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Top 14 2020/2021 Jersey Guide
This post aims to show as many Top 14 jerseys as possible for the upcoming season - after all, since it is also reasonably likely to be cancelled, those might become collector items in the future. And for those who care about it, I have been trying to identify both the brands, sponsors (and what kinds of companies they are) along with other anecdotes when I can find some. The reason is that some sponsors really make the shirts uglier - I'm thinking of Bordeaux' Bourse de L'Immobilier on the chest, this one I'm sure will be more popular without sponsors. It's also interesting to see what kinds of companies sponsor rugby teams in France. I'll try to update it when new kits are revealed (including Away/Third when applicable - although I will just link because the max number of images is reached there) - looking at you Stade Français. Also some sponsors are still missing due to me not having had access to all full kits yet, I'll see if I have the courage to look at butts in scrums to complete the list. Image size has nothing to do with personal preference, I just tried to save some of my sanity by cropping the ones that were easier to crop (e.g. La Rochelle & Toulon). you can click on them I guess. Favorite ones: Bayonne A, Montpellier H, Brive A Edit: BTW, when I wrote "back - bottom" in the sponsor description, it means "bottom of the shirt, in the back", not "on the player's bottom" - that one is marked "shorts - back".
Avia Picoty (filling stations), left & right sleeves
Lea Nature (organic products), back - top
COGEP (accountants), shorts - back
Bigard (meat processing), back - bottom & right thigh
Charente Maritime (La Rochelle's county), left thigh
Bonus: It is the same shirt as last year - the Stade Rochelais decided to cut costs due to the uncertainty of the pandemic (they are the team whose stadium has the highest filling rate in the league and rely on it for their finances, hence why Covid hurts them a lot. Merling is the company founded and owned by La Rochelle's president, Vincent Merling.
Lyon
Home Brand: Macron Main Sponsor: Matmut (insurance) Other sponsors:
6e sens immobilier (real estate), chest - left
GL Events (events), chest - right
Serfin (financial services), left sleeve
Eiffage (construction), back - top
BFM Lyon (media), back - bottom left
Justin Bridou (delicatessen), back - bottom right
EM2C (real estate), left thigh
Crédit Agricole (bank), right thigh
Samsic (business services), shorts - back
Bonus: Matmut is also the brand of Lyon's Gerland stadium.
Montpellier métropole (self explanatory), chest - right
Hérault (Montpellier's county), left sleeve
Tressol Chabrier (car sales), back - top
Sud de France (local food producers), back - bottom
Urbaser (environment services), shorts - back
Crédit Agricole (bank), right thigh
Bonus: Altrad, whose founder Mohed Altrad is Montpellier's owner, is also the French NT's shirt sponsor.
Pau
L: Home, R: Away Brand: Macron Main Sponsor: Total (oil and gas) - also on the back of the shirt Other sponsors:
Terega (gas transportation), chest - left
Cancé (metallic construction), chest - right
Autaa (handling and logistics), left sleeve
essor (real estate, shorts - back
Leclerc (supermarkets), left thigh
PLH (real estate), right thigh
Bonus: The twin peaks on the back of the shirt symbolize the Pic du Midi d'Ossau, the most famous summit in the Pyrénées-Atlantique county, with a height of 2884m, and whose nickname in Béarn is "Jean-Pierre".
Racing
Home Away Brand: Le Coq Sportif Main Sponsor: Natixis (bank) - also on the back of the shirt Other sponsors:
Clarins (cosmetics), chest
Assystem (engineering), chest - left
Hauts-de-Seine (club's county), left sleeve
alila (real estate), back - bottom
Foncia (real estate), right thigh
Andros (fruit and milk transformation), left thigh
Triangle Interim (temp agency), shorts - back
Bonus: Le Coq Sportif is also the brand used by the French NT.
Groupe Loudane (specialized transportation), chest - left
AGV Garelli (real estate), chest - right
Team Interim (temp agency), left sleeve
Volkswagen (automaker), back - top
Pizzorno (environment), back - bottom
yack (air conditioners), shorts - back
JOA (casinos), shorts - left thigh
Bonus:Shirt reveal video. The man in their back is Felix Mayol, whom you might know from the stadium's name - he was a singer in the beginning of the 20th century and a RCT fan, and funded the building of the stadium.
Toulouse
Home Away Brand: Nike Main Sponsor: Peugeot (automaker) Other sponsors:
Airbus (plane manufacturer), chest - right
Jimenez (logistics), left sleeve
Fiducial (accounting), back - top
Parera (cartography), back - bottom
Bonus: The stripes are inspired by the 85-86 shirts - they won back-to-back titles in these years.
This is the fifth and final part of me reading and sharing my thoughts on the Danganronpa Fanfic; ‘Three-Point Shot’ by RandomRex6. Here’s the last thread if you missed it, and here’s the actual story if you’re reading along. Spoilers for the canon V3 will be left unmarked, you have been warned, and it’s kind of difficult to spoiler tag the actual final case of a killing game. I’ll do my best, but I will once again implore you to go read the story yourself before reading this. On that note, if you’re someone who’s struggled to find the time to read this story you may be able to have it read to you instead. A frequent commenter of the story on AO3, Net Neutrality, has their own Youtube Channel where they’ve spent the last couple of years working on a audiobook style video series for this fanfic. It’s not finished yet but the latest update is less than a week old at the time of me posting this, so it’s worth a look in at the very least. Anyway, we’re kicking off with a big spoiler after the last chapter, so this really is your last chance to stop reading if you haven’t finished the story yourself, don’t start complaining at me if you ignore this and get spoiled …Ok, that should be long enough. So we return to the cast gathered in the hidden room of the library, having just discovered that somehow, Keebo has taken control of Motherkuma. He explains that when Kokichi sent him into the virtual world, the Supreme Leader used a flash drive (which I had completely forgotten about) he won back in chapter 2 to create a copy of Keebo’s AI. In the chapter 5 Free Time, Kokichi used a weaker EMP to disable the Nanokumas in the library whilst he placed a stronger EMP next to the door to the hidden room. The whole stand-off where both he and Maki pressed their detonators? Yeah, once of those triggered the library’s EMP, taking out the Nanokumas again and disabling the door to the hidden room (I’ve seen some comments saying this doesn’t make sense, Kokichi would still need the card key to open the door, but I think the story’s good with this one. There are electronic doors out there that actually require power to remain shut, so in the event of a power outage, they’re easy to open and nobody gets trapped inside. I can buy that this is one of those occasions.) When Kokichi fled the group using the flash bomb, he went to hidden room to plug the Keebo USB into Motherkuma, and as soon as the EMP wore off, TDR switched Motherkuma back on remotely, not knowing it was now compromised. Also, when Kokichi sent Keebo off to fight the Exisals, he snipped his antenna off. Kind of feel like that’s something that should’ve come up in the last case, but oh well. Getting all this information at once is a bit hard for the group to digest, and a lot of them have a hard time believing that Kokichi set all this up knowing that he was going to die as part of this plan. Everyone but Kaede, that is, who seems to have an easy time believing that Kokichi was trying to atone for setting Tenko and Keebo up to die. Honestly, I feel like this shouldn’t be so hard to come to terms with. Not so much the whole, “he felt he had to atone part,” but the idea that he wouldn’t be willing to sacrifice himself when these guys literally just had a trial that ended with him allowing himself to be executed to resolve the unsolvable crime he’d set up. I mean what more proof do they need after that? He literally told them he was more interested in hitting the mastermind where it hurts than his own life. Ambiguous character or not, it’s a whole other story when they were actually alive to explain this stuff to you like he was. Also, small nitpick, but how does this Keebo know all of this? My understanding is that this Keebo’s memories should end from when Kokichi made the copy, when OG Keebo entered the virtual world. Sure, he can scan Motherkuma’s databanks and learn some of the stuff he missed, but how can he know what happened whilst the EMP’s were active, surely Motherkuma can’t see that either? Anyway, Keebo’s making the preparations for his Monokuma army (dubbed Kiibokumas/Keebokumas) to detonate at one point in the End Wall to blow a hole so they can escape, but Kaede vetos that idea, worried that they have nowhere to go, no rations prepared, no ID’s and would probably just be recaptured and taken somewhere else. So instead, they send a message to the ones pulling Monokuma’s strings, telling them to make their final ultimatum, or else…they’ll just go with Keebo’s plan. Of course, the ultimatum proposed is the Danganronpa tradition; one final class trial, if they can solve all the remaining mysteries, they can go free. If they fail, Keebo goes back into his regular body and the game continues. They’re given a small bit of time to investigate, and each have some new evidence in their labs (how did the new evidence get there? Keebo has control of everything but the one Monokuma unit he’s allowing the puppet masters to speak through.) Most of the clues pertain to the canon V3 plot twists; their memories and personalities are fake, and the killing game has happened before. And after a short space of time, the group (joined by Keebo, using a modified Monokuma unit as a vessel) have their final class trial. The Monokubs are back…again…because we all want that final scrum debate at the end, I’ll give them that. And the start of the trial plays out like you’d expect; they bring up the Gopher Project plan for the first time and swiftly dismiss it as fake news. The information they have on Rantaro suggests this isn’t the first killing game, and from there they figure out that these games exist for people’s entertainment. They’re shown a video of Rantaro vowing the same things they’re now saying, that he won’t stand for this which…I guess means he failed, since the killing game is still going? …Yeah, the whole ‘Rantaro and Tsumugi are prior participants of the killing game’ thing they’ve been building up kind of ends on a down note. I mean, I know they couldn’t have beat TDR of the game is still going, but I at least thought the pair stayed behind so their friends could go free. But the video message Himiko finds shows Rantaro pleading with his future self to ‘save them,’ so it sounds like he didn’t even manage to accomplish that. Kaede explains that the clue in her lab was a flashback light, the first in the entire game if you would believe it, only Kaede opted not to watch it, not trusting Monokuma’s intentions. This turns out to have been a close call, as apparently it was supposed to reprogram Kaede’s mind and make her the game’s mastermind. And finally, we meet the game’s mastermind, the mastermind I was spoiled on from the beginning; Kaori Akamatsu, Kaede’s twin sister! She was mentioned a couple of times throughout the story, so it doesn’t come out of nowhere, and Rex left an extremely subtle hint in chapter 20 of the story that I’m not surprised none of us picked up on. And having went into this story knowing who the mastermind is, I never actually stopped to think about the merits of the decision, and ...I kind of would’ve preferred it if they just went with the teased plan of reprogramming one of the characters we already knew. I mean, the idea that TDR can literally make anyone into the game’s mastermind with their technology paints them as a truly heinous and powerful villain that must be stopped before they can ruin anymore lives…but it also strips those masterminds of their autonomy, they don’t matter. Kaori really isn’t the villain here, and honestly we really don’t know anything about her, she’s not even herself right now because they infused her with the typical mastermind/Junko personality. She’s Kaede’s sister, so we care about her by proxy, but I just feel like this would be more effective if it was a character we were invested in, one we’d really gotten to know throughout the story as opposed to a casual reference every now and then. Don’t get me wrong, she’s not bad, but she’s just sort of…Junko without the shifting personalities. The mastermind precedes to explain what’s left; who Team Danganronpa are, Keebo’s role in the killing game, they even show some comments made by the ‘show’s’ fans (which are actually comments of the story itself on AO3, which is a nice touch.) That’s basically all the mysteries solved now, so the kids have to make their choice; continue the killing game, or leave, but have their original personalities returned to them. Kaede doesn’t know what to do, and in a moment that was very DR2-esque ends up in a black void, talking not with her love interest or any of the deceased students, but her pre-game self. I love this idea, these kids confronting their past selves, the versions of them that saw no value in their lives, and threw them away to participate in the killing game. It’s essentially their past selves’ fault that they’ve been put through this mess, so it’s a confrontation that has a lot of potential. Kind of wish the two of them didn’t get along so well though. Past Kaede gives present Kaede some sass before helping her to make a decision. In the end, Kaede decides they need to take the option to leave and get their old personalities back. She argues they’ve come too far to turn back now, even if this moment doesn’t won’t end Danganronpa, it will plant a seed of doubt in the hearts of those that enjoy the show (which is admittedly a more realistic approach to how TDR would have to be dealt with than the game took. One bad season probably isn’t going to cut it.) We get the customary final challenge of the MC convincing everyone else to join them; Ryoma joins because if his past trauma is fake, he may have something more meaningful waiting for him out there. Himiko joins to honour Angie and Tenko’s memories (even though Angie didn’t really do much at all for Himiko in this story?) Keebo joins to show he’s a strong, independent robot who don’t need no creator. Maki joins both for the sake of honouring Kaito’s memory, but also to payback TDR for turning her into a weapon through her backstory (kind of the best reason of the lot, imo) and Shuichi joins because he can’t keep hiding away from the truth anymore (even though this Shuichi has already embraced the idea of being a detective as a coping mechanism for his depression) Kaori tries to argue that once their personalities are back, they won’t want this decision anymore, but Shuichi disagrees, citing the post-trial aftermath of chapter 4, where Miu continued to call Keebo ‘Idabashi’, suggesting that they’ll maintain some of their in-game personas even with their old personalities back, and they’ll just have to take that risk (Like I said, very DR2-esque ending.) They win the scrum debate with the Monokubs, Kaori admits defeat and takes them to the flashback light terminal to begin work on returning their original personalities. Keebo explains that he’s going to try and hack into TDR’s main servers, and upload his AI into the net, since his physical body can’t leave the academy, he may find freedom there instead. And Kaede and Shuichi kiss (I really feel like this should’ve been the first time they did that, but I forgot to mention they did this in the Free Time chapter of the last section, so whoops.) And the army of Monokumas and the five Kubs self-destruct by the end wall to let the kids re-join the outside world. The epilogue takes place quite a long time later, 4 years in fact. The kids are now adults, Kaede and Maki are meeting for lunch and MAKI HAS A CHILD! KAITO GOT MAKI PREGGERS DURING THE LOVE HOTEL SCENE AND NOW SHE HAS A LITTLE BABY GIRL CALLED ANZU! I FUCKING LOVE IT! SHE’S ADORABLE, SHE SAYS KAITO’S CATCHPHRASE IN BABY TALK! I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED THIS SO BADLY! I’VE KNOWN THIS CHILD FOR 5 SECONDS AND I’D ALREADY SLAUGHTER EVERYONE IN TDR FOR HER SAKE! Ahem, sorry about that. Anyway, the kids have sort of become figure heads in a protest movement against the show. Their whole gamble about regaining their old personalities paid off about as conveniently as it did for the DR2 cast. They’re pretty much exactly who they were in the game, but they just also have some fond memories of watching the show. Kaori’s seeing a shrink, since they’re struggling to get that Junko personality out of her brain (Can’t help but think this may just be an attempt to dodge having to give Kaori a personality of her own.) Ryoma’s enjoying his new freedom, travelling around the world as a tennis coach. Himiko’s on tour holding magic shows whilst trying to raise awareness of how wrong the killing games are (Kind of feel like that message is kind of diluted when you’re still making use of the talent and personality they gave her as part of the show.) Shuichi’s receiving medication for his depression and I believe is still dating Kaede. And the pair of them overhear that auditions for the next season of the show will be starting soon, but the cast size has shrunk again, since they’re struggling to find participants, and something (Keebo) is making it difficult to access the website. I love this idea of giving us a small peak into the characters adult lives. Sometimes, you just need something a little more concrete than simply hoping that the characters had a good life once the killing game was over. I’m torn on how they dealt with TDR, I know I said it’s a more realistic approach and it is, but it’s a shame that 3/4 more groups of kids have to participate and die before the show gets shut down. And, that’s it. My journey through Three-Point Shot is completed, and I’m now obliged to give my final thoughts on the story as a whole. Before I talk about the story itself, I just want to acknowledge how insanely difficult the format of Danganronpa even is to write for;
16 characters, do you know how few stories out there try to have as many as 16 new, reasonably fleshed out characters with each instalment? Yeah, some characters matter more than others, but they all have a personality, background, dynamics with each other. Most stories opt for no more than 8 or 10 characters at best, so it’s no wonder how much of a struggle it is to try and pull it off with 16 of them.
Then you have to be brutal and try and parcel down all those backstories and potential character arcs you’ve come up with to the bare essentials, the cream of the crop, because you’re killing off, on average, two of these characters every chapter. You will never have enough time to flesh out all of them. So, you’ve got to pick and choose which ones matter most for the story you want to tell.
But let’s not forget, those characters that die aren’t simply being killed off, it’s a murder mystery! So you’ve got to devise clever schemes that manage to strike the right balance between not being too obvious whilst also making enough sense to create a satisfying conclusion. You have to spend more valuable time foreshadowing this stuff, without it ruining the pacing.
And then, if all that wasn’t bad enough, you have to try and wrap this all up together. You have to come up with an overarching story, a mastermind who’s motivations justify this whole charade, and build towards a satisfying final confrontation between them and the rest of the cast.
When you really break Danganronpa down into those four components, you realise how much of a miracle it is that this series is even a fraction of coherent as it actually is. Most sensible writers wouldn’t touch this idea, they’d tell you it just wouldn’t work. So no matter what I have to say about this, or any other fanfic I read in the future, they all have my upmost respect for even attempting this challenge and having the guts to put their work out there. (Also, I don’t go over everything that happened in these threads. I say it all the time, I want you to read this stories for yourselves before reading these threads. You should never let someone else’s opinion act as a substitute for your own.) Telling a story is a two-part process; both coming up with your ideas and then conveying those ideas to your audience. Three Point Shot’s greatest strength was the ideas it came up with. I loved the creativity behind the motives, and the cases. I thought the casino party in chapter 2 and the use of honey in case 3 were great ways to make new use of V3’s already established locations. I loved V3, but my favourite parts of this story were when Rex let their creativity go unrestricted by what the canon dictated. Kokichi blackmailing Maki, only 1 murder in chapter 3, Shuichi’s depression, Angie not knowing whether her thoughts were hers or Atua’s, Keebo wanting a surname, the split vote idea. When the story attempted something new, or injected its own take on the V3 canon, I was generally all for it. And inversely, when the story repeated something that happened in V3 just for the sake of it, it generally wasn’t received so well by me; night time training in chapter 2, Himiko’s relationships with Tenko and Angie, the way Rantaro’s storyline just sort of ended. The problem isn’t replicating events from the canon, I had no problem with Kokichi’s antics and the student council, but it’s when the story replicates something without considering if what this story’s already changed affects it. I loved the romances. I’m a sucker for a good romance, but I don’t turn to Danganronpa all that often to get it. Saimatsu and…(checks Google) Harukaito (Really? That’s what we call it?) just felt really genuine in this story. It felt like teenagers falling in love, being awkward about it at times because they’re only teenagers and they don’t know what they’re doing. Just very wholesome, genuine teen romance. However, one of the issues I brought up quite often towards the end was how the story handled its supporting cast. Kaede, Shuichi, Kaito, Maki and Kokichi were all used to reasonably good effect across their lengthy screen time, but all the other characters kind of suffered for it. This isn’t exactly unexpected, I did say a while ago that it’s impossible to flesh out all 16 characters in Danganronpa, and you have to prioritise the most important ones for your story. It’s just kind of a shame that they went with the characters that already received a lot of screen time and development from the canon. The only characters that made it to this story’s chapter 5, that didn’t make it that far in the canon, were Kaede and Ryoma. I never really got the sense that anyone here was this story’s equivalent to Fuyuhiko, or canon Himiko, someone who initially didn’t seem like much, but develops in such a way where you can’t imagine them not surviving. It’s not for a lack of trying. Each chapter had three instances when the group split up (when they’re expanding the school, the Free Time chapter, and the investigation) and it consistently tried to give each character some sort of scene in each of these sections, but they kind of gave me a Ultimate Talent Development Plan vibe; they were fun interactions but they didn’t actually build much character. I think that’s partially because the story kept trying to mix and match different people together, so instead of really developing one strong bond with another person, we got several soft bonds with several people. I can see some debate over which approach is better, but I personally prefer the former, consistent interactions with a smaller portion of the group. My favourite interactions was when Gonta showed Angie around his lab, because that was an interaction the story kept up with, but the little three-way dynamic between Himiko, Ryoma and Keebo was also pretty consistent. I think RandomRex6 showcased that they’re more than competent as a writer. You have to bear in mind that this was just supposed a simple 1-chapter project that exploded into a full-game rewrite and from start to end, the project took just under a year to complete. They came up with some great ideas, and whilst I found faults in the execution at times, there was always some element that made me want to keep going, and Rex was their own harshest critic, never letting themselves of easy after disappointing their audience with Korekiyo at the beginning, and that fuelled them for the rest of the story. Whilst I think the fanfic peaked with chapter 3, I don’t think it ever dipped significantly after that. And that’s about all I have to say. I’m not gonna type up my thoughts on the characters again, because honestly what I said in the last thread for each of them still stands. I suppose Kaede stepped up more as a leader in this finale. It might be a couple of weeks before I start another fanfic series like this, and I think it’s time to move away from the V3 related ones for a while, just to give the rest of the franchise a chance.
Recommended if you like: Pythius, State Of Mind, Rido You know what we haven’t had in a long time? Remixes! Ten years after the initial release on his Virus album debut, it is time for a remix package of Audio’s Genesis Device album. Originally the plan was to premiere these four remixes of some of his most well-known classics during the 10 years of Genesis Device Virus takeover in the legendary venue that is Fabric in London. As you might have guessed, they instead pivoted to a livestream with most of the acts booked for that event, including Black Sun Empire, a classic Matrix set and the neurofunk godfathers themselves, Ed Rush & Optical. The remixes were premiered during Audio’s own set and just 2 very long months later, here they are! For this milestone, the ungoogleable producer got together with four of the best neurofunk producers the scene has to offer. First off, we have Black Sun Empire who took the titular Genesis Device and turned up the hype factor to 11. I’m going to be honest with you, a 4x4 type beat during the buildup gets me hyped like nothing else. It worked for Enei’s Sinking or the mega collab that is Sidewinder by Camo & Krooked & Mefjus, it worked for this. What follows isn’t any less ridiculous though, that drop just screams energy. Next, Redpill. On his Emissions Remix, Redpill took the “newschool”-techy route that he is known for from tracks like Flesh & Blood or his Rido collab Time. Compared to the first remix a bit of a vibe switch for sure, but I think we needed that. He even sneaked in a cheeky voice sample from the executive director of the WHO’s health emergencies program in there at the end. The third remix is Agressor Bunx’s take on the frog-croaking classic Jibba Jabba. Even though they didn’t stray too far off the original, the changes they did certainly succeeded in updating it to the current “modern” neurofunk sound. Finally, we have Prolix on remix duties for Scanners. The TrendKill label boss managed to transform the original fast-paced neuro roller into one of the biggest bangers of this year. Absolute monster of a remix. Hide your shoes somewhere safe.
2. Current Value - Time Gap [Blackout]
Recommended if you like: Machine Code, Underhill, Curry Value Why don’t we stay in the neuro spectrum for a little while longer? Let’s talk about one of DnB’s most productive producers of our time: Current Value. Seriously, just scroll through his releases on Spotify. It takes a while. After releasing two albums last year (just let that sink in), PUER on Souped Up and Senex on Methlab, the Berlin-based personification of prolificness returns once again to Black Sun Empire’s Blackout with a four-track EP with some of his work to date. He opens the EP with the titular Time Gap, a track that sums up his appeal in just 4 minutes. Strange vocals, cyberfunk-esque atmosphere and a drop that is just straight up weird. But good weird. Chaotic weird. The follow-up Operator reminds me of the more stepper-y tunes on his Methlab album Senex. How he keeps finding this strange sounds is a mystery to me. Planar is an endless barrage of noises coming straight for your ears, but arranged in such a way that you still end up enjoying it. The EP closer Deadspot sounds a bit like my neighbours banging on my door to keep the noise down. What I’m saying is, this EP might not be for everyone. But it certainly is for me. If you like strange and unique drum and bass, you’ll be in heaven.
3. Various Artists - Modern Soul LP 5 [Vandal Ltd]
Recommended if you like: GLXY, Redeyes, Halogenix I think we all deserve a break after the madness we just witnessed. Good thing Vandal Ltd just released their fifth installment in their Modern Soul compilation series! Founded in 2014 by SKS and Redeyes, the sister label of Toulouse-based Vandal Records has since then become one of the finest places to find soulful and deep liquid. The Modern Soul series perfectly encapsulates what the label is all about. Regularly featuring genre legends like Lenzman, Monty or GLXY, mixed in with contributions by some of the best up-and-coming liquid producers, it is always worth checking out. And this installment is no exception. While the big name tracks on this release by Monty, Invadhertz, Amoss and Mark Dinimal (also known as MD or one part of Data 3) are all just excellent, the relatively lesser known producers also put in their work. Arp XP’s provides such a chill vibe that it made me want to check out more of their back catalogue, Rizzle is once again on fire, Vandal regular Forum’s contribution is also very much something to look out for and Arcatype delivers not just one, but two great vibes. Last but definitely not least we got some delightful tracks by Phase and LaMeduza, legendary french producer Peyo, polish hidden gem In-Deed and Metalheadz regular Adred. Perfect lovely vibes for a chill sunday.
4. DKN - Auf Den Start / The Peak [Subtitles Music]
Recommended if you like: Survey, GROUND, Grey Code It’s time. For what? Do you really have to ask? For the Underrated Track Of The Week™ of course! This week’s pick might not fit in completely, because I’m sure the creator will become way more famous in no time. I mean, the A side was even played by Dimension in his DJ Mag livestream on saturday. Oh well, still worth talking about. I’m of course talking about DKN’s debut release Auf Den Start / The Peak on Teebee & K’s label Subtitles Music. If you listen to the double single you will understand why I believe that this man will blow up very very soon. The Brightonian DKN rose through the ranks with his mixing abilities, winning the Data Transmission DJ Competition in 2015 and eventually catching the attention of TeeBee. Soon enough he was featured on Subtitle Music’s Podcast The Sub Club, culminating in this debut release on that same label. Both Auf Den Start and The Peak bring a lot of raw and deep energy to the table. Both use great vocal samples that are stuck in my head for hours after listening to them. In conclusion: Both are bangers. My favorite has to be The Peak though, just because of that fast-paced high-pitched instrument (wish there was a shazam for instruments) that comes in half-way through the rolling drop. If this is just the debut release, imagine what else he has in store. Other Hidden Gems this week:
Speksi - Beg / Veil (hooooly Magnetude vibes)
Drumsik - Noise In My Mind (was already released on Beatport previous, but it’s really really good and I missed it before)
Intro: Fourteen Months After the Creation of the Hutt Empire Amanda paused, unsure of how to proceed. Jabba's newest slave, Mara Jade, sat across from her on one of the plush harem sofas. It was midnight and the two were alone in the harem, the other slaves either pleasuring guests or sleeping in their own personal rooms, attached to the harem. Mara had been proving exceptionally stubborn to the training Amanda had been giving her. Due to her striking appearance and spirit, Jabba had wished to add her to his harem ever since their first meeting, though could not until he had defeated the empire. Now, firmly in control of the galaxy, Jabba had ordered Mara to be captured. Three months ago, Mara had finally been caught and brought to Jabba's Nal Hutta (formerly known as Coruscant) palace. "Never, I will not obey him!" Mara was saying. She was dressed in a revealing all red costume that complimented her hair, as well as permanent make-up and an unbreakable red collanecklace to symbolize her status as one of Jabba's pets. Amanda sighed. Three months, and Mara was still not close to submitting. She had been given a deadline of five days from now to make Mara obey, for that was the day of the first Hutt Council meeting after the formation of the Hutt Empire. Already an excellent dancer, Mara would be a valuable addition to the festivities. So here Amanda was, staying up late in a desperate attempt to train Mara on time. Instead, she could be sleeping or pleasuring a guest. Boba Fett had even seemed interested in taking her tonight! But no, she had to remain here in a seemingly futile attempt to break Mara. Suddenly, the harem door opened. Amanda immediately dropped to her knees, glaring at Mara when she did not do the same. Standing there was Leia, the harem queen and Amanda's only superior among Jabba's pets. Beautiful, spirited, and dressed in the most revealing and expensive costume of all, Leia was the pride of the harem, the best of all of Jabba's slaves. Amanda had aided in Leia's training, and the two were now best friends, as well as intensely intimate with each other. "Welcome, your highness," Amanda said to the harem queen, kneeling before her and touching her forehead to the Queen's foot. Leia smiled at her approvingly, then turned to Mara. In a superior tone, she said, "Mara, The High Exalted One demands that you spend the night with him tonight, alone, for he senses it is the only way to tame you." Mara got off the sofa and studied Leia. Extremely sweaty, with the Hutt's slime visible on her body, it was obvious she had just been pleasing Jabba. "Hutt slut," Mara muttered as she left the room. Once they were alone, Leia lessened her haughty attitude. "The High Exalted One appreciates your efforts, but he has realized Mara cannot truly submit until she sleeps with him and feels the pleasure he can give." Amanda was surprised. She and other slaves were often allowed to please Jabba alongside Leia, but this was the first time since Leia's arrival since one of Jabba's pets would do it without Leia, or even spent the night with him. "Don't worry, he made sure to have his fill of me before I came here," Leia said, grinning. Amanda, still kneeling, started kissing her Queen's feet, and then, when Leia shot her a look of inestimable haughtiness, began to lick them in earnest. "Forgive me, your highness, I failed in the task you set me, this is my fault. You should punish me," Amanda begged. Leia looked down at her best friend, running her toes slowly over Amanda's tongue, carefully sliding each one along her mouth. Amanda took it gratefully, enjoying the taste of her queen. Leia let her go on just for a bit of suspense. Besides, it felt nice.. "No, for I did not succeed as well. It will take a night with The High Exalted One to tame her. Besides I could never punish you," Leia said. Amanda stopped kissing Leia's feet and looked up. "Thank you, my mistress," she said, smiling. "Of course, Amanda," Leia said, then sighed, "I miss my master." "Your highness, he must really want to tame her if he is willing to spend the night without you," Amanda said, trying to comfort her. "I know, he said he'll really miss me. But he will have Mara to ravage all night, whether she wants it or not. I guarantee that by tomorrow morning she'll have realized her place. He told me to sleep here. I wonder, can I spend the night in your room?" Leia asked seductively. Amanda grinned. "It would be my honor, your highness," she said, giggling. The two walked into the lift that would take them to the rooms for the senior slaves. After it stopped, they stepped out into a hallway of seven rooms. All the way at the end was Amanda's personal room, the most luxurious of them all. They proceeded to enjoy each other's company for over an hour, stripped naked of everything, except their slave collars, complementing over each others bodies, indulging in all their favorite games. Amanda loved doing this with all her sisters, but she enjoyed playing with her best friend and Queen by far the most. Their last game, the giggle game, took the longest, but the usual victor won. On Leia's fifth turn, Amanda finally lost it. "Ha ha ha ha yes yes yes ha ha ha!" she yelled once Leia's hand moved from her breasts to her entrance. Leia didn't stop there, but continued until Amanda reached her peak. "Yes! Yes! I love you so much your highness. Yes! Yes!" Amanda screamed. Once she calmed down, Leia rubbed the climax along Amanda's flank as she said soothingly, "I love you too, now it's time to get to bed." "Yes, your highness," Amanda agreed, slightly worn out. Their play time was very fun, though nothing compared to a night with the High Exalted One. They climbed into Amanda's king sized bed. "Almost as comfortable as The High Exalted One's throne," Leia remarked. The two wore nothing but their collars, Leia's still connected to Jabba's throne by her massive leash. Amanda quickly snuggled into her Queen's side, licking the Hutt's slime from her breasts as she did.. "Oh, Amanda, you never told me how you were drawn into The High Exalted One's service!" Leia said, tilting her head farther in. Amanda hesitated. She was proud of her place now, but less so of her beginnings, before her enslavement. For this reason, she had never talked to Leia about this before. However, she had to eventually, or else Leia could bring the High Exalted One's wrath onto her. "I'll tell you, your highness, though my story is much less glamorous than yours," Amanda said. "Just tell me," Leia commanded. "Alright, fine," Amanda said. She began to tell her story. Seventy Five Years Ago: From Humble Beginnings Amanda was born on the backwater world of Utapau, forty seven years before the outbreak of the Clone Wars. Her early childhood was pleasant and uneventful. She was an only child, and her parents were fairly wealthy from a lucrative blaster modification business, at least at first. Once she had turned five, her father began to neglect his work and start to gamble (a new sensation on Utapau), convinced by advertisements that it was an easy way to make money. Instead, he soon began to lose all of his savings. By the time Amanda was seven, the family had started to slip into debt. Amanda's mother, tired of financial trouble, soon became a heavy alcoholic. Refusing to admit his mistakes, Amanda's father began to blame Amanda for their problems, reasoning that the additional expenses required for her upbringing had forced them into debt, with his gambling only a side effect to the problems she had caused. He began to act colder and harsher towards her, believing his own lies. Despite the irrationality of these statements, her mother did nothing to deter her husband, too deep in alcohol to care. Amanda was shaken by these changes. Her parents had never been really close to her, but they had never been cruel before. At the age of eight, her father made her work for several nearby businesses, saying it was high time she start paying her fair share. Only eight, she was unable to make much, and her father continued to gamble. When she was nine, her father berated her one night for their continued financial stress (by this point they were on the verge of loosing their house), saying she wasn't working hard enough. "But dad, maybe your gambling is part of the problem too," she meekly muttered. Enraged, he smacked her hard across the face. That was the beginning of the physical abuse. For the next two years, Amanda worked day and night to 'pay off her debts,' occasionally receiving a beating when her father got bad news. Once she was ten, her father began to lighten her meals, blaming her large appetite for their continued debt. The breaking point came on her eleventh birthday. That day, they finally lost their house. Amanda received a horrible beating that night. Moving into a small apartment, Amanda was now only treated as a servant. Until she was sixteen, she worked from dawn til dusk, surviving on less and less food. The law was thin on Utapau and her family didn't have any friends, so no one knew about her predicament. Finally, when she was 18, she had had enough. One night, she sneaked out of her home and journeyed to the nearest sinkhole city. Finding the spaceport, she quickly located a Republic ship. It was a small, personal yacht, but it clearly belonged to a Republic citizen. She had never left Utapau before, and was eager to see this Republic she had heard about. Soon after she arrived, she saw two men leave the ship, leaving the hatch open. This is my chance, she thought. She quickly went into the open hatch and entered the ship. Going to the back, she heard a rumbling on the other side of the door. This must be the engine room. She went inside. The room was small, but there was enough room for her a small window. Soon, she heard the pilots come back on. To her relief, they started the ship. I'm free! she thought. She heard the ship blast into orbit. A Hard Life Ahead Amanda's good fortune was not going to last. For the next three hours she hid in the engine room, uncomfortably crammed. Eventually, she felt the ship pull out of hyperspace. She looked out the porthole. Outside, she recognized the world of Naboo from an atlas she had read during the small amount education she was given on Utapau. Suddenly, a blast rocked the ship, then another. They were under attack! She heard the pilots panic and try to maneuver, but this was a pleasure yacht, not a fighter. Another laser hit the ship, and Amanda heard the power go out. They were a sitting duck. Through the window, she saw the other vessel, a small but heavily armed fighter, dock next to them. Soon, she heard a cutting sound. They must be boarding! she thought. She heard the door fall, then two blaster shots. Then she heard voices. "They're dead, let's see if there's anything interesting aboard," said one human male voice. Amanda heard what sounded like two men walk around the ship, searching various cabinets and compartments. After a while, they spoke again. "I told you this wasn't a smuggler's ship," said another voice. "Hey, it looked like it might be one in disguise, and we can still sell it," the first man said. The footsteps stopped outside the engine room. "Wait, let's see what's in here," the second voice said. Amanda was terrified, but had nowhere to hide. The door opened, and Amanda was face to face with two human men, both looked to be in their thirties and wore combat gear. Two perverse grins appeared on their faces. "Jackpot," one said. The two escorted her to the front of the ship, holding her at blaster point. She saw the former pilots dead in the hallway. "You're coming with me," the second man said, "Jaxton, drive this ship and follow me." The first man, Jaxton, nodded and remained on the ship. "Move it," the second one, obviously the leader," ordered, prodding her with the blaster. She was pushed through the destroyed doorway onto the pirates’ ship. It had an all black interior and was sparsely decorated. "Listen, I'm just a runaway, so you could just leave me on the planet and I'll be out of your hair," Amanda said. "Yeah right," the leader said, stepping onto the ship and closing the hatch. "You'll be very useful where we're going," he told her. "Where is that?" she asked. "Bespin. With all our captures, plus that yacht over there, we have enough money to start our own casino," he said. "What does that have to do with me?" she asked. "Ha! You'll be working there. No pay, of course. Jaxton has really been wanting a whore to have fun with, so he'll keep you for a while. When he's tired of you, you'll be an ah, entertainer for the casino patrons," he answered. Amanda didn't scream, she didn't beg. Instead, she simply sighed. "Thought you'd be more upset than that," the man said. Clearly, he was cruel and enjoyed others' suffering. "It can't be worse than what I've dealt with before," Amanda said. Grunting, the man ordered her into the ship's holding cell, than locked her in. Can't be too bad, she thought. Once again, Amanda heard a ship blast into hyperspace. Long Night That night, however, Amanda realized what she was in for. She heard the door to her cell open. "We've docked for the night, and Jaxton wants some company," said her captor menacingly. She was hauled out of her cell and taken to the other ship. Amanda was thrown inside the hatch. "Hello beautiful," Jaxton greeted her. "You're going to be my slut when we get started on Bespin, might as well get used to it," he told her. He examined her. Though she wore raggedy clothes and was a little thin, she was very pretty. "Take off your clothes, now!" he ordered. "I'm only eighteen!" she protested. She received a hard slap to the face. "Now," he yelled. "Reluctantly, she removed all but her undergarments. "All of it," Jaxton ordered. Amanda did as he asked. He looked her up and down. "Nice," he said. "Now, I am going to ravage you. If you resist or fight back, I'll call in Vol, and we'll both enjoy you," he said. Amanda realized he wasn't lying. Throughout the next hour, she learned exactly how bad her new life would be. Jaxton was brutal. Even though she did not resist, she still acquired several bruises from the rapist. Apparently, these pirates were as sadistic as they were greedy. She tried to take some pleasure from his actions, but ultimately failed. Jaxton began to thrust inside her. "No, no, no!" she screamed. Mad with lust, he slapped her across the face. In the end, he climaxed into her. Barely feeling any pleasure, she failed to do the same. Jaxton finally got off her. "Enjoy that, slut?" he asked. Amanda did not respond. Jaxton sent her back to Vol's ship, not giving her her clothes back. Naked, she crawled into her cell. Not given a blanket, she tried to sleep as best she could. Shivering, she laid and the floor and tried to ignore her pain, tears flowing from her face. Soon, she to ignore the hunger as well. She had not been given food for twenty four hours. Eventually, she managed to does off. As horrible as this night was, it was only the beginning to another dark period in Amanda's life. Casino The next morning, they arrived on Bespin. Amanda was provided a scratchy set of rags, then led off the ship at blaster point. Looking around, she saw it was a seedy world, much worse than Utapau. Jaxton and Vol quickly escorted her to a run down hotel and checked out a room, the attendant seemingly unconcerned that she was held prisoner. The next week, with all their compiled funds, they bought a large, abandoned building and refurnished it into a dazzling casino. It quickly began to generate huge profits. Moving in to the casino, Amanda was forced to become Jaxton's whore, just like he promised. She hated the vile man, but had no choice and no chance of escape. She was clothed in rags and fed little, and she became increasingly thin. After a year of this continued torture, Jaxton finally grew tired of her, getting other girls from the vast wealth he now commanded. This was no respite from Amanda's seemingly hopeless life, however, as Amanda was forced to become a stripper in the Casino, having to pleasure various guests who paid for her. Her nineteenth birthday flew by, forgotten, and Amanda's torrent of misery continued. Throughout the next year, Amanda stripped in the casino. Through some miracle, she was not given any sexually transmitted diseases, but her low amount of food continued to make her unhealthily thinner. Amanda would have been able to run, if not for the bracelet she was forced to wear. Incredibly difficult to remove, it was designed to prevent her from leaving. If she stepped ten feet from the casino premises, it would explode and kill her. It seemed there was no way for Amanda to escape her hopeless situation. Fifty Five Years Ago: Amanda's New Life Soon after Amanda's turned twenty, Jaxton and Vol began to expand into the weapons dealing business. Using the profits from their casino, it started off quick. They bought weapons from public weapon manufacturers, made them more deadly, and sold them to various crime lords and gangster throughout the galaxy. The details interested her little, though it sadly reminded her of her father's own blaster modification business. Will my life ever change? she often thought to herself. Six months after the start, Jaxton and Vol sold a large quantity of weapons to a crime lord named Jabba the Hutt. The Hutt was one of the main benefactors for men like Jaxton and Vol making him the perfect customer for the two small-time thugs who were just starting out in the business. Amanda didn't know a lot about Jabba the Hutt, other than that he was a powerful crime lord, but her captors certainly did. Making a huge profit off of the deal (especially as they had cut corners on several of the modifications) they spent a night ravaging Amanda in triumph together. It was the worst night of her life, and that was saying something. The things they did to her, the horrible agony of two men forcing themselves on her at the same time, drew Amanda to the edge. Over the next three days, she started to contemplate suicide. Amanda considered leaving the casino and let the explosion do it's thing, for clearly, life held no happiness for her. During the third night, Amanda resolved to walk away from the casino the next morning. When she woke up, Amanda put on her usual rags, walked downstairs, and entered the casino lobby. Walking inside, she discovered Jaxton and Vol in intense conversation. "What is that ship doing here?" Vol yelled. "I don't know, maybe Jabba found out we jipped him on those blasters," Jaxton answered nervously. "Damn, this isn't good, let me do the talking, ok?" Vol asked. "Fine," Jaxton replied. Amanda stopped. That thug who her captors sold weapons to was here? This was frightening. If he was really coming this far about the weapons, he must be really pissed! Suddenly, the doors barred open. The strangest sight Amanda had ever seen was coming in. It consisted of a large dais/throne like thing made out of hard stone, with several rugs and pillows on it. Anti grav technology propelled it forward. Sitting on it was a massive slug like creature. He had slimy, green skin, with large intimidating reptilian eyes. A long muscular tail extended from his body. His most defining feature, however, was his amazingly bloated size. His massive stomach and several extra chins were two prominent examples of his fat's affect on him. Surrounding him were three scantily clad human girls. Each looked to be around twenty and, for some reason, looked subservient to the Hutt. "Vol!" Jabba's booming voice yelled. Trembling, Vol stepped forward. "Welcome mighty Jabba," he said. "I have no time for games Vol. Those blasters were worthless, and I'm here to rectify the situation," Jabba boomed. "What do you mea....." Vol began, but was cut off when his body lifted into the air. Behind him, Jaxton was lifted as well. Both grabbed their throats as if choking. The casino patrons quickly ran in terror, but Amanda, mesmerized, did not move. "No, please," Vol coughed. Jabba said nothing. Soon, the two pirates dropped to the ground, dead. Jabba looked around. "I think that is proper payment," he said. He suddenly noticed Amanda. "Hello there, my lovely," he said to her. Amanda stared at him. Extremely thin and dressed in rags, Amanda didn't look so 'lovely' these days, though she was naturally beautiful. "Come here!" he commanded. She slowly walked forward. If she refused, who knew what he would do to her? When she was close enough, he reached out with a stubby arm, and, with massive strength, hurled her into him. A slimy tongue reached out from his wide mouth and kissed her, revealing his attraction to her. Amanda jerked back, surprised. He was clearly the most disgusting creature in the galaxy, yet for one brief moment, she had felt some pleasure from his kiss. "You will be coming with me, my lovely," he said to her. Too afraid to resist, she sat on the throne as it left the casino. After they were some distance away, the Hutt waved his hand. Several dozen feet away, the Jaxton and Vol Casino somehow disintegrated into ashes, crumbling to the ground. "Melina, wine!" he demanded. One of the slave girls reclining on his tail handed him a large flask of Huttese wine. He drank some, then lowered it to her. "To their deaths," he said. Amanda couldn't help but grin, that was one thing she could get behind. She drank out of Jabba's hand. It didn't taste too bad. Jabba wrapped his arm around her. "I am your master now," he said in a commanding voice. Did he say, master? If that's right, then I'm going to be…his slave! Amanda realized with horror. Without any further conversation, the throne reached a nearby space port. Standing there was a large pleasure yacht, though Amanda saw it was also heavily armed. The dais moved up the lowered boarding ramp and into the ship. The Journey to Tatooine The throne headed deep into the ship. Soon, it entered a large lounge like room. Amanda saw three Twi'leks move to some poles and strip dance on them. It didn't really worry Amanda, she had had to do far worse than that while in the casino. Just then, her stomach growled nosily. Due to the small diet she had been receiving since she was ten, Amanda had grown used to this. Jabba noticed, however. He pulled her close to him. "Are you hungry, my pet?" he asked. Did he say pet? Is that what I am? she thought. Regardless, she was starving. "Yes," Amanda said. "Yes, what? Jabba asked with a hint of anger. Amanda sighed. If submission would get her food, then she would be submissive. "Yes master," Amanda said. Jabba stroked her shoulder. Jabba spoke in Huttese to one of his servants. Amanda didn't understand it, but a minute later dinner was brought out. Jabba was given a large assortment of creatures she didn't recognize. Amanda and the other slave girls were each handed a plate of five loaves of bread. It didn't look like much, but Amanda ate hers ravenously. After the first bite, Amanda knew the bread had been modified. It filled her up more than it should have and tasted much more complex. She quickly devoured the rest, still feeling slightly hungry. "Usually five loaves is enough for my pets, but I can see you have been starved, luckily you have me to take care of you," Jabba said. Jabba ordered five more loaves for Amanda. This time, Jabba took the plate and held out a loaf to her. "Ask, nicely," he commanded. Amanda swallowed her pride and said, "Please, master," she begged. Jabba lowered the bread to her mouth. Amanda was forced to eat from his hands. After her tenth loaf, Amanda was finally full, for the first time in eleven years. "You shall soon learn to appreciate me, as all of my pets do," he told her. Amanda said nothing. The ship soon arrived on a desert planet. The dais left the ship and headed for a large palace like structure. The heat didn't really bother Amanda, for Utapau summers were worse than this. Entering the palace, the dais stopped in front of a large door. "Melina, you are coming with me," Jabba said. He turned to Amanda, "This is where you leave me, my lovely, but before you decide to resist, just remember where you would be without me," he said. The slaves, minus Melina, left the dais and went through the door. Preparation Amanda entered the harem, and was immediately shell shocked. While the "harem" back at the casino had consisted of a rundown bed and a pole to practice dancing with, this had to be the most luxurious place in the galaxy. A floor of polished marble was covered by thick, soft blue trith-fur carpeting, and studded with massive silken couches and futons. The walls had been completely covered with billowy velvet, and cut into the floor were a number of deep, steaming pools. Bowls of fruit and bottles of wine were placed so that one would always be at hand. Discreet glow-panels gave everything a soft shade, and the skylights had been shaped to shatter the twin sun’s light into a spectacular rainbow display. At the far end of the room was a piece of floor that was not covered in marble but in blue mats. The ten poles sprouted from them and touched the ceiling, as well as a mirrored wall and a wide variety of equipment to improve balance, speed and coordination, made it the best studio that Amanda had ever been in. "Wow," she gasped. One of the girls turned to her, "Like it?" she asked. Amanda nodded. "Good, because this is where you'll stay for the rest of your life!" the girl said. Amanda couldn't believe it. This would be the best place had ever stayed! "Now come on, it's our job to assess your dancing capabilities, to see when your ready to entertain The Exalted One," the other girl said. Amanda was led to the dancing area. It was easy for her to impress the other slave girls. She had been strip dancing for years. "Wow, you're pretty good. A little fine tuning, as well as learning the regular palace routines, but overall, impressive," one said, once Amanda had finished. "Honestly, you might be the best dancer we have, with a little work," the other girl added. Just then, Melina returned. "Are you ready for your new outfit? It's my turn to dress up The Exalted One's newest pet, plus I am the harem mistress, so let's get started. Amanda was ordered to strip and sit on a stool, and Melina got to work. She took out some make-up and began to rub the brush all along Amanda's face. Once she was done, Melina began to stroke her fingers across Amanda's make-up. "Stop, you'll smear it," Amanda protested, jerking back. "No, just making sure I applied it correctly. This make-up is permanent, it never smears," Melina explained. "Really?" Amanda asked. "Our master has created several technologic advances. Now for your hair," Melina said, then added in an angry tone, "And if you ever question me again, I will starve you for a week, understand?" Amanda hesitated, then said, "Yes, mistress." Melina then worked on Amanda's hair, making it into waving curls going down to her neck. "Usually Jabba's pets are given earrings, but your hair would hide them, so we'll skip that," Melina said. "Let's see, you look like a blue. Melina walked away and returned with a long blue strap-like thing. She proceeded to apply it onto Amanda. Two straps were placed on her shoulder. They went down to her breasts, forming into two bra shapes. They diverged slightly and converged below her belly button, then went down and barely covered her entrance. Melina stepped back and examined her, as if expecting the straps to stay on by themselves. And they did! "Good, now for the finishing touches," Melina said. She put a small black skirt on Amanda. It barely hid anything, but would be the only covering her backside had. Melina then put two black heels on Amanda's feet. "One more thing," Melina said, "Time for your collar." Amanda stuttered. "My co..co..collar," she asked. "Yes, you are a pet, not just a slave. A permanent collar will ensure your bondage. If you are ever one thousand feet from your master, it will cause you to collapse into unconsciousness, now kneel before me and hold still!" Amanda obeyed. Having her collar knock her out was better than having a bracelet kill her. "The Exalted One told me to give you specifically this one," Melina said. She produced a thin silver collar with a small circle formed in the front. Melina fastened it on Amanda's neck, then clicked it shut. "Finished, now you are forever one of us. Now I have to get you a room." Melina led Amanda down a small hallway that branched off from the harem. They walked past several closed doors. "Right, this one's empty," Melina stopped. She opened a door. "Welcome to your room," Melina said. Once again, Amanda was overwhelmed. The room boasted a large king sized bed, several comfortable pillows, a small, personal hot tub, its own air conditioner, a large mirror, and, strangely enough, an alarm clock on her table.. "Now go to sleep, I don't like to be kept up," Melina started to leave, then stopped. "Oh, and this is for questioning me," Melina said. She suddenly took her hand and slapped Amanda hard across the face, driving her to the floor. "Let that teach you," she said, leaving. Explanations Amanda hauled herself up and sat on the bed. Tears formed on her cheeks. Melina's blow had stung, but the knowledge that yet more of her life would be spent under the thumb of cruel captors was even worse. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door. Another human slave girl entered. "Hi, I'm Jess," she said. Amanda didn't respond, what if she was as mean as Melina? "I want to talk to you, since that bitch Melina is too important to tell you about your new life," she said sarcastically. Amanda smiled. "Come on in," Amanda said. Jess sat down next to her. "Don't worry, everyone here is nice except for Melina, and she can't do too much," she said, "Anyway, I wanted to welcome you, sister," Jess finished. "What do you mean, we're not sisters!" Amanda said. "Not in blood no, but all of Jabba's pets are sisters in all but name. We are your family now," Jess explained. "But I already have a family, not a very good one, but still I have a family," Amanda argued. Jess sighed. "No, you don't, that part of your life is meaningless now. You don't have a mother, you don't have a father. You are no one's daughter, and you have no other siblings. All you have is us, and The Exalted One. We are the only relations you have, sister," Jess said. "Speaking of The Exalted One, that's all we're worthy to refer to him as, I think you have the wrong idea about him," Jess continued. "What do you mean, I already know he's a disgusting, vile, cruel, crime lord who cares for no one but himself," Amanda said. "No, you're wrong," Jess said, "He cares for everyone, especially his pets. We are very dear to him. Look around you. You have a king sized bed and a personal hot tub! You saw the harem. The Exalted One loves to spoil us," Jess said. Amanda hesitated, then said, "Maybe you're right, maybe. I'll have to see how he treats us. Speaking of which, what is it like to live here?" Jess smiled. "It is a heaven, Amanda. We are never hungry. We are never thirsty. We have to practice dancing from 11 to 2, but the rest of the time we can simply relax and enjoy ourselves," Jess said. Amanda didn't like how she said that. "But what about dancing for him?" Amanda asked, "Isn't that horrible?" Jess grinned. "No, and we have to do far more than that," Jess said. Amanda gaped. "Yes, you will make love to The Exalted One, and let me tell you, it is pleasurable beyond imagination. Of course sometimes you will have to pleasure his guests as well, but you wouldn't believe how fun that is either. They can't treat us badly, or they'll be severely punished. And no matter who it is, you'll have a great time," she explained. "There's no way pleasuring that beast is fun," Amanda argued. "It is, Amanda, trust me," Jess said, "Pretty soon, you will see your master as the most attractive being in the galaxy. In fact, the fatter he gets, the more alluring you will find him," Jess said. "What about Melina, why is she so cruel to us?" Amanda asked, trying to change the subject. "I don't know. The Exalted One made her harem mistress, giving her some superiority over us, but she's not supposed to be cruel. Part of it is probably because she was a high aristocrat, making her think she's way better than the rest of us. Plus, she's pissed he won't make her harem queen. I'm sure The Exalted One will discipline her soon," Jess said. "I thought you said she was already harem mistress," Amanda asked, confused. "That's different from harem queen. The harem queen is The Exalted One's personal slave, as well as a step above harem mistress, who is only in charge in the queen's absence. Since a harem queen has never been appointed, the mistress is technically in charge here," Jess explained. "Why has a queen never been appointed?" Amanda asked. "The Exalted One says he's waiting for a specific person who will come and become queen, but that it is far into the future. Of course, he sometimes enslaves women and has them serve him personally, but they are never meant to last and are always given away or disposed of," Jess said, "But we're getting off topic. Regardless of Melina, you will soon be glad you were brought here. Two weeks into my enslavement, and I was rejoicing that The Exalted One took me." "Jess, don't you miss your family?" Amanda asked. "Not at all," Jess said, "Something you'll soon realize, Amanda, is that none of your previous attachments or relationships will matter to you. In a month, all you will care about is serving your master and relaxing with your sisters. Your true sisters, us. You will love us, and forget about everyone else. The Exalted One is your life now, and you will soon accept that." "I may have no previous attachments, but I bet you still miss your former family," Amanda accused. "No, you don't understand. I don't. I barely remember them. My life only started to matter the day I came here," Jess repeated. "Why didn't they try to find you?" Amanda asked. Jess grinned. "The man who used to be my father did. He came for me. Offered to buy me back. But our master refused. The man tried to leave, but was not allowed to," she said. "Why not?" Amanda asked. Jess shrugged. "The Exalted One said it was because he had seen the man during the senate debates and knew him to be a selfish bastard. I had known that before I was taken, but I had still loved him, I think. But when The Exalted One had him dropped into the rancor pit, I did not care. I sat on our master's throne and watched the man die without any sadness whatsoever. My only reaction was to thank The Exalted One for his wonderful masterly care of me," Jess revealed. "That's horrible!" Amanda exclaimed. Jess shook her head, "No, it wasn't. I had lost all connection to him the second I was taken to The Exalted One," she explained. "So where are you from?" Amanda asked. "Coruscant, my former father was a senator there," Jess answered. "Wait, your father was a senator?" Amanda asked, shocked. "Well of course. Hutts prefer their pets to be taken from the aristocracy, so many of us here had parents in the senate. What about you?" Jess asked. "I...am not from the aristocracy. In fact, I have nothing," Amanda admitted. "Correction, you had nothing. Now you have a wonderful, luxurious, and pleasurable life here. You're the first girl here who isn't an aristocrat here, but it's not a big deal. The Exalted One probably saw that you were helpless and decided to take you in. That should show you how gracious he is," Jess said. "Now I better go. Just remember three things. Set your alarm for 9am and only call Melina 'mistress' while in her presence. And most importantly, only refer to our master as, The Exalted One. If you are ever granted the honor of speaking to him, call him either 'master' or 'exalted one,' anything else would be horribly disrespectful. Don't give Melina a reason to hurt you," Jess warned as she walked out. Once alone, Amanda removed her new clothes and got into bed. She wasn't sure what she thought of her situation. On one hand, she was a slave, a giant slug's slave, who would be forced to pleasure him and his guests. On the other, she now relaxed in a king's size bed, her own hot tub was three feet away, and she wasn't going to bed hungry for the first time in years. Maybe what Jess said was true, she would enjoy being Jabba's pet and would soon be immersed in her new life. After all, where would she be now if Jabba hadn't taken her? Alone, starving, and homeless on the slum world of Bespin. As she started to drift off to sleep, Amanda decided to see how the next day went. Path to Submission First Day Morning Encounter Amanda was woken up at 9 by her alarm clock. Yawning, she decided to test out her hot tub. Next to it was a small control panel. She quickly adjusted the temperature to her liking and entered it. The water was like heaven. She hadn't had this at the Jaxton and Vol casino. She put on the bubbles and enjoyed the water against her naked body. Amanda suddenly noticed her collar. It was the only thing she currently had on. Reaching it, she tried to un-click it. Maybe Melina was wrong and it really could come off. Pulling, she tried to tear it apart. It didn't budge. "You won't have any luck there. The second it clicks on the collar seals forever. No force in the galaxy can remove it. Face it Amanda, you'll be a pet to The Exalted One forever. You'll soon be proud of it," Jess admonished as she entered the room. "Jess, get out of here, I'm not wearing anything!" Amanda exclaimed. Jess grinned. "Not a problem," she said in a suggestive tone. Amanda watched, stunned, as Jess removed her own clothing and joined her in the hot tub. "Jess, I know you think we're sisters but I'm not sure I'm comfortable wit...." Amanda protested but stopped after Jess put a finger on her lips. "Just stay still," Jess ordered soothingly. "Wh.." Amanda started, but was interrupted as Jess leaned forward and kissed her. No, I don't like women, why is....oh, oh that feels sooo good, Amanda thought. To her shock, she didn't pull away, and even started to lean into the kiss. When finally Jess pulled back, Amanda found herself leaning forward. "Bu..but I've never liked women?" Amanda asked, more to herself then Jess. Jess smiled. "Liked that, didn't you?" she asked. Amanda nodded. "I..I don't understand, I've never felt that way before," she admitted. "I felt that way my first time here too, but pleasuring yourself with your sisters here is extremely fun," Jess said. "Why?" Amanda asked. "I don't know why, but something you'll find here is that no matter who you do it with, sex is very enjoyable in this palace," Jess said, with a knowing gleam in her eye. "You really think being here makes sex more enjoyable?" Amanda asked incredulously. Jess nodded. "Well, to be honest I think it's more because of The Exalted One himself. He is so pleasurable that it spreads around his presence. Plus, you've seen some of his ah, uncanny abilities," Jess said. Amanda found it hard to believe that a Hutt's presence dozens of yards away could do that, but had she also found it hard to believe that a Hutt could choke people telekinetically and disintegrate casinos with a gesture, which Jabba had certainly done.
Much of season 3 seems to be about similar but not the same events repeating in various reimagined versions, not always in parallel but sometimes decades apart. In line with that, I proposed that an anonymous little boy was driven over and killed in a Twin Peaks crossroads for the first time in 1988 by the suitably red Dodge truck of the Deer Meadow deputy Cliff Howard. Then it also took place in 1997 and 2016. In Fire Walk with Me, Laura's friend Teresa Banks lived in the same trailer park as the deputy. Later, Laura appeared to experience a dream-like version of the events that had taken place in the crossroads. Three incarnations of the traveling telephone pole number 6 linked Cliff's truck (FWWM), the hit-and-run in the cross-roads (P6) and Laura (P18) together. Had Laura been in Cliff's truck when the accident happened, in one version of the events? Elsewhere, I went through the "Congressman's dilemma", the "clues to the identity of the killer", as set by Albert in P3. I proposed a solution that linked the death of a little boy in the hit-and-run to Candie, of all people. So, on one hand Laura and on the other hand Candie seemed involved in the death of a boy that we saw in P6 driven over by Richard, alone, in the final version of the accident. Inexplicably, under her aloof appearance, Candie seemed to have a very guilty conscience. In P10, she had been crying her eyes out for having accidentally hit Rodney with a remote control. She was devastated even if the damage was negligible.
Candie: "How ... can you ever ... love me ... after what - what I ... What I did?"
Rodney was only rolling his eyes to her. The situation may have been ridiculous but Candie's emotions were real. Where were they coming from? Earlier in the same episode, Bradley asked about it.
Bradley: "What the fuck did you do, Candie?"
Earlier, I noticed how Candie entering the control room of Mitchum Brothers' Silver Mustang Casino was actually Candie leaving the same place but played backwards. Through this short footage, the backwards Candie was linked to Casino's three middle-aged white security guards that seemed counterparts to Casino's three white cocktail girls. It appeared as if these three guards were incarnations of Philip Gerard on this curious "version layer" that seemed to replicate and triplicate characters, things and storylines. In the Waiting Room, both Gerard and Laura talked and walked backwards and shared this and that with Cooper. Like Laura, Candie had no place to go. And they both had a long story. In P10, Candie was supposed to fetch Sinclair from the Casino floor to have a talk with the Mitchum Brothers. She got caught telling in length about something as the brothers watched on from their monitors.
Bradley: "What the fuck?" Rodney: "Did we ask her to tell him her life story?" Bradley: "For four fuckin' hours?"
Elsewhere, in P7, Beverly Paige wanted to know about Laura Palmer from Ben Horne.
Beverly: "Who's Laura Palmer?" Ben: "Oh, that, my dear ... is a long story."
Elsewhere, in the finale, Cooper had managed to convince Laura - who thought she was Carrie Page - to leave the town with him.
Laura / Carrie: "Right now I got to get out of Dodge anyway. It's a long story."
In light of all that, it quite looks like that Candie - together with her two mute companions - was an incarnation of Laura, stuck in a slightly better hair-brained state than the catatonic Cooper was. Could this have been in the aftermath of something that happened to both of them?
Divining wooly views gathered amidst shaven sheep hither Withered over swithering stalls denial state of dither Truth be told frank pens naif soliloquy Safe as house path hath proven treachery Steer clear of herd social immunity Distanced readily available data parsed trendily Blinks recount lost meanings earned from strife learned through catastrophe Graft retained splices tour de force movie Analyzed improvised differently Can't regain past yet relive history Elder protocols reference frames with specificity Documentary denotes concise recusant heresy Fish stink emanates spoils unquestioned head Rather than responsible gods chose dead Lightning rod shields guide flash EMP spread Relevance revivalist revived rival survivalist Diatribe analogous corroborates ridiculous Atoms congress fortuitous naught sea Devoid self restraint officiates ye Fitting new attire inspiring streaking Who protects us whilst we pay for havoc employ they reeking Hypocritically childish generally speaking Handshake implies word registers advice Modern intelligence is artifice Every three steps forward step back twice Deities influence me aloof aligned schism in rhyme Mother Hera ewe chimera godspeed breeds failed design Bell weather brethren splay scapegoat supine Veil of illusions enmesh conscious mind Can't feel my legs good help is hard to find Hawk departs from pleather glove turtle returns grounded dove Counteract abet anyone lapped them twice yet still they won Titans once asked before taking QE With us or against me democracy Issuance debt free usury for ye Soon to be impacting all interested negatively Cyclops blissfully fail to see plague kills with leniency World saved through open window tsunami Backdrops distinct radicle uprooted Restless tartarus not I confuted Reputed gambler prophet of doom rigged mind meld welds my tomb Despondent preach not gloom be democratic or leave cocoon Imploding race exploding time and space Unfathomable depths shallow measures Glasses adorned rose reflective pleasures Erratic compass static attained gains unsustainable Emphatically all ages deal unascertainable Sentiment key to public interest Democracy assess Big apple bests Guiding hand meaning Pantheist behest Seeking one's fulfillment complements of demagoguery Building baseless pyramid in name of Great Recovery Hallucination merits upheaval Remit repreival persecute venal Sufferance from nescience trumps all evil Yon morrows martyr covets this abysmal cross commuted Tread on entrenched fear submit control guiltily included Govern is to rule as meant to intents Resourceful proxy heir establishment Record rallys infer where loans were sent Pristine colosseums reared commerraderie Fed rum bread Dropping said crumbs returns dread Which nevermore nary imbeds Insolvent casino scenario House always wins with my reservation Sharing the bulk ignites indignation Transparency Which critiques subtly speaks Feds peak repent Weak covenants contained slain whence Green peripherals were went Theses Ben delivered on depression Maestro museum managed impression Keynesian intervention harped dystopian opium Appeal to supremacy bandwagon psychology Latin arguementum ad nauseum Better than expected mass approval Refuse discard fantasy removal If you audited our books write off markets on the morrow No one do we answer to where wheelbarrows go we borrow Sciences religious mythology Philosophised finance dichotomy Genetic archetypal entities Conversations incidental informations monumental Facets fawned fastidious selfless attires instrumental Minions mimic Socratic opinions Authority inbred majority Consider selves distinct minority Yield to ye inferiors subjectively superior Mechanisms failing sublimation with interior Greeks conceived benefits in politics Propaganda versed all in rhetoric Dwelled anarchic run redeem autarkic World perceptions inconsistent to obtained views of my own Optimism timeless shown fantastically overblown Fate collapses upon observation Ostriches banked on unexamined lives Perturbations quantum fluctuations Foregone measures austere pleasures enforced authenticity Cessation trepidation ensures no future certainty Whilst known speed and position now in sync One makes ye taller yet none make me shrink Doth not know thyself yore on the brink Fulfillment will not quail forbidden face of foreign dangers Entrainment derailed arranged marriage twixt incomplete strangers Birds of a feather flock with the weather One marked to market worth two under Bush Lemmings allegedly demand a push An existential exercise spins nihilistic nightmares Nonconformed confirmed uncomfort spirals condescending stairs Slaughter abolished pig sucklers now fly Fed up rich bullshit Which lies upon lye Doth need not for lipstick ride we bone dry Left to right wrong motivations paved by best intention Pound me with the cure denounce flesh as impure meets prevention Overdue elixir panacea Gold in led stead transmutes alchemist Fed Spirits confirmed in actions idea Though hungry swine will freely plow fall submissive tow the line No offence is meant whence I commence casting pearls before thine Lead thee to sustenance soon thou shall find You feed a seed of rage contented caged That Which hath been remains yet to be seen One finds upon a wander from yon cave we've left regression Whence without luminescence stem outlandish such obsessions Actualized self's realization Fasting of heart leaves no trace of ego I fell here from Olympus apropos Upshot in authenticity shows secure survivors test Where indiscretions excesses discretely are repressed Desperate knowledge grievous awareness I first blew reed pipes but then I digress Values eroded integrity Climate corroded ideals irresponsibility Satisfied my agency autonomous capacity Bet Dow hath finally had a bad day Bear in mind they will say twas anway Old high still standing gold stones throw away Shorting shooting slope of hope enormous towers treacherous Each new era crashes in increasing half glass emptiness Overabundance deserts time delay Accounts inner morality decay Strength in pessimism fear forfeits right Dusk withdraws from sight as shade is drawn over dawn's early light Narcissistic psychopaths inherited the earth our plight Quarrying light inspired murky night flee Ye gods laugh heartily ridicule me Reckoning another day mine shall be Subsequently I subsist shifting this rock as Sisyphus Future pulls upon me as due ration to minus remiss I'm half crazy bicycle built for two Network circuitry daisy chained to you How do I know what is reel to be true Gather input sensations scrutinize for degradation Dissembling dissemblance as lacking in resemblance Singularity prophesied end be Less threat than icons presently envied Graven is our image in our idol Misunderstood system holds revolutions banked on bridle Give me dominion over doe I care not who makes law Hegellian dialectic shock and awe Fixed moments instability move becomes necessity Moses leads bull rush reeds deceptive swaith Crisis opportunity incompetence seasons good faith Fallow plot begot furlough shrieks foul wraith Yay though I plod through the valley of death Evil gives comfort my rod and my staff No fear preparest for my enemies Parasitic symbiotes surviving vicariously Job gyrations exploitations sloth thrive ubiquitously Unnatural select evolution Bad apple genes rot barrel pollution Big bang extends concussions extrusion Elude intrusion neath tapestry relay inscribed decree Conspiracy theories deliquesced evidence coalesced Duress dressed as justice undue process Reduce the law to writ for oversight Infinitely rules stretch fractally tight Dollar press lever Wizards tweak whence practised Which deceiver Feeding frenzy at the top on last chair hot potato drops Animal farm irrigation believer Cuckoos in nested loops launched retriever Social ecological equity Fauna all created equal although some are more than most Perched aloft nights sleepless roosters backdate options after posts Tell a vision avulsed exclusive boasts Foxes bird box hens fake news oven roasts Occupy Wall Street greeting champagne toasts 5G technology expandable densification Cameras considering Laws actual ramifications Depressions perpetuate FOMO motes FIFO Ponzi scheme boat redeems fresh float Gloat sessions connoted roat smote through goat Destructions need demands feed for Which Fed never hesitates Beyond salvations hope for damnation destined reprobates Wolf in sheep's clothing with diplomacy Bragging best ever broke economy Pre warned of bubble in candidacy Memories impeach me markets relapse collapse candor Black and white deliberations compromise grey matters or Burning empire riddled Nero fiddled No new under the sun any longer What doth not kill my will makes ye stronger Suicidal quarantine commit sheer to absurdity Crash course in urgency suspends to decade Odyssey Engulf journey as is illusory Entailed magical curtailed mystery Reproduced sequence spawns duplicity Great truths infect minds space whilst time distorts fabrics ablation Balanced scales duration dual edged knife grinds calibration Wildlife exhumed landslide menagerie Submission supports popularity War of attrition print press edition Release Kraken abridged dictations unredacted memo Cognitive mind is least informed second thought tis last to know Feedback iterates habitually Zombie apocalyptic shopping spree Animal myriad corroboree Discrepancies adorable approaching deplorable Configured integrations simulate exaggerations Conceptual reorganization New century frail clings frayed to pale past Dot com bust imprints last iconoclast Tragic disposition anchored significance within story Spherical lyrical expository mourning glory Expansion dominates fertility Appropriate most apt utility Bubble envelops errs infinity Bold ignorance advanced hind sights distilled new high arrogance Underlying trauma repeats cycle till addressed complete Sublates convergence becoming congeals Cavernous kingdom stalagmite conceals Peer not in mirror prefer not appeal Sew a thought in hope to reap an action something real to feel Neverland begotten old whilst kid futures are oversold Life lived not lest bits of bites record it Biased suggestions imbue news reported Syrinx sears titans with my brand of creed Written word ceded all forgotten need to practise recall Calculated math skills lost computer brought thoughts holocost Ensconced by lantern hung from beam of straw Helios heals blow of iced ages thaw Loyal to natural attributes raw Extraordinary delusional madness of ye crowds Trot proudly upon road to serfdom congregations praised aloud Brave was this new world before eighty four Hunger games in store jaybird tweets that score Jehovah bore witnesses door to door Insure myself against four horseman paid my tithe expired spent Sow ears flying high on credit barely do I afford rent Time unwinds quickly at least doth for me April showers levee spring bankruptcy Litres live forever in latency Bailing water steady rising deep subterraneously Foresee floods invest in arks of financial calamity Extraneously Rome's blaze radiates Simultaneously Fed Witches toiled Slow perniciously satiates frogs boiled Crisis constructs messenger of sordid too tongued character Stocks which rise so should slide chosen goose footing egg opposed side Federal innovates imbibed bribed state Reserves umpire status hunched hind home plate Falling knife of fear impaled atmosphere Short bets squeezed rife barren years unfruitful bleeds contango wine Inverse ETFs unprecedented reverse splits declined Nothing it's equal creature without fear Can't fill hide with harpoons or head with spears Mire strive dire try pull in Leviathan Endless procrastination doth avert intent deflation Unclear when routes passage appears clear as destination Sorrows station seems my inculcation Divides built up babble between nations Seven trumpets summon revelation Electrostatic circumstance transmits catalytic twist Substitute reacted chemical transmits platonic tryst Ironically passion not my goal Ionically bonded blending coal Mirrored dipole roll poised down rabbit hole Experiment first ever repeats Laws defraud endeavor Mississippi reflating dollar debt exchange creating Wealth effect transfers helicopter drop Fracking reserves crack too big to stop Ineptitude or evilly adept Calm filled the room as elephants silently drowned in tar pits History Which hails tense whence Fed injections flew to market Lucrative house flipping stained soil carpet Real reign swamp purge comes to street again Broken window theory frisk fallacy Destructions need graciates feed for Which Fed never hesitates Seven headed hydra twixt blaspheming regime duplicates Purgatory epic allegory Apathy lacks worry for avoidance Dreams annoyance recurring clairvoyance Complacent consternation burns concerned capitulation Catacomb further catenates future pyroclastic blasts Install a new partition date saved last God creates man's imaged eternity Man made device for immortality Only way to beat life be articulate as dead machine Foiling might be finding wanting nothing just as pleasing Emoted thoughts and deeds confer disease Viral joy contained anxious unease Communicable known uncertainties Mention stoic abstention receive lepers reprehension Addend subconscious attention suchness sought destination Protectionist tribal groupthink ensues Misdirect blame profane color thou choose Divide and conquer plan by Jove we use Minting for a living tis nothing short of scintillating Weaponry mass produce we entropy disintegrating Rebirth essential in this finite trap Technicals crucial analysis map Impulse mined collective wiretapped caps Souls endless extrapolating each threshold encapsulating Mutually affecting Titans ever overreaching Battles march business no fight beseeching Cyanide reaction gold is leaching Settle for distraction Athene’s teaching Shares fabricate infrastructure bonds for manufactured war Master in ways of deception weaving fleece her predilection Declined vine illustrates interjection Fundamentally ye add furthermore Whole vacuus nature I find abhor Each new day opportune to go by street sideshow pundits shout Marginally most will comply seek aggressive salesman clout Run through stampede proceed in funnel out Mosaic tile code mixed mirage mud grout Worm abated hook ate some fat cat’s trout Informed when glad relate when mad great is not the worst we've had Next quarter rates Which inflates translates to direct tabled fate Disinformation chads dangling depart Troublesome travel when horse pushes cart Trojans craft driftwood regifted as art Taken rate decision interest always is a given Approached encroachment infringements lunged impingement I expunged Spell manifests as living hell digests Calcareous sponge absorbed rimstone plunge Cookbook to serve lamb seals underhand Sinter sauntered asunder plotting pillage of my plunder Attack technique intervenes quoth slighted victim claims obscene Cried mystified feeling such waste sprayed mace Save face retrace find safety inside shrouded space Access filter modified denied trash storage verified Angels four spew brimstone fire scorched ingress half expected less Trick talk turns back clock players profiles rotate roles resume Covertly campaigned defiling my name Creations Instigate destruction Erupts surreptitious instruction Bewildered heard shocked embrace loomed Gates of Hell gauge WHO won race Military missionary hold prostrate to vaccinate Chaotic Kronos ordered time consumed Stow stoked fumes subsidies gave the gods room Whilst land of the fraud is home to the knave Babylon of living nonexistent through the golden age Cassandra of this stage ilk ignores inklings of alarmed sage Chicken little forebodes sky is falling Rope a dope fades rationalisation Brittle doth be fragile ye recalling Loquacious news needs slews feigned of disambiguation Mendacious or fallacious contagious be implications Butterfly flapped wing doth not move a thing But a gnat perhaps who's too GAD to fly Financing is how but where is the why Important that all patriots patronize conquesting troops Dodge ye head stoop as pooping eagle swoops Most dismissive uninspired missive Perceptually far too derisive Guiding hand not apparent visual Missing cash flows continual residual bottom lines Pinnochio hopes to know Which ideal conjures growth sublime Dendrites potentially stimulate spine Titanic torrents mist venetian blinds Decidedly distort bilked disincline Writhe in through chasm in awe open wide Formless figures summon uniform pride Dismiss discontent conveyors subside Tributaries dispersed springs knowledge trees freeze molten ore Splintering sparks displaced thick dark coruscate tangible floor Cumulus clouds of primordial dust Question our senses in sun god we trust Sifted silts produce thunderbolts of Zeus Oval elliptical orbits the folds tidal tendency Blue sphere girds spoken word breathed clay Boulder Forge Company Quality moulding is job number one Caste mass producing consumes many sons My duty to ensure we always run Figured would be a piece of cake more at work than give and take Thought this would be my big break but not knowing literally Apprenticed construction now I maintain Composite skill same commissioning game Swim or wallow in Uranus disdain I made the trade not for reward nor deemed security Only gospel guarantee is confidence in mastery Tasked to sit in a chair contemplate stare Crosswords in wait for a breakdown repair I study craves of machines which behave Rhythmic clang links chain react percussional power set free Insatiable harmony piques morbid curiosity Beast belly bowel bubbles belch smelt death To quota of product do I owe breath Economic cauldron of corrosion We operate Vesuvius ungodly hours breathing brine Facilitate yon amplidyne oxygenate lavas shine Steering eather into three cyclops cells Myopically they motion for me when cycles in chaos my sirens knell Lion hearted as Hephaestus take knee before crucibles hearth Examine vitals symptoms prognosis deduce further impart Volt amps transcend times root of three powers Frequently electrons ebb in order Arc bath gives rise to hot molten showers May bring flowers demonstrate my will in accord rewards her Athena is truth incarnate dream she is a movement Immaculate perfection possessed no need for improvement in her coveralls Wert she to eaten apple I befall Sand disseminates beneath hourglass curves she manipulates How could I anticipate Rapt hints had she to intimate Roots hypotenuse squares summed pendulum Enlightened visions profound pit this plum On que she hooks her thunderbolts so ample in restriction Destabilized my volts despite my amping up conviction Magnetisms repulsive attraction Bipolar feedback generates action Machining floral dissatisfaction Narcissus is spring can't this robot tool be taught anything Recommence imaging thine vault undermined after fault Intuit as her nuclear annihilates tumult June accusations forced violation Vulnerable to invalidation Confrontations repudiation consents allegation Placate June”s wells breached swell fore July conflagration Use wu wei to vacate situation But weightless behemoth ate all greenbacks Can’t manage exit not even a crack Inward forays shunned malfunction unknown overgrown morass Cult of quantity all students get a pass coach seat class God’s walled over all access to egress Those who cannot do are experts at best Past practise succeeds failures teach what needs Viridescent pools dilate grey eyed dubious stressed madness Feeling she was slighted by my passage through her nucleus Disinterested I had disinterred Down period Kondratieff winter Intrinsic tragedy all fairy tales end inherently Gave me what I wished for in a way I was not hoping for Destiny permits paths forbade How shallow wilt thou will wade PCB cesspools black bile pitches glue Smoldering sand dune trenches shore magmas excess residue Admit this time smashing cymbals whilst cyclops wert drumming too Keep the fantasy alive in my head Earthquake take other route instead Always say they never saw it coming They did In Herculaneum still their brains steamed in their skulls Summer solstice solace lulls lava ladles plentiful Cumulative studies validations Inseminate process degradation Trying not to mention my invention Bending toward normalcy absorption emits diffraction Inverted perceptions withdraw inflections from emptiness Perplexing she rejects ram intellect Anecdotal evidence cached respect Zip plans to stockpile cognizance combined Designed secret punishment to circumvent I resigned Recollect for instance cognitive lessons in dissonance Logic accepts one view perceived of two Pit of mine stomach whence knot always knew Treasonous betrayed lion taming shrew Spite cleaved interface continued dutiful onward pace Humiliations goal wert to replace cheers with disgrace Orchestrations untold meticulous Malevolence is still in existence Narrative streams unfold conspicuous Childish bliss unscrupulous epidemic Narcissus Invasive species multiplied since Zeus supplied his sun’s abyss Affect change rather than effect ere cause Gaslight obfuscates reasonable laws Tall tales half truths edged lies by omission Unwary reprehense motive intents of recognition Splitting of the faculty augments a new reality Fight freeze or flee options only three Trials choose middle choice typically Stockholm syndrome captors figured friendlies Volunteer for brunt of blame acquiesced toxic shame domain Raging stirs steroid cortisol adrenaline cocktail brain Idealize devalue sudden discard Benevolent dictatorship abstained Without the faintest regret or regard Figured she was playing me but never thought she'd try so hard Had a little influence pummeling blacksmith into bard Feeling flashback symptoms PTSD Reflux acid regurgitates anxiously Facilities shut down my apogee Estranged entanglement is indiscriminate vicinity Projection deflects inspection detects proffered rejection Upon reflection I/O failed connection Reverse detail switched doppler direction Attacked mine tranquility enacted thine stability Great relationships determined by good portability Amor Fati defeat of agony Heroic transitions affirmation Chinks of crevasse evasive to bypass Labyrinth strings web of deceit light and dark unlikely meet Shadows reconnection Schadenfreude revels surrection Maze ambled afore trapped in Minotaur Disintegrating reintegration Unfurled divest individuation Emergence of self under siege August surfacing intrigues Sun god aims retribution penetrating air dilution Perpetrating vengeful execution Cyclop's blindsided coming attraction Apollo's exaction vents extraction Redress reclaimed door discharged from mine chore Concussions cavitations roar gaff retrieved my staff from shore Gangplank fastened transit for deck from wreck Embodied under mass gravitation Nothingness consistent contradiction In retrospect ahead investigate that Which is suspect Chastened flaming embers titillate orange September moon Hastened retreat not an instant too soon Burgeoning three wave prosperity shewn Wave five trait mimics Echo past monsoon Perpetually parallel dramas punctual insane Aphrodite's inception purged migraine foam seethed fire in vain Twain hath liquidity trickled down drain Consult oracle ogle tangent plane Bow to stern brood tempestuous coxswain Demurrage fee aptly sought to regain lay of way terrain Masked my gnashing lion waves stumble as they spread before me Mountain rubble crumbles bloodied red sea Locusts cannibalistic commotion Uncanny notion overt devotion Fixed betwixt twin scorpions stings subtle by a hares degree One longs to age as seas submit one hole subliminally Desire loves desire more than that desired Overtime I find wanting displeasing Fuel to fire Aphrodite’s teasing Symptomatically nymphomaniac releasing Random cosmos berth patterned beyond cyclic perimeter Doth not feel momentum ye be the tide Volume reduced ambient limiter Futile to resist flow fatal to ride Impressed by the strung rope ladder of unquestioned good status Doctors orders therapeutic regressive Hedonism Bureaucracy forced parentalism Founding fathers Titan nepotism The health preventative catechism Give only to take away to give again another day Rewards gods some token compensation Anyone here not get paid besides me Red light starboard wax eared crew rendezvous Bounded by my sacrifice to irresponsibility None of the other prize winning players gamble here but me Battened down fear gauge groups psychopathy Ever since world went into bankruptcy Call for Panic Zeus black masked his swan song Yarn for youthful innocence gone stick slip traction moves this throng Tread borderline separating time providing till from when Uneven Titans tip unbalanced ships Dualities tune unity in trine One thing I did learn when within confine Whom hath desire for nothing believes doth not need anything Misinterpretation required missing zero still a thing Axons bemoan sequence of no return Feeling slight injustice step forward commandeer ambition Venus akin to mine headache just better known rendition Under spotlight favorite position Internally propelled by externals Take this Autumnal equinox swear on the cross tis vernal All the gods explicitly sing chants how lucky I must be Bring Mordor back to toss this precious ring Prospect she fertilized inferring seed Open union upon Which we agreed Karma conflates heavens gates contrived in Pandemonium Green shoots elate consummate concerns inspire Pavlovian Theories cosigned conspiracies maligned Impermanence ineffably refined Ignorance binds energy disinclined Universal conception pride of self love contraception Trying to be pliable but find it reprehensible All dispensable Great Complacent Sea Sizing words wisely rids ostensible Lies the only guise now found comprehensible Prophylactic allude 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1968: Once Upon a Time in the West (Leone) The king of the spaghetti western may be best known for the Man with No Name trilogy, but his best film isn't it. While the trilogy was more in the good fun spirit of classic westerns, Once Upon a Time is a slower and more artistic film. The pace doesn't drag it down in the slightest, as every frame is absolutely beautiful, and more impact is given to the big moments. Morricone's score for The Good, the Bad and the Ugly may be more iconic, but his best work by a long shot is here. The main theme may even be the best piece of music ever composed for a movie. The three protagonists are all equally great characters and are all rootable in spite of their flaws. Henry Fonda uncharacteristically plays a villain here, and he knocks it out of the park. Simultaneously as badass and beautiful as a movie can be. 1969: Satyricon (Fellini) To me, Satyricon is like The Holy Mountain if The Holy Mountain was actually good. An incredibly fun ride from one place to another throughout ancient Rome, stuffed with beautiful cinematography, amazing art direction, hilarious jokes, and affecting moments-- not even the occasional toilet humor can bring this down all that much. 1970: The Conformist (Bertolucci) Some of the most stunning lighting and cinematography ever put to film, as well as an admirable message about being yourself and confronting your past rather than ignoring it. If it has a problem, it's the final minute. While it is very symbolic of the film's themes, it's also pretty sudden and contrived. 1971: The French Connection (Friedkin) Still one of the best action movies ever made and likely the most well shot one (though that could also be King of New York). Epitomizes the moist and grimy atmosphere of '70s New York movies and provides an obsessed protagonist to make this far more interesting than just an amazing action movie. 1972: The Godfather (Coppola) It's alright. 1973: Badlands (Malick) The spirituality Malick is so iconic for isn't really present in this spree killer tale, but his penchant for beautiful cinematography certainly is. Martin Sheen also gives his best performance aside from Apocalypse Now. 1974: Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore (Scorsese) You wouldn't expect it from Scorsese considering the female characters in many of his films, but Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore is a surprisingly forward thinking movie about a woman. You also probably wouldn't expect there to be a famous sitcom based on a Scorsese movie, but funny things do happen (in this movie). 1975: The Passenger (Antonioni) 1976: Taxi Driver (Scorsese) 1979: Stalker (Tarkovsky) There's not a lot that can be said about Stalker that hasn't already been said. I will say that despite it being the most iconic piece of slow cinema, it still never felt remotely slow. When I turned this on, it was at A.M. and I was just checking if I'd like it; but my sleepy, ADHD plagued brain was immediately entranced by the gorgeous cinematography, and then the characters. If there's a flaw in the movie, it's that some conversations in it can occasionally verge on pretension, but for the most part it was a very affecting movie. I thought Godard did low budget sci-fi amazingly with Alphaville, but this is even better. 1980: Raging Bull (Scorsese) Raging Bull formed the template that Scorsese would use for the rest of his biopics, and despite its depressive qualities, I find it's the one I return to most. Not sure why. Maybe it's the beautiful cinematography. There's something oddly moving about watching an unsympathetic man being brought to his lowest and allowing you to sympathize with him. It's just a powerful experience. 1990: Dances with Wolves (Costner) Throughout my years on Reddit, I've surprisingly seen much vitriol directed towards Dances with Wolves, seemingly simply because Costner beat Scorsese for the Oscar. To me, Goodfellas has always been mid tier Scorsese. Entertaining no doubt, but it never grabbed my soul the way Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, Last Temptation, Age of Innocence, Silence, or even The King of Comedy did. And even when it comes to entertaining crime flicks, I feel Casino and Wolf of Wall Street are better. Dances with Wolves may have been a tiny bit corny at times, but it did grab my soul. John Barry is always fantastic, but his score here is often goosebump inducing. The cinematography is so fucking beautiful that it makes all four hours fly by, even in spite of the movie's very slow pace. Costner is wooden as usual, but here it works as he plays an understated character that communicates with people who don't speak his language. The film's first hour is also some of the comfiest cinema you're ever gonna get; just Costner maintaining the fort, interacting with wildlife, going for swims, doing some stunning sightseeing, and writing in his journal. The movie manages its sentimentality tastefully; it manages to be openly emotional in a way that moves rather than makes you roll your eyes. It also handles its politics with respect and subtlety, as all sides are shown to rather brutal in it. 1992: Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (Lynch) It's a huge shame that Fire Walk with Me was so derided upon release, as Twin Peaks was initially going to be a film franchise. In many ways, ABC's interference with the series was a good thing and a bad thing. Lynch had many ill advised relationship ideas, and he also never intended to reveal Laura Palmer's killer. If Laura's killer had never been revealed, Fire Walk with Me never would've came to be-- and that'd've been a shame, as it stands as the series' best episode. Lynch never excelled at his fractured narratives and entrancing atmospheres more than he did here. Badalamenti's score is among the very best of all time. No matter what its critical reception was though, it is truly absurd that Lee and Badalamenti didn't receive Oscar nominations. 1996: The Funeral (Ferrara) 2011: The Hangover Part II (Phillips) Easily the most disliked film I've chosen as a favorite, but it's an opinion that's unlikely to change. Often strongly criticized for being a carbon copy of its predecessor, I actually think that's where much of what makes it great comes from. The original Hangover wasn't exactly high art, but it was insanely entertaining and rewatchable. If there's any movie that could get by as a carbon copy, it's The Hangover Part II. The character interactions are still very funny, and a higher percentage of the jokes land here. In fact, this may be the only movie that continues to make me laugh out loud no matter how many times I've seen it. But what I like most is that it's a black comedy version of the original (spoilers ahead). In the first one, when the trio visits the hospital, after realizing they'd been given roofies they ask if they'd been raped. It's played as a joke, because of course that wouldn't happen, right? In Part II, one of them does indeed get raped. In the original, the worst their lost friend receives is some sunburns. In Part II, he loses a finger. You get the idea. Something that also stands about this movie compared to literally every other mainstream comedy of the 21st century is how well it's shot.
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