i am become death.

(No video today, girlie is literally recording this from her couch, in sweatpants, a shirt that is three times her size, and no make up, ok, this some serious shit.

No using pretty for comfort today, let's go.)

Hello, Etrayans.

This is Sophie Cuckoo, known now as Empress. You may know me from my greatest hits: making posts where chaos reigns and giving horrible advice, ragebaiting, being the one true life of the party of Etraya as the party thrower, advocating for telepathy usage, and being the owner of NYX.

Before I go further into what my actual point is, I think we should review the latest.

A few months ago, our foot-in-mouth doctor, Daniil, made a post about keeping the population safe in case of an emergency — the emergency being us, metahumans, or however the fuck you decide to name us, losing control or simply just waking up choosing violence.

He did not word it the best way possible, fucking shocker, by the way — which brought discomfort to some of our population. I think it is, or should be, no surprise that several of us have had some sort of struggle, if not downright tragedy, when it comes to any attempts to contain the threats we can become or that others have become in our worlds, in our pasts. I myself did not react in the most empathetic, understanding, or sane way, and due to the fact that he pissed me off and I have a super short fuse that is almost nonexistent, I nearly proved his point.

Fast-forwarding, the way I dealt with it is that I closed NYX temporarily so I could get my house in order. What I came to the conclusion of is, plain and simple, that this is... Counter-productive. I can stay here in fear, growling, threatening, dick measuring, and telling the people I care about not to be themselves because I'm scared of them getting hurt, or I can help out to the best of my ability to help making sure nobody gets hurt. How are we going to do that? I'm not so sure, though, but I'm going to start somewhere, which is working and providing for the community we are building.

I will be reopening NYX. I would like the space to be used by you, whichever way you decide to use it. All I am here for is to provide the space and the tools for you to use it. That said, there can be classes; it's up to you and what you can do, how, when. Just tell me where you are using it and how so I can provide. Every month there will be activities, rather than set education. I'll put the schedule up in front of the building, and I'll announce it with the monthly-ish posts.

The kitchen will be running again, meaning you guys don't have to deal with vacation Clark anymore; he's back to work. Clark, just pretend I told you prior. Surprise? I guess? Anyway.

Most importantly, what can I do to make this place less shitty? What would you want to see done for the community? How can I help us, metahumans, and how can we help the normies? Etc. How can we just... Get at least a little less stabby? Or, I don't know, more stabby, if it solves anything. I just want to hear ideas; I'm not picky.

Last, but not least. Twice a week, I'll be opening my mindscape for meetings and simulations. If this concept is news to you, just imagine I am making a little or huge guest room, or lab, or jungle, or whatever the fuck, in my brain for us to discuss private matters, run possibilities, try prototypes, visualize things, so forth. It is pretty handy, though. Time dilation is a thing, all resources are easy to grasp, and I literally have all the Dazzler discography memorized, so the possibilities are endless. Just skip the 3rd album. It was disappointing.

If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask.

All my love, all that bullcrap, so forth, whatever.

Cuckoo out.