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<h1>About</h1>
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<h1>Account</h1>
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<h2>Username</h2>
<p style="font-size: 18px">The username is Lunvxgylrx.</p>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Complexico</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">Using Caesar Shift +9, you get “Clemoxpcio”, which is an anagram of Complexico.</span></span><br>
<h2>Extra Puzzle</h2>
<p style="font-size: 18px">HeScFe^2 Fsi</p>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">BUZZ IN</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">Taking their proton number, and changing it to A1Z26 gives the answer.</span></span><br>
<h2>Complexities</h2>
<h2>Complexity 1.1.1</h2>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Nine</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">Each line contains one number. Line 1 gives 78, since Major and Minor represents Tarot Cards, and the number of cards in a deck is 78. Line 2 gives 105, since the second line is representing Zeisel Number, and the first is 105. Line 3 gives 110, as Eleventy presents 11x10=110. Line 4 gives 101, as Big Brother represents 1984, and the room 101. Using decimal on "78 105 110 101", you get "Nine".</span></span><br>
<p style="font-size: 18px">Link: https://twitter.com/Lunvxgylrx/status/1283633882735116288</p>
<h2>Complexity 1.1.2</h2>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Mage</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">With the help of Complexity 1.1.1's answer, taking every ninth letter from the grid of circles, you get "Ziti". Using Vigenere with the key "Nine", you get "Mage".</span></span><br>
<p style="font-size: 18px">Link: https://twitter.com/Lunvxgylrx/status/1284359084125249536</p>
<h2>Complexity 1.1.3</h2>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Corrupt</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">There are items in the hotbar, which is a red herring that says "It's cold".<br>Taking the Minecraft Item Codes from the center of the image, you get<br>White stained glass pane = 160<br>Dark oak wood stairs = 164<br>Gold block = 41<br>Melon block = 103<br>Activator rail = 157<br>Acacia wood = 162<br>Dark oak wood = 162<br>Slime block = 165<br>Decoding it with Octal gives the answer, "Corrupt".</span></span><br>
<p style="font-size: 18px">Link: https://twitter.com/Lunvxgylrx/status/1284786296896933889</p>
<h2>Complexity 1.2.1</h2>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Ipswich</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">There are 3 parts to this puzzle. Part 1, the letter T is missing in “iLLUMINATED” and “PuSHBUTTON”. Part 2, the words vertically says "illuminated, pullchain, mercury, pushbutton, membrane, pushwheel, on/off, level". These are all instances of switches. Part 3, reading the green letters from left to right says "icupurpov", which says I C U P Ur PoV, or "I see you pee your PoV". When you see someone pee from their PoV, it wouldn't be inaccurate to say "I pee", so you get "Ip". When combining all together, you get "Ip+switch-t = Ipswich".</span></span><br>
<p style="font-size: 18px">Link: https://twitter.com/Lunvxgylrx/status/1285418698656763906</p>
<h2>Complexity 1.2.2</h2>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Lamp</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The green words and the picture in the background reference the album 'The Living Dead', in which the song Lamp is 4 minutes 32 seconds long.</span></span><br>
<p style="font-size: 18px">Link: https://twitter.com/Lunvxgylrx/status/1285471012566360064</p>
<h2>Complexity 1.2.3</h2>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">AD or ADs</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The first line references AC/DC, the former of both halves being AD. The second line refers to A07, the ATC code for Antidiarrhoeals or ADs. The third line is subtracting a negative, meaning you ADD. Put it all together you get AD, ADs and Add. So the answer is AD or ADs.</span></span><br>
<p style="font-size: 18px">Link: https://twitter.com/Lunvxgylrx/status/1290788397364084737</p>
<h2>Complexity 2.1.1</h2>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Coffee</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The first two lines reference <i>The Women's Petition Against Coffee</i>, where it is described as 'base, black, thick, nasty, bitter, stinking, nauseous puddle water'. The third line references an old term for a coffeeshop, a 'penny university'. Lastly, the fourth line references William H. Ukers, who wrote the book <i>All About Coffee</i>. Thus, the answer is 'coffee'.</span></span><br>
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<h2>Complexity 2.1.2</h2>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Dead</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The three cubes refer to  3×3x3, which is 27. The 7 inside the square refers to 7×7, which is 49. The five 2s refer to 2×2×2×2×2, which is 25. Lastly, the pentagon and heptagon refer to 35 (count the sides and multiply). Using Nihilist cipher, with 'coffee', the answer to 2.1.1, as the key, gives Dead.</span></span><br>
<p style="font-size: 18px">Link: https://twitter.com/Lunvxgylrx/status/1305563815510122497</p>
<h2>Complexity 2.1.3</h2>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Weight</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The glowing letters, d2VpZ2h0, are MIME base64 ciphertext for 'weight', which is the answer.</span></span><br>
<p style="font-size: 18px">Link: https://twitter.com/Lunvxgylrx/status/1305566458437496832</p>
<h2>Complexity 2.2.1</h2>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Stick</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">Fill in the square as you would a Sudoku. Translate the numbers into their respective elements and read over the filled in diagonal gives S Ti C K.</span></span><br>
<p style="font-size: 18px">Link: https://twitter.com/Lunvxgylrx/status/1310657667241635840</p>
<h2>Complexity 2.2.2</h2>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Match</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The P and 15 on the cards reference phosphorus, the 15th element of the periodic table. The wikipedia icon and the out-of-place 6.4 means to search for subpage 6.4 of phosphorus on wikipedia, which gives Match.<br>
(note: match is currently under tab 6.5, but as of 1 Oct 2021, the day the puzzle was released, it was under 6.4)</span></span><br>
<p style="font-size: 18px">Link: https://twitter.com/Lunvxgylrx/status/1311482576624738304</p>
<h1>JFK Worldline</h1>
<h2>Case File No. 1</h2>
<h3>Part 1 - A Sordid Seared Scene</h3>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Title of Image: <span class="spoiler-text">Mobilefish-Complexitiy-Case-No1-Part-1.png</span></span><br>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">ImageCorrupt</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The string of numbers are the end of the tweets for each complexity. 1283633882735116288 is for Complexity 1.1.1, 1284359084125249536 is for Complexity 1.1.2, and 1284786296896933889 is for Complexity 1.1.3. For 1.1.1, the 9th letter of the alphabet is I. Adding the rest of the answers, you get I+mage+Corrupt, which makes ImageCorrupt.</span></span><br>
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<h3>Part 2 - “Think paranormal police”</h3>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Lampadsoveripswich</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The string of numbers are the end of the tweets for each complexity. 1285418698656763906 is for Complexity 1.2.1, 1285471012566360064 is for Complexity 1.2.2, and 1290788397364084737 is for Complexity 1.2.3. Lamp+ADs makes Lampads. Lampads are over Ipswich, thus, the answer gives Lampadsoveripswich.</span></span><br>
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<h1>Tuskkin Worldline</h1>
<h2>Case File No. 2</h2>
<h3>Part I</h3>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Dead Weight</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The string of numbers are the end of the tweets for each complexity. 1305563815510122497 is for Complexity 2.1.2, and 1285471012566360064 is for Complexity 2.1.3. Combining both answers together gives Dead Weight. Additionally, Dim - ALT_1966 refers to the Dive City universe.</span></span><br>
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<h3>Part II</h3>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Matchstick</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The string of numbers are the end of the tweets for each complexity. 1311482576624738304 is for Complexity 2.2.2, and 1310657667241635840 is for Complexity 2.2.1. Combining both answers together gives Matchstick.</span></span><br>
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<h3>Part III</h3>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Pride</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The sigil is that of the Morningstar. The Morningstar is Lucifer’s region of the Otherside. Lucifer is the Prince of Pride. Thus, the password is Pride.</span></span><br>
<h1>Otherside</h1>
<h2>The Morningstar</h2>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Heretofore</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The first line's word is Here. The second line is too, but only with 1 o, so to. The third line is four, but with an e, so fore. The last line is the definition of the answer, which is all of them combined together, giving Heretofore.</span></span><br>
<p style="font-size:18px">Link: https://twitter.com/Lunvxgylrx/status/1320370547411152897</p>
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<span style="font-size: 20px; color:orange"><strong><center>⚠️BEWARE: THIS IS DECLASSIFIED INFORMATION. WARY EYES ONLY. ENTER AT OWN RISK.⚠️</center></strong></span><br>
<h1>Part 1 - A Sordid Seared Scene</h1>
<h2>Summary of Receipt</h2>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Summary</span>
<h2>Transcript</h2>
<span>    Ardent flames licked the curling wallpaper of a nursery’s walls. Soft pastel bunnies melted into sulfuric amalgamations as the fire crept along the walls. Antique wooden toys crackled and burst into searing embers. Puffs of smoke billowed to the ceiling pooling into a stygian haze, as ash rained down onto the hardwood floor. Among the many wild flames, a single matchstick hovered in the air. Its bright red tip unexcited as wild flames danced around it. A murmur could be heard echoing through the collapsing walls. “Redo ad flamon, redo ad flamon, artos de flamon, redo ad flamon, mi alavok ad Uriel.” As the murmur grew to a shout, the levitating matchstick burst into a flame with a loud hiss. In an instant, the blaze around the matchstick was sucked into its tip, condensing down to a single flickering flame. A man snatched the matchstick and extinguished it with a flick of his wrist.?<br>
    “So, fire demons, eh? Nasty bunch, they are.” <br>
    “Is there anything you can do about the damage? It is... Rather… Extensive.”<br>
    “Oi, I’m not a bloody interior decorator, choice? I can deal with the demons, but you’re goin’ to ‘ave to deal with the smoke damage yourself, mate.” The man knelt down to the ash-covered floor. He dragged his index finger through the soot constructing intricate occult sigils and symbols. “So who’d you royally piss off to get such a warm welcome?”<br>
    “How would I know? I didn’t even believe in demons, and ghosts, and faires a week ago! You’re the expert, Mr. Myerscough. Surely, you must have an idea of where these… What were they, you said? Fire demons, was it? Where they come from or what they want from me.” <br>
    “I do, and I don’t. Besides, Eddy, flattery won’t get me to cast a clean-up spell. In any case, these oughta keep ‘ya safe. Don’t bloody touch them.” The lanky man got up and wiped his finger across his pants. “Now then, Edmund, a tour of the grounds?” Without waiting for a response, the man had already begun to leave the sordid seared scene.<br>
    “Wait… Clean-up spell…? So there is a way!” Edmund rushed after him, pleading to fix the damages done to his antique estate.<br>
    Jericho Myerscough was anything but altruistic. Granted, he could fix the damage to the house. He might even consider the prospect if a large enough sum of money was involved. Although, the less he needed to use his powers, the better. Each spell, each incantation, each sigil, even the slightest form of divination, came at a steep cost—a cost that could not be repaid by any sum of money. Jericho is what many would call a Warlock. He did not study ancient texts for years to gain his powers. He was not born with them, and they were not his birthright to have. To achieve his skills, he made a deal with a higher being. Most Warlocks choose to venerate high or elder demons. A simple exchange of powers while alive and service to be rendered upon death. Jericho was unusual, only in this regard. He venerated a different type of master—a master who did not want his service in the Otherside but instead demanded it in life.</span>
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<h1>Part 2 - “Think paranormal police”</h1>
<h2>Summary of Receipt</h2>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Summary</span>
<h2>Transcript</h2>
<span>    "So this manor of yours is a right creeper, innit?" Jericho laughed as he took in the eerie atmosphere of the Ipswich abode.
    "It has been in my family for generations. With my mother's recent passing I inherited the estate-"<br>
    "Oi, and all its bloody skeletons it seems, eh?"<br>
    "So it would seem. Now I am paying you a reasonable sum of money, could you, at the very least, tell me about these fire demons?" Edmund wrung his hands together as he followed Jericho throughout the large sweeping corridors.<br>
    "Right, right, you've got Lampads, choice?"<br>
    "Lampads?"<br>
    "Nasty little nymphies they are. Hail from-" Jericho stopped in his tracks and whipped out a small leather-bound journal. He flicked through the pages with manic zeal before shutting the book and returning it to his jacket pocket. "Hails from the Amaymon region. Think of it like the pits 'ov hell, right? These little birdies carry the flames of Asmodeus the, Demon Prince of Lust. So you most likely pissed off Mistress. Tommy Tit that sucks to be you mate. Well best 'ov luck with that-"<br>
    "Wait! You have to help me!" Edmund jolted forward to grab Jericho's coat. "Please, I have no one else to turn to."<br>
    "Knobbly knees, Eddy, just call up Iris. They're... more or less on the up and up, choice?"<br>
    "Iris?"<br>
    "Think paranormal police, they can get you sorted. Probably shuffle you away to a safer house than this, and your demon problems will be solved until you die." The blood in Edmund's face drained. "Come on, mate, you know everyone goes to hell when they die, right? Nothing to worry about-"<br>
    "No. It's not that. I can't leave this house." Edmund let out a deep sigh as he wrung his hands even harder. "I haven't told you everything. How about I get you a drink, and I'll start from the beginning?"<br>
    Jericho rolled his eyes and produced a small glass flask from his other coat pocket. A sparkling green liquid sloshed around inside it. "No worries, mate, I've got it covered. Come on, then, let's hear your weep and wail."</span>
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<h1>Part I - Dead Weight</h1>
<h2>Summary of Receipt</h2>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Summary</span>
<h2>Transcript</h2>
<span>The Calhoun Birthday Bash Massacre<br>
Part I - Dead Weight<br>
    Mr. Donaldson leaned forward. Sweat dripping from his bulbous flushed forehead onto his cheap laminate desk. "Tell me." His husky voice rasped. "Tell me why I called you in here." Situated across from him, a young seventeen-year-old girl stared back with cold intensity. Her heterochromatic icy-blue eye, searching for his weaknesses. She let a huff of air out from the side of her mouth to push away her self-dyed hair.<br>
    "Because I'm 'deadweight,' right?" She shot back, motionless. "That's what you said to Sally yesterday."<br>
    "I never said you were 'deadweight,' Melanie."<br>
    "Mel."<br>
    "Mel, whatever. I said to Sally that your shift was dead weight. We make no Tokens during A-Shift. So I need to shake things up." Mr. Donaldson said as he popped another stick of banana-flavored Y5 gum into his mouth. Y5 took the edge off of interdimensional displacement sickness—known to most people as "burn out." His jaw crinkled and popped as it attempted to accommodate his ever-increasing wad of gum. Yellow-tinted spittle streamed from his lips as he chewed with increasing desperation.<br>
Mel watched in ambivalent disgust as he gnawed on his gum. This wasn't the reaction she wanted. "It's only me on A-Shift. Ergo I'm the deadweight. It' s—whatever. I'm the worst, right? So how're you gonna 'shake things up'? Fire me? Kick me out?"<br>
    "You know I don't want to do that, Melani- Mel. Ever since your parents, well, you know—" Mr. Donaldson said between his messy smacks.<br>
    "Died in a horrible fire?"<br>
The words punched out from his chest. He bent over, spitting out the golf ball-sized wad into the waste bin. "Yeah, uh, that. Ever since—that, I've done all I can to keep you off the streets. But you keep making it so damn hard. I just want to help you, Mel."<br>
    "You want to feel like you didn't let my dad down. And, I mean, you did, didn’t you? I live in the break room of a crappy store in the Mall eating your leftover takeout."<br>
    "That's not—" His voice broke. This sadness is what Mel wanted. Pure agony. A moment of misery unmatched by Robert Donaldson's already pretty miserable life. Unbeknownst to Mr. Donaldson, Mel’s left iris slowly chilled over to match her icy right eye. You see, Mel needed to feed on others' negative emotions. In a sense, she could rip them from other people, leaving them numb and egoless—for a short time. Taking the negativity from someone gave Mel a few precious moments to once more feel things herself. The rush was akin to winning the lottery or finishing a graduate degree. It was unmatchable ecstasy that could be found nowhere else but in other's pain.<br>
    Mel O' Connolly is a half-demon. At some point during the Great Demon War, her family intermixed with—well—demons. The specific ancestor and tribe of demons was unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Most half-demons never bother with the specifics anyway. Half-demons are too busy facing constant burn-out on top of their otherworldly and strange powers. Mel was no exception. When her powers first appeared as a child it left her homeless, parentless, and looking rather freakish. Her right eye permanently morphed from a warm brown to chilling crisp blue. Although, other than her odd eye, Mel passed as a regular human. A rough around the edge human, but human nonetheless.<br>
    After a few moments of prolonged silence, Mel finally spoke up. "Sorry, I hit a nerve, huh?" She said in a refreshed chipper tone. "Well, don't you worry, Mr. Donaldson. I'll shape up!" Mr. Donaldson slouched in his chair as his gaze wandered into oblivion. "Well, if that's all you needed sir, I'll get back to the sales floor." As Mel got up to leave, Mr. Donaldson snatched her arm with an unreserved grip.<br>
    "Wait." He said in a cold and unusual demeanor. "You are dead weight, Mel." He relaxed his grasp on Mel's arm and sat back down.<br>
    "I—"<br>
    "You should know, this Mall—this Mall is alive, Mel. It demands Tokens. Tribute to the fallen Prince Mammon. We are but symbiotic parasites living off the back of this hellish beast. And you need to start paying your dues, Mel. Bleed the chattel who enter this unholy dominion dry. Feed the beast. Coins to the coffer. Talkers not walkers."<br>
    Mel let out an agreeable chuckle and nodded her head. "Alright, sir, I'll make you proud."<br>
    "Pride cometh before the fall, Mel. A fool needs pride. I need Tokens." Mr. Donaldson said in a chilling monotone voice. With that morbid reminder, Mel sealed Mr. Donaldson into his office letting him steep in his uninhibited madness.<br>
    Mel made her way to the sales floor of Bedlam ‘n Brimstone. A cramped little pawn shop in the corner of an old brick wall in the East End Mall. Its walls—covered in various demonic trinkets and kitsch. The air inside hung languid and heavy, saturated with dust and exotic incense. One wrong breath could cause a coughing fit for the ages. The only light in this outlandish outlet came from flickering faux candles dotted around the shelves. Their small paper flames swaying back and forth with mechanical imprecision. Dilapidated speakers played a soft occultic sounding jazz. Ominous chants mixed melodically with sporadic piano and thundering brass-band thuds. A strange store indeed, for only the strangest of customers.<br>
    Mel leaned against the front counter and, without a second of hesitation, pulled out her phone. She tapped away at its small clicky keys, pulling up various news articles. "Children's Orphanage in the Lower Dive Receives a Big Grant!" "Man Wins BIG in Fortune's Lot!" "Can You Believe This Puppy?!" She poured over every feel-good story she could read as she surfed her temporary happy-high. She let each fluffy word wash over her like warm waves tempting her to dive deeper. To finally fully submerge herself into the ocean of emotions that everyone else felt in their day-to-day lives. The store's door sensor let out a high-pitched demon scream in two tones. Most people jump at this poor attempt at a joke, but Mel only rolled her eyes and stashed her phone back into her pocket. Two girls, one tall and one noticeably short, made their way into the cramped store. Mel’s left eye slowly faded back to brown and the warm waves of joy receded. Once again she was alone on her dead and isolated beach.<br>
    "Hi. Welcome to Bedlam ‘n Brimstone. East End's most fiendish shop for all your Demonic and-or Hellish needs. Just, like, let me know if you need assistance or whatever." Mel said on-script. The two girls ignored Mel and darted into the nearest corner of the store. With an indifferent sigh, Mel peeled away from the counter to stalk this most unusual prey. These weren't the typical purveyors of demon trinkets. No, these were two bleach-blonde ditzy girls from the Sunnyvale Suburbs. A far cry from the pale, middle-aged men who would rub their greasy hands on anything and everything. Mel began adjusting merchandise as she crept closer to the two out of place girls. Each detached fidget, fuss, and fiddle brought Mel closer and closer to earshot.<br>
    "So like, why are we here again, Kimmy?" the shorter girl said in a hushed voice.<br>
    "Because, dingdong, Daddy asked me to." the taller girl shot back.<br>
    "He asked you to come to a creeptastic goth store? Like, as a punishment, or?" ‘Dingdong’ asked.<br>
    "No. Well, kinda. Like, Daddy wanted me to find some stuff for his party next week." The taller girl, 'Kimmy,' said as she scrutinized a box of shimmering hellfire glass.<br>
    "But, like, isn't your party tonight more important?"<br>
    "Yes. Well, no. I said we were going to the Mall to get outfits for tonight. He put 300 into my TCard on the sole condition that we pick up some weird old-fart stuff for him and his boys."<br>
    "His boys?"<br>
    "Yeah, the Kings-of-whatever. Daddy's weird friends from Parzival. The ones he hangs out with all the time in his study."<br>
    "Oh, those creepy old-farts. Gross."<br>
    "Does this look like an... umbral heart?" Kimmy said as she held a strange metal box in front of Becky.<br>
    "Uhm—no. That looks like Bloody Mary's music box. Ugh, why doesn't this store label anything?!"<br>
    Mel closed in, ready for the kill. "Sorry. I overhead a bit. You two are looking for, was it, umbral hearts? Yeah, we keep those in the back." Kimmy's eyes lit up. "Although, I'm not sure I'm even allowed to show them without my manager's permission." Mel stalled for a moment before pantomiming a concerned look behind her shoulder. "He's not here right now, so I could probably get them for you."<br>
    "Oh my, Morningstar! Really? Thank you so much!" Kimmy exclaimed as she let out a small excited hop.<br>
    Mel sauntered to the back of the store. After digging around for a few moments she settled on a box in the far back. The scribbled label on the box read ‘Shadowmen Eyes?’ Mel squinted as she rolled one of the inky black orbs in her palm. These could be umbral hearts. They’re black. They’re hearts shaped. Or sized, kinda. Do those two even know what a heart looks like? I mean, the question mark on the label is pretty open ended right? Rob must’ve mislabeled these. Mel thought to herself as she palmed the small sphere. She started to make her way back out to the store but first she stopped at Mr. Donaldson’s office. She rapped her knuckles against the door then belted out, “Hey Rob, how much are shadowmen eyes worth?”<br>
    “Point two T.” Mr. Donaldson shouted back from behind his door.<br>
    “Unrelated question, how much are umbral hearts worth?”<br>
    “We don’t have any in stock—”<br>
    “I said unrelated.”<br>
    “Sixty four T.”<br>
    “Thanks boss.” Mel shouted as she made her way back out to the sales floor. She threw a few more cautionary glances as she closed in on Kimmy. Mel leaned in close and said in an unnecessary hushed voice, “Okay, you can look. But I don’t think I can sell it to you. It’s not even supposed to leave the back without permission.” Mel let her fingers bloom revealing the prized piece of junk.<br>
“Wow…” Kimmy said with forced enthusiasm. “Look, I um, like really need that. Are you sure you can’t sell it to me? I’m willing to pay a bit extra.”<br>
    “Gosh…” Mel said with a reluctant tone as she curled her fingers back around the small orb. “I guess I could sell it to you. 100 Tokens. Even.”<br>
    “Okay!” Kimmy said as she whipped out her TCard. Mel snatched it from her and took it to the back counter. She rang up the sale and proceeded to wrap the worthless piece of Asmodian trash in the finest wrapping paper this side of the East End. With all the showmanship and grace Mel could muster she handed Kimmy the most valuable—as of a minute ago—item in the store. Kimmy let out a bright smile and thanked Mel before fluttering off to spend her remaining 200 Token surplus. Mel let out a mirthless chuckle as she closed out the sale watching her prey prance back into the dangerous marmoreal wilds of Mammon.<br>
    She then nonchalantly made her way back towards Mr. Donaldson’s office. Without even knocking she shouted through the closed door, “Hey Rob, I sold a 64 Talkers worth of junk. So… I’m taking the rest of the day off.” Mel cocked her ear towards the door. She heard a muffled sound, something between a gasp, a laugh, and a cough. “Thanks bud.” Mel said as she picked up her wallet and keys from her locker and made her way out into the labyrinthian Mall.</span>
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<h1>Part II - Matchstick</h1>
<h2>Summary of Receipt</h2>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Summary</span>
<h2>Transcript</h2>
<span>The Calhoun Birthday Bash Massacre<br>
Part II - Matchstick<br>
    The East End Mall, so named because it consumes up-to 80% of the East End district, is indeed a strange place. It was built only twelve years ago in 2097 and back then it had only three stores. Legend has it no one really knows which three stores they were or are to this day. In 2103 the Mall expanded, despite low sales and foot traffic. See, the East End district was more-or-less a historic district back in the day. Veterans of the Demon Wars, fading stars from old Hollywood in the Shining Coast, and eccentric demonologists called it their home. By all accounts, it would have been smarter to build the mall on the West End of Dive, somewhere in Upper Dive or Sunnyvale, perhaps. But no, this strange little Mall kept expanding. By 2106 the Mall had grown so large and pervasive that the residential areas and the Cathedral of the Final Testament of Jesus Christ in the East End petitioned the Dive City Board to break up the district. The motion was agreeable to stockholders and thus East End was fractured into East End and the newly formed and protected historic district of Eltersin, which unoriginally just means East End in demon. All that was really left in the old East End were a few low-rent apartments and the ever-present, ever-open, ever-expanding East End Mall. Mel just happened to work there.<br>
    Mel made her way through the polished marble corridors. Natural light from the massive glass ceiling crept through the Mall, casting odd shadows as the scant August clouds lazed above. The air reeked of sterility, summer, and the vague sense of a food court somewhere. Mel had never seen the food court but had heard rumors of it. One day she might even treat herself to some overpriced deep-fried mall food to celebrate its discovery. The Mall was quiet at this hour. Most people were either still at work or just getting out of school. But the silence of the Mall was broken with the all too familiar sound of gunfire.<br>
    Oh, come on. Really? Mel thought to herself as she dug for her small headphones from her oversized hoodie pocket. She slid the tiny foam covered discs over her ears and cranked the volume up on her tunes. Despite this, Mel could still make out the faint sound of continued gunfire and commotion. She glanced around, searching for the source of her disturbance.<br>
    Figures. Mel made out four figures engaged in combat. On one side, a spunky girl dressed in bright pink and blue neons. Her hair was tied in two pigtails, her smile twisted and gleaming, and her eyes hungered for chaos. In her grip was an impressively large machine gun, which she fired with reckless abandon. With each recoil, the spritish girl bounced up and down with growing enthusiasm. It was hard to see from this distance, but Mel could swear she had more ammunition and weapons tucked away in her cutesy school backpack—as if the machine gun might be insufficient. At her side was a humongous towering visage of a half-man half-ape creature. In his grip, a sack full of some plundered loot, perhaps some stolen TCards.<br>
    The other side of the conflict was more recognizable to Mel. It was Coven the Sorceress and… Plant—Plant Girl? Well, maybe not that recognizable, but it was clear they were both Good Guys. Good Guys fighting Bad Guys. Causing unnecessary property damage, injuries, chaos, and noise pollution. This is what you get when more than a quarter of the population has some kind of demonic power, a bunch of outcasts who like to play dress up and smack each other around. Some claim it is for the protection of safety and order. Others claim freedom.<br>
    Mel continued her stroll through the Mall, trying her best to go around the costumed adults. The whole concept of dressing up and picking a side was so infantile to Mel. She glanced back over her shoulder once more. Coven was now floating six feet in the air as her indigo energy tendrils attempted to apprehend the trigger-happy girl and her monstrous mammal accomplice. With his free hand, the Apeman smashed through her magic and sent Coven tumbling. The plant girl, Alchemilla, called forth walls of bramble and briar as fast as the gun-toting Bangboozle could mow them down. As she meandered by, Mel flipped the whole lot of them off. Mel’s feelings had nothing to do with power envy.<br>
    Flash! Bang! Mel stumbled back, her headphones now shattered on the ground, and her ears ringing. Ugh, stupid—<br>
    “What are you doing here?!” A wispy nasal voice barked at Mel.<br>
    “I work here. What are you clowns doing here?”<br>
    “You need to get out now! It is not safe here.” Coven commanded, hovering closer to Mel.<br>
    “Who’s fault is that?”<br>
    Coven gritted her teeth and let out a sharp, frustrated hiss. “Who’s fault?! Who do you think! Agh—some of you are hardly worth saving. Ca suffit.” Coven said as she enveloped Mel in a magical barrier and flung her towards the exit.<br>
    As Mel soared away from the conflict, she felt something. This wasn’t her normal emotional absorption. This was something new—a new feeling—anger mixed with adrenaline, which bubbled behind her bright sky blue eyes. Mel let out this rush of emotion with a short exhalation met with a burst of dazzling blue flames shattering Coven’s protective spell. Mel skidded across the marble floor as she fell mear inches from the back exit of the Mall. Dazed, she looked at her hands, which were draped in the same blue fire. As the rush of emotion faded, so too did the flames. What—what was that?<br>
    Stumbling out of the Mall, Mel ducked behind a nearby dumpster. The thick muggy August air billowed the rancid smell of trash into Mel’s nose. Her face instinctively scrunched up as her stomach threatened to turn over. She yanked her shirt over her nose, attempting to filter out the stench but to no avail. Mel turned her palms out towards the dumpster and began to focus. She scraped every last lingering feeling she could and, with another sharp exhale, released a blanket of blue fire onto the Mall dumpster. These flames were even shorter-lived than the last as Mel toppled over with a sudden profound sense of nausea, dread, and paranoia. Her vision doubled, then tripled, then burst open with a thousand dancing stars. Her entire body shuddered as her face became covered in a cold sweat. Among all the pleasantries of burn-out, Mel was also treated to the lovely aroma of now burning trash. Bad idea. Bad idea. Gonna die. Bad idea.<br>
    Mel shuffled her hands around her hoodie pocket. She was searching for anything that could ease this burn out bout. At last, her fingertips felt the calming metallic presence of a single stick of Y5 Gum. Wasting no time, Mel shoved the gum—wrapper and all—into her mouth. She winced as the foil wrapper flirted with her fillings. The vague banana taste was overpowered by the sharp metal notes, but the gum worked all the same. As her vision began clearing up and her body temperature leveled, Mel spat the metal and rubber wad onto the alley pavement. Mel trembled to her feet, high-fiving the gritty cement wall for support. During her burn-out, Mel was unaware of how eager the trash was to burn, its flames now licking fifteen feet up the side of the Mall. Pretty sure I saw Coven set that fire. Mel thought to herself as she limped from the scene.<br>
    Mel made her way through the East End’s shady back streets, she pulled out her phone and began texting one of the privileged few in her address book. She sent out a simple message to a contact labeled ‘Colly’; it read, “hey do you have a sec? something strange just happened at work. thx.”<br>
    Silence. Mel opened and closed her messaging program. She dragged her fingertips across the squishy plastic keypad on the bottom half of her flip phone, and with each circuit, she’d reopen the app—nothing. She began flipping the phone open with a sigh just to close it with a sharp clack seconds later. After tiring of fidgeting with her phone, Mel dug around her pockets for something more substantial to look at. All she could find was a small matchbox from the Fortune’s Lot district. She tore off one of the matches and rolled it with her fingers. What’s taking Colly so long? She always texts right back. Maybe I should— Mel reopened her contacts and keyed down to ‘Rob’. Placing the matchstick between her teeth, she started her message the same way. Mid-sentence, her phone vibrated with a dull rattle.<br>
    “heyy srry 4 the l8 txt--keepin busy lmaooo whats up buttercup?” Colly responded.<br>
    Mel tapped her thumb against the back key and switched over to Colly’s message. “i think i have powers?” Mel sent back.<br>
    “yeahh i kno like the sad sucking thing right?”<br>
    Mel grinded her teeth against the matchstick. “no like new powers. like fire powers.”<br>
    “woaah howd u find out?”<br>
    “i sucked out someones anger and they just kinda shot out of my hands.”<br>
    “o thats crazy dude. r u gonna use em?”<br>
    “use them?” Mel texted back as she slid the matchstick from one side of her mouth to the other. ver. Tha “yeahhh u kno like dress up and burn some beeyeetchzzz... could be fun lmao!!”<br>
    “hm. maybe. im not sure how they work yet so that could be bad.”<br>
    “being bad is half the fun silly! worst case say u didnt kno u had powers and cheese it lol.” Colly sent another text immediately after, “hey luv u got2go let me know if u end up getting bbq tonight lol get it? <3”<br>
    Mel snapped her phone shut. I could try my powers out on something that isn’t trash-related, I guess. But I don’t want to hurt random people either. Mel plopped down on the cracked sidewalk and pulled out her phone. She let her eyes dance over the text conversation. Unsatisfied, she once again pulled up Rob’s number and stared at the blank text. What could I even say to him? ‘Hey, looks like I have powers, what should I do?’ That’s stupid. He’d probably say something about being responsible or using my powers to drum up business. Business... —Huh. Mel took the matchstick from her mouth and gazed into its little red tip. Her mind raced to sinister arsonistic thoughts.<br>
    36 Tokens in a day isn’t bad, but it won’t last foret Kimmy girl from the store today—she’s having a birthday party in Sunnyvale tonight, right? She’s not random, and she’s got more money than common sense. If I crashed her party, then caused a big scene, I’m sure she’d get mad. Mad enough that I could light it up. All it’d take is a little friction. Mel scraped the matchstick against the pavement as it hissed to life. A simple smash and grab. The glow of the flame flickered against her face. Well, smash, burn, and then grab. Huh—That really is an idea, Colly. Mel flicked the matchstick aside letting it smolder out as she typed in her phone’s search engine ‘Kimmy Sunnyvale Party.’</span>
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<h1>Part III - Pride</h1>
<h2>Summary of Receipt</h2>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Summary</span>
<h2>Transcript</h2>
<span>The Calhoun Birthday Bash Massacre<br>
Part III - Pride<br>
    Mel flicked open a small compact and began applying thick dark makeup to obscure her face. The inky liquid eyeliner trickled down her cheeks giving the appearance of a prom night gone wrong. She was standing off to the side covered by shadows and manicured hedges. She watched the flouncy and frivolous guests funnel into the glistening Calhoun Manner like a vulture waiting to feast. Her plan was not well thought out. Her disguise was half-hearted at best and half-assed at worst. But this was her moment, her time to shine, her chance to prove that she was a force to be reckoned with. The fires which set her life ablaze could spread at last and burn those who deserved it for once. This night would be remembered not as a sweet sixteen, but a bloody burning birthday bash massacre.<br>
    The last few stragglers drifted through the gilded gate, making their way into the vibrant party. Following them like an errant shadow, Mel slipped past the gate and into the dazzling summer glow of bright lights and energetic music. Mel clung to the damask walls keeping a low profile as she searched for a quick hit. Her eyes landed on a dimmed corridor tucked away behind the kitchen, where a gaggle of Sunnyvale teens was chatting away. Perfect.<br>
    Mel ducked and weaved through the spirited crowd until she was just outside of their social bubble. Showtime. Mel began welling up alligator tears as she hastened her breath and tucked her face into her palm. She wobbled and shuddered as she tried to calm her ersatz erratic breathing and muffled sobs of simulated sadness.<br>
    "Oh my goodness, are you okay?" One of the guys broke from the cluster and approached Mel. "Hey, what's wrong? It's a party!"<br>
    "I—I—I can't believe he would— I'm so sorry— I just—" Mel broke down and began sobbing harder, buying as much time as she could.<br>
    "Is there anything we can do?" One voice from the small group piped up.<br>
    "Yeah, do you need us to get someone?"<br>
    "Want some fresh air?"<br>
    "N—no. I'll—I'll be okay. It's just—my daddy decided to cancel 'Love Beyond Stars.' He just texted me, like a minute ago. This is gonna be the final season, and—and I don't think Jakob and Stefan will get together." Quick on her feet, Mel decided she was now the daughter of Robert Walzark, head of programming at Channel 236, home of "Love Beyond Stars" the most "it" dating reality show since "Heart Mongers of Wharf's Edge." Love Beyond Stars was unequivocally a more popular show but a less exciting premise.<br>
    The teens were shell shocked. How could this happen? How could this happen to them? How could this happen to Jakob and Stefan? How could this happen to them? Dating reality shows often invoke unnaturally strong emotions, especially in teens. And this misery? This was the real deal. Mel took in a slow gluttonous breath as she soaked in their sadness. Her brown eye frosted over as her endorphins exploded like fireworks.<br>
    "Does it even matter if Jakob and Stefan get together? It's all scripted anyway. Do or don't, they probably don't even like each other outside of filming. Do you think, outside of filming, God feels the same way about us?" One of the girls said, holding Mel's shoulder as the other teens slumped to the ground.<br>
    "Wow. That's bleak, even for me. Thanks for the pick-me-up guys." Mel said with a smarmy wink. The tide of happiness returned, but this was a high tide of pure liquid courage. Mel strutted to the center of the party, shoving people aside with a twisted beaming grin. "A-hem, 'scuse me, everyone!" Mel shouted in a voice that silenced the entire room. "Here's the deal. This party sucks. Kimmy sucks. And this party is so Lower Dive I feel like I'm getting a rash. Let's blow this Freakshow!"<br>
    "Excuse me?!" Kimmy screeched in bewildered disbelief.<br>
    "Oh, there's the birthday girl! 'Member me?" Mel said with a smile.<br>
    "N-wait, you were the salesgirl at the Mall today, right?"<br>
    "Oh. My. Morningstar! She does have a brain! And here I thought she didn't know she wasted 100 Tokens on a worthless point-two piece of junk. So, guess you still need to find a heart after all, huh?"<br>
    Realizing what was happening and had happened, Kimmy froze. The color in her face drained, and her features turned to stone. The only movement left in her body was harsh boiling breathing that pulsed from her abdomen to her bared teeth. Her knuckles frosted like a winter window as her clenched fists rattled with violent kinetic energy. She opened her mouth, but no words escaped at first, just a primordial screech of pain, fear, anger, and adrenaline. Finally, she managed a hoarse and cathartic, "Out! Now!"<br>
    "But Kimmy! The party just started." Mel took it all in, stoking her inner fire. "By now, your rich dip friends should know the drill. TCards on the floor, unlocked, and sent my way." Mel said in a sarcastically polite tone. The stunned partygoers looked at each other in confusion as they whispered among themselves. "Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't clear enough." Mel thrust her fists towards the floor, sending out two massive bolts of turquoise flames. The animated blaze stuck to her wick-like hands as she raised them again pointed towards the crowd. A handful of TCards slid across the singed hardwood floor, bumping into Mel's worn-out sneakers with no further misunderstanding. "Well? Where's the rest?"<br>
    Kimmy, through bitter tears, choked out, "Are you really that ignorant? This is a Sunnyvale party, not some club in Fortune's Lot! No one brings cash to a party! Do you know how gauche that would be? You got your lunch money, now get out—"<br>
    "Yeah, I'm not a high school bully. This-" Mel kicked the few TCards around with her feet. "This won't cut it. Everyone out except the birthday girl." The assortment of upper-class teens did not have to be told twice. They could tell when a party was over. As they scampered off into the night, Mel knew her time was ticking to feed the beast. "Come on, Kimmy, let's go ask 'Daddy' for some walking around Tokens." Mel closed in shaping her crystal blue flames into a dagger tucked under Kimmy's chin.<br>
    Kimmy, in her silent fury, shot her eyes towards the grand spiral staircase behind them. The hostage and captor climbed the swirling stairs up to the second floor of Calhoun Manor. There was a distinct lack of party decorations or dust; it was picturesque. Not a single woven Esterskaldian carpet misaligned. The flowers dared not wilt or droop from their elegant Infernal vases. Tapestries from Morningstar and Mayda adorned the spotless walls. Even though Mel spent most of her day surrounded by this kind of stuff, it sent a chill down her spine to see it in this setting.<br>
    "The last door at the end of the hall," Kimmy said in a hushed reluctant whisper.<br>
    The two crept towards the imposing final door at the end of the hall. Mel could sense the tension Kimmy felt as she neared her father's forbidden Eden. Mel leaned in, whispering in Kimmy's ear, "Open the door, slowly." Kimmy's hand reached out towards the brass knob but stalled with hesitation. Mel tightened her grip, amplifying the flames held to Kimmy's neck. The heat made her wince in pain as she let out a nervous gasp as she opened the study door.<br>
    "Kimberly, what is the meaning of this?" Mr. Calhoun inquired from behind his massive desk. Kimmy let out a small whimper as she motioned to her assailant. With a roll of his eyes, Mr. Calhoun put down his book. With the aid of his cane, he rose to his feet and approached the hostage situation. "What is this?" He said, jabbing his cane in circles around the girls. Before Mel had a chance to answer, she was interrupted by an exasperated sigh. "Well, then? Who do you work for? 55? Bad Guys? Good Guys? The League? The Last Cafe? The Dark? Don't tell me Shaka has resorted to assassins. Come now, I don't have all night. Out with it."<br>
    Mel was put off guard as she lowered her hand from Kimmy's neck. "I don't work for anyone. I want 1000 Tokens on an unlocked untraceable TCard."<br>
    "Money? You did this all for money? What a waste." Mr. Calhoun said as he turned away from Mel and Kimmy.<br>
    Agitated, Mel thrust her hand back up to Kimmy's neck. Her emotions were running low, and her time was running out. "1000 Tokens or I burn Kimmy to a crisp."<br>
    What felt like hours of tense silence followed, but it took Mr. Calhoun less than a second to respond. "Let her burn."<br>
    Kimmy's eyes widened, pleading with Mel not to pull the trigger. All Mel felt was the sudden overwhelming surge of Kimmy's fear and adrenaline. A rogue wave of the purest agony, betrayal, dread, and panic slammed against Mel. She tried to lower her hand, but it was too late. The emotions were already coursing through her system at full speed. A torrent of bright blue fire burst from her hand, engulfing Kimmy. Her agonizing screams morphed into sharp ringing echoes as Mel's control abandoned her body, and she collapsed to the floor. Mel's face flushed a sick unnatural hue as her the room began to spin in four different directions. Her entire body was stabbed by phantom screams, which grew louder and louder inside Mel's head. The only sound that cut through the overstimulated cacophony of cries was the voice of Mr. Calhoun.<br>
    "Burnt out? From that? Pathetic." Mel saw Mr. Calhoun's face floating in front of hers. His eyes focused only on Mel, examining and analyzing her as his daughter's body burned in the background. His face vanished, but Mel could hear a tape recorder's distinctive click as Mr. Calhoun continued scrutinizing her. "Subject, adolescent female. Morningstar blood, most likely high, not pure. Empathic manipulation presenting in fear conversion to animated fire. Lack of control can be induced by overwhelming emotions. Prone to burn out from mild use of powers."<br>
    "Sad?" Mel sputtered out.<br>
    Click. "Hm? Did you say something?"<br>
    "Angry?"<br>
    "Huh? Oh, me? No. You won't be leeching any of my emotions out. My daughter was a failure, the smoke damage is negligible, and I think you'll make a great addition to our family, Saturnine. Now, let's get you taken care of before the police arrive."<br>
    Mel tried her best to fight, but her body rejected her commands. I need to— I need to do something. Fast. If he let that happen to his last daughter, I don't think I want to be his new one. Mel tried to sit up but could barely manage to roll over. He's not sad. He's not mad. Ugh, this asshole is nothing but smug. Wait. Smug. He said my powers were from Morningstar? Pride… Mel steadied her breath as she tried to feel his pride. She felt a warm glow, like a ray of sunlight breaking through her overcast beach. That had to be it. Mel focused on that beam of warmth, letting it grow until it overtook the stormy clouds that hung over her. Her eyes brightened with a soft sapphire glow as the beam of pride lifted her towards the warm blue sky.<br>
    Mel raised her head to get one last clear look at Mr. Calhoun before gambling on her new power. "Pride comes before the fall, Mr. Calhoun," Mel said with unfounded confidence. She let out her stored emotion feeling the warm pride spread from her chest to her shoulder blades. In a stunning iridescent light, two fiery blue wings burst from her back. Wasting no time to mess this up, Mel sprung to her feet and launched herself through Mr. Calhoun's roof and into the brisk night sky.<br>
    Click. "Saturnine can also convert pride into flight. Conversion of all seven modal emotions is theorized." Click. "That damage is less negligible…" Mr. Calhoun said as he surveyed his ruptured roof. He sat in his chair with folded hands, waiting for the police to arrive.<br>
    Mel soared above the manor in a brief exhilarating moment of Icarian delight. Then her familiar clouds returned, and her blazing wings dwindled away into the evening wind. Mel then enjoyed the brief exhilarating moment of an Icarian collapse. Mel crashed into one of the many pristine hedges just outside of the manor's gate. She took a moment to survey her damage and found that she was in one bruised and scraped piece. The soft sound of sirens wailed in the distance.<br>
    "So that didn't go great." A heavyset man in his early thirties said, looking at Mel. He, too, was crouched in the hedges, his face partially obscured by a silky black domino mask.<br>
    "Who the hell are you supposed to be?" Mel said, raising her fist, ready to strike.<br>
    "Woah! Woah! Not a cop." The husky man said, recoiling a bit. "No need for violence! I just wanted to make sure you're okay. That was a wicked nasty fall." Mel returned only a cold, judgemental stare. "Sorry, I'm the Phantom Lane." He said, extending his hand. "But you can just call me the Phantom."<br>
    Mel crossed her arms. "Yeah, I'm not calling you that."<br>
    "Fine. Edgar. You can just call me Edgar." The sound of distant sirens grew louder. "Doesn't look like this is a great place to talk. I can get us out of here. If you want."<br>
    "What do you want from me?"<br>
    "Why do you think I want—no, you're right. Look, I need some people and places set on fire. I get you out of here, you spark it up, I pay you. Deal?"<br>
    The sirens grew louder as Mel’s emotions hushed. "Yeah, whatever. So how are we—?”<br>
    Edgar waved his still outstretched hand beckoning Mel to grab it. As she squeezed his hand, Edgar began speaking in a voice that was not entirely his own, "Dare to venture past your mortal coil and leave this Earthly plane? If you do, you might just find yourself lost upon the dreary Phantom Lane!" And with that, the two evaporated in thin air.</span>
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<h1>The Morningstar</h1>
<h2>Summary of Receipt</h2>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Summary</span>
<h2>Transcript</h2>
<span><u>The Morningstar</u><br>
<i>“Legend has it those who carry the Seal of Lucifer, a figure-eight encased within a triangle, will always find protection in the warmth of the brightest day in our darkest hour.”</i>

<u>Geography</u><br>
The highest plane of the Otherside, Morningstar, is a realm blanketed in an ever-present luminescence. Although illogical, some claim that Morningstar touches borders with the Topside. It is also possible that Lucifer, the Morningstar's simulacrum, found a way to let light seep in from the Topside. Or, perhaps, the light in the Morningstar comes from the other side of the Flipside's sun. The dark side of the Flipside's moon illuminates the Necropolis, so indeed, we can say the same for the Morningstar. Whatever the case, the light from Morningstar radiates throughout the lower five planes of the Otherside while bending around the Ourobouros where no light can enter. Occasionally light from the Morningstar will even leak into the Flipside. This excess light causes a phenomenon known commonly as "light orbs," not to be confused with the optical illusion of "backscatter."

Morningstar is a relatively flat plane with sprawling fields of golden crops and luscious laurel trees. Dotted around Morningstar's domain are gilded marble structures that imitate the Topside's likeness invoking angelic imagery with subtle demonic twists. The most well-known construct of the Morningstar is the House of Heavens, a mythical meeting ground seen only by Lucifer and those closest to her. Only two members of CaD have seen the House of Heavens, those being Manager 0 and Employee 17. Both, annoyingly, have remained tight-lipped on the House of Heavens' exact appearance but have suggested it can move around to where it is most needed. Manager 0 has even hinted it can manifest Flipside under the proper circumstances.

The Cryptids and Demons who call the Morningstar their home reside in the shimmering city of Aurora. It is the third-largest non-hostile dwelling found in the Otherside, after the Hollows and the Necropolis, respectively. Aurora resembles ancient Mesopotamian cities with modern neo-futuristic architecture typical of the Otherside. The ziggurats and skyscrapers are mostly made from pristine white marble with the odd brass, platinum, or golden exterior or flourish. While Morningstar's light is pure white or a soft golden hue, Aurora's neon lights are a sharp cyan.

Many non-native Cryptids and Demons find Morningstar mostly uninhabitable due to the blinding light and burning heat. Specific protective sigils can mitigate the Morningstar's scorching temperatures and dazzling luster, although they are considered complex even by Demon-standards. Legend has it those who carry the Seal of Lucifer, a figure-eight encased within a triangle, will always find protection in the warmth of the brightest day in our darkest hour. It is unclear if carrying a Seal of Lucifer would forever grant safe passage through the Morningstar or only when "the darkest hours" are at hand. Still, due to the Cafe and Diner's history with Lucifer, we have many workarounds to survive the Morningstar's hostile climate.

<u>History</u><br>
Lucifer once lived in the Topside along with Bird and His angels and agents of the world. When Bird found out Lucifer was the youngest child of Eve and the Devil, Lucifer was cast from the Topside forever forsaken to reside in the Otherside. The banishing of Lucifer had many side effects. Still, the most tangible side effects were creating the Morningstar and Lucifer's Key to the Gates of Hell, Vainglory. Initially, there were only six Keys to the Gates of Hell guarded by the six bastard children of Eve in the six planes of Hell, otherwise known as the "Mark of the Beast" or the 666. However, because Lucifer was a child of the Devil and Eve, Lucifer had a blood-right to guard the Gates of Hell. It's unclear whether Bird knew this before or after casting out Lucifer—Although such an action did act as a permanent tie-breaker between the Princes in His favor, with Lucifer typically negating the malevolence of Mammon, Satan, and Asmodeus.

Morningstar was the final plane of the Otherside to come into creation as Lucifer pulled at the Topside when she fell. It lies in the alt-space above the Infernus and below the Flipside. For many years the Morningstar remained uninhabited save for Lucifer herself. However, one day a mysterious soul of pure light was born in the waves of radiant light. Then another, and another. It seemed that souls who did not pass on from the Topside but held a special or unique virtue would be reborn into the Morningstar. Aurora acts like a quasi-heaven in the semblance of the Abrahamic concept. During the Soul Accord between the Princes, Lucifer would continue to keep "virtuous" souls in the Morningstar so long as every 777 years she would send tributes to her siblings. The most Chaste soul to Asmodeus, the most Temperante soul to Beezelbub, the most Charitable soul to Mammon, the most Diligant soul to Belphegor, the most Patient soul to Satan, and the most Compassionate soul to Levithan. As for the most Humble soul, Lucifer would sacrifice them at the Altar Between to keep the light of the Morningstar aglow.

Morningstar has been a relatively peaceful plane of the Otherside with few conflicts between it and the Flipside to report. Of course, there was the "Halloween Incident" of 2019, but I'll leave that to its report.

<u>Inhabitants & Rulers</u><br>
The previous ruler of the Morningstar was its simulacrum, Lucifer, the Demon Prince of Pride. However, since her death at the hands of Rev. Masoch, the Hon. Paul O. Nightmyrs has taken charge of her place. Before Nightmyrs ascension to the regent, Morningstar was temporarily under the rule of the Demon Prince of Greed, Mammon. Of course, it was a ploy to control all Seven Planes of the Otherside alongside Belphegor—we stopped their treacherous plan in August of 2020.

The Morningstar inhabitants include such customers as Mr. Pedro, Mr. Min, Mr. Trigano, Mrs. Shiels, and Mrs. Berkeley. They are Cryptids and Demons of a unique caliber in that they are mainly harmless and can even prove helpful, such as Mr. Min or Mr. Trigano. That isn't to say there aren't rough customers from Morningstar. Take, for example, Mrs. Shiels, an occasional patron of our establishment. A common theme among Morningstarian Cryptids and Demons is their light blue and white coloration and heavy association with light and "angelic" qualities. Most Morningstar Cryptids and Demons remain unknown to us, as they usually aren't a problem and often don't come to the Flipside.

<u>Sigil of Morningstar</u><br>
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