Friend or Foe 2.0

[Somebody]

Rebirth of a popular roleplay, giving it a second go to try and tell the tale.

The setting is that you've been transported to a alternate universe where you are your fursona, as well as others fortunate or unfortunate enough. It is a dark ages like place filled with magic and wonder, to the one side of a forested valley is a light kingdom filled with the generally good folk of society, also fellow furs. To the otherside is a dark kingdom ruled by the sorceror who put you here. There are dungeons to be pilfered, crypts to be delved into and many treasures to be had across the land.

Problem is, what if you miss your loved ones back in the real world. Would you forsake the fursona you always wanted to be to defeat the evil sorceror to get back to them? What if you liked it and didn't want to return, would you turn your back on your friends here to stop them from accomplishing such a task? Are you a friend or a foe?

For the basis of this roleplay all will start in the good city of Brenshire with little more then ragged clothes and your wits. From there form fellowships to get home or to prevent others from getting home. Loot and find treasure to help accomplish your goals. Remember the forces of evil are about as well and plan to destroy and kill. But is the evil in the land the true threat?

-No God modding, try to be reasonable and respecting of others characters.

- Be reasonable in your powers. You just got here you aren't gonna be a Destroyer of worlds.

- Read and be mindful of other's posts. Makes a roleplay more fun if everybody is consistant with all the happenings of the roleplay.

- Insta kills. if you gotta fight and kill somebody give them a chance to fight back and after a while then kill them off.

- Dead players may restart a new character from scratch, with nary but rags and wits again. This way we can all continue to have fun roleplaying.

- Everybody is to start as their fursona, you had just awoken as them where prior you were your human self. This naturally would be a bit jarring for some. Try to roleplay accordingly.

Try to think deep down, would you really want to leave this world and those who are your friends and family behind? The consequences of your character's actions determines their fate.

Friend or foe? Make your choice


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A pair of green eyes woke and tried to adjust, taking in the weird sights of their surroundings. "Where... where am I?" he wondered as he sat up. Ge was lying in a unfamiliar bed in a unknown room. It was dark save for the mid day light shining through the stained glass windows into the wooden room. The reptile paniced, jumping to his feet. "Help!" he yelled before noticing his clawed hands."What has happened to me?!" he felt a bit dizzy and sat on the bed to steady himself. "Ok keep it calm, be rational." he said in futility looking about the room. There was a broad mirror on a stand on the opposite side of the room. He took a deep breath and walked up to it and nearly fell from shock. "I..I look like Tezztor, but how?" The words escaped him and the recognition of him as Tezztor was a comfort, if a little one. He felt alone and bewildered but determined to find out how this has happened. With gathered strength he stepped forth from his room and made his way into the streets, in search of answers.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

She grabbed the cover and pulled them over her face as a small sliver of sunlight leaked inside the chamber in which she was lying. Groaning, she sleepily rose looking to the window. Odd. Unlike her room, it looked to be boarded up, and an old musty smell rose to greet her. "What in the..?" Her room wasn't musty either. She kept it clean. Reaching to where she was lying, she grabbed a thin cloth and wrapped it around her knuckle. She thought and meant to break the window to let more light in, but just as she did, her eyes adjusted. She could see clearly despite the darkness. She noticed that she had four fingers on each hand.. And not only that, but they looked like Rigor's. Her heart began pounding in her chest as she looked down to see that she had no breasts, and there was a glowing orange ribcage. Not only that, but she had a muzzle and a long glowing neon purple tongue. Smiling she realized that she had become her fursona, and confirmed it once she glanced across the room to catch her reflection in a broken mirror. "I'm.. I'm.." She began to laugh uncontrollably as she rared back her covered fist and bashed it through the window. It broke on the first try.. But to say it broke would be an understatement. It shattered into millions of pieces, and without hesitation, she leaped through, finding herself on the streets.

[Somebody]

Once out into the streets he found himself staring down the road almost like looking into a dream, he could hardly believe this was really happening. The sense of loneliness knawed at his very soul, there was no friends to turn to, no family. Just a eerie sense of the world going about like had always been, like his reality was but a mere thought in the back of his mind. He never liked the unknown, the comfort of knowledge always preceeded his actions. Now he just had to figure things out, get a grasp on his situation. The one thing he knew for sure was that he was Tezztor, a deadly raptor. Thought the coolness of the raptors persona as well as his skills seemed to elude him. "Maybe it just takes time for my mind to settle in." he said quietly almost trying to reassure himself as he made his way down the street. Calming himself further he came to a conclusion, he needed to form a base of operations and get some decent clothes as in the moment he resembled a street beggar. Having a place to goto when certainly make things seem more at ease.

  The street was bustling with activity, various merchants hawking off their wares and services. To the left an old wolf selling fine cloth and to the right female escorts trying to tempt a few gold from passer bys. Something seemed a bit off though, everybody was either wolves or foxes. 'Where are all the reptiles and avians?" he asked himself as he bumped into an ol transient. Not even really bothered by the actual incident the old wolf seemed more worried that he was hit by a raptor. It wasn't long before more furs surrounded Tezztor, yelling and swearing at him like he had just murdered the king. Unsure what to do he felt a bit at odds, killing any of them surely wouldn't help because most likely they'd get him in a rush. Looking around for an exit all he saw was the angry maws of wolves and foxes, all a bit shorter then he bit all very threatening.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

She landed awkwardly on all fours, but from a distance, it looked as if it were done gracefully and on purpose. "I'm Rigor." she whispered.. She stood up on her haunches and looked down at her fist to see the small cuts spitting out  bloody shards of glass and slowly seal up. I didn't even have to think about it. She shifted her eyes to the end of the alleyway. She hadn't been noticed. Luckily, she had bursted out of the window into an abandoned alley. She began inspecting herself, feeling down her spine to find its actual ridges protruding. She had horns, a tail, even her spiked cuffs.. She was fascinated to find that not a single detail was left out. She really had become Rigor.. And she was beautiful, just as she drew her.

Her ears perked as she heard an angry crowd at the end of the alley, and suddenly felt the urge to go see what it was.. The crowd was made up of foxes and wolves.. Fun, fun. She was finding herself impulsively thinking as her character would.. Her own thoughts on the back burner for now. Her claws clicked the cobblestone alley as she began building speed. Without warning, she bashed into one of the foxes, sending him flying forward into another. "Get him! Get him! The vermin!" She yelled continuing on her way.. "Mosh pit!" she added as an afterthought.

[Vosur Aekira]

Waking up on the very outskirts of town, he got up and clutched at his forehead. "Whoa, gotta go to work today... " he mentioned before he glanced about as he tried to gain his bearings, then started to inspect himself in a reflection on some water. "Wait, where am I? And I don't remember not having shaved that long.." he joked as he felt on his face, feeling his whiskers and blinking at the water. "Well, at least I won't have to worry about wearing a uniform." he muttered as he got up and checked the rest of his new body out. "...but being in ripped clothing isn't my style."

He saw his legs and almost jumped. "I... I am Vosur now, no doubt about it, but I've got to get these battered things repaired or else they won't do me any good here." he mentioned as he started to walk to the area of the town that showed more activity. "Furthermore, I don't have any money, so it might be a good idea to find some way to get some..." were the thoughts running through his head, every once in a while a step being almost missed as his legs had apparently took quite a beating prior to his getting here.

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

As I slept, I could hear the sounds of my surrounding environment, they didn't sound familiar to my ears, so I woke myself out of bed and looked around my new living space. "What is this," I murmured, attempting to clearing my throat, "where am I?" I tried to clear my grating voice again, but to no avail, it didn't feel like there was something stuck in my throat, but something wrong with it. The place wasn't familiar at all, it looked to me like an old Renaissance-style home, with non-laminated wood floors and many paintings on the walls, mostly of buildings and scenery, but no people, and none of them looked to be photographs. "How odd..." Walking over to the bathroom, and noticing that the mirror is broken into several shards of glass on the floor, and the flush toilet was replaced by a pit toilet in a board surface at sitting height. "This is just getting weirder and weirder by the minute." turning away from the bathroom, I hear -and feel- a thump behind me. I turn my head to see a large lizard tail, trailing behind me. I fell into panic mode, not knowing where I was, or what I was for that matter. My hands had two fingers and one thumb, I want back into the bathroom and picked up a piece of the broken mirror. I was afraid of what I might see, my eyes were closed as I held the shard up to my face, and was reluctant to even open them...

[PhantomStone]

Trish awoke in a dark area. The girl groggily opened her eyes; she saw absolutely nothing through the darkness. what the heck... Trish thought as she tried in vain to see any source of light. Even in the dead of night at her old home she could spot some light, her alarm clock, lights from outside, her smoke detector, something at least.

The girl sat up and leaned back into the brick wall of the alley way behind her. She yelped out loud as she felt something on her back get bruised by bumping it into the wall. She immediately clutched her ears as the sound from her yell bounced off the wall and crashed into her ear drums. As the sound hit her ears, the girl yelped even louder from the pain. The girl bit her lip and moaned from the pain in her ears.

what is happening to me she thought dimly as the sound waves her ears picked up mapped out the alley way she was in. her brain drew out the alley way in her mind. Almost like the way she had seen her brother draw up video games on his computer. She slowly stood up finding no light again but seeing more patters in their rightful place based on distance from her. she shook her head and stumbled out of the alley way she was in, all the sounds from the walkway she had came into assaulted her long and sensitive ears. She put her hands over her ears to no avail. She quickly fell down in pain from the sheer volume of noise and all the patterns bouncing off the objects there, sheer sensory overload sent her unconscious.

[Somebody]

 The paws of furs grabbed at him, all with hostile intent. 'What is wrong with you people?" he yelled unsure what was going on. Had it not been for the angry mob he might of been amused by the own snakelike hiss in his voice. They shoved him and he shoved back, it was a survival situation and he wasn't going to go down without a fight. Reaching out he slammed his clawed fist into a wolf, then another not truly wanting to kill but get away. The last thing he needed was his first actions in this new world to be murder. As he fought a voice rang through the crowd, "Mosh Pit!" It struck him as odd but due to the situation he didn't really have the time to analyze its misplacement in the era. He growled and threw his weight forward, creating a break in the furred barrier. He rushed forth and down the street, ducking through alleyway to alleyway trying to hide out. At last he seemed to have found a quiet moment.

  "These people act as if I killed somebody, yet I've only just arrived. What is going on here?" he huffed, finally getting to amuse over his voice. Was the first sense of being that he truly enjoyed since that shattering realization upon his supposed arrival. Had he always been Tezztor, stuck in a dream or was he a human dreaming this up? The question seemed to have no logical answer and at the moment seemed to be one of those unanswerable puzzles to life. He took a deep breath through his muzzle and he was flooded with tons of weird scents, but not just smells he seemed to understand their meanings. A wolf in heat, a territorial fox all this information flooded him. Another reptilian scent caught him, one fairly nearby.

  "I saw you run into this alleyway" the female voice rang into his ears, startling him. Feeling like he had just had his heart pulled up into his throat he turned to her. "You scared me" he managed. His eyes wandered, looking her over trying to get a sense of who she was though it seemed something beyond that was controlling his actions even despite what had happened. She was an iguana of some sort, black on the top and white on the underside. She had a fine figure with very silken scales that made everything around her seem rough and crude. She moved with a grace almost otherworldly to him, like an omni-present being walking amongst a dream. Before he could lift his eyes and second figure emerged, a twin of unfathomable likeness to the first. The female giggled at his curiosity, "If you don't mind lifting your eyes above my neck for a moment maybe we can be of help to you. A raptor such as yourself should know better then to wader aimlessly through the less civilized sections of the city." She smiled and moved closer to him, looking him over as well. "Your going to need nicer clothes though and a place to stay right?" The other female jumped in as if continuing the other's conversation, seemingly like they shared a telepathic link. Jumping back and forth in perfect rythym it almost seemed like a trick show for a crowd. "By the way I am Liszardia,"The first twin mentioned. "This is my sister Nara"

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Her claws continued to click rhythmically as she picked up her pace, her feelings going from excitement to panic. She just helped an angry mob for no reason, she didn't even get a chance to see what's going on.. And didn't think about the consequences. The dragoness looked back to see a few wolves and foxes pushing angrily through the crowd, and pushed over a vendor, jumping through his push stall with an odd grace she had never known before. It crashed to the road, spilling his merchandise everywhere as she made her escape.

She had caught a weird scent amid the crowd, but didn't understand it, as her brain was untrained in scent analysis. She just knew it wasn't like the wolves or foxes. There were so many scents, it wasn't like her old life.. Her senses were heightened to almost paranoia. Though at first this world seemed to be fun and games, she slowly realized that her mate was not beside her when she had awaken like he was when she had fallen asleep to take a nap with him. He was gone. Her eyes grew wide as she wondered where she was.. If he was still where she had come from and she wasn't there. She didn't understand it, how would she get back? How did she get here? Was it a dream? Couldn't be, it was too vivid. Her character seemed to be taking over as well.. And it bothered her because if Rigor came out, it would be her imagination unleashed... Which was not always a good thing.

Another glance over her shoulder revealed the angry vendor joining the few from the crowd, cursing and waving his fists. She had to find a place to hide and soon or something bad would happen, she was sure.. Her mind was reeling with everything that was happening around her.. She was so caught up in everything, she lapsed. Rigor stopped and turned to face the canines, her maw snarling into a vicious grin. "Time to have fun~"

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

The first thing that I saw when I finally opened my eyes was a large, scaly dinosaur-like muzzle. There wasn't much to see, as I had almost instantly dropped the mirror shard. I felt a little dizzy and lightheaded, and a slight electric jolt sensation flowed through my body, my right eye blinked repeatedly as it always did in moments of distress. "It's not right, it's not real!" I thought quickly, in an instant I closed my eyes tight for a few seconds and sharply opened them again - it was something that I found that could wake myself up from my nightmares - but I did not wake up, I looked down at my hands and feet, they were still the same; scaled and clawed at the ends, with less digits than my *normal* feet. I felt my face, first I ran my clawed fingers along my left eye ridge, it was rough and stiff like bone, and it had about a dozen short and pointy spikes along the edge, "This... is real." now fascinated, yet terrified at the same time, I then opened my toothy maw, my teeth were rounded at their bases, sharp at their tips and slightly curved. "How could this have happened?" I said, looking over the rest of my body, wearing tattered clothes that seemed to be made for my new shape and size. After I had composed myself and readied to face the world behind the front door, I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, placing my claws on the door handle and hesitantly turning it and pulling the door open and stepping out...

[Somebody]

Tezztor followed the two iguanas down the road, it all seemed so odd to him. First he wakes up as his pride and joy Tezztor, then he was about killed in the street for it only to run away and find two of his own characters greeting him. They were more beautiful then he imagined, very fine and athletic bodies but he guessed thats what you get when you design two travelers. They both kept looking back at him as they giggled back and forth. "What is this some kind of game?" he thought to himself a bit frustrated at their actions despite his predicament. Finally he worked up the nerve, "So... where are we going?" it seemed like the right question, not too suspicious at all considering they magically showed up at the right time. Nara turned back to him, all playfulness wiped off her face as if he had just insulted her lost mother. "We are going to our place, there you can rest while we pick you up some things." Liszardia turned to add, again with perfect timing. The raptor merely smirked, shrugged and they continued on their way.

  Down the street they went, as if it were any other day in a mystical land. Traveling with them the furs didn't seem to notice him as much, like suddenly that spat earlier was just a distant memory. Out of the corner of his eye he swore he saw a familiar dragon chameleon. he rubbed his eyes just to make sure but upon opening them again she was gone. "Maybe I've just lost my mind, if I ever wake up again I'm gonna lay off the furry world a bit." he said barely audible. The two sisters turned back to look at him, then each other and Nara walked off over to one of the various merchants. Liszardia got up uncomfortably close, almost as if she were his mate pining for a loving embrace. "So what is a raptor like you doing in this parts." Tezztor, not the least bit amused raised a brow, "Robbing from the rich and giving to the poor." he said sarcastically. "To be perfectly I don't remember anything." It was a lie as he didn't want to look crazy saying he was from another world, but it would do for the time being. She smiled, "We will help you till you remember, its just nobody has seen a raptor in over 50 years. We all thought your species was extinct. It's rather exciting to see one of you."

  Tezztor looked at her, accepting her kindness if only to accept any help he might get. "Nobody else seemed this happy to see me, in fact they looked as if they wanted to kill me." he offered. She looked around as if saddened by that thought. "Wolves and the Raptors of the marsh had a horrible war, but suddenly the raptors vanished as if they never were. You being here might worry some of them that raptors are back to finish what they started." she looked up into his eyes solemnly. It were as if he were a loved one being sent to war and she didn't want him to go.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

It was as if she were watching a picture show.. The three had been there and before she knew it, Rigor had her hands around the neck of the fox.. She had ripped off her rags and choked him with them, snapping his neck at just the angle where he didn't die immediately.. He had to run out of breath first. The wolf, caught off guard, hesitated before jumping on her back, and digging his claws into her. Rigor let out a growl, almost sickeningly as if out of pleasure, then scooped up his arm and broke it with her tail and threw him to the ground. He was an old fellow, and just as he was pleading for his life, she got uncomfortably close and ripped out his throat with her jaws. Rigor turned for the third fellow, but by the time she had wreaked this much carnage, he had disappeared. She grinned, spitting out the chunk of flesh she had ripped from the wolf out and released a victorious roar loud enough to be heard throughout the square as a warning. Rigor glanced around to relish the fear she would instill in the others' hearts.. But there was none. No one panicked. They all continued by as if nothing had happened.

She looked down, seeing the bodies there.. And came back to. Rigor was gone just as quickly as she had come.. She had come without warning, but made it clear nothing would stand in her way.. Especially furballs. There was a metallic taste in her mouth, and at once she realized it was the wolf's blood.. But oddly enough, it didn't bother her as much as it should have. She stood in the square, covered in gore.. Numb. This world, these things.. They were too much. The world was spinning around her as she tried to focus on all the scents and sights. She wondered when and if the law would scout her out.. And didn't care. The first thing thing she had done was vandalize a house.. Now she was a murderer. What a great impression she had made thusfar.

[PhantomStone]

Trish shivered slightly as she stood up again, as result from tasting the dust in her mouth from falling down a bit ago. she rubbed her aching head and tried to sort out all the information coming in through her ears. she tried to see with her eyes out of sheer habit, only to find her self still trapped in her dark world. Trish put her hands over her angular face, feeling the unfamiliar contours of her new face. this can not be happening she thought to herself as the avian slumped against the wall behind her, she yelped forgetting her new sensitive wings. the extra noise coming from inside her head sent her head pounding even harder. god mother son's of she immediately spouted off every curse she had picked up from hanging out with many different groups of kids through her early life.

needless to say her repitour (spelling is off i know) of curses was commendable. swearing out harder than more than a few sailors got the girl's mind off the pain in her head. i need to find some place quiet Trish thought to herself. figuring she could then sort this out after her head stopped pounding. the avian girl shakily stood up and covered her ears against the noise that bombarded her. she tried walking but found that with out her eye sight, she was hopeless. she soon smashed her bare foot into the wall near her. biting off a curse she walked out farther into the street. her head still pounding as she knocked into a big some one.

before she knew what was happening a big thick pair of furry warm arms wrapped around the girl. "th' street's ain't no place fer' a littl' lass like yerself" a big dog furry of some kind said to Trish giving her a solid thing to hold on to and steady herself on. "can i 'elp ya get to yer home fer the night" the dog asked worriedly to the blind girl shaking in his big arms. Trish gulped and looked up, this could be her chance out of here "I'm a bit lost sir, can you help me to the woods please?" the girl said kindly. the big dog's face changed into one of concern "yer an avian, we don't see many 'round 'ere. why do ye want to go into th' wood?" Trish's face froze. this can't be happening she thought as the realisation sunk into her thick and pounding skull. she reached up and felt the face of the kind dog. a furry thick box shaped muzzle formed in her hands. the wings, the blindness, the hearing, the big ears. Trish was somehow turned into her original fursona. phantom falcon. "are ye ok miss?" the dog's worried voice shocked Trish out of her stupor. "what's yer name?" he inquired as he set the girl down back onto the street.

Trish looked up to where she thought the dog's face would be. "I'm phantom, phantom falcon" she said a little nervously "i just need some help getting to the town gate, my brother has a small camp just outside of town, i came in here looking for some things. i just got a little lost is all" she said, quickly fabricating a lie. the dog nodded "i just came into this town me self, odd place, come on, i'll take ye to th' woods." the dog said leading ghost to the town gate.

[Vosur Aekira]

((Sorry for how this will go, but I had to do it in dialect and script-form for easier passing back-and-forth))

He started to get used to walking with his new legs, memories of the story behind his character flooding into his head as he started his way into the center of the bustling town. His eyesight and sense of smell were both better than they were previously, but something instilled in him that he thought he recognized... a smell resembling metal. "Stop getting distracted Vosur... survival first then investigate." he muttered to himself. He eventually came across a small building, the smell of burning metal came from there. "A smithy, that would explain that scent, but it's slightly different than it was before." The two-tailed wolf slightly staggered in, seeing a large bear with one arm in a sling working on a single sword glancing up at the individual who just entered.

Bear: "An' whot cann'I do for'ye?" he spoke out in a familiar accent as he rose to his feet. "Sorry, but if'n ye'want new arm'r, you cannae have't fir 'nother week. I'm backed fir se'en tasks already." He shifted a bit as he used his good arm to adjust the sling.

Vosur: "Sorry, but I'm hoping I may be able to assist you. I do know some medicine, and I may be able to help you with what you have going. I wish to be able to earn some living and at least dress a bit better than this. May I have a look at that arm?"

Bear: "So's we got a doct'r and a cra'tsman in our midst?" he jokes as he waves to accept him back behind the customer-greeting room. "If'n you kin do what ye'say, then whate'er you make that i'nt a job is yirs, an' 10 gol' pir job ya' make that meets mae likin'. 'ow's that sound?"

Vosur: He starts taking a gentle feeling along the arm where it was bandaged up. "Compound fracture... radial... wasn't set in right." he mutters to himself before answering the bear. "Sounds good to me. How much is a normal job?" he glances up before looking back down to the arm quickly. "And I would recommend biting down on something."

The bear had a quick idea on what the two-tailed white wolf was about to do, so he grabbed a three-inch-thick leather strap and immediately bit into it as Vosur had snapped the bone out of and back into proper position before he quickly re-wrapped it and grabbed two large pieces of wood, then wrapped those around it as well before putting it back into the sling. The sheer pain caused the blacksmith bear to bite completely through the leather, but he remained still as the pain seemed to subside fairly quickly.

Bear: He spat out the piece of leather and dropped whatever remained of the other parts. "'undred fir mail, 'undred-fi'ty fir plate, an' fi'ty for s'ards. An' thank'ye Doc... an' whot's yer name ag'n?"

Vosur: He paused for a moment, looking up at the bear and adjusting the sling that the bear had improvised for himself. "Vosur Aeon. And no "doc", please. I'd rather earn my keep, Sir."

Bear: He laughed a bit, using his good hand to slap Vosur on the back. "Jus' call me "Ba'r", 'm one fir no formalities 'ither. But, since ye'saved me'business and me'arm..." he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small pouch, dropping it at Vosur's feet. "Thir's twenty gold an' yer'more an'welcome t' use th' 'prentice-house. 've never had 'ne, but ye'need to dress better th'n rags fir t'marrow's wirk. B'tter hurry 'fore soon sets!"

Vosur bows out of respect and picks up the pouch, seeing the money in it and wanders out, a tight grip on his first earning for the day as he looked about the rest of the busy square, his eyes scanning for a tailor.

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

As I walked through the door, I felt nervous and precarious, but kept as calm of an appearance as I could manage with this new face. "I have to find help, and find out how this happened to me." I thought to myself as the sunlight briefly blinded my eyes, it was as bright as it had always been, but this time it felt like my eyes were somewhat more sensitive to its harshness. Within a couple seconds, I saw that everyone around the streets were anthropomorphic creatures of all colors, shapes and sizes. "No way..." quietly I spoke, and my mouth hung open with disbelief. A few dreadful stares were made at me, and I snapped out of my awestruck state. "What are you staring at? Go on, git!" The few Anthros that once stood there staring at me now hurried away, probably to avoid getting eaten. "I could get used to this!" Likely if I had been in my Human body, those guys would have beaten me to a pulp, or so I imagined. This new sense of power made me feel good, like I had a real stand in life rather than just an opinion. I felt like I could coerce the world into my convictions, make people see things the way I saw them, but little did I know that I was the one being indoctrinated into a malevolent belief...