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Hubris - Short Story Series: Ch.2 - Land of the Dead

Chapter Two: Land of the Dead

As the creature spoke, my mind raced to comprehend the situation. The underworld? Was this some sort of dream or hallucination? But the cool, slick marble beneath my fingers felt all too real. "I must be dreaming," I muttered to myself, trying to rationalize the situation. The creature chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, you are not dreaming, mortal. You have been brought here for a purpose." I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. "Brought here? By whom? For what purpose?"

The creature's eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the chamber. "You have been chosen by the gods to undertake a quest. A quest that will determine the fate of both the mortal realm and the underworld." I shook my head, unable to fully comprehend what was happening. "I don't understand. Why me? What could I possibly do? “The creature raised a hand, and a shimmering portal appeared before us. "Step through this portal, and all will be revealed." I hesitated, fear and curiosity warring within me. Finally, curiosity won out, and I stepped through the portal.

On the other side, I found myself standing on a vast, ethereal plane. Before me stood a figure unlike anything I had ever seen. She was radiant, her skin glowing with a soft, golden light. Her eyes were pools of wisdom, and her presence filled me with a sense of peace. "Greetings, mortal," she said, her voice like a gentle breeze. "I am Ishtar, goddess of love and war. What's your name, mortal? Speak?!” I gulped with hesitation before I stuttered, “I'm... My name is Ember Sorenson.” As I uttered my name, the air around me seemed to shimmer with a warm, golden light. Ishtar's eyes widened, and a soft smile played at the corners of her lips.

"Ember Sorenson," she repeated, her voice now a melodic blend of curiosity and intrigue. "A fitting name for one with a spirit as fiery as yours. Tell me, Ember Sorenson, what brings you to seek an audience with a goddess?" Caught off guard by the revelation about my fiery spirit, I stammered, “I, uh… I wasn’t seeking an audience exactly. I was... well, I was brought here.” Ishtar’s smile remained, but a knowing glint entered her eyes. “Brought here, you say? By whom and for what purpose?” My encounter with the chilling creature in the underworld flashed before my eyes. I recounted the experience, the creature’s words about a quest and the fate of two realms hanging in the balance. As I spoke, Ishtar’s expression turned thoughtful, the amusement fading. “The creature spoke of a quest, you say,” she murmured, stroking her chin. “This is most unusual. Quests of such magnitude are rarely bestowed upon mortals.”

A flicker of hope ignited within me. Perhaps the goddess wouldn’t send me back to face whatever dangers awaited. “Then you don’t believe the creature?” I sighed with an exalted breath. Continuing my speech I stammered “S…So there’s no quest, no threat to me back at home?” Ishtar’s gaze held mine and she chuckled “There is always a threat, Ember. The balance is a delicate one. But the nature of this quest in particular is a mysterious one. Perhaps me and that creature need to have a word.” Intrigued, I leaned forward. “What does this mean? Do you know of the creature?” She shook her head. “The denizens of the underworld are not ones I often commune with, but their motives can be… what’s a good word for it… Ah! I know, um, shrouded by shadow and deceit.”

A tremor of fear ran down my spine. If even a goddess could not guarantee the creature’s honesty, what was I seriously getting myself into? The weight of the creature’s words still resonated within my soul. Could I truly ignore the potential destruction of both worlds? Taking a deep breath, I slowly met Ishtar’s gaze. “So what do you ask of me, Ishtar? If the creature is lying, why am I really here?” Ishtar let out a hearty laugh. “Perhaps, Ember, the truth lies not in why you are here, but in what you possess that makes you the chosen one.”

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Hubris - Short Story Series : Ch.1 - Endless

Chapter One - Endless:

The walls seemed like they were closing in, my chest was tight, and I could feel the air surrounding me growing colder. The sensation was so strong that it seemed like if I turned around, I would be able to reach out and touch the walls, but when I spun, the tunnel remained the same distance away from me, and my heart sank as I realized what had happened. This was my reality, I was 3,000 miles away from home, not to mention I also had no idea how I got here in the first place.

I had no way of going home.

The realization made me sick, and I felt like my knees might give out, but I couldn't allow myself to faint, not now. I still needed to find a way to get back home, but the longer I walked down this tunnel, the more I doubted I'd be able to return the way I came. The tunnel itself was unlike any cave system I'd ever been in. Instead of cold, moist rock and dirt beneath my feet, the tunnel was smooth and solid, and it didn't take long for me to realize I wasn't walking on rocks but rather the remains of a long-since-forgotten civilization. There was something eerie about this tunnel. I could tell that it was built with the intent of housing an underground river, but as far as I could tell, there was nothing but a few inches of water on the floor of the tunnel. It didn't even feel like I was underground, but then again, that could have just been the result of the fact that the tunnel was completely straight, and the torches were spaced at good intervals.

As I ran, I began to feel more and more like the tunnel was taking me somewhere, and even though it seemed impossible, I couldn't shake the feeling that the tunnel was leading me to another endless visage of more tunnel systems. The idea made my heart sink, but as I slowed to a jog, I realized that the water was beginning to recede, and a few moments later, the tunnel disappeared entirely. The walls were transformed around my perception and I instantly felt like I was in purgatory. "What the?" I breathed as I stopped short, and I reached out and pressed my hand against the wall.

Instead of a rock surface, my fingers connected with cool, slick marble. "No way," I said as I looked down at my feet and realized I was not in a normal tunnel system but something similar to a palace.

This was beyond strange. It was astronomically insane.

There were massive archways in front of me and columns made out of the most perfect marble I'd ever seen. The ceilings were high and held together by beautiful molding, and I was suddenly glad that I had some knowledge of the surroundings that encompassed my field of view. "Where am I?" I asked no one, and the words echoed off the empty hall and came back to me a dozen times.

I knew I should be scared, but as I turned and looked at the room that was behind me, I couldn't help but think that there was something oddly familiar about this place. The room itself was empty except for two thrones and a fire pit. It was dark, too, and it wasn't until I approached the thrones that I saw a strange figure sitting on the right one. There was a sign above the thrones, written in what I believe was ancient Sanskrit. "What does this say?" I asked as I approached the figure.

"Death is a friend," the creature whispered, and his voice was like ice water pouring over my skin. I jumped back, and for the first time, I was truly scared.

The figure's words hung heavy in the air, and even though I couldn't make out the creature's features, I had the distinct impression that he was staring at me. "How did you get here?" My first impression was the fact that this creature could speak English. "I was summoned." He stood and took a few steps toward me, and I felt my chest tighten.

He was wearing a robe that fell to his ankles, and his hands were hidden underneath long, black sleeves. His face looked non-human, something I have never been exposed to before. He was a bit taller than me, which meant that he had to be a good seven feet tall, and he was thin, with a long, slender nose, and his lips were pulled back to reveal rows of sharp teeth. His skin was black, and I could see the muscles that protruded from under his robe.

"Are you going to kill me?" I asked, and I tried not to sound scared. "I have not yet decided," he said as he tilted his head and stared at me. "Well, that's reassuring," I muttered under my breath, hoping he didn't hear me. "But I do not think you are worth the trouble," he continued. "That's good to know," I said. "So, can you tell me where I am?" "You are in the underworld, the land of the dead."

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The first and last woman to be hanged in New Mexico was 19-year-old Paula Angel. On 23 March, 1861, Angel stabbed her lover, Miguel Martin, to death. Martin was a married man and a father of five who had been having an affair with Angel behind his wife’s back. Seemingly bored with the affair, Martin decided he would call it off. Within a day, Angel was apprehended for the murder and her trial was held just five days later. After being found guilty, she was sentenced to hang the following month. Her time in jail was short and torturous. It was reported that the sheriff taunted her daily by reminder her how many days she had left on earth.

As the execution date rolled around, Angel was told to sit on top of her coffin in the back of the wagon as they drove to the spot she would be killed - a tree on a cottonwood grove. There were no gallows; she was to be hanged from a tree. As the noose was tied around her neck and she was strung up to hang, it was noticed that the sheriff had forgot to tie her hands. The crowd stood in shock as Angel grabbed at her neck and tried to loosen the rope. As she was slowly being choked to death, the sheriff wrapped his arms around her waist to attempt to weight her down and facilitate her demise. The crowd booed and ordered she be cut down. The sight was unbearable.

The execution was momentarily halted so that the sheriff could tie Angel’s hands behind her back. Moments later, she was hanged once again. This time, it was successful and Angel finally perished.

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DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN TO CEREAL!!!

Listen in the past the poor have had to improvise cheap food the rich never wanted as a means to survive. And over the many years of innovation made the food taste good until eventually the rich where like: “Oh hay you actually like that garbage? Why on earth would you like it?” Then they try it, love it, start buying it, and then drive the price up so much it becomes a luxury good.

They do this and its devastating, the food typically never becomes affordable again. It don’t matter how cheap the foo dis to produce, it doesn’t matter if there is almost no meat on the bone or its super difficult to eat and messy. Once the poor discover how to make some bit of cheap food taste good, the rich take it away via driving the price of it up.

THEY DID THIS TO RIBS.

Ribs were garage meat. Just look at them, there is hardly any meat on the bone, you have to eat them by hand usually, and they are messy. They where an undesirable cheap source of junk meat. But the poor being the poor made them taste good. (Because they don’t have much to choose from.) The rich discovered the meals the poor made with them and decided they liked ribs too. People discovered they could sell a few ribs to rich people and make way more money then selling lots of ribs to poor people and the price was driven up.

DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN TO CEREAL!!!

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They did the same to brisket. You used to be able to get brisket for less than a dollar a pound, which meant you could get a twenty pound brisket fairly cheaply. And then you smoked it, sliced it, and had meat for weeks if not a full month. And it was tasty. I grew up eating brisket at least once a month because my family could afford it.

It was a cheap meat because no rich person looks at the dangly part of the neck of a cow and goes ‘ooh, that looks tasty!’.

But then Food Network started showcasing things like barbecued brisket. Rich people started showing up at places that weren’t just Rib Crib to get their barbeque. And the price of brisket went up. A lot.

I regularly see it for over five dollars a pound in stores now. And while yeah, that might not seem like a lot when you’re talking only a pound or two of meat, brisket is normally sold in ten to twenty pound sizes. It’s become completely unaffordable to the people that made it delicious.

Sushi used to be really cheap, too, until it became ‘trendy’. Guess why you’re now paying twelve dollars for your order of California rolls? Because rich people discovered something that poor people had been eating for ages.

Noticed the prices of fajita meat, chicken thighs, or ham hocks has gone up recently? You guessed it. Rich people are taking our food and now we’re scrambling to afford the things that we grew up eating.

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Lobster is a perfect example of this phenomenon. For hundreds of years, lobster was regarded as a sort of insect larvae from the depth of the sea. It had zero appeal as a “luxury food” until people living in NY and Boston developed a taste for it. Before the 19th century, it was considered a “poverty food” or used as fertilizer and bait - some household servants specified in employment agreements that they would not eat lobster more than twice a week. It was also commonly served at prisons, which tells you something about prison food.

Only by cleverly marketing lobster as an indulgence for the privileged made it cost so much. It became a vehicle for enormous profit spawning a multi-billion dollar global industry in the process. This mythical affection for lobster flesh - not its practical value in terms of taste, nutrition, or any other reasonable consideration - drives its value.

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Food gentrification is a long standing practice and it’s some of the most evil shit I can think of. It’s why I refuse for example as someone living in the US to buy things with Quinoa in them. It is specifically pricing an indigenous population out of their prime staple food. It’s a horrific invasion of one of the final requirements of staying alive.