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The inspiration for this what if.

Goku & Chi-Chi are ready now for the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament, meeting some friends and an old Rival of Master Roshi, the Crane School, Master Shen and his two Pupils, Chiaotzu and Tien Shinhan.

Chi-Chi replaced Panput/Pamput/Panputto whatever his name is, so she fights Goku in the first round, it’s a difficult fight for Goku as Chi-Chi is stronger than him so Goku use every trick he learn thus far, but Chi-Chi is keeping up though superior brute strength, until Goku out of desperation grabbed Chi-Chi’s monkey tail, causing her to lose all her power and Collapse.

Goku didn’t like winning his fight with Chi-Chi like this but it was the only way he could’ve won against the more powerful monkey girl, Chi-Chi didn’t learn how to counter this weakness as no one told her to work around this weakness before.

In canon, ghost of Grandpa Gohan took advantage of this weakness and told Goku to work on it so it never happens again but Mutaito defeated Chi-Chi in the conventional way without exploiting this weakness as he didn’t know Chi-Chi had one so Chi-Chi never fixed her weakness in this what if, but now she knows better.

Goku moves on to the second round where he fights Krillin, it’s a close fight between best friends but Goku still won, just took more effort than normal, Roshi, disguised as Jackie Chun, fought some Wolf-man then Tien Shinhan, during the fight Tien Shinhan goes through a change of heart, Tien break away from Master Shen’s dark path to become his own warrior.

In the final round it’s Goku vs Tien Shinhan! A much harder fight for Goku, twhose desperately tries everything he has, but it was still not enough for Goku to win and lost, making Tien Shinhan the winner of the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament!

In the after party, Goku asked Krillin to get his Dragon Ball, which he agreed, Although Tien managed to beat Goku in the final round he’s curious about the strength of Chi-Chi, the girl that only lost because of her tail weakness, wondering if he could’ve won against her, but before anyone get ready for dinner, a scream was heard!

Goku immediately rushes in only to find his best friend Krillin on the ground, dead.

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As said in the title, the western fantasy world has mana and a huge variety of magical methods. Chinese XianXia is cultivating Qi and enlightenment. Arabia has its genies and the Lesser Key of Solomon.

What are the indian supernatural counterparts to all these?

I did some research but all I came to was they have a similar form of spiritual energy to Qi and that's about it. Is there anyone who knows these?

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Okay, I have a story to tell. It’s a long one, so buckle up. Just bear in mind, though this story is true, most of it happened a long time ago. I’m going to try to write it down as best as I can remember. As I said, it took place a long time ago; remembering some events is like grasping at smoke in the wind, while some memories are sharp and vivid, etched in my mind as though they happened a few hours ago. I’ll try to piece it together to the best of my abilities. I’ll try my best not to use any names, I hope that will not make it too confusing.

When I was in high school—a long long time ago—I was head over heels for this one girl. We were friends. We had a class together for two years, and worked together running one of the after school clubs. The biggest problem was that I really didn’t belong there. I was too old. I had been in an accident, and was severely injured—almost died. I worked hard for years to get my life back, and when I could physically handle the day to day grind I returned to school. I wasn’t at 100%--I never will be (I had a damaged lung, breathing issues, and lost an arm in the accident). I re-started high school as a freshman at 18 years old. I met her when I was 19 at the beginning of my sophomore year. She was a junior at the time, and had just turned 16. Bear in mind, this is long before social media, smart phones, texting—none of that existed yet…I’m talking dawn of the internet—dial-up AOL pay by the minute access. Yes, I’m as old as dirt. Even for the time, I was old fashioned. I was also not in the best state of mind when it came to confidence with girls. Every other aspect of life, I was good to go, but when it came to dealing with the opposite sex…I was worried nobody would want someone as broken as me.

I couldn’t just ask her out, but I couldn’t ignore what I was feeling either, so I wrote her a note explaining what I was feeling and asking permission to pursue her. Yeah, I’m old, we’ve established that. Her response was more or less what I expected; she said she thought I was really cool, but she thought it would be a bad idea, and we should just be friends for several reasons: First, she was interested in someone else, and if he were to notice her she wouldn’t want to hurt me because I was such a nice guy. Second, her parents didn’t allow her to date. And third, even if her parents did let her date, they would never let her go out with someone so much older.

So, she gave me a solid no. I get it. I understood. I decided to back off and create some distance until what I was feeling could pass. I sat at a different table in class. I sat with a different group in the after school club we were both a part of. I tried to keep my distance from her. The faculty advisors of the club had other plans. They decided that our abilities complimented each other and put us in charge of the club. Now I had no choice but to directly interact with her. My mind was still in recovery mode, so quitting the club (or anything else for that matter) was not an option for me.

She and I were still friendly, so I bit my tongue, swallowed my feelings, and did the work. I sat with her in class, headed up the club meetings beside her, and worked head to head with her on all club business. By the end of December I was driving her home every day; I had my license, my own car, and a sweet handicapped parking spot right outside the school.

More than a few classmates took notice of the amount of time she and I were spending together. I was asked on more than one occasion if we were dating, or told that I should ask her out. My response was always that we were just friends. I even started using our age difference as an excuse. In fact, I used my age as a shield for any inquiries into who I might be interested in at school; playing what I called the ‘forbidden fruit’ card on several occasions. I tried going out with a few other girls my own age, but I just wasn’t feeling it. I knew it didn’t make sense, but I still only wanted to be with her, knowing I never would. So I just gave up and buried myself in work.

I was still trying to get myself back to where I was before I got hurt, even though I knew I’d never get there. I was into martial arts, kendo, and fencing; I was actually quite a good fighter at one point, so when the summer came, I threw myself back into training as much as I could. I still had difficulty breathing, but I was trying to build back my strength and stamina. Over the summer months I was either working or training, but no matter how busy I kept myself, I couldn’t keep my mind off of her, wondering where she was, what she was doing…daydreaming about spending time with her, then beating myself up, knowing that it was never going to happen. I kept telling myself to just get over it, with no luck.

When September rolled around I headed back to school, confident that I could just drop back into the daily routine of burying my feelings, wrapping myself in my stone-faced, icy exterior and working through the grind beside her. And that worked just fine for about the first 60 seconds after she walked into the room. I had to excuse myself, went to the bathroom and put cold water on my face just to regain my composure. I didn’t think seeing her again would hit me so hard, and I don’t think anyone noticed how close I was to falling apart. A few deep breaths later and I was ready to get back to business as usual.

That day, I met her younger sister, and drove them both home. Not long after that she volunteered me to drive another girl home as well. I didn’t really mind; I had been hurt walking home from school so just the idea of someone walking home gave me the shivers. The thing was, the sisters lived closer to the school than this third girl. It would have made more sense for me to drop them off before the third girl, but she insisted that this girl get dropped off first. She also insisted that this girl and her sister sit in the back seat while she rode shotgun. I didn’t really think about it at the time, but it does seem strange now that I’m thinking about it.

We were back in the groove of classes and after school club meetings; I was keeping myself focused and on task. I kept my feelings buried, nose to the grindstone, and focused on the task at hand. A few months into the school year the club’s first project was nearing completion. She and I stayed late, making copies in one of the office rooms, and nearing the end of the day’s work I noticed that she had a smudge of ink on her face. I laughed and pointed it out. She tried to wipe it off, but rubbed the wrong side of her face, so I pointed out the location of the smudge by reaching out with my hand. I didn’t quite touch her face, but I did seem to rattle something loose in my head.

All I had to do was take one step forward, put my hand behind her head, and draw her in for a kiss. Instead, I stepped back, excused myself, and quickly made my way to the nearest bathroom in search of some cold water to splash on my face. Five minutes, three handfuls of cold water, and several deep breaths later, I had regained my composure. I dried my face off, went back to the office, and took her home. That was a close call. I told myself I had to find a better way of controlling my emotions. And for a while, it worked.

After Christmas break we started ramping up the club’s second project, and I was determined to keep myself focused and under control. I did okay for a while, kept my composure, and got my work done. January was pretty uneventful, but February was hard. Valentine’s Day was brutal, and that was the day I finally broke. I decided I was done, that sometimes it was okay to give up and quit. At the next club meeting just before February vacation I chewed out most of the club members for some poor behavior, announced that I was quitting, and walked out. I told her that I would still help, but I wasn’t going to put myself through the club meetings anymore. That was a lie. I had no intention of going back to the club, and in fact had intended for the next day, Friday, to be my last day in school. I cut the class we shared because I didn’t want to face her. I also intended to turn in my books and leave early, stranding her and her sister without a ride home…dick move, I know, but I felt it was for the best.

My faculty advisor, the teacher whose class I had just blown off, tracked me down the next period in study hall and sat across the table from me. Mrs. L. informed me that I could not quit the club because, for me, it was part of her class, and if I quit the club she would have to fail me. She just about fell out of her chair when I told her she could go ahead and fail me, because I didn’t need the grade. Then I let her know one of my little secrets; my guidance counselor worked with the assistant principal to arrange a time during February vacation to take the GED exam. A $75 fee and an afternoon at a testing center in the next town over would get me my certificate. I wasn’t coming back.

Surprised, Mrs. L shook her head and sighed sadly. She told me that she understood that I was going through a difficult time, but that I’d gone through so much and I shouldn’t give up. Then she just about knocked me out of my chair; she said she could tell that I was always sure of myself, but not everyone was as confident in themselves. She said “you’ve got to give her more time, she’ll come ‘round”.

Wait, what? She laughed at me and told me that, though she was only a teacher, she was not blind or stupid. She said she could tell that there was a connection between me and this girl, that she had never seen two people more suited for one another, but this girl just wasn’t ready to accept it…but she would come around, and I needed to give her more time. Or, I could just walk away, and never know.

Mrs. L left me with a lot to think about. I stuck out the rest of the day, drove the sisters home, and headed off to think. Needless to say, that GED exam that I paid for went untaken, and after vacation I was back at school, back to the club, and back to my day to day grind. Mrs. L. let the club know that I was back under protest, because of her class. My plan to leave was never spoken of again until I just typed it out.

Not much changed over the next month, until one dreary day in March. Most of the underclassmen were on a field trip, and this girl and I were pretty much alone in Mrs. L.’s class. We were just sitting at our table talking about nothing of any consequence; until she looked down and started telling me about a guy she worked with. She told me that this guy was cool, but kinda different. As she went on describing this guy, her description seemed more and more familiar. Everything she told me about this guy could also apply to me. Then she said that she liked him, and he liked her, but he was older than her, so nothing could ever happen between them. Was she really talking about me? I have no idea…and at this point, I never will. That conversation has stayed etched in my mind for 30 years. Just typing out this paragraph pulls my heart up into my throat.

April popped up, and I walked into Mrs. L.’s class where I found this girl totally freaking out. She had forgotten her science project at home and her mom wasn’t home for the day. Without that project, her science grade would drop. Me being me, I volunteered to take her home to pick it up. Mrs. L. couldn’t give us permission to leave the school, but she said as far as she was concerned, she saw nothing, heard nothing, and knew nothing. This girl and I snuck out of the school to my car, and I took her home. When we got to her house she asked if I wanted to come in for a drink. I declined, telling her we should probably hurry back before we were missed. She went into the house to retrieve her work, taking what I felt was way too long to simply grab a project. As she climbed into my car she slipped, crashing into my shoulder. It would have been so easy for me to just lean in to her and kiss her, but I just sat back and tried to help her into her seat. I was able to get us back to the school just before class ended. She went to drop off her project in the science lab while I went to let Mrs. L. know we were back and our mission was accomplished. I picked up the book-bag I had left in Mrs. L.’s room and started walking toward study hall. Instead, I walked to the library and asked my media teacher if there was a quiet place where I could get some work done alone. He gave me a key to one of the empty media labs and told me to return it by the end of the day. That’s where I sat, in the dark, through my study period, lunch, and my next class. Breathing deeply, trying to meditate, center myself, whatever I could do to regain my composure, I found myself shaking in the darkness. After about an hour I was able to steady myself, calm down, and regain emotionless self-control. After I dropped the sisters off after school, I headed home and sat in my room until the next morning.

The rest of the month was difficult, April vacation serving as a cursed blessing; I was away from her for the entire week, but I was away from her for an entire week! No…not even a school vacation can be easy. As May crept up on me, Mrs. L.’s words “you’ve got to give her more time, she’ll come ‘round” started to weigh upon me. She was a senior, and would be graduating in the beginning of June. Time was running out. As much as they hurt, I wanted to hold on to those days as long as I could. And finally, time ran out. On her last day, when I dropped her off, I gave her a small gift, and said goodbye. For some reason, I was sure I’d never see her again. I went home and locked myself in my room. It was over. Time was up. She didn’t come ‘round. As much as it hurt knowing she was gone, I felt as though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I wouldn’t have to mask my feelings with her anymore. There would be no one to shake my self-control. There would be no more daily torment. I was free from my daily agony.

My peace lasted all but a week. She turned up at school with the club’s final project for the year. She showed up to pick up her sister. Like a bad penny, she kept showing up, and every time I just wanted to hug her, hold her close, and never let her go. When summer finally came I found my numbing relief, as I was away for much of the break. This time, I knew it was over. If I could put the memory of her out of my mind, I knew I could find some kind of peace.

A few weeks away helped me get my head right. I was solidly in control. I had, over the last few years, regained much of my strength. And now I finally had my self-control back. Now, nothing could shake me. Nothing could distract me. She was gone, my heart was dead, and I was good to go. Until…

It was early. I’d just gotten out of the shower and gotten dressed when my phone rang. It was her. She called to ask if I’d still be able to give her sister a ride home from school; something I had already agreed to do. She told me it was her 18th birthday. She was finally free of her parents’ rules. She told me about her college in the city, about her new dorm, and about how her school would allow her to have guests stay with her. She was excited that she was finally living by her own rules. I wanted to cry. I didn’t know what she wanted me to say. I didn’t know what she wanted me to do. She’d earlier told me she thought my pursuing her was a bad idea. She’d said that nothing could ever happen because of our age difference. She’d given me a solid no…twice. After 45 minutes on the phone my mind short-circuited. I couldn’t breathe. A tear ran down my cheek as I told her I was sorry, I’d love to talk more, but I had to go to work. I didn’t really have to go anywhere, but I didn’t want to be on the phone with her and have an emotional breakdown. I prided myself on being unemotional, and I was about to fail. I spent the rest of the day fighting tears, wondering what that whole conversation was all about. Was it just mundane chit chat, or was there more to it? Was there something she wanted me to say, or was she oblivious to how I felt? I’ll never know.

Over the next few months I’d hear from her every once in a while, a random phone call, a message sent with her sister, but contact was limited, and I was able to stay composed through the days and weeks without her presence. I began to feel as though she knew how I felt, and was just having fun tormenting me from a distance; or at least that was the impression I got from her sister. But distance seemed to help, because I could tell myself that I’d never see her again.

Then there she was. Half day of school, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, I walked into the northern wing of the school, and there she was, standing outside the English department office. I wanted to drop my bag, pick her up and never let her go. What I did was say hello with a quip about, after escaping this place, why would she come back? She said she was there to visit her old teachers. I told her that I’d like to talk, but I had to get to English class because I had a quiz to take, then I scurried away…happy to have seen her but dejected that she wasn’t there to see me. I failed that quiz, by the way. Couldn’t concentrate. After English was over I went to the wrong room for my next class. When the school day was done I got into my car, and a half hour later I looked up and had no idea where I was. I’d gotten lost on the way home. It all just seemed so wrong.

We shared a few more phone conversations over the next few months; she told me how much fun she was having in the city, how many good schools there were in her area, and how many cool people she was meeting. She inquired as to how things were going with the club or where I was thinking of going to school, and what I intended to study. She joked about throwing pastries out her dorm room window at the resident assistant, and making up silly imaginary infomercial products…but it all seemed so empty. When I told her that I was looking at schools across the country she seemed surprised. I told her I had no reason to stay, and nothing keeping me in the area. That was the last phone call we shared.

I saw her once more at school that year. Her sister was in the school play, and I saw her in the audience talking to a friend during intermission. We made eye contact for several seconds, but we didn’t speak. I approached her after the performance, but overheard her being asked if there was anyone else she wanted to see that night. Her reply was no, so I backed away. I didn’t sleep that night. I just sat in the darkness wishing the pain away.

I threw myself into my work, took on new projects, and tried to ignore everything I was feeling. I turned to my friends, and put my energy into helping them through their troubles. I always believed in helping others when I could, and I figured if I could see them through their tough times, maybe The Fates would find a way to help me through mine.

As summer started creeping up, and my graduation day drew near, I began the process of pushing my responsibilities onto those who would be taking my place in the club. I started taking better care of myself, and paying attention to my own hobbies. I needed some research materials for a new personal project I decided to take on so I headed to the book store that I had haunted for the past six years. After searching the shelves for the books I wanted I walked to the checkout counter and looked up from my intended purchases right into her face. She had gotten herself a job at the book store for the summer. It was the first time I’d seen her in months. It felt like a sledgehammer hitting me in the chest. But something was different. She seemed cold…flippant…almost, well, I don’t want to say mean...maybe indifferent would be the best word to use. I said I was surprised to see her, and she said that she had worked at the book store at her college, so it seemed a good fit for a summer job. Then she looked me dead in the eye and said that, now that I knew she was working in the book store she supposed that I would be hanging out there all summer, as though my presence would be a massive burden to her. I made my purchase and walked away without another word. I would not be back.

I graduated a few days later. I’d spent years in recovery trying to get my body working well enough to go back to school, four years working through school, trying to keep up with kids 3 to 7 years younger than myself, building a path forward for the life I wanted. The day I’d worked so hard for had finally come… and it meant less than nothing to me. I should have been excited, elated, jubilant. I wasn’t. It didn’t matter.

That summer was difficult. I actively avoided her at all costs. If I had to go to the mall that contained that bookstore I would look for her car, and refused to go in if she was there. One day I needed to go to the mall to return a gift someone had given me. I carefully checked the parking lot before going in, and it seemed safe, so I entered. After I finished with my business, as I was headed for the door I heard someone call out my name. I turned my head and saw her sister walking through the doorway with the guy I assumed she was dating. A moment later, following her sister, she walked into the mall hand in hand with some guy. I nodded my head in a polite greeting before quickly exiting the building. That was my final visit to the mall that summer.

A month later I was on my way across the country to start my freshman year in college. I should have been excited. I wasn’t. I was heartbroken, depressed, and lost. I hoped the distance would help me heal my battered soul, but I just didn’t feel like myself. I’d worked so hard to regain who I once was; I’d excelled in every undertaking, and now, suddenly, I was empty. I stumbled through my freshman year in college, worked part time as a bouncer at a strip club on the beach, and tried to focus on my own projects, but as the days wore on nothing felt right.

When May returned I finished my finals and made the long drive home. I’d decided that I wasn’t going back; it just wasn’t worth it. I could be depressed at home without it costing me thousands of dollars every year. And at least if I was at home I’d be near my friends, some of whom were also going through tough times. One friend was having a battle with pills. Another was having relationship issues. And one was having all kinds of money and life issues.

I knew I couldn’t fix my own life, but I was always good at helping others, so I took it upon myself to solve everyone else’s issues. I was able to get “Pill Boy” into a rehab facility, and did my best to encourage “Lovesick Lad” and his lady into a relationship. The last one was the toughest. She was a long time friend…and the widow of my best friend. He had died after rolling his Jeep shortly before I started High School. He’d been married less than a year before he died, and he left his wife two months pregnant, and would never get to meet his baby girl. The widow had to move in with her mother just to afford to live. Her mom would watch the baby during the day while the widow worked, and they’d trade off in the afternoon; widow taking the baby while her mom worked at night. But the widow simply wasn’t making enough money to give her little girl a decent life, so she took a second job. That’s where I came in. I’d get off work, drive to their house and pick up the little girl and the widow’s mom. I’d drop mom off at her job and take the baby home with me, babysitting until the widow got out of her second job as a retail worker at the mall. She was working from nine in the morning till ten at night; her only break a thirty minute drive between her two jobs. I’d watch her little one Tuesday through Saturday, and occasionally on Sunday. I’d pick her up, feed her, play with her, read to her, and take her to the mall to meet the widow when her shift was over. The only real problem I had was the fact that someone else also worked a closing shift at the mall.

I still avoided her, but would occasionally see her leaving the building while I waited for the widow to come out and retrieve the little one. That summer seemed to go on forever, but by the end of August the widow had saved up enough money to move herself, her mom, and the little one to Montana where she had been offered a job working for her dead husband’s family. Her in-laws would be able to help with the little one, and the money would be enough to give them both a better life. I encouraged her to go, and offered to help with the move. She thanked me, and took me up on the offer. I helped coordinate with her in-laws, planning her move for February, giving her about six months to pack up, sell the house and find a new place to live close to the family.

In October I decided to get an apartment with the “Lovesick Lad” so he could be near his girlfriend. I was doing my best to ensure that their budding relationship didn’t die on the vine. If I couldn’t be with the one I wanted, I needed to be sure someone could. Yes, they were obnoxious, but they seemed mostly happy, so I did what I could to keep them together.

The New Year came, as did the time for the widow to make her big move. Her mom flew to Montana with the little one, but the widow was driving a big moving truck full of their belongings to the new house. Before she left she decided to visit my apartment for a day. I gave her the tour, showed her some of the trinkets I’d found that her late husband had given me, and introduced her to my newest plaything; my new AOL account. She found the internet fascinating, sitting at my computer for hours. I sat on my bed drawing while she sat at my keyboard playing an AOL game called Slingo while we talked; except she wasn’t really playing Slingo. She was using the internet to track down “you know who”. Using my account she sent an email, hoping to force a conversation. The widow never liked her. She’d met her a couple times at the mall over the summer, tracking her down to see what she was like. Hoping to show me that “she” wasn’t worth my time or heartache, the widow decided to force me to face the situation, rather than avoiding it, as I was.

Amazingly enough, she replied to that email…and it did not go well. We traded a few emails, and eventually I was informed that I had been stalking her all summer. What? Apparently I had been stalking her every night as she was leaving work. Who knew? That accusation crushed me. I thought she knew me better than that. I was so hurt that I didn’t even want to argue…didn’t even want to defend myself, so I just told her what she wanted to hear. I just “confirmed” her suspicions and apologized for the emails, telling her I would no longer contact her, and asking her to consider me dead.

That was the hardest thing I ever had to write. I never thought I could feel that empty. I found myself in a very dark place. All the things I’d done, all those I’d helped, the pride and honor I’d built myself upon…all gone. I began to wish I hadn’t survived the crash that took my arm.

Watching “Lovesick Lad” and his girlfriend fight, make up, fight, and make up again started to enrage me. Watching them together slowly built a wall of resentment around me. Who the fuck was he? What battles did his weak ass ever fight? What blood did he shed? What pain did he endure? What did he do for The Fates to show him favor? Why was he with the one he loved while I was crushed…so far away from the life I wanted; the life I’d earned? I knew it was irrational, but I wasn’t really thinking straight; and wouldn’t be for quite a while. I no longer cared about anyone else’s feelings. I’d grown harder and colder than ever before, determined to never feel that broken again.

I moved on long before I ever let go of the pain and anguish of my interactions with her. Eventually I found someone, got married, and had a little girl of my own. Just as I had finally begun to let go of the past, two days after my thirty-third birthday, I opened up my MySpace page (yeah, I know, I’m old) and found a message from her. After almost ten years…finally believing my heart had healed from being ripped away, here I was reading a message which was dated on my birthday. The woman who had accused me of stalking her…the woman who had broken my heart, crushed my spirit, and burned my honor away, the woman I was finally able to let go of, with one simple message, pulled me back in.

Starting with “Hey, how is life treating you?” and ending with “I’d like to hear back from you if you have a chance…” kind of messed me up. The last time I’d communicated with her, she was pretty adamant that I was stalking her. Now she tracked me down and was messaging me? Who does that?

A lump in my throat, and a 1000 lb. weight in my stomach, I replied to her message, struggling to answer her in vague terms and as politely as possible. Thus began a five month back and forth message storm. It began with ultra-polite “catching-up” messages. We discussed our families, our work, and our current projects. The cloyingly sweet tone of her messages—messages sent to a guy she had accused of stalking—gave me a queasy feeling, so I broke our unspoken protocol of courteous conversation to question why she would message me ten years after accusing me of something so dark. I wanted…needed to know why she would message “her stalker” in this way.

She said she’d seen my profile on someone else’s page, that she always thought of me as “smart nice and cool” despite some of my “sometimes worrisome issues” and that she never believed that I was stalking her. Those close to her, her family and at-the-time boyfriend had tried to convince her that I was a stalker, but she never saw me as a threat. She went on and on as to how she always saw me as somewhat harmless, and never saw me as a stalker. She finally said that she actually thought that I was there in some misguided attempt to protect her because of the late hour and sketchy area. Then she finally asked the reason for my presence.

Her messages didn’t really sit right with me. I didn’t trust her motives. Her sickeningly-sweet messages were too…complementary. That wasn’t the girl I knew. I felt there was something more behind these messages. I also knew telling her the truth would be a waste of time. She had a narrative in her head, and her mind was made up as to why I was there, so I gave her the story she wanted-a gripping tale of someone out to get her from whom I was protecting her. A completely unhinged story that nobody would believe, but fit in with the narrative she had settled upon.

Just the fact that she accepted the story set off alarm bells in my brain. She’s not stupid. She’s not gullible. Clever? Crafty? Absolutely. But she also always had a bit of arrogance to her; always believing she was one step ahead of everyone else. Her replies to my messages, the tone she took, the way she answered my questions while at the same time sidestepping their clear intent was just…I don’t know…off. She was up to something. She had an angle, and I felt like I needed to know what it was.

We went on messaging back and forth for several months, remaining overly polite the whole time. We discussed the projects we were each working on, the issues we each had in our chosen paths. She invited me to see her at a local performance she was giving, though I had to decline. It was difficult enough to exchange messages with her, and I wasn’t sure how I would react to physically being in her presence. Reading her words was one thing, but seeing her, hearing her voice, feeling her presence was not something I was willing to put myself through. I’d achieved some distance, and my suspicions were keeping me on edge. I couldn’t let raw emotion affect my focus. I didn’t want to get sucked back into her orbit.

Then it happened. She cracked. She made a mistake that gave me a big piece of the puzzle I was looking for. Without going into detail, I’ll just say that, though we had discussed the projects we’d each been working on, it became clear that someone else had told her of my project first. She’d contacted me in an effort to learn more about what I was working on, which I was always very vague about. Her mistake was a comment which, in effect, assumed credit for my work. She had done that in the past; taking credit for my work, my ideas, my achievements…and I never challenged her. After ten years, after accusing me of stalking her, after breaking my heart over and over again, I could no longer allow her to assume my work as her own. When I corrected her, and denied her effort to insinuate herself into my project by pointing out her misconceptions, her messages abruptly stopped. As soon as I challenged her narrative, she became uncommunicative.

We had no contact for several more years, until someone sent me a Facebook post she had made. We had a few brief interactions, but nothing of note. I was over the whole excessively-polite banter we shared on MySpace, and picked apart anything she wrote, challenging her narrative every chance I got. I really wanted her to realize that the narrative she’d adopted wasn’t always reality. Always telling her what she wanted to hear didn’t encourage her to look more critically at the world around her, so I tried challenging her world view. Of course, in the world we live in today, my voice was drowned out by those sharing the hugbox she had constructed for herself.

I had to accept that the person she had been, the girl I loved, was gone, consumed by the twisted, backward narratives of those she chose to associate with. The chemistry between us, the connection we shared, visible to many around us, had been disregarded. I accepted that she made a choice to ignore the bond I know she felt between us. She made a choice; and she didn’t choose me. Mrs. L was finally proven wrong. Time ran out long ago, and she never came ‘round. There will always be a part of me that loves her. I’ll always wish I’d done things differently. I miss who she was, and I mourn what could have been, but I still wish her only the best in the life she has chosen, even if it is without me.

Why am I writing this? Call it therapy. Call it my need to bleed my pain upon the paper. Call it my desire to write the story down to encourage others not to make the mistakes I made. I can see the end of my story approaching. I know it’s almost over for me. I’ll succumb to my injuries and health issues sooner rather than later, and I can only wish my tale can encourage those who see their future in the eyes of another to take that step forward, to lean in, to drop the bag and embrace their destiny. Take the chance, because if you don’t, you’ll regret it till you take your final breath. As I await my final gasp I can’t help but wonder…is my vision as clear as I believe it to be? Or am I only seeing what I need to see as I cross the finish line? Sadly, I’ll never know.

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I was thinking of an idea of an ordinary person in peak physical condition being enrolled in the xmen academy for the gifted with no x gene just because his hard work and determination put him above many people with x genes.
I got inspiration for this after watching videos of body builders losing lifting contests with ordinary people and mountain climbers who weren't even very large in terms of muscle size. I was thinking, what if we pushed the limits of normal humans, taught them various martial arts, and had them work relentlessly every day and put them on the xmen team and had them go toe to toe with the brotherhood on multiple occaisions and absolutely wrecking people with nothing more than his strength and dexterity and tactical abilities.

I think it would be quite an interesting cartoon series to have a guy named norman wilson get visited by doctor xavier who explains that even though he doesn't have an x gene, the hard work and determination he put into putting his body into peak physical performance leaves him a modern marvel in itself. He then offers the guy all the tools necessary to push his limits even further in exchange for him joining the team to watch his progress.

I think with enough effort, a normal person can even topple juggernaut by applying his strengths in the right locations, like the back of juggernauts knees and his other weak points once he's slowed down

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I have been interested in martial arts (especially in MMA and boxing) for a long time. Now Im finally able to train and I want to know what should I know and what to expect before my first training.

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I will be travelling to China in a month (Beijing, Shanghai) and I was wondering if anyone here would know where I can find a boxing/martial arts store. I understand google is not used in China, I tried looking up Baidu and unfortunately cannot read or speak mandarin. Any suggestions how to go about this? I will be in a tour so will likely ask the tour guide for advice.

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I've been struggling most of my life to find a team or a group I can belong to. I grew up with both my parents in the military then they also divorced. We moved around a lot and I never got to develop the deep bonds I saw a lot of my friends did that stayed in one place. I always wanted a place to call home. When people ask me where I'm from I always say everywhere and nowhere having moved around every year or 3 growing up. I'm the eldest of 6 but during the time It was me and my 3 younger brothers and we were all that we had. I miss those days of doing everything together but now as adults we aren't bonded the same. When my parents divorced they used my brothers and I against eachother and each other parent. It didn't help that my mom worked in Signit/it and was a professional at social engineering as well as information warfare/hacking. My father did 8 years in the national guard and went on to become a machinist. He now works at lockeemartin or whoever thats spelled.

The military kids broke up into gangs and we'd all fight at the playgrounds like a bunch of idiots. Stealing bikes from walmart to sell to the one kids dad so we'd have money to go hangout with the highschool girls. So dumb. Starting fires and settng off explosives in the woods concerning the mps because the ground would shake from some of the bigger ones we set off. All of my most enjoyable memories are from hiding in the woods from the police then crossing the road quickly to sneak our way back home. Most of the time when the police came to talk to us we ran for no reason. We'd have a safe little fire going on in a dugout with rocks around it but we ran for the chase. I'm not saying I want friends to commit illegal crimes with but I'd like to have friends, a tribe, or a home we can go out on missions together.

I've done a lot to make friends since settling down in. I lived in the gym and knew everything like the back of my hand so it was always easy to make friends due to my muscularity. I'd have a group of people following me around all the time I was training and we'd go back to my place to make burgers but thats past. I worked at GNC, the gym, and had my own little personal training business but it gets boring and the gym seems like its suppose to only be a small part of life not all of life. I built a brand of myself and a marketing funnel using tinder/social media to get laid whenever I wanted or for sport. I'd always end up dating one of the tinder girls but all they'd want to do is have me train them or i'd take steriods/stims/viagra and we'd have sex for hours like it was an olympic sport.

Even in high school Since moving around a lot I didn't play team sports other than wrestling. I spent al my time in the gym because it was a solo sport and thats where I felt like I belonged. In high school or high schools I could shift around and fit into every group/clique but I never belonged to any.

I want a tribe, a gang, or a family to belong to. I feel like I'm around a stranger with my father and my mother I cant even have a relationship with because my step dad. It doesn't help that both my parents have top secret security clearances so I can't even talk to them about what I'm really interested in because I'm not even suppose to know about it. I've only been introduced to it after getting screwed over a lawsuit with my business.

I felt alone all the time even when previously pursuing my purpose. I was building the business from a self destructive place of myself but out of love for others. I'd just have women around for sex or a specific relationship dynamic because it enhanced how I felt as a man and enhanced how the girl felt as a women but outside of that strict dynamic there wasn't an emotional connection to where I could talk to them. It feels great to be wanted but it's lonely when your lying in bed holding a women you may care about but knowing she will never care about you.

The only time I really felt part of a tribe/team as an adult was when I was running my business and taking care of all my clients. They had felt like my family and had felt like they were to the ones supporting me. I didn't see it then but I do now they only supported me because I was affordable and did a good job because I put my reputation behind every job. When I was unable to work I actually went to talk to a couple of these clients and they just blew me off when I said I needed someone to talk to. How embarassing to think a client was actually someone that would be there for me. Such a disgrace.

I often feel like I belong in the military going on missions like we used to when I was a kid. Always training in the gym, practicing martial arts, learning about warfare, being respected, appreciatted, and belonging to a family. Though I don't think thats possible for me anymore so I'll have to find a civilian route to finding my tribe/team to go out on missions with.

I just have no idea how to form long term bonds and bring everyone together to bond with one another like brothers who lookout for eachother and share interest in the same things so it's constant value exchange. I like warfare, I like having something worth protecting, I like cyber security, intel, info systems, and the implications of ai/ml to influence groups or people through information. I don't know where I belong. I can't move forward and be hyper independent again. Thats the same as suicide for me. I want a tribe and a partner so I don't get wiped out and beaten down because I'm always fighting against people twice my age.

I've been trying church but I feel misunderstood but the other young adults because I'm nothing like them. They have good family structures and are part of groups that are there for eachother. I feel alone, misunderstood, and unaccepted when I know if someone tried to get to know me everyone would respect me and start to like me. My life experiences are just so vastly different we can't relate or connect. I've been working on my relationship with god so he can be here with me but I feel as though I'm missing a lot of information to actually feel him beside me. Im on a tangent. I've just always longed to belong and be accepted for who I am. I've only found that in close relationships with women as I let them get to know me.

How do I form long term friendships? how do i find my group/tribe that shares the same interests/goals? How do i fix all these attachements from neglect/abuse and relationships I never had to finally feel at home?

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Is it even possible to do something like that?

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The other day my Kyu up and I posted it and 90% of the comments were positive and great people, but some of the comments were "I didn't know judo had a colour obi" and "dancing and getting a belt, that's wild"

What a comment," and it seemed like both of those guys were BJJ practitioners.

Is this because a lot of people who do BJJ simply don't like karate, or is it a noisy minority?

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Both bloodlusted with no outside help. Fight takes place in a normal boxing ring with a crowd of 1 million. This is a fight to the death.

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Good morning, afternoon, or evening gentlemen. This morning before leaving for a long trip across the country was delighted to see the Mauy Thai Primer as the episode for this day of travel. I was excited, giddy, eager, and ready to be better informed than I was before hand. You see, I have a personal connection to this sport, as my brother has begun his professional career in the sport. He has his second sanctioned fight two weeks away from the time of this post.

I am not well versed in the arts of martial prowess. In fact I am not much for watching many O’ sports. But with wanting to support my brother in his endeavors, I was hopeful that this so called Mauy Thai Primer could better educate me this very day. However while I did find the history of the sport fascinating, and the culture of respect the sport fosters is a a shining light in what might be an ego filled drama realm of sport (like UFC, Boxing, etc. ) I was disappointed at the end.

I have listen to a small portion of your podcast and have never felt compelled to J’Accuse. And I understand that a primer is meant to give a generalized summery of a sport, instead of a in depth highly detailed analysis. BUT I EXPECTED MORE THEN THE I COULDN’T BE BOTHERED TO FIGURE OUT HOW SCORING WORKS.

I understand that it is not to be expected to have the scoring be detailed in meticulous form. But I expected better then, “it’s all the usual…” or “I’m pretty sure that…” even if there are dozens of leagues that might exist, or even if it was just one that have varied ways of scoring, I expect something along the lines of “Most common ways to score in Mauy Thai are as follows.”

Now after listening to a primer WHICH WAS SUPPOSED TO EDUCATE ME BETTER IN A PARTICULAR SPORT, I am instead JUST AS IGNORANT as I was before on how well my brother might be doing in a fight.

Gentleman, admittedly I am frustrated. But, I am not angry at you. I am disappointed, in Tyler, for not being bothered, and Mark for not calling him out on it.

Please do better. If not for me, then for all your other gentle listeners who may be having family members participating in sport they don’t fully understand.

Much love, A J’Accuse ghost

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5:59 · Go to channel · Daytime Buffalo: Master Khechen's Martial Arts | martial arts, self-defense & fitness classes. WIVBTV New 69 views · 1:01 ...

What would Evie's ability (illumination) look like if she was an elite tier?

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Background and Premise:

A a refresher Evie's ability is Illumination with a level of 1.5, and it essentially allows her to create what is described as an intense white glow from her hands. She's firmly a low tier and the extent of the combat applications of her power as shown in the comic are briefly blinding Clio when she put her hands directly over her eyes.

What amounts to turning your hands into flashlights isn't particularly intimidating, until you consider that this is almost certainly Evie's ability at its weakest. Prior to joining Safe House Evie displayed very little combat experience and would've had exceedingly little reason to use her power, meaning its mastery level is almost certainly very low, meaning she theoretically has plenty of capacity for growth. What I propose is that if she actually trained her ability Evie could potentially be an elite tier.

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The Math:

Why do I believe this? Well taken from the UnOrdinary Wiki "Stats are measured logarithmically, for example, the strength difference between level 1-2 is much smaller than the difference between level 4-5."

Looking at this it should theoretically be possible to roughly determine a character's potential ability growth by looking at a logarithmic graph. These graphs can take many different forms, which means we're going to have to guesstimate which one is correct. In order to get a rough idea of the power difference between levels we want to look at a fight between one individual and several individuals of the tier below, preferably with an outcome as narrow as possible. The best example I could find was the Blyke vs. Rowden Royals fight. The Rowden Royals have ability levels of 4.4, 4.2, 3.8, and 3.8 respectively which averages out to about 4.05, conveniently a point below Blyke's 5.0. From this we can extrapolate that each level is approximately four times stronger than the previous, meaning that a 4^x logarithmic graph best suits our purposes.

Now it's important to note a character can't grow infinitely, the world of UnOrdinary has a hereditary potential limit on the level an ability can achieve. Luckily for us we have an example of a character growing in power in the comic we can use as a benchmark: Blyke.

As a first year at Wellston Blyke had an ability level of 3.6, an ability level that has swelled to an impressive 5.0 after his training and vigilante activity. We can presume the logarithmic graph would have the x-axis as the displayed ability level that an ability gauge reads because that would result in exponential growth. Taking this an ability level of 3.6 corresponds to roughly a 148 y-value, and an ability level of 5.0 corresponds to an y-value of 1024. So from first year to where he is now Blyke underwent ability growth of about 876 units on the y-axis (which, consequently, looking at these numbers is a good way to demonstrate just how ridiculous the power gap between tiers in UnOrdinary really are and why God-Tiers are such a big deal.) So now that we have a number for how much growth is theoretically possible, let's apply it to Evie and illumination.

An ability of 1.5 sit at around an y-value of 8. If we add the potential 876 growth that gives us 884, which corresponds to an ability level of 4.9.

This math required a fair bit of guesswork and speculation, but even with an uncertainty of +/-.5 conservative estimates would place Evie's ability as being able to reach 4.4, firmly within the elite tier.

Epic Tier Illumination:

Now for the most fun bit: how useful is an epic tier Illumination?

In my opinion- terrifying.

As a low tier Evie was able to temporarily blind people with her ability. As an elite tier Evie could produce light around that of a high-quality flashlight which averages 1,000 lumens (surprise, more math!). Considering the four times increase in power per level we determined from the Blyke vs. Rowden fight if Evie jumped from 1.5 to 4.5 she be able to output at least 64000 lumens. To give a frame of reference here 80000 lumens is considered very strong by the standard of a lighthouse and a flashbang grenade sits pretty at 560000.

So in practice an elite tier Evie would be walking around with a small lighthouse in her hands. Given that 1000 lumens is sufficient to temporarily blind someone who looks straight at it's not difficult to believe that no one would be able to see in her presence, much less look at her. With Remi not being affected by the lightning from her ability it is a safe assumption Evie would retain perfect vision through her light. The uses if she had fighting experience and any sort of martial arts training are impressive. John's combat expertise was enough to allow him to stand his ground against a fairly decent chunk of Wellston's population, I don't imagine they'd do much better while blinded.

This is leaving aside the development of other power applications like Blyke learning to shoot multiple lasers from the tips of his fingers or project force instead. It's not outside the realm of possibility Evie would gain the ability to direct her light in tighter arcs or beams. It's a vast oversimplification, but generally the less diffuse light is the more intense it is. This means that instead of being a walking lighthouse (which is already fairly strong in my opinion) Evie could scythe her opponents with flashbang rays while sparing allies the worst of its effects.

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So what do you think? Could Evie be an elite tier and how would she stack up against the hierarchy of Wellston?

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So I'm not terribly mod literate - forgive me please, if I ask some dumb questions. I wasn't able to extract the crashDump zip file into anything readable - attempts to open it result in gibberish. My Kenshi_info.log is pasted at the bottom of this.

I currently have a 2 building base with 8 units being raided by Bandits. (I'm hiding at the top of the building)

I have a number of mods enabled- and in this particular scenario there is a group of highly powered NPC's coming to "Shopping Assault" me. I really love when this happens while being raided because it's hilarious watching NPC's kill eachother for my benefit.

However at 5:07-8 as the Shopping NPC's are passing over Okran's Gulf I get an inevitable crash.

I want to know if it is possible to fix this without having to import? And if I do have to import - how do I prevent this from happening again? I don't mind getting surgical with this fix if anyone happening to read this is more knowledgeable. I really like this combination of mods - it's very immersive for me. Would hate to have to get rid of one. Trying to do a Holy Nation allies run.

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I am using the following mods:

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Take Over the World

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Storage Amount Doubled

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Reprogrammable skeletons

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Players Slavery

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NewRecruits

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Martial Arts No Matrix Dodge

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Legendary Weapons

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Healing_Pod

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Guards for the Hub

Genesis

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Escort Mission

Drifters Gear Realistic

Defensive Gates 10x HP & 50% quicker repair

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{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:39 [info]: [Mods] Loaded mod: Attack Slots x3

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:39 [info]: [Mods] Loaded mod: 2HNotMartialArtistDiv3

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:39 [info]: [Mods] Loaded mod: 256 Squad Limit

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:39 [info]: [Mods] Loaded mod: NPC enjoys more shopping

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:39 [info]: [Mods] Loaded mod: Genesis

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:46 [info]: Compositor Setup

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:46 [info]: NodeList Setup

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:46 [info]: Starting Title Screen

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:54 [info]: ** Thread 'TerrainDecalsManager' (0x00007050) start **

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:54 [info]: ** Thread 'navmesh' (0x00003e2c) start **

{0x00003e2c} 2024-04-18 15:16:54 [info]: ** Thread 'NavMesh Generator' (0x000001c4) start **

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:54 [error]: zAltisFailover: no faction for homeless squad

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:54 [error]: Cannibal scrawny Lost Ear: no faction for homeless squad

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:54 [error]: Mercenary patrol (DCR): no faction for homeless squad

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:54 [error]: Mercenary patrol (DCR): no faction for homeless squad

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:54 [error]: Swamp Cannibal roaming: no faction for homeless squad

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:54 [info]: ** Thread 'Birds' (0x000034cc) start **

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:54 [info]: ** Thread 'physics' (0x00006a48) start **

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:54 [info]: ** Thread 'AI Rendertime Backthread' (0x000062b8) start **

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:56 [info]: [Game] Loading game: 'Holy Mission'.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:56 [info]: Load game: 'Holy Mission'

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:56 [info]: Reset game

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:57 [error]: Okranite Shrine has no faction

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{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:58 [warning]: [MapFeatureSource] Map feature 2332-D-Newwworld.mod not found

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{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:58 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_399.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:58 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_349.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:58 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_351.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:58 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_377.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:58 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_501.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:58 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_290.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:58 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_502.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:58 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_414.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:58 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_219.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:58 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_413.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:16:58 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_411.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ffff01

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ffff01

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ffff01

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ffff01

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ffff01

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ffff01

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff8002

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7e02

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff8002

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff8002

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7e02

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7e02

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #8001ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #0101ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #0101ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #8001ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #8001ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #0101ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #0101ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #0101ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #0101ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #1313ec

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #1313ec

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #1313ec

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #01ffef

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #05f3fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #01ffef

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7800ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #05f3fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #05f3fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffa

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffa

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffa

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7800ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7800ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #1313ec

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #1313ec

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #1313ec

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fff6

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7c04fb

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7c04fb

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7c04fb

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7c04fb

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffd

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #1313ec

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #1313ec

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #1313ec

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #01ffef

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #05f3fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #01ffef

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7800ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #05f3fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #05f3fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffa

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffa

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffa

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7800ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7800ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #1313ec

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #1313ec

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #1313ec

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fff6

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7c04fb

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7c04fb

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7c04fb

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7c04fb

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #00fffd

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ffff01

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ffff01

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ffff01

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7f00

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ffff01

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ffff01

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ffff01

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff8002

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7e02

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff8002

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff8002

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7e02

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #ff7e02

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #8001ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #0101ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #0101ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #8001ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #8001ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #0101ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #0101ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #0101ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:12 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #0101ff

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: Part map contains invalid colour: #7f00fe

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:13 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:14 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::SetMeshData] Mesh Haircut_Female14.mesh has multiple uv sets.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:16 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::SetMeshData] Mesh Beard12.mesh has multiple uv sets.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:16 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:16 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:16 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:16 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:17 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:17 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:17 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:17 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:27 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:27 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:28 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:28 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:29 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:29 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:32 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:32 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:33 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:33 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:33 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:33 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:33 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::SetMeshData] Mesh Haircut_Male15.mesh has multiple uv sets.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:33 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:33 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:33 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:33 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:34 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:34 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:37 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:37 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:40 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:40 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:42 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:42 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:44 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:44 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:46 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:46 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:47 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:47 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:50 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:50 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:55 [info]: [SaveFileSystem] Saving C:\Users\Leeland\AppData\Local\kenshi\save\Holy Mission

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:55 [info]: ** Thread 'Saving' (0x0000516c) start **

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:17:55 [info]: [SaveFileSystem] Done.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_101.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_359.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_163.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_161.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_14.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_147.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_208.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_188.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_137.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_392.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_192.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_153.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_194.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_24.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_149.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_215.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_420.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_417.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_334.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_412.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_284.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_180.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_178.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_63.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:33 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_505.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:37 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::SetMeshData] Mesh Gate Level 02.mesh has multiple uv sets.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:37 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::SetMeshData] Mesh Gate Level 02_Door.mesh has multiple uv sets.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:40 [error]: [Building::createPhysical] Building 'Mounted Crossbow' [11897-Newwworld-INGAME] has no parent.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:42 [warning]: [Layout::loadLayout] Exterior layout 'Barracks' does not exist for 'Watchtower I'.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:43 [warning]: [Layout::loadLayout] Exterior layout 'Barracks' does not exist for 'Watchtower I'.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:44 [warning]: [Layout::loadLayout] Exterior layout 'Barracks' does not exist for 'Watchtower I'.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:44 [warning]: [Layout::loadLayout] Exterior layout 'Barracks' does not exist for 'Watchtower I'.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:44 [warning]: [Layout::loadLayout] Exterior layout 'Barracks' does not exist for 'Watchtower I'.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:45 [warning]: [Layout::loadLayout] Exterior layout 'Barracks' does not exist for 'Watchtower I'.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:18:45 [warning]: [Layout::loadLayout] Exterior layout 'Barracks' does not exist for 'Watchtower I'.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:10 [warning]: [MapFeatureSource] Map feature 2330-Newwworld.mod not found

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:10 [warning]: [MapFeatureSource] Map feature 2332-D-Newwworld.mod not found

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:10 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_131.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:10 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_399.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:10 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_349.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:10 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_351.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:10 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_377.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:10 [error]: Loaded mesh doesn't exist: distant_219.mesh

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:12 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'RugMap1Alpha.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:19 [info]: [Bad save data] Extra zone file: zone/zone.17.29.zone

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:19 [info]: [Bad save data] Extra zone file: zone/zone.19.30.zone

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:19 [info]: [SaveFileSystem] Saving C:\Users\Leeland\AppData\Local\kenshi\save\Holy Mission

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:19 [info]: ** Thread 'Saving' (0x00006e98) start **

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:19 [info]: [SaveFileSystem] Done.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:19 [info]: [Bad save data] Extra zone file: zone/zone.17.29.zone

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:19 [info]: [Bad save data] Extra zone file: zone/zone.19.30.zone

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:21 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:21 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:25 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:25 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:26 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

{0x00006194} 2024-04-18 15:19:26 [warning]: [ResourceLoader::loadTextureUnit] Texture 'HairBaseHead_Male01_LODark.dds' is missing.

submitted by /u/TheCreativeProducer to r/Kenshi
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