“Respec from Solo Queue to Guild Leader – A 51-year-old mom wrote the actual endgame guide” Main Story Quest Line (15 years total) Years 1-3 – Tutorial Island / Character Creation * Quest: Form Your Starting Party (3-10 players) * Daily login reward: Non-negotiable weekly analog meetup (cards, dominoes, bean dip) * Hidden achievement: “Adopt an
A simple roadmap for young people who want to create meaningful lives, strong communities, and real stability in an uncertain world. It combines the best advice from multiple perspectives — practical, civic, cultural, and strategic — into one plan. The key: Show up for each other. Everything else builds from that. The
Filed into the Book of Notable Truths (Under “Local Phenomena: Emotional Animals & Other Signs”) “The Ear-Scratch Heresy” — When the gift of comfort is so profound, it feels like a crime. It is hereby recorded and accepted in the communal memory of Belle Perdue that: When a person places a
A true story, and a wonderful memory After my dad died, I got roped into chauffeuring his sister and his longtime girlfriend, both named Joyce, on a funeral tour that took us clear across two states, from Louisiana to El Dorado, Arkansas to bury my dad, and then all the
From the Archivist of Belle Perdue, sometime after supper, sometime before the storm rolled in. Nobody saw the boat at first. It slipped down the bayou like it knew the way better than the man rowing it. The fog had thickened just past Widow Dupree’s fishing line, and the
Zora Babtiste had been poking around her grandpa's shed for weeks before she finally found the old ham radio set. It sat beneath a sheet of cracked plexiglass and a stack of rust-bitten Popular Mechanics from the '80s. The dials were stiff. The antenna had been coiled
Darrel Poche didn’t set out to be the town’s chicken man. Life just roosted that way. When his daddy passed, Darrel inherited the Poche farm—three scraggly acres on the edge of Belle Perdue, half of it choked by weeds, the other half haunted by squash vine borer
You ever notice how thunder and a rolling trash can sound exactly the same? Not kind of. Not similar. Exactly the same. I’ve been pausing conversations mid-sentence, cocking my head like a confused retriever and muttering, “Is that... weather or Wanda?” Because if it’s thunder, I’m grabbing
From The Archivist They say a town like Belle Perdue doesn’t hold secrets for long—but that’s not exactly true. What it does hold is space: space for rituals to grow, for lost things to come back around, and for old stories to find new corners to echo
A letter from our near-future, post-AI world—where Main Street is back, the internet is quiet, and the hardware store sells lemonade by the quart.
Chevron’s verdict might be a turning point—or just another delay in a long line of them. One writer sees it as too little, too late. Another sees the start of something real.
A fictional 1924 letter to the editor recounts a ghostly encounter near Highland Road in Baton Rouge—just as LSU and College Town begin to rise. A chilling gust and distant thump hint at unrest beneath the old Highland Cemetery, partially built over in the 1920s.