Story in progress Part 2 By Vivicawolf

Dana had lived with the family for a few months. She quickly realized how big Joe’s family really was. The Epps family consisted of Joe Epps, the elder of the family and his children. The eldest being his daughter Ida, who lived with her family just a few blocks away with her husband and three children. Oday was the second oldest, who unfortunately died in the war referred to the War of the Mystics, he left no family behind. Amber was the next, a widow with two children ages six and four. Finally, there was Joseph; he had a twin brother who died at a young age of a deadly epidemic. This same disease would eventually claim the life of Abigail Epps, Joe’s beloved wife.

There were of course countless other relatives. Both Joe and Abigail grew up with large families. Dana had yet to become aquatinted with the extended family. Holidays used to be a whole event for the family. The apartment would be so packed with people, according to Joe, that it might as well have been a sardine can.

Dana stood in the live-in room and ran her fingers over the ivory keys of the piano lightly. The feel of them was oddly soothing to her. The keys seemed to hold the energy of joy and love, with notes of sorrow that only added to the beauty of it. In her mind, she could almost recall the notes last played as a sweet melody had once hung in the air.

A sudden cry and crash of glass from down the hall pulled her back to the moment. She sprinted to the hall and ran to Joe’s room where Joseph struggled to calm his father. Joe was having more and more episodes where he would slip into the past. Sometimes his mind would revert to a few years back, sometimes it would go so far back that he became almost childlike and fearful. Those days he would weep and call out for his mother. Watching the decline of Joe’s memory and mind was hard on everyone.

Dana could feel the changes in Joe’s mind. She had grown so keen to the fluctuations in Joe’s mind that she would be able to warn Joseph. Joseph called them her instincts, and she had always been right in her perceptions.

All her life, Dana had been referred to as a sensitive child. She had always been able to read the emotions of others. This strange instinct of hers had been part of the reason she was able to survive on her own for so long in a strange land. She was able to feel a person’s intentions towards her and avoid the most dangerous. She could feel a person’s mood and gauge how she could safely interact with the person. Sometimes, she could feel something in a person that felt like something had been broken in them. It almost felt like broken glass or a deep and painful scar. She could feel the sensation of broken glass in Joe’s mind, like the drinking glass shattered on the floor.

Dana stood in the doorway and watched as Joseph struggled to keep his father on the bed and clean up the glass and water on the floor. Joseph turned and saw Dana watching, her eyes wide and her mouth open. He nodded to her. “Hey kid, come help keep Papa Joe calm, will you?”

He knew how much his father adored the little girl; even in his worst state, he always seemed to find serenity when she was near. Joseph found their bond curious, but without malice. Still, Joseph would often feel some jealousy towards their closeness. He knew it was a childish feeling, and he often hated himself for feeling that way. He knew the girl only knew kindness in her heart, he often felt the same calmness she seemed to emanate.

They needed her soothing aura now. Joseph was growing so fearful for his father; he had known elders to fall into this maddening state, which would eventually lead to their demise. It was as if his father’s mind was rotting away, slowly killing him like the plague that took Joseph’s mother. Instead of drowning in his own blood, he was being pulled away from the world and into memories of long ago.

Joseph felt terrible to subject the little girl to such an abysmal thing. He watched with a heavy heart as the little orphaned girl slowly moved into the dark room.

Dana cautiously tiptoed around the bed and sat at the side furthest from the door. Joe shivered in his bed, weeping softly. It killed her to watch her friend suffer so. She felt so helpless on days like this. Was she really so helpless? Was she so limited in her talent that she could do nothing to help him?

 She did not know.

However, something in her seemed to pull at her soul, telling her she could indeed do something. Still unsure of herself, and what her heart was telling her to do, she scooted close to Joe’s head and leaned over him. “Shh, Papa. I’m here to help you.” She said quietly.

Joe opened his watery eyes and sniffed hard, his chin quivering like a distressed child. “W-what are you going to do to me?” His voice was soft and almost childlike.

Dana swallowed down the urge to cry and forced a smile. “I’m going to make you whole again.” Dana moved her hands towards Joe’s face and he flinched, cowering slightly. “May I touch you?” She asked in a soothing tone.

Joe nodded after a moment and closed his eyes, the remaining tears rolling over his temples. Dana reached out slowly and placed her delicate hands over his wet temples. She could feel his mind; it felt sick and somewhat broken as she felt her mind touching his. She could almost see something dark and oily infecting his mind. Her mind, like her soft fingertips, gently began to wipe away the sickness. It took effort to do this, but after some time, she was left with the scars and open wounds it seemed to leave behind.

She reached out again and ran her mind along the wounds like a mother gently wiping away her child’s tears. Slowly, she could feel the wounds healing, knitting together parts like stitches, while the deeper parts began to fill with a healing warmth that felt like it was filling the holes with her love and spirit.

As the wounds finally healed, and the sickness was dispelled, she felt light inside, but also exhausted. She was suddenly aware of her own tears running over her pale cheeks. She felt heavy, wanting to just lay herself down and sink into the warmth and comfort of her bed. Her body shivered slightly as she let her eyes remain closed, feeling the gentle pull of sleep.

A familiar voice pulled her out of her exhaustion. “Sweet child, you can’t possibly be a simple girl,”

Dana opened her eyes and looked at Joe as he began to sit himself up. At the side of the bed, Joseph knelt on the floor looking at the two, dumbfounded. “I think you might be an angel sent to save me.” Joe wrapped his thin arms around Dana and hugged her tighter than she would have thought possible.

“Pa? What…” Joseph trailed off, the pile of glass forgotten.

Joe reached out to his son and pulled him into the hug. “I’m finally whole again.”

Dana sat with the man at the corner of the street. The former soldier had been struggling, even more so than usual, with his trauma from the war. Ed Dillard had been well known in the community to quickly go from job to job, only to repeatedly return to living on the streets and surviving on the bottle.

He shivered as he sobbed, the bottle tossed into the street in a fit of rage. He shot the young woman a glare. She sat there, not reacting. Just a young know it all in his mind. The girl was only seventeen; she had no experience in what the world was really like. He examined her for a moment. She was small with an hourglass figure starting to look more like a woman’s body. Her long dishwater blonde hair hung loosely about her shoulders, as she sat in her blue floral dress, a cream sweater keeping her warm.

Ed looked away with a scoff.

Dana had been trying to find Ed for months, hearing about how his mind seemed to be broken from the struggles after the war. She remained a silent companion for a long and terrifying hour, watching the man fly into a rage and suddenly collapse on the sidewalk and weep like a lost child. She knew he would not hurt her, but she still felt fear as many others did as they quickly passed them by.

Ed let out a painful cough as he choked on his own saliva. Dana reached out and patted the man gently on the back. He lifted his head from his hands and looked at her with red-rimmed eyes. “What the hell do you want from me?” He asked accusingly.

Dana fought the urge to back away and kept her hand on his back. “I only want to help.”

The man made a rude noise and rubbed his snotty nose on his sleeve. “No one can help me.”

Dana moved her head to stay level with his and try to hold eye contact. Her dark blue eyes locking in on his red-rimmed hazel eyes. “Would you let me try?”

He sneered angrily. “What the hell can some little girl do for anyone?”

Dana was taken aback for a moment. She had not been called a little girl in a long time now. Although she supposed to this man, she seemed very much a child in comparison. “You won’t know unless you give me a chance.”

Ed sneered. “What are you going to do? Give me money? Food? A place to sleep? It doesn’t matter. I’ll just fuck it up, like I always do.”

Dana shook her head. “I hope it can be better than all that.” She gave the man a weak smile. “And the only one who can fuck this up is me, and I haven’t done so yet.”

Ed let out a hiccupping laugh and scratched his filthy red beard. “I don’t know whether to be relieved or worried.”

Dana shifted to face the man, her arms held up level with his head. “May I?”

Ed rubbed his hand over his chapped lips. “I suppose you can’t make me worse, right?”

Dana smiled genuinely at Ed. “See? Already looking up.” She reached out at let her fingers touch Ed’s temples.

Ed closed his hazel eyes and felt himself fall backward. At least it felt like he fell back. Instead of hitting the pavement, it was as though he fell into a shallow pool of warmth and calm. It was a strange feeling, but not unpleasant. It felt like falling into mother milk, or a sacred promise.

When his eyes opened, there was no sky above him, as expected for someone who fell onto their back. Instead, he saw a young woman standing at the end of a porch overlooking a dry patch of land. The fabric of her dress reached to her ankles and blew lightly in the breeze. A pale cream with yellow and pink flowers floating along the waves of cloth. Silky locks of rich brown hair curled neatly were teased in the cool fall air. He could see the woman cross her arms tight against the chill.

“Lilly?” Ed whispered.

The woman turned and gazed over her narrow shoulder, green eyes sparkled as she smiled brightly back at him. “Eddie, it’s good to see you.”

Ed stumbled as he tried to move forward on the porch. He felt a hand reach out and hold his elbow, saving him from falling to his knees.

“Easy, Ed. It’s a memory.”

He looked up and looked into the sapphire eyes of the strange girl from the streets. “What? What the hell is this?”

Dana held him securely, helping the man stay steady in this jarring moment. “The war was hard for you. Seeing friends die. The same guilt felt by you and all the other soldiers when the war was lost. But nothing hit you as hard as learning she died in childbirth while you were oceans away.”

Ed felt a wave of calm trying to wrap him tighter while the pain of the memory seemed to open anew. “Why? Why are you showing me this?” Ed demanded.

“She was all you had left. She was so proud of you. You know she couldn’t blame you for their death.”

Ed watched the girl’s eyes fill with tears, rolling down her pale face freely as she seemed to emanate pure and unconditional love that he only felt with Lilly. “I should have been there…”

Dana shook her head slowly. “It wouldn’t have changed their fate.”

Ed felt himself go slack and he fell into the girl’s arms. She gently held the man as they wept together.

“You never failed her, you were her hero. She left this world proud of you.” Dana put her hands on Ed’s scruffy face, making him look into her eyes. “Don’t let your guilt and sorrow kill the man she always knew you could be.”

Ed gasped hard and fell backward onto the cold sidewalk. Pedestrians had paused on their journeys to watch the strange spectacle. Ed let the tears fall without embarrassment as he sat himself up, feeling warm and new inside.

Ed jumped as a hand touched his back.

Dana gently stroked his back, tears still on her cheeks. “Hello, Ed. Welcome home.”

Ed looked around slowly, seeing the people around them murmur to each other. As he listened closely, he could hear the same word whispered over and over amongst the crowd as the realization set in. He turned and looked at the girl in awe. “You’re a Transcendent.”


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Story in progress Part 1 “Crossing the Black Sea” By VivicaWolf

Hello everyone! So I’m going to post something I’ve been working on for a while. It really is a work in progress, but as I work on it and begin to edit it I will keep this updated as well. I hope to hear what you think.

Part 1

Crossing the Black Sea

All her life Dana had known war. She had been born during the first threats of a world war she knew nothing about. As she grew older, talks of war were commonplace in her home, her school, even on the streets. However, as a small child, even when you grow up with it all around you, war is a difficult thing to grasp. The only thing she knew was that it frightened everyone.

Life had been hard as she grew, living in a town that seemed to be under attack-or at least under the threat of attack- for years. Rolling blackouts, having to give rooms and food to foreign and hometown soldiers alike, having to scrounge for every scrap of food and clothing. As the war raged on, civilians suffered the most.

When Dana reached the age of five, strange men had arrived at their home in search of capable fighters. So far, her father had been able to avoid the fight. Travis Massie had been a healer in the town for nearly ten years. His talents had been the only thing keeping him from being drafted into war, however, there were always needs for more men, and the demand finally reached their town.

Dana remembers her mother, Mollie, pleading not to take her father. Dana stood in the kitchen and watched the scene from a distance, tears rolling down her round cheeks as her chin quivered. She struggled not to make a sound and kept making the softest whimpers going unheard by the adults. That was the last time she ever saw her father, and over time, his face would fade from memory, like the town she was born in.

Less than a year later, Dana found her mother at the kitchen table, her head on the folded arms, weeping. It would take her Mollie two days to gather the strength to tell Dana that her father had been killed trying to save a soldier who had been shot in the field. That he died a hero.

Over the next few years, the war would slowly move closer to the town, making it extremely dangerous to live in. Dana and her mother had evacuated, fleeing to the SvalvÍk coast as many others did to take the next ship across the Turbul Ocean to Awica. The war had not reached the cotenant yet and seemed a safe refuge to so many. When the ship finally came to take the refugees overseas, the mass of people had doubled.

On the ship, Dana and Mollie had been crowded in below deck with no fresh air or sunlight. The trip was long and terrifying. Dana was sick for the first few days, barely able to eat or even keep water down. After a week, she had become used to the way the ship swayed, but the dark cabin still felt unsafe and crowded.

Great leviathans would come recklessly close to the massive ship, rubbing their powerful bodies against the haul of the ship. Wood and metal would whine at the pressure, causing moments of terror for the whole of the ship. Some moments Dana would hear fearful whispers of submarines that could destroy the whole ship. She did not know what was more terrifying. The monsters of the seas or the manmade monsters hunting the innocent.

Dana had even glimpsed airplanes flying through a gray sky, at first believing them to be dragons. She had never seen one so close before. She was flabbergasted at the speed and ferocious roar of the engines as they passed the ship. They seemed to cut through the clouds like hot knives through butter. The blue painted metal was a brilliant contrast against a colorless world.

As the journey turned from days to weeks, passengers grew sick. They would always start with a cough that never stopped. It would grow worst as their throats grew raw and blood began to choke them. Bile and blood-filled buckets, as the coughing grew worse.  Refugees and sailors alike began to die, choking on their own blood, dehydrated and weak. Their bodies and belonging were then wrapped in pale sheets and dumped into the blackness of the Turbul Sea.

Dana would not fully understand how sick her mother was until she was past the point of being helped. Slowly she would stop eating, her skin grew hot to the touch, and yet she could never be warm enough. Her cough had stopped on the last night and her breath sounded gurgled. Her mother shivered violently for the whole night while Dana sat at her side, holding her hand. She woke to find her mother still and cold as a statue. That morning, Mollie was wrapped in her bedsheet, her belonging put into a brown woven sack and filled with heavy scraps of metal, and carried to the railing of the ship only to be thrown into the black ocean water.

Dana wept the rest of the voyage. She felt broken and alone and terrified that she would be in a strange land alone. With no one to care for her, she was likely to die alone. When she found herself on the shores of the strange new world, she was relieved that she spoke the same language, if not without a different accent with the soft bur of her homeland, SvalvÍk.

She arrived in the massive city of Wellingstone, which was thrown into turmoil. Abled-bodied men had been sent over the Turbul Sea to fight and die in a futile attempt to stop the spread of the Arcane Order’s forces. Within her first week, her struggles grew when she began to hear people talking about the people known as the Transcendents. She had only learned so much about these types of people from school. She knew them to be a special kind of people, born with special talents that made them different than other people. The most well-known being people with super strength and those who could live longer, but they were not the only kind.

As she listened to the people on the streets talk, she realized there had been a group of Transcendents fighting against The Arcane Order in an effort to try to end the war. The only problem was that The Arcane Order had their own Transcendents. The Arcane Order’s Transcendents had the advantage in the war, as the Order found ways to enhance the abilities of the ones they recruited. Dana listened in horror as she heard the panic in the voices of so many passing her by, the Transcendents who fought against the Arcane Order were all killed in a last resort effort to stop the war. The Arcane Order had won the war.

Over the next few months, soldiers would return home defeated, followed by The Arcane Order’s forces. The slow takeover of Awica would thus begin, throwing the surviving citizens further into chaos and an even deeper hell.

Dana sat alone on the cold street as the rain came down like a gentle trickle. She had been trying to find a warm place to hide, but hopelessness took the warmth from her heart and she finally sat down, leaning into a cold, damp brick wall as she watched strangers rush through the gray. She pulled her legs up to her chest to try to stay warm. Her jacket had grown tattered and offered little warmth anymore.

She looked at the holes in the pants she stole from a clothesline, belonging to a boy not much bigger than her, she figured. She abandoned all her clothes, all the pretty dresses her mother had made for her. She even managed to trade some belonging for food. Now, however, she had nothing left to trade.

Dana chewed at her cheek, feeling the scars inside her mouth from chewing hungrily in her sleep. Tasting blood, she remembered that she dreamed of food again. Not just food, she dreamed of being home in her little town, in the kitchen of her little house, listening to her mother hum a sweet tune as she baked a savory bread with sweet onions, spicy sausage, and creamy cheese into a beautiful loaf of bread. She would cut off a steaming slice for little Dana and spread creamy goat cheese on it, topping it off with a sweet berry jam.

Just remembering made Dana’s stomach hurt, from starvation and loss. While she wanted to cry, she did not have the strength to do so anymore. She realized that she would die in this street today. She had no room left to fight and only felt relief at the thought of not feeling hungry all the time. Not being afraid and lost in a strange land. Perhaps she would even join her mother and father again.

Dana closed her eyes and let her head rest in her cold, wet arms. She seemed so tired now. She was not sure when she actually slept for more than a few hours at a time. She felt herself begin to slip into darkness, and a soft voice stirred her.

“Oh, sweet child. What’re you doing in the rain?” The voice was soft, shaky, with a gentle masculine tone. 

Dana raised her head to see a dark-skinned elder looking at her, kneeling down on the wet sidewalk. His short hair was a dark gray, his eyebrows bushy and bunched in concern. Kind, round onyx eyes looked into her dark blue eyes. He used a cane carved from a dark wood in one hand, supporting himself as he got down to Dana’s level.

“Where’d be your parents, sweetheart?” The man asked, with a sad smile that sparked the warmth in Dana’s cold body.

She began to sob, throwing herself into the man without thinking. The man righted himself, hugging Dana tightly and laughing. “Oh, sweet child! You poor thing.” He gently moved her arms from around his neck and stood slowly with a chuckling groan. He put an arm around Dana and hugged her again, reaching to her head and stroking her dark blonde hair. He was so warm in his thick wool jacket, only slightly dampened by the rain.

The man gently took Dana’s chin to look at her. “You must be starved, all skin and bone, you are. Come with me, sweet child, I have soup ready at home.” The man held out a slightly arthritic hand to the strange little girl. Feeling no ill intent from the man, she took it and walked with him to a large brick building only four blocks away.

The door was a soft cream with a hazy glass window at the top. The building was only three stories, but it looked massive from where she stood. As they walked to the door, the old man searched the pocked inside his wool jacket and pulled out a brass key with a small chain on it; attached to it were a plain gold ring and another brass key with a heart-shaped top. He gave a bright smile to the little girl at his side. “This is home; we live on the second floor.”

Dana smiled weakly. “Thank you, sir.”

The man chuckled as he fumbled with the key in the door. “No need to be formal, sweetheart. You call me Papa Joe. What be your name, child?”

“My names Dana, sir.” She dipped her head respectfully.

Joe laughed. “Not from around here, are you sweet Danny?”

“N-no sir, I’m from across the sea.” With a thrill of fear, Dana looked back over her shoulder as though she might see the ocean at her back.

The door finally unlocked and swung open slightly. “Now, Danny, no more calling me sir. It’s Papa Joe. Now let’s get you dry and fed.” He waved her in and gently eased her up the stairs. When they reached the second floor, there was a tan wooden door. Joe used the second brass key with the heart-shaped top to open the door and waved the girl in.

“Thank you… Papa Joe.” Dana said shyly as she walked in.

The apartment was the size of a house. Far larger than it even looked from the outside. Dana gasped quietly and smiled at the warmth of the place. The walls were bright with colorful wallpaper and beautiful paintings and pictures of many people. She slowly walked through the first hall and into the live-in room. There was an old piano and radio against the far wall with so much space, and a couch and two lounge chairs on the opposite wall. When she walked through that room, she turned into a doorway that led to another hall, to her left was a massive kitchen with a huge table at the far end with a white lace cloth and a vase with dry flowers in it. To her right was another long hall with several closed doors.

From behind came Joe, shuffling in slippers with a light sweater on to replace the damp wool jacket. He stopped and looked confused as he looked into the kitchen. “Hm. I thought Abby would be in here.” He turned to the hall and began to shuffle down it. “Abby, darling, we have a guest.”

One of the doors opened abruptly. A young man stepped out, his face scrunched. Dana could feel a wave of sadness and frustration coming from the young man. “Papa. Where have you been?”

“Oh! Joseph, I was just at the store,”

The young man turned Joe around and steered him back to the kitchen. “Papa, let’s have a seat, ok?”

Joe smiled as he walked into the kitchen. “Your Ma’ was making soup. I went to get onions from the shop.”

As Joe took a seat into the wood chair, Joseph stopped and looked at the ragged little stranger in their house. His onyx eyes were just like Joe’s, but they held worry instead of kindness. “Pa? Did you bring home a stray?”

Joe nodded, looking pleased. “This here is Danny. Poor child was sleeping in the rain on the sidewalk.”

Joseph frowned and looked to his father. “Pa, you can’t just bring home strays, it’s hard enough as is…”

Joe held up a hand and gave his son a stern look. “Now, boy, this is my home and if I want to bring a half dead little stray into it, that’s my business. You expect me to leave that poor little girl to die out there like that knowing I can do something? Is that what I taught you, boy?”

Joseph frowned deeply and looked over at Dana with a look that made her shrink back. “No, Pa, but we barely have enough…”

Joe held up a hand to stop his son. “I’ve put my foot down. Now get your Ma’ in here and we can feed this poor girl.”

Joseph looked at his father sadly. “Pa… Mama…She died years ago, remember?”

Joe blinked and looked confused. He looked at the floor for a long moment quietly. Dana felt the house fill with sorrow, like a heavy mist. “Ah,” Joe nodded, frowning. “Yes, forgive me. I remember now.”

While Joe sat quietly at the table, Joseph looked at Dana for a moment. Dana could feel that he was not angry with her, he was just… sad. Joseph knelt down. “Would you like me to make you some food?”

Dana nodded slowly.

Joseph finally smiled, even though it was forced, it still made him look more handsome. “Have a seat. Danny? Right, I’ll take care of you.”

Dana sat beside Joe who still looked at the floor quietly. She felt his pain fully in her heart and wished with all her heart that she could make his pain go away.


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Pi Networks Updates, Got An Support Answer, Mainnet, What’s Next?

Hello everyone and how is it going today? I hope you guys are doing well. And with everything that has gone thus far I hope you guys are hanging in there. Now I know I haven’t really updated you guys on Pi Network, but we will here in this post.

So if you guys remember my last post about an issue with my name on my Pi Network account and was not able to fix it which in turn would cause issue with me being able to KYC (know your customer) a form of identity verification. Meaning I could possibly lose all my Pi which I have been mining or getting Air drops of tokens since the project started would be gone. But so far the project looks like it will be a success even though at this moment it seem like things are taking a long time. 

So, in my last post about Pi Network I was discussing the lack of support from the project in where I need to fix my name on my account because I believe that when I signed up I used my Facebook account which has my online username/handle. I didn’t get an answer for quite sometime.  Recently at the end of November I had finally got an answer in a mass email from the Pi Network support ticket system. Nice to get an answer regardless on how long it took. Reason, I’m a little more understanding I sometimes don’t get things done right away either but I do my best to though. You can read the answer I got in the below quoted text from my support ticket email:

Lisa from Pi Network commented:

This is a mass email because you previously submitted a form through the Support Portal and checked the “Change Name” box. We apologize that we cannot address individual issues.

Changes to your account cannot be made via email, since we have no means to securely verify the request is coming from the genuine account holder.

We recognize that genuine Pioneers may have either made typos when first inputting their Pi account name or missed the 2-week name update window. Therefore, we are allowing Pioneers to appeal for an opportunity to make a correction to your name information and explain the reason for the appeal. However, name update appeals will only accept changes like minor changes to spelling, switching first name and last names, adding a middle name, adding a prefix/suffix or aligning it with the name displayed on your identity document.

A complete name change that has no resemblance to the current name and suggests two completely different people will be rejected.

Please note that appeals will take time to process, and they will be processed as a later part of our overall KYC process. The appeal feature will be available for the next few months. We appreciate your patience.

Here’s how to submit an appeal:
1. From the Pi home screen, tap on the ≡ icon in the upper left corner to open up the Pi sidebar menu.
2. Tap on “Profile.”
3. Below “Settings,” click the orange “See How” button next to “ask to change your name.”
4. Review your current inputted name and then tap “Appeal Name Change” in the bottom right corner.
5. From here, follow the in-app instructions. Please note the name on the ID has to match one of the two names, either in English or in the native language.

Note that if your name information is already correct, this information does not apply to you. Please do not submit an appeal. Thank you.

· Turn off this request’s notifications

Now I have done just that above to hopefully fix my issue and have submitted a name appeal to fix my actual name. I think this might have been a issue for a lot of people just to have the feature added to the Pi Network mobile app account area. This means if you have this same issue. The above is kind of the way you can fix your name as well because any issues can mess up you being able to KYC once and if Pi Network hits mainnet which as long as I have been following the project I believe it will become a cryptocurrency/blockchain powered token soon. 

Now with this being said I Rukun will follow all the way through with this project like I do for all things I test and in fact all staff who write about this subjects are going to be required to do the same thing as we don’t want to feed you any bullshit. Now like I said I have got an answer and submitted the fix for my name issue. Doesn’t means all issues are being solved right away. At the time of this post Pi Network app on Android, i.e Google Playstore has been from what I found to be temporary removed. You can read more about it here: https://e.vnexpress.net/news/business/economy/crypto-pi-app-disappears-from-google-play-store-4406225.html. So you can still download if from the main site and it will be back accord the link above. Now I still plan on running a node for the network. Just got to finish building some devices and what not. Here is a the possible current price or value of the token but still yet to be determined as still need to hit mainnet you see more here: https://coinstats.app/coins/pi-network-iou/. Also you can see and read more about what has been written about Pi Network by clicking/following Pi Network tag on Thoughts Of Everything here: https://www.thoughtsofeverything.org/tag/pi-network/.

Now if you would to get involved and test this project with me you can download from here: https://minepi.com/rukun1028 or from the app store for your device and because you will need a referral code use mine and I will reward you for your activity with advertising and what not. Now just enter “rukun1028” for your referral code.

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Basilisk (Rukun Anime Review)

Basilisk (Rukun Anime Review)

Hello everyone and welcome to an good old anime review post created by yours truly Rukun. This will probably be my first anime review on Thoughts of Everything. And all honesty I haven’t watched anime in a while but here we go with anime review. I would first like to mention I have watched this one I’m reviewing 3 times, twice in English dub and once in Japanese. I own the complete series DVD box set. Wasn’t even planning on writing a blog post review. But here we go.

Basilisk (TV) image

Anime Title: Basilisk – Kōga Ninpō Chō 

Anime Type: TV series

Number of Episodes/Parts: 24 episodes

Genre/Theme: action, drama, romance, supernatural. Themes of this anime historical, ninja, revenge, star-crossed love, tragedy.

Summary:  

The year is 1614 AD. Two warring ninja clans, each supporting a son of Hidetada Tokugawa as the next shogun, send ten representatives each to fight to the death for the possession of a scroll. The prize: the annihilation of the other and the staunch support of the Tokugawa government for the winning clan for the next thousand years.

summary taken from Anime News Network

Own Thoughts or Takes The Anime: I really did enjoy this anime though the story seem to be kind rushed and from those on lookers the story might be hard to distinguish such as my wife did as I was watching while she was in the other room. The reason I find this is a lot of people die and there is so much betrayal between both of the ninja clans. Which is maybe way the story gets hard to follow do to everything happening so fast. Some of the special ninja moves are so damn sick though, some moves will never happen in real life. But this is way I love fantasy and such. Now I have had to watch this 3 times to fully understand and I bought the complete collection box set since I enjoyed the anime.

Basilisk box set image 1 and this one

Basilisk box set image 2

But there is much more to be send about the story where 2 people from each clan who have been mortal enemies for many years. To make things worse the pact between the clans to keep them from killing each other was dissolved. I’m going to try and not spoil it for you all but I will the hate between the two is so bad the love and happy of the clan mate in love the other person in the other clan makes the sick. But this anime’s fight scenes are fucking brutal. Now I’m giving this anime a rating of 9 because I felt the story felt rushed but still enjoy for a rewatch. Then I watched again to get a better understand of the story for this review. Now at the time of planning this review I didn’t know there is a second of something. So I may have to check it out.

Rating (from a scale of 1-10): 9

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