guarding me and…
While the plan was being discussed, Ahsoka received a transmission from one of her most trusted agents.
Ahsoka: What is it, Kallus?
Kallus: Thrawn is cracking down on sabotage. The new commander has a brutal way to keep citizens in line and has tanks roaming the wide streets. If I'm found out, he'll execute me.
Ahsoka: Thank you for the information. If you see a trooper and a scout or cadet, they are our agents. Intercept them if they finish their recon.
Kallus: Even though they won't trust me.
Ahsoka: Yes. Make sure that the Empire is held back while we complete our mission.
Kallus: I'll do my best, Fulcrum.
When Kanan arrived with Princess Leia, The Empire had escorted them both to the main base with Ezra posing as a scout trooper needing to test out some patrol bikes. When Ezra was watching the workers, he saw them get lined up by Thrawn and forced one of them to "inspect" their work. As the factory worker was pushing the bike to its limits, the bike exploded and the worker that was thrown off died on impact. Thrawn expected every detail of these bikes to be checked and double checked before sending them to the field. Kanan was then told by Leia to make sure the troops prepared a secure location in the city for her to reside. Kanan then continued to patrol around looking for more men to adhere to their guest's demands. Ezra then moved to the training ground before contacting Kanan about receiving the codes to remove the ship clamps.
Ezra: Spectre-1, I'm at the speeder garage making my way to your location. We need the Princess to make a distraction.
Kanan: I'll contact her and let her know that a rebel force is heading her way.
Kanan then switched channels to create a diversion that Leia will put the Empire on high alert for a supposed rebel attack.
Kanan: Princess, we have a situation. Rebels are coming in through the outskirts and sneaking through the slums. We need to move you to a secondary location.
Leia: Copy that, Spectre-1.
She then feigned fear when she ran to the nearest Imperial officer and told him about the Rebel attack.
Officer: Lock this location down after we evacuate and relocate to the secondary residence!
Stormtrooper 1: Yes sir! This way, Princess.
As Ezra blended in with the biker patrol group, he then made his way to the facility where Kallus oversaw the troop deployments. Kanan made his way with a squad of "stormtroopers" and reported the attack to the nearest officer when Agent Kallus stumbled upon the "frightened" trooper commander.
Kallus: What's the situation here?
Kanan: As I was telling the officer, a rebel attack is happening and they are sneaking through the slums.
Just as Kanan finishes his report, Ezra comes speeding towards the vehicle depot with Zeb in the Phantom chasing him down and seemingly shooting at him. When he got past the AT-DPs, the Phantom pulled out and Ezra ran to Kallus trying to report his view on the attack.
Ezra: Sir! Sir! The Rebels! They… they have air support and wiped out my entire squadron. I managed to escape and need-
Kallus: Calm down, Trooper. Both of you come with me. The rest of you, hold this depot.
Rex, Mech, Massiff Squadron: Yes, Sir!!!
When Kallus, Ezra, and Kanan were alone in a turbolift, Kallus revealed that he was Ahsoka's Fulcrum agent on the planet and was updated on everything they needed.
Back with the Ghost crew, an old friend of Ezra's parents, a former mayor of his hometown, snuck the rebels in through the sewer. Hera, Sabine, Ahsoka, and Zeb, as well as Chopper were brought to the surface and they saw a huge plethora of Imperial vehicles patrolling the wide streets from AT-DP walkers, TX-225 armored tanks, AT-AT walkers, and TX-130 fighter tanks.
When X1 oversaw the patrols, He began sensing that some of the troopers weren't who they said they were. He then found a group of Stormtroopers guarding the depot when it was predominantly abandoned due to all hands being needed to protect the rest of the base.
X1: What is your purpose here, trooper?
Mech: We're under orders to protect the depot in case the rebels try to destroy any means of patrolling the city or intercepting them.
X1: This depot isn't a target for these rebels. Who gave you these orders?
Rex: That would be Agent Kallus, Sir.
X1: Let me through. I have important information that Kallus needs to know so he can capture these rebels alive.
Howzer: Kallus ordered us that no one, not even other Imperials, enter the main offices due to the rebels possibly using disguises.
Back with the Ghost crew, Kanan and Ezra took the working Speeder and got it to the Ghost and went back to get the clones at the vehicle depot. X1 activated his lightsaber and threatened to cut down the next trooper that defied him. As X1 entered the turbolift, he saw a barely conscious Kallus on the ground with broken transparisteel panels.
X1: Agent? Agent! What happened here?
Kallus: The rebels broke in and I was thrown through these panels and-
X1: Listen, if the rebels have access to any information on any drives they may have taken, you will be replaced indefinitely.
Kallus: I can spy on their communications through one of the radios I confiscated and keep in a safe location.
X1: Outside of Imperial jurisdiction? What are you planning exactly, Kallus?
Kallus: If I can get to the comm channel through said device, I can affirm whether or not they have any stolen information.
X1: Alright. I'll put together an escort-
Kallus: No! I need to do this alone.
X1: Given your rank, you need one.
Kallus: Since we didn't expect their attack, they won't expect an Imperial Agent spying on them from outside the city.
X1: Fine. Get there and report your findings.
Kallus: Yes, commander.
X1 then hailed Grand Admiral Thrawn who was near the governor's building aware of the attack.
X1: Grand Admiral, I have troubling news.
Thrawn: I am aware of the rebel attack, Commander. Is it about Kallus?
X1: Yes, Sir. I have reason to believe that he is the mole for these rebels, and that a Jedi is part of the rebel assault.
Thrawn: Thank you for confirming our suspicions, Commander. I will handle Kallus myself. You take on the Jedi, and let the rest of the troops round up the rest of them.
When the rebels made it to the surface, Hera radioed to Chopper to fly the Ghost to pick up Kanan, Ezra, and the clones. What stopped the duo of Jedi was a cold presence exiting the offices with a lightsaber drawn.
Ezra: Is he-
Kanan: With as cold as we are feeling, I don't think so.
X1: Killing the Grand Inquisitor, bold move. Putting a target on your back, however; very, very stupid of you.
Kanan: If you think we should fear you, you've got another thing coming.
Ezra: Do you even know how to use a lightsaber? Looks to me like you're only playing Jedi.
X1: Allow me to show you, boy.
As the pair went against the JT clone, X1 delivered a flurry against both opponents using Form 1 with ferocious swing to Ezra's blade opening the boy up to a knee in the stomach and a clash with Kanan. This ended with X1 pushing his saber aside and headbutting Kanan to disorient him. X1 then tried to deliver a killing blow to Ezra but Kanan blocked it. Ezra tried getting up, but X1 used a massive Force push into the ground making the three of them bounce. Ezra was winded but quickly recovered and began an offensive flurry of his own with Kanan attempting to attack his sides. After X1 opened Ezra up he landed a kick to his gut which sent him flying until he was gripped with the Force and thrown behind X1. As X1 was about to cut Ezra in two, Kanan slashed at X1's right leg and brought him to a kneel, but X1 used his signature tactic of feigning defeat until Kanan got close enough to strike, then X1 turned on his downed leg and slashed Kanan's eyes, blinding him almost permanently. Ezra got up and used whatever saber attacks he could to break the Imperial officer. X1 dodged every single swing and dismantled the boy at every turn with a kick to the gut, a punch to the left shoulder, and a backhanded fist across the same cheek. Ezra then in his exhaustion landed a couple blows against X1's chest before getting thrown out of the Vehicle depot, Imperial disguise in shatters.
After the Ghost landed, Zeb hurried and grabbed Ezra, but Ezra was trying to lift Kanan and bring him in, but Hera took off on Kanan's orders to leave him. X1 had Kanan restrained and brought to the prison complex in the city. Ezra and the Ghost then had to make it to the landing pad where Leia’s ship was and release the clamps, When the clones got off, they pretended that they were holding off rebels when a TX-225 rolled to their position. An Imperial gunship had escorted Princess Leia to the ship and Leia had the information she needed sent by chopper into another code cylinder that she swiped from the officer she groveled to for help. Back where Kallus found the comm he had in Ezra's home, he began coordinating the rebels escape from the city and let them know about a starfighter program and contingencies for if Lothal wasn’t kept in line. Just as Kallus was about to explain the final contingency plan, Thrawn had shown up in an Imperial troop transport and went up to the single room building alone.
Thrawn: The Commander and I were right to be suspicious of you.
Kallus: You were killing workers needlessly! This is perpetuating the rebel attacks, not stopping them!
Thrawn: Perhaps you've forgotten that the Empire rules through fear, and which side you align with.
As the two engaged in hand-to-hand combat, Thrawn got the upper hand by landing a decisive blow to Kallus's right temple and landing a kick to Kallus's gut causing the traitorous agent to fall, only to be caught by X1 with a captured Kanan Jarrus in tow.
Back with the Alliance, they reported that they got the Intel, and that Kanan got captured. This prompted another strike on Lothal, but the target based on the intel given by Kallus meant that they were going to infiltrate the TIE Defender program.
Meanwhile, Thrawn had begun further reinforcing the Empire’s presence in the area. X1 then started getting a strange feeling that something was off in the Force.
Thrawn: Something the matter, Commander?
X1: Yes, Sir. Just got a migraine. A very troublesome migraine at that.
Thrawn: Don’t play it off as something minor, Commander. I know you have the abilities of Lord Vader. What was it you saw?
X1: THere’s a temple and other artifacts a few miles from there. A… a mural of sorts is inscribed there… AAAAAHH!
Thrawn: Lieutenant, get the Commander to the Medical Bay and contact Lord Vader. WE’ve found something that the Emperor may find Interesting.
Officer: Yes, Grand Admiral.
Back with Lord Vader, he was on Kamino tending to his secret project; cloning Starkiller. For months he had been attempting to find the perfect clone, but when it came to the final test, all of them had failed. He periodically checked on his clones to see how long they would survive isolation.
During one mission to Cato Neomoidia, which hadn't seen activity in decades, General Rahm Kota, Chirrut Îmwe, and a squad of rebels were sent to bring down the Imperial moffs, and gain Neomoidian support for the war effort. Bail Organa knew that he had a few operations going simultaneously and knew he only needed to call of Kenobi or Yoda in case of emergencies. Juno Eclipse was in command after Kota left for the mission, and she hoped that the mission was to be short.
Back on Atollon, Wolffe had pulled Mech aside and gave him a new long term assignment.
Wolffe: Mech! Can I see you for a moment?
Mech: Yes Sir! What do you need?
Wolffe: We have an AT-TE from the last War that would be beneficial to the defense of the rebel base on Yavin. Since you have the most training on piloting Walkers, we need you there to help train the rebels in case they overtake one of the Imperial's.
Mech: Yes, Sir! Right away, Sir! Men, I need a hand getting this AT-TE loaded…
As Wolffe ordered pilots to make a trip to Yavin 4, Many assets were being allocated to rescuing Kanan and liberating Lothal from Imperial rule. As Ezra regaled about who he and Kanan fought, a certain squad became interested in the mission.
Ezra: He was dressed like an Imperial Officer, but he wielded a blue lightsaber. He wasn’t a Jedi, or an Inquisitor. He was something else.
X2: Commander Bridger, did he look anything like me?
Ezra: Now that I examined your face, yeah, he did.
X2: You just met my twin brother, X1. HE and I served together in the Clone Wars from the Invasion of Tatooine to the Battle of Cato Neimoidia. What happened after Cato Neimoidia, I wholeheartedly regret until defecting before the Empire attacked Dantooine.
X2 looked shaken, pale, and began to sweat over all the Jedi he killed, and rewound all the way back to Ferroda. Ezra and the rest of the Alliance were shocked about X2’s actions in the Empire, but Rex, Howzer, 78s, Ramm, and Vice remembered that day, the Jedi they fought alongside, and the brother they lost, Solar.
On Kamino, Vader had began a holocommunication to Crosshair about his next mission.
Crosshair: Yes, Lord Vader?
Vader: Report your progress for your mission on Ferrix.
Crosshair: A fugitive who is known by a recently deceased woman has escaped the system, but the ISB have a couple of tails on him throughout the galaxy.
Vader: Where are these tails following him to?
Crosshair: From what I overheard, he was headed to Jedha to meet with a rebel cell there.
Vader: Good. there is an Imperial Garrison that will hunt him down and hand them over to the ISB. Report to Kamino for your next mission.
Crosshair: Yes, my lord.
When Crosshair landed near Vader’s TIE Advanced X1 fighter, he exited and walked to meet the taller figure and kneeled in subservience and respect.
Vader: Rise. Your new orders are to go to dantooine, and place a beacon near where the rebels hold their prisoners. You may recognize the location. If any important Imperials are imprisoned there, activate the beacon, and a rescue team will be there to extract them, compile the list as the beacon is active.
Crosshair: What of the rebel presence there? If they are taken out, many would surely notice. If I use my signature reflecting pucks, some are going to recognize my work and hunt me down.
Vader: The clones will not be stationed on Dantooine. It has been a long time since they even saw you. You have the element of surprise on your side. Bury the beacon deep so that nothing can detect it.
Crosshair: I will leave at once, my lord.
Vader then saw the second of his most trusted agents leave for a mission as he returned to finding the right clone.
With the Alliance, Ezra then began to take a command role due to his knowledge of the planet and wanting to rescue Kanan. Ahsoka was the only other Jedi to lead an attack. He then explained his plan with a mix of real tactics he picked up from the last excursion and throughout his time with the Ghost Crew.
Ezra: Here's the plan: Now that we know that The Empire has tanks and walkers patrolling the larger areas, we're gonna need all the heavy firepower on the ground to take them out or use them against the other tanks and walkers. I'll lead a squad to rescue Kanan in the prison complex, Ahsoka, you lead the primary attack near the Governor's building. Thrawn should be there.
Hera: I know you want to save Kanan and drive Thrawn away, but there are times where we have to make a choice.
Ezra: We've pulled simultaneous attacks ever since we joined the Alliance. This is pretty much SOP at this point.
Sabine: We also have to take down the TIE Defender project. If we let them go, they will decimate our assault on the ground and any air support we try to bring in.
X2: If you need a good squad of pilots and soldiers, we can go with you, Sabine and pilot some of the Defenders. This could even teach us how they work.
Sabine: Alright, that part's covered.
Ahsoka: What about the rescue effort?
Wolffe: I'll help on the ground. I have to find some excuse to show these troops that I still got it.
Ezra: Alright, Wolffe, you, Rex, and Gregor will help lead the rescue on the ground. I'll sneak in using our old friend, and Hera, you join Sabine for the TIE Defender raid. Ahsoka, you go with the clones.
Hera: Where will you be?
Zeb: Alright, Someone's gonna have to look after this kid. I'll go with you and get you to the prison on the far side.
Ezra: Sounds fine to me. Everyone knows their places?
Sabine, Ahsoka, Rex, X2, and Hera affirm their parts of the plan and begin loading up into the Ghost, Republic shuttle, and X-wings.
Meanwhile with the Empire on Lothal, X1 is in the middle of torturing Kanan with 2 sapphire blades when a trooper gave him orders from the Emperor himself.
Stormtrooper: Sir, The Emperor wishes to make contact with you.
X1: Have someone take over his torture with a strong mind while I'm with the Emperor.
Stormtrooper: Yes, Sir.
When X1 made it to his war room, he activated the holocommunicator display and bowed to the projection of Palpatine.
X1: My Emperor, it's an honor to receive communications from you.
Emperor: Rise, Commander. I have been told that you found something that warranted my attention.
X1: Yes, my Emperor. There is a temple here, miles from the city with two symbols at the entrance to it.
Emperor: Has this been recorded in Imperial documents?
X1: No, my Emperor.
Emperor: Then how do you know?
X1: The method I had attained this knowledge from is, I had a piercing headache and suddenly, I saw it.
Emperor: You saw the temple without going near it?
X1: In short, yes, my Emperor.
Emperor: [Thinking] This could only mean… [Exit thought] How long has Vader been training you?
X1: Almost a year, my Emperor.
Emperor: Your newfound abilities have revealed a Jedi secret. I still have use for you, Commander. Lord Vader will continue to train you, and you will capture the jedi and force them to open it. During all of these events, you will only be an assassin, not his apprentice.
When X1 brought Kanan to the hidden temple, Vader's castle aide, Venee, arrived as a scholar of the Force, who also allocated Imperial resources to another location on Lothal which was more powerful than the temple, unbeknownst to the commander.
X1: Who might you be?
Venee: I've seen you tour and train at the castle from time to time. You were just too focused on training to notice me. No need to worry, Commander. Your secret with Lord Vader is safe with me and his castle walls.
X1: Thank you.
When the rebels launched their multi-pronged attack on the Empire, Ahsoka and the clones patrolled the city quarter for any heavy Imperial reinforcements, Sabine and X2 led grey Squadron to covertly recon and destroy the TIE Defender program, Ezra and Zeb went to scout out the prison before Ahsoka and the clones rendevouzed with them after eliminating the Imperial presence in the city and slums. FIxer, Boss, Wolffe, and Gregor joined Rex on the ground and each clone had an old PLX rocket launcher to take down the walkers and tanks. Ezra and Zeb made short work of the small Imperial patrols around the prison, but X1 had a plan of his own.
X1: What can you tell me about this temple that was in my visions?
Venee: The Temple has two sets of symbols each in their own circles, but it requires both a master and apprentice to open.
X1: I beat back a younger boy who was fighting alongside the Jedi I captured weeks ago. No doubt he’ll try to rescue his master.
Venee: Then you have your apprentice to open the temple. I will be at the mural if you need further guidance.
X1 then returned to his post in the prison, and received an communication from Admiral Thrawn.
Thrawn: Commander, We have tracked the rebels’ flight activity and tracked them to the Atollon system. We are going to send an Imperial garrison there if the Rebels escape. What is your status?
X1: Grand Admiral, We found the artifacts that the Emperor is looking for. Vader’s aide is at one of them and I am going to transport the Jedi prisoners to the temple.
Thrawn: You expect to take another Jedi captive, Commander? It must be a powerful artifact in the temple.
X1: Yes, Grand Admiral. The temple requires both a master and an apprentice to open it. These jedi will be the keys.
Thrawn: Quite a find and quite a puzzle to solve. The Jedi are a lot more protective of their secrets than we thought.
When Ezra and Zeb made it into the prison, he gave Chopper orders to fly overhead and do a recon flight for any incoming Imperial air support. When Ezra found Kanan in his cell, Zeb got a hold of him and attempted to escape, but X1 threw the Lasat against the wall with Kanan knocked out and Ezra to fight the brutal Imperial commander. After Ahsoka left the main square and the surrounding areas with vehicles behind repair, Ahsoka activated her blades and joined Ezra in his duel wil the Imperial commander. X1 had a chill run up his spine as he activated his sapphire blade and blocked strikes from both Jedi but after a large force repulse, Ahsoka and Ezra were thrown back and the clones and Stormtroopers fought over Kanan. Ezra ordered Zeb to retreat and fight back to the Ghost, and when Zeb exited the prison, Chopper used the Phantom to pick him up and get Zeb to the pilot seat of the Ghost.
Meanwhile with Sabine, Hera, and Grey Squadron, X2 took two of his men and sent the rest in the air awaiting a signal for support. Sabine disguised herself as an Imperial Ace and learned how to fly the hexa-winged craft. Hera did the best she could, slicing into a stowed fighter, giving the Empire a diversion. One of the other pilots in the program was a young Wedge Antilles who had doubts about the Empire, but knew he had to stay below the Empire's radar. X2 and his squadmates had to disguise themselves as stormtroopers, despite the discomfort of the armor plating.
X2: Greys 5, 2, and 4, commence flyover.
Greys: On our way, Commander.
Hera: I sliced into a stowed Defender, Spectre-5, are you in the air?
Sabine had to switch channels temporarily since she was also communicating with the controllers on the ground.
Controller: Cadet, Cadet! What's wrong?
Sabine: Nothing, Ground Control. I'm alright. Had to find the right channel, and accidentally hit something on my helmet.
Controller: We just saw rebel fighters fly overhead! Take them down!
Sabine: Yes, Sir!
Back with Hera, the Twi’lek finally got a stowed ship in the air and she ordered X2 and the squad on the ground to fire on her as she was taking off to give Sabine two "problems" to worry about.
Officer: What happened, trooper?!
Grey 3: A rebel stole one of the fighters! We tried to stop them but they took off!
Grey 6: We have to warn the test flight.
Officer: Alright, you three. Come with me!
X2: Yes, sir!
As the officer and 3 "stormtroopers" made it to the testing ground, Sabine had to shoot down 3 X-wings and another TIE Defender to sell the deception. Hera then ordered everyone in the air to stall their engines for a brief moment and begin the assault.
Officer: She got them!
Ground Control: Go investigate the crash sites and kill any survivors!
Grey 6: Yes, Sir!
Just as the order was given, Sabine and Hera destroyed the stowed fighters in the hangar and the X-wings destroyed the landing platforms. As the fighters made their getaway, the "stormtroopers" feigned being killed and when the Officer's made their way away from the destroyed test field, X2 and the others made their escape.
Before the test flight team evacuated the area, the ground control hit a control that deactivated the engines and made the fighters crash land inbthe hills below. Among the pursuing Imperial forces was the pilot Wedge who had a decision to make. Something that he remembered Sabine saying before her flight stuck with him and what he had been thinking to himself ever since he got to the Academy. He then stole the officer's pistol and killed the other Imperials. After Hera got the tactical computer off of her ship, the Imperial transport that Wedge rode in was being used by the rebels and defector to head over to the prison.
Back with Venee at the Mural, he began organizing patrols around it in case the temple was opened and other forces were about to converge. X1 had captured both Ezra and Kanan, and Ahsoka and the Clones evacuated the Ghost. Hera tried to get a hold of Ezra, but had no response.
Hera: Spectre-6? Spectre-6, do you copy?! Blast it! Wedge, regroup with the rest of our group. Chopper, Bring the Phantom in case we need an extraction!
Chopper boarded the phantom and sped his way to his mistress's location and what awaited her were two death troopers and the familiar Chiss who had taken over her family home.
Hera: Not this slimo again.
Thrawn: Syndulla. Pleasure to see you again. A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.
Hera remembered the psychological torture she endured at his hands on her home planet and knew she had to prove she was not the scared child she was.
Back at the Temple, X1 threw both Kanan and Ezra to the temple entrance and ordered them to open it.
X1: Don't even think of standing up before that temple is opened. The first to refuse, the other loses their head!
Kanan and Ezra remained calm and did their best to open the temple, but Ezra's anger kept making the temple close again. X1 had both of their lightsabers in his hands and was about to slice them both until Ahsoka blasted X1 with a Force push. As the two clashed, Kanan and Ezra made their escape, but X1 pursued them in Imperial transport gunships and Kanan was knocked off due to a blast on the rear passenger wing into the power station. Kanan made sure to grab the sabers before escaping and hid amongst the generators.
X1: How noble of your friends to save you both, but you and I both know that the galaxy is better off without the Jedi. No wonder you had to hide who you were for so many years.
When Kanan hid behind one stack of generators, X1 had his blade to light the way until Kanan heard a voice or two that was familiar. The other two jedi that had been blinded by the dark side communed with Kanan from Cato Neimoidia Jedha guiding his actions as the two blind masters meditated. The duel was going smoothly for Kanan until X1 began planting explosives around the generators in an effort to kill the Jedi. As Kanan landed a kick to X1's chest, making him lose balance as the two dueled on top of the power generators. X1 had used his lightsaber to assist in climbing back up, but Kanan held back the explosions and X1 used the Force to jump away from the station and evacuate the erupting power station.
When Ezra, Wedge, and Sabine broke Hera free, Ezra and Hera boarded the stolen gunship and made their way to Kanan. As the blind Jedi teacher stood on top of the generator, holding back the flames and energy, the voices told him to surrender to the Force and much to the dismay of the Ghost crew, just as Kanan's eyes were allowed to see his friends, and his love for the last time, he refocused all the energy that he had keeping both the flames and his friends at bay, he moved his friends and love to safety as he let the flames and energy engulf him as his essence became one with the Force.
Ezra: No! I had so many questions! Who will continue my training now?!
Sabine: He was the best of all of us! Why did the Empire have to take him?
Hera couldn't make out any words other than a sob because the last time she was close with Kanan, she allowed herself to be physically vulnerable, and it was the only time she would get to feel that way with him.
Back with the Empire, X1 reported that the Jedi died in the blast. Venee was about to protest that it was a bad move, but then remembered that only one was needed to interact with the mural.
X1: Admiral, The jedi is dead. We can't open the temple anymore.
Thrawn: How unfortunate. We might as well destroy it then.
Venee: Admiral, Commander, may I interrupt?
Thrawn: Proceed, Aide.
Venee: The temple may be closed off, but the mural is not, but only requires one jedi to interact with it.
Thrawn: If we can manage to reclaim one Jedi, we can see what the mural can do.
X1: I will make sure that task becomes no problem.
Thrawn: Excellent, Commander. You will be in charge of Lothal in my absence. Governor Pryce will be en route to the municipal building in a few hours. Prepare for her arrival.
X1: Yes, Grand Admiral.
Back on Atollon, the clones, Jedi, and rebels began to mourn the loss of another Jedi. Ezra, Hera, and Sabine were the ones who were hit the hardest, while Zeb and Chopper set aside their differences for a good while. As the funeral proceeded, Thrawn was watching from probe droids he sent to survey the rebel cell and waited for the moment to strike.
Officer: Why do we wait to attack when we can strike now at their weakest?
Thrawn: An enemy in mourning is an enemy driven by passion, emotion, and clouded judgment. When the enemy has a clear head, they are easier to read and take down.
Officer: We should just attack while they are defenseless.
Thrawn: Then we would be no different than them. We must show that we are a civilized entity that respects the dead whether friend or foe.
Elsewhere in the galaxy, Vader returns to Kamino after another clone of Starkiller had survived the cloning process. When he landed his TIE Advanced X1 fighter, he made his way to the training chamber for the clone. Vader had a small glimmer of hope that this clone would prove efficient for his purposes of ending the rebels and assisting him in usurping the Emperor.
Vader: You still live.
StarkillerC: How long?
Vader: One month in isolation. Astonishing.
Starkiller: Everything I need, I have in the Force.
Vader: Rise.
The Starkiller clone then stood on his feet and Vader began instructing the clone on what he needed like he did all the others before him. As he watched the test that the clone had partaken in, the clone was about to strike down the image of Juno Eclipse, but he hesitated. Vader began to hang his head in shame until he heard another saber ignite through the image’s chest.
Vader saw the image fall as the clone’s eyes turned a sith yellow and his skin slowly begin to pale. This was the clone he needed, but Vader knew that in order to surprise the rebellion, he had to capitalize on a clone escaping and bringing the rebels to them on a silver platter.
StarkillerC: What is thy bidding, my master?
Vader: Remain in these facilities until the Rebels come here. If the clone brings the rebels here and attempts to execute me, you will do what it can not.
StarkillerC: Yes, master.
Meanwhile on Dantooine, Crosshair found the rebel prison and planted the beacon. All that needed to be done was return to Kamino and make sure that Vader's plan, or at least one of them, unbeknownst to the loyal Imperial clone, succeeded.
Back with the Ghost Crew, Ezra had continued to grieve and make his way to the one who had been teaching Kanan whenever they were on base. This being was the Bendu and the young Jedi knew that in order to put an end to Thrawn, his emotions needed to be put to the wayside. As he continued talking to The Bendu, he meditated to find Kanan in the Force.
Captain Eclipse was worried about Kota, but knew that she ordered him to stay and he refused.
Bail Organa had checked on his forces and saw that the clones became combat instructors for the rebel forces.
Back over Atollon, Juno had met Commander Wolffe and the two began discussing different operations.
Wolffe: Captain Eclipse.
Juno: You must be Commander Wolffe. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Wolffe: Likewise. I see you're planning a mission to Cato Neimoidia.
Juno: Yes, my general had gone against orders again and began attacking an Imperial target there, but was captured and the squad was killed.
Wolffe: I once knew of a pair of Jedi that went against orders.
Juno: Were you a veteran of the Clone Wars?
Wolffe: I was. From the battle of Abregado to the Invasion of Cato Neimoidia.
Juno: I remember reading about the Outer Rim Sieges at the Imperial Academy. What was your role in the battle?
Wolffe had given her the story of his involvement and his regretful actions due to the chip in his head.
After X1 ended the Jedi he made his way to his quarters where a holocall from Lord Vader was waiting.
Vader: Venee tells me that a Jedi is dead.
X1: Yes, my master, but at the cost of the city power station. This can be spun into a relief effort, I know it.
Vader: I am not worried about the Imperial logistics, Commander. Your new orders are to meet me on Kamino. Your skills need further tuning.
X1: Yes, my master. I will be there in two rotations.
When X1 arrived in Timira city, he was greeted by Vader and led to a secret training room where X1 began to feel something was off about the room. He then felt the presence of another Force user in the room and Vader stood aside and watched his clone take on his apprentice. When X1 began to use foresight, he blocked the incoming strike. After blocking 5 more, he was disarmed.
Vader: Your form is slow, rigid, and blunt. Meet Starkiller, or the closest thing. This is the boy I had trained unbeknownst to the Emperor.
X1 then realized what he had to do. Defeat this clone and Vader would award him his own Destroyer.
The clone had begun his barrage of attacks that made X1's look like a grown adult beating up a child. As the duel slowly began to favor X1, he saw the clone attempt Force lightning and X1 used his anger and attempted to do the same with surprising success. After X1 won the lightning clash, he began to take to Form VII and Form IV to beat down the clone. When X1 was about to stab the clone he suspended both of them with the Force.
Vader: Well done, Commander. Your destroyer has been ordered to arrive within hours. As for you, you must train harder against enemies with sabers and blasters alike.
As the three separated, a shuttle landed on the platform at the end of the walkway. X1 thanked Vader with a kneel and boarded the shuttle.
Back with the Rebels near Atollon, They see a couple light cruisers nearing the base. Thrawn then sees two Jedi defending the entrance but as the Stormtroopers fail to penetrate the Base's defenses, Kallus, who happened to be on the vessel, escapes his restraints and continues leaking plans to the rebels at their war room. When Ezra retreated, he was found by some death troopers and he took them down. The death troopers surrounded Ahsoka and began trying to stun her. She had remembered the training Anakin put her through, as well as her and Rex defending against the clones aboard the venator above Lubang Minor. In the near constant array of stun blasts, Thrawn threw an arc detonator and knocked out Ahsoka with the electric shock.
The Empire then dragged Ahsoka's body aboard the light cruiser and Thrawn began to try breaking down Ahsoka to make her open the mural for Vader's aide.
Kallus then added the details he's learned to the rebel cell and Ezra used these details to update his plan. As Ezra adjusted his plan to include rescuing Ahsoka from Thrawn’s grasp and moving different troops to each task. Ezra had put his emotions away due to the tragedies the alliance had experienced. As the final preparations were made to go back to Lothal, Ezra stopped by the Bendu for guidance and counsel in the Force. After a few guiding words from the entity who is neutral in the Force, Ezra had a resolve like no other.
Back with the Empire, Ahsoka was placed in front of the mural examining the three figures that she remembered interacting with on a distant planet called Mortis. As she examined the mural she then took a look at another owl-like creature flying to one perch on the rock face. She had been referring to the bird as Morrai, which for Ahsoka, who she thought was the embodiment of The Daughter. What the Force had concealed from the Togruta was that it was actually Ahsoka herself that was The Daughter. The memories of her time on Mortis came rushing back to her as she was being forced to open the mural.
When Ezra and the Rebels landed, Rex and Wolffe then took Grey Squadron along with Kallus to sneak past the Imperial patrols. Ezra ordered Sabine, Hera, Zeb, Chopper, and X2 to follow him through the slums and look for a ship to get to the rural landscapes where the mural had been located while disguising himself as a scout trooper with Sabine joining him in this endeavor. When the transport was secured, Hera took the controls, Zeb helped X2 with a supposed prisoner transfer, but they were infiltrating the municipal grid.
Before the assault began, Sabine had a few unresolved feelings she felt Ezra needed to be made aware of. As the two shared their first loving embrace, it calmed both the Jedi padawan, and the mandalorian outcast and helped them compose themselves. As Rex, Wolffe, Gregor, and X2 began conducting the guerilla warfare in the streets, Ezra and Sabine took disguises as Scout troopers stationed at the Mural, Hera provided transport for the clones, Zeb had been flying the Phantom for additional air support.
When Ezra and Sabine began to interact with the Mural, the pictures there began to move as Ahsoka began to mimic applying the Force to it as she saw two Imperial Scouts touch it. As the pictures on the mural turned black, X1 and Venee forced Ahsoka to touch the moving artwork only to see her hands go inside it like it was a body of water, discovering that it was a portal to a different location, possibly a different realm.
Venee: This… is a… portal?! The Emperor will be very pleased with this discovery.
Ezra: Where does it lead?
Venee: From what I have researched, it is to a realm where history is spectated as if it were windows to shops in an urban district.
When Sabine began to inquire about it, since she was the only non-force sensitive of the three, she embedded a code word for Ahsoka to hear and pull them into the portal and the rest of the team to come and assist them.
Sabine: If this is a portal where you could see other moments in time, would it be possible to change some of the events of the past?
Before Venee could answer the question, Ahsoka had pulled her sabers to her and she threw both Ezra and Sabine into the portal and followed suit as the Empire tried firing into the realm before they were ordered to focus on the threat behind them. Ezra began to meditate and before the rest of the combatants knew it, Loth-wolves had joined the fray, pouncing and ripping the stormtroopers to shreds.
As the three examined the realm they were now in, they had heard multiple voices, through multiple different portals, some familiar from events of the past, and others that were strange from events of the future. One of these portals had recently opened and revealed an ominous figure standing near a cauldron of blue flames.
Emperor: You three have interfered in matters you know nothing of. Now you will experience the full power of the Dark side!
The Emperor then began to use the flames to engulf the 3 in sith magic as he began an incantation in the ancient Sith dialect and the three ran in search for the portal they entered from.

1. See a physical therapist. (Not a chiropractor!)

It's possible that your bad posture, weak neck/back muscles are causing your headaches.

1. Massage: The physical therapist will help you loosen the tight muscles through stretching and massage.
2. Strengthening exercises: He will also have you do strengthening exercises for your posture, back and neck.
3. Dry needling: some PT’s are licensed to stimulate your muscles which can loosen them.
4. Biofeedback: Your PT should be able to do biofeedback with you. This is a device that hooks up to your body and alerts you when you are subconsciously tensing up. This will help you learn to stop tensing all your muscles which may be causing your headaches.

Even if your muscles aren’t causing your headaches, seeing a physical therapist can make you feel safe or have a placebo effect and turn off the fear response I mention later in the TMS section.
It's also possible that you might have TMJ/TMD (mentioned later) and the PT will also give you exercises, massages and stretches for that.

1. Acupuncture. I was extremely skeptical of acupuncture and believed it to be a placebo but surprisingly it worked. It was even better then physical therapy. Either it’s not a placebo or placebos still work when you know it’s a placebo? I was later told acupuncture was shown to be a placebo because they measured how it work’s incorrectly. I believe they found that it’s not just working the muscle but actually rewiring the brain somehow. I guess I believe in it now and it does seem unlikely a placebo could last 1000’s of years.
   
2. Rule out all medical causes.
   
3. MRI: Get an MRI done to rule out any brain tumors or other problems of the brain.
   
4. Get checked for TMJ/TMD. This is a jaw issue that's caused by defective Temporomandibular joints. I was personally diagnosed with this through X rays and other imaging. I did not have many symptoms of this, but I got checked anyway and sure enough I had it. Most people have physical problems that don’t cause pain and does not mean you found the cause. (My TMJ was not causing my headaches) You will be prescribed physical therapy for your jaw along with wearing a special mouth guard orthotic that will take pressure off your jaw and realign it while giving it a chance to heal. You will wear it a certain number of hours of the day, depending on how bad a case of TMJ you have.
   
5. See an ENT specialist for reoccurring sinus infections if you have those symptoms. Which can cause headaches. Apparently earwax buildup from using a-tips can also cause headaches.
   
6. Allergies: get yourself allergy checked as certain allergies, such as being gluten intolerant can cause 24/7 headaches, or just headaches after you eat or exposed to the irritant.
   
7. Sleep apnea: Sleep apnea has been known to cause 24/7 headaches. A sleep study could be beneficial to rule this out. Surprisingly a lot of people don’t even know they have it.
   
8. Get blood work done: A vitamin deficiency or other irregularity in your body could be a factor.
   
9. Get your eyes checked: eye strain or other eye dysfunctions could potentially be causing your headaches and is something you could easily rule out.
   
10. Check for a CSF leak: You could have a CSF leak or high intracranial hypertension. You can find out by getting a spinal tap. If you do in fact have one of these things, then that will drastically change how you're treated for headaches. As far as any medical diagnosis that could be causing your headaches, I think this would be the most likely. And is worth at least getting checked out.
    
11. Do Pain reprocessing therapy, look into Tension myositis syndrome (tms), and download the curable app. (IGNORE AT YOUR OWN RISK)
    

TMS is a Mindbody syndrome that keeps your brain in the fight or flight response and traps your brain in a chronic pain cycle.
This is most likely what is causing your chronic headaches and should not be overlooked.
You have to realize that there is most likely nothing structurally/medically wrong with you and its most likely your brain (overactive amygdala) causing this. The godfathers of TMS therapy, such as Dr. Howard Schubiner, Dr. Alan Gordan have estimated through studies that physical causes are not causing chronic pain in 80% of the time.
The good news is that you can rewire your brain and turn off the fear response. This can be done through somatic tracking, brain rewiring exercises, journaling and meditation.
In the following experiment 66% of the participants were “cured or almost cured” in ONLY 4 WEEKS (others improved but not significantly) so just imagine what a year of this therapy could do!
https://www.colorado.edu/today/2021/09/29/how-therapy-not-pills-can-nix-chronic-pain-and-change-brain
This study took participants with at least 4/10 pain and have been suffering for at least a year.
They also theorize that even if you find a physical deformity (bulging or herniated discs in this case) that it’s still most likely not what’s causing your pain. I cant remember the exact numbers but it was something like 90% of Americans have some kind of back issue yet only 20% experience chronic pain.
It’s widely shown that physical treatments don’t work for most to all chronic pain. Hence the opioid crisis. Thinking it’s just a bunch of addicts trying to get high is a gross misinterpretation of the issue. (Although that is also a significant but much smaller then commonly thought part of the issue)
Only a small portion of doctors are aware of pain reprocessing therapy and TMS but all of them know that there is a psychological aspect of chronic pain. Don’t miss out on your chance to be cured because you think this is too far fetched. Chronic pain sufferers should be extremely opened minded.
I've seen firsthand that these exercises work. I can do somatic tracking and literally make my headache go away all with the power of my mind.
This is the link to the app https://www.curablehealth.com/?gclid=CjwKCAiAprGRBhBgEiwANJEY7BbhXki4bGuYy9QIGVG20uW22-mnf-FtAmLzsGc1bNycNDurslWbXhoCYiMQAvD_BwE. The app is a bit costly now (due to popularity because of its legitimacy) but knowing what I know now I would have paid 5k for it.
You can also supplement the app with a TMS therapist that can help you determine if you do have TMS, give you advice and guide you through it. You can find a list of all the TMS therapists on the TMS Wikipedia page. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TMS
If you're not convinced listen to the “tell me about your pain” podcast or read the books “ unlearn your pain” by Dr. Howard Schubiner, “the way out” by Alan Gordan or any of John Sarno’s books. Look up everything related to them.

1. See a physical therapist. (Not a chiropractor!)

It's possible that your bad posture, weak neck/back muscles are causing your headaches.

1. Massage: The physical therapist will help you loosen the tight muscles through stretching and massage.
2. Strengthening exercises: He will also have you do strengthening exercises for your posture, back and neck.
3. Dry needling: some PT’s are licensed to stimulate your muscles which can loosen them.
4. Biofeedback: Your PT should be able to do biofeedback with you. This is a device that hooks up to your body and alerts you when you are subconsciously tensing up. This will help you learn to stop tensing all your muscles which may be causing your headaches.

Even if your muscles aren’t causing your headaches, seeing a physical therapist can make you feel safe or have a placebo effect and turn off the fear response I mention later in the TMS section.
It's also possible that you might have TMJ/TMD (mentioned later) and the PT will also give you exercises, massages and stretches for that.

1. Acupuncture. I was extremely skeptical of acupuncture and believed it to be a placebo but surprisingly it worked. It was even better then physical therapy. Either it’s not a placebo or placebos still work when you know it’s a placebo? I was later told acupuncture was shown to be a placebo because they measured how it work’s incorrectly. I believe they found that it’s not just working the muscle but actually rewiring the brain somehow. I guess I believe in it now and it does seem unlikely a placebo could last 1000’s of years.
   
2. Rule out all medical causes.
   
3. MRI: Get an MRI done to rule out any brain tumors or other problems of the brain.
   
4. Get checked for TMJ/TMD. This is a jaw issue that's caused by defective Temporomandibular joints. I was personally diagnosed with this through X rays and other imaging. I did not have many symptoms of this, but I got checked anyway and sure enough I had it. Most people have physical problems that don’t cause pain and does not mean you found the cause. (My TMJ was not causing my headaches) You will be prescribed physical therapy for your jaw along with wearing a special mouth guard orthotic that will take pressure off your jaw and realign it while giving it a chance to heal. You will wear it a certain number of hours of the day, depending on how bad a case of TMJ you have.
   
5. See an ENT specialist for reoccurring sinus infections if you have those symptoms. Which can cause headaches. Apparently earwax buildup from using a-tips can also cause headaches.
   
6. Allergies: get yourself allergy checked as certain allergies, such as being gluten intolerant can cause 24/7 headaches, or just headaches after you eat or exposed to the irritant.
   
7. Sleep apnea: Sleep apnea has been known to cause 24/7 headaches. A sleep study could be beneficial to rule this out. Surprisingly a lot of people don’t even know they have it.
   
8. Get blood work done: A vitamin deficiency or other irregularity in your body could be a factor.
   
9. Get your eyes checked: eye strain or other eye dysfunctions could potentially be causing your headaches and is something you could easily rule out.
   
10. Check for a CSF leak: You could have a CSF leak or high intracranial hypertension. You can find out by getting a spinal tap. If you do in fact have one of these things, then that will drastically change how you're treated for headaches. As far as any medical diagnosis that could be causing your headaches, I think this would be the most likely. And is worth at least getting checked out.
    
11. Do Pain reprocessing therapy, look into Tension myositis syndrome (tms), and download the curable app. (IGNORE AT YOUR OWN RISK)
    

TMS is a Mindbody syndrome that keeps your brain in the fight or flight response and traps your brain in a chronic pain cycle.
This is most likely what is causing your chronic headaches and should not be overlooked.
You have to realize that there is most likely nothing structurally/medically wrong with you and its most likely your brain (overactive amygdala) causing this. The godfathers of TMS therapy, such as Dr. Howard Schubiner, Dr. Alan Gordan have estimated through studies that physical causes are not causing chronic pain in 80% of the time.
The good news is that you can rewire your brain and turn off the fear response. This can be done through somatic tracking, brain rewiring exercises, journaling and meditation.
In the following experiment 66% of the participants were “cured or almost cured” in ONLY 4 WEEKS (others improved but not significantly) so just imagine what a year of this therapy could do!
https://www.colorado.edu/today/2021/09/29/how-therapy-not-pills-can-nix-chronic-pain-and-change-brain
This study took participants with at least 4/10 pain and have been suffering for at least a year.
They also theorize that even if you find a physical deformity (bulging or herniated discs in this case) that it’s still most likely not what’s causing your pain. I cant remember the exact numbers but it was something like 90% of Americans have some kind of back issue yet only 20% experience chronic pain.
It’s widely shown that physical treatments don’t work for most to all chronic pain. Hence the opioid crisis. Thinking it’s just a bunch of addicts trying to get high is a gross misinterpretation of the issue. (Although that is also a significant but much smaller then commonly thought part of the issue)
Only a small portion of doctors are aware of pain reprocessing therapy and TMS but all of them know that there is a psychological aspect of chronic pain. Don’t miss out on your chance to be cured because you think this is too far fetched. Chronic pain sufferers should be extremely opened minded.
I've seen firsthand that these exercises work. I can do somatic tracking and literally make my headache go away all with the power of my mind.
This is the link to the app https://www.curablehealth.com/?gclid=CjwKCAiAprGRBhBgEiwANJEY7BbhXki4bGuYy9QIGVG20uW22-mnf-FtAmLzsGc1bNycNDurslWbXhoCYiMQAvD_BwE. The app is a bit costly now (due to popularity because of its legitimacy) but knowing what I know now I would have paid 5k for it.
You can also supplement the app with a TMS therapist that can help you determine if you do have TMS, give you advice and guide you through it. You can find a list of all the TMS therapists on the TMS Wikipedia page. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TMS
If you're not convinced listen to the “tell me about your pain” podcast or read the books “ unlearn your pain” by Dr. Howard Schubiner, “the way out” by Alan Gordan or any of John Sarno’s books. Look up everything related to them.

New idea: Drag Queen Pistol (or Rifle, or Shotgun, etc.) Hour

• So many of the brainwashed Conservatives right now are up in arms about drag queen story hour at their child's schools or local libraries. "You're grooming the children!" Ok, then let the drag queens do fun activities at the gun range: there are no children* allowed there, problem solved!
  
  • *Some states do allow you to get your FOID as young as 15, to my knowledge.
• One of the big Conservative talking points about gun ownership is "the damn liberals don't understand, I use my gun for personal protection! There are bad guys out there, but not all of us are. We encourage safe gun ownership for the purposes of personal protection." Fantastic, then that means you won't mind when a group of marginalized LGBT+ people who are under very real threat of physical violence every day decides that they would also like to arm themselves. After all, if you can use it for personal protection, why can't they?
  
• Piggybacking off the last point, more LGBT+ people and allies should start carrying personal protection. As much as we want to aim for a world where we don't have to live in fear, it is also important to be pragmatic as well. The police are their own brand of unhelpful, so as many of the fundies like to say, "Jesus helps those who help themselves." But simply carrying is not enough, regular training and education on proper firearms handling is key to ensure that any user is prepared in the emergency that they ever need to use it. The goal is creating a safe space where LGBT+ people feel that they can come in for one hour to train and be surrounded by other people who understand their world.
  
• If you are anti-gun, you've probably been extremely frustrated that our country has gotten next to nowhere in terms of comprehensive gun reform thanks to the lobbying efforts of the NRA nad other gun rights groups----and why would they? Look whose hands the guns are in: the Proud Boys are the ones that voted these people in and keep their pockets lined. But if suddenly, a bunch of "undesirables" starts coming into their sacred spaces and playing with the special toys only meant for them, how much do you want a bet that now suddenly it becomes important to pass legislation?
  
• On my final and less cynical note - my other points come from a place of aggravation and hostility, but that doesn't mean this plan would solely be adversarial. Of course the two most polarized ends of the spectrum will likely never come together, but IRL, I think showing interest in a hobby could serve as a bridge to acceptance. John Doe that shoots pistols on the weekends has only ever seen gay people on TV, but that doesn't mean he's already formed a negative opinion on them. Perhaps seeing the scary crossdressing boogeyman right in front of him, laughing in a wig while struggling to hit on target at 10 yards, will make him realize that this is just another human being that doesn't deserve to be treated cruelly just because they enjoy clothes in a non-conforming way.
  

I would love to get other people's opinions on this, and if it gains any traction, I'd want to look more into how to start events like these.

1. See a physical therapist. (Not a chiropractor!)

It's possible that your bad posture, weak neck/back muscles are causing your headaches.

1. Massage: The physical therapist will help you loosen the tight muscles through stretching and massage.
2. Strengthening exercises: He will also have you do strengthening exercises for your posture, back and neck.
3. Dry needling: some PT’s are licensed to stimulate your muscles which can loosen them.
4. Biofeedback: Your PT should be able to do biofeedback with you. This is a device that hooks up to your body and alerts you when you are subconsciously tensing up. This will help you learn to stop tensing all your muscles which may be causing your headaches.

Even if your muscles aren’t causing your headaches, seeing a physical therapist can make you feel safe or have a placebo effect and turn off the fear response I mention later in the TMS section.
It's also possible that you might have TMJ/TMD (mentioned later) and the PT will also give you exercises, massages and stretches for that.

1. Acupuncture. I was extremely skeptical of acupuncture and believed it to be a placebo but surprisingly it worked. It was even better then physical therapy. Either it’s not a placebo or placebos still work when you know it’s a placebo? I was later told acupuncture was shown to be a placebo because they measured how it work’s incorrectly. I believe they found that it’s not just working the muscle but actually rewiring the brain somehow. I guess I believe in it now and it does seem unlikely a placebo could last 1000’s of years.
   
2. Rule out all medical causes.
   
3. MRI: Get an MRI done to rule out any brain tumors or other problems of the brain.
   
4. Get checked for TMJ/TMD. This is a jaw issue that's caused by defective Temporomandibular joints. I was personally diagnosed with this through X rays and other imaging. I did not have many symptoms of this, but I got checked anyway and sure enough I had it. Most people have physical problems that don’t cause pain and does not mean you found the cause. (My TMJ was not causing my headaches) You will be prescribed physical therapy for your jaw along with wearing a special mouth guard orthotic that will take pressure off your jaw and realign it while giving it a chance to heal. You will wear it a certain number of hours of the day, depending on how bad a case of TMJ you have.
   
5. See an ENT specialist for reoccurring sinus infections if you have those symptoms. Which can cause headaches. Apparently earwax buildup from using a-tips can also cause headaches.
   
6. Allergies: get yourself allergy checked as certain allergies, such as being gluten intolerant can cause 24/7 headaches, or just headaches after you eat or exposed to the irritant.
   
7. Sleep apnea: Sleep apnea has been known to cause 24/7 headaches. A sleep study could be beneficial to rule this out. Surprisingly a lot of people don’t even know they have it.
   
8. Get blood work done: A vitamin deficiency or other irregularity in your body could be a factor.
   
9. Get your eyes checked: eye strain or other eye dysfunctions could potentially be causing your headaches and is something you could easily rule out.
   
10. Check for a CSF leak: You could have a CSF leak or high intracranial hypertension. You can find out by getting a spinal tap. If you do in fact have one of these things, then that will drastically change how you're treated for headaches. As far as any medical diagnosis that could be causing your headaches, I think this would be the most likely. And is worth at least getting checked out.
    
11. Do Pain reprocessing therapy, look into Tension myositis syndrome (tms), and download the curable app. (IGNORE AT YOUR OWN RISK)
    

TMS is a Mindbody syndrome that keeps your brain in the fight or flight response and traps your brain in a chronic pain cycle.
This is most likely what is causing your chronic headaches and should not be overlooked.
You have to realize that there is most likely nothing structurally/medically wrong with you and its most likely your brain (overactive amygdala) causing this. The godfathers of TMS therapy, such as Dr. Howard Schubiner, Dr. Alan Gordan have estimated through studies that physical causes are not causing chronic pain in 80% of the time.
The good news is that you can rewire your brain and turn off the fear response. This can be done through somatic tracking, brain rewiring exercises, journaling and meditation.
In the following experiment 66% of the participants were “cured or almost cured” in ONLY 4 WEEKS (others improved but not significantly) so just imagine what a year of this therapy could do!
https://www.colorado.edu/today/2021/09/29/how-therapy-not-pills-can-nix-chronic-pain-and-change-brain
This study took participants with at least 4/10 pain and have been suffering for at least a year.
They also theorize that even if you find a physical deformity (bulging or herniated discs in this case) that it’s still most likely not what’s causing your pain. I cant remember the exact numbers but it was something like 90% of Americans have some kind of back issue yet only 20% experience chronic pain.
It’s widely shown that physical treatments don’t work for most to all chronic pain. Hence the opioid crisis. Thinking it’s just a bunch of addicts trying to get high is a gross misinterpretation of the issue. (Although that is also a significant but much smaller then commonly thought part of the issue)
Only a small portion of doctors are aware of pain reprocessing therapy and TMS but all of them know that there is a psychological aspect of chronic pain. Don’t miss out on your chance to be cured because you think this is too far fetched. Chronic pain sufferers should be extremely opened minded.
I've seen firsthand that these exercises work. I can do somatic tracking and literally make my headache go away all with the power of my mind.
This is the link to the app https://www.curablehealth.com/?gclid=CjwKCAiAprGRBhBgEiwANJEY7BbhXki4bGuYy9QIGVG20uW22-mnf-FtAmLzsGc1bNycNDurslWbXhoCYiMQAvD_BwE. The app is a bit costly now (due to popularity because of its legitimacy) but knowing what I know now I would have paid 5k for it.
You can also supplement the app with a TMS therapist that can help you determine if you do have TMS, give you advice and guide you through it. You can find a list of all the TMS therapists on the TMS Wikipedia page. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TMS
If you're not convinced listen to the “tell me about your pain” podcast or read the books “ unlearn your pain” by Dr. Howard Schubiner, “the way out” by Alan Gordan or any of John Sarno’s books. Look up everything related to them.

Halloween night in 1993 at the Viper Room in LA... or what I like to call, "the night Hollywood died."
You basically have a who's who of early 90s punk/grunge/drug scene at this place. Johnny Depp, River Phoenix, Jaoquin Phoenix, Samantha Mathis, Flea, John Frusciante, Bob Forrest, Butthole Surfers, Anthrax, and more. A lot going on.
So the story goes... River didn't even want to go to Viper that night, but his gf and friends got him to come out. It was possibly on a verbal invite from Flea telling River that he could probably jam onstage that night that got him to decide to come out.
By all accounts. John Frusciante was an absolute shit show that night, even upon arrival. High as a kite... puke on his clothes. He too was told he could play onstage that night. Granted, he walked out on the Chili Peppers a year prior, and Flea was present. Had to be weird.
So the accusation is that John mixed up a bunch of drugs in a drink and slid it to the pissed off River after he was told he could not play anymore after John even got a few minutes and basically puked on the mic... and River drank it down, immediately exclaiming wtf was that. and the rest is history.
That's where it gets funny. Stories do not line up from live witnesses. John was with River and everyone as they awaited the ambulance (why would he stick around if he had bad intentions OR if anyone around felt the same way). Also, River had an undeniable problem with hard drugs at that point in his life.
Anyway, John really had nothing going for his life at this point. He was in there 3/4 a dead man anyway, 2 more lines away from death himself. River was the golden boy, sitting in the corner with his loved ones. John and River were good buds. They had recorded a few songs together, still can find those online today.
I feel like someone in the club made that drink, if we want to go with that story. Someone who was not John. By all accounts, that was a waste of drugs, a literal kill cocktail with no opportunity to even let the narcotics enter the consumer's system as intended. By most accounts, any shit head addict wouldn't do that to a stash.
There is an odd story of "someone else" being at the club that night, with a shit ton of drugs in the bathroom. I think this figure gets ID'd as John too often, if it was a real person. I think there were bunches of ppl doing drugs in the bathroom, but when we know John walked in puking, prob did some bathroom drugs, and walked out puking.. theres not a whole lot of drug usage and facilitation time there.
So... someone wants John gone. The lowest person in the damn club. And one of the richest. The shot gets to him and his head is in the 4th dimension, where he loves to live anyway, and holds the cup... figures its got good stuff depending what was said to him... but knowing he doesnt want it... slides it to the person next to him. His buddy, Riv. And of course since he was fucked up, he really didn;t realize either. But, after River fell... he did. That's why John went into hiding and really into a personal hell for the next 5 years. He knew something happened. I think it haunts him every day, sadly. We all loved River. I think.

July, 2020.
Ever since my colleagues and I became unwilling test subjects in my psychotic professor’s experiments into awakening the supernatural, we have had multiple people trying to hunt us down. Whether they were renowned scientists desperate for the serum for themselves or random people obsessed with cutting us open and seeing how we ticked, these assholes didn’t care that we were human beings, that we were ex researchers ourselves.
They wanted us dead or alive, in pieces, or splattered across concrete. As long as they got that precious serum dripping from our frontal lobe, they didn’t give a fuck. There were varieties of hunters. Some of them tried to play nice with their own nefarious agenda, while others were completely fucking insane. Like the ones who saw us as a mistake; a curse sent from god to end humanity as we know it.
Yeah. They thought we were the next coming of the Antichrist.
Have you ever been stripped completely naked and forced to bathe in salt water for three days without food and water?
That is when I lost my will to fight.
I still remember the sensation of flames licking at my feet, rope wrapped around my wrists pinning me to a tree. They wanted me to admit I was a monster. That I was a curse from the devil and belonged in hellfire. I’ll spend this post elaborating on what exactly our professor did to us, and the burden forced onto our backs—but I will say it saved us at points. For example, the freaks who tried to cleanse us in salt water (and then burn us under a full moon) got their comeuppance. 2020 is probably a year in your lives which didn’t feel real.
You were locked inside and you probably compared what was happening to a movie. We had a similar problem. But while you were struggling through lockdown, trying to fight a wave spreading globally, we found ourselves with bounty’s on our heads. Because we were no longer human to these bastards, and to them? Anything went. Which was bad news for our professor who had fought to keep his research as private as possible, choosing to show only a select group with shiny money bags for eyes. It turns out, no matter how much you think you’re hiding something, it will always be leaked. And people will find out.
Bad people.
The kinds of people in all of my favorite movies as a kid. You know, the evil trigger-happy British guy obsessed with finding buried treasure? Him. But tenfold. I might have felt special about the multi-billion price-tag on me, but knowing all they wanted me for was to dissect and slice me apart like meat to the slaughter—yeah. I can’t say I was thrilled to have so many people after our little group. 2020 was the year when people stopped being human. Stopped trying to be human. All morality down the drain.
Of these certain groups trying to capture us, there was a specific one which I will always remember. Seth’s gang. I’ll remember them because it was the first time I realised my colleagues and I weren’t human anymore, and maybe the freaks trying to label us as The Devil’s Children were right. There were a lot of people after us, as I said. But Seth and his gang, however, just wanted us for the sake of gloating. After hearing of our professor’s experiments, these guys decided they didn’t want the serum, or the research.
They just wanted us. For what, I still don’t know. They weren’t scientists, or in the medical field. They definitely weren’t at the auction, I would have seen them. I’m pretty sure these were just ordinary guys seeing us as nothing but trophies to parade around. I don’t think they knew the significance of the serum, or the danger of it. They saw something shiny and thought to hell with it. Which, I guess looking back, was why we were always two steps ahead despite having 9mm Glock’s shoved in our faces. The hotel room we were being held in was a step up from the cage I had been trapped inside in the lab for the last several months.
It actually had air-con.
Sitting blindfolded on the edge of a queen sized bed wearing the same clothes which were practically glued to my flesh, the graze of cool air brushing the back of my neck and relieving blistering skin was euphoric. I hadn’t had a proper shower in weeks. Maybe months.
It was the first time in a long while I actually felt human. Even when my wrists were pinned behind my back, a slab of ductape suffocating my mouth and nose. Now, I wasn’t completely sure, but I wondered if there was a duct tape shortage on the island. After being kidnapped and held in multiple places, I had never been gagged with duct tape. It was always filthy clothing fashioned into a makeshift gag, or ties and shoelaces. I will never forget some asshole stuffing a pair of panties in my mouth.
Seth’s gang were the first to actually have duct tape and proper blindfolds. I sensed the front-man’s footsteps as he paced in front of us. Despite being blindfolded, I knew he had a gun tucked into his belt, a dagger strapped to his ankle, and a grenade for emergencies. I wasn’t sure what emergencies would justify blowing up a fancy hotel room. Next to me, Riss was practically vibrating with fury. She knew not to act on her fear, because when we did, bad shit happened.
But Riss was a different breed. She didn’t listen to me when we were human, and definitely didn’t listen to me when we were freakish experiments contorted into something resembling a human. No matter how many times I nudged her with reassurance, she inched away from me like I had the plague. “Project Mildew, huh?” The front-man had one hell of an aussie accent. Without my sight, the rest of my senses were expanding, igniting.
Smell. I could smell the stink of myself, body odour and filth caked into my skin. Taste. There was copper in my throat and coating my teeth and tongue. Every step the man made, I felt it prickling in my bones. I sensed him crouching in front of Kaian, who thankfully didn’t move. I was waiting for him to. If I concentrated, I could feel the air crackling with electricity, the hairs on the back of my neck and arms standing up. Just being shoulder to shoulder with my colleague allowed me to feel exactly what he was feeling.
And like Riss, the guy was dangerously close to blowing a fuse. Kaian wasn’t stupid though. If we did something, he knew the consequences of that something. And none of us wanted that. So, staying quiet and submissive it was.
“Alex Quincy’s diamonds!” The front-man flicked me in the forehead, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to avoid going into sensory overload. He continued in a sing-song voice, his steps becoming playful, like he was dancing. Every so often I sensed his fingers wrapping around his 9mm. Maybe he wasn’t as stupid as I initially thought. “Project Mildew.” He repeated. “You looked better on camera.”
Riss scoffed under her gag. I don’t think this asshole understood that on camera we were still human. It’s not like I was planning on going to a fashion show, but the shorts and t-shirt combo I had been wearing for weeks were comfortable.
Another step. Holding my breath, I gripped the ropes entangling my wrists and prayed they were physical enough to be an anchor.
“The testers who became the tested!” He continued. “Ohhh, man. I’ve heard about you. You’re famous here. Professor Quincy’s human lab rats! And successful ones too! You’ve got a lot of eyes on ya, ain’t cha? Too bad we gotcha first. Yeah, that’s right. We got here first.”
The guy laughed, and I felt both Riss and Kaian start to tremble. Fuck. Not now. I had to keep them at bay, even when my methods weren’t exactly stellar. I had to keep them from plunging. The rope around my wrists wasn’t too tight, and I knew I’d be able to get out of it easily. But that would require strength and energy which was for sure a trigger. There were a lot of triggers. Anger and pain. Sometimes even happiness.
It turned out basic human emotions was what this thing thrived off, so to avoid us going nuclear I had to stay stoic. No matter how much I wanted to tear off this asshole’s face, I had to keep myself together. It only took one slip up before things got really fucking brutal, really fucking fast. I wasn’t surprised my colleagues were losing control. Seth was quite the character, almost like a cartoon villain.
“Damn. I’ve been looking for guard dogs, but I think we’ve found something better, aye.” His palmy fingers wandered where they shouldn’t have, grazing over my left breast and delving under my shirt, causing my body to seize up, and then relaxing slightly when he pulled off my blindfold.
Blinking rapidly, I found myself eye-to-eye with the guy who had snatched us from the lab and thrown us into the back of his truck. I only got glimpses of him during our kidnapping, thanks to the ski-mask covering his face. Now I was looking at a man who was maybe in his early thirties with a balding head and a vicious cartoon smile twisted with mania. His eyes glinted when I found myself shuffling back, my gaze flashing to the Glock strapped to his side. Seth pulled off the other’s blindfolds.
“Now, I don’t want any funny business, alright? I watched that conference, and I know what you can do.” He stuck the barrel of his 9mm into my right temple, and next to me, Kaian ducked his head. “I’m watching you sweetheart.” Seth’s smile widened into a sickening grin. “If you start any weird shit, I’ll blow your brains out.”
I did my best to nod, and he ripped the tape off of our mouths too.
“Alright!” Seth straightened up, eyeing us like we were hunks of meat. “Nice to meet cha! I’ll be looking after you guys from now on.”
“Looking after us?” I spoke up, my voice gravelly. “You mean you’ll be cutting into us and selling our brains on the black market.”
Seth laughed like a fucking hyena. “What?” He scratched the back of his head with his gun. “Nah, that’s fucked up. We just want dogs.”
The man’s smile dampened, however, when his gaze settled on Kaian. Gesturing to my colleague with his gun, he scowled. “What’s wrong with him? Did Quincy rip out the guy’s tongue?” Before I could answer, Seth crouched in front of Kaian with narrowed eyes. “You all spoke at the conference,” he murmured. “Sure, your professor forced you, but you introduced yourselves. All of you did, even your fourth."
His smile curled. "All except him."
Fuck.
A shiver ripped its way down my spine when Seth shot out a finger and pointed at my colleague, and my mouth started to dry up.
Kaian was perfectly reading his lips, every word curled under his tongue, his eyes flicking back and forth to drink in each one, and each word brought more heat, brought more goosebumps pricking on my arms and legs. Kaian’s body pressed against mine was overheating.
I could feel the sensation coming over my body, like a wave of pressure. Riss made a squeaking noise, and I concentrated on Seth—who didn’t seem to notice it. I’ve come to realise, whether you are a human, an animal, or a badly fucked up experiment created in a lab, it doesn’t matter what you are capable of. If you initially appear weak and powerless, the stronger will single you out. Seth was enjoying himself so much he didn’t realise the skin in his cheeks start to crack from all the moisture being sucked from the air. Kaian didn’t move or speak, and that seemed to thrill him even more.
“Speak.” Seth snarled, leaning closer until he was inches from my colleagues face.
“Speak!”
“He’s deaf.” I gritted out.
Seth’s eyes darkened. “Deaf, huh? He better be worth it.” Kaian didn’t flinch when the man grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back. He was completely stoic, like a puppet severed from his strings, allowing the asshole to stick his Glock between his eyes. I noticed the air move slightly around us, blurring and then coming together. It was a blink and you’ll miss it moment, and I had spent months being taught how to notice it. “Three and a half million dollars each, hmm?” Seth said in a breath, dragging the butt of his gun down my colleagues face, grazing it across the flesh of his neck. “I don’t remember paying for a fucking mute. You can learn to talk, kid."
Again, Kaian didn’t even acknowledge the man, and that infuriated him even more. “Hey!” Seth grabbed his jaw, forcing Kaian to look at him. “Are you fucking listening to me? Open your mouth. You either speak or you die. Like I said, I didn’t pay half a million each for a mute.”
Riss must have noticed the significant change in the air and temperature. Between the two of us, it was our job to stop Kaian from plunging.
“You didn’t spend shit on us.” She spoke up with a hiss. Riss was already panicked, and that wasn’t good. “You took us from the lab while everyone else was at the auction because you couldn’t afford us. Which makes me wonder how you afforded this fancy five star hotel."
I had to swallow a yell. I wanted her to stall, not give the guy a reason to start going trigger-happy.
Seth’s narrowed eyes found Riss’s. “Your professor and I had an agreement, sweetheart,” he said. "How 'bout I blow your brains out, huh? Since you like speaking out of turn. And I don’t like my doggies speaking out of turn.”
As Seth moved closer to her, I sensed Riss freaking out. It was too early for her to start the plunge, but she was the most unpredictable out of the four of us. Just like when she was human, her emotions were all over the place. Still though, she maintained a scowl and refused to move when Seth was practically eye to eye with her, hot breath grazing her cheeks. The man prodded her in her right temple. “I bet you’re filled to the brim with all that fancy ass Quincy serum." He dragged his filthy finger down her cheek, and she squeaked. “I’m pretty sure I can just crack you open and take it for myself.”
“Then…” Riss swallowed, choking on her words. I nudged her again, this time enough to shake the bed. But she wasn’t looking at me, her eyes starting to lose vacancy. Next to me, I knew the same thing was happening to Kaian.
But I wouldn’t look at him yet. If I did, I would lose it myself. “Then you’ll be losing valuable cargo.” I was surprised when her lips broke out into an equally psychotic grin. I had no doubt the plunge was taking hold of her. She leaned back almost casually, and the air seemed to move around her, seeping into her skin and taking an unyielding hold. "Considering the crazy lengths you took to capture all of us, I doubt you want that. You're all bark with no bite, asshole."
“Riss.” I said through my teeth, at the exact same time as the air-con behind us blew a fuse and crashed to the ground. “Shut up.”
The plunge started slow, but even when it was barely a prickle in the air it was already beginning its slow purging of every particle.
I watched a mosquito that had been in mid-flight towards the fancy looking lamp on the nightstand bleed into invisible folds of energy which were becoming progressively more visible to the naked eye the more my friends plunged. I could see it perfectly. Like the world around us was beginning to splinter apart. Ignoring Riss, who could stand up for herself, Seth’s attention went back to Kaian, who couldn’t. Or at least that was his façade. Kaian had been labelled the most dangerous out of all of Quincy’s experiments. But it wasn’t just because of the plunge.
“I’m talking to you!” Seth prodded my colleague’s chest, and a wave of heat slammed into me, stealing my breath away. I watched, knowing it was all going to be over in matter of seconds. The front-man grabbed my colleague by the collar of his shirt and yanked him violently to his feet. “You’ve got two seconds to speak,” He spat, before slamming the butt of his gun into Kaian’s head. “Speak, or I give you a frontal lobotomy.” Seth continued in seething breaths, and got closer and closer, failing to notice he was already losing. But so were we.
His lips split into a grin. “Speak, or I start asking questions. Like why I bought four of you— and there are three of you.” He poked the metal prongs sticking from Kaian’s head. I liked to call them horns to make them sound cooler. But in reality, they were agonising when I was human—two pieces of metal drilled directly into the top of my skull. They had been a part of me for a while, but I wasn’t going to forget how they had been forcefully inserted into my skull. While I screamed. “Three. Little. Freaks.” Seth’s lips were practically kissing my colleague's temple.
He prodded the metal horns, and Kaian’s lip twitched. “Without their fourth.”
That struck a chord in both of them—and I knew if I didn’t do something, like right then, a fate worse than death awaited all of us.
"Leave him alone.” I found my voice tangled in my throat. But I could barely bring myself to speak. I felt like I was being fucking suffocated by two separate energy’s around me slowly but surely ripping atoms apart. In the corner of my eye, things were starting to melt into the ground, disappearing completely. The carpet in the room was suddenly singed black, and the wave continued, slicing off the tips of my hair I had only just managed to grow back. “He can’t hear you, asshole.” I said through lingering breaths. “Professor Quincy said he was deaf.”
"Deaf?” Seth let out a belly laugh. “He's my new guard dog and he's expected to fucking bark.” His lip curled,” Now. Speak.”
A second went by.
Then another.
Absent-mindedly, I licked the taste of rusty coins from the corner of my lip.
“I said speak!” Seth slammed the butt of his gun into my colleagues face again, but this time his words broke apart in his throat. I sensed every individual letter shattering into pieces when his body was flung back by an invisible force. I knew that invisible force. I knew the phantom fingers wrapping around his throat and slamming the man into the wall until he was screaming, begging, his feet hovering several feet from the ground. Kaian didn’t even have to pull apart his restraints.
Riss was already screaming, turning to my colleague. Her hands were free, and she was signing desperately. Don’t. Her eyes were wide, lips twisted. Because she knew exactly what would follow. Seth, somehow, managed a spluttered laugh between broken teeth like tiny yellow chicklets sticking from his mouth. “Oh, you don’t like that do you?” More brilliant red spurted like a fountain, and yet the asshole kept laughing. “Look at you! Quincy didn’t hold back on you did he?”
I’m not saying my colleague enjoyed crushing Seth’s windpipe without even lifting a finger—but that is exactly what I am saying.
With a simple incline of Kaian’s head, the front-man was rupturing from the inside, choking on organs erupting into his throat.
And like it thrilled him, the idea of death, the idea of dying at the hands of a supernatural force, Seth continued to roar with laughter.
My colleague was pressing pressure points which shouldn’t be pressed. Especially pressure points in a genetically fucked up man whose trauma had turned him into the wildcard of our group. The amount of shit we had all gone through inside Quincy’s lab was enough to send us into insanity. Except my colleague, according to Quincy, hadn’t responded correctly at the beginning. And being a researcher myself with rabbits before I became a lab rat, I knew the only way to get results was to cause pain.
I never initiated that pain in the rabbits, but I was an enabler. I watched my professor torture these subjects to make sure they were prepped and ready for the serum. Maybe our karma was that the exact same happened to us. But to Kaian, it was on a much larger scale. I was never briefed on what exactly happened to him during the months from March to June. Though it was obvious he had had it the worst. I didn’t know why. I didn’t understand why his brain was different, or maybe he was more resilient. He had been better at fighting it.
Kaian hated two things. Being kidnapped and said kidnappers mentioning our fourth member. And it was those things which made him plunge. Which made him lose all sense of humanity and morality and emotion, essentially turning him into a mindless beast. That was one half of the plunge. “Do you want me to say his name?” Seth coughed up spattered scarlet, and I could already see what was happening to him. Kaian had done enough damage externally. Internally, however? That was another story.
Internally, I sensed every organ starting to peel apart and splinter, bursting into nothing. It started with pressure on his heart which was slow and dragged so he felt everything. Then the brain began to expand. When blood ran in sharp rivulets from every orifice, and Seth screamed, howling like an animal, I looked away, just in time for the rest of the man’s body to pop like a balloon, and a chunk of his skull to land right in front of me. Riss started screaming, and I was half aware of a slight taint of warm blood like paint splattering the side of my face.
When I twisted back to look at him, his body was still hovering without a head, a skeletal hand lifting and waving at us.
Riss dropped to her knees, her head in her hands, trembling, and I followed her, trying to get some semblance of control.
“It’s been a week.” Riss whispered, sobbing, swiping at her eyes with bloody hands, making them worse. “Oh god, what if… what if I was right? What if we’re too late? I knew this was… this was a bad idea. But nobody listens to Riss. I knew he wouldn’t come. Fuck. I knew it.”
“Calm down.” I said. “Concentrate on happy birthday, okay? Do you want me to sing it with you?”
Riss spluttered. “We’re going to dieeee,” she sang. “Can you feel it? I’m plunging, Wren. God, it feels so fucking good.”
She knocked her head into the wall with crazy eyes.
It took exactly half a second for our brains to decide whether we were going to fight it or give in to it.
“Hey. Riss.” I spoke in reassuring hisses, grasping her shoulders and forcing her to look at me. “Happy birthday.” I choked out. “Three times. It has to be three times.” When she didn’t respond, I shook her until her cloudy found mine. Riss was plunging. Like Kaian. The blood vessels in her eyes had popped, her lips cracking apart. If I concentrated, I could see her bare knees starting to melt into air, wisps of her hair starting to disintegrate. “Do it, now!”
I shrieked when Kaian finally let go of the man’s body, and it hit the ground in front of us like a bad joke. “Happy birthday.” I said the mantra over and over again, shaking my colleague until she was responding. “Three times, Riss. Right now.” When she shook her head, screeching, I grabbed her hands and entangled her fingers with mine. “I’ll start, okay? And you follow me.”
To my surprise, Riss nodded—and for the fraction of a second, my colleague, or what was left of her, stopped bleeding into visible particles which were now around us, like a glistening wave of ocean water enveloping us. “Happy birthday to you…” I whispered, squeezing her hands tighter, relieved when she repeated the verse. When I was sure Riss was anchoring herself, I turned to Kaian who was sitting cross legged in front of the mutilated body.
My gaze went to the door. It would only be matter of time before Seth’s goons figured out something was wrong, and the last thing I wanted was them to walk in mid-plunge. “Happy birthday to…” I continued, allowing Riss to fill in a name—before focusing on my other colleague. I’m not exaggerating when I say Kaian was covered head to toe in blood, like it was his canvas, like he belonged in it. It was too late for him. I could already see that in his vacant and foggy eyes and playful smile that he had accepted the plunge.
Willingly.
“Gross.” Kaian signed, pulling a face. He turned his nose up at mutilated flesh and bone, and I had a hard time looking him in the eye.
I exhaled out a breath.
“Kaian.” I spoke and signed calmly, but my skin was prickling and scalding. I could feel the flesh on the backs of my hands peeling off. “Happy birthday.” I made sure to emphasize every word clearly, even when I knew he could read every word from my mouth without even trying.
He started to shake his head, and I glimpsed that panic, the trauma of the last several months starting to bloom behind his eyes.
“No, you have to do it.” I hissed out. “Look around you.” I signed. “If you don’t do it, we’re going to plunge.”
I was practically slamming my hands together with frustration, but he shook his head, his gaze going elsewhere.
“What if I…” He paused signing, his lip curling, “Like it?”
Do you know when you know something is wrong but you keep shoving it to the back of your head until you can’t ignore it anymore?
Yeah, this was one of those moments.
I loved Kaian. I loved him like a brother. But there was something about his face, the way he delved his fingers into startling red pooling on the carpet, that made me want to get as far away from him as possible. Swallowing hard, I shook away the thought and grabbed hold of his hand.
Once I did, the air around us wavered, and flesh on his cheeks started to flake. “Happy birthday…” Riss, who was sitting with what was left of her knees pressed to her chest, choked out a sob, “This isn’t working… Wren. This isn’t fucking working. I can’t.. I can’t fucking do this.” When she beat the floor with crumbling fists, the whole room jolted. The ground beneath us shook, and Kaian shot me a panicked look. Even plunging, he was still scared.
And I didn’t blame him.
After telling Riss to continue, I managed a smile and signed, “Earthquake.”
My colleague’s lips split into an unusual grin, and he mouthed the words, “Yeah right.”
With steely eyes, Kaian’s smile faded and for once he actually looked serious. “Jem.” He signed. “I don’t think he’s coming for us.”
Ignoring a conversation I really didn’t want to have, I focused on the body. “Check his pockets,” I signed back. “We don’t have much time.”
I pulled out a passport, some Indonesian currency, and an old plane ticket.
Checking his phone didn’t help. I was just reminded the boarders were still shut, and this asshole had a whole group chat gloating about his so-called guard dogs.
“Wren!”
When I lifted my head, Riss’s wild eyes were flickering around the room, drinking in parts of reality being sucked away.
Her mouth became lopsided, lips drooping like my colleague was having a stroke from the pressure building around her.
See, I describe this in a lot of detail like this lasted around five to minutes long. But no, all of this happened in the space of around two minutes. When footsteps sounded outside, and Kaian’s head snapped to the door, his eyes darkening, a sour paste crept up my throat.
Professor Quincy didn’t just take away our humanity. He twisted us into something resembling an animal inside a human body.
We spoke and acted and felt like humans. But once a stranger was nearby, or footsteps on territory we had unknowingly snatched as our own, we turned feral. I already knew Kaian was a whole new level of unpredictable and unhinged after what the experiments had done to his brain—but seeing what he was capable of even before the plunge, I froze.
The world was coming apart around me and I was plunging, but I couldn’t move. I watched him get to his feet, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. The footsteps were closing in on us getting louder and louder, and Kaian could sense every vibration. I could tell with the way his lips twitched, a whole new darkness clouding his eyes and stripping away what was left of his humanity. I had seconds.
There was no use in happy birthday
I remember jumping to my feet and diving on my colleagues back, bringing him to the floor like a lion would a deer. When the two of us hit the ground, I watched Riss rupture in front of me, her face glitching, becoming moving static, before her body followed. “Seth?” The voice caused Kaian to attempt to wrench out of my grasp, but I had a firm hold of him. The first three weeks of being inhuman, I was taught how to kill people. Kill my fellow subjects.
Apologising profusely into hair which smelled of blood and dirt and Quincy’s lab, I struggled to keep myself from plunging, knowing the room was already half gone, and I was going to get caught in it anyway. “I’m sorry. Fuck. I’ll make it up to you, okay? You should have sang happy fucking birthday, but you are so goddamn stubborn,” I sobbed with what I hoped was reassurance. I knew he and Riss and Jem would do exactly the same to me.
“So fucking stubborn.” I couldn’t help myself, nestling my face into his hair and heaving in breaths while my skin started to peel away.
“Just take a deep breath and close your eyes, okay?” I whispered into his flushed skin. “We’ll find him, Kaian. I promise you.”
He stopped struggling, and for a moment I thought my colleague was actually listening to me before the ceiling began to crack apart.
The ground rumbled again, and I lost my grip on the guy before forcing him onto his back and straddling his legs. Just when his free arm was flying out with intention to send me crashing into the back wall and ending all reality in that room, encompassing us, I snapped Kaian’s neck.
And with the last of my energy, I fucking screamed while my own flesh melted from my face while the plunge enveloped us both.
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March 2020.
It was on the 17th day of captivity inside a cell made of glass panes meant to keep in rabbits, when I met an unlikely visitor. There comes a time when giving up is better than screaming until you have lost all of the breath in your lungs, and your throat feels like sandpaper. I hadn’t eaten in days, and what was left of my meals, curry and mash potatoes, painted my cell walls—a real work of art if I concentrated and imagined carving shapes inside congealing potato and day-old curry.
So far, I had tests. I had tests which were an invasion of privacy which I will not expand upon. I had tests where my professor’s gloved fingers ran over my scalp and marked places where he was going to insert the same headset on the rabbits. He didn’t listen to my cries.
He didn’t tell me where my colleagues were. I was nothing to him. I was a subject stripped of my rights. So, I was doing the little I could to protest. Even if it was small, I was refusing to eat. I knew subjects had to eat to stay healthy—to get results. The piece of shit wasn’t going to get much further if I died of starvation after days of no eating. How sad. I was on my second day of refusing to eat, and my gut felt like it was folding in on itself. To combat this, I sat against clinical white walls with my knees pressed to my chest, and my head buried in my lap. I ignored the rumbling of my stomach and my aching joints, the weird squiggly lines in my vision when I bothered lifting my head.
It’s weird. In that cage, I was the coldest I’ve ever felt on an Indonesian island. I didn’t remember the temperature affecting the outcome of the rabbit subjects, but maybe it was different for humans. Still though, I had my solace. I imagined standing in glittering water, bioluminescent plankton washing over my bare toes. I imagined the full moon bathing the sky in warm light, and it was enough to make me feel safe— even so far from home. Far from normality. If I squeezed my eyes shut, and envisioned wading deeper into the shallows, until the water was lapping my thighs, I could calm myself and tell myself to breathe.
Then the water was at my waist, the panic subsiding. Neck deep, ice cold water filling my mouth and suffocating my nose. But if I thought past it, if I plunged myself into the deep, I could trick my brain into imagining that I was escaping, swimming across the wide expanse of ocean. All the way back home to my family.
I was brought out of my imagination when a scratching noise pulled me back to my senses, and I was back inside my cage.
Lifting my head, I searched for someone. But there was nobody there.
“Over here, genius.”
The voice startled me. It wasn’t quite a voice, more of an attempt. Though I could definitely make out the language bursting out. When my eyes swivelled, I found myself staring at a blur of white. I squinted.
No, not just a blur of white. It was Subject Fifteen. The rabbit which had stolen Jem’s heart, and possibly taken control of his mind.
For a moment I tried to blink myself awake, but no matter how many times I pinched myself, the rabbit was still there, pressing its tiny face against glass, and I can see blood staining its fur. Initially, I thought he was a hallucination until I blinked, and he was still very much there.
He was part of reality, lightly smushing its bloody mouth against glass panes. The sight of dark red tainting its fur twisted my gut, and I had a thought which suddenly wouldn’t leave me alone. If the serum did that to the rabbits, what exactly would it do to us? “Well.” Fifteen’s beady eyes found mine, and I swore its rabbit mouth twisted into a grin. It's voice mimicked both me and my colleagues, the perfect imitation of us. I could hear all of us, even the professor, in every curl of its words.
It wasn’t just intelligent, it was something else—something fucking monstrous. Which should have been put down.
No. It never should have been a subject at all.
I slowly crawled towards it and held my breath. I must have looked pretty fucking funny to Fifteen. I was the tester who had become the tested. The one who wore the lab-coat, to the rat forced into light blue scrub like clothes sticking to me. I can’t say I wasn’t curious, though. Baffled.
I was inches from a fucking talking rabbit, and the last time I checked rabbits weren't supposed to talk. Their mouths haven't evolved to form words. But somehow it was figuring out speech. Fifteen was learning fast. That terrified me. After several attempts at speech, it had almost fully mimicked a human’s expression. It cocked its head, and in Jem’s voice, asked,
“Well? How does it feel to be the one in the cage?"
“You’re not real.” I told the rabbit which sounded like Jem.
To my shock, it laughed, and its bloody mouth almost formed a snarl. “Are you sure about that?”
I crawled over to the screen, pressing my hands against glass. “How does…” I licked my lips. “How does what feel?”
The rabbit’s eyes followed me and I shuffled back, a sour paste creeping its way up my throat. “You were always my least favorite,” it murmured. Its nose twitched. “I think you humans call it karma—- and whether you believe in it or not, every action must have an equal reaction.” It moved closer, pressing its face against the glass. I noticed the fur around it’s mouth was stained red. “You drilled into my head, Wren. You hurt me day after day and hid behind a sense of morality that you were a good person because it was for the good of the human race.” Fifteen edged closer. “I wish I could feel sorry for you. I wish I could feel the sympathy you humans use as a pathetic fucking barrier. But aren’t you just… the cutest?”
The thing was mimicking my own words from the start of the experiments. I had pressed my face against the plastic cage, peering at Subject Fifteen, who was hiding in the corner. Quincy told me to turn off my humanity, but that didn’t stop me as seeing them as cute little fury bunnies. It never crossed my mind that Fifteen could hear exactly what we had been saying.
I thought back to a few months back when I had picked it up from its cage and nuzzled its fur. “Aww! Isn’t he just the cutest?”
Fifteen knew the exact moment I gave up, my hands slipping from the glass. It gestured to the band aid uncomfortably sticking to my scalp.
“Nice horns.”
“You have intelligence.” I whispered through a sob. I leaned closer. “Quincy. You need to tell me what he’s doing to the others.”
“You already know what he’s planning to do, Wren.” The rabbit chuckled, lifting a paw in a mocking wave. “Why are you asking me, hmm? What if I am in fact an illusion? You’re not eating. Your mind has been played with. Are you sure you are really speaking to a talking rabbit?”
It cocked its head. “How do you know I’m not Jem?”
“Or Riss.” It’s voice twisted into hers, and then the professor’s.
“I’m losing my mind.” I whispered, pinching the flesh on my bare thighs. “I’m losing my fucking mind.”
“Maybe.” It said, “or you’re witnessing the consequences of your actions. You did this to me if you remember. I told you to stop hurting me, but you didn’t hear me, Wren. You never heard me. Only him. And when I was strong enough, I made him force you to finally listen to me.”
Jem, I thought hysterically.
“You little—“ I slammed my hands into the glass, unable to resist a snarl when it turned to hop away. “Hey! Wait! What did you do to Jem?”
“I didn’t do anything,” the rabbit responded in a scoff. “Your professor, however… have you ever heard of teleportation?”
I stared at it blinking rapidly, until it laughed. “No, not that kind! I mean the new kind. I’m talking about what Quincy is trying to perfect.”
“What do you mean?”
“Think about it.” The rabbit’s nose twitched, “What you have been working on and researching—what if it was possible in humans?”
I shook my head. There was no way. If professor Quincy wanted to test on us, it would likely be psychokinesis which was possible in rabbits.
“That’s impossible.” I managed to grit out. “With rabbits it’s one thing, and it’s barely even stable! With humans… it’s...”
It’s barbaric.
The rabbits which went through that procedure and survived… their brains were drastically altered. They were never the same.
That’s what I wanted to say.
I trailed off at the thought of forcing a living and breathing human to shatter apart into atoms and forcefully moved from one place to another. I remembered Subject 12. The tiny little thing coming apart slowly, piece by piece, a mixture of fur, blood and bones filling its cage.
No way.
There was no way my psycho professor would attempt it in humans.
The rabbit hopped away. “Huh. Well, you’re dumber than I thought. I guess I’ll be going if you’re just going to look at me like that.”
When I thought it was going to leave me, the furry little shit twisted its head. “Do you want to know a secret?”
It hopped right over to the glass. “Come closer, and I’ll tell you. I want you to get really close so I can see how adorable you are.”
Too desperate to feel humiliated, I swallowed a shriek and pressed my ear to the glass.
“Jem was the first.” The rabbit started to say but was cut off by the speaker above me crackling, a familiar voice slicing into my ears.
“Good morning. I will be with you shortly. I would like you to raise your hands above your head. I will be administering a gas.”
At the corner of my eye, Fifteen was disappearing behind the corner, and I let out a frustrated hiss. “Professor Quincy.” I managed to force my voice into professional, despite the rabbits voice in my mind. Jem was the first to what? I hadn’t seen either of my colleagues in weeks— or heard from them. I swallowed hard. “Professor Quincy, Subject Fifteen is on the premises and is showing signs of heightened intelligence!”
The rabbit tskked. “And to think I was going to help you. Good luck with the experiments. I will have a front row seat.”
Before it left me in puddling static however, the rabbit didn’t hesitate to drop a bombshell which sent me crumpling to my knees.
“Oh, yeah! I forgot to say.” Subject Fifteen’s words slammed into me as I was choked once again with gas filling my mouth and nose.
“Jem was the first to die.” It said in a sing-song symphony of all of our voices, “And you don’t even know the best part!”

I am just going straight to the point.... I am planning to go to watch the new John Wick movie alone first but then One of my friend said that he will go with me....I am like That's good. Then I have got all planned it out.... I don't have that much money...My parents just ask me how much money I need I am like this amount in keeping mind that one my friend will go with me on Bike and we can split the petrol/gas bill.....and today is the day the movie will be on theaters and he bailed out at last second like he can't go etc.....like this happened before....I think I am the problem or something....From Now On I will never see anyone as a friend...I am not going to trust anyone...like for real this type of thinks happened with me before....I sewar that I am going to any place alone...even if they invite me.....(I am not saying That the person that have done this is bad but still I am like mad at myself for depending)
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Sorry If I have said anything nonsense and sorry if you think its childish.

Greetings, Reddit Ensemble!
The current's season Prestige Cup cars are the Honda LB Works NSX-R (Purple and Gold Star). They were initially introduced in season 163 (September 15, 2022 - September 29, 2022) (OTA Update 4.0.x) as Crew Season (Top 10 Crews) and Milestone (20M Crew RP milestone) Prize cars.
Both cars will need between 2 and 4 stage 6s in order to beat the Cup or you can get thru the Cup with all stage 6s, uncommon (green) and almost all rare (blue) fusions fitted. Don't forget to claim your free Prestige Cup crates in Rare Imports, but before doing so, claim the stage 6 from Race #28, to avoid duplicates.
The Honda LB Works NSX-R is an amazing tier 4 car, that will serve you well in live racing and in the Tempe5t challenges, but for Tempe5t, you will need to completely max the car. It's not only part, but is the fastest car for the current Championship ShowDown.
Honda NSX:
In 1984, Honda commissioned the Italian car styling house Pininfarina to design the concept car HP-X (Honda Pininfarina eXperimental), which had a C20A 2.0 L V6 engine in a mid-mounted configuration. After Honda committed to a sports car project, the company management informed the engineers working on the project that the new car would have to be as fast as anything coming from Italy and Germany. The HP-X concept car evolved into a prototype known as NS-X, which stood for "New", "Sportscar" "eXperimental".
Honda settled on a non-VTEC, 3.0-liter double overhead camshaft 24-valve V6 engine selected for the production model. This engine generated a maximum power output of about 250 hp (186 kW; 253 PS) and 282 N⋅m (208 lb⋅ft) of torque, with a redline of 7,300 rpm. However, at the same time, Honda was working on its revolutionary VTEC variable valve timing system, with plans to release it on the company's home-market 4-cylinder Integra. Honda's then-president Tadashi Kume, himself a highly skilled and respected engine designer, questioned the NS-X designers' logic in foregoing the VTEC system for Honda's new flagship sports car, while it was being used on the lower-market Integra. As a result, the engine was redesigned very late in the development process "to achieve the desired levels of performance and durability"; Honda designed a new cylinder block with 6-bolt main caps and larger cylinder heads to contain the complex VTEC mechanism. Innovative connecting rods made from a titanium alloy were used to lower reciprocating weight, while increasing overall rod-strength—something which increased the engine's maximum rpm by 700, resulting in a final redline of 8,000 rpm. A consequence of this last-minute engine change was that the new C30A engine was too large to fit in the NS-X's engine bay, which had been carefully sized for the smaller heads of the non-VTEC DOHC 3.0 liter engine. As a result, the engineers were forced to tilt the entire engine backward approximately 5 degrees- a characteristic that continued all the way to the NSX's final production in 2005.
The exterior design had been specifically researched by Uehara after studying the 360-degree visibility inside an F-16 fighter jet's cockpit. Thematically, the F-16 came into play in the exterior design as well as establishing the conceptual goals of the NSX. In the F-16 and other high performance aircraft such as unlimited hydroplanes along with open-wheel race cars, the cockpit is located far forward and in front of the power plant. This "cab-forward" layout was chosen to optimize visibility while the long tail design enhanced high speed directional stability. The NSX was designed to showcase several automotive technologies, many derived from Honda's F1 motor-sports program.
The NSX was the first production car to feature an all-aluminium semi-monocoque, incorporating a revolutionary extruded aluminium alloy frame and suspension components. The use of aluminium saved nearly 200 kg (441 lb) of weight over the use of steel in the body alone, while the aluminium suspension arms saved an additional 20 kg (44 lb); a suspension compliance pivot helped maintain wheel alignment changes at a near zero value throughout the suspension cycle. Other notable features included an independent, 4-channel anti-lock brake system; an electric power steering system; Honda's proprietary VTEC variable valve timing system and in 1995, the first electronic throttle control fitted in Honda production car.
With a robust motorsports division, Honda had significant development resources at its disposal and made extensive use of them. Respected Japanese Formula One driver Satoru Nakajima, for example, was involved with Honda in the NSX's early on-track development at Suzuka race circuit, where he performed many endurance distance duties related to chassis tuning. Brazilian Formula One World Champion Ayrton Senna, who won many races in Formula One with Honda before his death in 1994, was considered Honda's main innovator in convincing the company to stiffen the NSX's chassis further after initially testing the car at Honda's Suzuka GP circuit in Japan. Senna further helped refine the original NSX's suspension tuning and handling by spending a whole day test driving prototypes and reporting his findings to Honda engineers after each of the day's five testing sessions. Senna also tested the NSX at the Nürburgring and other race tracks. As a result of Senna's input, Honda took the NS-X prototype to the Nürburgring to tune the chassis stiffness. Over the course of several months, the chassis was refined in a painstaking process: Nakajima would drive a lap on the circuit and then discuss with the Honda engineers where he felt flex in the chassis. The engineers would hand-weld aluminum braces in the area they believed would fix the issue and send the driver back out to confirm. This process was repeated over and over, with the data results sent directly to Honda headquarters in Japan, where it was fed into a Cray supercomputer and translated into reinforcements in the production aluminum monocoque. As a result of this process, the NS-X chassis stiffness increased by over 50% with only a small increase in weight. The suspension development program was similarly far-ranging and took place at the Tochigi Proving Grounds, the Suzuka circuit, the 179-turn Nürburgring Course in Germany, HPCC, and Honda's newest test track in Takasu, Hokkaido. Honda automobile dealer Bobby Rahal (two-time CART PPG Cup and 1986 Indianapolis 500 champion) also participated in the car's development.
Honda NSX-R:
Honda decided in 1992 to produce a version of the NSX specifically modified for superior track performance at the expense of customary creature comforts. Thus, the NSX Type R (or NSX-R) was born. Honda chose to use its moniker of Type R to designate the NSX-R's race-oriented capabilities.
Honda engineers started with a base NSX coupé and embarked on an aggressive program of weight reduction. Sound deadening, the audio system, spare tyre, air conditioning system and traction control along with some of the electrical equipment were removed. The power leather seats were replaced with lightweight carbon-kevlar racing seats made by Recaro for Honda. However, electric windows and fore/aft electric seat adjusters were retained. The stock forged alloy wheels were replaced with lighter forged aluminium wheels produced by Enkei, which reduced the car's unsprung weight. The standard leather shift knob was replaced with a sculpted titanium piece. Overall, Honda managed to reduce approximately 120 kg (265 lb) of weight as compared to the standard NSX, resulting in the NSX-R's final weight of 1,230 kg (2,712 lb).
Due to its mid-engine layout and rear-end link travel, was susceptible to a sudden oversteer condition during certain cornering maneuvers. While this condition rarely occurred during normal driving conditions, it was much more prevalent on race tracks where speeds were much higher. To address the problem and improve the NSX-R's cornering stability at the limit, Honda added one aluminium bracket under the front battery tray and added one bracket in front of the front radiator to add more chassis rigidity replacing the entire suspension system with a more track oriented unit, featuring a stiffer front sway bar, stiffer suspension bushings, stiffer coil springs and stiffer dampers.
The standard NSX has a somewhat rearward bias in its spring and bar rates, where the rear was relatively quite stiff versus the front. This means that the lateral load transfer distribution, or the amount of load that is transferred across the front axle versus the rear while cornering, is rather rear biased. This can make the car quite lively and easy to rotate at low speed, but during high speed cornering, this effect becomes more pronounced and could be a handful to manage. To reduce the tendency to oversteer, Honda fitted softer rear tyres on the NSX. For the NSX-R, Honda reversed the spring bias, placing stiffer springs on the front suspension along with stiffer front sway bar. This shifted the load transfer stiffness balance farther forward, resulting in more rear grip at the expense of front grip; this had the effect of decreasing the oversteer tendency of the car, making it much more stable while cornering at high speeds. Overall, the NSX-R utilises a much stiffer front sway bar along with stiffer springs than the standard NSX (21.0 mm x 2.6 mm front sway bar: front 3.0 kg/mm, rear 4.0 kg/mm for the NSX versus front 8.0 kg/mm, rear 5.7 kg/mm for the NSX-R).
Honda also increased the final drive ratio to a 4.235:1 in place of the 4.06:1, which resulted in faster gear changes. This change improved acceleration, which was 4.9 seconds to 60 mph, at the expense of top speed, which was 168 mph, and a higher locking limited-slip differential was installed. Also, the NSX-R's 3.0-litre engine had a blueprinted and balanced crankshaft assembly which is exactly the same labour-intensive high precision process done for Honda racing car engines built by highly qualified engine technicians.
Beginning in late November 1992, Honda produced a limited number of 483 NSX-R variants exclusively for the Japanese domestic market (JDM). Factory optional equipment such as air conditioning, Bose stereo system, carbon fibre interior trim on the centre console as well as the doors and larger wheels painted in Championship White (16-inches at the front and 17-inches at the rear) were available for a hefty premium. Production of the NSX-R ended in September 1995.
You can win Race #28 with the gold starred Honda NSX-R on full fused stage 5s with the following tune:

• NOS - 121/3.6
  
• FD - 3.58
  
• Tires - 0/100
  

For the shift pattern, use the WR one, which you will find below.
Note, in order to beat the Cup, you need to find the slower possible opponent, being Marshall with the Maserati MC12 Stradale (black).
Prestige Cup Thresholds (Gold Star):

• Speed Trap (Race #4) - 139 mph (223 km/h)
  
• Speed Trap (Race #10) - 159 mph (255 km/h)
  
• Speed Trap (Race #16) - 170 mph (273 km/h)
  
• Speed Trap (Race #22) - 187 mph (300 km/h)
  
• Sprint 0-100 mph (0-161 km/h) (Race #7): 6.755
  
• Sprint 0-100 mph (0-161 km/h) (Race #13): 5.959
  
• Sprint 0-100 mph (0-161 km/h) (Race #19): 5.231
  
• Stage 6 Race (Race #28): 12.673 (Marshall with Maserati MC12 Stradale (black)
  
• Final Race (Race #30): 11.766 (Tows with Porsche 911 GT2 RS Clubsport (Purple Star))
  

Full fused stage 5 tunes, stage 6 effects and maxed tunes, and shift patterns:
Honda LB Works NSX-R (Gold Star)

• Full S5s - dynos at 12.837 with the following tune:
  
  • NOS - 121/3.6
  • FD - 3.56
  • Tires - 0/100

Part	Dyno (sec)	Improvement (sec)
Transmission	12.118	-0.719
Body	12.293	-0.544
Tires	12.404	-0.433
Engine	12.546	-0.291
Turbo	12.562	-0.275
Nitrous	12.624	-0.213
Intake	12.643	-0.194

Use the WR shift pattern, no matter your tune and parts combination, it should do the job.
Honda LB Works NSX-R (5 Gold Star Car, Tier 4) Maxed Tune and Shift Pattern:

• PP - 673
  
• Evo - 1828
  
• NOS - 188/4.3
  
• FD - 2.72
  
• Tires - 0/100
  
• Dyno: 10.053
  
• Test Run: 9.757
  
• Shift Pattern (Perfect launch, instant shift to 2nd (at 4 mph (6 km/h)), early shift into 3rd at 2800 RPM and NOS, rest deep shifts at 9200 RPM)
  

You can win Race #28 with the purple starred Honda NSX-R on full fused stage 5s with the tune below.
Prestige Cup Thresholds (Purple Star):

• Speed Trap (Race #4) - 139 mph (223 km/h)
  
• Speed Trap (Race #10) - 159 mph (255 km/h)
  
• Speed Trap (Race #16) - 170 mph (273 km/h)
  
• Speed Trap (Race #22) - 189 mph (304 km/h)
  
• Sprint 0-100 mph (0-161 km/h) (Race #7): 6.755
  
• Sprint 0-100 mph (0-161 km/h) (Race #13): 5.959
  
• Sprint 0-100 mph (0-161 km/h) (Race #19): 5.229
  
• Stage 6 Race (Race #28): 12.504 (Daniel with Audi Vorsteiner R8 VRS (Purple Star))
  
• Final Race (Race #30): 11.651 (David with Italdesign Zerouno (Purple Star))
  

Full fused stage 5 tunes, stage 6 effects and maxed tunes, and shift patterns:
Honda LB Works NSX-R (Top 10) (Purple Star)

• Full S5s - dynos at 12.615 with the following tune:
  
  • NOS - 121/3.6
  • FD - 3.56
  • Tires - 0/100

Part	Dyno (sec)	Improvement (sec)
Transmission	12.067	-0.548
Body	12.079	-0.536
Tires	12.191	-0.424
Engine	12.334	-0.281
Turbo	12.352	-0.263
Nitrous	12.420	-0.195
Intake	12.429	-0.186

Use the WR shift pattern, no matter your tune and parts combination, it should do the job.
Honda LB Works NSX-R (Top 10) (5 Purple Star Car, Tier 4) Maxed Tune and Shift Pattern:

• PP - 673
  
• Evo - 1852
  
• NOS - 188/4.3
  
• FD - 2.69
  
• Tires - 0/100
  
• Dyno: 10.005
  
• Test Run: 9.710
  
• Shift Pattern (Perfect launch, instant shift to 2nd at 4 mph (6 km/h), early shift into 3rd at 2200 RPM and NOS, rest deep shifts at 9200 RPM)
  

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I'm learning today that the cats I have been seeing around my business are most likely a colony. The main cat I believe was a stray and her first litter she lost all but 1 kitten. She left them in an excavator and I found 2 of them alive and my wife and I were able to save one of them at 2 weeks old. He's an incredible cat, turns cat haters into cat lovers everywhere he goes. This was end of April 2021.
Anyway, I noticed that she was pregnant again and decided I had to do something. I have cameras around and after a few days of unsuccessful trapping I started watching the cameras and noticed there's at least 3 cats. Tonight I was able to trap one small docile one and in trying to figure out what to do with it I learned what is actually going on here.
So, I have one cat in an empty warm room with litter, food, water and a soft bed inside a box. Kind of regreting that decision but too late now. I think I can get a few more, at least and I don't know what to do with them. One of my main issues is that my local TNR vet lost their lease and is closed. Will a normal vet even do TNR?
I'm wondering if my best option is to bring these cats to my house and let them live in my detached garage/shop. If I can get the main pregnant one could she have her kittens and I could socialize them and adopt them out? Or is that a pipe dream. Obviously I've already done it but that was one kitten in my home. Some other important information is that my business is in a moderately sized city in an industrial area and my home is not a farm but we are rural on 20 acres. At my place of business these cats face busy streets and people who could care less about them but at home in northern Minnesota on the outskirts of the city we have wolves that killed a deer on the road last week. Wolves probably aren't going to go after them but the point remains it's no utopia. I want to help them before the problem gets worse but it feels like the cards are against me.

Can paper be anti-consumer? It sure as hell can!
With stamps.com, they don't allow you to print to any 4x6 printer unless it's one that they partner with.
How do I know this?
Well I bought a thermal printer, transitioning from printing shipping labels for my small business on a laser printer since my 10 year old $50 monochrome laser printer finally is dying.
"This will be great!" I think to myself. "Cheaper labels, no more messy toner, no more tripping my circuit breaker whenever my laser printer heats up!"
I go to print a label from the stamps.com desktop application. Weird, why is it showing me only 8.5x11 options? There are many options for 2 labels per page, 4 labels per page, even 30 labels per page, but no option to select your paper size. Printing a label on a format of 2 labels per page results in the label getting cut off since it assumes you're using 8.5x11 paper.
Surely, this must be a mistake. I call stamps.com support, and they have a dedicated printer support call queue. After poking around for a while, and not actually solving the root problem with their software application, the support agent proceeds to install a Zebra driver onto my non-Zebra printer. This is weird. I work in software, and this is NOT the right way to tackle the problem of just outputting a 4x6 sized print.
I'll play along.
Lo' and behold, after installing the Zebra driver, the 4x6 size magically shows up as a printable size on stamps.com's software. This print size was 100% not an option when selecting any other printer.
So of course the non-Zebra printer doesn't like the Zebra reference drivers that were installed and tries to print half of a page, then stops like it encountered an error. Nothing was printed, only half a label was fed through with no ink on the paper. After an hour of continually trying to get this driver to work with my printer, it just will not function correctly. Well duh, this isn't the correct driver for the printer!
So I'm thinking, why don't they just allow you to print in a 4x6 size? Then it came to me. They want you to buy THEIR 4x6 thermal printers from their store because those are the only ones that will work with their software! Don't have a supported printer? Too bad. I was suggested to buy a printer that their software is compatible with. This ISN'T a compatibility issue. This was a BUSINESS DECISION and INTENTIONAL SOFTWARE LIMITATION that someone at stamps.com made to disallow printing a single label on a 4x6 label unless it is a printer they partner with.
A 4x6 thermal printer is fundamentally no different from a 8.5x11 printer, but because letter paper is so ubiquitous, no one would use their service if they only allowed prints on letter paper from their supported and partnered printers.
The fact that their ONE SINGLE workaround involved having my printer identify as a Zebra printer to allow 4x6 printing to be enabled shows their true intentions. No other workaround were given except to buy a supported printer.
What's infuriating is that, not only has stamps.com wasted 2.5 hours of my valuable time, I am supposedly their target market that they're screwing: small business owners that need shipping services that integrate with many different eCommerce carts and marketplaces. So now, mildly infuriated, I spend another 45 minutes typing out my rage trying to share these anti-consumer behaviors with others.
If anyone has other places where such anti-consumer practices should be shared, please let me know.
This is along the same lines of:

• John Deere not allowing anyone to service their tractors but themselves
• BMWs not starting after replacing the battery yourself and must be towed to a dealer to be reset
• Apple refusing to use wireless standards to transfer data from an iOS device to a non iOS device
• BMW charging a monthly charge for a feature that is built into every car (heated seats, adaptive headlights, auto-high beam)
• Sony purposefully limiting cross-play
• Apple not allowing 3rd party app stores (although I think this is possible now)
• Tesla removing features on cars that the original owner paid for that must be paid for again with the second owner
• Apple disallowing self-repair or making it extremely difficult or cost prohibitive to do so

I’m keeping the story with only the necessary details for privacy purposes
I (F23) lost my mom a couple years ago due to suicided. But, luckily, she left a will ready where she equally divided things between my brother and I (with whom I have an incredible relationship , he agrees with the decisions you’ll read in the story). But she designated an administrator (M50 let’s call him John) to manage things for us till we both turned 21 (legal age in my country is 18, and both of us are already legal but not 21). He takes care of the property’s and payments and gives us money monthly to live off. But, this money is restricted due to the amount of income. Now that we got that out of the way, let’s get into the story.
I’ve lived by myself, in the same apartment, since I was 17. This year, my contract will expire. I recently had a talk with the owner where he let me know they’ll most probably wouldn’t be renovating (They need it for personal use). Due to how things are in my country, almost all the property’s in the market are for sale. It’s extremely hard to be able to rent here. I still luckily have a couple months left in the apartment I’m currently in. But, knowing this hole market issue, I thought I would think ahead of time and get it out of the way before the date arrives.
I talked with my father (who I have a very cold and weird relationship with) and he advised I used my grandparents apartment. We co-own it with my uncle (M68); So I would only be paying half rent, and could have a place to move into when the contract expired (This apartment is currently empty and with repairs in process)
The problem is my uncle is a ver complicated, powerful man, where I live. My mom never had a good relationship with him (mainly cause he screwed her over, stole and betrayed her all the time), and neither do my brother and I. Everyone fears him and no one is ever willing to stand up to him, specially John. But, since I would be paying the half that belonged to him, I supposed this whole apartment issue wouldn’t be a problem.
But, of course, it was.
I asked John to ask my uncle when the reparations would be over so I could move in. But my uncle told him it was an unnecessarily big apartment for a girl my age to go live in. He could offer me another one of his apartments (which I don’t own). This is not an options since I don’t want to have anything to do with him, apart from the apartment we unfortunately share. But, instead of telling him it wasn’t a question, John said he agreed and would be letting me know. He made it very clear he doesn’t intend to be involve in the situation (Though he has to even if I don’t want to) and asked me to fix it by myself.
I talked to my father trying to get advised but It wasn’t of much help (he also fears him and won’t get involved, even if he would never admit to it) and ended up telling me I should piss on my moms grave since she brought this on us by putting John as an administrator. I don’t know what to do. Is there a way to still move into the apartment? What would you recommend in this situation? Please help and sorry for my English, it’s not my first language.

I’m about to be left on the streets by my powerful uncle, who wont let me move into a house we co-own
I’m keeping the story with only the necessary details for privacy purposes
I (F23) lost my mom a couple years ago due to suicided. But, luckily, she left a will ready where she equally divided things between my brother and I (with whom I have an incredible relationship , he agrees with the decisions you’ll read in the story). But she designated an administrator (M50 let’s call him John) to manage things for us till we both turned 21 (legal age in my country is 18, and both of us are already legal but not 21). He takes care of the property’s and payments and gives us money monthly to live off. But, this money is restricted due to the amount of income. Now that we got that out of the way, let’s get into the story.
I’ve lived by myself, in the same apartment, since I was 17. This year, my contract will expire. I recently had a talk with the owner where he let me know they’ll most probably wouldn’t be renovating (They need it for personal use). Due to how things are in my country, almost all the property’s in the market are for sale. It’s extremely hard to be able to rent here. I still luckily have a couple months left in the apartment I’m currently in. But, knowing this hole market issue, I thought I would think ahead of time and get it out of the way before the date arrives.
I talked with my father (who I have a very cold and weird relationship with) and he advised I used my grandparents apartment. We co-own it with my uncle (M68); So I would only be paying half rent, and could have a place to move into when the contract expired (This apartment is currently empty and with repairs in process)
The problem is my uncle is a ver complicated, powerful man, where I live. My mom never had a good relationship with him (mainly cause he screwed her over, stole and betrayed her all the time), and neither do my brother and I. Everyone fears him and no one is ever willing to stand up to him, specially John. But, since I would be paying the half that belonged to him, I supposed this whole apartment issue wouldn’t be a problem.
But, of course, it was.
I asked John to ask my uncle when the reparations would be over so I could move in. But my uncle told him it was an unnecessarily big apartment for a girl my age to go live in. He could offer me another one of his apartments (which I don’t own). This is not an options since I don’t want to have anything to do with him, apart from the apartment we unfortunately share. But, instead of telling him it wasn’t a question, John said he agreed and would be letting me know. He made it very clear he doesn’t intend to be involve in the situation (Though he has to even if I don’t want to) and asked me to fix it by myself.
I talked to my father trying to get advised but It wasn’t of much help (he also fears him and won’t get involved, even if he would never admit to it) and ended up telling me I should piss on my moms grave since she brought this on us by putting John as an administrator. I don’t know what to do. Is there a way to still move into the apartment? What would you recommend in this situation? Please help and sorry for my English, it’s not my first language.

I’m about to be left on the streets by my powerful uncle, who wont let me move into a house we co-own
I’m keeping the story with only the necessary details for privacy purposes
I (F23) lost my mom a couple years ago due to suicided. But, luckily, she left a will ready where she equally divided things between my brother and I (with whom I have an incredible relationship , he agrees with the decisions you’ll read in the story). But she designated an administrator (M50 let’s call him John) to manage things for us till we both turned 21 (legal age in my country is 18, and both of us are already legal but not 21). He takes care of the property’s and payments and gives us money monthly to live off. But, this money is restricted due to the amount of income. Now that we got that out of the way, let’s get into the story.
I’ve lived by myself, in the same apartment, since I was 17. This year, my contract will expire. I recently had a talk with the owner where he let me know they’ll most probably wouldn’t be renovating (They need it for personal use). Due to how things are in my country, almost all the property’s in the market are for sale. It’s extremely hard to be able to rent here. I still luckily have a couple months left in the apartment I’m currently in. But, knowing this hole market issue, I thought I would think ahead of time and get it out of the way before the date arrives.
I talked with my father (who I have a very cold and weird relationship with) and he advised I used my grandparents apartment. We co-own it with my uncle (M68); So I would only be paying half rent, and could have a place to move into when the contract expired (This apartment is currently empty and with repairs in process)
The problem is my uncle is a ver complicated, powerful man, where I live. My mom never had a good relationship with him (mainly cause he screwed her over, stole and betrayed her all the time), and neither do my brother and I. Everyone fears him and no one is ever willing to stand up to him, specially John. But, since I would be paying the half that belonged to him, I supposed this whole apartment issue wouldn’t be a problem.
But, of course, it was.
I asked John to ask my uncle when the reparations would be over so I could move in. But my uncle told him it was an unnecessarily big apartment for a girl my age to go live in. He could offer me another one of his apartments (which I don’t own). This is not an options since I don’t want to have anything to do with him, apart from the apartment we unfortunately share. But, instead of telling him it wasn’t a question, John said he agreed and would be letting me know. He made it very clear he doesn’t intend to be involve in the situation (Though he has to even if I don’t want to) and asked me to fix it by myself.
I talked to my father trying to get advised but It wasn’t of much help (he also fears him and won’t get involved, even if he would never admit to it) and ended up telling me I should piss on my moms grave since she brought this on us by putting John as an administrator. I don’t know what to do. Is there a way to still move into the apartment? What would you recommend in this situation? Please help and sorry for my English, it’s not my first language.

I’m about to be left on the streets by my powerful uncle, who wont let me move into a house we co-own
I’m keeping the story with only the necessary details for privacy purposes
I (F23) lost my mom a couple years ago due to suicided. But, luckily, she left a will ready where she equally divided things between my brother and I (with whom I have an incredible relationship , he agrees with the decisions you’ll read in the story). But she designated an administrator (M50 let’s call him John) to manage things for us till we both turned 21 (legal age in my country is 18, and both of us are already legal but not 21). He takes care of the property’s and payments and gives us money monthly to live off. But, this money is restricted due to the amount of income. Now that we got that out of the way, let’s get into the story.
I’ve lived by myself, in the same apartment, since I was 17. This year, my contract will expire. I recently had a talk with the owner where he let me know they’ll most probably wouldn’t be renovating (They need it for personal use). Due to how things are in my country, almost all the property’s in the market are for sale. It’s extremely hard to be able to rent here. I still luckily have a couple months left in the apartment I’m currently in. But, knowing this hole market issue, I thought I would think ahead of time and get it out of the way before the date arrives.
I talked with my father (who I have a very cold and weird relationship with) and he advised I used my grandparents apartment. We co-own it with my uncle (M68); So I would only be paying half rent, and could have a place to move into when the contract expired (This apartment is currently empty and with repairs in process)
The problem is my uncle is a ver complicated, powerful man, where I live. My mom never had a good relationship with him (mainly cause he screwed her over, stole and betrayed her all the time), and neither do my brother and I. Everyone fears him and no one is ever willing to stand up to him, specially John. But, since I would be paying the half that belonged to him, I supposed this whole apartment issue wouldn’t be a problem.
But, of course, it was.
I asked John to ask my uncle when the reparations would be over so I could move in. But my uncle told him it was an unnecessarily big apartment for a girl my age to go live in. He could offer me another one of his apartments (which I don’t own). This is not an options since I don’t want to have anything to do with him, apart from the apartment we unfortunately share. But, instead of telling him it wasn’t a question, John said he agreed and would be letting me know. He made it very clear he doesn’t intend to be involve in the situation (Though he has to even if I don’t want to) and asked me to fix it by myself.
I talked to my father trying to get advised but It wasn’t of much help (he also fears him and won’t get involved, even if he would never admit to it) and ended up telling me I should piss on my moms grave since she brought this on us by putting John as an administrator. I don’t know what to do. Is there a way to still move into the apartment? What would you recommend in this situation? Please help and sorry for my English, it’s not my first language.

In your second quantum mechanics course, what was the hardest thing for you to learn? Like conceptually difficult. What were the hardest types of problems to solve?
I don’t like the approximations in time dependency and absorption and transmission topic. I thought perturbation was as confusing getting to fine structure since we had to switch basis states and worry about degeneracy in the same Hamiltonian. I am starting scattering next.

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I’m keeping the story with only the necessary details for privacy purposes
I (F23) lost my mom a couple years ago due to suicided. But, luckily, she left a will ready where she equally divided things between my brother and I (with whom I have an incredible relationship , he agrees with the decisions you’ll read in the story). But she designated an administrator (M50 let’s call him John) to manage things for us till we both turned 21 (legal age in my country is 18, and both of us are already legal but not 21). He takes care of the property’s and payments and gives us money monthly to live off. But, this money is restricted due to the amount of income. Now that we got that out of the way, let’s get into the story.
I’ve lived by myself, in the same apartment, since I was 17. This year, my contract will expire. I recently had a talk with the owner where he let me know they’ll most probably wouldn’t be renovating (They need it for personal use). Due to how things are in my country, almost all the property’s in the market are for sale. It’s extremely hard to be able to rent here. I still luckily have a couple months left in the apartment I’m currently in. But, knowing this hole market issue, I thought I would think ahead of time and get it out of the way before the date arrives.
I talked with my father (who I have a very cold and weird relationship with) and he advised I used my grandparents apartment. We co-own it with my uncle (M68); So I would only be paying half rent, and could have a place to move into when the contract expired (This apartment is currently empty and with repairs in process)
The problem is my uncle is a ver complicated, powerful man, where I live. My mom never had a good relationship with him (mainly cause he screwed her over, stole and betrayed her all the time), and neither do my brother and I. Everyone fears him and no one is ever willing to stand up to him, specially John. But, since I would be paying the half that belonged to him, I supposed this whole apartment issue wouldn’t be a problem.
But, of course, it was.
I asked John to ask my uncle when the reparations would be over so I could move in. But my uncle told him it was an unnecessarily big apartment for a girl my age to go live in. He could offer me another one of his apartments (which I don’t own). This is not an options since I don’t want to have anything to do with him, apart from the apartment we unfortunately share. But, instead of telling him it wasn’t a question, John said he agreed and would be letting me know. He made it very clear he doesn’t intend to be involve in the situation (Though he has to even if I don’t want to) and asked me to fix it by myself.
I talked to my father trying to get advised but It wasn’t of much help (he also fears him and won’t get involved, even if he would never admit to it) and ended up telling me I should piss on my moms grave since she brought this on us by putting John as an administrator. I don’t know what to do. Is there a way to still move into the apartment? What would you recommend in this situation? Please help and sorry for my English, it’s not my first language.

I’m having to sell my ‘01 2WD SR5. She needs a new transmission and I don’t have the time or money to have it replaced. I was going to donate her the the trade school here because I know she won’t be used for parts there but a really good friend of mine’s husband wants to take a look at her and possibly buy her from me as something to work on. The only reason I’m willing to sell to him is because he absolutely loves Toyotas and I know he’d fall in love with her like I did and never sell her. The sentimental value of this car makes this incredibly hard as it’s the car I grew up in and is the first car my dad ever bought brand new. I wouldn’t sell her for a million dollars honestly but this is someone I trust with my Betsy. Because of the attachment to her I really don’t know what to ask him for her that would be a fair price and what she’s worth.
She’s been through a couple deer, one fender bender, and has dents from 23 years of some tough love (she was bought in 2000), the interior is clean but not as clean as it could be (stains and rips) seeing as at one point all but one of my siblings and I drove her before she was put in my name. The only problem is she burns a little bit of oil and needs a new transmission. I was wondering just based on that if y’all had any good ideas what a good price might be for her. Carmax told me $2200 which I just don’t trust at all. She’s worth so much more than that to me.

Knowing this first, that there shall come in the last days scoffers, walking after their own lusts (2 Peter 3:3)
There are many studies with differing findings on masturbation. Some say it is good for health, others say abstaining from it is good for health.
This post is a Biblical perspective, and includes my testimony of the purely positive effects not masturbating has had on my life, as well as how to go about stopping altogether.
Don’t you know that you are the temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwells in you? If any man defile the temple of God, him shall God destroy; for the temple of God is holy, which temple you are. (1 Cor 3:16-17)
Masturbating to pornography is idolatry. Masturbating without pornography is in most cases still idolatry. Masturbation is always a desecration of the LORD’s temple. Satan convinces men to pervert their God-given procreation ability, waste their life-giving seed, and look ridiculous in doing so.
I masturbated almost every day from the age of 16 to 25. Back then I had severe anxiety around females, and erectile disfunction. Once I stopped masturbating, both of those problems went way in a matter of months. Of course, these are not reasons to replace masturbation with fornication. Wait for a righteous wife, and in the meantime pursue the LORD’s righteousness yourself.
When a man is engaging in filthy acts, he is going to attract a filthy woman. Likewise, a man who works to clean up his life will attract a similarly clean woman. A wicked woman is given as a portion to a wicked man: but a godly woman is given to him that fears the Lord. (Ecc 26:23)
Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man sows, that shall he also reap. For he that sows to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption; but he that sows to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting (Gal 6:7-8)
Also, women are very spiritual and intuitive beings. Most can sense a man's filth just from being in his presence or observing his countenance.
A lot of us began masturbating before we were even men. I strongly encourage you to test yourself and see what life is like without this perversion. Observe the powerful effects of not masturbating. These effects include increased confidence around women, a brightening of countenance, and increased energy. The longer you abstain, the greater the results. Your wife, present or future, will thank you.
You have never been tempted to sin in any different way than other people. God is faithful. He will not allow you to be tempted more than you can take. But when you are tempted, He will make a way for you to keep from falling into sin. (1 Cor 10:13)
Breaking free of strongholds is easier said than done, but always possible with the LORD’s help. The ultimate key is truly desiring to do God’s will. We must fully desire to increase in holiness and become fully obedient to Him. We must be willing to reject the ways of the world, and commit ourselves to an ever-developing prayer-life and study of His word. What is impossible with man is possible with God (Luke 18:27)
When we truly desire God’s righteousness, we will be willing to utilize the control we have over our eyes. We might see a physically attractive woman on the street, but we can choose to not stare at her. If we were to stare at her features, we’d be strongly tempted to have dirty imaginations. If left unregulated, dirty imaginations are keen to escalate into fornication or masturbation down the line. Control of the eyes is especially important in this world of screens. We need to avoid using forms of social media and following pages that we know are going to have tempting images. The same goes for movies and TV. Still, even when an unexpected image appears, we always have the ability to divert our eyes. This ability can be trained and sharpened, but requires a willingness. Diverting the eyes is one of the most effortless actions the LORD has given us, yet most are not willing to do it, because most love the world. Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him.(1 John 2:15)
I will set no wicked thing before mine eyes: I hate the work of them that turn aside; it shall not cleave to me. (Psalm 101:3)
Sometimes lustful thoughts enter the mind without a visual stimulus. Understand though, lustful thoughts occur much less frequently when the eyes are being guarded vigilantly.
When a lustful thought emerges, we must not entertain it. We must “nip it in the bud” by quickly bringing our attention to the LORD and His Word. Often, we must get away from the cellphone and computer, and begin praying, reading the Bible or meditating on it. We must practice keeping our attention in the present moment. Being present offers the opportunity shift our focus to God.
Regardless of how deep we are into a thought or imagination, we always have time to shift our attention to God and avoid physically sinning. Our minds can only focus on one thing at a time. With the awareness to focus our minds on God at the onset of a lustful thought, we can prevent it from escalating into physical sin. This “nipping in the bud” via the shifting of focus applies to all unworthy thoughts, such as those of a prideful and vain nature. Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ. (2 Cor 10:5)
This is much easier when we already meditate on God habitually. Furthermore, we need to keep God on our minds as much as possible, praying to Him and studying His word. This brings us closer to Him. The closer we are to God, the easier it is to instantly bring our attention to Him and call Him for help. Turn to me, says the LORD, and I will turn to you. (Zech 1:3)
When we truly desire to please God and become fully obedient to Him, when we are willing to put effort into works, when we are willing to make difficult changes, when we are willing to leave unhealthy relationships, when we are willing to reject the ways of the world, when we truly love God with our whole hearts, minds and souls, only then does avoiding sin become simple. This book of the law shall not depart out of your mouth; but you will meditate on it day and night, that you may observe to do according to all that is written in it, for then you will make your way prosperous, and then you will have good success. (Joshua 1:8)
The righteous cry, and the LORD hears, and delivers them out of all their troubles. (Psalm 34:17)
You keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on you: because he trusts in you. (Isaiah 26:3)
Keeping our attention in the present moment allows us to consider the fruits of entertaining a certain thought or taking a certain action. We constantly need to ask ourselves: Are these thoughts and actions serving our own wills, flesh, pride and pointless curiosities, or are they serving the Almighty Father who gives us life?
As always, when pursuing righteousness, expect Satan to enter the mind with clever lies and blasphemy to try to confuse, deter and deject. Rest assured, putting forth real effort into make lasting changes for the sake of avoiding sin is very pleasing to God, who gives us the strength to do all things.
Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you (James 4:7)