Currently on art: Q2 2020 stats, Prose-ject 2020 and the end of Suntuubi

This is the first Currently on art update that I’ve written on WordPress. If you have been following me on DeviantArt, you know that I’m migrating away from there due to its new UI, Eclipse, due to reasons including poorly handled literature and heavy eye strain (I think I will never figure out how exactly they managed to pull that off when I have literally never had eye strain at my computer).

With no alternatives available yet, I have had to deal with my summer flash fictions with duct tape and compromises: Flash Fiction Fridays required me to post on DA, while with Prose-ject 2020 and Flash Fiction Month I’m allowed to post here on WordPress – an ineffective alternative because the stories drown among my other blog posts, but the best one currently available. Therefore, I have collected the links to a static page for easier access: Flash Fiction Link Compilations

Yes, I ended up joining Prose-ject this year despite of thinking that I wouldn’t because the moment I saw the journal, I couldn’t say no. I guess I shouldn’t have been following the group and the poster at that point, haha. However, I don’t regret it: my challenge of writing only about my already existing worlds has borne lots of fruit, with multiple previously scarce worlds now having more story and characters than before. I’m especially proud of the world of Unar and Ria – the prompt that led me to discovering the latter has brought a lot of interesting stuff to the story, and I currently love those two precious ones.

I especially love the last story, because it gave me the perfect closure to the month of discovery: I managed to use all four prompts on the last day and make the story about the end of a journey. I must admit that I might have gotten some Okami feels while writing and editing it, which also accounts for how much I love the final story, as I’m currently playing through the aforementioned game’s HD version.

There is something I want to get off my chest better than by tossing a status update, though. If you have read my previous Currently on art updates on DeviantArt, you know that since spring 2019 I have been migrating a Finnish website from its original service provider, Suntuubi, to WordPress because Suntuubi was shutting down 30.6.2020.

At the moment I’m writing this sentence, it is the 26th and it has been about an hour since I finished that long migration project. I had to cut some corners (mainly with archives, which I will keep backed up on my computer), but I ended up making it in time anyway despite of time almost running out.

Now that the migration is over and I’m painfully aware that the site I have grown with, built and nurtured for nine years is going to get wiped off the face of the earth in four days. I can’t help but feel empty and extremely sad to see it go; I was unable to replicate all of the user interface on the free WordPress plan, so the new site, while cleaner than the original, does not look like it too much. The UI that I have looked at, tweaked and used for nine years is about to disappear forever.

It’s hard to believe that after nine years it’s now over. Before the announcement that Suntuubi is shutting down, I had known that someday it would end (I had seen it coming from various things), but now that it’s happening… it feels surreal. The thing has been up for over half of my lifetime (Wikipedia said that it was started in 2006) and my website has been there for almost half of my lifetime, a majority of the time the service has been online (since 2011).

The thing is, if I hadn’t stumbled upon Suntuubi and, most importantly, its Finnish Code Lyoko fandom, it’s likely that I wouldn’t be here. If it wasn’t for that fandom, I might’ve never actually tried my hand at fanfiction, let alone created my first website for it. If those two hadn’t happened, I might have never found my way into the writing community on DeviantArt or created this website. A lot could be different, and I can’t imagine anything that would be better than this.

The Code Lyoko fandom on Suntuubi has grown silent during the previous years, but it was there when I needed it. Now, all traces of it, those years of things learned, stories shared and lessons learned, the network of individual websites all built for our love of the series, will be erased. I will keep going on WordPress, but nothing will be the same especially with so many sites disappearing completely. I don’t even know if any other Code Lyoko sites from Suntuubi ended up migrating to survive.

It is a fact that the fandom would have never become the same it was, but I still miss those days, and I know I will miss the days of Suntuubi. It was, after all, a huge part of my life for nine whole years, some of my most important years of growing and learning. The fandom shaped me in ways no other group could, and it gave me a voice both as a beginning writer and a Code Lyoko fan, something I couldn’t have gotten outside of my laptop.

Those years with that fandom, I treasure them. They taught me a lot, and a community where I belonged to and had a voice was an invaluable treasure to me back then. Communities like that still are – it is only human to want to belong, to be heard.

To the strangers on the other side of the screen who are a part of such a community: thank you for being there.

Everything comes to an end at some point, so it is important that we make the most of the time we have and make the most valuable memories. Someday, we will have to say goodbye.

It is ironic that when I was finishing the migration project, my playlist was playing Audiomachine’s Farewell to Earth. One couldn’t have asked for a better song for it, not even on purpose.

Whatever happens, take care and make sure to check in with people you care about.

As I am writing this sentence, it is already the 30th. I visited my old website and some other old Code Lyoko websites that were in my bookmarks in the morning one last time. During the day, all those websites were replaced with an announcement that Suntuubi has been closed down. I already feel wistful for all the time I spent there, for I was attached to that enormous amount of ones and zeroes that made Suntuubi and everything within its system. I still am, and perhaps will always be for the way it influenced me over all the years.

However, I mustn’t wallow in that attachment or the loss. The only way is forward. I will move on and make sure that those years of learning weren’t in vain.

Today, two things ended: my journey within my worlds for Prose-ject 2020 and Suntuubi’s 14 years on the internet as a platform for people to make their own websites.

This is the end of an era. What comes in the next one? I have no idea, except that it’s probably going to be mostly silent.

Silent or not, it is time to move on.

I think I have written enough about this case. Now, it’s time to look into my stats: Q2 2020, comparison to Q1 2020 and Prose-ject 2020 stats.

Here are the infographs:

While most of my writing projects’ stats are disappointing this quarter and I wrote less for Prose-ject this year, I did well with visual art: more artwork done and far fewer projects standing by.

Now, it is time to see what is up with my projects, as per my project widget:

  • Exceptional Jedi: Chapter 18 of Crystals of the Past is in editing. All writing is at 1466 days. I need to make a comic about Valentine Clanker and lots of other drawings. I’ve been creating data and putting stories into an order on Scrivener to build a wiki of sorts there so that I can flesh things out for writing. It is coming along well. Revising has been on hiatus, but it should resume soon now that I’ve recovered my writing inspiration.
  • The Fate’s Way: Chapter 39 is in editing. I still need to redraw the regular Alyssa and also Alyssa’s friends and family and the other important people, like Matti, someday. Silverwind’s reference is in progress. Revising needs to be done.
  • Behind Armada: Chapter 23 is in editing. I need to draw the references for a few characters (although they are the lowest priority). This trilogy will be put on hiatus indefinitely once I’m done with BA.
  • Off-DA projects: Not much going on atm. FFM collections are still at a standstill; I haven’t had time to look into them yet. I should be able to get to them during the summer.
  • Foes & Friends Remastered: Part 22 of New War Remastered is in translation. I should work on references at some point.
  • Greenfield: Currently on hiatus until summer, at which point I will start editing it. Read more about the project here.
  • Lyokostar: The translation of Lyokostar 1 progresses: Part 2 of story 6 is in translation. I have resumed writing monthly Lyokostar 3 oneshots in Finnish. I have finished Mary’s reference and made a sketch of Sophie’s first Lyoko suit. Other references need to be done.
  • Gaming: Habitica, some random games again, with Okami HD taking most of the gaming time.
  • Other stuff: I’ve fallen behind with literature deviations because I can’t read them on DA without getting a headache from the eye strain. I’m trying to keep it from flooding otherwise, though, and so far it’s been looking good. I still have no idea when my first FFM collection will come, other than hopefully this year. Lots of reading to be done still, but my TBR list has gotten smaller again, so it’s under control. It’s probably going to continue like that. Gotta get back to Unity and also Blender if I can. And video editing, I need to do lots of that because I have tons of footage to edit if I just found the time to put my laptop to work with them. As explained above, I have finished migrating a Finnish website of my own (the one which hosts the Finnish Lyokostar stories) from its original service provider, Suntuubi, to WordPress.
  • Personal life: I finished my online course that I took to replace the one I flunked, and I ended up getting a small-ish work gig that has me rebuilding a website. I’m also sweating tons in my apartment because it’s constantly around 30 degrees Celsius during the days. Luckily, it’s been a cooler outside the last days, so it’s now closer to 25 than 30, which is nice, although I’m still sweating. LOL.

I’d say that’s all. Thank you for reading this long journal. Take care!

Prose-ject 2020 30: The Journey’s End

The prompts used: the brilliance of a sunset, “Live long, and prosper.” -Star Trek (quote), we may not be that complicated by alapip (literature), Don’t go, don’t go by Dyemelikeasunset (image).

At first, my blade-to-blade battle with the ghoul went well. We were evenly matched, with the ghoul having become slightly rusty with no challengers while I had honed myself for months. When it came to magic, I was having more trouble, but the Harmony Blade kept me safe.

Unfortunately, we were too evenly matched. I slowly started to run out of endurance and, under moonlight just like the one under which I had first seen Ria dance, I started to miss her.

I had been reliant on her mending spells to keep me going even when I was starting to run out of strength to continue.

I reminisced those spells and used them to coax the Harmony Blade to help me keep my footing. It did, inspired by my determination to defeat the ghoul, give me some strength. I continued the fight, refreshed and grateful.

The first time I lost my footing, I resorted to magic to blast the ghoul away. That blast, bright as it was, looked like the brilliant sunset at Midsummer Lake. I couldn’t help thinking about all the melodies Ria had created, some of which she said were inspired by our experiences at that very lake, the brilliance of the sunset and the happy memories we made under it.

I missed her already. I had wronged her twice about this battle. I could only hope that she would forgive me in the end.

If she did not, I wasn’t sure what I’d do. She had become my dearest friend, perhaps the true definition of a “best friend”, and I loved her as such even though we had never romantically clicked together.

I got back up on my feet and returned to the battle, reminiscing all the training my father had given me before his death.

I would become a hero like him tonight and live to tell the tale.

Yet as the battle dragged on, I started to lose my focus as fatigue set in. My spells slowly became sloppier, more undirected and more ineffective. Ria had supported me with her spells so that I could concentrate only on fighting instead of following my own energy levels as well, and she had covered for me whenever I had had to take a break to either recover or heal.

This was a mistake. I had been too rash, too occupied with what everyone else thought. Too proud and ambitious as well.

I should’ve come here with Ria.

Oh Ria… please forgive me for being such an idiot.

I had to end the battle soon, but the ghoul was too skilled and lacked all signs of fatigue. I was going to die at this rate, but I couldn’t run away to get backup or call for Ria. Even if she would come, she couldn’t hear me from this far, and the ghoul wouldn’t let me leave the clearing alive.

I had to figure something out quickly or else I would go into history as a fool who went under a fallen angel’s influence, escaped and got killed, dooming my home village to be under the ghoul’s terrible reign for who knows how long.

When I went for a desperate lunge, the ghoul suddenly blasted me against a rock. I think I felt something snap in my back upon impact, but I definitely felt the rock shatter behind my back before I landed on sharp rubble, gasping in sudden agony. I could no longer move my legs. Pushing myself up with the free hand despite of the rubble digging into my palm, I raised the Harmony Blade to defend myself. The ghoul smacked it away with its own sword, making me lose balance and fall on my back again. This time, I screamed when the rubble set itself back into my flesh into new spots.

Once the worst of the pain disappeared, I looked at the sky and tried to move my legs. Nothing. I was helpless. The ghoul came to my view and pointed its sword at me.

I looked at the stars behind its head. Ria and I had talked about going to them to meet her old angel friends once this journey would be over so that she could try to make amends and make the others see that being a fallen one wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Only what you did after you fell mattered, and she had used her new powers well. I knew that she missed her home and friends.

DyemelikeasunsetThe stars twinkled at me. I wanted to reach them, but I knew that it was far too late for that. The blade was against my throat. I had lost.

I had lost.

“Unar, no!” a familiar voice screamed. A dark blast tossed the ghoul away. Someone landed near me.

Ria came into my view. “Unar! What did you do?”
“Ria…” I gasped. “Ria, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” I wanted to offer some kind of explanation, so I did when I still could. “I was stupid. I minded their opinions too much. It was a mistake. I… I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”
“Don’t go and die just yet,” Ria said. She was changing her form, although not before pushing some healing magic into me. “I’ll be right back.”

She disappeared from my view. I heard the Harmony Blade getting picked up.
“You will pay for what you did to my friend!” Ria proclaimed with her fallen angel voice.
The ghoul laughed. “Really? A fallen angel saves the ‘hero’? Please, do your worst. You can’t kill me.”

I heard Ria say under her breath. Then her footsteps ran towards the ghoul. Swords clashed together once. Twice. Thrice.

Ria screamed. The ghoul laughed. Had I had the strength, I would’ve cried out for her.

Then the ghoul let out a gurgle. I heard a thump. Footsteps hurried back to me.

The stars were still twinkling at me, although they were starting to become blurry. I was starting to lose my consciousness.

Ria came to my view again.
“No, no, no, don’t go, don’t go,” she said. She took me to her arms and started to speak healing incantations — something she did only when she was desperate. I coughed blood.
“Don’t go. I don’t want you to die, not yet,” Ria said. There were tears coming down her face.
“Ria…” I gasped.
“Don’t speak. I’ll heal you, trust me. You’ll live. Just hold on!”
“Ria, no… It’s too late. I messed up… I messed up everything…”
“We can talk about it when you’re no longer bleeding out.”
“No, Ria… It’s too late.” I reached out with my bloodied hand and found her tear-stained cheek. “Ria, I’m so sorry for failing you. For thinking that I could do it alone when I always needed you. For thinking that both parts of the team could work alone. I’m sorry… I’m so sorry it had to end like this.”
“This isn’t the time for goodbyes!” Ria told and pushed more of her healing magic into my wounds. “You’re not dying, got that?!”
“Ria…” I knew I was fading away, so I had to give my goodbyes now. I knew that she would never forgive me. “Live long… and prosper.”

This wasn’t the end I wanted, but it was the end I got. Our journey… was at its end.

I faded away while Ria screamed, “UNAR, NO!

Prose-ject 2020 29: A Departing Scout

The prompt used: “May the Force be with you.” -Star War (quote)

Jeff was leaving on a scouting round again. He said that he had seen an interesting new building which we might be able to blow up if we got close enough. While it certainly was a provocation to the invaders, with all the known underground sanctuaries already either destroyed or flooded until they were underwater, we were safe. It would definitely send a message: We may hide, but we are not defenseless. You are not welcome here.

While it was even more dangerous than normal scouting, I decided to let him do it. He would probably sneak out and scout ahead on his own if I didn’t let him. At least this way I knew where he was going and what he was doing.

When he was at the hangar, making the final departure checks, I looked at him. My fantastic niece had turned into a fantastic nephew growing up in this underwater facility. He was brave, perhaps even to the point of foolhardiness and recklessness, but he was brave nevertheless, and had the brains to use his skills well. He had definitely proved himself during the years in the defense system.

If I lost him now, I knew that it would have happened anyway. Ever since being a little kid, Jeff had loved the oldest, the most classic Star Wars movies and their story of the Rebel Alliance fighting against the Galactic Empire. He would have gone out there to do his part in making our ragtag group into a real life version of the Rebel Alliance anyway and either come back with more information or died like the Bothans who died to get information on the the second Death Star.

Jeff was ready to leave, so I walked up to him.
“Uncle,” he greeted me. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be back.”
“I will wait for you and your findings here. Be careful,” I told.
“No worries. I will be.” Jeff flashed his grin before turning somber. “No matter what happens, take care.”
“I will.” I said.

Jeff climbed to his ship.

I would never forgive myself if I let him leave and never return without one of the most iconic Star Wars quotes. I called out, “Jeff.”
“Yeah, uncle?” Jeff turned to look at me.
I smiled at him. “May the Force be with you.”
Jeff smiled back. “May the Force be with you too.”

Then he departed and I stood, watching as his ship made its way to the surface.

Now, I could only wait at the command center and hope that he would be back soon.

Prose-ject 2020 28: A Break at a Lake

The prompt used: Daybreak at the lake by HGTreescapes.

After some rough battles while trying to get on the other side, we were able to stop at a cabin by the lake at the foot of the mountains we had just come from. Its owner let us in even though she eyed us in suspicion — not that I blamed her; a fallen angel and a normal-looking guy with an unusual sword were a strange sight even when they were not riddled with injuries and looking like they both might have some broken bones. Heck, a normal angel was strange enough to see around here!

After Ria and I got to sit on the wooden floor, she lay down and grimaced.
“How badly are you injured?” I asked her.
“That Hammertail managed to break some ribs,” Ria breathed. “It hurts like hell, but I can’t keep the painkiller spell active anymore.”
“What about your leg?” I asked.
“It’s better since you could put dressings on it,” Ria told. She gave a weak laugh. “I’m more worried about my leggings. I hate sewing even when my palms aren’t trying to make new skin to make up for the layer I lost out there. Not to mention that blood is tough to wash away from them after it has dried.” She took a deep breath. “Y’know, those dipshit ambushers slashed you pretty bad. You ok?”
“Your healing spells were enough. Don’t worry, I’m fine aside from breaking my arm while fighting the Hammertail,” I told.
“Good,” Ria breathed. “If you don’t mind, I’ll take a nap and recover a little. I’ll try to heal more once I’ve rested.”
“I don’t,” I noted and looked at the cabin’s owner.
“I don’t mind either. Take your time,” she said. “It appears you have had a tough time.”
“You’re correct about that, ma’am,” I said. Ria had already fallen asleep, so I decided to take care of the introductions. “By the way, I’m Unar. My companion here is Ria.”
“I am Heide,” the cabin owner told.
“Pleasure to meet you.” I bowed my head.
Heide nodded to me. “Do you need anything?”
“I don’t think I do,” I said. “We managed to patch our wounds up before coming here. The rest is up to nature and Ria’s healing spells.”
“Very well,” Heide said. “I will be in the kitchen if you need me.”
“Thank you,” I thanked.

Heide went to another room, although not without sparing a glance at me before that. I took a deep breath and relaxed. I didn’t want to sleep yet in case of an emergency, but a meditative break would not hurt as long as I stayed conscious of my surroundings. The monk Amadeo had taught me that and much more in my search for understanding of the Harmony Blade.

Prose-ject 2020 27: No Place Like Home

The prompt used: “There’s no place like home.” -The Wizard of Oz (quote)

They say that there’s no place like home.

I say that they’re right.

I don’t want to complain. The people running this underwater sanctuary are doing their very best to keep us all alive, and the underwater scenery is nice, but I miss my home. I had to leave a lot of my possessions behind either at home, where they are going to get destroyed, or into my personal bunker underground which might go down in flames as well. Those who were not working for museums and such were not allowed to haul much with themselves.

Fortunately, I was allowed to take my computer system with me. I miss my shelves of literature, collectibles and games, but I have their copies saved on my computer — aside from the collectibles, of course; I have images of them instead — so I’ll be able to live without them.

I only hope that the cable systems won’t get damaged by the destruction on the surface. If they do, we will eventually lose all our interplanetary communication networks and get cut off into underwater and underground pockets with little to no contact to others. Most of us have friends and family elsewhere, and the communication cables will be their only way of keeping in touch once the wireless systems go down completely — which will be the first communication system to fall as these fuckers have the habit of razing the surface to a dusty wasteland, which means that all communication towers that matter and are interconnected will be destroyed sooner rather than later.

We have no other choice than hiding here in these sanctuaries, keeping everything valuable alive and undestroyed and waiting for the time to return to the surface and restore our beloved planet, both its ecosystem and our infrastructure, back to what it was.

I hope I’ll live to see that day.

They say that there’s no place like home.

I guess it’s time we make these sanctuaries our homes because there’s no going back to where we came from for a long time.

Prose-ject 2020 26: Immediate Danger

Couples as my submission for Flash Fiction Fridays Week 4. The prompt used: “I’ll be back.” -The Terminator (quote)

Isabella listened to the ghoul’s breathing. Its back was turned towards her and Mychal, but it would only be a matter of time until it would spot them. It only needed to turn back, walk a few steps forward and turn right.

Mychal prayed silently to the powers that be that the ghoul would leave the room. Isabella clenched her training sword and wished that the ghoul would indeed leave and give her an opening to strike. Her sword would not do much if she did not hit the gaps in its armor, but the element of surprise might just give her enough time to slice its head off.

By sheer luck, divine intervention or a trap being placed in front of them, the ghoul left the room. Isabella peeked from behind the desk to ensure that the door was closed. She let out the breath she had held, relieved; she could not leave the room yet, but at least now they were not in the most immediate danger.

That did not change the fact that they were still in immediate danger as the ghoul was behind the door, though. Isabella had to come up with a plan fast before the ghoul would open the door again. She would not be able to fare against it for long without backup.

Mychal was shaking, her hands clasped tightly together. Even if she was an adult or even a teenager like her instead of a little girl, she could not help in that state.

As the footsteps started to go away, Isabella knew it was her only chance. She whispered to Mychal, “I’ll be back.”

Then she left their hiding place and walked out the door.

The ghoul turned to look at her when it heard the door close behind her.

Prose-ject 2020 25: Magic-augmented Items

The prompt used: an unforgettable melody.

The evening we spent at the Midsummer Lake, Ria took her violin out and explained how music-augmented magic worked: the instrument used for it was under normal circumstances a normal instrument. However, if specific melodies were played with an intention and a spell ready to be casted, it would turn into a weapon of magic and cast the spell with extra power and accuracy. Items like staffs that were imbued with magic so that spells could be casted from them were similar, although they did not require melodies, merely understanding of how the item worked and the intention to cast a spell.

Ria told me that being able to use augmented items to cast spells took long training and the basic skill at casting spells normally, but otherwise it was actually quite easy. It did require more concentration than normal casting, but the increased power was worth it if the augmented item was strong enough.

I also learned that weapons that were augmented with magic to strengthen them often were not their normal versions when not in use; they were simply augmented weapons used by those who preferred to fight with weapons rather than spells. The Harmony Blade, which was a hybrid of them, was apparently an extreme rarity used only by the highest-ranking angels: while its main purpose was likely to be an augmented weapon, it still had the power to cast spells in case its wielder needed it and some sort of consciousness to aid in casting if necessary. She had no idea where the blade was from, though, or who might have wielded it before it was put to rest at the forest I retrieved it from.

I had to admit that the Harmony Blade made more sense now; I had never studied magic, so whatever spells I had managed to cast had been successful only because the sword had wanted them to succeed. Since I didn’t have the time to learn spellcasting enough to make much of a difference, I had to rely on the sword to do it for me when in need.

After she had finished talking, Ria started to play a melody she had learned long ago when she had learned to play the violin. I lay back and listened; it felt like the melody was etching itself into my mind at each note.

I had heard that angels were able to create and play unforgettable melodies, but only now I believed those words.

My ears did not lie, not this evening at the Midsummer Lake.

Prose-ject 2020 24: The Daylight Beast

The prompt used: “You’re gonna need a bigger boat.” -Jaws (quote)

We had been hunting the Daylight Beast for a week when we finally found it. For a thing with a hide that shines like daylight even at night, it was far harder to find than we had expected. It was worth it even if it was just to see it, though; it looked beautiful. It was probably the most beautiful monster I had ever seen in person or in pictures. It was a pity that our contractor wanted it dead.

The fight to get it killed was the hardest part. At first, we tried to fight it at night, but it managed to blind us by shining even more. We had to retreat, with Carillie too injured to continue. Kala sent her away with Roux to get patched up at a medical station. The rest of us formulated a new plan and struck at daylight, this time shielding our eyes with equipment meant for traversing scorching deserts.

It was tough, but we managed to kill the Daylight Beast without losing anyone else, although everyone, me included, got injuries. Kala broke his arm, I got bitten a couple of times, Quesnel apparently has a broken rib or two and so on. Luckily, everyone could walk on their own, so we set forth to the medical station after Roux to get patched up before hauling the now dead but still shining beast into the contractor.

After we had been patched up and Carillie could leave, we set forth to the shore to load the beast on our ship.

At the port, we found more trouble.

The sailor looked at the Daylight Beast and remarked, “Ight, you’re gonna need a bigger boat.”

Prose-ject 2020 23: Day 57 of Repairing

The prompt used: delivering joyful news.

It is day 57 since my crew and I had to abandon our underground sanctuary in Germany for the underwater facility in the Baltic Sea after the attackers discovered it.

While most of the refugees were relocated to another underground facility in the country, we made the dive into the Baltic Sea; the facility there had been out of service for decades, but now we needed it desperately. We had to get it back up and running or else we would soon run out of sanctuaries to relocate to when our underground ones were discovered and destroyed.

Fixing the flooding had been the easiest part; the air pumps had been operational all this time, just not online due to getting no power. Portable energy cells had done the trick and the newly pumped air had pushed the water out of the facility, while patching the hull was easy due to the lack of significant damage. The generator, however, was another story: because it had been flooded for years, it was brimming with algae, fish and water. Cleaning it took 11 days as we had to take the whole thing apart and clean every single part we could save. Putting it back together took four days, two more to get it running. Fixing the power lines all across the facility, on the other hand, took nearly 20 days.

The rest has been cleaning and restocking the facility so that we can take refugees. There is still a long way to go for this to be like the other facilities because as of now it’s heavily depending on the supply chain, but for now the most important part is getting it operational enough for refugees to come in. We can add greenhouses and growbeds later, when top-priority things are done.

Today, after almost two months of working nonstop, I have joyful news to deliver.

The Baltic Sea’s sanctuary is online and getting refugees as we speak.

Prose-ject 2020 22: Among Strings of Manipulation

The prompt used: hidden strings of manipulation.

Even though she lacked her memories of her previous life, Louise still knew how to spot the hidden strings of manipulation when she saw them.

However, she did not know how to deal with them — especially when they were all over her and pushing her to different places to do different things. As she got deeper into the mess that her life now was, she could not help but wonder whether or not going to the capital had been a bad idea. On the other hand, she was regaining information on who she had been but then again, she was getting into dangerous situations she no longer had the skills for. It was tough to reclaim those skills even when she was getting retrained by the best.

Why she was so important, she had no idea, but she already knew that the rich in the city had plans for her and she was getting manipulated into it. Now, it was too late to back down; there was no other way out than death, and Louise did not want to go that way after escaping it once already.

She had probably been far too deep in this mess the moment she had set foot inside the capital’s perimeter and thus gone under the influence of the most powerful of the country.

If Louise had only seen a plausible end to this, she would not have worried, but she had no idea what was going to happen once she was ready to do whatever the rich ultimately wanted her to do.

She lied each time she said she was not afraid of it.