Have various games for sale. Mostly loose rn, but some CIB/with case. Prices include shipping, but if total order under $15 will have to send out snail mail. Got lots more I need to list that I will update with over time. Thank you! Pictures: https://imgur.com/a/ZeoOnYw
Nintendo Switch Online 12 Month Membership Code $16
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Gameboy Advance (GBA) Games: Defender $7 loose Pitfall Mayan Adventure $10 Loose Scooby Doo Mystery Mayhem $10 Loose
Gameboy Color (GBC) Games: Ms. Pac-Man Special Color Edition $9 loose Nintendo DS Games: Drawn To Life: The Next Chapter $6 loose Murder in Venice $6 loose New York Times Crosswords $5 loose Plants vs Zombies $10 loose Ratatouille $7 loose Playstation Portable (PSP) Games: Assassin's Creed: Bloodlines $9 loose Blitz Overtime $14 Loose, replacement clear shell Burnout Dominator $9 loose Dissidia Final Fantasy $10 loose pending Marvel Trading Card Game $10 Loose Mega Man Maverick Hunter X $17 loose Rockband Unplugged $10 Loose pending The Sims 2: Castaway $11 loose Star Wars Battlefront II $9 loose, replacement clear shell Thrillville off the Rails $6 loose, replacement clear shell
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Playstation 1 (PS1) Games: Interactive Sampler CD Volume 3.5 $20 Brand new sealed Playstation 2 (PS2) Games: And 1 Streetball $7 loose Crash Tag Team Racing $8 loose Fight Night Round 3 (gh) $7 loose Mortal Kombat Deception $8 loose Need for Speed Underground 2 (GH) $11 Loose Simpsons Hit and Run (gh) $32 Loose Shadow of Rome $17 loose Sly 3 Honor Among Thieves $7 loose Suikoden III $25 Loose Wild Arms Alter Code: F $85 Loose WWE Smack down Here Comes the Pain $30 Loose Playstation 3 (PS3) Games: Legend Of Heroes: Trails Of Cold Steel II $50 SEALED (some yellowing on plastic but game looks pristine underneath) SNES Games: Mighy Morphin Power Rangers $20 loose, blockbuster label on cart Wii Games: New Super Mario Bros $20 loose Wii sports $20 comes in original cardboard sleeve White Wii Remote with Nunchuck and Sleeve $12 Wii U Games: New Super Mario Bros. U + New Super Luigi U $18 loose

Specifically, what I'm trying to do is to simulate some dirt, as it would come out from the ground if a plant was growing magically. Some lumps of dirt should come out and roll away from the hole, right? ok, I tried something here, but I keep getting these jittering on the dirt physics. Any clue on how I could get rid of it?
https://reddit.com/link/146dfjb/video/b56xozl2r95b1/player

Shoutout to DexClem who even recognized the amazing feedback and reviews from Discord employees on Glassdoor. Here’s the link to their comment: https://www.reddit.com/discordapp/comments/145w6idiscord_is_actively_getting_worse/jnnal39/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=1&utm_term=1&context=3

TL:DR will be at the very bottom.
Some reviews from the Discord employees:
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2 Stars out of 5; Current employee:

The environment is very toxic and the 1 and 2 star reviews are very accurate. I wouldn't be surprised if the recent slew of 5 stars were planted on purpose because Discord really cares about the ratings it gets on here. Over the past 12 months I've really seen company culture plummet. First, we have constant turn over of leadership (especially with woman) and strategy which means that everyone gets wildly mismanaged and it creates a dog eat dog environment where there is no set direction for where our strategy is going. A lot of the managers who come from FAANG (Meta in particular), Snap and Zillow, have no desire to actually manage those who report to them and spent a lot of energy reiterating insights about our customers that we have understood for almost 2 years. The focus has turned from creating a premium product experience to creating an identity-less app that can be replaced with iMessage. 

1 Star out of 5; Current employee:

Leadership is green and have no clue what they’re doing. Everything is perceived as urgent so there’s always more work piled on with short deadlines without flexibility to deprioritize other work. So many employees are taking mental health leave because they can’t afford to not have a job but they also cannot work in an environment this toxic. Not a disability friendly culture - there is a general lack of consideration in all their people programs besides the events for people with disabilities especially those who are neurodivergent. Talent development is a joke - our performance management program is one-sided and doesn’t fairly evaluate all faces of an employees performance. You are not able to share your opinion and often times give feedback openly otherwise you’re considered to not have a “growth mindset” or you’re perceived as “not having good intent” yes this goes into their performance management. There is a ton of favoritism - other people who are under-qualified being promoted or being recognized/taking credit for other peoples work. You can’t trust the HR team especially the HR Business Partners at all. They’re practically useless and cover the tracks of their friends who are toxic managers. Anything you tell them is not confidential it’s actually used against you in your performance management. They say they have a high performance standard now (lollllol) but toxic managers are never held to the same standard. They say care about people but it’s all a talk track I don’t even think they have a clue what the first step for caring for people is. Stay away from this place if you value your mental health. 

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2 Stars out of 5; Current employee:

They laid off or pushed around 6% of the workforce to leave this year so far. The PIP and performance review process just doesn’t exist for some departments. You can think you are doing fine but still be let go for performance without ever hearing from your manager until it’s too late. WLB is getting pretty abysmal. The departments that need resources and headcount are just being told to work harder instead, burn out is real among many employees. We have been in this “hyper growth” crunch with no real growth to show for it and barely any recognition of quality work. 

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2 Star out of 5; Current employee:

The marketing department imported a lot of MBAs and ex-Meta brand directors since mid-2022, and their jobs seem to be: DDoS attack ICs with micromanagey demands, pile sudden landslides of work on people due to poor planning, and hiring their friend's agencies to do unusably shoddy work and write redundant market research that’s already been done before. The new folks don’t know internet culture or Gen Z or even what seems uncringey to the average young person, but they’re often delivering mini TED Talks about their insights in these arenas to literal Gen Z coworkers, longtime online community experts, and trendsetters. Don’t get me wrong, some of these new folks are nice and trying their best, but there are a few of these marketing directors who just see OG Discorders as competition that they must sabotage so that their own (very out of touch cheugy) ideas can shine through. They've made life in Marketing so miserable, and so Game of Thrones-level political, that no one who does tangible work can thrive. 

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1 Star out of 5; Current employee:

Management is inexperienced with senior management being incredibly absent. Some departments are a mess — drowning in work that seems to have no impact. There doesn’t seem to be a single focus — no real solidified vision we’re working towards. We seem to work harder not smarter. Simple issues and under-developed processes have festered into deep wounds which have caused doing basic functions of my job seemingly impossible. Inexperienced managers who do not have the skills or experience to solve some of these issues can only provide the same 2 band-aid solutions that keep us in a perpetual state of insanity with no end in sight. No one seems to know what they’re doing and the people who do know or could make an impact are kept somewhat neutered. It’s become a struggle to come to work everyday. It’s not fun. The good people at the top seem to make decisions that make you look into the non-existent camera and wonder ”who asked for this?” “Is this the best you can do?” aka Jim from the office. Every comment made in these 1-2 star reviews are absolutely true. Whoever is writing these 5-star reviews with no cons are probably higher ups in marketing who get paid a lot of money to do — I don’t even know what or other overpaid individuals who are lucky enough to be in a position who don’t have to do any work. 

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2 Star out of 5; Current employee:

Over the past year we have seen our chief people officer leave, chief operations officer leave, and have stacked our recruiting leadership team with individuals who are all from the same former company. There has been no effort from leadership to understand our product or culture and they are actively looking to sanitize it to something familiar to themselves instead. Leadership has been missing meetings and has been absent over the past couple of months, which signals a lack of care and apathy. Recruiting leadership has created an environment where if you ask questions you are micromanaged and punished for speaking out. Middle management has been heads down and encouraging us to push through but the writing is on the wall. We live in a culture of fear. 

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TL:DR:
Management and leadership is horribly failing, no sense of plan in the company environment, people questioning why the heck they’re doing what they’re doing—like the damn transition from discrims to usernames. Lot of ex-FAANG/Meta employees are being hired.
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Main takeaway from this:
Discord is not cooking, they are in fact burning the kitchen down. Not sure why they’re hiring ex-employees of a primarily social media company when Discord is a social and not media company/app. Additionally, seems like the management and leadership need to get their heads out of whatever they’re in.
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...They can start by reverting back all the recent horrible changes.
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For those of you who, like me, really enjoyed the treasure hunting aspect of the game, I've been writing some riddles and puzzles that can act as a nudge in the right direction towards armor sets that have no quest attached. Anyone who doesn't want to scour the whole map but also doesn't want to look up the exact location should definitely read on.
Misko's Treasure of the Ice I
In Hebra, find the longest lake from north to south.
The treasure waits at the water's mouth.
Fly all the way up then turn your gaze down
To find the chest with the frost-ridden crown.
Misko's Treasure of the Ice II
Allow Strock's arrow to guide you to the garb wrought with winter's wrath. The shroud is stashed in the shelter of the shining shroom.
Misko's Treasure of the Ice III
Search below the coldsnap but don't plunge and don't fall. In order to embrace the winter you must first turn your head to the spring.
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Misko's Treasure of the Inferno I
In the maw of the mount of doom
There lies a carved out room.
Should you choose to accept this quest,
Sharpen your senses to unearth the chest.
Misko's Treasure of the Inferno II
South of the salubrious springs, follow the finger affixed to the face of the mountain. Pursue the prize planted in the place to which it points.
Misko's Treasure of the Inferno III
Long ago in a land beyond time
The peak of demise loomed in its prime.
A boy known to wield a mythical sword
Became brothers with the mountain's stalwart lord.
Our kingdom immortalized the ruler's fame.
Find the crown east of the lake that now bears his name.
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Robbie's Guide to Zonaite Processing
Read through Robbie's notes carefully in order to find the Zonaite Armor:
Zonaite begins as ore in a stone deposit. The trick to mining it lies in the wrist. Penance, alas, will come due for those who do not read my instructions with great care. To make your way up from this ore is quite complicated, so put on your listening pants. Start the pesky mining process simply by whacking the deposit, and so collapse the stone. Look closely and you will find what you’re looking for.
The next step is refinery, which requires a specialized tub. This tub is heated in the front to gradually melt down the ore. The first time I tried this, I put my ore in the refinery tub and the front erupted into flame, but I’ve moved up since then. Although I always wear a protective helmet just in case. Make sure to have a light cast on the tub before loading the ore to avoid my mistake. Again, follow my instructions to the letter and you’ll be successful.
The final step is the forging process. While it is nearly impossible to get ahold of a real Zonaite forge, I landed a deal with my old friend Quince, who helped me put together a makeshift one. Quince was actually the one who brought it up in the first place! Anyways, when depositing the refined Zonaite into the forge, be sure to wear the proper chest guard to protect you from your waist all the way to your neck. Ludicrous as it may seem, it’s very important in order to ensure your safety.
Good luck, and try not to lose an arm or a leg.
-Robbie
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If anyone has any constructive criticism, needs further clues, or is able to find the armor using these, please feel free to comment. If there's enough interest in more of these I will definitely continue but based on my last few posts it seems like there might not be. Any more that I do write will be added to the post pinned on my profile. Good luck to all!

I started playing about 2-4 months ago and i was doing the slayer clues andwhen i went to the last bus location where i checked there wasnt anythink but then my controler started vibrating like crazy and i ate a flower and turned into a rabbit it was in ivite only but wasnt the plant removed? Edit:xbox one

PHYLUM SARCOMASTIGOPHORA

With over eighteen, delineate species, Sarcomastigophora (sar_komas- ti-gof_o-rah) (Gr. sarko, fleshy nine mastigo, whip nine phoros, to bear) is that the largest protozoan phylum and has the subsequent

Characteristics:

1. living thing or colonial
   
2. Locomotion by flagella, pseudopodia, or both
   
3. flora (self-nourishing), saprophagous (living in decaying organic matter), or heterotrophic (obtains energy from organic compounds)
   
4. Single style of nucleus
   
5. Amphimixis (usually)
   

PHYLUM SARCOMASTIGOPHORA

SUBPHYLUM Mastigophora

FLAGELLAR LOCOMOTION

Members of the taxonomic group Mastigophora (mas_ti-gof_o-rah) use flagella in locomotion. Flagella might manufacture two-dimensional, flagellated movements or whorled movements that push or pull the protozoan through its aquatic medium.

CLASS PHYTOMASTIGOPHOREA

The taxonomic group Mastigophora has 2 categories.
Members of the category Phytomastigophorea (fi_to-mas-ti-go-for-ee_-ah) (Gr. phytos, plant) possess pigment and one or 2 flagella. Phytomastigophoreans manufacture an outsized portion of the food in marine food webs. abundant of the element utilized in aquatic habitats comes from chemical process by these marine organisms.

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Without that horrendous bat flapping around and causing a mess for me, I'm now able to focus all of my efforts on bringing down the blinded bear colossus. It is unfortunate that I lost too many owls in the aerial battle, and that Alexa is too exhausted to help out herself, as that means I won't have any reinforcements available from them coming to Jackie’s aid any time soon. That being said, I know just the fish who might be able to make an early return in their stead.
Since they’ve been resting since the start of the battle, Selene and Hecate have been able to recuperate a bit of their mana pools already. Considering that I’m near 100% confident that it doesn’t matter how much the big bear regenerates if it can’t breathe, plus the fact that it doesn’t take too much mana just to hold some water in place, there’s not much reason to keep them benched much longer. Somehow though, I doubt it’s going to be quite that easy to take the bear colossus down. So why don’t we improve the chances of success a bit with all of this free manna I find myself currently swimming in?
Thanks to the sheer quantity of invaders Deepholm is swarming me in, I’ve got more mana to make use of than ever before, and I’d be a fool not to put it to good use. The steep requirement of having to pay 4 times the mana as any of my other scions to upgrade them is hardly an issue at this moment, so I begin the process of pouring my power into my fish. All the while, I keep an eye trained on the battle at hand, waiting for whatever it is the bear will try next. Deepholm scions don’t just meekly turn over and accept their defeat after all.
While I’m only halfway through providing upgrades to my fish scions, my caution is proven entirely warranted as the bear scion bellows its frustration and rage at the top of its lungs. Unable to proceed along a straight path due to Jackie’s constant interference, the colossus hunkers down for a moment in my lake and covers its head with its paws. Then, as soon as its eyes have had a chance to regenerate once more, it peeks out and gets a lock on my location before Jackie inevitably puts more arrows through the freshly grown eyes. This time it hardly pays the attack any mind, reaching down to its flank with those huge claws and ripping free a sizable chunk of its own flesh. With a great heave, the bear scion sent the chunk sailing through the air where it crashed with a meaty splat against the trunk of my tree.
First of all, …gross. Secondly, that bear has surprisingly good aim to be able to nail the part of my tree trunk that is perfectly in line with where my core is. Lastly, heh-heh, I’m in danger. Unable to use its sight, and no longer able to rely on the bat scion for its sonic guidance, the bear has resorted to using smell to guide its way. And what better trail to follow with one’s strong sense of smell than the stench of one’s own blood and viscera? Without a moment of hesitation, the bear scion is back on its feet, and charging forward once more.
This time, there’s truly nothing we can do to stop its advance, the bear’s nose is too big to fully destroy the bear’s sense of smell, even with Jackie’s arrows desperately blasting pieces off of it. With a tremor that I can feel throughout the entire island, the bear scion slams headfirst into the high cliffs, which only serves to daze the beast for but a moment before it starts awkwardly clambering upwards. I curse vehemently, at this rate the colossus will reach my tree before I’m done with upgrading the twins. I can cut it short and make the current upgrade the last one, but it will still take a minute or so for the twins to become accustomed to their strengthened bodies.
It doesn’t take long for the bear’s claws to scramble against the top of the cliffs, digging in for extra purchase, shortly followed thereafter by the beast’s snarling and arrow-riddled cranium. The twins have only just finished absorbing the mana from the latest upgrade, they’re not going to make it in time. It is at that moment that my saviors made their gallant entry into the fray. Cutting a swathe through the remaining army of normal invaders charged not any of my scions, but the brave surviving members of my defensive forces. Having abandoned their defensive chokepoint in the entrance cave, a combined throng of brawler bunnies and leopards led the way as my froglings and flechette-pines provided cover fire. Beside me, I can feel the consternation roll off of Giorno as he tries to keep some semblance of organization in place amidst an attack that he had most certainly not ordered.
Though our tactics have done a great deal in leveling the playing field in the battle between denizens, there are still a lot of enemies left to deal with, and this attack will only open us up to many more unnecessary casualties. Underneath his annoyed countenance however, I do detect a hint of pride in their reckless attempts to buy me more time. An attempt that certainly pays its dividends.
With a series of tremendous leaps, the brawler bunnies and leopard forces bound up to the limbs of the bear scion and begin hacking away at it with sharp claws and stone swords. They scale up the beast, slashing at every joint and every digit along the way. The colossus roars in pain and slips from the cliffside as the tendons in each limb are systematically severed time and time again. But this moment of victory comes at far too steep a cost.
When the bear scion crashes back into the lake, its sheer mass flattens dozens of my brave denizens at a time. From there it thrashes about, crushing some more of my stalwart defenders and sending others flying through the air. Not wasting the opportunity, my denizens lead the enemy scion over to the remnants of the invader army, where both sides become equally devastated by the beast’s angry flailing. I try to call my denizens back, telling them to retreat, that they’d done enough already. When that failed, I resorted to using some of my mana to make it a direct order. Retreat already! The twins are on the way, swimming around the south side of the island as we speak. There’s no need for any more of you to die!
I can feel the mana drain away as the orders take hold, but then I got a unanimous response back through Alexa’s network. Every single one of them started the retreat and then volunteered themselves to be a rearguard to help cover the escape. Even though technically they were following through with my order, not a single denizen so much as turned around or took a single step backward. They were loopholing me! Those damnable, brave, fools were refusing to leave until my scions could arrive. Who the heck taught you bastards to test the limits of the rules and look for ways to bend them in your favor anyhow!?
It took less than a minute for my twins to arrive. But it took even less time for the bear colossus to finish with its rampage. Now the only living combatants faced each other over a lake stained to the same red as the bear scion’s eyes. As a healer, Selene has seen more than her fair share of nasty injuries, as well as plenty of corpses from my previous encounters with Deepholm’s invaders. But even still, all that experience could not have prepared her for the sight of the slaughter before her. All the violent thrashing had thoroughly frothed the water of the lake, but rather than help hide the bodies below with the white foam it only served to accentuate them by clinging to whatever pieces remained above water.
It left my poor fish heartbroken. Disgust and despair raged inside her alongside a powerful wave of guilt at not recovering fast enough to be able to come to their aid in time. I know, sweetie, I know. But those denizens out there? They bought us enough time to stop any more atrocities from happening. They bet everything on you two and Jackie, and now it’s time to make sure we don’t waste a single death. All that anguish and sorrow you’re feeling? I need you to use it. Use it to hone a blade in your heart to turn against those who spread such senseless violence. It’s time to take up the second half of the saint’s job and smite down that walking calamity of a bear. And you’re not alone, Hecate is right beside you along with Jackie, and together, I know you all can do this.
Pep talk done, Hecate gives her sister a loving nuzzle under her chin before turning her hate-filled eyes to the bear scion as well. She isn’t taking kindly to all the desolation wrought by the colossus either, and is especially pissed by how upset it is making her kind-hearted twin. The white crescent moon mark on her forehead glows faintly in response to her roiling emotions, while after a few deep breaths, Selene’s black crescent moon mark does the same, her eyes now steeled in vindictive determination.
As one, they lifted a massive ball of water into the air and slammed it into the bear scion’s face, completely covering it in a matter of seconds. Meanwhile, I begin the process of funneling mana into Jackie for her own upgrades. The beast hasn’t shown any magical capacity besides its regeneration, but who knows? Maybe it has something up its sleeve that would save it from the same fate as its companion. Better safe than sorry in this case, no?
Evidently, I was correct to prepare for the backup plan, because rather than struggle against the water bubble encasing its face, the bear colossus calmly slurped the water down. The vast amounts of suction overwhelmed the amount of mana the twins could use to keep the water in place, and so it simply disappeared down the beast’s gullet with a taunting smile that seemed to say, “Thanks for the refreshing drink, I was feeling rather parched”. Not a smidge of magic was used, or needed, to easily trounce my hopes of drowning our problems away. What stood before us surely could not be described as anything but the epitome of relentless brute force, a fact which has now been hammered home rather insultingly by the defeat of my plans through lung power of all things.
With a challenging roar, the bear plowed forward while ignoring the twin’s follow up attacks. Right, plan B it is then. If we can’t suffocate him, then we’ll just have to overwhelm his regeneration with more damage than it can keep up with! In but a moment the bear scion has slammed into my cliffside and begins scaling it once more. This time, Selene and Hecate are there to stop it from making any meaningful progress, their watery slashes biting deep into flesh and disabling limbs long enough for the next attack to land. Where Hecate’s attacks strike necrosis quickly follows, seeping into the flesh until the entire mass falls off to be replaced by newly regenerated meat. Meanwhile, Selen’s strikes shine with the radiant power of her light mana, her slices digging deep through muscles, tendons, and all the way to the bones beneath.
Together they manage to keep the colossus pinned in place to the craggy wall of my island, allowing Jackie all the time she needs to hop around and unleash a torrent of her aether arrows. Rather than strike into the beast herself however, I have her shoot the cliffs themselves where she then sprouts much more massive vines than usual to grasp at the enemy scion and bind it in place. I know that the twins will run out of mana long before I can bleed this invader dry in a battle of attrition, so instead my goal here is to line Jackie up for one big shot to put an end to this colossus once and for all.
Bounding up to the top of the cliff, right over the massive head of the bear, Jackie grows the limbs of her bow out further than even its longbow form, one side planting itself firmly into the stone. With a mighty heave, she stands upon the bow’s limbs and pushes down with all the strength in her legs while hoisting up on the drawstring with her arms. A ballista-sized arrow grows into place, aimed straight down to the skull of the beast below. Through this, Jackie channels the full force of her wind aether. With my hand on her back, I speak softly to into her mind through the bond we share.
“The bigger they are, the harder they fall. Let’s do this Jackie, together!”
Through my hand I channel even more mana into Jackie than before, really packing it into her as fast as the upgrades can handle. 2 more, then 5, then 10. The power swirls around her like a maelstrom that would have left anybody else gritting their teeth to ride out the storm. But not my Jackie. As much as I pushed the mana into her, she matched me by pulling it into her control right away, weaving it into her aether flawlessly. Around the arrow tip the air began to swirl, faster and faster, like a drill turned up to turbo speeds.
This obviously did not go unnoticed by the bear scion, but it was too late for the behemoth to avoid its fate. Bound up tightly in Jackie’s vines while Selen and Hecate kept its prodigious strength locked away through their continuous onslaught. Their mana has already depleted dangerously low once again, but their combined efforts have bought us all the opportunity we need. All the enemy can do is flounder uselessly in its restraints, glaring balefully at Jackie and its impending doom.
With a boom the arrow disappears from Jackie’s bow, boring a path straight through the entire length of the bear scion and continuing deep into the ground beneath it. Jackei’s wind arrow had accelerated freely without any resistance, twisting the air in front of it out of the way and turning the space in front into a devastating drill. Meanwhile, just behind the shaft, the collapse of the resulting vacuum pushed the arrow along even faster than any projectile has ever flown before in this world.
The twisting motion of the air and the shockwaves from the collapsing vacuum bubble didn’t just serve to speed up the arrow however. Like a delayed reaction after the arrow had already sped through, I watched as a spray of blood exploded from the bear’s body, accompanied by the splash of water beneath its feet. I watched as the beast’s jaw was ripped away to hang loosely by a strip of flesh on the right side of its head. From there the arrow had traveled down into the beast’s shoulder and blazed a path all the way through its chest cavity, the aftershocks ripping the bear’s body apart and leaving its left side barely attached anymore. It looked as if some giant had cleaved its axe down the bear’s side, all the way from the shoulders to the hips.
The scion had managed to avoid an instantly fatal blow by twisting its head as far to the side as possible, but that proved to only postpone the inevitable at this point. With that much damage to the internal organs, it couldn’t hope to recover in time. We’d done it, we’d won!
Joyfully, I turned to Giorno, ready to send some mana down to Kelvin next, but what I saw froze me in my tracks. This whole battle, Giorno had been his usual calm and composed self, issuing orders and cooly commanding our forces. But now, he was trembling with a visual amount of fear, his skin blanched of all color. Thoroughly spooked, I racked my brain for anything I might have missed, but I got my answer sooner than expected.
“Kill it, kill it now! We don’t have any time, finish it before it's too late! It’s going to do something to the bear!”
Dutifully, Jackie and the twins ready their next attacks to hasten the bear scion’s demise, but something Giorno said stuck out to me. Wait, the bear is the subject of his sentence, not the object for some reason. But…, that would have to mean…
With wide eyes, I come to a dreadful realization, I never got a mana notification for the bat scion. No, no! No WAY that bastard survived, right? Feeling the sneaking march of dread closing in on my throat, I check the spot where the bat scion had crashed into my island. There it lay, wings in tatters and its chest caved in from impacting the ground, lying in a pool of its own blood. By all accounts, it appears to be dead. But that’s when I notice something off. The pool of blood is moving.
Right before my eyes, I watch as little bubbles capture air inside, and then get mixed in the blood as it slowly circulates out of the lethal wounds and then back into the bat’s body. It must have kept conscious through the crash and is now using its blood magic to just barely keep itself alive. Would that be all the bat was up to, I would have breathed a sigh of relief. But no, all around the crash were scattered splotches of fresh blood, drawn out into a foreboding set of interlocking symbols when viewed from above. The bat was casting something, using its own life as fuel. With a weak wheeze in place of a laugh, the bat scion spoke for one final time.
“Glory be to the Mountainlord. Blood Arts: Sacrifice.”
Accompanied by the ding of a new notification, I watched in horror as all the blood was forcibly wrested from the bat scion’s fresh corpse, instantly mummifying it into a dried-out husk. Then that mass of brackish liquid moved faster than it had any right to, thin tendrils shooting out from the main body quickly dragging the blob to the edge of the island. Before any of my scions could react, it had already latched onto the dying bear’s head and begun pouring itself forcibly through every orifice it could reach.
Writhing in agony at the black-red liquid shoving itself down its throat, nostrils, and eye sockets, my scions lashed into the bear’s body with as much strength as they could, but to no avail. The wounds would begin closing before their attacks could even finish, and from the bear’s torso sprouted several bloody tentacles which wrapped themselves around the dangling left side, pulling it back into place with a wet squelch. The newfound regeneration didn’t, perhaps couldn’t, stop there however. All over the colossus’s body something churned beneath its hide.
Every single muscle in the behemoth’s body squirmed as it doubled, then tripled in size, in some places rupturing the skin as it struggles to contain the roiling mass of flesh. Muscle fibers sprung from the fur like weeds sprouting out of fertile ground, twitching and flailing about looking for something to connect to, until the beast’s entire form was nothing but a bulging mass of undulating flesh vaguely shaped like a bear. From the monstrosity's head, the repaired jaw split open far wider than anything still attached to the skull should allow, revealing row after row of sharp fangs growing into place all the way down its throat.
With an unearthly screech, the monstrosity easily tore itself free of the vines and took a swipe at Jackie with its misshapen foreleg. Nobody must have told Deepholm that inflating your musculature so much is a direct reduction in flexibility however, because the blow was slow and cumbersome, allowing Jackie to easily vault backwards out of reach. But Deepholm didn’t need to care about such silly things like flexibility, or the limits of a physical body, as halfway through the swing a series of cracks could be heard as the bear monstrosity’s muscles broke every single bone in its arm, causing it to suddenly stretch out on just the muscles and ligaments, increasing in speed as the limb turned into an impromptu flesh whip tipped with giant claws.
Caught completely by surprise, Jackie could only try to form a hasty shield of roots with her life aether, but the abomination’s claws sundered it with ease, cleaving through her bow, then her arm, and finally raking across her torso. My girl hit the ground, hard, and didn’t get back up. Meanwhile, the twins were still desperately flinging any kind of attack they could think of at the bear horror, all to no avail. This affront to nature had such strong regeneration now that nothing in their repertoire could hope to leave any lasting damage.
With thundering steps, the abomination practically oozed up onto my island, all four legs standing firmly upon my territory for the first time. A few steps brought it close enough to brush up against my trunk, and then it sunk its claws deep into the bark and tore a ginormous chunk of wood free. As easily as tearing apart cardboard, Deepholm’s monstrosity began to dig its way deeper and deeper towards my sanctum, and inevitable destruction. From beside my core, a loud snap rang out as the inspector’s white-knuckle grip finally crushed the handle of her kanabo.
“Damn it all, I can’t just sit here and let this happen! I have to–”
Whatever she was about to say was cut off as she took her first step forward, weapon raised with the intent to join the fray. Instantly she was beset by floating swords made of light on all sides, not even given enough time to swear before they all plunged into her body. With a gasp Lydia fell to the floor, covered in wounds. She’d managed to use her ki to shift the trajectory of enough blades away from her vital organs, but she was still grievously wounded and wouldn’t be doing any fighting any time soon.
In what felt like no time at all, the fleshy abomination had reached the final bit of wood separating me from the outside world. With a psychic scream of determination, Leonardo charged forth, combining his life and kinetic affinities to try and brace that final barrier, but his efforts were carelessly brushed aside as the bear’s claws crashed through anyways, collapsing a pile of splinted timber down upon my peaceful crafter. From above and behind, Alexa had joined the twins in trying to drag the enemy scion back, but with barely a sliver of mana left between the three of them, they were little more than flies buzzing uselessly through the air to it.
Fully exposed to the outside world for the first time since my birth into this world, I was now face to face with the monstrosity as it raised its claws for one final strike. But oddly, all the fear and terror that had frozen me still before was utterly absent. I couldn’t even focus on the looming mountain of death in front of me, nor on the panicked shrieks of my scions as they struggled to the last. Rather, my gaze fell upon the prone form of the very first scion I had designated. My strongest defender, and the most earnest girl you would ever meet. With my focus beside her, I could tell that my brave girl was just barely hanging onto life, but she wouldn’t last long at this rate. Every shaky breath was accompanied by a wave of anguish washing over the bond.
Even without a proper physical form, I knelt beside her and gathered her up into one final embrace. I’m so sorry Jackie. The UI might call you guys scions, but truthfully you have all been a family to me, right from the start. I never had one, back in my previous life, so I know I must have messed up so many times, in so many ways. But even still, I had a blast getting to know each and every one of you, wishing for each day to stretch into infinity so I could enjoy our time together forevermore. But I’ve failed you, I’ve failed you all. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a life full of happier days, and I hope whatever comes in the next life, you can forgive me.
“You’ve been the best daughter I could have ever asked for. I love you.”
Jackie PoV
Everything hurts. My ears won’t stop ringing, and everything around me is moving in super slow motion. Through blurry eyes, I can see my arm lying just out of reach, still clutching my bow tightly, well, half of it anyways. Further away, I can see the blurry shape of the gross thing from Deepholm tearing its way through Mama’s tree. The twins and Alexa were swooping around behind it, but there was no stopping the beast anymore. Pain throbbed through my chest, my heart heavy as it slowly pumped my blood out onto the ground.
I’d failed, again. Right when it mattered most. Some huntress I’d turned out to be. Sure I was able to handle the regular invaders, but against every enemy that ever posed a serious threat, I’d been beaten every time. When I first lost to Miss Lydia, it hadn’t been so bad. Mama told me to learn from it and grow stronger for next time. I’d been useless too against those water birds on the first day. So I trained, and then I trained and I trained and I trained some more. Till the calluses on my paws were bleeding, I practiced every day.
For some reason Mama didn’t like that though, so she forced me to take breaks pretty regularly after that. At first, it felt like she didn’t have faith that my efforts would help with anything, but that feeling faded pretty quickly. She’d always have a bowl of those red fruits she calls strawberries ready for me by her core. Then when I would get settled in beside her and begin munching on the sweet fruit, she would tell me unbelievable stories about the world she remembers from her past life.
Apparently, her old world had jackalopes too, or at least stories of them. Mama says they supposedly had lightning in their veins they could move so fast. Lightning! The big flashes in the sky that make the air go boom. That stuff! The jackalopes from Mama’s world must be really amazing if they could do that. Nervously, I asked her a bit more about it, feeling rather inadequate by comparison, but she ended up talking too much about how technically lightning is in every living creature, but just really really small amounts of it? And something even more confusing about something called eel-ektons that makes it charge based on if they’re in a good mood or not?
Mama does that a lot, going off on tangents about difficult subjects for a long period of time, but even though I couldn’t understand most of it, it is nice just to sit back and listen to her speak. Eventually, she would always notice her rambling, and swap to asking me questions instead. I felt really proud when she asked me so much about my experience training with ki, and later on aether as well. She’d always thank me for my hard work, and for helping her figure out how things work in this world. It made me happy to think that Mama needed me, and that all my efforts were slowly paying off.
And it really felt like I had been improving too! I’d wrangled all the rowdy brawlers into line, and chased off that group of novices. But then that big flying scion came and knocked me out of the fight before I could even tell it was coming. Kelvin was barely a few days old and he had to handle that nasty bat all on his own! And despite all the work I put into developing my aether, I then lost to Miss Lydia again right after that. It felt like I was stuck in place, running as hard as I could but never getting anywhere with it. I did my best to hide it from Mama since she’s so perceptive, but it really hurt.
And now, even after all the faith and strength Mama poured into me, I’d still managed to let her and everybody else down. They’re all going to die, because of me. I’m not sure which is worse at this point, the pain from my injuries or the pain from my failures washing over me. I watched through bleary eyes as the gross bear tore open the deepest part of the tree, and revealed Mama’s core for all the world to see. It’d been a few weeks since our last break together, so when I saw the soft green glow of Mama’s core, it stirred up a weird mix of relief and regret in my heart. I’d missed that comforting glow, but also the only reason I could see it now is because I’d doomed it to oblivion.
Grief filled me up to the brim, and all I could do is wordlessly apologize over and over again.
To my surprise, however, I could feel her presence nearby, and that comforting warmth brushed aside my apologies to fill our bond with light instead. I don’t get it, why is she here? Why is she focusing on me, when the enemy is literally right in front of her core, staring her down? Why is she wasting her time on me when I can barely even move anymore?! And even if I could, we both know I would just let her down some more. So why, why does it feel like I’m back by her side, listening to her tell stories at length, feeling so comfy and secure?
“I……ry….J..ki”
Go on, go! Leave already and focus on someone else, maybe they have a chance to save you, to fix things. Haven’t I failed you enough? I, I can’t do anything but disappoint you. I…I can’t be like the jackalopes from your stories Mama. I’m not good enough for that. I’m sorry.
“..b..en….f…….to me……..t…….ro……sta…”
Despite shoving my weakness, my numerous defeats and doubts to the front and finally showing Mama everything I’d tried to keep hidden from her through the bond, absolutely nothing changed. If anything, the feeling of closeness only increased and that warm feeling wrapped me up even tighter, never wavering for a moment. For a moment, the ringing in my head subsided, but my eyes must still be playing tricks because I thought I could see a bunch of golden sparkles floating in the air around me, forming the vague outline of a person with her arms wrapped around me. The next words came through confidently and clearly, and finally put a name to the feeling I always felt when Mama’s attention was on me.
“I love you.”
…Why? When I’ve already let you down so many times, when you’re about to die because of me…why spend your last moments on this worthless rabbit who couldn’t save anything? The bond held no answers for me, only that same persistent warmth, refusing to relent for so much as a moment. Over in the tree, the bear monster had raised its claw into the air, readying the final strike that would take Mama away for good. A few tears slipped free from my eyes and dropped down to join the blood at my feet. Belatedly, I realized that at some point I must have stood up, but that doesn’t really matter right now.
In fact, standing there, basking in the feeling of being wrapped up in Mama’s love, it felt like a lot of things didn’t matter. My doubts, my fear of not being good enough, and the pain of being proven right. It all felt like wisps of smoke being carried away on the wind. They scattered against the constant reinforcement pouring out from the bond, powerless before it. She’d seen all of my shortcomings, witnessed every downfall, and yet this was always her response. Yellow sparks crackled through my fur, and larger arcs of energy began to flicker back and forth between the branches of the antlers on my head.
Slowly, all the world began to fall away. The ground beneath my feet, the stench of death hanging upon the wind, even the tree itself, along with the slow-motion bear scion bringing its claws down for the kill. There was just me, and there in the distance, the light of Mama’s core, calling me home like a beacon. Under her light, I remembered the simple truth that Mama has always seen and understood so much more than me, guiding me as best she could and celebrating both my success and failures alongside me. For this moment in time, all those complicated and difficult subjects stopped being important. All those times spent hoping I could measure up to the lofty heights she spoke about seemed a silly waste of time. All I had to do was stop trying to become something else. Maybe, just maybe, I was already everything that Mama could see in me, and I just hadn’t realized it yet.
I crouch down low to the ground, those strange sparks increasing in intensity, coiling inside of me like a power I never knew I had. My ears and paws were starting to char black from all the energy flowing through me, but I didn’t feel a thing. After all, none of that mattered. With a mighty leap, I left the feeling of solid earth behind. Wait for me just a little longer, ok Mama? I’m coming to your side.
Blood flash-boiled.
Flesh charred into shattered lumps of charcoal.
Bones fragmented and caved under the tremendous forces at play.
Jackie never got to experience the joy where in this, her latest challenge to a race between herself and the sound carried along through the air, the wind finally lost.
Neither did she get to see how, for the first time in its life, the bear scion’s body was lifted fully up off of the ground and flung to the side like gravity had suddenly reversed its direction.
But perhaps..., someday, there would come a time when she’s relaxing with a bowl of those delectable strawberries once more, and she’ll get to listen to Mama’s voice as she regales her with another one of her wild stories. A story where one little rabbit made all the difference in the world, and through her actions did save the day. Now wouldn’t that be nice?
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Author Notes://
Here it is, the big one! I've had this chapter in mind since before I even started writing this story. In fact, it's what made me say fuck it, I'm gonna try writing it out and see what happens. Sorry again for the long delay on this chapter, I didn't want to split it into anything smaller, so it ended up pretty long. Also, yay! First scion PoV, just like you guys wanted right? xD
I hope you enjoyed reading this part, and I'll see you all again next time for the final conclusion to the Deepholm Arc.

Heyyy I know it’s been awhile, I feel really bad about how we left things and I wanted to apologize. You matter to me, I don’t want you to forget that.
I wanted to write this to you in hopes that an auburn glow warms the hardened crevices of your face again, a strawberry milkshake blends your stomach, and that your frozen tears ripple with impulsive cannon balls. I want that for you. A frozen statue imposed in your place in the halls and your hands have maintained the ordered timbre of a reliable mower buried in work. The oil and sweat is nice but you have to let something grow sooner or later. I’m sure you’re feeling lonely, y’know we can’t be separated forever.
Remember when we spilled our guts like water on a house plant? You shattered but we always got you a new home. I hoped the arrangement I gave you would be the last. A couple marigolds and snapdragons wear a ribbon that tells you to keep your head up high. But we both know you can’t, we uprooted in grief and left the past buried. I gave you the prescribed remedy of 50 milligrams of insulating fertilizer so lofts so much now I can’t help but miss the sound of your voice.
We shared the same pair of eyes, you were always the romantic one. My cottage core gossip carried your giggles up when you were stuck in the mud, my still observation steadied your green thumbs. A strategic peppermint salted the iced path where you flourished. Your foolish optimism is dearly missed.
I’m just not the same without you, a Gemini pair of jokers. Two sides round out the same coin that’s plagued by an ace in the hole and a tail in the grave. You were a foil to my shine and being the better blade of our double edged sword makes a slay more castrated than play. A dull boy who left his axe out in the winter. Without you I'm left to let-pay feinted facers, just say-we’re better together. I’m not here to cut your head off.
Omg Ik ur busy but I have to tell you some tea
Those old ivies you planted are growing around that dying tree. It’ll get cut down sooner or later, I thought you might wanna know. Spider moved out of the Willow. I heard they’re both devastated. I guess life does that to you, right when you want to get settled in some belligerent blade tags the best bark. I saw a girl dancing with a marigold in her hair, I swear it sung from seasons past. I guess I should quit the conjecture. I wanted you to remember the pollinated impressions that permeate old hearts and flowers. You were being honest, I do care too much about being right.
Hey, I also wanted to apologize. I know how much she meant to you. Normally you’re the reckless one but I only saw her brightest colors and let you see the darkest. Your burial in a clay coffin cloaks from the cold, the salt, and whatever else she’ll say. I get it. I’m the one who told you “You should get to know flowers, they make a house a home. You need a home right now, winter is coming soon.” You don’t need to cut your ear off. I hear you. I’m sorry sparks flew before a storm but I’m sure you at least saw the forecast. I guess you didn’t see it because she was all of the things you left behind. A Sunday crossword, a stuffed dinosaur, a bowl of sugary cereal. She was a Saturday morning blessing. Pure magic, everywhere she glowed, sunlight followed every step. She was your missing half whose absence was marked by a starry night. Sincerest condolences.
You wanted forever but we both know you wouldn’t have gotten there. I told you that sunflowers get easily distracted, that they wander to the sun past your eyeline. She followed the sun into the horizon then left you on your coldest nights. I tried to warn you, a sunflower turns away out of habit.
What did you expect from a goofy little fruit? A person so sweet they hum to the tune of sunlight, almost as if no one noticed how her roots wrap around the ground. Coincidentally lain about in an act of effortless beauty that just so happens to be on display for you. The deal is one sided. The soil is staked and occupied. She’s not in a position to support or trust right now, just like I told you.
Maybe I’m harsh :/ still love u tho <3
Maybe she did too. Your green eyes paint a pale self portrait but maybe it wasn't so bad. She gave you sunflower seeds, she crocheted glistening memories out of nothing. Remember when you saw her sunbathing last summer? She looked so happy. You didn’t want her to get cold so you left the door open, she trailed some dirt but you didn’t mind. You were too busy watching the rain together; you would’ve done anything for her.
I guess that's when the sky shattered and time stopped. The sound of water crushing away nature’s grays and baptizing the mulch covered us like a blanket. Books and baubles blocked your peripherals and she was the apple of your eye. Her head laid heavy on your shoulder as she ranted about something silly as a smiling atlas guides your future. The weight of your world was enough to carry, I guess she didn't think so.
Where does Atlas go without the world? Shot into the empty void? You couldn’t survive without me. Honestly you should be grateful I kept you grounded. you’re no Atlas, you couldn’t carry the weight and buttress the fair flower. Maybe a better you is buried in my backyard; if you’re buried in my backyard maybe it’s for a good reason. Sometimes I think you’re better at decomposing, she made that clear. She handed me the shovel and you were happy to go. You’re the part we left together.
Your favorite was sunflowers. You used to love how tall they are, how their pronounced stem dances subtly to a breeze, how rounded seeds were focused but not blind. Her animated roots tango danced tangled threads in a tread through a cold world. I bet you were in awe of her casual beauty weren't you? I bet you loved her didn’t you? I remember when you’d eat sunflower seeds by the barrel before you ever actually saw one. Too bad you did. I’m so sorry you found one and it was everything you ever hoped. I’m so sorry YOU blocked the sun. I don’t feel bad for you and I'm NOT going to apologize.
You do that, you don’t listen. You wander to the pasture and then use your tears and petals as ink. Like it was ever that dramatic, your lenses are tinted in pastel. How could you not remember marigold memories of people you cared too little about. The world is too big and too green to revolve around you and someone else. You are a parasite to their ecosystem. You are seconds away from a trowel cutting you off. The dirt you stand on is too good for you. You have no right to make me feel bad.
The early bird gets the worm? Birdbrained. Did you ever stop to notice the flowers? No! You’re moving so fast that you’d rather dig your outstretched head in the sand than stop and think about what you did wrong. You’d think if you were flying you’d actually have some perspective. I can’t believe how selfish you’re being, I still need you in my life.
You love sunflowers more than the sun. But you’re irresponsible and nonsensical if you don't rip Cupid’s arrow out again. I used to want to be like you but you got shot in the knee and I stand above you. I hope nature finds it right for you to sprout from your casket and grow green and bright, and I hope I don’t have to dig you out kicking and screaming.
P.S. I am sorry I’m such a cynical asshole, maybe we can be friends again <3
Sincerely,
Your better half

My* betta fish is at the bottom of his new tank breathing heavily.
I've scoured the internet to figure out why my* betta is acting this way. aquarium source dot com said that action needs to be taken as fast as possible, yet we just put him into a new tank, so I wouldn't think the issue would be "ammonia poisoning, nitrate poisoning, or hot temperatures." source. The water is by far the cleanest he has ever lived in, the temperatures are at a good level by my understanding, (the heater was preset with the aquarium, we bought something like the 'premium fluval betta tank'.) The only thing I'd guess it could be is that the person who helped us at a locally owned and expertly ran aquarium store said to just put him in asap, still letting him acclimate to the water from the previous tank (we put him in the bag we bought our live plants from, with the water from the old tank, and then sat the bag in the water of the new tank to acclimate him.) I know and the guy who helped us said usually it's good to let the water and filter start to work itself out for 4-5 days, but considering his previous living conditions, (almost too embarrassing to share but I'll say: no heater, no filter, and one snail.) We were advised to put him in asap. Sorry I'm repeating myself haha.
Any clue on what he could be suffering from and how to help?
He is sitting at the bottom of the tank, not hiding himself, near some rocks (we also bought from the store.) Laying on the substrate. Flapping his top small fin/wing every so often, not looking like it's straining on him to do so. Additionally, more rarely he will dart around seeming energized, but that lasts just a few seconds.
any help would be greatly appreciated!
also my* cuz this isn't actually my betta, but is the betta of a close family member.

I’ve only recently started getting into cryptic crossword clues, and one of the games I play has what appears to be a series of clues (with no answer value given). I was wondering if anyone knew what the answers should be, and if the few answers I have would be correct? The issue is the text was given in an 18x18 grid with no values or punctuation. I believe it’s a clue per line but could be mistaken. I’ve done my best to try but I’m really no good yet. Some words may be wrong, like it could be “soul tra” or “most lyadep”. The string in the quotes is an entire line, I believe I’ve cut the words up where they’re intended to be, but maybe one of you will see something I haven’t. Thanks in advance!

• “Beware the acid rages” (I made it ‘search’ but not confidently, the letters are there in ‘the acid rages’ and to ‘beware’ features various forms of ‘to look’. Maybe ‘seethe’?)
  
• “Scour vent and employ”
  
• “A fury engage gloater” (I don’t have an answer for this but I understand ‘fury’ can be ‘rage’ or ‘ire’, and I believe ‘engage’ is the operator to put some letters into the other word. I just couldn’t make anything fit)
  
• “Spur greeds downfall” (Urge?)
  
• “Basest Jealousy find” (Lousy)
  
• “Ten thoughts of above”
  
• “All themed in disgust” (Gist? All themed, letters in disgust)
  
• “Time make dead cheats” (dated?)
  
• “Ousted relic so ultra” (no idea but ousted is in the end words too)
  
• “Imposters of the deep”
  
• “Ruffians mostly adep” (Funfair? It’s all I could make)
  
• “Loss ur ricketty ship” (Not a clue)
  
• “Have you lasted out or” (Staled?)
  
• “Sensed toxic seas sixs”
  
• “Ye heart serving part” (Hearty?)
  
• “Thou ready taxed gold” (Levied? Live and taxed. Tbh I don’t know why I felt that was it)
  
• “For they are Hexapods” (Protura, Pro=For, type of insect group “they are”)
  
• “and rottenly vicious” (Viciously?)
  

At 35 I’ve finally decided to make an attempt at growing something, but I haven’t the faintest clue about any of this and want to start easy. In the little research I’ve done though I’m having trouble committing to what would work in Seattle’s climate.
Our weather isn’t quite as one-note as outsiders like to believe. Yes we often get daily drizzles and lots of cloud cover from October to March, but it’s actually extremely dry and sunny from June to August often with no rain for a several weeks. We also tend to get 1-2 weeks of freezing temps with snow each winter, and 1-2 weeks of scorching 90+ F temps in the summer. But it seems like anything that can handle hot, dry summers also hates cold, wet winters and vice versa.
So my question is this… what would you recommend as some easy plants and setups for a total novice to get started with that can handle the oscillating climate here? (And is preferably non-toxic to dogs.)

Spoiler alert: This article discusses all plot points from the first 10 episodes of Season 4 of “Manifest.”
This is a quote from this article https://variety.com/2022/tv/news/manifest-season-4-explained-zeke-dead-love-triangle-angelina-fate-1235423060/
I'm personally totally satisfied with the ending but I know that some people felt they need more answers. Interestingly the writer did try to answer everything. I wonder if folks watch it back if they will find the answers they're looking for.
"It’s been very important to me from the get-go that we make a good faith effort to speak to every hanging chad. I’m well-aware of the criticism that other shows that have come before me have received for closing the loop on Easter eggs that are planted in early seasons of a show. There were a number of shows that came after “Lost” that didn’t go the distance, and a number of them were accused of just kind of planting Easter eggs, but then leaving them dangling and going off in a bunch of different directions. I said to myself when I set out to create this show, “That’s not going to be us. If we don’t make it, we don’t make it. But that’s not going to be the reason why.”
We’ve been very careful in our writers’ room to pay very close track of every clue that we put out there in the world. Whether it was a character, whether it was a piece of scripture from the Bible or another source, whether it was a piece of artwork. When we got the glorious news that we had 20 more episodes, one of the first things that we did in the writers’ room is we sat down and we have a very extensive show bible, where we’ve kept inventory of every character or every piece of mythology. We went through and we said, “OK, how are we going to address this? How are we going to address this?”
We have tried our damnedest to incorporate every single last nugget in these 20 episodes, and I think we’ve succeeded. Social media will let me know after 20 episodes if we succeed, and I hope we did. I look forward to finding out."