u/santiberto

basically the active item is supposed to cause confusion when used but i can´t get it to work heres the code:

local mod=RegisterMod("giges", 1)
local gigesRing=Isaac.GetItemIdByName("giges ring")
local player=Isaac.GetPlayer(playerIndex)
local ringDuration=10000


function mod:RingUse(item)
    local roomEntities = Isaac.GetRoomEntities()
    for _, entity in ipairs(roomEntities) do
        if entity:IsActiveEnemy() and entity:IsVulnerableEnemy() then
            entity:AddConfusion(
            EntityRef(player),
             ringDuration, true)
          


        end
    end


    return {
        Discharge = true,
        Remove = true,
        ShowAnim=true
    }
end


mod:AddCallback(ModCallbacks.MC_USE_ITEM, mod.RingUse, gigesRing)

What do you hope to see in the social links of persona 6? What stories or some perks they can give you?

The tree keeps looking at me

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I live in a small rural town where all the houses are quite far apart, and we all have a lot of trees. Sometimes we even use them to divide the terrain between neighbors. But this one tree is different,w it looks like it has a face.

​

At first, I knew that wasn’t enough to claim the tree was looking at me or that anything paranormal was happening, even when I didn’t know how a whole tree could grow in the middle of my backyard. I thought it was funny, so I joked about it with my friends and even used it as a reaction picture. The face looked annoyed.

​

However, the face soon started shifting its position to look directly at my house. The shape remained perfectly clear and didn’t change at all. I thought that was especially weird because the tree hadn’t grown in height. The trunk and branches looked exactly the same, yet the face had moved.

​

On the other hand, the roots of the tree had begun to grow. At first it was subtle, but soon they were pushing out of the ground. I couldn’t even walk around my backyard without tripping over them. Meanwhile, the other trees started to die. It seemed like this tree’s roots were stealing all the nutrients from the soil.

​

Logically annoyed, I decided to cut it down. The moment I tried to use my chainsaw, the tree proved far too strong; it damaged the chain. I haven’t bought a replacement yet.

​

The next day, the face on the tree was smiling. At first I thought it was mocking my failed attempt, but then I noticed a rotten smell coming from my garden. As I mentioned, this is a rural town, so everything is far away, including the pet cemetery. That’s why I buried my pets in my backyard. I preferred having them close to me rather than making a three hour drive that I would only do once. Now I deeply regret that decision.

​

All of them had been pushed out of their tombs: three dogs and two cats. The roots had forced them out of their graves, completely destroying the stones I had for their graves.

​

I don’t know what to do. I thought about burning it, but not only is that illegal, the roots are spread all over my backyard, so it would be dangerous.

​

I tried talking to a botanist, but it just made things worse. When he arrived, he said he didn’t recognize the tree and that it could be an endangered species, so I couldn’t remove it or else he would tell the police. The only useful information he told me was that it wasn't a native tree and that it was still developing since it didn't have any kind of flowers or fruits, so for now it couldn't reproduce. At least that was a relief.

​

Not only could I not physically destroy it, but now I couldn’t legally destroy it either. I was devastated. Those roots… those roots keep growing. They started to grow on my walls and windows, completely blocking my view from all the back windows, and the tree itself still looked the same. It didn't grow; it was just the roots. Now the only way I can see the backyard is by going outside and facing that mocking face.

​

The neighbors came to my door. They told me how some of their trees were dying and the roots had started invading their gardens too. The only thing I could say was that it was an endangered species so I couldn't touch it at all. They left my house angry. That tree is destroying everything I have my house, my sanity, and my relationship with my neighbors.

​

I have to spend all of my money to fix everything that the tree destroys. Even worse, Jorge, a neighbor of mine, just sued me because one of the tree's roots destroyed a wall of his house. I barely have money to eat now that I have to spend everything covering the damage of that fucking tree.

​

I don’t know what to do. The roots keep growing exponentially overnight, and the only thing I can do is watch as this thing destroys my house. If it keeps growing like this... I can’t move out; I don’t even have the money to repair the damage those heavy roots are causing.

​

Please, please tell me what I should do.

Sorry for not posting for a few days,some things happened, and I had to recover my account.

One comment suggested using herbicide, so I bought some and used just a little. I kept the rest in the house to use the next day. When I woke up the following morning, the root where I had applied the herbicide hadn’t grown, so I thought that was progress. However, another root had made its way inside the house, it was the first one that had reached there. The root had grown around the herbicide, so I could no longer reach it.

At least it was useful for my neighbors. I had told them it would hold the roots back, and they had very few. It was a little late for me, though.

Then I thought my chainsaw was broken, but I still had an axe. At first, I didn’t think of using it on the tree because a log that big couldn’t be cut with an axe. Those roots, however… I grabbed the axe and started hitting them. It was pretty hard, and I was getting tired. When I finally broke one open, there was an explosion of orange liquid. It fell like hot candy and burned me, so I went to the nearest clinic.

There, they told me the substance wasn’t actually hot, it was acidic. They warned me not to get it near heat. While the doctor was removing it from my skin, he left some on a nearby heater, and the liquid ignited rapidly. I thanked the doctor and went home.

When I got home, one of my neighbors told me they had heard a big noise coming from my house. I entered and saw that my roof was broken, along with a broken root. Sap was everywhere in the living room. My heater was there, so not only could I not turn it on, I couldn’t even get close without damaging my feet beyond repair. That night, I went to sleep without cooking, I was too scared to turn the stove on.

In the morning, I just stayed in bed thinking and didn’t move a muscle for an hour. Then I realized I could leave. My parents were far away. At first, I had hoped to recover my house, but now I just wanted to never see that tree again.

I tried taking my car, but when I opened the garage door, I saw that all the roots were blocking the way. I grabbed my axe, covered my face as best I could with some sheets, and put on the biggest coat I could find. Of course, the sap dropped everywhere. I got in my car and started driving, but the sap damaged my tires. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking. I started walking to the closest bus station. The trip took 50 minutes on one bus and another 20 minutes on a second bus.

When I arrived at my parents’ house, they were worried about me. They said I looked pretty bad. When I explained everything to them, my father wouldn’t believe me. I knew he didn’t see me as an adult, but before this it hadn’t been a problem, we only saw each other on festivities. Hearing him talk to me like a child was something I could stand just seven days a year.

With my mother, on the other hand, we always fought. Sometimes it didn’t even matter what we were fighting about, and we both knew it. But I guess that was simply our relationship. At first, I was surprised she was believing me. They said I could stay there for some time.

That night, while I was trying to sleep, I heard them talking. My father thought this was childish. “An evil tree?” he said while laughing. “Come on, you know that’s absurd.”

My mother replied, “Yes, I know, but just think for a moment, what’s something so horrible that would make you quit your job and run away from your town, and you couldn’t talk to anyone about it?”

I was surprised she was defending me. I was happy she was on my side for something. Of course, it was for the wrong reason, but still, she was on my side. I didn’t hear anything else the rest of the night.

A few days passed, and I finally managed to sell the property. It went for a very low price, around 500 dollars, but I wasn’t planning on coming back anyway. My mother was happy for me, but my father was angry. I told him I wouldn’t go back to that town, and he just went to bed without saying anything.

The next day, I woke up and Dad wasn’t there. My mom was nervous and told me that my dad had gone to see the house. I messaged him, hoping he would answer, and he did. He said, “Wow, those roots really got out of control. I had to park one street away since the roots were destroying the street.” He sent me a photo of the house. It was completely covered in roots except for the main door. The street and the grass around it were also full of roots. It looked like the neighbors hadn’t taken my advice seriously.

I told my dad to get out of there as quickly as he could, but he just replied, “Not before I cut those roots. You know, son, you really have to take care of these things. Put some effort in, you should try that someday.” That was the last message I got from him.

I was devastated. I kept texting him all day, waiting for a reply, but he didn’t answer. My mom was calling him all day with the same results. I was about to go to sleep, but I just couldn’t. I couldn’t let that tree just take and take and take.

I thought about cutting a root and setting the inside on fire. It would burn pretty quickly. However, my neighbors were completely surrounded by those roots—they would probably die in the fire. But… they were going to die anyway, weren’t they?

I went home using my mom’s car. I brought two gas canisters, a lighter, and a new axe. When I arrived, the door was still the only thing not covered in roots, while the street and the neighbors’ houses seemed even more consumed by the roots than in the photo my father had sent.

When I entered the house, the roots were covering everything, leaving only a small hallway leading to the backyard door. It was made of glass, so the moment I entered, I could see the tree staring back at me. As I advanced through the hallway, I smelled rot. For my own good, I tried to ignore it, since I knew exactly what that smell was, or rather, who it was.

I carefully placed the gas canisters around the tree. When I was about to light it, I looked it in the face one last time. This time, it was almost funny. Just like the first time I saw him, he was still smiling. It looked like he wouldn’t have time to change his expression. Seeing that tree, that had tortured me, completely incapable of saving itself and still smiling made me happy.

I opened the valves on the gas canisters and went back to the street. I started hitting one of the roots until I cut it. The sap splashed, and I lit it with my lighter. The fire started spreading rapidly through the tree. I ran to the car. While I was driving away, I heard a big boom and knew it was over.

I heard on the news about the big explosion. They said there were 5 deaths and 7 people hospitalized. I was sad about that, but when they showed footage of the area, the tree was completely gone. I had won, and I wouldn’t have to see that tree ever again.

I threw my phone away, not only because of the texts that could incriminate me, but because I don’t want to hear or see anything about that tree ever again. So this will be the last time I’ll talk about it. Goodbye.

​

I live in a small rural town where all the houses are quite far apart, and we all have a lot of trees. Sometimes we even use them to divide the terrain between neighbors. But this one tree is different,w it looks like it has a face.

At first, I knew that wasn’t enough to claim the tree was looking at me or that anything paranormal was happening, even when I didn’t know how a whole tree could grow in the middle of my backyard. I thought it was funny, so I joked about it with my friends and even used it as a reaction picture. The face looked annoyed.

However, the face soon started shifting its position to look directly at my house. The shape remained perfectly clear and didn’t change at all. I thought that was especially weird because the tree hadn’t grown in height. The trunk and branches looked exactly the same, yet the face had moved.

On the other hand, the roots of the tree had begun to grow. At first it was subtle, but soon they were pushing out of the ground. I couldn’t even walk around my backyard without tripping over them. Meanwhile, the other trees started to die. It seemed like this tree’s roots were stealing all the nutrients from the soil.

Logically annoyed, I decided to cut it down. The moment I tried to use my chainsaw, the tree proved far too strong; it damaged the chain. I haven’t bought a replacement yet.

The next day, the face on the tree was smiling. At first I thought it was mocking my failed attempt, but then I noticed a rotten smell coming from my garden. As I mentioned, this is a rural town, so everything is far away, including the pet cemetery. That’s why I buried my pets in my backyard. I preferred having them close to me rather than making a three hour drive that I would only do once. Now I deeply regret that decision.

All of them had been pushed out of their tombs: three dogs and two cats. The roots had forced them out of their graves, completely destroying the stones I had for their graves.

I don’t know what to do. I thought about burning it, but not only is that illegal, the roots are spread all over my backyard, so it would be dangerous.

I tried talking to a botanist, but it just made things worse. When he arrived, he said he didn’t recognize the tree and that it could be an endangered species, so I couldn’t remove it or else he would tell the police. The only useful information he told me was that it wasn't a native tree and that it was still developing since it didn't have any kind of flowers or fruits, so for now it couldn't reproduce. At least that was a relief.

Not only could I not physically destroy it, but now I couldn’t legally destroy it either. I was devastated. Those roots… those roots keep growing. They started to grow on my walls and windows, completely blocking my view from all the back windows, and the tree itself still looked the same. It didn't grow; it was just the roots. Now the only way I can see the backyard is by going outside and facing that mocking face.

The neighbors came to my door. They told me how some of their trees were dying and the roots had started invading their gardens too. The only thing I could say was that it was an endangered species so I couldn't touch it at all. They left my house angry. That tree is destroying everything I have my house, my sanity, and my relationship with my neighbors.

I have to spend all of my money to fix everything that the tree destroys. Even worse, Jorge, a neighbor of mine, just sued me because one of the tree's roots destroyed a wall of his house. I barely have money to eat now that I have to spend everything covering the damage of that fucking tree.

I don’t know what to do. The roots keep growing exponentially overnight, and the only thing I can do is watch as this thing destroys my house. If it keeps growing like this... I can’t move out; I don’t even have the money to repair the damage those heavy roots are causing.

Please, please tell me what I should do.