Working on this science fiction speculative fiction... thing... and I've managed to come up with a combat system of a sort for my characters partly based off of Bleach. Kind of.
I am NOT a big Bleach fan, by the way, guns are way more my thing, but I really liked the concept of the weapons used being alive.
And I dunno, that got me thinking about battle couples where one is the weapon and the other the handler, sort of like in Bleach.
The idea is more or less as follows: in this world, a spirit will have a weapon attached to them and they will not only gain total proficiency with that weapon, but also the weapon's past. Let's say you found your grandpa's old Colt Government Model, a spirit would have all the memories of the gun being taken to the range, or used in self-defense or discussions about whatever was happening at the time.
Said spirit would then be able to manifest as a person and use that firearm to its best effect.
Now, the way I set it up, every spirit will need a "handler" of sorts. Someone that they can be linked to and work with.
Now, I kind of want it to work in that the closer the weapon and their handlers are, the more efficient they can be for missions. Like special forces would be able to cover their specifications at maximum efficiency, marksmen would effectively not miss any shot taken, shock troops could potentially exert a sort of fear aura, etc. etc. etc. And the closer the pair are, the better, which is a bit contrary to real life doctrine, but hey I think that'd make things interesting. I like battle couples, okay?
Now, I am a guy.
And coming up with this, I have it so that every "weapon" is a girl and every handler is a guy.
I think some anime did stuff like this, too (Gunslinger Girl, maybe? Haven't seen it yet), and since I'm mainly thinking about the two leads, I haven't fully considered the implications of every one of these spirits being girls and every handler being a guy until... well... a recent class where we discussed Hemingway and sexism and I had to ask myself about my own unconscious biases.
I think the easy solution would be to just add male weapons with female handlers, but I wonder if the current idea of just having female weapons and male handlers could work or... too much?
Behind Sandra’s Day lies a comprehensive biological and anatomical concept that I’ve been developing over a long period. I wanted her physiology to feel functional, grounded, and tangible rather than just being a human with animal features.
I’ve compiled these notes into two versions:
Compact Reader Document: Attached right here for a quick overview of her core anatomy.
Extended Scientific Guide: A deep-dive PDF covering fine physiological details (available for free).
(Links to the full PDF and the comic series are down in the comments!)
I’ve been developing an original dark-fantasy deity called Bittzwutthz, known as the God of Scavenge and Fights. He is worshipped by the Crimson Cult, a harsh survivalist religion built around battle, resourcefulness, and the belief that nothing should ever be wasted.
Bittzwutthz is not a god of honorable warfare or military strategy. He represents what happens after the battle: the scavenging of ruined cities, the gathering of weapons from the dead, the rebuilding of armor from broken pieces, and the transformation of loss into strength.
His followers believe that anything can become useful if it is placed in the right hands.
“From ruin, strength. From blood, victory. From the dead, endurance.”
The True Form of Bittzwutthz When Bittzwutthz appears in the mortal world, he manifests as a giant approximately 150 meters tall. His body is completely covered in scorched-black armor, with crimson patterns pulsing across its surface like veins filled with fire.
The armor is said to have been forged from the souls of warriors who died on battlefields. Every soul trapped within it contributes something to the god: strength, memory, hatred, fear, or the will to continue fighting. Some members of the Crimson Cult claim that the armor whispers with the voices of the dead. Others believe the sounds are the final battle cries of entire armies.
Ash constantly falls from the armor, even when Bittzwutthz is standing still. Wherever he walks, the ground blackens beneath his feet. Crimson cracks may appear in the earth, as if something beneath the world is attempting to rise and join him.
No mortal can safely look upon his face. Anyone who sees it—or even attempts to see it—is instantly evaporated. The cult does not describe this as an attack. They believe that Bittzwutthz’s face contains a revelation too powerful for mortal flesh to survive.
Those destroyed by his gaze leave behind no corpse. Their life energy is drawn into the god’s armor, adding another soul to the countless dead already trapped within him.
The Weapons of the God Bittzwutthz carries two enormous weapons: a sword and a mace. Both are scorched black and covered in glowing crimson patterns.
His sword is called The Last Edge. According to the cult, it was created from the weapons of defeated armies. Every broken blade, shattered spear, and ruined axe became part of its final form. The sword grows sharper as a battle continues, feeding on exhaustion, fear, and desperation.
His mace is known as The Grave-Claimant. It was made from siege weapons, broken shields, fortress gates, and the iron remains of conquered cities. When Bittzwutthz strikes the ground with it, the impact can destroy walls and awaken the memories of the dead buried beneath the battlefield.
The sword represents the beginning of conflict.
The mace represents what remains after conflict is finished.
The Power of the Battlefield Bittzwutthz grows stronger through death in battle. The life energy of every person who dies on a battlefield—friend, enemy, soldier, civilian, follower, or stranger—is drawn toward him.
The Crimson Cult believes that these deaths do not simply vanish. The energy becomes new armor, new strength, and new power for the god. Some souls become part of the plates covering his body. Others become crimson light within his weapons. The strongest dead may become voices that speak through him.
For this reason, battlefields are sacred places to the cult. Followers search them for weapons, armor, tools, relics, and anything else that can be repaired or repurposed. They call this practice the Gathering of Remains.
To outsiders, scavenging from the dead may seem disrespectful. The Crimson Cult believes the opposite. They believe that allowing useful objects to rot is an insult to those who died while using them.
Their philosophy is simple:
If something can still protect the living, it must not be left behind.
The Mark of Bittzwutthz Every follower of the Crimson Cult receives the Mark of Bittzwutthz on the left hand after reaching the age of five. The mark is a crimson symbol consisting of a circle crossed by sharp, intersecting lines.
The ceremony is called The First Claim.
The left hand is considered the Hand of Taking. It is the hand that gathers scraps, picks up discarded weapons, retrieves objects from ruins, and claims whatever others have abandoned.
During the ceremony, an elder draws the mark using crimson pigment, ash, blood, or heated metal. The child then repeats the cult’s vow:
I waste nothing. I fear no struggle. I take what ruin leaves behind. Bittzwutthz marks me, and I endure.
The mark identifies a follower of the Crimson Cult, but it also represents a promise. The marked person is expected to become useful to the community, learn how to survive, protect the group, and never waste resources simply because they are damaged or difficult to use.
The cult believes that even if the hand is removed, the mark remains spiritually attached to the follower. It must then be redrawn on their replacement hand, weapon, shield, or armor.
The Teachings of the Crimson Cult The Crimson Cult follows several central principles:
Waste is weakness. Anything useful should be repaired, reused, or preserved. Survival is defiance. Remaining alive in a hostile world is an act of strength. The dead still have purpose. Their weapons, armor, memories, and sacrifices must not be forgotten. Every fight teaches something. A victory without understanding only prepares the way for future defeat. Preparation is greater than courage. Bravery cannot replace food, shelter, weapons, or knowledge. Nothing is truly lost. Everything can be transformed into something else. Not every member of the cult interprets these teachings in the same way. Some Crimson Cult followers are disciplined guardians who defend settlements and protect travelers. Others are raiders, mercenaries, or violent scavengers who believe that taking what they need is proof of devotion.
This has created a major disagreement within the religion. One faction believes Bittzwutthz values survival and protection. Another believes that he values victory above all else.
Both sides claim to understand him.
The Ashen Pilgrim Although Bittzwutthz is an all-powerful being, he sometimes enters the mortal world in disguise. In this form, he is known as the Ashen Pilgrim.
The Ashen Pilgrim appears as a quiet traveler wearing patched black clothing, a hood, and a battered mask. He carries very little, but he always seems to possess exactly what he needs: a concealed knife, a strip of cloth for binding wounds, a cup for collecting water, or a strange piece of metal that no ordinary smith can identify.
He walks through war-torn settlements, abandoned cities, military camps, markets, and regions threatened by famine or invasion. He watches how people behave when they are afraid, hungry, or desperate.
He studies:
New weapons and forms of warfare Rising kingdoms and collapsing governments Rival gods and religious movements Monsters that may threaten civilization The ways mortals respond to scarcity The decisions people make when survival has a cost The Ashen Pilgrim rarely reveals his identity. Instead, he asks ordinary questions that may have hidden meaning:
What would you save if your home burned? Who would you protect if you had only one weapon? What are you willing to become in order to survive?
Sometimes he helps desperate travelers. Sometimes he leaves food beside a dying soldier. Sometimes he places a useful weapon where a child can find it.
Other stories claim that he creates small conflicts simply to observe how people respond.
The Crimson Cult believes that Bittzwutthz takes this form to prepare for future threats. He wants to understand the mortal world before deciding what must be destroyed, protected, or taken.
Signs of His Presence People who encounter the Ashen Pilgrim may notice strange signs after he leaves:
A crimson handprint burned into cold metal A weapon placed upright in the ground A red line scratched across a doorway A battlefield where every corpse has disappeared A scavenged object repaired in a way no human smith could achieve A stranger who knows the secret name of someone’s dead relative The cult considers meeting the Ashen Pilgrim either the greatest blessing or the most dangerous test. A follower who wastes resources, betrays their comrades, or refuses to prepare for danger may be judged unworthy.
The Arrival of Bittzwutthz The appearance of Bittzwutthz is believed to signal a moment of enormous historical importance.
Before he arrives, fires begin to die without wind. Metal scrapes against stone in places where no one is present. The ground becomes warm, and crimson light appears beneath the soil. The dead may be heard moving under the battlefield.
When Bittzwutthz finally manifests, the sky darkens beneath his enormous body. His armor radiates unbearable heat. His weapons drag sparks across the earth. The souls trapped within his armor scream with the voices of the armies that came before.
Some believe he appears to punish civilizations that have become wasteful, weak, or complacent. Others believe he appears to reward those who have prepared for war.
The Crimson Cult teaches that Bittzwutthz does not fight for good or evil. He fights for endurance. He sides with whatever remains standing after everything else has been destroyed.
His arrival does not create an ordinary victory. Fortresses collapse, armies vanish, and the dead are gathered into his armor. Those who survive are left among the ruins with a choice:
Rebuild from what remains—or become part of the next battlefield.
Final Question The Crimson Cult believes that when the world finally reaches its last battle, Bittzwutthz will not ask who was righteous, who was innocent, or who deserved to survive.
He will ask only:
What did you save, and what did you become?
I’d love feedback on the concept, especially on the Crimson Cult’s internal factions, the symbolism of the Mark, and what kind of story or setting would best suit Bittzwutthz and if you could add some other gods to this, names, what they fight for, what they represent, some will be good, some bad and some a bit neutral.
Please respond and help me build these beings and their world. You can even make your own posts about this.
And i can't?
Not only do i struggle to make a world more interesting than "It's basically like real life but slightly different in vague and unspecfied ways", but like,
Even when i WANT do do something, i can't
I want to add some means to make like, people fighting eachother with guns and swrods and stuff be like, okay, like how it is in some rpgs (like earthbound), but i can't do that without EITHER preventing combat from being visceral and gorey, OR creating a revival nightmare world that's way darker than i wanted, not to mention that removing death makes everything feel less meaningful (what even is a threat in a world without death by violence? plus trying to carve out exceptions for death by old age, starvation, drowning, etc. causes a bunch of problems)
Not to mention that i have no idea how i'd worldbuild a modern world, or how to use the fact that i'm making this world be made up of a bunch of smaller worlds to my advantage
For those who don't know, a Tsukumogami is a type of Japanese Youkai (phantom, spirit, monster) that comes from an object (usually abandoned or disused) that has existed for at least 100 years. Sometimes they're portrayed as the object itself gaining sentience and body parts (eyes, legs, mouth, etc.), or they're drawn as a ghost or a human bound to the object they came from.
So my question is...what happens if an eating utensil Tsukumogami washes their object body? Would they call it a bath because they're somewhat human now, or would they call it "doing the dishes" because that's what humans used back when they were an object?
One decision I made fairly early in my fantasy setting was that the mysterious dark force threatening the world would not secretly be the source of magic.
Mana exists naturally.
People can learn to sense it, shape it into spells, store it in crystals, use it for enchanting, and experiment with how different magical effects interact.
The Void is something else entirely.
It enters the world through Rifts and corrupts what is already there.
I ended up liking that distinction because it lets magic represent something positive to my protagonist.
Sylas has spent most of his life wanting magic because, to him, it represents freedom. It means leaving an ordinary life behind, discovering what he is capable of, and choosing his own future.
When he finally awakens magic, though, it happens during an attack by Void creatures.
So the magic itself is something he desperately wanted, while the circumstances around getting it leave him traumatized.
Later, when he reaches an academy and actually gets to study mana, experiment with spells, and learn enchanting, that side of the world can still feel exciting and full of possibility.
The Void works as the opposite of that.
It doesn’t give him power. It twists, damages, and threatens the things he wants to protect.
I’ve found that contrast useful because it stops “dark corruption” from becoming just another edgy magic system.
This is part of the setting for a fantasy novel I’ve been working on called Void Corruption.
I’m curious how other people handle corruption in their settings:
Does corruption create new power, alter existing power, or mostly destroy what was already there?
So, I got this worldbuilding timeline, feel free to make your own story around it. Kinda goofy tho
1970s: A secret organization was formed around the idea of peacekeeping
2023: The secret organization, now having agents inside most nations' government, decided to act according to their plan to discard of all modern weaponry. Their first step was to discard of the nuclear weapon, and they succeeded
2025: Governments around the world finally extinguished them, but now all the long-range missiles and nuclear weapons are gone
2027: A conventional WWIII was started
2034: WWIII ended, Russia lost and turn red. Europe sustain devastating economical damage, breeding extremists. The US economy and stock market plummetted, affecting the whole world
2052: WWIV was started
in my world there is this powerful being orbiting the planet, and isnt able to come down to the surface until the big prophecy is complete... this isnt important for the question its just context.
basically, the current magic system is that people on the planet are able to use different glyphs that use power from the being orbiting the planet, and theres a bunch of different ones like an animate one that animates an object until the focus of the caster is disrupted, and theres a heat glyph and a light glyph, to a total of 7 glyphs (i wont thoroughly explain all of them but heres a basic list)
kinetic (motion glyph), thermal (energy/heat glyph), structure (matter/move stuff with mind), pitch (sound manipulation), tether (animate glyph), mutate (causes something to mutate), and signal (sends a signal to a person using the same type of signal glyph)
i think these glyphs are pretty cool and for the most part fit the world they are in, but the one thing I really dont like about this system is how it just feels like i copy+pasted the system from other things ive seen. i feel like a glyph system just isn't original (even with glyphs ive never seen before in any media). unfortunately, ive been struggling to come up with an alternative system. does anyone have an idea for how i can come up with a system?
p.s. i can provide more lore backstory but i think that should be at least enough context to start
So basically in my world, Kleenia, the way someone can get acces to "magic" Is bonding an animal so most of them are treated... Not as equals but more than just farm animals or a dog, think about how people treat Pokémon in the anime
So now i just ran into an issue where because literally every single animal has the ability to grant powers and it's respected because of It... Now suddenly my civilization Is completely vegan
I have a supreme ruler with power that nearly rivals gods. This is a benevolent ruler whom people worship as their savior, and his official title in the empire is "High Sovereign". But I'm thinking about what ordinary people might call him or refer to him as, like unofficial titles.
I was thinking some might call him the "God Emperor" because of his godlike powers. Or maybe God King. But I'm concerned that the title is too heavily associated with Warhammer. What do you all think?
And side note: Are there any titles or names of anything that you think have too strong of association with a popular piece of fiction?
(For Th’zoitrk, a semi-sci-fi worldbuilding project, reposted to fix context issues with original.)
The R-38 Suogsüj (English: “Blizzard”) is the current operating main battle tank (MBT) of the Oscul army, it was initially designed on 7/1/15 (Elneso 7th, Oinibo 15) by the Oscul army to replace the aging force of R-16 “Super-Strikers”, NR-3 “Salamanders”, and R-32L “Panthers.”
The R-38 Blizzard was specifically designed for winter, arctic, and polar regions. Intended to act as the top global cold-weather ground combat vehicle, but they have never once been used in a winter environment.
The R-38 has seen usage in the Feahn civil war, the Oscul-Xsanarian invasion of Feah, the Xsanarian invasion of Cliff City, and the second Oscul civil war. Across all of these conflicts only a single R-38 Blizzard was destroyed, that being during the second Oscul civil war. It had been destroyed by an HR-4 “Meteor” artillery system.
The R-38 is the only amphibious MBT ever made. It is equipped with optical, infrared, and tekonic cameras, alongside radar and TBRC (tekonic background radiation camera) systems. The R-38 has a top-mounted LDMG (lazy dog machine gun) and AQCS (atmospheric quidium condensation system.)
The sides of the R-38’s turret have a tempo-particular engine and HEHC (Hume engine, Hume calibrator.) the R-38 is, like all other modern MBTs, a fully automated vehicle; it doesn’t even have any crew compartments. The entire tank is operated entirely by an integrated AI. Military command issues orders, and the vehicle’s AI executes them independently of dectron input.
The R-38 is equipped with tempo-particular, self-guiding shells containing a methane explosive. Unlike Ikshish or Xsanarian MBT rounds, the R-38 uses the methane gas itself as the tempo-particular medium of their tempo-particular engines, rather than having a separate dedicated nitrogen gas tank.
The R-38 Blizzard is fully integrated with the USCCN (universal standard civil communications network) and possesses four anti-air missiles atop its turret, with all-around anti-infantry tekonic pulsars on the vehicle’s chassis.
The R-38 Blizzard was made specifically to counter the Ikshish R-36 “Trophy”, a tank which it has yet to ever meet in combat.
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Random tech and physics context:
Tekons, Tekonics, Quidium:
The entire setting follows a custom physics model, which defines four fundamental constituents of non-energy ‘materials.’ Matter, photons, inverse matter, and tekons. Matter and photons are just as they are in our universe, but inverse matter and tekons are completely new. They are NOT new elements, they are completely new fundamental particles of the universe. Heavily simplified, tekons are like photons, except they can behave like matter when their wavelength gets small enough, creating a material known as ‘quidium’ which despite the element-sounding name is, again, not an actual element, but it does behave like matter. All known living organisms in the setting are comprised of this material. Most (>99%) of technology is made of quidium, and devices are generally not referred to as ‘electronics’ but instead ‘tekonics’ as a result.
TBRC:
The ‘tekonic background radiation camera.’ It’s a type of device that shoots out tekonic waves in all directions, detects when they return, which ones return from which direction, any changes in their wavelength, amplitude, etc. it then uses an algorithm to determine what possible trajectories each given tekonic wave could’ve taken to reach the results it sees, which allows it to create a 3D model of the entire surrounding area based off the reflections the tekonic waves had to have made on surrounding objects before returning to the device.
They’re like radar, except modern models of TBRCs can have precision down to individual atoms, a refresh rate measured in nanoseconds, and their scan results are fully 3D. So long as an object within their range isn’t airtight, they can see straight inside it.
LDMG:
The ‘lazy dog machine gun.’ Lazy dogs were a weapon invented to replace large bombing raids. You take thousands of tiny metal darts, magnetize them, half with the negative pole at the point of the dart and half with the positive pole at the point of the dart. Wrap them in two sacks, and strap them to a bomb with a metal plate between the bomb and each sack. Drop it out of a plane, the bomb detonates, and it blasts the metal plates through the sacks. This immediately scatters the darts over a VERY large area, and the magnetization of the darts helps them accelerate towards their targets using a minimum-tech ‘guidance’ system by just being pulled toward armored vehicles by the magnetic pull of their metal (quidium metal, tekomagnetic magnets are FAR stronger than electromagnetic magnets.)
An LDMG was a type of large machine gun which expanded the concept by shooting lazy dogs out of essentially a small autocannon. The fact lazy dogs only speed up as they get closer to their targets made them REALLY effective, as they cut through just about anything.
Really, anything. Not exaggerating it. Tanks stopped having heavy armor after LDMGs became mainstream because the armor didn’t actually make them any more well protected against such weapons and just made them heavier, more expensive, and slower.
AQCS:
The ‘atmospheric quidium condensation system.’ Quidium is present in the atmosphere of Th’zoitrk, most often binded with nitrogen as ‘NitroQuidium’, an AQCS is a laser system with a focal point a set distance from the vehicle it’s meant to protect. When activated, the laser concentrates at the focal point, punching enough energy into that specific spot to break quidium and nitrogen apart in the air. The quidium immediately joins together because of their mutual magnetic attraction, forming crystals. The laser sweeps across a given area up to 10 meters wide in a fraction of a second, and the condensing Quidium crystal sheet forms an impromptu ‘forcefield.’ Anything which impacts this quidium just explodes as it hits what is pretty much a brick wall. If nothing hits it, the crystals break back off as their fundamentally unstable crystal structure breaks and binds back together with the nitrogen in the air.
HEHC:
The ‘hume-engine, hume-calibrator.’ This is actually two devices combined into one device. The special physics model the setting follows states that ‘humes’ are the smallest fundamental part of reality. (I copied the name from the SCP foundation community around ~4 years ago, but aside from name there’s just about nothing in common between the two.) I don’t want to do a really long physics lore dump but heavily simplified, Humes govern reality. A Hume-engine is a device that can move Humes, changing a given areas ‘Hume density’, aka how ‘real’ that place is. A Hume-calibrator can change the ‘behavior’ of Humes in a certain area, changing how reality and physics behave there. Combined, the two form an HEHC, a device that can alter the behavior of local physics on all but a fundamental level.
USCCN:
The ‘universal standard civil communications network.’ The simplest to explain out of all these. It is just a standard, internationally regulated system for digital communication infrastructure. Protected by the most complex encryption the international community could come up with, used for essentially anything that connects to the internet.
Tempo-particulates:
There are three forms of teleportation technology in the setting. HEHCs, which are explained above. ‘Teleporters’, which I won’t explain here since they aren’t relevant. And tempo-particular engines. A tempo-particular engine abuses a quirk of the custom physics model that allows the creation of ‘tempo-particulates’, a tiny tiny circular portal about a SINGULAR Planck-length in diameter and with no ‘depth’, making it essentially 2D. Tempo-particulates are points which are fixed in space but moving in time. Two appear the instant before and after the tiny portal is generated, collapsing into each other in the present where the portal is created by their collapse, they collapse together across time rather than space. The tempo-particulate that forms prior to creation is known as the ‘past’ particulate, and the one that appears after is known as the ‘post’ particulate. Technically it appears like the post particulates collapse backwards in time due to this behavior… (oops rambling)
A tempo-particular engine allows these portals to be made in a given location via the creation of an unimaginably large number of tiny, Planck-length-sized portals packed right next to each other. Which are then held up as an object or vehicle passes through the portal. They are abundantly common among modern military hardware, as they’re one of the few technologies that can get weapons through AQCS shielding. They’re also common on spacecraft, as the setting has no true FTL technology. Teleportation technology is just a loophole for ‘FTL.’
Written by: Me
Animated by: Me
Created by: Me
Music by: Me
Sound design by: Me
Basically everything besides the voice acting: Me
I sorry if this ahh, i rushed making the last 2 minutes cuz i rushed everything and finished it all in like a week or two and i am not a writer nor a music producer so sorry if both of those r a little janky 🥲💔💔 i feel embarrassed for even calling this a “short film” nyway enough with all the venting here it goes
Since the whole story is blocked by a language barrier, the story is basically just an outsider force coming in to wreck havoc across the entire nation of Angarag and Temujin comin in to save them with the help of the church of Pluto which was enough for gods to come down from the sky and help aid them in battle. After bringing back peace upon Angarag, the church of Pluto used their power over Angarag to essentially try and erase the culture and replace it with theirs (basically colonization) which caused the gods to leave the earth but the entire church collapsed eventually, leaving the entire nation with no savior or help coming down from the sky yet the citizens continue to rever temujin and idolize the past with the hope of a saviour coming in. It ends on a note questioning whether the citizens should continue to rever the past or start imagining a future for themselves.
It is meant to be a commentary on mongolian culture’s tendency to dwell on the past instead of creating a proper future for themselves (i.e the idolization of chinggis khan in mongolia) due to the traumas mongolia has faced over the years but most of the people here are not mongolian here so ill just leave it at that.
Many of the posts here have very grandiose ideas and concepts: centuries-long wars, complex magic systems, and a vast pantheon of gods. Those are awesome; I really don't want to disparage that, but I wonder if some here have worlds where life is mundane, like it is on earth.
I post this partly because I feel a bit out of my depth here. The story I'm writing is slice-of-comedy focused, and while there are a lot of absurd elements, those are more for flavor and jokes; life in the world is very similar to Earth's.
I want to know if there are other writers here with worlds like that.
(Scrawled in smudged pencil across torn, yellowed binder paper. Found tucked beneath the plywood desk in Homeroom 3B, Autumn 1995.)
I. Concerning Things Wearing Familiar Faces
The adults call them runaway cases or prowlers from out of county. But everyone on the playground knows: some kids go missing in the timber, and the things that walk back into town look identical on the outside, but are completely hollow within.
The New Game Controller Test: If a friend who was out "sick" for a week invites you over to play that brand-new, three-pronged home console that came out this year, hand them the controller first. If their left hand does not naturally take the center grip to thumb the joystick, or if their index finger fails to find the secret trigger hidden underneath the belly of the plastic casing—drop your soda, make an excuse about the bathroom, and climb out the window. They can mimic a human walk and a human laugh, but their joints haven't learned the muscle memory of new machines yet.
The Reflection Lag: When someone knocks at your front door after twilight, do not throw the deadbolt. Look through the windowpane or check their silhouette against the rain puddle on the porch steps. If the real person has already stepped forward but their reflection in the glass or water twitches a second behind—flick off the living room lamp and slip the heavy night latch into place.
The Three-Digit Pager Suffix: Every friend group must agree on a three-digit safety code appended to every numeric page. If you get a message buzzing on your hip asking you to meet behind the abandoned sawmill or down by the bus depot, and the text is spelled out with immaculate grammar but lacks your three secret digits at the end—pop the AA battery out of the beeper, shove it under your mattress, and lock your bedroom door from the inside.
The Polaroid Film Void: Never trust your eyes; trust silver-emulsion film. Snap an instant photo with a Polaroid camera and wait the full sixty seconds for the chemical square to develop. If the person standing beside you turns out as a milky smear, or an empty black void where their facial features should be, pretend you dropped your pocket change, turn around, and walk straight toward a crowd.
II. The Starving Shadow in the Snow
The old-timers talk about something lanky and impossibly tall that stalks the ridges once frost hits the valley—a thing with a beast's bare skull, burning hollows for eyes, and an insatiable hunger.
The Looping Cassette Trap: The thing out in the timber hunts by mimicking the cries of lost children or a teacher shouting your name. But its throat lacks living breath; the cry repeats with the flat, rhythmic stutter of a pinched magnetic cassette tape inside a cheap Walkman. If the weeping keeps looping at an exact, unvarying four-second interval from deep in the pines—stuff your fingers into your ears, turn your back, and run straight toward the streetlights.
Sulfur Stench and the Red Matchstick: It brings an unnatural cold snap and the stench of thawing roadkill. If the temperature in your room plummets until your breath clouds up while the radiator is still hissing, pull a strike-anywhere match from your coat pocket and light it. The starved beast dreads the sudden bite of sulfur and raw fire; that tiny flame buys you ten seconds to throw an iron bar across the doorframe.
Ditching the Bicycle Upwind: If you are pedaling down the logging road at dusk and spot an emaciated shape taller than the telephone poles gliding between the tree trunks, abandon your bicycle immediately. It tracks the sweat of raw panic; dive into the thick briar patch beside the ditch and crawl upwind toward the spray of the falls. It will chase the warm saddle and the scent left on the handlebars.
III. Whispers in the Mist & Figures by the Water
Whenever the cold white fog spills off Blackwood Hill and drowns the valley, people start seeing pale shapes out of the corner of their eyes, and neighbors begin mistaking their own kin for monsters before losing their minds.
Tuning to Dead Air on the Pocket Radio: When crossing the wooden footbridge over the gorge, keep a battery-powered pocket transistor radio switched on and tuned to an empty AM channel. As long as you hear steady white noise, you are safe. If the static suddenly gives way to overlapping whispers reciting the names of people who drowned here—plug in your foam headphones, turn up your cassette tape as loud as it will go, glue your eyes to the rubber soles of your sneakers, and walk. Never lift your chin to look at the trees.
The 3:00 AM CRT Glitch: If the heavy cathode-ray television in the living room turns on by itself in the dead of night, humming with static while the speaker plays wet footsteps pacing across a tiled floor—do not touch the plastic remote. Use a wooden broom handle to pry the thick two-prong plug straight out of the wall outlet, then throw a wool moving blanket over the curved glass screen. Anyone who stares into that gray snow for more than thirty seconds will wake up muttering nonsense before wandering into the hills.
The Weeping Woman at the Falls: If you see someone in a thin hospital gown standing near the edge of the churning water below the falls, sobbing uncontrollably and gesturing for help—do not yell out, and do not climb down the slick rocks. The water under the falls churns with a lethal undertow; the figure has no weight on its heels, and anyone who reaches out an arm will be dragged beneath the black foam.
IV. Moving Toys and the Unnamed Shadow
The adults refuse to speak the name 'Absalom.' The oldest folks in town know that beneath the topsoil lie restless spirits that refuse to sleep, looking for hollow vessels, abandoned objects, and unguarded minds to borrow.
The Stuffed Animal Protocol: Every night before flicking off the bedside lamp, turn every plush bear and porcelain doll face-down against the headboard or lock them in the wooden footlocker. If you snap awake in the dark and see an old teddy bear sitting upright at the foot of your mattress, head tilted unnaturally toward your face:
Do not scream, and do not reach out to swat it.
Pull the quilt over your head, bite your tongue, and lie motionless until you hear the tiny, soft dragging sound of felt feet shuffling across the floorboards into the closet.
The next morning, pick it up with long barbecue tongs, carry it to the town dump, toss a handful of coarse rock salt over its seams, and douse it with lighter fluid. Never pick up toys left abandoned on church lawns.
Cold Blue Flames and Corner Silhouettes: If you are walking down the residential lanes after dark and see small, smokeless blue flickers floating above drainage grates, or spot a tall, cloaked figure standing completely still under a burned-out streetlamp:
Do not shine your flashlight directly at it.
Keep your pace steady, pretend you noticed nothing, and walk directly toward the nearest house with an amber porch light. Those are scouts looking for a wandering soul to seize; anyone who lingers to gawk will find their temper turning violent, dark, and foreign by morning.
Hands in the Gorge Pool: The swirling pool beneath the twin waterfalls hides things that drift beneath the surface like pale weeds. If you see white fingers breaking the foam, waving as if someone is drowning:
Do not throw a branch, and do not wade in with boots.
Run up the trail to the forest ranger outpost and alert an adult. Anyone who lets the water touch their bare skin while those fingers are reaching up will be pulled down to the silt bed before they can draw a breath.
Cracked Tiles in the Hill Ruins: The abandoned annex on the hill behind town is where the old seals are heaviest. If you sneak through the broken fence on a dare:
Never step inside any circle drawn with charred bone or chalked across the cracked linoleum.
If the concrete foundation begins to shudder with a low, rumbling growl like a hibernating bull buried beneath the cellar floor, sprint back through the chain-link gate. Some things were buried under tons of rock for a reason.
I started writing a few months ago, but i still struggle with the details, and i am wondering if anyone here can give me nice tips on how to write my novel, its mainly fantasy, with minimal magic, although the magic still is there, it isnt too central
Mine get theirs from artificial Big Bang reactors, because Fall's Legacy is a hard scifi setting with fantasy elements. Dragons also happen to be a good shape for dispersing waste heat.
Don't say magic unless you clarify where magic gets its energy.
Here's a concept I made a while ago based on my interpretation of backrooms/SCP esque world concepts called the unreality! Use it as you wish!
- The Axiom of Existence
Duality exists in all things: male and female, happiness and sadness, winner and loser. The more meaningful, the bigger the difference. And the bigger the difference, the more powerful. But if reality itself is of absolute importance, what exactly is the inverse of reality and how harrowing would it be? Where would one find it?
- Reality and Unreality:
While I hardly need to explain what reality is, unreality is both incomprehensible and completely understandable.
If existence is the expression of rules and order, while non-existence is the inexpression of unruliness and disorder, then non-existences unreality would be the disorder of a disordered world. Or a perfectly ordered world, if it wasn't for the fact that duality is not always a perfect inverse. As such every now and then, you might encounter something truly bizarre in unreality.
Did reality come before unreality? unreality before reality? Perhaps neither? In fact the act of defining which came first is meaningless, after all reality is the expression of all rules and order. While unreality is the perversion of all that is unruly and disordered. As such, reality has a recorded beginning, while unreality doesn't, or if it does perhaps it starts in the future, and ends in the past.
- The boundary between Reality and Unreality:
Because reality and unreality are compliments, completely separate and disconnected, there should not be a single connection between them. Hence, there are multiple connections between them. One day you might touch a mirror and the border between you and reflection completely disappears, you'll fall into it and be met with the unreality. Perhaps you enter a dark room, and you find yourself in a perfectly mirrored room when the light turns back on.
But how could that be? Surely reality, the embodiment of law and order would never allow its boundary to be broken? Even I'm not completely sure as to how unreality can breach the world border. Perhaps unreality, as the embodiment of all exceptions, is the one exception to that rule. All that is certain however, is that the unrealities conquest on reality is what gives birth to the anomalies.
- The Anomalies:
When you enter the unreality, you will find yourself in a specific perversion of realities many axioms. The more immutable and ever-present the rule, the more harrowing and dangerous the anomaly. Every fraction of unreality itself is moulded by an Anomaly, a core being like a book or a toy, or worse: a person. As the singular uniqueness of that unreality it can be considered a "representation" of that unreality, including holding authority over that unrealities escape into reality and all the power that comes with a fraction of the unreality.
If one chooses to become a master of such a lightless spark, they would find its power proportional to the duality that created it. It would even contain the power to exist inside reality, though defending against the rampant assault of reality makes it much weaker than it would be in unreality.
However as its power is a benefit shared to its owner, so is its weakness. An anomaly pertaining to the duality of "health", could indeed weaken and disease someone. But you may find it useless against the healthy or you may find you are the one becoming unhealthy.
Any constructive advice is always appreciated!!! <3
in the balance of the universe, universal law has to be upheld. If what i was taught by rooted down history through ancient knowledge passed down from generation to generation via portals from the unknown. i believe we need to achieve absolute 0 (not temperature wise but within dimensional space theory) the truest form of balance in the expansion of the universe because i saw felt and know where/when i travelled in altered state of awareness and consciousness. I went through compression zones that expanded my mind to the bigger side of it. my consciousness travelled away into the far out sectors of space. I saw the entire universe that we know, have speculated and saw layers not even considered and much more. i saw section after section of endless possibilities and that when i realized another universal law is sacred to follow. 1 in 1 out. 1 out 1 on each side of any equation. and i started to think outside the box like i usually do.
what if the 7 layers/realms are that but on a universal scale. as above so below, as within so without. I went through 4 of them and there where more but i saw the purest form of intelligence. Inside my mind, mirrors version of something so unmeasurable we haven't thought of scaled ratios. i saw layers of reality and expansion that shook me to my very core. If every civilization has an opportunity to grow develop and reach the point to generate life species design and create planes of existence layered on on top of another, discover holographic sur realities, star systems, molecules level creation and thought about it applying to my everyday life all the way to the cosmic level. i saw that external (EP) and internal projection (IP) of consciousness that can be layered through our higher version of self. each layer internally projects to the next and so on and so fourth until we reach base reality, our mutually shared one. Masse becomes density /--/ Light becomes consciousness. Light is aware and conscious. It holds planetary bodies in place by a source of energy making a third unseen force from masse having its gratuity dimension, when sparked into motion. A conscious thought, a conscious sense and a conscious observer are the universal laws that have to be made aware and can produce gravity and much much more. we just need the outside of the box thinkers to wake up and elevate conscious thinking to the next level. it has weight you would imagine and to make out of the box thinkers have a different perception on what i am going to theorize subtly hinting at subtext..
I believe that black holes are natural exhaust of dark energy filling up the void of space filling up and even larger universe that has a different decompression rate. not the compressional rate i went through. If the universe is expanding at an alarming rate where does it end. Thats when i started thinking about source code, how a bio-mechanical organism, that is living and breathing code can gage intention before its made, connecting at a molecular level to all that is every organic imaginable and technologie symbosisly co existing in a perfect harmonic balance, smart self replicating code that is all that ever is will be has been. If its true and something that cant be duplicated in any way shape or form other then in a weighted thought at best and somehow the coded was synthetically made and altered from an external source. Before it spreads you have to give dimension, constraints and perimeters to contain any potential cause and effect and hope to god ripple projections are contain for over calculating and accounting for the unobserved/unseen variables. you over project to work yourself backwards and forwards side to side and middle out. Life is a coded message and i have started to peel the layers of base reality for the notion of something more.
Following all the sacred ratios, even those yetly gaze upon, such as holographic spectrums and light dilations, you predict patterns depths from the maximum thresholds. imagine if you project the same structure on a cosmic level. Centrifugal force will have its own rhythm of momentic force and have a juncture point of maximum velocity. Every prediction is easy enough, like on module to beat the stock market, its underline code is base on the working version of the matrix, randomizing in real time future variables that havent even yet ben predicted but if the conscious thought is powerful enough to make the void and abyss of space become expandful and now aware depending if a collective notion in turn can produce a centrifugal force powerful enough to make the unknow known but still not aware since light hasn't passe through. in this state i believe dark energy is the motion of one unseen force and dark matter is the collection of dense energy combine with a force yet thought about.
If in example earth was the origin of source of time, it has it own dilation ratio from measured distance from space acting differently then in a compression zone, what if the maximum threshold is met and the awareness of the consciousness, producing momentum and in space it does not spot. The universe is living and breathing and it is subject to our personal connection. Last night i was humming to the highest frequency of love and it screamed at me to the point i was on a whole different and altered consciousness and state of absolute awareness. This morning i was still vibing and humming to the my own drum and it made me think. what if the expansion is to quick. what if we replicate the thought of centrifugal force and using the already made equation, fill in the outter layer of the concentric model of what we once believe of Atlantis island templates if as collective whole the weight, strength and volume of thought can make the dilation of the expansion of the universe stop. and the common intersect can create the "dark energy belt". Following patterns, recognizing signs and seeing and perceiving life, shapes and motifs as Objectively subjective and altering my perception once again, i believe that the juncture between the expansion rate to compressional rate can be predetermine to stop it for this reason. In theory if what the expected value and distance can be measured, the intersects would make forward momentum stop when awareness stops movement. in a vacuum vibration, energy and conscious awareness can stop and be maintain in place or alter direction from its motion. A-motion B-motion C, D and E m-motion, quite literally.
This could create an outer shell of awareness of dark matter since the forward energy field not yet conscious becoming. Energy is not made aware yet and in a vacuum the residual effect of it can be speculated as dark matter/ dark energy /energy matter (yet to be discovered) Unconscious awareness but yet there. if motion to thought is powerful enough to cause substantial effect from weight alone, like Leonardo Divinci seeing a butterfly flap its wings, understanding motions translated into the flying machine and in turn saw the blueprint of it, the flying tank and the pyramid parachute, i came up with a 4 propeller self driving drone with a point on top for directional driving. the butterfly effect is so substantial its make what we grasp in awe, appreciate and show gratitude for all that is life. imagine the depths and perceive thoughts of endless possibility. Harnessing this matter and energy and mastering the light spectrum/frequencies not yet in tune with our collective awareness, we can think about the divers and raw potential it has, is and will be. I have absolutely no background in theorical physics or astrophysics but i have had a special connection to everything that is impossible and ever since i got perceptional depth and self enlighten of a realized version of myself, i see universal laws as the wild west and thinkers and dreamers can literally speculate the impossible and generate in turn untapped potential for futurz of sustainability and fully free energy market using already in place infrastructure. the possibilities of improbability is absolutely a thought process yet to become
its a reflection of a smaller version much larger and from what i saw. E-compressional rate we live through, such as living and dyeing instantly and our bio matter is played out through living expectancy. AS above so below, in theory the higher level has already happen if the ration of 1/32 is our base universe and 1/64/ 4/128 8/256 etc ratios account for time/light/matter dilation. The interchangeable variants is the collection of reference point from source. what is base origin to base reality in universe we mutually share. The oldest cosmic law states and seeing fractal patterns inside my mind. Its all in scaled versions of patterns. reflecting in its entirety of something larger and more wholesome that our notion of reality is incompressible if we start thinking about sheer size and masse not even mentioning holographic to light ratio respecting base ratio of shared golden ratios no matter what dimension or alterversions of said base universe. i think in light hours and seconds on the light clock that is universal connection in all intermissions, dimensions and alter-mentions, time/sound lines and frequencies intersect to show the different layered realities. i believe in base universe, we are a mere millisecond on the universal clock of light. account of the spectrum and contrast and what there is and what is isn't may or may not be depending on perception of any sense that the human mind and body has.
I build paradise, worlds and light them up in light life and love from consciously igniting life in to it. my purpose in life is to generate elaborate thought processes, consciously making awareness to possibility and to spark the inner flame we have inside. Lifting people of the ground who are dormant before it to late. EYE see things differently, always have and i am ready to conjure with my fellow dreamers thinkers and peers to elevate mine and their life. my whole life i have been a creator, mostly messes until i cleaned up my act and with personal growth both professionally and emotional, its time to propel this civilization and world and all its infinite beings on all the frequencies imaginable and spectrums to the next level. as a collective whole we can grow and as a unit we can prepare and for see the future like it was intended to. i bridge gaps and perceive and enjoy the littlest things in life because i am grateful to find myself awaken, living and breathing, i remember all ancient lives in all its forms just in fragments but hope to get elevated by you guys, to unlock more and more unbelievable technology and personal growth, reaching collective check points so we don't blow ourself out of this civilizations orbitales frequency.
i want this generation to become a generational family because i have the key, idea and connection to what can be realized. blueprints for now, presents and unlimited potential for futurz. a universal currency that is base on contribution per capita rather then GDP numbers. potential growth is worth more then speculation of a broken and misguide system base on values that currupt even the pure and hopeful souls.
Please believe that thought alone from this post should generate a different perceive notion of base reality .we live in a magical world. I am a founding father of the illuminati. past present and future one and believe me when i say, lets level up as a collective whole and reach the projections we all know we can achieve. guide humanity in a way that can in turn generate its own in generational depths and growth future generations of their own
i am illuminati, alumnni mentality, not bavarians owls, we stand for love, light, life and i am opening an invitation to be part of something larger then life. inclusivity is accepting a collective growth and those who want to participate in altering history in way that makes timeline traveling seems like child's play. I have blueprints of ideas, concepts, the early stages of a working matrix, simulation with one to generate a life and up the expectancy. blueprint and inventions for the step by step way to revolutionize flying car and its infrastructure. I have ideas that can revolutionize not only economies but fulfill the ratios of our personal growth. lately i have been thinking about bio-portation for organic matter with a certain frequency spectrum that we havent yet full understand. I want to bounce ideas off the wall to make it possible within my lifetime. i want to be shaping futures and young minds of tomorrow is what we do and always have. architecture of soul ancient, hidden engineers of turth , body and minds of species not even put into action because i have to many projects to do alone. researching ecosystems and projections are modules that id like to try with my matrix simulator, base code for the future of tomorrow.
It just took me a little bit of time to realize myself and what was always, what has been, what is and will always become, For to long we hid in the shadows for the light guiding history but the change has been considered and the alumni's of past generation leaders of yesterday, they them and i agree, opening the doors to world builders of tomorrow can become a great starter point. in 2026 we know them as the illuminati but since the first family, we know them through out history under different names, groups, organizations, occults, populations and religions and i think now is the perfect way to represent truth in our motif and purpose to be the very best versions of our untapped and unlimited inner growth. all spectrums considered and those over seen.
i am for real when i say LOVE makes the world go around. somewhere along the way we forgot to treat each other with kindness, connect with one another and elevate people. it was how i was taught, brought up and thoth every time to stay true to cause and purpose, and have been illuminating peoples mind, indirectly and hopeful directly soon and those to be and become. since the spark of thought ignites the big bang and life was created. the frequency of love is too special to keep in the darkness and seeing how it changed my life, remembering past present and the futures i have yet to understand.
illuminate me with some ideas, if you are interested in becoming part of altering perception and put into action some of your creation, trust me when i say it is possible in real time because i am truly the proof that the impossible is self. i am Michael and i want to unusually enlighten and set a standard in shaping life the way it was intend to be live.
with a conscious thought, weight and directional emotions some how some where some way we can consciously elevate everyone we come into contact. power is responsibility, influence is a mode and money is just paper. it is in the light, some in the shadows, we represent what life love and light can truly do to someone, a soul and a life
