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I have a black car service and transport people between the Orlando airport and Disney World.
The other day I was dropping off customers at one of the Disney resorts. I pulled up to the main lobby and parked my vehicle where the employee instructed me to park.
I got out of the vehicle and the employee watched me unload my customers bags and then was swiping their credit card on my phone to collect payment when the employee asked me to move my car. I responded with “give me a few seconds” and next thing I know the employee got in my vehicle and drove off with it and moved it to a different spot about 50-60 feet away.
I questioned the employee about this and told them they didn’t have my permission to take possession of my vehicle and her response was that they can do that and do it all the time.
How can this possibly be legal? Operating a vehicle without the owners permission is by definition car theft. Does the employee have the right to take possession of my property just because it’s on the publicly accessible areas of their property?

REP
Can also check me out on hardwareswap and mechmarket for confirmed swaps.
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Hello everyone. I (29M) am auditing the trauma-laden relationship with my DID wife (29F) after another bout of unwanted cheating. We are hypermonogamists. To us, infidelity is a sacrilegious violation of Love. Alas, my wife has Dissociative Identity Disorder and some alters are hellbent on reenacting trauma with abuser substitutes. Yes, the DID is diagnosed by a trauma specialist, not Dr. Google. To differentiate from her alters, I will refer to Her True Self as Wifey.
I tracked the cheating history by writing this behemoth of a post and did my best to connect dots between childhood trauma and modern consequences. I hope that the community’s outside perspectives can spot things to which we are still blind, provide advice, or give any input that might aid our situation. All opinions welcome. I will access them carefully.
Please note that I have a Dismissive-Avoidant attachment style, and my psychologist noted C-PTSD. I also have DID but unlike my wife, I worked long enough to achieve co-consciousness, internal cooperation, and current dormancy in my alters. My True Self is finally in command. We ran out of therapy money before my wife could address her own issues, hence online communities are our last resort until savings build up again.
#OUR TRAUMATIC CHILDHOOD ORIGINS
I was raised and abused by my narcissist grandmother for 25 years due to her orchestrating a rift between Mom and I (topic for another post). Her 16yo son aka my uncle sexually abused both my wife and I from infancy. In my case he had daily access. For my wife, it was because our fathers and my uncle were a trio of scum.
Despite the uncle link, I didn’t meet Wifey till age 3. She was dancing under a sprinkler and noticed my stare. Lightning hit us the second our eyes met and we breathlessly ran over to announce the mutual BOOM. After that, we were inseparable. At age 4 I proposed, she agreed, and we shared our first kiss. Adorable? No. We didn’t know how to be kids—due to sex abuse and grandma teaching us adult concepts, we related as boyfriend-girlfriend way too early and began playing the game ‘naked stuff’. Nothing beyond this first connection is purely innocent.
Soon after our romantic friendship started, my wife was groomed into nightly ‘special love’ with my uncle, laying a foundation of unfaithfulness towards me. When the ‘other boyfriend’ dumped her at 6, infatuation spiked and led to 9 years of cartwheels to regain his desire. Between that and my grandmother worshipping him, I competed for both women’s hearts by copying uncle into synonymity. I even used his playlists for dates and sex, believing that I am only worthy of love if I am him.
During and after my uncle’s abuse, my wife’s pedo father raped her too. I am loathed to call this BDSM given that he never abided by Safe, Sane, Consensual, but what he inflicted is BDSM activity. By age 5, he was trafficking his daughter and forced me to watch the rapes plus participate in sadism until I started doing it of my own accord. I was taught that boys are supposed to do this to girls, because they are girls. I didn’t know vanilla sex exists till age 11, at which point we finally shared positive intimacy—this formed the bedrock of what we are striving to build in adulthood. Alas, the learned fetishes persisted for years.
Meanwhile, my narcissist grandmother tormented me daily and brainwashed my wife to mimic her opinions, mannerisms, approaches, etc., thereby producing a mini-me alter and adding layers to our trauma bond. That alter learned toxic views on women (they exist to serve men) and pro-adultery, as the Narc preyed on committed guys for the fun of causing break-ups, obtained her husband by homewrecking, and caught a married lover long before grandpa died. As teens we were actually ghostwriters and phone sex assistants for that affair, obstructing critical stages in our own relationship.
Throughout this, Love existed. No one but her made me feel Loved, Seen, Heard, Safe, Certain. Moreover, me and Wifey expressed authentically only to each other, providing an oasis for Our True Selves to develop untarnished. We mutually soothed our demons, inspired creativity, and entertained one another. Teen Wifey also proved my angel. She endured hell to guide me out of darkness and prevented suicide attempts. Without her, I would be in prison or dead. At 23 we married in hopes of becoming wholesome and slowly inched toward that goal.
For Wifey’s wellbeing, I spent 2015-2022 deprogramming my BDSM porn addiction, fetishes, and toxic attitudes about women. Only last year I comprehended healthy relationships in concept. I think it is a beautiful way to live but it unnerves me as well. We also realized that vanilla D/s is our true preference, and we are highly compatible as a team. There is potential for absolute Paradise, but many issues still need to be overcome (communication struggles, ignoring Wifey for eons while she waits for me to interact again, etc.). The infidelity is my current focus. Here goes the trauma-fuelled history of online cheating.
#UNCLE SUBSTITUTE EXPLOITS HER
Wifey has 7 alters. Some self-harm, some climb out windows, some rabidly scratch me or shriek enough for police to arrive, but the most annoying is that 9yo girl imprinted on my uncle. She always pines to get him back—which she finally did, in proxy form: AP1 (Affair Partner 1).
May 19th, 2022, my wife met a 31yo ‘virgin’ on Facebook who sucked her in via sob stories. While extracting info on her alters and rapes, AP1 made her a sex-ed teacher. Her confidence flourished. I had no concerns given my rock-solid trust in Wifey. Little did I know the 9yo alter was having an emotional affair of unrequited ‘love’. AP1’s eerie similitude in looks / job / zodiac / vibe / pedo streak made him an ideal projection, especially given how much Uncle 2.0 lavished the alter. He was her dream come true. Looking back, I invited this situation by depriving Wifey of attention for too long. She needs regular interaction with me to stay Her True Self.
Anyways, Wifey believed the hours spent texting / on the phone were recharging her desire for ‘me’. We were yet to understand that ‘me’ meant ‘uncle’, as the two were blended. I started feeling off, but kept trusting her. After all, she had befriended two FB guys in 2021 who stayed platonic (only now we recognize them as lighter emotional affairs). Besides, grandma taught me that getting randomly sidelined or devalued is ‘just the way things are’.
After 3 weeks of grooming, AP1 triggered my wife, fully infiltrating her subconscious. She fearfully hid from him for 2 days, then tried to end the friendship on June 8th. AP1 derailed the goodbye into engaging topics, followed by traumatic content that methodically wore her down into an aroused trance. Once he hit the trigger jackpot, her alter seized control and delved into 6 hours of abuse reenactment sexting, audio clips, nudes, unholy “I love yous”, etc. while Wifey’s undercurrent of extreme stress induced miniature heart attacks—this caused permanent damage. Once Wifey woke up and saw what transpired, a female FB friend moved mountains to prevent her guilt-ridden suicide. She desperately wanted to die.
Later, I walked into the room expecting nothing unusual. Instead, tear-stricken wife fell to her knees, grabbed my leg and frantically confessed sexting, giving away our gif collection and using terms sacred to us. The heartbreak annihilated me. While consoling her, I struggled to swallow reality: the ONE PERSON I thought would never break my trust, just shattered it. Another dude just stole MY wife. Long before I learned that my old rival (uncle) was the motive, I felt triggered.
Many talks / meltdowns ensued between us and Mom. 48 hours later, the alter cheated again (June 10th) while we thought Wifey was snoozing. AP1 had unlocked an oil spill of traumatic arousal, hence it took seconds to induce the marathon, this time centred on BDSM. AP1 then instructed the alter to give him first dibs every day—the Husband can only get sloppy seconds. Once he left, she ran over to Mom announcing that her boyfriend is going to marry her (old fantasy about my uncle) in a jarringly American voice (Wifey is Francophone). This unmasked DID as the cheating engine and introduced us to a previously-unknown alter.
Once awake, Wifey plunged into catatonic shock and depression. We all supported Wifey grieving AP1’s sick exploitation and processing why she succumbed. I never got a chance to focus on myself amid the revolutionary insights, plus Mom and I kept scrambling to stop that alter before she obeyed the “sext me daily” command that would only retraumatize her further. We also discovered AP1 is a predator who targets mentally-ill wives in addition to little girls. That vulture has a thing for the most vulnerable forbidden fruit.
Realizing the insidious influence made Wifey hyperfocus on Our Marriage. She was outraged that AP1 dared invade us and texted him revocations of love, condemnations for “raping her while drunk” and tried to hammer the sanctity of Marriage into his snide mug. We banded together against my uncle’s spectre and felt in-tune as a couple. Therapy sessions were scheduled. Had this continued, Our Love would be detoxed and stronger than ever. Alas, a parasitic distraction sapped its power 6 days later.
#GRANDMOTHER TRAUMA BOND INTERFERES
My wife kept shutting down during intimacy due to intrusive memories of AP1, plus an urge to blot out the existence of non-abusive sex. Her alters were clinging to my uncle’s ‘style’. She quickly realized that AP1 had stained sex and rendered her numb to me. She was distraught.
When my wife sought advice on June 16th, 2022, her friend (also abused) nabbed the chance to confess a bewildering lesbian crush. This shock activated the trauma bond with my grandmother and prompted another alter affair. She declared that a bit of lesbianism will cure our intimacy problem. At first, I laughed it off. Then therapy was cancelled, my savings were spent on gifts, and I realized that my wife’s #heart# was stolen in addition to sex drive. A Facebook woman had burglarized my one remaining stronghold.
Given how romantic it was, I felt replaced, invisible, abandoned (childhood themes). It sliced and diced me, particularly since my wife blinded herself to my pain no matter how I pushed her to see it (grandmother theme). My wife cried that she wants us both and can’t choose—no wonder, since she was unknowingly reliving a childhood scenario where emotional incest with my grandmother accompanied and influenced Our Love.
I was clueless about this. To me, it seemed a heart-crushing romantic affair. Being a hypermonogamist forced into polyamory is indescribable. On June 23rd, I ranted at AP2 for stealing the Love of My Life and decided on suicide even if I’m hellbound—Heaven means nothing sans my wife. Panicked AP2 called the cops. Mom convinced the officers that it was a false alarm, knowing that I would try to get shot. Wifey was unrecognizably hollow while comforting me. I fell asleep in bitter tears, her hand numbly wiping them away.
My bitterness began erupting while teary wife insisted this is a mission. She swore to end the affair as soon as she solves the ‘mysteries of sudden lesbianism’. I refused to support it. Our fights incited a fullblown manifestation of my AFib and worsened heart issues for my wife. Daily vomiting turned her into skin-and-bones. We nearly died, which would have caused the suicide of My Mom and AP2. Poor Mom already suffered intense health issues from this affair. She adores us both. Our vitriol devastated her.
Eventually I put my wife’s happiness above my own and let her go: if she is meant to come back to me, she will. I spent another month in living death. Surprisingly, Wife kept her promise. She discovered that the emotional incest with mother figures in both her and AP2 caused them to ‘fall in love’. The alters tied to my grandmother lost their grip, the affair ended (August 13th), and Love for me flooded back.
Wifey returned a matured woman: more Self-Aware, rational, and opposed to adultery than ever. I fell in Love with her vibrancy. Meanwhile, AP2 became our mutual best friend, an invaluable source of epiphanies for my healing too, and the biggest supporter of Our Love. Turns out that we all share near-identical trauma plus share common interests. As a result, I felt gratitude for this affair. Short-term suffering reaped long-term blessings.
#A STRAINED AFTERMATH
AP1 continued to highjack our sex life. The conscious resurrection of my uncle in my wife’s psyche permanently split him and I into two men and revealed the sexual imprint. Between bringing that into her awareness and the various desecrations, AP1 vandalized her. Damn the timing! We were on the verge of a sex life free from trauma!
We lived in tension despite Loving efforts, and I struggled to overcome the sense that my mate is tainted. I put the bedroom on hold until these stains were purified, and figured it was best not to impose myself until the alter stops craving Uncle 2.0. For months I patrolled my turf obsessively while screaming inside. Did my best to remember that Wifey never betrayed me—these are only echoes of the past wrecking havoc in modern day.
TRANSCENDING THE CHEATING
Fast forward a year since the two affairs. I was working on Self-development and finally grieving my grandmother trauma. My wife started reflecting deeper on infidelity and had epiphanies:

1. Everything that she finds attractive and attributed to my uncle belongs to me (e.g., I’m the analytical nerdy poet surrounded by books—he’s the robotic, stuffy tech fanatic).
2. I am her real dreamboat, projected onto the pedo worshipped by her idol (my grandmother) instead of vice versa. She actually Loves me MORE as I gain authenticity.

AP1 displacing me as the substitute proved a vital liberation. My wife gained clarity because he took the entire uncle projection onto himself. That also made me shed residual mimicry. Her sex alters went dormant and True Wife was eager to rediscover Her Husband directly.
During Our Anniversary (mid-April), True Wife was a trembling ball of remorse and begged for an impromptu vow renewal. Her turn was a meltdown of apologies and fervent promises to never forsake Our Love again. She convinced me of her redemption, especially after rejecting FB dudes in her inbox while posting wishes to me. Hope was rebuilt. We seemed en route to healing. One problem: we still didn’t have sex.
#ABUSER CONDITIONING RETALIATES
Avoiding sex since the cheatings was incredibly stupid. I didn’t realize that her alters, though dormant, felt owned by my uncle because I never reclaimed her. AP1 factory-reset my wife’s sexuality. The healthy things needed reinstallation before it was safe for her to face old trauma. My failure to do that made alters restless and our reconciliation was seen as a challenge to her fortified abuse programming. This was the worst time for my wife to post in a rape support sub.
In minutes the DM creeps descended and my wife met a pedophile whose way of abusing little girls woke the alters. My wife was in denial about the risk and texted me: “The affairs revealed truth about my alters and abuse. This man too. I gain awareness about my trauma as I tell it to him and understand more why pedophiles hurt us. I shall make sure it does not get personal. It is not a real affair. I am just researching.”
My heart was pounding but I tried to trust that she will stay within (barely tolerable) boundaries. NOPE. A mere 38 days after vowing never to betray me, her alter pleaded the pedophile to describe what he would do to 6-year old her. He whet her appetite with a partially-fulfilling fantasy before ghosting. Wifey entered a bizarre state of autopilot.
Inexplicably, she contacted a BDSM Redditor who is a known sanity risk, solicited him for sexting, then prayed for him not to respond. When he did, she felt scared shitless and obligated to describe her old tortures (as he commanded). The guy proceeded to demolish my wife’s barriers until she started craving her father’s tortures. The moment she called him “Master”, it was over for me.
I shut down and observed the trainwreck, feeling no sympathy. My wife invited all this shit and made a conscious choice to engage instead of block. I was dejectedly amused listening to the circus: “This is just research, I learn my mind by interacting with bad men—OMG OMG I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN SURVIVE THIS FILTH! I WANT ONLY YOU! Oh, another client needs my trauma for pleasure! Got to go!”
I felt too drained to realize that her unhinged sexting spree was stirring my trauma. Another oversight.
THE RIDE THROUGH OLD HELL
From May 27-28th, her alter became a snowball down Mt. Everest and the avalanche pulled me under. DM perverts verbally raped my wife while she took explicit photos right next to me in bed. Against all expectation, these e-rapes catapulted me back to boyhood: helpless to intervene, and too horrified to close my eyes. Taking away the phone didn’t cross my mind, nor could I. My body was paralyzed and eerily, I lost the ability to make sound. Seems that I contain significantly more trauma programming than anticipated. I resent my wife for subjecting me to this oppressive hell even more than I resent the cheating itself.
As if going down ‘memory lane’ wasn’t enough, possessed wife also channelled my grandmother. She would look at my tears and emit her sadistic CACKLE. Once I merged the two women, I was screwed. My trauma program dictates that I must endure whatever grandma wants; this includes watching her affair unfold.
As the ultimate insult, my wife spent the last 12 hours building an emotional affair on Reddit while I prayed for sleep. By dawn, her alter declared him a potential ‘boyfriend’. In her deluded head, the sexting arranged for nightfall would cure the rest through ultimate satisfaction plus bring True Wife back to Our Love, as this guy made her feel that “I am with you, not your uncle. Like you finally feel real.” The nonsensicality made me short-circuit. I was DONE.
#THE OBSESSION SLAMS TO A HALT
That afternoon, she finally jolted out of the binge-sexting. How? Wifey noticed my distress, 5 days too late. I watched her first comprehend that this is hurting me, then struggle to reset consciousness, then remember that Love exists. She did a 180 on her ‘client’ and viciously berated his perversion. That helped her regain footing.
My jittery wife proceeded to apologize, freak about the explicit photos, and spiral into a suicidal state over betraying me again. She erratically cancelled every sexting appointment, shut off the DMs, and spent days begging Divinity for help. We avoided each other.
In our first talk, Wifey confessed that she fears herself, as only her housebound life prevents physical cheating. While she wants nothing more than to be pure, her alters are begging for more due to trauma bonds. Wifey described it as: “Insatiable rocket blocked by a moral fence and waiting for release to zoom again.” Needless to say I was embittered.
#REFLECTING ON THE AFTERMATH
While analyzing recent events, I realized something: my wife didn’t run to that BDSM sadist of her own volition. An elusive alter had taken the wheel: the brothel Madame who pulls my wife into prostitution re-enactments. No wonder she was cackling! It’s the alter’s trademark, based on my grandmother! That damn Narc used to say that it’s bad to deprive other men and let the body go to waste on one Husband. No wonder a vow renewal pissed off that alter! Now Wifey-on-autopilot made sense.
Wifey was stunned at the revelation and had a glitch (outraged cackles, whimpers, shudders) that confirmed its truth. She never knew this freaky alter steers her from behind the scenes. Took her awhile to digest the disturbing paradigm shift.
Interestingly, she later texted: “That alter does not excuse my choice to chat with a pedophile right after another creep showed me how vulnerable I am. I have ultimate responsibility even if later choices were not mine.”
I asked if that choice was really her own. She replied: “I think so, because he introduced himself as a retired counsellor. I never expected he was a pedophile and when he mentioned it, I should have been proactive about risks continuing such a topic with any man.”
I avoided her again and tried to pinpoint my feelings (still a struggle). No matter how blatantly I see the nymphomaniac is not Her True Self, the serial breakage of trust is making me relinquish hope, care, and concern. The more I sink into numbness, the less I care who is culpable. The whole Wifey & Co. feel ruined. I know it is very unfair to shun Wifey for sins committed in a trauma trance. DID is involuntary. Yet, her issues are a jinx now that I am surpassing our old life. The very toxicities Wifey healed in me remain her alters’ addiction. Now they’re in nasty withdrawal, desperate for any ‘drug’.
For the first time ever, divorce is drifting through my thoughts. I keep wondering, do I treat these events as a growth opportunity for her, or grounds for divorce? I want to reconcile, but should I? I’m burned out. She’s constant trouble. I feel ready to bail. And honestly, I feel unsafe.
Like my grandmother, my wife let me fly again before shooting me down. I barely began grieving narcissistic abuses and am scared of her containing grandma energy. The no-contact I implemented seems pointless—that Narc lives in my wife anyways. She even has the same power to crush me to dust, only stronger. My wife is my biggest weakness. I abhor weakness, thus I am abhorring her. I also detest the oppression of tiptoeing, compromising, and obliging alter whims at the expense of serious plans—JUST LIKE WITH MY GRANDMOTHER.
Then again, I can’t fathom living after a divorce. Wifey loves Celine Dion and we are the epitome of that duet I Hate You Then I Love You. The lyrics “It’s impossible to live with you, but I could never live without you, for whatever you do, I never never never want to be in Love with anyone but you” still rings true.
The Spouse Slot in my heart was formed in my wife’s shape and for her Essence alone. I can’t accept any other. If I was the dead guy in What Dreams May Come (one of our favourite films), I would definitely traverse the afterlife to save my wife no matter how broken she is. Existence in any world is meaningless without her.
We overcame worse hells than cheating. Why would I abandon Wifey when she is in desperate need of protection!? We live by the quote: “A perfect marriage is two imperfect people refusing to give up on each other.” In my belief, we are Twin Flames, and Wifey is definitely my Ideal Woman: demure, dreamy, melancholic, full of mischief and poetry. She saved my life. She redeemed me. We are supposed to grow old and go to Eternity together. Why would I give up on a lifelong mate over trauma!?
It seems that I am losing interest. This necrosis spurs the desire to amputate, while the increasing loss of exclusivity is repellent. For years I unquestioningly believed that she’s incapable of desiring anyone but me. Now my ownership feels diluted, invalidated, defeated. Several guy’s marks are all over her and nothing scrubs them off. Her intrusive memories of affairs even obstruct our intimacy!!!!! It is slammed into my face constantly—she is no longer ONLY MINE. That triggers a kneejerk aversion to others’ territory, which she now is.
After decades of impassioned Gomez & Morticia-style romance, I have no clue if I even Love her anymore. Something feels extinguished between us. There is a loss of respect—for the first time, my wife’s worth has fallen in my eyes. I saw her defile every renewed vow. It’s burned into me: she is substandard. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. My beloved is suffering. Why am I on the verge of abandoning her!?
#MY WIFE’S PERSPECTIVE
Wifey insists that she deserves patience as she tackles her trauma. Is Wifey right? I am going to copy/paste that text message from her here. Only fair to include both sides.
“Mon Amour, before you sink too deep with ghastly divorce ideas, may I please remind you one thing? I had infinite patience while you wrestled with your demons…I sacrificed myself to my depths for your healing and stayed even when I should have fled. You bemoan loss of trust online while I lived many years never feeling safe to trust you face to face!!!!!! But I never gave up on Love and the amazing man I saw beneath your shadows…my Ideal Man you have now become!
My alters twist and blur my thoughts dreadfully until I forget everything I have now…but they are NOT ME. You also were not yourself when you were lost…I fought so much to free you from problems and I would pray not to be abandoned when my own problems catch up with me…no one can heal their distortions overnight. “In sickness and in health” hm? I am sick. Why throw me away now? I do not feel this is very fair no matter how utterly loathsome my own actions…you know I shall always regret succumbing again. Alters aside I should have been proactive when I still had control and listened to Mama and even Mods warning me to turn off DMs when I signed up. I overestimated myself and now I pay many prices for my idiocy.
You do good job punishing me with ice already…I beg you be merciful enough to stay while I cleanse…please…we are like in the Destino animation…meant to be together but lost among shifting sands and obstacles trying to separate us…please do not forget Our Destiny of Love…remember, we don’t say goodbye…J’taime Éternellement!!”
#CLOSING QUESTIONS
How do I cure the disenchantment / indifference? If I decide to stay, how do we rebuild when we lack solid rubble for a new reconstruction? How do I stop her restlessness to cheat? Is my wife getting exploited similarly to a drunk woman or is she culpable for her cheating? Am I the real failure here? Is this worth fighting for? Am I the real failure here?
TL;DR: Our Marriage is plagued by a shared abusive childhood, wife’s DID in particular. In 2022 an online predator reactivated her trauma programs through sexting. The fortified issues were never resolved, thus her alters cheated again once new predators DMed her in 2023. I hit my tolerance limit and something extinguished between us. I need advice on how to help my wife and rekindle Love.

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Welcome back, fellow travelers on the Devil's Road! 🛣️
This week, like Lestat, we are early risers and have moved forward the check-in before everything goes dark on June 12th. No idea what I'm talking about? Check out this announcement.
What a journey! This book has not only covered great distances, but also centuries of time. I hope you enjoyed the ride, and I am curious to see what you think of this section in the comments!
Some admin from my side: Since Those Who Must Be Kept and The Mother and The Father are ridiculously long nicknames, I will refer to Akasha and Enkil as "OG vampires". Also, I'll continue to refer to everything related to mind powers as ESP.
Today's discussion covers Part 7, Ch 12 - End per the schedule. Want to see or write comments outside the weekly discussions? Check out the Marginalia. Beware the spoilers. 👀
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Let’s raise the curtain one last time for our very own Lelio of the vampire world:
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Chapter 12. After stealing the OG vampires from the Egyptian coven, Marius buys them fancy mummy cases and buries them in his backyard for the time being. This doesn't go unnoticed, and soon the Elder appears and demands that Marius bring them back. They butt heads, first figuratively and then literally. Marius makes the perfectly rational choice of squeezing his eyes back into his head with his thumbs. Their fight is broken up when Akasha unearths herself. She pins the Elder and then squashes him like a cockroach. As a finishing touch, she pours lamp oil over the goo and burns the remains. Then she ESPs Marius that he will always be safe with her if he becomes her new guardian. She also encourages him to drink from her so that his wounds will heal and they can leave Alexandria. Marius succumbs to her seductive powers.
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Chapter 13. Drinking Akasha's blood is absolute ecstasy for Marius. It also gives him memories of Akasha.
(Note: I would like to inform everyone that we are now in a flashback of a flashback of a flashback)
He experiences epic vampire battles, vampires behaving like gods and demanding human sacrifices brought by human slaves from all over the world. Babylon. Assyria. Forgotten cities (Note: Atlantis?). Marius disapproves because of his western ideals. He sees these epic vampires (dark gods) imprisoning the OG vampires so they can feed on them. Eventually they refuse human blood, but their strength continues to grow. Enough time passes that no one remembers that they are actually imprisoned. They are freed, but their appearance has become that of statues.
Vampires, or "The Drinkers of the Blood", are still worshipped as gods. The sacrifices were thought to be evil people and the vampires their good gods. But then times changed and Egypt was conquered and those ideals changed.
(Note: This is the end of the flashback³)
Marius is restored. He dreams of rescuing/restoring/un-traumatizing the OG vampires (insert "I can fix them" meme here) and imagines all the great things they will do together.
They go to Antioch, but for over a century nothing changes except the color of their skin. Marius falls madly in love with a Greek courtesan named Pandora. He turns her into a vampire and she feeds on Akasha. They live together for 200 years. Under Christianity, vampires become devils. So much so that some vampires even believe it (eherm Children of Darkness). Marius hopes that humanity will evolve into an age of enlightenment without gods and goddesses, thus devaluing vampires. In the eighteen hundred years that Marius has lived, he has found no true purpose.
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Chapter 14. Lestat is now aware that Marius could wipe them all out just like that, since he is responsible for the OG vampires. He also thinks about rousing them. Marius assures him that he has no intention of killing them or himself, that he is content to experience humanity. According to him, this is only possible because he has lived a full life, and he urges Lestat to do the same, to go away and live a life (in New Orleans) before returning to him. He also reveals that he regrets turning Armand into a vampire in his youth, even going so far as to see Armand's foolish behavior as punishment.
Some general Marius approved rules to living your vampire life:

• Every new vampire made will be weaker than the previous one
• If a vampire drinks from the OG vampires, they will become more powerful
• Strength should come with time, so it’s better to start off as a weak vampire
• You never know what your child turns out like. Don't fret over it.
• Choose companions that you love (physical attraction doesn't hurt either)
• Keep your fledglings as human as possible, and create a family, not a coven.
• Only turn people into vampires that have had a life, never as young as Armand

They contemplate something ominous could happen if Akasha were to become loose. Marius floats the idea in the room that Lestat could drink Akasha’s blood, it would make him stronger, heal existing wounds, but not wounds made after the “injection”. They decide that they’ll humbly ask Akasha to let Lestat drink from her blood.
Before that, however, is a lot of vampire lore exposition Marius gives Lestat by the by:

1. Ghosts exist!
2. Immortals that don’t drink blood and can walk in daylight exist. One of them is Ramses the Damned. They are dangerous. Marius and Pandora have a difference of opinion if these things were at any point vampires.
3. When vampires are burnt, Marius suspects they come back in another form. Possibly they are reborn as humans. Pandora claims she’s been one of the burnt vampires.

Marius promises they’ll meet again after Lestat has lived his lifetime. He also tells him he will move to another place to keep the OG vampires safe. He makes Lestat swear to tell no one about their existence or anything he’s told him. He vaguely threatens Lestat if he breaks his promise (but not really).
Lestat feels oppressed by the secrecy required of vampires and floats the idea in the room telling the world about vampires. Marius strongly rejects this, calling it madness, because vampires are solitary creatures who like privacy.
“We are evil things finally,” says the vampire who pages before stated there is no such thing as good or evil.
They embrace and part ways.
Lestat silently ponders how he would behave in a thousand years, and if he was a statue by then, too. Before he loses consciousness, he hears a woman’s laugh and sees a woman’s neck bending.
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Chapter 15. Lestat has a great idea. He sneaks into the OG vampires’ chamber and plays Nicki’s violin FOR THE FIRST TIME, WHILE SINGING. Akasha (understandably) lets out a head-exploding shriek and crushes the violin in front of Lestat. Then she lets Lestat drink from her, and this somehow turns into a makeout session. This is interrupted by a jealous Enkil who grabs Lestat and is about to stomp him to death, only to be saved by Marius ESPing to Enkil that he would take Akasha away from him if he kills Lestat. Then Marius ESPs to Lestat to go (good advice), which Lestat does.
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Chapter 16. Lestat apologizes for what he has done, but Marius doesn't buy it. Lestat is convinced that Enkil is the worst thing that has ever happened to Akasha, and he wants him gone. When Marius scolds Lestat for his uninhibited thoughts, Lestat begins to cry. He wants Marius to let Akasha go, but Marius instead urges Lestat to leave the island for the night and not return until just before dawn, and to stop thinking about Akasha. After the hunt, Lestat does just that, imagining him and Akasha in a palace in Germany.
When he comes back, Marius tells him to leave for good, so that Enkil can quiet down. Marius' final advice is that he’ll find him when the time is right and that he can always ESP Marius (Note: Mother hen Marius confirmed).
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Chapter 17. We are in New Orleans! Enchanted by the beautiful scenery, Lestat reflects on ancient truths and ancient magic, revolution and invention, and the nostalgic feeling of childhood.
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Epilogue: Interview with the Vampire. Chapter 1. Lestat concludes his backstory by calling it The Early Education and Adventures of the Vampire Lestat. Now we get some addendum to what happened in “Interview with the Vampire”:
Lestat never saw Marius or Gabrielle again. He acknowledges some (some?) mistakes he made, but calls it all a direct result of his fatal love he has for Louis (who is btw a carbon copy of Nicki). They lived together for almost 70 years, which is groundbreaking (apparently not counting Marius' and Pandora's 200 years). Turning Claudia so young was a bad decision, but she would have died if he hadn't turned her (same goes for Louis) ... is Lestat's reasoning. Also, all the people he killed were bad people. Also, also, Louis begged him ALL THE TIME not to leave.
Some backhanded compliments he gives Louis are:

• Lestat forgives Louis for the lies, mistakes, excess of imagination, bitterness, vanity
• Lestat never revealed his powers because Louis shriveled in guilt and self-loathing already by half of the skills he had
• Louis must have low self-esteem for never believing Lestat chose him for his character, not his money
• He calls him a discriminating and inhibited child of the middle class for believing Lestat a peasant
• He calls him the most beguiling human fiend, not even imaginable to Marius.

After almost getting killed two times by Claudia, he doesn't turn to Marius for fear of condemnation, Gabrielle was AWOL. Left is Armand.
He tells Armand what happened, but Armand is already well aware of Louis and dresses up a weakened Lestat and uses him in his plot to get rid of Claudia. The previous vampires from the theater are all gone. When he asks about Louis, Armand tells him that he is also dead. Then Armand emotionally explodes, blaming Lestat for destroying the coven and driving them to perform in a theater. Finally he throws Lestat off the tower, breaking every bone in his body on impact.
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Chapter 2. After two years, Lestat is strong enough to board a ship back to Louisiana. He draws a parallel to Gabrielle being locked in a tower. He reads a lot and sometimes meets other vampires, but he is too weak to do anything. Eventually, Armand visits him and tells him that Louis is not really dead. At this point, they are both very salty about each other, and they continue to bicker like unhappy neighbors for some time. Armand promises to give him some of his blood if Lestat promises to love him, but Lestat has only contempt for Armand. (Note: This feels very similar to the song Gives You Hell).
Finally, he decides to go into the earth. He dreams of Marius as a photographer. Of his new building of twentieth century impressionists. He shows the OG vampires a movie. Akasha speaks to him to come to her, but Lestat is too weak.
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Dionysus in San Francisco - 1985. Chapter 1. Despite secrecy over the rock band, vampires leave messages on Lestat’s answering machine, calling him an outcast and daring him to come out. He feels lonely. The band is about to perform in San Francisco. He fears Marius’ wrath. MMarius speaks to him in his dream, accusing him of risking his revenge and acting impulsively. Then a sudden transmission says, “Danger. Danger to us all.”
Louis visits him. They embrace and make up (Note: Yes, Louis has read the book). He tries to dissuade him from the concert, but Lestat’s mind is made up. He doesn’t fear vampires that need to use telephones to communicate threats. Also, he wants to be Lelio again.
Louis tells him about bars that function as vampire connections, where vampires meet to exchange gossip. All the young vampires imitate the characters in his memoirs. New Orleans has no active vampire connection because it is Armand's territory and he has killed all the young ones. However, Armand has been missing for some time.
Also, the rules for vampires are now stricter. No evidence of killing is allowed. And their existence must remain a secret. Louis agrees to come with him to the concert... but not in those clothes, a fashion-conscious Lestat chides.
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Chapter 2. Everyone is super stoked for the concert, outside video screens and speakers have been mounted for the fans that didn’t get tickets. Lestat gushes over Louis' makeover. The concert itself is utter madness and euphoria. And Lestat sweats blood again. He draws parallels to past groups and people (the Keltoi, the Romans, …) and notices real vampires in the crowd.
When the concert is over and they are walking to their car, they are attacked by vampires with scythes. Before they can do anything, the attacking vampires burst into flames. They are pulled into the car by none other than Gabrielle! Lestat believes that Marius is behind the explosions. A chase with a van ensues, and Lestat finally understands the gravity of the situation. They are hit by the van and the car explodes. The vampires narrowly escape death. Other attack vampires appear with scythes, but they combust yet again before they can strike. Lestat wants to fight them like a fool, but Louis and Gabrielle stop him.
Gabrielle repeats that they are all in danger.
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Chapter 3. The vampires are back at the house and speculate who could be behind the combustions. Gabrielle doesn’t believe Marius would do this, since it feels like an alien and savage force. Lestat is just stoked to have his favorite vampire fledglings back and tattempts to reassure them that he was in control the whole time. Gabrielle calls Lestat an imp.
Just before bedtime, Lestat muses on the strange transmissions. He tries to ESP Marius and receives a broken signal from Marius telling him exactly what the transmissions had told him: They were all in danger. We learn that Marius is buried in ice and that Akasha has seen and heard his music through the television that Marius set up. Akasha caused the combustions.
Lestat feels a cold hand reach out and caress his face before he loses consciousness.
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That's it, folks, the curtains are closed on The Vampire Lestat. 🏁

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When police forces in Western Europe cracked ‌‌an encrypted phone app popular with narco-traffickers, the messages they deciphered from the Balkan nation of Montenegro provided shocking evidence of a state captured by crime.
A Montenegrin police officer discussed cocaine shipments with a notorious crime boss, and the son of the head of the country's supreme court offered to skew verdicts and help with smuggling.
Another police officer sent photographs to the leader of an organized crime group to show how his police unit had roughed up members of a rival crime gang.
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I find it very ugly and crowded to fill every house with a typical enchanting room. 5x5x2 space full of bookshelves. It’s fine as is but every house I build always needs this room accounted for and it’s a huge space. It’s really hard to fit it in small builds and small homes.
So as a fix let’s give chiseled bookshelves a more thorough use case. Have it so that only 3 chiseled shelves are needed near the enchanting table. Maybe even increase the range by a lot so they dont need to be two blocks away from the enchanting table. Or shrink the range so maybe the enchanting table is allowed to touch the new shelves. Stacking would be great or hiding it as flooring under the enchanting table would be killer. So much space saved. A really cool new feature to have your enchanting table more accessible and not super closed in and surrounded by 15 bulky traditional bookshelves.
To add balance let’s say you have to first fill the chiseled shelves with any old enchanted books. The whole case needs to be full to count as 5 traditional bookshelves. So 6 enchanted books of any kind per chiseled. Making 18 enchanted books needed which is fairly mid-late game. It’ll give junk enchanted books a use case.
This allows some relief and variation of the very boring classic enchanting room. This would be revolutionary. Your enchanting room doesn’t need to be in the basement or outside or tacked onto the house as an added wing or room. So much more space for activities!
You can mix and match new styles using a combo of chiseled and normal shelves. Maybe say 2 chiseled and then 5 normal bookshelves. Or to really save room have 3 full chiseled bookshelves. Or one full chiseled and 10 traditional.
Then you can have an enchanting wall or enchanting corner. Not a disgusting 5x5 room that is impossible to disguise or build around or fit above ground.
A further more nerfed idea is requiring a special unique book enchantment spell on the books to activate the chiseled bookshelf bonus. Instead of 6 random enchantments filling the shelves you have to have the unique enchantment called “enchanting boost”. Or some fancy name idc.
And to add more potential and a further nerf let’s make these special enchanting books hidden in loot tables. So there’s a new incentive to explore and find chests. Finding 18 books with the special enchantment is pretty steep and adds lots of reason to explore the world. It’s a win win more reason to explore and it elevates your beautiful builds with variation and creativity and acts as a sort of trophy.
Or maybe have it only obtained off a librarian.
I’m just so annoyed and tired of giant ugly 5x5 boring blocky enchanting rooms. Plus chiseled shelves really don’t add much as is let’s be real.
Please mojang!

Nigel McGuinness is back doing what he loves more than anything, and he’s been trying to wrestle as much as he can. Getting wins over some newer guys he never got the chance to face, like Fenix, Tony Deppen, and Dalton Castle (the man who inadvertently caused this return).
However Nigel has always been attracted to those raw unfiltered brawls that he’s so synonymous with. In search of something similar, Nigel calls out one of wrestling's best. Konosuke Takeshita.
Takeshita and Don Callis march down to the ring. After locking eyes for a moment, Nigel asks Takeshita if he would be willing to have a match? Don Callis, whispers something in Takeshita’s ear. Takeshita nods and grabs hold of Nigel, hitting him with a German Suplex right onto his head!
Don Callis says two words, “He accepts.”
Callis and Takeshita leave Nigel lying in the ring in a crumpled heap.
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ROH Survival Of The Fittest 2023
Nigel McGuinness vs Konosuke Takeshita\ w/ Don Callis*
Takeshita is more than happy to involve himself in a match of this caliber, a win here would help slot him into the World Title scene definitively. But Nigel is in it for more than just a title, this is the way for him to prove to himself that his body can still handle the wear and tear he’s been putting himself through.
Nigel tries to take Takeshita down, but is muscled up and thrown off. Takeshita follows up with a wild lariat, but Nigel ducks it. They go back and forth for a while, before Takeshita whips Nigel to the corner. Nigel does a headstand on the turnbuckle and boots Takeshita in the face with both feet! With the advantage Nigel pushes on! He hits a divorce court for a near fall, then locks in the London Dungeon. Takeshita reaches the ropes and starts to build momentum. Nigel gets clobbered with a big boot, but tries to get off the rebound lariat! Takeshita cuts him off with a Zero-Sen Kick!
The match rages on, with Takeshita getting the better of Nigel most times. Nigel is bruised and battered from Takeshita’s strikes, and he’s being thrown around nearly effortlessly by the titan of a man. In a last ditch effort Nigel throws a headbutt that knocks Takeshita down to a knee! Nigel’s vision is blurred but he runs the ropes for a lariat, but Takeshita hits him with a Zahi running knee that rattles his jaw! Nigel goes down, and the next thing he knows is that the referee just counted to three.
Takeshita celebrates as Nigel holds his head in his hands. He knows that this is a sign of where his career is going.
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HonorClub
Nigel is in the ring for a promo, he tells the crowd how happy he is to be wrestling again, but recognizes that he isn’t 25 anymore. He needs to limit himself somehow, and he has just the idea. Nigel McGuinness is rejoining the Pure Division! As the undoubted best Pure Champion in ROH history, this is a huge announcement.
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The Following Week…
Nigel McGuinness\ vs Tracy Williams in a Pure Title Eliminator*
Nigel is slotted into a potential title shot early on, because his reputation alone makes for exciting TV. Williams is also a great technical wrestler, a truly perfect fit for Pure Rules.
The match itself is mostly in favor of Nigel, although Williams gets a fair bit of momentum, nearly locking in a crossface that could have been devastating for Nigel. But Nigel is able to fight out of it and hit a flowing DDT! Nigel grabs hold of Tracy’s arm and locks in the London Dungeon, and Williams is forced to tap out.
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ROH Final Battle 2023
Katsuyori Shibata © vs Nigel McGuinness
In a match that nobody could have thought possible only a few years ago, two of the best in the world duel under Pure Rules. Shibata walks right to the center of the ring and Nigel meets him, the two men press their head against each other as Shibata pulls back to unleash a strike on Nigel. But Nigel grabs hold of Shibata in a waist-lock and drags him to the ground. Nigel obviously wants to pace himself, while Shibata is itching for a chance to test Nigel’s reputation. The two men grapple back and forth for the opening section of the match, working different holds and trying for a possible early submission.
Shibata gets side control over Nigel, and flips him over onto his stomach. In a lightning quick motion Shibata stands up and soccer kicks Nigel right in the head. Nigel cradles his head in his hands while Shibata leans up against the ropes. Something ignites inside Nigel, and he’s on his feet and feeding Shibata as many forearms as he can.
The two legends clash in a brutal exchange, each trying to end the match at any moment! Shibata grabs hold of Nigel and hits a crazy backdrop suplex! Nigel is right back up on his feet and hits Shibata with a running european uppercut to Shibata’s chest! Shibata is back up and throws a spinning backhand that catches Nigel on the neck! Nigel falters as Shibata knees him in the gut over and over! Nigel pushes Shibata back, then leaps forwards for a headbutt! JESUS! Shibata goes down, and drops to his knees. Shibata is limp, and Nigel drags him… and dumps him outside the ring. Under Pure Rules, the title can change hand under count out or DQ. Nigel stands and stares at Shibata, waiting as the referee starts the 20 count.
Tension builds as Shibata barely makes it in time! Nigel kills him with a lariat! SHIBATA KICKS OUT AT 1! SHIBATA IS UP! HE HIT’S NIGEL WITH A FLURRY OF KICKS TO THE CHEST! Oh! Nigel catches the kick, he sweeps leg! JUMPING KNEE TO SHIBATA’S FACE! Nigel drags Shibata up and hits the Divorce Court! Nigel wins! He’s once again Pure Champion! But was the damage worth it?

My husband and I are heading to Florida with my best friend and her husband at the end of summer. We're doing a 10 day trip total (2 travel days, 5 days at the Disney parks, 1 rest day, and 2 days at the Universal parks). Literally dream trip come true and probably the only time this will ever happen.
Anyway, I've been designated the planner and I'm trying to decide on how to spend our last day at Disney. We're doing two days at Magic Kingdom and one day at the rest of parks. Mickey's No So Scary Halloween Party starts around the time we're going and the last day of doing the Disney Parks, Magic Kingdom is closing early for it, so no nighttime show and we're not attending the event. Here's my question: would you rather A) spend your last day at Magic Kingdom even though the park closes early (we'll still get to see the nighttime show the other day we go) or B) spend the last day in Epcot instead and be able to attend a nighttime show there?
I'm really torn because Epcot is me and my husband's least favorite park, with Magic Kingdom being our favorite. But I also think having a nighttime show would be a great way to end the Disney part of our trip. My friends don't care either way. They're happy to follow me around like little ducklings as long as I take care of all the planning lol. I'm so stuck on what to do! Which one would you pick?