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2023.06.01 16:57 Acceptable_Sun_2533 meat
 | im doing a early-link cosplay, with the arcaic tunic and a wooden club fused with meat, its just the first hand of paint and once its done i will add details submitted by Acceptable_Sun_2533 to tearsofthekingdom [link] [comments] |
2023.06.01 16:49 Red-it_with_mitch Druid homebrew mission/item help
If you know the name Trumpeto Woodwynd please don’t read…
Now that the party is gone, I’m In a party of 4-6 (depends on peoples availability) plus our DM. We just finished mines of phandelver and are all lvl 6. I asked if I could try DM a one shot with the same group (my character has to leave the group for a session anyways). He said yes. So this will be my first time DM.
Session will start at the mines because that’s where we left off, on the journey back the party will come across a strange tavern in the woods called the sleepy Tavern which sells sleepy ale which gives you a good night sleep, here’s hoping they drink it. Here they meet the original DMs character who joins the party. They Go to bed, wake up with a temporary +2 skill points.
What they don’t know is it’s not real, it’s a dream/nightmare that the Druid is having (Also a safety net for me incase I kill some of them) .They go outside and see the trees are dying, dead animals laying about, mostly squirrels and rabbits, then on their journey they will come across a strange entrance or should an earthquake erupt and create a crevasse that they fall into? Dex save for landing? Anyways they enter an old dungeon filled with monsters and puzzles to get through.
Every time the Druid gets hurt everyone will make a con save with disadvantage except the Druid who gets advantage, if they beat the Druid score, off to another room irl and say, you wake up in the sleepy tavern to Druid grunting or shaking or a kick or something like that, if they try to wake the Druid, he can’t be woke.
I’ve 4 puzzles planned and 4 battles, if the party starts to go down or time is running out I’ll cut it short and Druid will hear in his head “run”, he’ll get chased down a hall to an alter with a floating wooden ring which I’m assuming he’ll attempt to grab, he’ll see the ring dodge his hand and go right onto his finger and grow roots into his knuckle, everything fades black, enter scene Druid2 with a dim light around him who tells him what the ring is, talks about him being the chosen one, promised one, to save all naturekind.
While talking to Druid2 he will be making con saves increasingly more difficult deciding when he wakes during the conversation, kind of like how you don’t remember much of dreams when you wake up. But he wakes up with the ring still on his finger.
Any suggestions you have about the mission would be awesome, haven’t really prepared much, plan to blue script most of it so far because it’ll probably go off the rails knowing the party.
As for the item I’m thinking a ring of shape shifting, 3 charges, renews at sunrise. Has carvings of a salmon, a pigeon, and a bunny. Can turn into any CR0 animal, but I feel this is too weak for late game, I want it to be a ring that will grow with him hence the roots growing into his knuckle, feed off his energy. Renews after long rest maybe? And would it make sense after lvl 10 CR0.5, lvl 15 CR1, lvl 20 CR2?
Also Druids background is nature scientist man, that’s it…
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Now that the party is gone, I’m In a party of 4-6 (depends on peoples availability) plus our DM. We just finished mines of phandelver and are all lvl 6. I asked if I could try DM a one shot with the same group (my character has to leave the group for a session anyways). He said yes. So this will be my first time DM.
Session will start at the mines because that’s where we left off, on the journey back the party will come across a strange tavern in the woods called the sleepy Tavern which sells sleepy ale which gives you a good night sleep, here’s hoping they drink it. Here they meet the original DMs character who joins the party. They Go to bed, wake up with a temporary +2 skill points.
What they don’t know is it’s not real, it’s a dream/nightmare that the Druid is having (Also a safety net for me incase I kill some of them) .They go outside and see the trees are dying, dead animals laying about, mostly squirrels and rabbits, then on their journey they will come across a strange entrance or should an earthquake erupt and create a crevasse that they fall into? Dex save for landing? Anyways they enter an old dungeon filled with monsters and puzzles to get through.
Every time the Druid gets hurt everyone will make a con save with disadvantage except the Druid who gets advantage, if they beat the Druid score, off to another room irl and say, you wake up in the sleepy tavern to Druid grunting or shaking or a kick or something like that, if they try to wake the Druid, he can’t be woke.
I’ve 4 puzzles planned and 4 battles, if the party starts to go down or time is running out I’ll cut it short and Druid will hear in his head “run”, he’ll get chased down a hall to an alter with a floating wooden ring which I’m assuming he’ll attempt to grab, he’ll see the ring dodge his hand and go right onto his finger and grow roots into his knuckle, everything fades black, enter scene Druid2 with a dim light around him who tells him what the ring is, talks about him being the chosen one, promised one, to save all naturekind.
While talking to Druid2 he will be making con saves increasingly more difficult deciding when he wakes during the conversation, kind of like how you don’t remember much of dreams when you wake up. But he wakes up with the ring still on his finger.
Any suggestions you have about the mission would be awesome, haven’t really prepared much, plan to blue script most of it so far because it’ll probably go off the rails knowing the party.
As for the item I’m thinking a ring of shape shifting, 3 charges, renews at sunrise. Has carvings of a salmon, a pigeon, and a bunny. Can turn into any CR0 animal, but I feel this is too weak for late game, I want it to be a ring that will grow with him hence the roots growing into his knuckle, feed off his energy. Renews after long rest maybe? And would it make sense after lvl 10 CR0.5, lvl 15 CR1, lvl 20 CR2?
Also Druids background is nature scientist man, that’s it…
2023.06.01 16:44 gretakarol Inadvertently stopped 20mg Lexapro cold turkey - my horrific experience with restarting
I made a HUGE mistake and inadvertently stopped taking 20mg Lexapro after 13 years!!!!! For 5 months I thought I was literally going crazy. I had no idea why all of a sudden my husband and I were having all these issues. I contacted my PCP to ask if we could increase to 30mg - she said yes. I went into my medicine cabinet to update my meds for the following day and TO MY TOTAL SURPRISE realized I had not been taking Lexapro at all since early December (it was mid April when I figured it out). W. T. F.!!!
We had switched pharmacies and insurance providers in December - and also my Lexapro script expired in December and I also got all inspired to clean my med drawer and somehow the bottle slipped to the back of the drawer. The perfect storm.
So - I had apparently gone into cold turkey Lexapro withdrawal. What a f-in nightmare.
During the time when I was going through withdrawal the following happened:
She also prescribed 25 mg Vistaril for panic which maybe helped?
I was waking up every morning and sobbing and shivering and panicing - off and on ALL DAMN DAY My poor husband.
I reached out to my PCP asking for a referral to a psychiatrist. I felt like I would never recover and be "normal" again. The first appt she had for a single consult was 3 weeks in the future. I knew I couldn't survive till then.
Someone else referred me to a Psychiatric / Mental Health Nurse Practitioner (NP) and Clinical Nurse Specialist (CNS). OMG what a freaking gift.
He took his time going through every single one of my meds. Told me he suspected the Lexapro and cut me back immediately to 5mg. He put me on Diazepam (Valium) in the morning and last thing at night. (Just to get me through this crisis).
It took about another 2 weeks for the panic to subside.
After 2 weeks he switched me to 20 mg of Prozac. 1 week later I'm on 40 mg Prozac.
All my panic and anxiety are completely gone. THANK GOODNESS. What a freaking nightmare.
We're reducing my Valium now slowly to make sure the panic is really gone. (I hate being on Valium ugh). And we're making sure I don't get addicted to that. And no more Vistaril at all.
I'm completely shocked that I had this reaction since LExapro was such a wonder drug for me for 13 years for my anxiety. When I first went on it I had no side effects - it was so easy.
Just thought my story might be helpful.
I have hope - I feel normal again. I have never in my life experienced anything even close to this.
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We had switched pharmacies and insurance providers in December - and also my Lexapro script expired in December and I also got all inspired to clean my med drawer and somehow the bottle slipped to the back of the drawer. The perfect storm.
So - I had apparently gone into cold turkey Lexapro withdrawal. What a f-in nightmare.
During the time when I was going through withdrawal the following happened:
- My (horrible and abusive) mother-in-law died - and my husband was going through his own trauma of needing to clean out her house and process her death.
- My beloved 86 year old aunt needed heart surgery and we are her next of kin
- I broke my right hand (and I walk with a cane already)
- We needed to put our beloved doggie and kitty to sleep
She also prescribed 25 mg Vistaril for panic which maybe helped?
I was waking up every morning and sobbing and shivering and panicing - off and on ALL DAMN DAY My poor husband.
I reached out to my PCP asking for a referral to a psychiatrist. I felt like I would never recover and be "normal" again. The first appt she had for a single consult was 3 weeks in the future. I knew I couldn't survive till then.
Someone else referred me to a Psychiatric / Mental Health Nurse Practitioner (NP) and Clinical Nurse Specialist (CNS). OMG what a freaking gift.
He took his time going through every single one of my meds. Told me he suspected the Lexapro and cut me back immediately to 5mg. He put me on Diazepam (Valium) in the morning and last thing at night. (Just to get me through this crisis).
It took about another 2 weeks for the panic to subside.
After 2 weeks he switched me to 20 mg of Prozac. 1 week later I'm on 40 mg Prozac.
All my panic and anxiety are completely gone. THANK GOODNESS. What a freaking nightmare.
We're reducing my Valium now slowly to make sure the panic is really gone. (I hate being on Valium ugh). And we're making sure I don't get addicted to that. And no more Vistaril at all.
I'm completely shocked that I had this reaction since LExapro was such a wonder drug for me for 13 years for my anxiety. When I first went on it I had no side effects - it was so easy.
Just thought my story might be helpful.
I have hope - I feel normal again. I have never in my life experienced anything even close to this.
2023.06.01 16:43 CynicalMaelstrom [Event] Meetings of the Council of Dorne, 846 DR
In that quiet chamber in the heart of the Tower of the Sun, sequestered away just above the throne room, the midday rays peered through heavy glass windows. A shimmering light was cast over the dark flagstones that made up the chamber’s floor, over the intricately carved shapes that danced across the walls, over the broad rubywood table that had seen generations of counsellors gather around its solar disc. The spear, piercing through it, pointed directly toward the seat at which sat the Ruler of Dorne.
Princess Aliandra Nymeros Martell had returned, and once more sat at their head, quiet and contemplative. At her right hand, too, she was joined by the figure of the Lord Marshal. Her uncle, Prince Cyrus the Ironscale, was joined by Maester Feldon, Maester of Sunspear and Ser Antwell Rush her Seneschal. She was joined too by her heir, as she sought to immerse Vyanna in the duties she would one day inherit.
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Princess Aliandra Nymeros Martell had returned, and once more sat at their head, quiet and contemplative. At her right hand, too, she was joined by the figure of the Lord Marshal. Her uncle, Prince Cyrus the Ironscale, was joined by Maester Feldon, Maester of Sunspear and Ser Antwell Rush her Seneschal. She was joined too by her heir, as she sought to immerse Vyanna in the duties she would one day inherit.
2023.06.01 16:23 RobertSKeene [The Primeval Apocalypse] - Chapter Seventy-Four (collaboration with u/hydrael)
![[The Primeval Apocalypse] - Chapter Seventy-Four (collaboration with u/hydrael)](https://b.thumbs.redditmedia.com/qNYx2khwV5szM6DC8JRCiWDgcptM36kk_0sSwL6enTA.jpg "[The Primeval Apocalypse] - Chapter Seventy-Four (collaboration with u/hydrael)") | submitted by RobertSKeene to redditserials [link] [comments] The Primeval Apocalypse by Alex Raizman and Robert Keene Start here (Prologue) Previous THUMP. THUMP THUMP THUMP. THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP. THUMP! All across my detection radius, storehouses and sheds exploded with dull thudding sounds. For those without my enhanced senses, the columns of thick black smoke would give away what we’d done. The second part of the plan. It was an awful thing to see. I had combined Peter’s remote explosives with Emma’s ability to run him around quickly and quietly. I’d told Rachel to be sure to send someone with alchemy skill, but apparently Peter fit the bill there by himself. While the entire town was focused on Rachel’s incursion, the pair of them had skulked around and identified the Mandrill’s stockpiles of herbs, planting his explosive spell on them. And now, in the critical moment before the queen could arrange to reclaim the entelodont’s loyalty, all their resources had been eliminated. The last explosion had been very near at hand, beside the partially rebuilt stable. The Mandrill queen stared at the explosion, her next command halted mid-gesture. Shortly after, the entelodont lunged at her, teeth clamping down over her shoulders and shaking her furiously. There was a loud cracking sound when her spine broke, and the giant monster bit down hard, its square incisor teeth cutting her in half. The few Mandrills who remained scattered. On the other side of the broken animal pen, the Mandrills were still fighting Rachel and her crew, but once Noaich and I returned to their side—with or without the entelodont on our team—our victory would be assured. With the field cleared of Mandrills, though, the entelodont regarded me. And I got the immediate impression that turning my back on the beast would be unwise. It wasn’t any expression that Wild Empathy was translating. It was simply a suspicion. The way it was looking between me and Noaich made me feel very uneasy. Know what you are, it snarled at last after a long moment of simply staring at each other. “Right,” I said carefully, “I’m the one who freed you.” To be your slave instead, it growled, taking a step forward. Beastmaster. It said the word as if it were the most dire accusation. “No,” I said firmly. “I’m a big fan of freedom here. I am also a big fan of not doing what you’re thinking about doing. We don’t have to be enemies here, I promise.” The entelodont wasn’t convinced. It charged. Noaich was faster than me on the draw. He snapped his jaws at the oncoming monster, and it became a blast of energy with Mistral Reach. As soon as it struck the monster on the chin, its charge slowed, but not from the impact. My companion had used Snare with the attack, buying us both a few precious seconds. Without exchanging words or preparing a plan, Noaich and I were in tune with each other. He ran left and I ran right. As I expected, the entelodont only had eyes for me, ignoring Noaich and running straight at me, way faster than I could possibly hope to escape. I was going to have to stand and fight. And by now, all of my buffs were inactive. No Howl, no Enrage, and no more of Rachel’s shouts. I was, for the moment, naked. And I was going to have to win now. If I escaped the entelodont, it might decide to wipe out Rachel and her team. Maybe not today, but from the hate in its eyes, I could tell it wasn’t going to stop hunting me until one of us was dead. Scouring the region for me would have been disastrous for every human in the region. If I could buy a few more seconds for my cooldowns though? Maybe I had a chance. Using my Climb skill, I scrambled up the wall of one of the nearest Mandrill buildings. As soon as my feet hit the roof, the monster smashed into the building, obliterating the back wall. The roof was already falling as I tried to keep running, jumping to the roof of the next stilted building. I didn’t land squarely, scrambling up onto it even as the pursuing entelodont smashed into that building as well. I thought that was going to be the end of the run, but I changed directions, jumping to building on the left instead of straight ahead, and the entelodont struggled for a moment. With the snare debuff from Noaich’s quick thinking, it couldn’t turn and get back up to speed as fast as normal. It bought me an extra second to get where I needed to be. The building that served as the headquarters for the Mandrill guard forces was two stories tall. I had to jump to the wall and climb to the top of it. From up there, though, I flung down my own Mistral Reach attack at the oncoming entelodont. This one carried the Maul status, hitting it with a bleed effect. I had the impression that this was going to be a long fight. Getting Maul up sooner rather than later was going to add up to a lot of damage over time. The beast slammed into the building. Watching the impact from above was almost mesmerizing. The wooden stilts and slats of the building splintered and sprayed out in every direction. This building was made a little sturdier, and didn’t immediately collapse as the monster passed through it like a baseball through a window, which gave me the footing to run to the far side and jump down. The entelodont emerged from the back of the building, spraying splinters of destroyed weapon racks in every direction. Unfortunately, it seemed that the weapon racks had been emptied by the Mandrill response to our attack, so the monster hadn’t been injured by passing through the building. That meant more work for me. In that case, I’d have to get started. I slammed down on the back of the monster’s neck. Landing straddling the beast proved to be unwise. I found myself wondering why they always did that in the movies. As dramatic as it was, it was obviously not very smart. Still, I clamped down with the muscles on my thighs and calves, desperate to hold position where it couldn’t fight back. It started to buck, to try and cast me off, but I doubled over as its head came up, slamming my forehead into the back of its head. Skull Bash stunned the beast briefly. Nearby, I heard Noaich’s fearsome Howl, restoring the first of the buffs I’d need for this fight. It had the same cooldown as Enrage, which meant I boosted myself with that as well. While the entelodont was stunned, I smashed my axes down on its head, hacking away. As my new axe carved into the thick bristly hide, I started stacking up the attack speed buff again, sending both weapons carving away faster and faster. The beast started to buck and thrash again as soon as the stun wore off. I held my position on its back for as long as I could, but I recognized as its flailing limbs smashed through a building that my perch here wasn’t going to last. Kicking off of the monster was risky, but not as risky as staying on. I hit the ground in a roll, dangerously close to one of its claws, but was easily able to scramble away from there before it could react. Claws slammed down, but too slow as I got to my feet, facing the beast down once more. Its wounds were closing up before my eyes already. The regeneration that had been disabled by the mind-control herb was more powerful than I’d feared. And at my command, the Mandrill’s whole stockpile of the stuff had been destroyed. I couldn’t hesitate. Every second’s pause was seeing my work undone almost as fast as I’d dished it out. I charged in again. Giant teeth chomped at me, and I moved with desperate urgency to stay ahead of them. I couldn’t afford to let it regenerate too much, but if it landed the Infected Bite debuff again, I was done for. I smashed my axes right into its face, leaving a deep gash in its nose and upper lip, sending a fountain of blood gushing into the monster’s teeth. It seemed to sense my fear, and lunged with its bloody mouth open again, forcing me to scramble to keep ahead of the chomping jaws. I hacked at it again, but my attacks bounced off of its big square teeth this time. Claws raked out at me, and I’d been so focused on avoiding getting bit, they caught me on the legs, carving away at my hit points. The monster snarled in triumph, spraying me with its blood. I battled back by lunging right back into its face, smashing one axe into its nose. I planted the weapon there and used it for leverage to swipe at its right eye with my other axe. It flinched away, stopping me from gouging the eye out, but the cut I left on its brow right above sent blood flooding down, blinding it on that side. As I backed away, I circled left, under the side of that blinded eye. Teeth chomped at where I’d been, and claws lashed out wildly. The beast snorted to try and locate me by scent, but all it got was a big sniff of its own blood from the wound I’d left there as well. Maul was keeping the open wounds bleeding, its duration persisting so long as I could keep hitting it, but even now the wounds were still closing. I couldn’t let up. I needed to pile on more and more damage. And even if I could, it looked like this battle would keep going for longer than my stamina could keep up. I needed help. I needed another damage source. And whoever came to help was going to be in extraordinary danger of getting one-shot by the monster’s deadly bite with us way too far away from Jennifer, who was the only one I knew of to remove the fatal debuff. Who would be stupid enough to rush to my aid, while still being tough enough to survive the fight? There was only one answer. And as if he sensed the thought crossing my mind… Death from above! |
2023.06.01 16:17 xtremexavier15 TSWT 25 (pt 1)
Girls: Izzy
Boys: Ezekiel, Mal
Episode 25: Planes, Trains, and Hot Air Mobiles
"Last time, on Total Drama World Tour!" Chris opened as the plane icon was shown flying northward from Rapa Nui to Alberta, Canada on the season's world map, and the jumbo jet itself was shown blowing past a precariously-balanced boulder and knocking it off its perch. "Alberta! It'll blow you away!" The barren pit in Drumheller they'd visited was shown, as was Topher sitting in the electric chair. "How could this happen?!" the host asked angrily over a clip of the plane exploding in the distance.
"Well first, Mal and Izzy bickered the whole challenge about their moralities," the two were shown teasing each other, "and Ezekiel started to doubt if Topher even liked him or not," Both were talking to each other as they dug. "But Ezekiel was able to let go of his suspicions when Topher rescued him from being squished by a boulder," Topher was shown tackling Ezekiel and himself away from a boulder.
"And Izzy confirmed herself as being crazy with a heart of good before voting Mal off," Izzy was shown telling off Mal, followed by the final vote against him being read. "Dude sooo would've been a goner. Except Topher," the Chris wannabe was shown slipping on the pool of oil and the candles on the cake hit the oil, "demolished my plane!" The host was shown standing in the moonlit wreckage of the Total Drama Jumbo Jet, bringing an end to the recap montage.
"Did I mention we've got no ride now?" Chris asked, he and Chef now sitting in the remains of the cockpit in their usual piloting outfits, the sun now shining overhead. As the host spoke, Chef grabbed the control stick, looked shocked as it immediately detached, and threw it away with wide eyes. "BECAUSE TOPHER BLEW IT UP?!" Chris continued angrily, slamming his hands down on the broken console and standing up towards the camera.
He sat back down, pulled out a paper bag, and started to breath into it. After a few seconds he calmed down enough to stop hyperventilating, letting go of the bag and looking back at the camera. "Our Final Three are jetting to Hawaii...," he said as the series's capstone music began to play, "without a jet, so...get set for some other kind of race to the million, right here on Total! Drama! World Tour!"
The camera zoomed out as always, showing the morning sun over the wreckage of the plane that was now stranded in Drumheller, Alberta. The front part of the fuselage, which had been intact enough for Chris and Chef to use the cockpit, promptly fell off whatever had been supporting it.
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"The hot tub with my name spelled out in Italian tiles...gone...," Chris muttered despairingly, the episode opening on a pan across the wreckage of the plane to where the host stood with Mal and Izzy near the remains of last night's campfire pit. "My monogrammed sneakers!...gone...," he added, looking at the two uncaring contestants. "My custom-calibrated stubble-trimmer," Izzy and Mal looked at each other in boredom, "gone..."
"Can we continue the game now?" Mal suggested.
"I agree," Izzy chimed in.
"As usual," Chris turned to them, "you two are thinking of nothing but yourselves."
He looked to the side as Ezekiel grunted with effort, then pushed a large sheet of broken metal away from the wreckage. "Could I get some help with this?" he asked the others.
"What about the bigger humanitarian crisis?" Chris asked. "How am I supposed to keep this face fresh," he pointed at his stubbled visage, "without my hyperbolic chamber?"
With another grunt of effort, Ezekiel leaned down and lifted a bald and scuffed Topher out of the wreckage on his back. "Good morning," Topher said woozily. "I've always wanted to be the one carrying someone down, but the roles are reversed."
"Why were you even in there?" Ezekiel asked as he dragged the boy away from the jet's remains.
"I think some more stuff fell on me while I was asleep," Topher guessed.
"The plane is busted," Ezekiel said. "Are you okay?"
"I am emotionally!" Topher answered, "but physically, my bones are broken."
Ezekiel groaned, then collapsed under Topher's weight.
Confessional: Ezekiel
"I know Topher did some underhanded things to stay in the game, but losing your hair on international television is worse than harming an animal in his world," Ezekiel confessed in the remains of the restroom confessional.
Confessional: Izzy
"Topher needs some medical assistance, but given that Chris is a windbag who's as cheap as Mr. Krabs, I'll be his nurse until he gets home!" Izzy declared in a superhero pose. "You can call me…" she put an orange mask over her eyes, "Doctor Izzy!"
Confessionals End
The static cut away to show the camera focused on a wheelchair, pushed by a just-out-of-frame Izzy. "Here," she said as he reached Ezekiel and Topher and the shot zoomed out, "use this to help you." Ezekiel lifted the fanboy into the wheelchair, and Izzy put the hat from Rapa Nui onto Topher's head to cover his baldness.
"Does it make me look attractive?" Topher asked..
The shot cut to the wreckage and Chef pushed a giant metal box out into the open, earning an excited look from Chris. "Hey! My emergency kit! We're saved!" he declared, running towards the giant box with a hearty laugh. "That's right, kids," he turned back with a grin. "Get ready for surf, sun, and beauties in grass skirts, we're going to Hawaii!" He did a few short hula moves as the Final Three cheered.
"I know," Chris said as he walked over to Chef, "best host ever! Never doubt me." It was then that Chef pulled on the rope he'd been holding, causing the walls of the metal box to fall away and reveal the small red helicopter inside.
The four teens moved closer, and Mal was the first to speak. "That's a two-seater."
"That it is!" Chris replied happily. "Chef flies, I supervise."
"And we?" Mal followed up.
"Will be competing to get to the big island first, using only your wits, and whatever you find out here," Chris explained.
"But we're in the middle of nowhere!" Ezekiel complained.
"True," Chris told him, "so check these fancy dancy GPSes I'm generously giving you!" he said as he took a trio of walkie-talkies and GPS devices from the helicopter and tossed one each to each finalist.
Izzy raised an eyebrow as she looked down at the GPS; the screen showed a single yellow dot and nothing else around. "Middle of Nowhere, Alberta," she read before looking up. "It does work."
"Set 'em for Tijuana Beach," Chris told them. "It's right on the Mexican border. Now move it!" he commanded as the helicopter started up behind him. "Go! Go! Go!"
Ezekiel, Izzy, and Mal frantically entered the destination into their devices, and the shot moved over to a confused Topher. "Wait, what about me?" he asked the host.
"Make like you took the Drop of Shame," Chris answered angrily, standing in the doorway of the hovering helicopter, "and figure it out yourself!"
Topher gaped, then scowled.
Confessional: Topher
"First he makes me do these dangerous challenges," Topher said in the ruined confessional, still in his wheelchair, "then he disqualifies me because I unintentionally blew up his plane, and now he's willing to leave me to fend for myself?"
He glared at the camera. "Chris really is a jerk. When I get home, I'm throwing out all of my Chris merchandise and everything related to him."
Confessional Ends
"Don't worry!" Chris called out to the Final Three, "you're all totally gonna make it!" The helicopter finally took off, leaving the four teens to watch in stunned silence for a few seconds.
Izzy was the first to make a move, turning and heading back into the wreckage with Topher right behind her. "If I was able to find a wheelchair in the wreckage," she reasoned, "maybe we can find something to get to Tijuana."
"Good idea!" Topher told her. "And did you say 'we'?"
"Duh," Izzy replied, looking back over a large piece of sheet metal. "I'm not going to leave you out here. I have to take care of you until you get to an actual doctor, and I can create something for both of us to ride on."
"Makes sense to me!" Topher smiled, and the two went back into the wreckage.
The camera cut to Mal and Ezekiel, watching nearby. "So, is this the part where you team up with me to make the finale?" Ezekiel asked sarcastically.
"No," Mal answered. "You'd obviously say no."
"That's right," Ezekiel huffed.
"I don't need you or Izzy. I've gotten here on my own," Mal gloated.
"You could've been eliminated in Africa or Drumheller, but something else happens to conveniently keep you in," Ezekiel retorted. "Don't count your eagles before they spot on red, white, and blue stripes!"
"That's the wrong expression, but I'm not even going to bother with a fool like you," Mal scoffed.
Confessional: Mal
"The million dollars is in my grasp," Mal chuckled. "I'm gonna use the prize money to live like a real villain. In a tower. Preferably overlooking a volcano."
The camera zoomed in on his smiling face before diving deeper into his subconscious, where Mike and his personalities were standing in front of Mal's tower. On the top was Mal's sculptured head, the purple light coming out of his right eye. The camera panned down to feature the white horns spiking out of the tower and ground.
"Here we are. Welcome to the Tower of Mal," Manitoba presented the tower to the group.
"Uh, why ain't it guarded by bouncers or dogs or an ugly cat or something?" Vito asked.
"Mal just figured we'd never get this far," Svetlana deduced.
Mal looked at the poster on the wall featuring the silhouette head of Mal over five stick figures. "Check it out. This door's got five people on it."
"Five of us! This must be the right way!" Svetlana said.
Mike grabbed the handle and pulled. "C'mon, let's get-" he didn't get to finish since the door trampled him and his personalities.
"I knew it was too easy," Chester moaned.
The group of four hastily pushed the door with their strength. "Come on. Just a little... mo-!" Mike motivated, but they got crushed again. "Was everyone pushing their hardest?" Mike asked his alters.
"What? I got noodles for arms!" Chester defended.
"On three, everyone," Mike informed as they were going to free themselves again. "One... two..."
"Three!" everybody said at once, forcefully pushing the door on the opposite side of them. Once that was settled, they entered the tower, Vito carrying Chester along the way.
"Yes! Nothing can stop us!" Mike confidently spoke, only to see the number of stairs they'd have to walk up with a groan.
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"I'm going off now," Mal said into his walkie talkie while walking away. "I do not wish you good luck! I wish for your downfall!"
"And I wish you could just leave the game already," Ezekiel retorted.
"You know, I can turn you off right now," Mal shot back.
"And I'm going to beat you to it!" Ezekiel cut the radio feed off by pressing the button. "Much better," he said. "He was only distracting me. Now to get to that million dollars. As soon as I find a way to get there..." He looked around a bit, then started walking in the same direction Mal had gone.
The scene moved to the wreckage of the first class cabin, where Izzy and Topher were searching through the rubble.
Izzy pulled out a large inflatable raft...with a hole in it. "Zodiac?" she said, putting it down. "Bicycle?" she said, pulling out a rusty bicycle...that promptly lost its front wheel. "Unicycle?" she said. She tossed the broken bike away, then sighed sadly. "None of this trash will get us to Hawaii," she told Topher.
"Obviously," Topher said. "I found this seat belt, meal tray, and parachute!" he held up the first item he listed.
Izzy's eyes widened in realization. "Topher, you are very helpful!"
"Really?" Topher said, the seat belt now wrapped around his head.
Another scene change took the focus to a large rock formation as Mal hauled himself up from behind it to get a better look. He smirked to himself as he looked down at the other side of the formation. "What do we have here?" The perspective moved over his shoulder to show the plane's wreckage, and more importantly two interns with a caged baby panda outside a truck. The camera zoomed in as the interns picked up the cage and loaded it onto the truck.
"Following that panda will be my ticket to victory!" Mal dropped back down behind the rock.
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The camera cut to the blazing midday sun, then panned down onto Ezekiel. The homeschooler was walking through the cactus-filled desert with his eyes locked on to his GPS, until he suddenly tripped and fell over something.
"Ugh!" he said, the camera moving down to show him lying on train tracks. "What kind of nimrod leaves train tracks in the middle of nowhere?"
He looked to his right, and spotted a building and windmill next to the tracks off in the distance. "Trains!" he repeated with excitement.
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The scene flashed to a head-on view of the truck, a walkie-talkie switching on inside it. "Attention 'competitors'," Mal announced, the shot cutting inside to show a monkey, baby panda, baby seal, and book-reading bear sitting in cages listening to the nearby malevolent one talk, "I am traveling south at 90 kilometers per hour. In other words, you all should give up."
Just as he ended his message, a caged sasquatch behind him reached out and pulled him into a kiss. He immediately pushed away and recoiled in disgust, but lost his balance as he backed up and tripped into an open crate...the lid of which promptly closed on top of him.
"When I get out of here, it is not going to be pretty!" Mal said over the walkie-talkie.
The camera cut back outside as he made his declaration, showing the trucking driving away and honking its horn.
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Another flash took the focus to Chris and Chef in the helicopter, the camera quickly cutting in for a close-up of the host's master GPS device. It showed three dots moving along a simple roadmap: a yellow dot unmoving in the upper right; a blue dot on the road approaching it, and a red dot further behind unmoving on the same road.
"Ezekiel's ahead but stalled," Chris commented with a gleeful smile over his own walkie-talkie, "and the yeti's new boyfriend is quickly catching up! But Izzy can't seem to get her butt in gear."
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The camera flashed to a shot of a deployed parachute, then panned to the right as Izzy was heard explaining "I just moderate the flow of fuel," as the pan ended on her pulling a lever on an orange fuel barrel, making a small flame appear, "and that balloon will go up or down."
"But you need a basket!" Topher replied. "If there was any grass," he said while looking around, "you could weave one."
"All I need is a chair," Izzy said thoughtfully. "And one with arms."
"I'm sitting in a chair with arms," Topher said. "Just sit in my lap and you're gold. My bones are broken, but it'll be worth it to stop Mal."
"Wow. You really aren't as self-centered as I thought you were," Izzy commented. "You're really willing to let me be in your wheelchair?"
"Are you really willing to lose the race?" Topher asked. "Now come on! We've got a beach to get to!"
Izzy smiled. "Let's go!"
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Whoops and hollers of excitement were heard as the footage skipped forward, showing the makeshift hot air balloon in flight tied to the wheelchair. Topher was sitting in the chair, with Izzy in his lap and holding her walkie-talkie.
"Attention boys!" she said into it. "Izzy is flying sky high! I repeat! This girl is airborne!" she said as the balloon ascended off-camera.
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"Airborne?" Ezekiel repeated, the scene cutting to him walking down the aisle of a train's passenger car and stopping in front of a young white woman dressed in black typing on a laptop. He sat down in the seat opposite the woman in black. "Is this seat taken?" Matthew asked the woman upon noticing her stare, prompting the woman in black to return to her work.
"Okay," Ezekiel muttered, sitting at the booth and grabbing a newspaper that was on the table.
The camera moved to the window behind them, showing a certain truck driving past. Cutting outside, the truck was shown dumping its cages and crates into a cargo car of the train, and Mal could be heard yelling in alarm from his wooden prison.
"Too bad he turned off his walkie talkie right before this update!" Chris said over his walkie-talkie as the scene cut back to the helicopter. "Advantage, Mal."
Back down below, the train let out a burst of steam and started moving. It blew its whistle, and the scene cut back to the car Ezekiel was in, now looking up and down the aisle with confused eyes.
"Hello, passengers!" an unfamiliar male voice came over the train's intercom system, immediately gaining Ezekiel's attention. "And welcome to this non-stop trip to Mexico!"
"Yes!" the home-schooled guy cheered. "In your face!"
The woman in black gave him a questioning look, to which Ezekiel replied "That wasn't directed at you!" The woman in black wasn't impressed.
Back outside again, the camera zoomed in on a boxcar, then cut inside to show the caged Total Drama animals... and the smaller wooden crate that Mal promptly and finally burst out of. "Finally," he groaned as he took in a breath of fresh air; kissy faces from the nearby sasquatch earned another groan and a quick spit and mouth-wiping.
"Now to end Ezekiel's trip here," he declared, standing up and stepping out of the crate. "Wherever here is," he added, looking around the room.
He made his way to a nearby doorway, but stopped upon hearing a dog-like whine from inside another crate. He opened it, and recoiled in shock when Ezekiel Clone lifted his head out of the crate.
"How did you get here?" Mal asked in wide-eyed disbelief, and the Clone muttered something unintelligible. "If you promise to act right, I will release you."
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A flash took the scene back to Topher and Izzy, still sailing through the sky. "Stop giving it so much fuel!" Topher said to his companion.
"I'll do that after you stop pinching my body!" Izzy shot back.
"I'm sorry, but I want to survive!" Topher argued.
"So do I, but I'm not being a whiny pants about it!" Izzy sniped.
"LOOK OUT!" Topher cried in alarm as he pointed ahead of them, and the viewpoint changed to show that they were quickly approaching a certain red helicopter.
Izzy and Topher screamed in alarm, then Chris and Chef screamed in the helicopter, then Izzy and Topher screamed again, then Chris and Chef, and finally the helicopter swooped under while the balloon ascended, the two airborne groups safely passing each other.
"Um, Izzy? Bra?" Chris asked into his walkie talkie.
"Watch where you're going!" Izzy shouted.
"Are you sitting on Topher's lap?" Chris followed up, the helicopter moving to keep pace next to the newly-annoyed teens.
"So what?" Izzy replied.
"We've already got one cling-on named Ezekiel Clone," Chris continued. "We do not need two."
"Cling-on?!" Topher exclaimed in outrage. "Give me that walkie talkie!" he yelled as he tried to snatch the radio from Izzy.
"You said we could use whatever the heck we found back at the crash site," Izzy smugly told him.
Chef nodded, and Chris smirked. "Hey, it's your funeral," he told her.
He ended his broadcast there, just as a message came over the helicopter's radio. "Attention, an extreme weather warning has been issued for all aircraft," the voice announced.
Chris shut off the radio, then turned to Chef. "I should probably warn them," the host said, holding a smile for a second or two before he and his assistant burst out in laughter.
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"Who knew winning could be so easy?" Ezekiel said to himself.
"Tickets, please! Tickets!" an unseen man called out, quickly earning Ezekiel's attention.
The announcement was answered by a more familiar voice, explaining "You see, my brother is not a wild animal. He's just a really crazy fool." The shot cut to Mal, standing before a conductor and holding Ezekiel Clone's hoodie as the clone sniffed at the conductor and bared his teeth.
It was then that Ezekiel saw them; immediately locking eyes with Mal in a horizontal split-screen.
"You!" the two exclaimed at the same time.
Mal let Ezekiel Clone go. Ezekiel turned and ran away, and his clone chased after him with Mal following behind.
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"So I bought all of Chris's wigs at an auction!" Topher was saying as the scene cut back to them in the balloon. "I could have used that money to buy myself new clothes!" he finished.
The camera zoomed in on the two. "I do not know why you even idolized him!" Izzy exclaimed.
"I admired his hosting skills and charisma, but I'm done with him after that plane explosion," Topher claimed.
Izzy nodded happily before turning around and looking alarmed. "If we don't move now, we're going to get killed!" she screamed as they flew into a very dark and ominous mass of clouds. A bolt of lightning flashed as they disappeared from view, and the shot cut down to the top of the train as Ezekiel slowly backed up along the roof of a car.
"You won't push me off a speeding train, would you?" he asked as Mal advanced menacingly into the shot.
"I threw Owen off the plane in Jamaica and threw Cody off the cliff in Australia," Mal said as Ezekiel reached the edge of his current car and nervously looked over his shoulder at the gap to the next one. "I have no limits."
"Duncan, Sky, and the others have every right to hate you," Ezekiel said.
"Of course they do!" Mal claimed, advancing enough for Ezekiel to turn and hop to the next car of the train. He nearly lost his balance on the landing, but recovered quickly enough to turn around and proudly face down Mal over the gap. "You were too distracted with impressing Sadie and being cool to even see me coming!"
"But I still made it as far as I did!" Ezekiel replied.
A clap of thunder echoed ominously, and the sky opened up in a downpour of hail. Ezekiel, who'd started backing away again, slipped on one of the icy pellets and fell on his butt with a pained grunt.
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Up in the clouds, Izzy and Topher were also being battered by the elements, screaming as they struggled to keep their balloon aloft in the wind and ice.
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The hail rained down upon the windshield of the helicopter as well, but it only elicited a hearty laugh from the host and pilot. "Uh-oh. Will the game be called on account of deadly weather?" he asked the camera following him. "Will anyone be left to take home the million? Find out right after this break, on Total! Drama! World Tour!"
Lightning flashed right outside the helicopter, earning a panicked yelp from Chris.
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(Commercial Break)
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Boys: Ezekiel, Mal
Episode 25: Planes, Trains, and Hot Air Mobiles
"Last time, on Total Drama World Tour!" Chris opened as the plane icon was shown flying northward from Rapa Nui to Alberta, Canada on the season's world map, and the jumbo jet itself was shown blowing past a precariously-balanced boulder and knocking it off its perch. "Alberta! It'll blow you away!" The barren pit in Drumheller they'd visited was shown, as was Topher sitting in the electric chair. "How could this happen?!" the host asked angrily over a clip of the plane exploding in the distance.
"Well first, Mal and Izzy bickered the whole challenge about their moralities," the two were shown teasing each other, "and Ezekiel started to doubt if Topher even liked him or not," Both were talking to each other as they dug. "But Ezekiel was able to let go of his suspicions when Topher rescued him from being squished by a boulder," Topher was shown tackling Ezekiel and himself away from a boulder.
"And Izzy confirmed herself as being crazy with a heart of good before voting Mal off," Izzy was shown telling off Mal, followed by the final vote against him being read. "Dude sooo would've been a goner. Except Topher," the Chris wannabe was shown slipping on the pool of oil and the candles on the cake hit the oil, "demolished my plane!" The host was shown standing in the moonlit wreckage of the Total Drama Jumbo Jet, bringing an end to the recap montage.
"Did I mention we've got no ride now?" Chris asked, he and Chef now sitting in the remains of the cockpit in their usual piloting outfits, the sun now shining overhead. As the host spoke, Chef grabbed the control stick, looked shocked as it immediately detached, and threw it away with wide eyes. "BECAUSE TOPHER BLEW IT UP?!" Chris continued angrily, slamming his hands down on the broken console and standing up towards the camera.
He sat back down, pulled out a paper bag, and started to breath into it. After a few seconds he calmed down enough to stop hyperventilating, letting go of the bag and looking back at the camera. "Our Final Three are jetting to Hawaii...," he said as the series's capstone music began to play, "without a jet, so...get set for some other kind of race to the million, right here on Total! Drama! World Tour!"
The camera zoomed out as always, showing the morning sun over the wreckage of the plane that was now stranded in Drumheller, Alberta. The front part of the fuselage, which had been intact enough for Chris and Chef to use the cockpit, promptly fell off whatever had been supporting it.
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"The hot tub with my name spelled out in Italian tiles...gone...," Chris muttered despairingly, the episode opening on a pan across the wreckage of the plane to where the host stood with Mal and Izzy near the remains of last night's campfire pit. "My monogrammed sneakers!...gone...," he added, looking at the two uncaring contestants. "My custom-calibrated stubble-trimmer," Izzy and Mal looked at each other in boredom, "gone..."
"Can we continue the game now?" Mal suggested.
"I agree," Izzy chimed in.
"As usual," Chris turned to them, "you two are thinking of nothing but yourselves."
He looked to the side as Ezekiel grunted with effort, then pushed a large sheet of broken metal away from the wreckage. "Could I get some help with this?" he asked the others.
"What about the bigger humanitarian crisis?" Chris asked. "How am I supposed to keep this face fresh," he pointed at his stubbled visage, "without my hyperbolic chamber?"
With another grunt of effort, Ezekiel leaned down and lifted a bald and scuffed Topher out of the wreckage on his back. "Good morning," Topher said woozily. "I've always wanted to be the one carrying someone down, but the roles are reversed."
"Why were you even in there?" Ezekiel asked as he dragged the boy away from the jet's remains.
"I think some more stuff fell on me while I was asleep," Topher guessed.
"The plane is busted," Ezekiel said. "Are you okay?"
"I am emotionally!" Topher answered, "but physically, my bones are broken."
Ezekiel groaned, then collapsed under Topher's weight.
Confessional: Ezekiel
"I know Topher did some underhanded things to stay in the game, but losing your hair on international television is worse than harming an animal in his world," Ezekiel confessed in the remains of the restroom confessional.
Confessional: Izzy
"Topher needs some medical assistance, but given that Chris is a windbag who's as cheap as Mr. Krabs, I'll be his nurse until he gets home!" Izzy declared in a superhero pose. "You can call me…" she put an orange mask over her eyes, "Doctor Izzy!"
Confessionals End
The static cut away to show the camera focused on a wheelchair, pushed by a just-out-of-frame Izzy. "Here," she said as he reached Ezekiel and Topher and the shot zoomed out, "use this to help you." Ezekiel lifted the fanboy into the wheelchair, and Izzy put the hat from Rapa Nui onto Topher's head to cover his baldness.
"Does it make me look attractive?" Topher asked..
The shot cut to the wreckage and Chef pushed a giant metal box out into the open, earning an excited look from Chris. "Hey! My emergency kit! We're saved!" he declared, running towards the giant box with a hearty laugh. "That's right, kids," he turned back with a grin. "Get ready for surf, sun, and beauties in grass skirts, we're going to Hawaii!" He did a few short hula moves as the Final Three cheered.
"I know," Chris said as he walked over to Chef, "best host ever! Never doubt me." It was then that Chef pulled on the rope he'd been holding, causing the walls of the metal box to fall away and reveal the small red helicopter inside.
The four teens moved closer, and Mal was the first to speak. "That's a two-seater."
"That it is!" Chris replied happily. "Chef flies, I supervise."
"And we?" Mal followed up.
"Will be competing to get to the big island first, using only your wits, and whatever you find out here," Chris explained.
"But we're in the middle of nowhere!" Ezekiel complained.
"True," Chris told him, "so check these fancy dancy GPSes I'm generously giving you!" he said as he took a trio of walkie-talkies and GPS devices from the helicopter and tossed one each to each finalist.
Izzy raised an eyebrow as she looked down at the GPS; the screen showed a single yellow dot and nothing else around. "Middle of Nowhere, Alberta," she read before looking up. "It does work."
"Set 'em for Tijuana Beach," Chris told them. "It's right on the Mexican border. Now move it!" he commanded as the helicopter started up behind him. "Go! Go! Go!"
Ezekiel, Izzy, and Mal frantically entered the destination into their devices, and the shot moved over to a confused Topher. "Wait, what about me?" he asked the host.
"Make like you took the Drop of Shame," Chris answered angrily, standing in the doorway of the hovering helicopter, "and figure it out yourself!"
Topher gaped, then scowled.
Confessional: Topher
"First he makes me do these dangerous challenges," Topher said in the ruined confessional, still in his wheelchair, "then he disqualifies me because I unintentionally blew up his plane, and now he's willing to leave me to fend for myself?"
He glared at the camera. "Chris really is a jerk. When I get home, I'm throwing out all of my Chris merchandise and everything related to him."
Confessional Ends
"Don't worry!" Chris called out to the Final Three, "you're all totally gonna make it!" The helicopter finally took off, leaving the four teens to watch in stunned silence for a few seconds.
Izzy was the first to make a move, turning and heading back into the wreckage with Topher right behind her. "If I was able to find a wheelchair in the wreckage," she reasoned, "maybe we can find something to get to Tijuana."
"Good idea!" Topher told her. "And did you say 'we'?"
"Duh," Izzy replied, looking back over a large piece of sheet metal. "I'm not going to leave you out here. I have to take care of you until you get to an actual doctor, and I can create something for both of us to ride on."
"Makes sense to me!" Topher smiled, and the two went back into the wreckage.
The camera cut to Mal and Ezekiel, watching nearby. "So, is this the part where you team up with me to make the finale?" Ezekiel asked sarcastically.
"No," Mal answered. "You'd obviously say no."
"That's right," Ezekiel huffed.
"I don't need you or Izzy. I've gotten here on my own," Mal gloated.
"You could've been eliminated in Africa or Drumheller, but something else happens to conveniently keep you in," Ezekiel retorted. "Don't count your eagles before they spot on red, white, and blue stripes!"
"That's the wrong expression, but I'm not even going to bother with a fool like you," Mal scoffed.
Confessional: Mal
"The million dollars is in my grasp," Mal chuckled. "I'm gonna use the prize money to live like a real villain. In a tower. Preferably overlooking a volcano."
The camera zoomed in on his smiling face before diving deeper into his subconscious, where Mike and his personalities were standing in front of Mal's tower. On the top was Mal's sculptured head, the purple light coming out of his right eye. The camera panned down to feature the white horns spiking out of the tower and ground.
"Here we are. Welcome to the Tower of Mal," Manitoba presented the tower to the group.
"Uh, why ain't it guarded by bouncers or dogs or an ugly cat or something?" Vito asked.
"Mal just figured we'd never get this far," Svetlana deduced.
Mal looked at the poster on the wall featuring the silhouette head of Mal over five stick figures. "Check it out. This door's got five people on it."
"Five of us! This must be the right way!" Svetlana said.
Mike grabbed the handle and pulled. "C'mon, let's get-" he didn't get to finish since the door trampled him and his personalities.
"I knew it was too easy," Chester moaned.
The group of four hastily pushed the door with their strength. "Come on. Just a little... mo-!" Mike motivated, but they got crushed again. "Was everyone pushing their hardest?" Mike asked his alters.
"What? I got noodles for arms!" Chester defended.
"On three, everyone," Mike informed as they were going to free themselves again. "One... two..."
"Three!" everybody said at once, forcefully pushing the door on the opposite side of them. Once that was settled, they entered the tower, Vito carrying Chester along the way.
"Yes! Nothing can stop us!" Mike confidently spoke, only to see the number of stairs they'd have to walk up with a groan.
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"I'm going off now," Mal said into his walkie talkie while walking away. "I do not wish you good luck! I wish for your downfall!"
"And I wish you could just leave the game already," Ezekiel retorted.
"You know, I can turn you off right now," Mal shot back.
"And I'm going to beat you to it!" Ezekiel cut the radio feed off by pressing the button. "Much better," he said. "He was only distracting me. Now to get to that million dollars. As soon as I find a way to get there..." He looked around a bit, then started walking in the same direction Mal had gone.
The scene moved to the wreckage of the first class cabin, where Izzy and Topher were searching through the rubble.
Izzy pulled out a large inflatable raft...with a hole in it. "Zodiac?" she said, putting it down. "Bicycle?" she said, pulling out a rusty bicycle...that promptly lost its front wheel. "Unicycle?" she said. She tossed the broken bike away, then sighed sadly. "None of this trash will get us to Hawaii," she told Topher.
"Obviously," Topher said. "I found this seat belt, meal tray, and parachute!" he held up the first item he listed.
Izzy's eyes widened in realization. "Topher, you are very helpful!"
"Really?" Topher said, the seat belt now wrapped around his head.
Another scene change took the focus to a large rock formation as Mal hauled himself up from behind it to get a better look. He smirked to himself as he looked down at the other side of the formation. "What do we have here?" The perspective moved over his shoulder to show the plane's wreckage, and more importantly two interns with a caged baby panda outside a truck. The camera zoomed in as the interns picked up the cage and loaded it onto the truck.
"Following that panda will be my ticket to victory!" Mal dropped back down behind the rock.
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The camera cut to the blazing midday sun, then panned down onto Ezekiel. The homeschooler was walking through the cactus-filled desert with his eyes locked on to his GPS, until he suddenly tripped and fell over something.
"Ugh!" he said, the camera moving down to show him lying on train tracks. "What kind of nimrod leaves train tracks in the middle of nowhere?"
He looked to his right, and spotted a building and windmill next to the tracks off in the distance. "Trains!" he repeated with excitement.
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The scene flashed to a head-on view of the truck, a walkie-talkie switching on inside it. "Attention 'competitors'," Mal announced, the shot cutting inside to show a monkey, baby panda, baby seal, and book-reading bear sitting in cages listening to the nearby malevolent one talk, "I am traveling south at 90 kilometers per hour. In other words, you all should give up."
Just as he ended his message, a caged sasquatch behind him reached out and pulled him into a kiss. He immediately pushed away and recoiled in disgust, but lost his balance as he backed up and tripped into an open crate...the lid of which promptly closed on top of him.
"When I get out of here, it is not going to be pretty!" Mal said over the walkie-talkie.
The camera cut back outside as he made his declaration, showing the trucking driving away and honking its horn.
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Another flash took the focus to Chris and Chef in the helicopter, the camera quickly cutting in for a close-up of the host's master GPS device. It showed three dots moving along a simple roadmap: a yellow dot unmoving in the upper right; a blue dot on the road approaching it, and a red dot further behind unmoving on the same road.
"Ezekiel's ahead but stalled," Chris commented with a gleeful smile over his own walkie-talkie, "and the yeti's new boyfriend is quickly catching up! But Izzy can't seem to get her butt in gear."
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The camera flashed to a shot of a deployed parachute, then panned to the right as Izzy was heard explaining "I just moderate the flow of fuel," as the pan ended on her pulling a lever on an orange fuel barrel, making a small flame appear, "and that balloon will go up or down."
"But you need a basket!" Topher replied. "If there was any grass," he said while looking around, "you could weave one."
"All I need is a chair," Izzy said thoughtfully. "And one with arms."
"I'm sitting in a chair with arms," Topher said. "Just sit in my lap and you're gold. My bones are broken, but it'll be worth it to stop Mal."
"Wow. You really aren't as self-centered as I thought you were," Izzy commented. "You're really willing to let me be in your wheelchair?"
"Are you really willing to lose the race?" Topher asked. "Now come on! We've got a beach to get to!"
Izzy smiled. "Let's go!"
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Whoops and hollers of excitement were heard as the footage skipped forward, showing the makeshift hot air balloon in flight tied to the wheelchair. Topher was sitting in the chair, with Izzy in his lap and holding her walkie-talkie.
"Attention boys!" she said into it. "Izzy is flying sky high! I repeat! This girl is airborne!" she said as the balloon ascended off-camera.
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"Airborne?" Ezekiel repeated, the scene cutting to him walking down the aisle of a train's passenger car and stopping in front of a young white woman dressed in black typing on a laptop. He sat down in the seat opposite the woman in black. "Is this seat taken?" Matthew asked the woman upon noticing her stare, prompting the woman in black to return to her work.
"Okay," Ezekiel muttered, sitting at the booth and grabbing a newspaper that was on the table.
The camera moved to the window behind them, showing a certain truck driving past. Cutting outside, the truck was shown dumping its cages and crates into a cargo car of the train, and Mal could be heard yelling in alarm from his wooden prison.
"Too bad he turned off his walkie talkie right before this update!" Chris said over his walkie-talkie as the scene cut back to the helicopter. "Advantage, Mal."
Back down below, the train let out a burst of steam and started moving. It blew its whistle, and the scene cut back to the car Ezekiel was in, now looking up and down the aisle with confused eyes.
"Hello, passengers!" an unfamiliar male voice came over the train's intercom system, immediately gaining Ezekiel's attention. "And welcome to this non-stop trip to Mexico!"
"Yes!" the home-schooled guy cheered. "In your face!"
The woman in black gave him a questioning look, to which Ezekiel replied "That wasn't directed at you!" The woman in black wasn't impressed.
Back outside again, the camera zoomed in on a boxcar, then cut inside to show the caged Total Drama animals... and the smaller wooden crate that Mal promptly and finally burst out of. "Finally," he groaned as he took in a breath of fresh air; kissy faces from the nearby sasquatch earned another groan and a quick spit and mouth-wiping.
"Now to end Ezekiel's trip here," he declared, standing up and stepping out of the crate. "Wherever here is," he added, looking around the room.
He made his way to a nearby doorway, but stopped upon hearing a dog-like whine from inside another crate. He opened it, and recoiled in shock when Ezekiel Clone lifted his head out of the crate.
"How did you get here?" Mal asked in wide-eyed disbelief, and the Clone muttered something unintelligible. "If you promise to act right, I will release you."
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A flash took the scene back to Topher and Izzy, still sailing through the sky. "Stop giving it so much fuel!" Topher said to his companion.
"I'll do that after you stop pinching my body!" Izzy shot back.
"I'm sorry, but I want to survive!" Topher argued.
"So do I, but I'm not being a whiny pants about it!" Izzy sniped.
"LOOK OUT!" Topher cried in alarm as he pointed ahead of them, and the viewpoint changed to show that they were quickly approaching a certain red helicopter.
Izzy and Topher screamed in alarm, then Chris and Chef screamed in the helicopter, then Izzy and Topher screamed again, then Chris and Chef, and finally the helicopter swooped under while the balloon ascended, the two airborne groups safely passing each other.
"Um, Izzy? Bra?" Chris asked into his walkie talkie.
"Watch where you're going!" Izzy shouted.
"Are you sitting on Topher's lap?" Chris followed up, the helicopter moving to keep pace next to the newly-annoyed teens.
"So what?" Izzy replied.
"We've already got one cling-on named Ezekiel Clone," Chris continued. "We do not need two."
"Cling-on?!" Topher exclaimed in outrage. "Give me that walkie talkie!" he yelled as he tried to snatch the radio from Izzy.
"You said we could use whatever the heck we found back at the crash site," Izzy smugly told him.
Chef nodded, and Chris smirked. "Hey, it's your funeral," he told her.
He ended his broadcast there, just as a message came over the helicopter's radio. "Attention, an extreme weather warning has been issued for all aircraft," the voice announced.
Chris shut off the radio, then turned to Chef. "I should probably warn them," the host said, holding a smile for a second or two before he and his assistant burst out in laughter.
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"Who knew winning could be so easy?" Ezekiel said to himself.
"Tickets, please! Tickets!" an unseen man called out, quickly earning Ezekiel's attention.
The announcement was answered by a more familiar voice, explaining "You see, my brother is not a wild animal. He's just a really crazy fool." The shot cut to Mal, standing before a conductor and holding Ezekiel Clone's hoodie as the clone sniffed at the conductor and bared his teeth.
It was then that Ezekiel saw them; immediately locking eyes with Mal in a horizontal split-screen.
"You!" the two exclaimed at the same time.
Mal let Ezekiel Clone go. Ezekiel turned and ran away, and his clone chased after him with Mal following behind.
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"So I bought all of Chris's wigs at an auction!" Topher was saying as the scene cut back to them in the balloon. "I could have used that money to buy myself new clothes!" he finished.
The camera zoomed in on the two. "I do not know why you even idolized him!" Izzy exclaimed.
"I admired his hosting skills and charisma, but I'm done with him after that plane explosion," Topher claimed.
Izzy nodded happily before turning around and looking alarmed. "If we don't move now, we're going to get killed!" she screamed as they flew into a very dark and ominous mass of clouds. A bolt of lightning flashed as they disappeared from view, and the shot cut down to the top of the train as Ezekiel slowly backed up along the roof of a car.
"You won't push me off a speeding train, would you?" he asked as Mal advanced menacingly into the shot.
"I threw Owen off the plane in Jamaica and threw Cody off the cliff in Australia," Mal said as Ezekiel reached the edge of his current car and nervously looked over his shoulder at the gap to the next one. "I have no limits."
"Duncan, Sky, and the others have every right to hate you," Ezekiel said.
"Of course they do!" Mal claimed, advancing enough for Ezekiel to turn and hop to the next car of the train. He nearly lost his balance on the landing, but recovered quickly enough to turn around and proudly face down Mal over the gap. "You were too distracted with impressing Sadie and being cool to even see me coming!"
"But I still made it as far as I did!" Ezekiel replied.
A clap of thunder echoed ominously, and the sky opened up in a downpour of hail. Ezekiel, who'd started backing away again, slipped on one of the icy pellets and fell on his butt with a pained grunt.
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Up in the clouds, Izzy and Topher were also being battered by the elements, screaming as they struggled to keep their balloon aloft in the wind and ice.
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The hail rained down upon the windshield of the helicopter as well, but it only elicited a hearty laugh from the host and pilot. "Uh-oh. Will the game be called on account of deadly weather?" he asked the camera following him. "Will anyone be left to take home the million? Find out right after this break, on Total! Drama! World Tour!"
Lightning flashed right outside the helicopter, earning a panicked yelp from Chris.
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(Commercial Break)
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2023.06.01 15:51 foxyboomer6789 I never Believed in the Supernatural until I was clearing out my grandmas attic and found an old diary…
TW: brief descriptions of potentially triggering/upsetting content.
This diary belonged to a ancestor of ours, and dated back to the late 1890s. The writing is in very neat cursive and so I had a hard time translating it to here, however I think I understood most of it. So here it goes. I’ve just picked several entries as there was a lot.
June 6th 1897
‘Today was the first day of my new life, I’ve escaped the filth of Dxxxr, and start my education today. I was surprised to be offered a scholarship to such a prestigious medical school, even more so because I am a woman and we must not have the heart to deal with such gruesome sights! Ha how stupid! I will show them I am just as capable as the men!’
‘I was late to my first class, the streets here are ever so hard to navigate, however I do like how my dress is not covered in mud all the time.
The professor Dr Alexander was ever so melancholy if that is the correct terminology. He was performing a C- Section on a deceased lady, when a miracle occurred, the baby was still alive, I rushed down to wrap the babe in my jacket and smiled at him, but his face was just full of nothing, no happiness.
But that was not all that happened and I start to think if it was all in fact a dream, but it was not. I got an awful pain in my chest halfway through, and blood stained my blouse. I have no idea what could have caused this as there is no wound.
Then the most peculiar thing happened, at the end of the seminar I was spoken to by Dr Alexander and he told me I should change my blouse, covered in blood from both my mystery pain and the baby. He for some peculiar reason invited me into his office to give me a fresh shirt. As he handed it to me, he fell to the floor his hand upon his head in pain. At the same time I had that awful chest pain again, and even more blood seemed to soak my blouse, and I noticed that his white shirt too began to turn red.
I asked him if there was anyone I could get to help him but he just snapped at me and said ‘it’s you! Leave now!’ and upon turning towards me his eyes were, and I’m afraid saying this might end me in the asylum.. but his eyes were completely black. ‘
She had mostly scribbled that last sentence out but I could just about make out what it said.
I won’t post the full transcript of a few pages as they are rather detailed and disturbing, however I will give a brief run down on what was said. She says how she began to receive gifts, that were unexpected, but this was no of a major concern at the start. The issue arose when one of the gifts, a doll began to smell, and upon inspection she revealed in the doll was a heart. A human heart. And that is not all, the eyes were human eyes. The teeth, human teeth. And they all had come from someone in her past who did her wrong. She knew who it was as on one of the front teeth, were her initials, carved into it, something the deceased man did when they were lovers. Wrapped around the heart was a letter in which it said this.
‘He took your smile away from you, so I took his, he broke your heart so I broke his, he couldn’t see how beautiful you were, so he does not deserve to see’
There was other stuff that was written however I’m not sure it’s appropriate, however this is what she said in her diary.
June 31st 1897
‘I know who this is from and I’m utterly terrified and confused, Dr Alexander, I told him a few weeks ago that I was grateful for the home the school had provided, and had mentioned that I was just happy that bugs were not crawling in my mattress. In the letter he wrote ‘I’m glad that bugs will be crawling inside the piece of \*** mans skull rather than in your mattress’ I had not mentioned this to anyone else, and maybe it is a coincidence but I have to confront him, you might be wondering why not report it to the police? I did but they just laughed and said they couldn’t do anything. This whole town seems backwards.’*
‘I confronted him and you know what the man did! And obviously it’s because of his guilty conscience! He threw me off the course. I have to return home now. To the streets that mean you can’t sleep without one eye open, my whole future gone’
Once again some of the next pages contain heavily triggering material and so I will not translate them here. Instead I will give another brief rundown. After being thrown off the course, and because she could not bear to return to her home town, she ultimately tried to take her own life and ended up in Shxxxxh Asylum. Where she wrote this.
‘I would not wish death upon anyone, as it could come back and lay its grasp upon the people you love, but I was once afraid to sleep with my eyes shut, fearing he may come to get me, but as I sit in this tiny bug ridden room, I realise that after I had let it sink in that he was no longer with us, I felt peace for once. No more fears of waking up to him with a g\n to my head. Dr Alexander saved my mind, and although he is cold and melancholy, there’s something that draws me to him. I was trying to escape the darkness my whole life, but I seem to be falling back into its arms, but this time I feel at ease.’*
She stayed at the asylum for no more than a week. Someone had got her out. Any guesses? Dr Alexander. As she left a carriage was awaiting her. She had two options, to get into the carriage or go back to her old life which although no longer had the man she was afraid of, it still haunted her.
The last pages of her diary were ripped out.
But I for no particular reason but I’m glad I did peeled back the cover which had been glued back on and it said this.
‘Im not sure why I am even bothering to write this, for by the time anybody reads this I will be long gone, but I’ll continue. He is not entirely human, death houses itself inside him, an unnatural hybrid. Why was he so interested in me? Because to rid himself of this curse he has been given, and lived with for over two hundred years, he must fall in love with a mortal, and there was so many things he told me that I shall not write. But he has not felt anything positive for those years, just filled with hate, and I was his antidote. His love for me not being enough to beat his hate, and selfishness. I am in the process of turning into what he was. The kiss of death. Upon kissing me he transferred his curse. And soon death would have fully moved in. And I will be cursed to roam this earth until life no longer exists. The only way to ever truly get rid of death.’
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This diary belonged to a ancestor of ours, and dated back to the late 1890s. The writing is in very neat cursive and so I had a hard time translating it to here, however I think I understood most of it. So here it goes. I’ve just picked several entries as there was a lot.
June 6th 1897
‘Today was the first day of my new life, I’ve escaped the filth of Dxxxr, and start my education today. I was surprised to be offered a scholarship to such a prestigious medical school, even more so because I am a woman and we must not have the heart to deal with such gruesome sights! Ha how stupid! I will show them I am just as capable as the men!’
‘I was late to my first class, the streets here are ever so hard to navigate, however I do like how my dress is not covered in mud all the time.
The professor Dr Alexander was ever so melancholy if that is the correct terminology. He was performing a C- Section on a deceased lady, when a miracle occurred, the baby was still alive, I rushed down to wrap the babe in my jacket and smiled at him, but his face was just full of nothing, no happiness.
But that was not all that happened and I start to think if it was all in fact a dream, but it was not. I got an awful pain in my chest halfway through, and blood stained my blouse. I have no idea what could have caused this as there is no wound.
Then the most peculiar thing happened, at the end of the seminar I was spoken to by Dr Alexander and he told me I should change my blouse, covered in blood from both my mystery pain and the baby. He for some peculiar reason invited me into his office to give me a fresh shirt. As he handed it to me, he fell to the floor his hand upon his head in pain. At the same time I had that awful chest pain again, and even more blood seemed to soak my blouse, and I noticed that his white shirt too began to turn red.
I asked him if there was anyone I could get to help him but he just snapped at me and said ‘it’s you! Leave now!’ and upon turning towards me his eyes were, and I’m afraid saying this might end me in the asylum.. but his eyes were completely black. ‘
She had mostly scribbled that last sentence out but I could just about make out what it said.
I won’t post the full transcript of a few pages as they are rather detailed and disturbing, however I will give a brief run down on what was said. She says how she began to receive gifts, that were unexpected, but this was no of a major concern at the start. The issue arose when one of the gifts, a doll began to smell, and upon inspection she revealed in the doll was a heart. A human heart. And that is not all, the eyes were human eyes. The teeth, human teeth. And they all had come from someone in her past who did her wrong. She knew who it was as on one of the front teeth, were her initials, carved into it, something the deceased man did when they were lovers. Wrapped around the heart was a letter in which it said this.
‘He took your smile away from you, so I took his, he broke your heart so I broke his, he couldn’t see how beautiful you were, so he does not deserve to see’
There was other stuff that was written however I’m not sure it’s appropriate, however this is what she said in her diary.
June 31st 1897
‘I know who this is from and I’m utterly terrified and confused, Dr Alexander, I told him a few weeks ago that I was grateful for the home the school had provided, and had mentioned that I was just happy that bugs were not crawling in my mattress. In the letter he wrote ‘I’m glad that bugs will be crawling inside the piece of \*** mans skull rather than in your mattress’ I had not mentioned this to anyone else, and maybe it is a coincidence but I have to confront him, you might be wondering why not report it to the police? I did but they just laughed and said they couldn’t do anything. This whole town seems backwards.’*
‘I confronted him and you know what the man did! And obviously it’s because of his guilty conscience! He threw me off the course. I have to return home now. To the streets that mean you can’t sleep without one eye open, my whole future gone’
Once again some of the next pages contain heavily triggering material and so I will not translate them here. Instead I will give another brief rundown. After being thrown off the course, and because she could not bear to return to her home town, she ultimately tried to take her own life and ended up in Shxxxxh Asylum. Where she wrote this.
‘I would not wish death upon anyone, as it could come back and lay its grasp upon the people you love, but I was once afraid to sleep with my eyes shut, fearing he may come to get me, but as I sit in this tiny bug ridden room, I realise that after I had let it sink in that he was no longer with us, I felt peace for once. No more fears of waking up to him with a g\n to my head. Dr Alexander saved my mind, and although he is cold and melancholy, there’s something that draws me to him. I was trying to escape the darkness my whole life, but I seem to be falling back into its arms, but this time I feel at ease.’*
She stayed at the asylum for no more than a week. Someone had got her out. Any guesses? Dr Alexander. As she left a carriage was awaiting her. She had two options, to get into the carriage or go back to her old life which although no longer had the man she was afraid of, it still haunted her.
The last pages of her diary were ripped out.
But I for no particular reason but I’m glad I did peeled back the cover which had been glued back on and it said this.
‘Im not sure why I am even bothering to write this, for by the time anybody reads this I will be long gone, but I’ll continue. He is not entirely human, death houses itself inside him, an unnatural hybrid. Why was he so interested in me? Because to rid himself of this curse he has been given, and lived with for over two hundred years, he must fall in love with a mortal, and there was so many things he told me that I shall not write. But he has not felt anything positive for those years, just filled with hate, and I was his antidote. His love for me not being enough to beat his hate, and selfishness. I am in the process of turning into what he was. The kiss of death. Upon kissing me he transferred his curse. And soon death would have fully moved in. And I will be cursed to roam this earth until life no longer exists. The only way to ever truly get rid of death.’
2023.06.01 15:51 VisciousVixen94 Fires
The flames that have engulfed the old wooden barn illuminate the dark midnight sky. I narrowly escaped the barn and now watch in horror as the flames spread to the dead, dry grass that surrounds the property. I begin to run for safety, but the flames are fast behind. It seems no matter how fast I run, I cannot outrun the roaring flames. I am exhausted and the added heat from the fire has me pouring sweat. I lift my hand to brush the sweat off my forehead when I feel a weight. It is for the first time I realize I’ve been clutching something in my right hand. I gaze down to my hand and, much to my misfortune, I find I’ve been clutching a leaking gasoline can this entire time. I have unknowingly fueled the same flame I have been running from. As this realization hits me, so does the flame.
Anyone else have oddly metaphorical dreams?
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2023.06.01 15:43 thrownawaz092 I don't THINK I'm an assassin? (Chapter 2)
"What was that!?" Kellista demanded as soon as the creature fully disappeared. "You said you would summon your salamander!" The effort to dismiss the familiar had knocked Culleo back on his arse and again all he could do was wheeze. "You did issue a command, right? One that it ignored?" Lithia, the younger Lyc prompted. "Yeah, he did. And whatever it was, it wasn't taking orders." Kellista confirmed. "Alright, but before we get ahead of ourselves, is that match over?" Lirren asked, looking over to Kalivine. The Dovkin took a moment before nodding. "I already saw everything I needed, and I'm sure we would all rather focus on this more pressing matter. Get the medbot." Lirren went to do as instructed, and Turri cheerily bounced over, somehow not at all tired from all the exertion from moments ago. "You saw what you needed? That means you have an answer then? How'd they do?" He looked over to the two kobolds who were the entire purpose of the battle. "Their tenacity impressed me. This fight was clearly stacked against them, they knew better than to meet us head on, so they went for a bold strategy." Turri shot Kellista a thumbs up. "I also like how aware they were. Even when locked in combat, you" he nodded to Kellista "were still aware of your surroundings, and managed to help your teammate while minimizing the risk it posed to yourself." Kalivine gave a sigh of relief as the medbot started its work. "And it's rare to see someone cast anything while that exhausted, let alone a summoning." Turri walked over to Culleo. "Hey, ya hear that? Big ole Kal says you're cool!" He said as he pulled the lizard to his feet. Culleo could only huff in response. "Aww he's all tuckered out!" Oh Break you! Culleo tried to curse. "Ho, Huff you" Culleo actually said. "I love you too. So!" Turri said, dropping Culleo with a thump as he turned his attention back to Kalivine. "That mean they're in?" "Not necessarily. As much as they can push, the fact that they needed to push so hard is a major concern. My familiar shouldn't have caused so much trouble, I myself am hardly warmed up, and that summoning, which was at the center of their plan failed so poorly it might have made things even worse for them. I don't like that one bit. Then there's also the matter of how you-" "Oi, Kal! Sorry to interrupt but we got a little somethin' you should see!" Lithia called out.
Turri and Kalivine looked over to where she was standing, and noticed the bag at her feet. "That's... Yeah it is, isn't it?" The bag wasn't too interesting. Sure it was an awkward size, and the lettering wasn't in a language any of them knew, but besides that it looked like an average old bag. Of course, it was the fact that it was there that made it interesting. "Guys, what do we do?" Kellista asked. "Can't you just send it back?" Lirren said, looking to Culleo. The medbot had made its rounds by this point, so he could finally start speaking properly. "But- but I already did! I ended the spell and sent the familiar back! Now that I've done that I'm no longer tethered, so can't summon or dismiss them anymore." They all exchanged nervous glances. That thing had ignored summoning orders, stared ALL of them down, and had tried to cast something before being dismissed, not to mention how it went from stock still to lightning fast reflexes in the blink of an eye. And now its bag was here.
"Well? Let's open it up!" Lithia reached for the bag and everyone else was too stunned to stop her. Unzipping it, she upturned the bad, dumping its contents onto the ground. "So, what do we have here? Some clothes by the looks of it." Lirren was first to speak up. "Lithia! What are you doing!?" "Uhh, checking out our sweet new swag. Obviously!" Turri answered for her. "Come on. Ooooh, what's this?" Turri, being the birdbrain that he is, was immediately distracted by the shiny piece of metal that had tumbled out of the jumble of clothes. He picked it up and started examining it closely, eyes expanding rapidly. "What are you...? Ah ha!" Pushing a knob that turned out to be a button, a solid 'Ka-chink!' made everyone flinch as a simple yet elegant blade popped out. Turri's eyes expanded even wider and a grin made it to his beak. "Oh this one's totally mine!" Culleo considered saying something, not liking how something he summoned was now being robbed. "Hey what're these?" Oh great, now Kellista was in on it too. She found a small pouch of brown spheres. Taking a sniff, she must have liked what she smelt because she popped the thing in her mouth. "Hey! This stuff tastes good! I think I found some candy!" She said, rolling the brown sphere around her mouth. Everyone turned at that, and Kellista realized the folly of showing off her prize as everyone went for a piece.
In the turmoil of grasping hands, squawking and muttering, and a couple pinched fingers, Lithia was the first in and out. She was terrifyingly nimble despite her size, and she brought up her prize to take a sniff of her own before her eyes widened. "Nobody eat these!" She suddenly howled at the group. Everyone stopped in shock as Lithia lunged towards Kellista, who was more than a little shocked when the Lyc twice her size picked her up like a toddler. "Spit it out! Spit it out now!" She said, shaking the kobold. Kellista opened her mouth and let the brown ball of goodness drop onto the dirt, ruining it. "Hey! Let her go!" Culleo drew his rapier and pointed it to the one threatening his friend. Lithia hardly even noticed the second kobold, but still did as asked. "What was that about?" Turri asked. "Those aren't candy. At least I don't think so. They're laced with caffeine!" With that grand statement the others quickly dropped theirs, Lirren caught a whiff from his own and yep! Caffeine. It was subtle, hidden under a network of sugar, but it was there. His joined the other on the ground.
Kellista had never been so glad to be shaken like that. She was about to swallow the thing! Two seconds later and she would have ingested poison, and she didn't like her chances at that point. "Th-thank you for saving me." She said, still a little shaken from being a little shaken. "Don't mention it!" Lithia replied with a grin. "But now I want to know why our guy had a bag of poisonous sweets on him. Any ideas?" The group exchanged glances, and Kellista piped up again. "I think he was an assassin!" All eyes turned on her and she almost felt the weight of their collective gaze. "Well think about it! What have we found? A disguise, poison you'd willingly eat, a concealed knife," Turri was still fiddling with it, and there were now several bits of metal sticking out at odd angles. "Which we now see comes with a lockpicking set! Honestly Turri put that down before you release a toxic cloud or something!" Kalivine, who had been nodding along interjected "and some kind of access card" while holding up another find. "Exactly!" Kellista cut back in. "And where is this all stored? In a nondescript bag that could just be left somewhere! Come on guys, you saw how it moved! It hardly made a sound and was getting ready to fight, regardless of its summoners instructions! Like it actually thought it could take us all!" Kellista was panting by the end of her little presentation. "I think she's right. It was also powerful enough to bend a summoning to its will like that. I'm just glad you were able to send it back. I don't even wanna know what it was planning." Lirren said. Turri sighed and dropped the knife, and they all came to the same conclusion. After a few quick seconds everything was back in the bag and nobody wanted to touch it anymore.
"So what do we do now?" Culleo broke the silence, "should we tell someone?" Kalivine nodded. "Definitely report this. I think Mr. Folksen is in today. He'll know what to do." Withsomeone to pin the responsibility on a plan of action, the group headed to the main campus building.
.....
After he finished inspecting the ground and distinctly not crying in the fetal position over lost chocolates, Micheal slowly picked himself up, dusted off his clothes, and began to walk home. What sucked was that even without his bag, he was still weighed down because of the detachable weights he had wrapped around his wrists and ankles, and now that he had let himself cool down, his limbs also felt like lead. He gave a mental sigh as he trudged along. The journey was slow and painful, but at least uneventful. As his house came into view, Mikey noticed that he still felt the imprint of his bags strap on his hand and shoulder. Kinda weird, because 'the incident' as he started referring to it as happened nearly 20 minutes ago now, and the imprint he could see was still in his hand. Focusing on it, he could still feel the fibers that made up the strap! He stopped and leaned over, looking closely at his palm. There's nothing to see, but he definitely feels his bag, not the imprint, but the actual strap like it was in his hand. "Wha...?" Closing his fingers and yes, there was something. It wasn't physical though, but almost like a breeze in his hand. He gave it a gentle tug and- "wait No! Not AGAIN!" started seeing spots in his vision.
Michael materialized back in the field with his eyes shut tight. "Come on! Are you kidding!? Why!?" He didn't care that he was making a scene in the middle of a pack of monsters, that eye thing simply couldn't be the only mode of transportation between worlds. His vision cleared however, and he saw that the field was now empty, which meant no dragon to eat him, and no kobold to send him back. But wait! His bag was here! Relief flooded through Mike as he found all his stuff was still there! Even the chocolate! "Oh, there is a god!" He said, popping one in his mouth. He stopped as he saw something, a half-eaten chocolate on the ground, clearly spat out. 'So, it's not that they didn't rob me, but team dragon is just too good for my stuff?' he thought with just a little indignation. Bad mood back firmly in place, Mike took a look at his surroundings. Now that there were no distractions, like a dragon in his face ('no, I willnot let that go any time soon!'), he could see the 'field' was the unkept land kind more than the soccer field kind, and this field was surrounded on three sides by buildings that were old enough that they might be ruins, and weren't styled like anything he had seen on earth. Knowing werewolves roamed the area, it was starting to feel like a monster town. Behind him however, stood a thick stone wall with a spiked fence on top of it. Although he had no chance to climb the wall, it did nothing to hide the grand, Cathedral looking structure behind it. The structure seemed to be carved out of marble, and was clearly maintained in stark contrast to the rest of the area. Looking up, Michael took back 'cathedral' and went with 'super palace' because this place was utterly massive. Sure, the base of the building was on par with Notre Dame but at higher levels instead of tapering out like most buildings do, it became larger and infinitely more extravagant. Seeing how he had literally been summoned here, Mike was clued in on the existence of magic, but the blatant disrespect for the laws of physics above his head confirmed that wizards were probably a thing. As the main body of the building went higher and higher, it seemed to thin out and seperate into a tangle of towers, courtyards, balconies and a whole lot of castle parts he didn't have words for, all forming a beautiful balance between chaotic and symmetrical. There were bridges that went to sections that didn't have anything under them, straight up floating islands, stairs that were rows of floating steps, and landings that looked like they disagreed on what way was down, all loosely forming a cage around a main structure that he could hardly see thanks to all the clutter around it. There was nothing on earth, even in games or movies that compared to the ridiculous levels of architecture going on in front of him. Seeing such beauty and grandeur so remarkably displayed in front of him, Michael was filled with deep emotion.
That emotion was pants-wetting fear. What the heck!? Was he trespassing on a literal god's doorstep!? Or, judging by the surroundings, was this some sort of local superpower that basically owned the very air he was breathing!? No, probably not, they hadn't aimed anything at him or yelled through a microphone that he needed to vacate immediately or be forcibly removed, but still! Michael stood there for several minutes, staring with a blend of terror, curiosity and fascination. He wasn't even sure how long it had been when he saw a new monster, one he did not have a name for, casually strolling towards the castle. Upon seeing the creature, it struck him that he was standing in broad daylight in the middle of a field in downtown monsterville. Luckily whatever it was hadn't noticed him yet, and he intended to keep it that way. He ran into the most deserted looking part of the ruins, hoping to keep eyes off him.
.....
"So after he dismissed it, we noticed the bag hadn't gone back, so we took a look and it was clear the creature was a rogue of some kind." The six of them were gathered in an office several floors high in the school, and were busy relaying the events that had transpired concerning the summoning to one of the few teachers that were still available to speak with.
"How can you be sure? What was in the bag?" Professor Folksen, an older Kaikku and notable scholar asked.
"Well, the bag itself was unremarkable, but there was a concealed dagger and a caffeine based poison along with a simple disguise. And the dagger also had a set of lockpicks built into it too. When we realized what we were looking at, we decided to put everything back and come to you." Kellista continued, describing the scene quickly to the professor.
"You made the right call. With any luck your friend will pull their bag back, find their items intact and decide seeking retribution would be a waste of time."
"Sorry sir, pull their bag back?" Culleo asked.
"Indeed Mr. Zirrkus, this isn't the first time a familiar returned home without everything. The tether that allows them to find their way back to their own dimension remains until every piece returns with it. only then does the figurative door close and prevent them from coming back unprompted. Your friend has probably already taken their things back and has forgotten about this whole thing." Mr. Folksen said reassuringly.
"But wait, if there's still a tether to this world, couldn't it come back instead!?" Culleo asked with panic rising in his voice.
"No no, that won't be an issue. When a familiar is partially returned like in this case, the mana of its homeworld acts as an anchor, any attempt to pull itself back through without the summoners assistance would just pull everything to its origin. Even if it did have a way to come back, you've given it no reason to seek you out."
"But this thing managed to circumvent my summon, couldn't it find other workarounds if it could do that?" Culleo was struggling to keep his voice in the same octave.
The old scholar shook his head. "That would require a monumental misunderstanding of magic. There may be some things we've forgotten about mana since the jolt, but this comparison would be on the same level as worrying that gravity might fail because someone was able to hack your comm. It has no reason to return and even if it did, there would literally be all the mana in a world holding it back. You can relax dear Culleo, it's not going to seek out vengeance against you."
Culleo tried to calm down, he did his best to consider his mentors words and see the clearly laid out logic, but his nerves just wouldn't go down. He had a mantle of dread over his heart that just wouldn't abate. Ragged wisps of the tether seemed to remain, so faint they just might be his imagination, but something inside him was screaming that this wasn't over.
Seeing the apprehension on his pupil's face, Folksen tried another approach. "Come now, you said this duel took place on the eastern field, yes? Well let's go check it out." The old bird had clear signs of aging, wrinkles, loss of feathers and colour, but it did nothing to slow him down as he briskly made his way to a nearby window. "Now where, ahh! I can see scorchmarks. That's where you fought, yes?" He called as the young, spry and physically fit students caught up. Kalivine confirmed. "Yes, right over there. The creature was summoned by those two gouges" he said, pointing to some damage in the turf. "And what do you see?" Folksen asked. "...the bag is gone." Lirren answered. "Exactly. And what do you know? No assassins at our throats. The tether has been severed, we don't need to worry about them coming back. Now I want you kids to get home early tonight and have a good night's sleep. The school year officially starts tomorrow and you don't need to let this keep you up all night."
Culleo nodded numbly. Seeing the empty field had only made the icy grip on his heart squeeze tighter, but everything was exactly as professor Folksen had said it should be, and he couldn't find any reason to doubt it. "Alright teach, that sounds like a good idea, I'm headed out before this lot gets me into any more trouble." Turri said before giving Culleo a clap on the shoulder "Cully! You two need a ride? Don't worry about it, it's no biggie!" He didn't even wait for a response as he grabbed Kellista's hand and began leading the two kobolds out to a landing pad and a few minutes later had the two on his back as he flew through the night. Even two on his back, kobolds were sufficiently smaller than kaikkus that Turri was able to glide most of the way.
"This whole thing really is eating at you, huh?" Turri asked, and it took Culleo a moment to realize he was being addressed. It was starting to get into the evening, but people were milling about, so Turri had taken them higher than strictly necessary to give the kobolds some privacy. "...I'm not really sure why, but yeah. Everything that Professor Folksen said made sense, and this kind of thing doesn't normally bother me, but I just can't shake this feeling..." Culleo trailed off as he considered the problem. "I bet you're just stressed from not getting an answer!" Kellista interjected, "We've been working forward to getting a spot with the Divvani faction for months now and we didn't even get an answer! It's just nerves, man!" Culleo had honestly forgotten about that, but Kellista was right. They just threw everything they had in an all or nothing battle that would probably have an effect on the rest of their lives, and didn't even know if they had won. As Culleo looked forward as best he could into the headwind, he really hoped his friend was right.
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Alright, I know I already broke my 'once a week' promise by posting this, but don't expect a habit of it! I'm just a little ahead in my writing and I'm sticking with that standard.
The first shall be previous and the next shall be in a week or so.
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Turri and Kalivine looked over to where she was standing, and noticed the bag at her feet. "That's... Yeah it is, isn't it?" The bag wasn't too interesting. Sure it was an awkward size, and the lettering wasn't in a language any of them knew, but besides that it looked like an average old bag. Of course, it was the fact that it was there that made it interesting. "Guys, what do we do?" Kellista asked. "Can't you just send it back?" Lirren said, looking to Culleo. The medbot had made its rounds by this point, so he could finally start speaking properly. "But- but I already did! I ended the spell and sent the familiar back! Now that I've done that I'm no longer tethered, so can't summon or dismiss them anymore." They all exchanged nervous glances. That thing had ignored summoning orders, stared ALL of them down, and had tried to cast something before being dismissed, not to mention how it went from stock still to lightning fast reflexes in the blink of an eye. And now its bag was here.
"Well? Let's open it up!" Lithia reached for the bag and everyone else was too stunned to stop her. Unzipping it, she upturned the bad, dumping its contents onto the ground. "So, what do we have here? Some clothes by the looks of it." Lirren was first to speak up. "Lithia! What are you doing!?" "Uhh, checking out our sweet new swag. Obviously!" Turri answered for her. "Come on. Ooooh, what's this?" Turri, being the birdbrain that he is, was immediately distracted by the shiny piece of metal that had tumbled out of the jumble of clothes. He picked it up and started examining it closely, eyes expanding rapidly. "What are you...? Ah ha!" Pushing a knob that turned out to be a button, a solid 'Ka-chink!' made everyone flinch as a simple yet elegant blade popped out. Turri's eyes expanded even wider and a grin made it to his beak. "Oh this one's totally mine!" Culleo considered saying something, not liking how something he summoned was now being robbed. "Hey what're these?" Oh great, now Kellista was in on it too. She found a small pouch of brown spheres. Taking a sniff, she must have liked what she smelt because she popped the thing in her mouth. "Hey! This stuff tastes good! I think I found some candy!" She said, rolling the brown sphere around her mouth. Everyone turned at that, and Kellista realized the folly of showing off her prize as everyone went for a piece.
In the turmoil of grasping hands, squawking and muttering, and a couple pinched fingers, Lithia was the first in and out. She was terrifyingly nimble despite her size, and she brought up her prize to take a sniff of her own before her eyes widened. "Nobody eat these!" She suddenly howled at the group. Everyone stopped in shock as Lithia lunged towards Kellista, who was more than a little shocked when the Lyc twice her size picked her up like a toddler. "Spit it out! Spit it out now!" She said, shaking the kobold. Kellista opened her mouth and let the brown ball of goodness drop onto the dirt, ruining it. "Hey! Let her go!" Culleo drew his rapier and pointed it to the one threatening his friend. Lithia hardly even noticed the second kobold, but still did as asked. "What was that about?" Turri asked. "Those aren't candy. At least I don't think so. They're laced with caffeine!" With that grand statement the others quickly dropped theirs, Lirren caught a whiff from his own and yep! Caffeine. It was subtle, hidden under a network of sugar, but it was there. His joined the other on the ground.
Kellista had never been so glad to be shaken like that. She was about to swallow the thing! Two seconds later and she would have ingested poison, and she didn't like her chances at that point. "Th-thank you for saving me." She said, still a little shaken from being a little shaken. "Don't mention it!" Lithia replied with a grin. "But now I want to know why our guy had a bag of poisonous sweets on him. Any ideas?" The group exchanged glances, and Kellista piped up again. "I think he was an assassin!" All eyes turned on her and she almost felt the weight of their collective gaze. "Well think about it! What have we found? A disguise, poison you'd willingly eat, a concealed knife," Turri was still fiddling with it, and there were now several bits of metal sticking out at odd angles. "Which we now see comes with a lockpicking set! Honestly Turri put that down before you release a toxic cloud or something!" Kalivine, who had been nodding along interjected "and some kind of access card" while holding up another find. "Exactly!" Kellista cut back in. "And where is this all stored? In a nondescript bag that could just be left somewhere! Come on guys, you saw how it moved! It hardly made a sound and was getting ready to fight, regardless of its summoners instructions! Like it actually thought it could take us all!" Kellista was panting by the end of her little presentation. "I think she's right. It was also powerful enough to bend a summoning to its will like that. I'm just glad you were able to send it back. I don't even wanna know what it was planning." Lirren said. Turri sighed and dropped the knife, and they all came to the same conclusion. After a few quick seconds everything was back in the bag and nobody wanted to touch it anymore.
"So what do we do now?" Culleo broke the silence, "should we tell someone?" Kalivine nodded. "Definitely report this. I think Mr. Folksen is in today. He'll know what to do." With
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After he finished inspecting the ground and distinctly not crying in the fetal position over lost chocolates, Micheal slowly picked himself up, dusted off his clothes, and began to walk home. What sucked was that even without his bag, he was still weighed down because of the detachable weights he had wrapped around his wrists and ankles, and now that he had let himself cool down, his limbs also felt like lead. He gave a mental sigh as he trudged along. The journey was slow and painful, but at least uneventful. As his house came into view, Mikey noticed that he still felt the imprint of his bags strap on his hand and shoulder. Kinda weird, because 'the incident' as he started referring to it as happened nearly 20 minutes ago now, and the imprint he could see was still in his hand. Focusing on it, he could still feel the fibers that made up the strap! He stopped and leaned over, looking closely at his palm. There's nothing to see, but he definitely feels his bag, not the imprint, but the actual strap like it was in his hand. "Wha...?" Closing his fingers and yes, there was something. It wasn't physical though, but almost like a breeze in his hand. He gave it a gentle tug and- "wait No! Not AGAIN!" started seeing spots in his vision.
Michael materialized back in the field with his eyes shut tight. "Come on! Are you kidding!? Why!?" He didn't care that he was making a scene in the middle of a pack of monsters, that eye thing simply couldn't be the only mode of transportation between worlds. His vision cleared however, and he saw that the field was now empty, which meant no dragon to eat him, and no kobold to send him back. But wait! His bag was here! Relief flooded through Mike as he found all his stuff was still there! Even the chocolate! "Oh, there is a god!" He said, popping one in his mouth. He stopped as he saw something, a half-eaten chocolate on the ground, clearly spat out. 'So, it's not that they didn't rob me, but team dragon is just too good for my stuff?' he thought with just a little indignation. Bad mood back firmly in place, Mike took a look at his surroundings. Now that there were no distractions, like a dragon in his face ('no, I willnot let that go any time soon!'), he could see the 'field' was the unkept land kind more than the soccer field kind, and this field was surrounded on three sides by buildings that were old enough that they might be ruins, and weren't styled like anything he had seen on earth. Knowing werewolves roamed the area, it was starting to feel like a monster town. Behind him however, stood a thick stone wall with a spiked fence on top of it. Although he had no chance to climb the wall, it did nothing to hide the grand, Cathedral looking structure behind it. The structure seemed to be carved out of marble, and was clearly maintained in stark contrast to the rest of the area. Looking up, Michael took back 'cathedral' and went with 'super palace' because this place was utterly massive. Sure, the base of the building was on par with Notre Dame but at higher levels instead of tapering out like most buildings do, it became larger and infinitely more extravagant. Seeing how he had literally been summoned here, Mike was clued in on the existence of magic, but the blatant disrespect for the laws of physics above his head confirmed that wizards were probably a thing. As the main body of the building went higher and higher, it seemed to thin out and seperate into a tangle of towers, courtyards, balconies and a whole lot of castle parts he didn't have words for, all forming a beautiful balance between chaotic and symmetrical. There were bridges that went to sections that didn't have anything under them, straight up floating islands, stairs that were rows of floating steps, and landings that looked like they disagreed on what way was down, all loosely forming a cage around a main structure that he could hardly see thanks to all the clutter around it. There was nothing on earth, even in games or movies that compared to the ridiculous levels of architecture going on in front of him. Seeing such beauty and grandeur so remarkably displayed in front of him, Michael was filled with deep emotion.
That emotion was pants-wetting fear. What the heck!? Was he trespassing on a literal god's doorstep!? Or, judging by the surroundings, was this some sort of local superpower that basically owned the very air he was breathing!? No, probably not, they hadn't aimed anything at him or yelled through a microphone that he needed to vacate immediately or be forcibly removed, but still! Michael stood there for several minutes, staring with a blend of terror, curiosity and fascination. He wasn't even sure how long it had been when he saw a new monster, one he did not have a name for, casually strolling towards the castle. Upon seeing the creature, it struck him that he was standing in broad daylight in the middle of a field in downtown monsterville. Luckily whatever it was hadn't noticed him yet, and he intended to keep it that way. He ran into the most deserted looking part of the ruins, hoping to keep eyes off him.
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"So after he dismissed it, we noticed the bag hadn't gone back, so we took a look and it was clear the creature was a rogue of some kind." The six of them were gathered in an office several floors high in the school, and were busy relaying the events that had transpired concerning the summoning to one of the few teachers that were still available to speak with.
"How can you be sure? What was in the bag?" Professor Folksen, an older Kaikku and notable scholar asked.
"Well, the bag itself was unremarkable, but there was a concealed dagger and a caffeine based poison along with a simple disguise. And the dagger also had a set of lockpicks built into it too. When we realized what we were looking at, we decided to put everything back and come to you." Kellista continued, describing the scene quickly to the professor.
"You made the right call. With any luck your friend will pull their bag back, find their items intact and decide seeking retribution would be a waste of time."
"Sorry sir, pull their bag back?" Culleo asked.
"Indeed Mr. Zirrkus, this isn't the first time a familiar returned home without everything. The tether that allows them to find their way back to their own dimension remains until every piece returns with it. only then does the figurative door close and prevent them from coming back unprompted. Your friend has probably already taken their things back and has forgotten about this whole thing." Mr. Folksen said reassuringly.
"But wait, if there's still a tether to this world, couldn't it come back instead!?" Culleo asked with panic rising in his voice.
"No no, that won't be an issue. When a familiar is partially returned like in this case, the mana of its homeworld acts as an anchor, any attempt to pull itself back through without the summoners assistance would just pull everything to its origin. Even if it did have a way to come back, you've given it no reason to seek you out."
"But this thing managed to circumvent my summon, couldn't it find other workarounds if it could do that?" Culleo was struggling to keep his voice in the same octave.
The old scholar shook his head. "That would require a monumental misunderstanding of magic. There may be some things we've forgotten about mana since the jolt, but this comparison would be on the same level as worrying that gravity might fail because someone was able to hack your comm. It has no reason to return and even if it did, there would literally be all the mana in a world holding it back. You can relax dear Culleo, it's not going to seek out vengeance against you."
Culleo tried to calm down, he did his best to consider his mentors words and see the clearly laid out logic, but his nerves just wouldn't go down. He had a mantle of dread over his heart that just wouldn't abate. Ragged wisps of the tether seemed to remain, so faint they just might be his imagination, but something inside him was screaming that this wasn't over.
Seeing the apprehension on his pupil's face, Folksen tried another approach. "Come now, you said this duel took place on the eastern field, yes? Well let's go check it out." The old bird had clear signs of aging, wrinkles, loss of feathers and colour, but it did nothing to slow him down as he briskly made his way to a nearby window. "Now where, ahh! I can see scorchmarks. That's where you fought, yes?" He called as the young, spry and physically fit students caught up. Kalivine confirmed. "Yes, right over there. The creature was summoned by those two gouges" he said, pointing to some damage in the turf. "And what do you see?" Folksen asked. "...the bag is gone." Lirren answered. "Exactly. And what do you know? No assassins at our throats. The tether has been severed, we don't need to worry about them coming back. Now I want you kids to get home early tonight and have a good night's sleep. The school year officially starts tomorrow and you don't need to let this keep you up all night."
Culleo nodded numbly. Seeing the empty field had only made the icy grip on his heart squeeze tighter, but everything was exactly as professor Folksen had said it should be, and he couldn't find any reason to doubt it. "Alright teach, that sounds like a good idea, I'm headed out before this lot gets me into any more trouble." Turri said before giving Culleo a clap on the shoulder "Cully! You two need a ride? Don't worry about it, it's no biggie!" He didn't even wait for a response as he grabbed Kellista's hand and began leading the two kobolds out to a landing pad and a few minutes later had the two on his back as he flew through the night. Even two on his back, kobolds were sufficiently smaller than kaikkus that Turri was able to glide most of the way.
"This whole thing really is eating at you, huh?" Turri asked, and it took Culleo a moment to realize he was being addressed. It was starting to get into the evening, but people were milling about, so Turri had taken them higher than strictly necessary to give the kobolds some privacy. "...I'm not really sure why, but yeah. Everything that Professor Folksen said made sense, and this kind of thing doesn't normally bother me, but I just can't shake this feeling..." Culleo trailed off as he considered the problem. "I bet you're just stressed from not getting an answer!" Kellista interjected, "We've been working forward to getting a spot with the Divvani faction for months now and we didn't even get an answer! It's just nerves, man!" Culleo had honestly forgotten about that, but Kellista was right. They just threw everything they had in an all or nothing battle that would probably have an effect on the rest of their lives, and didn't even know if they had won. As Culleo looked forward as best he could into the headwind, he really hoped his friend was right.
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Alright, I know I already broke my 'once a week' promise by posting this, but don't expect a habit of it! I'm just a little ahead in my writing and I'm sticking with that standard.
The first shall be previous and the next shall be in a week or so.
2023.06.01 15:42 Jumpy-Bid7571 Dream my 4 yr old was evil and trying to hurt me
June 1 2023 Dream - I am in a former industrial site - maybe an old train yard. Is it a tour? The reason for being there isn’t clear. My boyfriend is there with me and we are trying to find privacy to have sex. We find a room that is like a shed, there is steam Coming from a nearby hose in the wall and gravel on the ground. We begin kissing and the gravel or broken glass gets in my mouth. I try to pick it out - I want to give my boyfriend head but the gravel or broken glass is in my mouth. It occurs to me that the air or the entire site is probably toxic - due to its nature of being an old industrial site.
Next scene - it is bedtime and my boyfriend is putting my son to bed (common in my waking life). My son won’t sleep, I open a floor level window while holding him. Outside the window, there is a row of evening spaces faves with a small flower in each. Someone is parked in front of the window with two small children sitting on the side walk. I reach to open the window and it knocks the small vase and the water spills on the sidewalk wetting the children. They begin to cry. I call for someone to bring towels and for help. My son slowly slips from my arms through the open window and bumps the back of his head - it’s a very small fall maybe 3 inches.
I am concerned, and carry him back to the bed - he seems asleep but I am worried about a brain bleed from the bump. My mom and aunt are there - I consult with them. They say he is fine but I can see his eyes flickering as if he is about to convulse. His face begins changing and I know he is not well. He transforms into an aggressive version of himself - like Chucky. he keep trying to attack me. I block his attacks with nearby objects - which he smashes with his fists. When he charges at me I pick him up from his arm and set him down on furniture. This happens several Time. Someone nearby lifts a large piece of wood or a wooden toy to hit him and I yell for the person to stop - “don’t hurt him.” I call out to those around me - “call 911, please google to see if a bump on the head causes aggressiveness.” I decide to try and corral him by playing a game and telling Conor he is a monster I need to catch. It seems to focus his energy on me - it feels dark and evil. I finally grab him and he becomes an empty box in my hands - like a flattened happy meal box. I wake up screaming, “I have the monster.”
Observation - writing this dream down causes me sob Feelings upon waking - terror, grief, Confusion and helplessness because no one would help me in my dream
Events leading up - three days before fought with my BFF bc she has been gossiping about me and I felt unwelcome at her house during a visit. Night before dream - boyfriend upset with me over what I perceive to be a minor issue.
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Next scene - it is bedtime and my boyfriend is putting my son to bed (common in my waking life). My son won’t sleep, I open a floor level window while holding him. Outside the window, there is a row of evening spaces faves with a small flower in each. Someone is parked in front of the window with two small children sitting on the side walk. I reach to open the window and it knocks the small vase and the water spills on the sidewalk wetting the children. They begin to cry. I call for someone to bring towels and for help. My son slowly slips from my arms through the open window and bumps the back of his head - it’s a very small fall maybe 3 inches.
I am concerned, and carry him back to the bed - he seems asleep but I am worried about a brain bleed from the bump. My mom and aunt are there - I consult with them. They say he is fine but I can see his eyes flickering as if he is about to convulse. His face begins changing and I know he is not well. He transforms into an aggressive version of himself - like Chucky. he keep trying to attack me. I block his attacks with nearby objects - which he smashes with his fists. When he charges at me I pick him up from his arm and set him down on furniture. This happens several Time. Someone nearby lifts a large piece of wood or a wooden toy to hit him and I yell for the person to stop - “don’t hurt him.” I call out to those around me - “call 911, please google to see if a bump on the head causes aggressiveness.” I decide to try and corral him by playing a game and telling Conor he is a monster I need to catch. It seems to focus his energy on me - it feels dark and evil. I finally grab him and he becomes an empty box in my hands - like a flattened happy meal box. I wake up screaming, “I have the monster.”
Observation - writing this dream down causes me sob Feelings upon waking - terror, grief, Confusion and helplessness because no one would help me in my dream
Events leading up - three days before fought with my BFF bc she has been gossiping about me and I felt unwelcome at her house during a visit. Night before dream - boyfriend upset with me over what I perceive to be a minor issue.
2023.06.01 15:31 AzureBeast Respect Baron Blood (Marvel 616)
John Falsworth, Baron Blood
Lord John Falsworth was the younger son of Lord William Falsworth, one of the wealthiest members of the British aristocracy in the late Victorian era. When John's older brother Montgomery inherited the title and bulk of William's estate upon his death, John left England bitter and vengeful. Falsworth traveled to Transylvania in an attempt to find and control the legendary Count Dracula to achieve wealth and power. However, Falsworth's occult knowledge proved woefully insufficient and Dracula turned him into a vampire and bid him to return to England and to wreak havoc upon the country. When World War I broke out, Falsworth offered his services to Germany as a spy. Given a costume and codename meant to inspire fear in his enemies, Falsworth became Baron Blood. Following WWI, Blood again aligned himself with Germany in World War II, where he first came into conflict with Captain America and the Invaders, who would prove to be consistent enemies in the decades to come as Blood continually cycled between death and revival.Invaders (1975) Issue # = IV#
Invaders (2019) Issue # = VD#
Captain America (1968) Issue # = CA#
Captain America (1998) Issue # = PT#
The Avengers (1963) Annual # = AA#
Namor the Sub-Mariner (1990) Annual # = NA#
Knights of Pendragon (1992) Issue # = KP#
Mortigan Goth: Immortalis (1993) Issue # = MG#
Union Jack (1998) Issue # = UJ#
Avengers 1959 (2011) Issue # = AF#
All-New Captain America (2015) Issue # = AC
Physicals
Vampire Physiology
General
- Steve Rogers says that Baron Blood is stronger and faster than himAA16
- As a vampire, Baron Blood feeds on the blood of his victimsIV41
Weaknesses
- Can be killed by silver and stakes, but only if it strikes in a vital placeIV8
- Abhors garlicCA253
- Repulsed by crossesKP11
- Nazi scientist experimented on him and made him capable of withstanding sunlight for a timeIV9
Deaths
- Killed when he is knocked over onto a stalagmite that stabs him through the heartIV9
- Killed again when Namor throws a wooden shaft through his heartIV41
- Killed when Steve Rogers decapitates him and burns his bodyCA254
- Killed again when Joey Chapman knocks him onto a spikeKP11
Strength
Striking
- Beats down Steve Rogers and NamorIV9
- KOs Jim Hammond with a kick to the headIV9
- Fells Montgomery Falsworth with his slightest blowIV8
- Backhands Steve through a doorCA253
- Damages the floor with a punchKP11
Lifting/Throwing
- Flings Jim Hammond into a wall hard enough to break itIV7
- Throws Namor into a wall hard enough to crack itNA2
- Flings Steve Rogers high into the airIV7
- Lifts a large rock and smashes Montgomery Falsworth's leg with itIV9
- Lifts and throws a wardrobe in the daytimeCA254
- Lifts Spitfire and Brian Falsworth upside down with one arm apieceIV39
Other
- Swings Whizzer like a club to knock over Steve Rogers and Miss AmericaIV40
- Rips a stalactite off of the ceiling and throws it at Montgomery FalsworthIV9
- Crushes a man's hand in his gripKP10
Durability
Blunt
- Tackled through a wall and a floor of a building by Sam WilsonAC6
- Takes a punch to the face from Steve RogersIV7
- Takes blows from Steve Rogers and BuckyIV8
- Takes hits from Steve Rogers and Joey Chapman in the daytimeCA254
- Takes a max strength shield throw from Steve RogersIV41
Heat
Energy/Electricity
- No sells a blast to the chest from Janet van DyneAA16
- Hit with a blast of electricity from Brian FalsworthIV40
Other
Speed/Agility
Reaction/Dodging
- Grabs Whizzer before he can land a blow and swings him at Captain America and Miss AmericaIV40
- Grabs Namor before he can land a blow and flings him asideNA2
- Easily avoids Kenneth Falsworth's attackCA254
Movement
- Punches Steve Rogers and Namor out of the airIV9
- Punches Montgomery Falsworth out of the airIV8
- Grabs Redwing before he can reactAC5
Agility
Skill/Misc
- Sets up traps that take down the InvadersIV8
- At one point he wore a specially constructed disguise to help him better resist sunlightCA254
- Identifies different types of magic by smellAF2
Powers
Elemental Control
- Summons wind that blows out Jim Hammond's flamesIV7
- Creates wind in a room that blows back Sam Wilson and knocks around some office furnitureAC6
- Summons a storm to cover his escapeIV7
- Summons a fogbank in the path of the Invaders' planeIV7
- Conjures fog to obscure two planes and make them crash into each otherIV40
Hypnosis
- Hypnotizes Steve Rogers, paralyzing himCA253
- Hypnotizes Montgomery FalsworthIV9
- Hypnotizes Katherine AinsleyMG2
- Hypnotizes Jim Hammond, an artificial manIV9
Transformation
- Transforms into mist to avoid Steve Rogers' blow and escape the loop of garlic he put on his neckCA253
- Transformed into mist to knock out the Howling CommandosPT20
- Transforms into a batCA254
Controlling Creatures
- Commands a swarm of rats to surround Falsworth ManorCA253
- Commands a swarm of bats to attack the Avengers 1959AF2
2023.06.01 14:54 ItsDumi [SOUL STEALER] Chapter 10 - Canyon City (Pt. 8)
As Kita and Raya reach the second door to the second floor amongst the rattles of gunfire, they burst through the door into a waiting room.
At the other end of the small room is a large, booming, door that eclipses the entryway they'd just used. Villainous door- Kita called it. Definitely one of the best uses of coin. If she had an organization like this, the office door would be her first order of business.
She steps a little closer to the door and raises her arm in the air. Admiring the inscriptions on the door one last time before casting a push spell.
The doors completely shatter, and erupt from their hinges as they fly out towards the centre of the room. Raya raises her rifle and scouts ahead of Kita- It's empty. Not a single person was in the room.
Kita's eyes flare. The kid isn't here. "Where else would they take him?" She asks Raya.
"I'm not sure," She answers.
The footsteps of raiders from the floors below clang louder as they approach. It's decision time. And she needs to make it quick.
"Why do you even care about this kid?" Raya asks.
"I think he knows something about the dark one,"
It's likely. Not many people have had their souls taken by the dark one. She needs to learn everything she can. If pure strength and an army still resulted in her death in past lives, then she may have to approach this all very differently. She just needs a clue and this kid could give her one.
"We need to find out where they're taking him," Kita orders.
"So we fight?" Raya asks.
"Leave one for questioning,"
They both pass up at the far end of the room, facing the wide entryway in preparation for the ensuing raiders.
"How many souls?" Raya asks.
"Seven,"
"Keep the shield up," Raya orders, reloading her gun. "I'll handle them,"
Raya crouches beside Kita, aiming down her sights as Kita casts the spherical shield around the both of them. Kita's not so sure this will work, but Raya seems so certain, it would be well worth it if it does.
The clatter of boots keeps getting louder as the snaking sound draws nearer. It sounds like over a dozen people are on their way up here. This is overkill, is she really that much of a threat? From the raiders' point of view, it does make sense that they would want to kill her after finding all of their prisoners and many of their friends dead. Not to mention she stole their princess, who is seemingly a more high-value prisoner.
These bastards aren't ready for the havoc Kita's ready to ensue upon them. It's felt good, killing these bastards. Her body has no tension, it's totally calm and content with the situation, despite how sticky it is. They should've just let her go, and shut up about whoever the hell that Chevo guy is. Now when that bald prick comes back here he'll find everyone's dead. Burning the place down might be the icing on the cake. She'll see how she's feeling when the time comes.
Two raiders appear around the corner, raising their guns as they notice Kita and Raya. Without much delay, Raya fires two shots into the first raider's chest, and one more into the second's forehead. The raiders behind them start swarming into the room, but with each one that enters, Raya fires one or two bullets in quick succession. She'll run out of ammo soon, and these raiders keep on coming.
Kita puts a hand on Raya's shoulder, preparing to cast a spell. Awaiting the click of Raya's gun.
Six left. She'll be running out of souls soon. Kita needs to make a move that'll get both of them out of here. Staying here to question one of the assholes could put them in more danger than Kita is willing to expose herself to.
Click.
Kita drops her shield the moment the last bullet collides with the raider inside the room. That same instant she casts a spell using five of the remaining six souls.
Invisible. Her mind echoes.
A momentary ripple of the light in the room leaves her questioning whether it worked. The next set of guards step into the room with squinting eyebrows. Looking straight through Kita and Raya as they glance around the room.
Raya stands up, slowly strapping the gun over her shoulder with a similar look of confusion gleaming in her blue eyes. Kita keeps a firm grasp on Raya's shoulder as the two of them shuffle toward the door- in sync, and trying not to make a sound as more raiders step into the room.
Judging by the look on Raya's face, this is the first time she's seen this spell. It's high value, but also high cost. Not to mention the spell is easily wasted by making a noise or colliding with someone. As they reach the staircase, they glance downstairs to where a handful of raiders await instructions from the raiders already in the room.
Each of their footsteps has a focused effort of silence being applied as they slowly make their way up the stairs. They aren't being followed- not yet anyway. And the raiders below are still trying to figure out what's just happened. It's clear people of this world aren't familiar with magic. Did they even know it exists? Raya and the old lady are the only people who knew of Kita's magic, but that's because she's met them all before. Are there other people with magic? Why would Kita be the only one? Assuming she is would only put her at risk- Establishing complacency or narcissism. It's smarter to assume she isn't the only one.
As they reach the first floor, they open the stairwell door to step into a massive tent. One Kita doesn't remember seeing from the top of the canyon. It's on the ground since the dirt room with the occasional rug spits dust with each of their steps. Everything in the room looks like the old technology. Glass panels sit on every desk, each with a board of symbols before it. Weapons and small devices sit on all the tables scattered throughout the room… Could they have built this place? No- The raiders must have found this bunker, or whatever it is. No one has the resources or knowledge to pull this off. Especially not some gang of thieves.
"Follow me," Raya says to Kita, sprinting out of Kita's grasp. A shimmer of colour and light in the tent and they're no longer invisible. She runs after Raya, who is pacing towards the entrance of the tent. The warm glow of the setting sun on the horizon is the first thing she sees before Raya put her arm out, stopping Kita in her tracks. Her eyes adjust to the light when she realizes she's stood at a cliff's edge. A massive protrusion on the canyon wall creates an isolated bed where their tent sits above the bunker that expands down into the wall of the canyon.
"What is this?" Kita asks, confused by the sheer scale of architecture that must have been required to build in this manner.
"I'd guess it was built by the old humans," Raya responds.
"What for?"
Raya shrugs, "This may be where the raiders found their weapons. If I had to guess, I'd imagine it held strategic importance to its creators,"
Kita basks at the scale of the canyon as well. Looking to her right at the neverending corridor, then to her left- where the subtle glow of lights radiates from around the bend of the canyon. She walks towards the pathway on her left, a small walkway carved into the side of the canyon that leads toward a makeshift bridge.
AUTHOR'S NOTES
Read ahead on RoyalRoad [https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/68702/soul-stealer-anti-hero-reincarnation-fantasy](https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/68702/soul-stealer-anti-hero-reincarnation-fantasy)
Kita's thoughts - Post Chapter 10
"I'll just pee right here"
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At the other end of the small room is a large, booming, door that eclipses the entryway they'd just used. Villainous door- Kita called it. Definitely one of the best uses of coin. If she had an organization like this, the office door would be her first order of business.
She steps a little closer to the door and raises her arm in the air. Admiring the inscriptions on the door one last time before casting a push spell.
The doors completely shatter, and erupt from their hinges as they fly out towards the centre of the room. Raya raises her rifle and scouts ahead of Kita- It's empty. Not a single person was in the room.
Kita's eyes flare. The kid isn't here. "Where else would they take him?" She asks Raya.
"I'm not sure," She answers.
The footsteps of raiders from the floors below clang louder as they approach. It's decision time. And she needs to make it quick.
"Why do you even care about this kid?" Raya asks.
"I think he knows something about the dark one,"
It's likely. Not many people have had their souls taken by the dark one. She needs to learn everything she can. If pure strength and an army still resulted in her death in past lives, then she may have to approach this all very differently. She just needs a clue and this kid could give her one.
"We need to find out where they're taking him," Kita orders.
"So we fight?" Raya asks.
"Leave one for questioning,"
They both pass up at the far end of the room, facing the wide entryway in preparation for the ensuing raiders.
"How many souls?" Raya asks.
"Seven,"
"Keep the shield up," Raya orders, reloading her gun. "I'll handle them,"
Raya crouches beside Kita, aiming down her sights as Kita casts the spherical shield around the both of them. Kita's not so sure this will work, but Raya seems so certain, it would be well worth it if it does.
The clatter of boots keeps getting louder as the snaking sound draws nearer. It sounds like over a dozen people are on their way up here. This is overkill, is she really that much of a threat? From the raiders' point of view, it does make sense that they would want to kill her after finding all of their prisoners and many of their friends dead. Not to mention she stole their princess, who is seemingly a more high-value prisoner.
These bastards aren't ready for the havoc Kita's ready to ensue upon them. It's felt good, killing these bastards. Her body has no tension, it's totally calm and content with the situation, despite how sticky it is. They should've just let her go, and shut up about whoever the hell that Chevo guy is. Now when that bald prick comes back here he'll find everyone's dead. Burning the place down might be the icing on the cake. She'll see how she's feeling when the time comes.
Two raiders appear around the corner, raising their guns as they notice Kita and Raya. Without much delay, Raya fires two shots into the first raider's chest, and one more into the second's forehead. The raiders behind them start swarming into the room, but with each one that enters, Raya fires one or two bullets in quick succession. She'll run out of ammo soon, and these raiders keep on coming.
Kita puts a hand on Raya's shoulder, preparing to cast a spell. Awaiting the click of Raya's gun.
Six left. She'll be running out of souls soon. Kita needs to make a move that'll get both of them out of here. Staying here to question one of the assholes could put them in more danger than Kita is willing to expose herself to.
Click.
Kita drops her shield the moment the last bullet collides with the raider inside the room. That same instant she casts a spell using five of the remaining six souls.
Invisible. Her mind echoes.
A momentary ripple of the light in the room leaves her questioning whether it worked. The next set of guards step into the room with squinting eyebrows. Looking straight through Kita and Raya as they glance around the room.
Raya stands up, slowly strapping the gun over her shoulder with a similar look of confusion gleaming in her blue eyes. Kita keeps a firm grasp on Raya's shoulder as the two of them shuffle toward the door- in sync, and trying not to make a sound as more raiders step into the room.
Judging by the look on Raya's face, this is the first time she's seen this spell. It's high value, but also high cost. Not to mention the spell is easily wasted by making a noise or colliding with someone. As they reach the staircase, they glance downstairs to where a handful of raiders await instructions from the raiders already in the room.
Each of their footsteps has a focused effort of silence being applied as they slowly make their way up the stairs. They aren't being followed- not yet anyway. And the raiders below are still trying to figure out what's just happened. It's clear people of this world aren't familiar with magic. Did they even know it exists? Raya and the old lady are the only people who knew of Kita's magic, but that's because she's met them all before. Are there other people with magic? Why would Kita be the only one? Assuming she is would only put her at risk- Establishing complacency or narcissism. It's smarter to assume she isn't the only one.
As they reach the first floor, they open the stairwell door to step into a massive tent. One Kita doesn't remember seeing from the top of the canyon. It's on the ground since the dirt room with the occasional rug spits dust with each of their steps. Everything in the room looks like the old technology. Glass panels sit on every desk, each with a board of symbols before it. Weapons and small devices sit on all the tables scattered throughout the room… Could they have built this place? No- The raiders must have found this bunker, or whatever it is. No one has the resources or knowledge to pull this off. Especially not some gang of thieves.
"Follow me," Raya says to Kita, sprinting out of Kita's grasp. A shimmer of colour and light in the tent and they're no longer invisible. She runs after Raya, who is pacing towards the entrance of the tent. The warm glow of the setting sun on the horizon is the first thing she sees before Raya put her arm out, stopping Kita in her tracks. Her eyes adjust to the light when she realizes she's stood at a cliff's edge. A massive protrusion on the canyon wall creates an isolated bed where their tent sits above the bunker that expands down into the wall of the canyon.
"What is this?" Kita asks, confused by the sheer scale of architecture that must have been required to build in this manner.
"I'd guess it was built by the old humans," Raya responds.
"What for?"
Raya shrugs, "This may be where the raiders found their weapons. If I had to guess, I'd imagine it held strategic importance to its creators,"
Kita basks at the scale of the canyon as well. Looking to her right at the neverending corridor, then to her left- where the subtle glow of lights radiates from around the bend of the canyon. She walks towards the pathway on her left, a small walkway carved into the side of the canyon that leads toward a makeshift bridge.
AUTHOR'S NOTES
Read ahead on RoyalRoad [https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/68702/soul-stealer-anti-hero-reincarnation-fantasy](https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/68702/soul-stealer-anti-hero-reincarnation-fantasy)
Kita's thoughts - Post Chapter 10
"I'll just pee right here"
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2023.06.01 14:44 Adam-best Christmas Moose Printed Cane Birch 3D Rolling Pin
 | Finally, an easy way to prepare the most beautiful and original Christmas cookies in just minutes! submitted by Adam-best to McrOne [link] [comments] This unique, Christmas Rolling Pin would make a perfect Christmas gift for your wife, mother, friends (women or men) or anyone who loves to bake and loves the magic of Christmas! https://zafyn.com/products/christmas-moose-printed-cane-birch-3d-rolling-pin https://preview.redd.it/hhnubl1nw9161.jpg?width=590&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ffaf436514df0cbd460aeabf62906b98d09415c5 The Christmas Rolling Pin features a lovely pattern and it's SO easy to use! This extraordinary, wooden rolling pin is engraved with your choice of either a beautiful snowflake and deer pattern, doggy bones pattern or snowflakes patterns.
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2023.06.01 14:38 SillyBukkake Buying first guzheng
Hello! Im a student looking into buying a GuZheng. With the coming summer im a little bit tight on the budget and i was looking and the cheapeest options. I read through the group some posts but im still thorn between Sound of Mountain and Thomann. Particularly : https://www.thomann.de/gb/artino_marco_polo_chinese_guzheng_ii.htm
https://www.soundofmountain.com/professional-level-lotus-water-birds-carved-guzheng-instrument-chinese-zither-harp/
I've found mixed reviews on Sound of Mountain. The GuZheng is currently with promotion and thats why i was considering it.
On the other hand I've bought other stuff from Thomann and they are trustworthy with communication and probably faster and with better shipping. But im still not sure if the quality (even though im looking on the lower end) Has it improved during past 3 years of selling GuZhengs and is better than those of SoM?
I was considering searching for a second hand shop GuZheng but there isnt anything in my area and online shops would double the cost for shipment to my country. (Im living in Bulgaria and there arent any traditional asian instrument shops. and for our currency 500€ is even more than the minimum monthly wage, so im asking for understatement for my tight budget)
Im more into collecting and owning instruments as a hobby, im studying audio engineering and composition and i have fun recordind and trying different instruments. Maybe in the future if i continue playing i would consider upgrading.
Thank you for your time and help in advance!
Also any other suggestions and offers i would gladly look into!
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https://www.soundofmountain.com/professional-level-lotus-water-birds-carved-guzheng-instrument-chinese-zither-harp/
I've found mixed reviews on Sound of Mountain. The GuZheng is currently with promotion and thats why i was considering it.
On the other hand I've bought other stuff from Thomann and they are trustworthy with communication and probably faster and with better shipping. But im still not sure if the quality (even though im looking on the lower end) Has it improved during past 3 years of selling GuZhengs and is better than those of SoM?
I was considering searching for a second hand shop GuZheng but there isnt anything in my area and online shops would double the cost for shipment to my country. (Im living in Bulgaria and there arent any traditional asian instrument shops. and for our currency 500€ is even more than the minimum monthly wage, so im asking for understatement for my tight budget)
Im more into collecting and owning instruments as a hobby, im studying audio engineering and composition and i have fun recordind and trying different instruments. Maybe in the future if i continue playing i would consider upgrading.
Thank you for your time and help in advance!
Also any other suggestions and offers i would gladly look into!
2023.06.01 14:03 Ralfop Moving Belt Adjustable Straps It also reduces the chance of having back injuries lifting furniture with bare hands. FEATURES: Adjustable straps with 3 loops at each end for adjustment – Great for moving small to extra-large objects Helps protect wooden and tile floors Maximum lifting weight:
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2023.06.01 13:50 Commercial-Wave-3920 Vivid dream in Target, Creepy room. “969”
I had a dream I was in a target walking down the aisle and there was a bunch of fish tanks, I saw pink fish, blue fish, white fish. There was a magnifying thing on all their tanks and they looked huge. I also saw a giant fish tank with a giant otter in it and it was sleeping, then I tapped on the glass to wake it up and walked away. Then I was waiting outside a door for therapy . They were calling my number but I didn’t realize, I looked at the paper in my hand and it said “969” . I apologized because I thought my number was 169. So I go into the “therapists” room and didn’t really look at the thing that was supposed to be my therapist, I looked at my surroundings and there was writing on the walls , it looked like it was carved in by a really sharp nail. I noticed writing specifically on the door, but I don’t remember what it said. There was an arrow pointing to the outside. As soon as I saw it, I ran out the door screaming, outside the store. I saw a few people sitting there and asked them if they knew there was other realities that are very similar to ours with slight changes, they all just shrugged . Then I woke up. Any interpretations?
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2023.06.01 13:19 cwcobblestone “Day by Day, Month by Month, Year by Year,” Part 1
“Day by Day, Month by Month, Year by Year,” Part 1
by c.w. cobblestone
A wimp chronicles the femdom/cuck relationship between him, his beloved Molly and her lover DeShawn. Here are the first six months.
(continued below)
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by c.w. cobblestone
A wimp chronicles the femdom/cuck relationship between him, his beloved Molly and her lover DeShawn. Here are the first six months.
YEAR 1
January 1
Well, the calendar may have changed but nothing else has. Molly is still in love with DeShawn. They’re still openly flaunting their affair in front of friends and family. I’m still kissing up to both of them and praying they’ll continue to let me hang around. So far, so good; the wedding’s still on for June, and everyone seems to be finding their roles in this three-way relationship. Unfortunately, my role is being their bitch. But Molly’s still here — that’s the important thing. I thought for sure when DeShawn came into the picture and stole her heart that she’d run off with him. But to my great relief, she says she wants to go through with the wedding while also maintaining her relationship with DeShawn. She says we’re now a “poly triad.” I know she’s playing me for a fool and is only marrying me because I earn six figures. But I don’t care. I love her and would do anything to keep her. Anything. Full stop. The ceremony is scheduled for June 8th, and my New Year’s resolution is to not fuck it up.January 3
Molly didn’t say when she’d be home from the New Year’s Eve party at DeShawn’s friend’s house, but I didn’t expect her to be gone this long. I’m starting to get worried. Molly’s a big girl and can take care of herself, but DeShawn runs with a rough crowd.January 4
Crisis averted. Molly’s been holed up in DeShawn’s apartment partying, thank goodness. After she texted me and told me to bring cognac and Burger King, I’d hoped to spend at least a few seconds with my beloved fiancé for the first time this year. Alas, I never even laid eyes on her. DeShawn answered my knock, snatched the bags from my hand and slammed the door in my face after throwing out a flippant “thanks, bitch.”January 5
Molly finally came home but she was only here long enough to change clothes and bitch at me about her car being down to a quarter tank of gas. I thought about telling her she hasn’t been home for me to gas her car up but I wisely kept my mouth shut and volunteered to fill her tank right then. She said she was in a hurry, though, and rushed back out. I’m guessing she was either headed to the club or back to DeShawn’s place, although she didn’t tell me where she was going, and I sure as hell didn’t ask. As far as she’s concerned it’s none of my business what she does — my job is to sit at home and wait for her like a good little toady, ready to kiss her little ass and put up with her shit when she gets back.January 7
I kept dinner warm until finally putting it away at 9. Even if Molly does make it home tonight, she’ll most likely be with DeShawn, and they won’t be in the mood to eat. I can always heat up something later if they want a post-coital snack.January 9
When I got home from work nobody was there, although two bags of DeShawn’s dirty laundry were waiting for me in the living room. Molly had me do his clothes a few weeks ago and now the arrogant bastard apparently thinks it’s my permanent job. I thought about just letting it sit there — then common sense took over. The last thing I want to do is piss him off and give him an excuse to kick my ass again. So, swallowing what little pride I had left, I washed and carefully ironed the clothes of the man who’s fucking my fiancé. How pathetic is that?January 10
My buddy Tim called to tell me he saw Molly making out with DeShawn at the Alexis Club last night. I turned red but gave my speech about how our arrangement allows her to see other men. Tim must be the 10th person to call since Molly and DeShawn started openly dating. I wish my supposed girlfriend and her “black king” would keep their tryst on the down-low but they said they wanted to take their relationship to the next level and I don’t get a vote. With everything that goes on in the world these days, I’d hoped their affair wouldn’t be a big deal, but I’m finding that people aren’t as open-minded as they claim to be. I’m losing friends and alienating family over this “poly” situation. Tim sure sounded disgusted. I guess I can’t blame him — if I was my friend, I’d probably be just as outraged at how Molly and DeShawn treat me, and how I put up with it like a sap loser. I imagine it must be painful for my friends and family to watch, but I wish they’d try to see it from my point of view. I love Molly with all my heart. She hurts me, sure. But I’m happier than I’ve ever been since she came into my life. Why can’t people understand that? If I can accept her and the things she does to me, why can’t everyone else?January 13
DeShawn spent the night last night. He and Molly were already hammered when they got back from the club but they wanted another round. They also wanted privacy, so after I served drinks, DeShawn handed me his key and told me to go clean his apartment. I said “yes sir” and hauled ass out of there. When DeShawn tells me to do something, I don’t fuck around. The guy dislikes me to start with, so I try not to give him any reason to fuck me up. The first time Molly brought him home, I attempted to man up and confront him. I won’t ever make that mistake again. I like having teeth too much.January 14
For the second night in a row, DeShawn stayed over. Molly got mad because I hadn’t bought the bottle of wine she’d wanted so she slapped me across the face several times, cutting my nose with her engagement ring. I got blood all over my favorite shirt, and she yelled at me about that, too, much to her boyfriend’s amusement. Molly is getting meaner by the day and DeShawn keeps egging her on. He loves the situation he’s carved out for himself — he knows he could steal her from me any time he wants but he enjoys having me around. In addition to bankrolling the affair, I represent the spoils of his victory; I’m the defeated, shamed white boy whose nose is constantly rubbed in the dirt while he enjoys his prize, my beautiful fiancé. That’s why he’s so brazen about taking Molly to all the places frequented by my friends and family. He wants everyone to know that Molly is in love with him, and that I’m pathetically hanging around paying the bills and serving as the beta in this budding “poly triad” of ours. Around town, it’s making me either a laughingstock or an object of pity. I’m not sure which is worse.January 17
I got into a big argument with my brother Joel today after he called to tell me he saw Molly and DeShawn at the Towne Theatre “acting like a pair of animals in heat.” He and the rest of the family have been pressuring me to leave her ever since DeShawn mopped up the floor with Joel last month. The stupid fuck tried to tell the former Carver State linebacker to stop embarrassing the family by openly carrying on with Molly. DeShawn doesn’t like being told what to do. Joel found that out the hard way. His broken nose just healed.January 20
Nobody was at the condo when I got home from the firm, although I could tell DeShawn had been over, given the wet spots all over the crumpled bedding in the master bedroom. These days, the only reasons I go into Molly’s room are to clean, change cum-stained sheets, and wipe her boyfriend’s piss stains off the toilet rim in the master bathroom. Molly says her bedroom suite is reserved for “real men” and that I have no business being in there unless it’s to clean.January 24
Molly dropped some devastating news today. She says DeShawn will be going on the honeymoon in June and I’ll be staying home. Also, we had planned to take a Mediterranean cruise, but since DeShawn’s great-grandmother was from St. Thomas and he’s always wanted to go down there, she told me to switch the arrangements. I was bawling like a baby but I clicked onto the travel site and made the required changes. Since the wedding isn’t for six months, there was no problem adjusting the plans, although it killed me inside to do it.January 26
Molly told me to pack her bags because she was headed to Atlanta for a week to hang out with DeShawn’s cousins. So, now, just like that, I’m not going to see my beloved fiancé until next Sunday. I don’t think she has any idea how much she’s breaking my heart with this affair of hers, but if I told her she probably wouldn’t care — she’d probably think it was funny. That’s how cruel she’s become. DeShawn brings out the worst in her. After he told her that it turns him on when she’s mean to me, she’s been looking for reasons to dog me. He usually rewards her cruelty by fucking the taste out of her mouth — and that makes her want to treat me even worse. Molly is finding out how much naughty fun it can be to make my life miserable, knowing that I’m so hopelessly in love with her I’ll put up with anything she dishes out. Deep down, she probably knows what she’s doing to me is wrong — but I bet that just makes the whole thing even more delightfully wicked. My former angel is lost in a decadent, BBC-fueled alternative dimension where being bad is good and my pain is hilarious.February 6
Molly told me to go by her mom’s house after work tomorrow to clean. She says I should plan on that being one of my regular weekly duties from now on. I’m getting sick of being everybody’s fucking maid. I’m stuck cleaning DeShawn’s apartment once a week now. Last week, Molly had me wash her best friend’s car after her boyfriend got drunk and puked in it. My fiancé has pimped me out to her friends recently for myriad other chores — cleaning up dogshit, dropping off library books, picking up drycleaning. Since DeShawn came into the picture, Molly has gleefully let her friends and family know that I’m nothing but her little bitch — and her boyfriend’s little bitch, too. She loves recounting the night she brought DeShawn back to the condo for the first time, and I tried to make a stand by telling him to leave. He busted me in the eye, knocking me to the floor, and then kicked me in the ribs until I begged him to stop. The whole time, Molly watched with a glazed look in her eye and fingers in her crotch. After DeShawn bitch-slapped me one last time, he dragged my fiancé into the bedroom and they screamed up a storm while I lay on the living room floor sobbing. That was the first and only time I ever tried standing up to DeShawn, as Molly delights in telling her friends. “DeShawn runs shit around here,” she says to anyone who’ll listen.February 8
Darlene is such a cunt. It’s easy to see where Molly gets her snootiness from. After I left the firm yesterday, I headed straight for my future mother-in-law’s house and started cleaning. I busted my ass all night and didn’t finish until after 11pm. Did I get a thank-you? Hell no. The whole time I was there, all Darlene did was belittle me and taunt me about DeShawn. Before I left, she pulled down her sweats and showed me her pussy, asking if I remembered what one looked like. It was so embarrassing, I just wanted to run out of there. But I knew not answering her might pose a problem, so I just faked a smile and said, “it has been a while.”February 11
There’s nothing more embarrassing than standing outside the dressing room at Victoria’s Secret clutching your fiancé’s purse while she tries on sexy outfits to wear for her lover on Valentine’s Day — especially when she made it known to the salesladies that the lingerie is for someone other than the schmuck holding the bag. I wanted to die when I paid for the purchases, with the women all smirking and making snide remarks. There was no reason for Molly to tell the staff that the lingerie was for another man, other than pure cruelty. On the ride home, I hung my head and bit my lip, doing my best to keep from crying. Molly yelled at me and told me to stop moping, so I sat up straight in the passenger seat and pretended to watch the scenery as it zoomed by.February 15
Valentine’s Day sucks when you’re a beta. I cleaned the condo spotless and fixed a special dinner for two. Once the candles were lit and both plates were full, DeShawn gave me his mother’s address and told me to report to her house for maid duty. As usual, I said, “yes, sir” and obeyed without hesitation. Jeez, I thought my mother-in-law was bad — Cassandra is ten times worse. From the second I stepped into her house she made it clear that while she absolutely loves Molly and supports her relationship with her son, she despises white males. Therefore, she said, she despises me by default. It took seven hours to clean Cassandra’s house, which was enough time for her to slap me six times and spit in my face twice after finding fault with my cleaning. When I was finished, she made me stand in the hallway with my legs spread and my hands on my head before kicking me in the nuts as hard as she could. After I collapsed in pain, she told me to kiss her shoe and thank her. I complied, and she kicked me in the head and said “now, get the fuck out, white boy.” I’m praying Molly doesn’t add cleaning Cassandra’s house to my regular duties. That woman has a lot of anger bottled up inside her, and after only one night I can already tell she loves taking out those frustrations on a lily-white ass.February 16
Well, fuck me. Exactly what I didn’t want — DeShawn says from now on I have to go by his mom’s house once a week to clean. WTF, man. So, with my recurring appointment at Darlene’s house and DeShawn’s apartment, that’s three nights a week I’ll now be cleaning other people’s houses, in addition to my chores at home and all the other errands I’m sent on. For Molly and DeShawn, this polyandrous threesome is proving to be a sexy, relaxing lifestyle — but for me, it’s demoralizing and exhausting.February 23
Per Molly’s orders, I asked the head of the firm if I can pick up extra cases, or stay late to help the other attorneys with research. Molly wants me to make as much money as I can between now and the wedding because she says she and DeShawn want to “honeymoon in style.” She says things like that because she thinks it’s funny to hurt my feelings. Sometimes I wish I was strong enough to get out of this abusive relationship. I guess I’m like those battered wives who keep going back to their husbands. Molly treats me like shit but I take it. With a smile. A fake smile, but a smile nonetheless.March 19
Mr. Berkowitz accommodated my request and I’ve been working 14-hour days for the past few weeks. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, since I get to stay away from home longer, thus avoiding abuse from my fiancé and her lover. Plus, my last few checks have been huge. The bad news is, every dime of that extra money will go toward ensuring that Molly and DeShawn “honeymoon in style.” And despite all the extra hours, my domestic load hasn’t lightened one iota. I’m still expected to clean Darlene’s house every Monday, Cassandra’s every Wednesday, and DeShawn’s apartment every Thursday. If I get behind on my chores at home, I know Molly will cut me no slack, and if DeShawn’s around there’s a good chance she’ll slap the shit out of me if something doesn’t get done. She loves showing off for her man by being bitchy to me, and it drives him crazy when she does it. So, I’ve been killing myself to keep up with everything. It’s been rough, but I’ve managed. Who needs sleep?March 26
I’m completely wrung out physically and emotionally. Last night was hands-down the worst night of my life. I served as the “bitch boy” at a party thrown by one of DeShawn’s friends and it was pure fucking hell. Molly made me wear a pair of her panties to the party, and when we got there I was told to strip, other than the pink, lacy underwear. There were about a dozen people there, and I spent the night serving drinks and having them pinch my ass and make fun of me. But the worst part was when DeShawn got drunk and forced me to kneel in the kitchen and suck his dick in front of everyone. I’ve been in complete anguish ever since. I can’t get the taste out of my mouth or the thought out of my head that I am now officially a cocksucker. Molly and several other people at the party filmed my debasement with their cellphones, so I’m sure the terrible moment will haunt me forever. I suspect there’ll be a lot more such horrible moments, too, because after DeShawn squirted all over my face and hair, he seemed pleased, bragging to his friends that I was a natural. He didn’t allow me to clean up, either, saying it would be “disrespectful,” so I spent the rest of the evening fetching drinks with dried cum on my face and tears in my eyes. It was a mortifying experience, something I wouldn’t have wished on my most hated enemy. I suppose it could have been worse — a couple of DeShawn’s friends also wanted blowjobs, but he told them I was “his bitch” and therefore off-limits. Molly told me I should feel proud to be DeShawn’s bitch. I lied to her and said I was grateful. In truth, I wanted to die when he said that. He’s starting to see me as his property.April 2
During lunch yesterday, Molly told me that she and DeShawn had decided to let me come along on the honeymoon. After I fell over myself thanking her, she smirked and said, “April Fool’s.” DeShawn got a kick out of my crestfallen expression. He told me he had just the thing to cheer me up, and then made me suck his dick. He’s been having me do that a lot since the party last week.April 7
DeShawn’s lease on his apartment is up April 19, and last night I was informed that he’d be moving in with us after that. This isn’t exactly a surprise, and I’d been bracing for it — although when Molly made it official, it was still quite the gut-punch. She said I’ll be responsible for moving everything, and that I should start packing stuff the next time I clean DeShawn’s apartment, so I don’t have to do it all at once.April 10
As if things couldn’t get worse, DeShawn told me yesterday that he’d be converting the guest room into his mancave. When I asked him where I was going to sleep, he said “in the bathtub for all I care.” I don’t know if he was joking or not, though, because he laughed when he said it. Whether he was serious or not, if he takes over the guest bedroom I won’t have anywhere to sleep, since that’s the only other bedroom in the condo besides the master suite, and I doubt I’ll be allowed to bunk down in there with them. Why should I be allowed a place to sleep? I’m just the guy who pays all the bills.April 12
Well, the mystery over where I’ll be sleeping is solved. Molly says I can put a dog bed in the hall closet. She told me to go buy one now and to break down the bed in the guest room, so everything will be ready for when DeShawn moves in. So, I guess my days of sleeping in a bed like a normal human being are over. A dog bed in the closet??? WTF.April 14
I keep hitting new lows. When I was at her house last night, Cassandra made me drink her piss. I was in the bathroom scrubbing the floor when she came in brandishing a plastic cup. She sat on the toilet and held the cup under her pussy, filling it with urine. Then, she handed it to me and told me to say “cheers!” before downing the cup in one gulp. I managed to obey although I almost threw up. She told me to thank her for the honor, which I did with all the respect I could muster. Later, when I’d resumed my cleaning, I overheard Cassandra on the phone bragging to her friend about what she’d done. I got a chill when she said, “sure, come on over when he cleans next Wednesday and I’ll make him drink yours, too.”April 16
I keep thinking about what Cassandra told her friend on the phone, and debating whether I should say anything to DeShawn about it. At the party last month, he’d told everyone that I wasn’t sexually available because I was his “bitch,” but I’m not sure if that rule extends to his mother making me drink her piss — or, worse, making me drink some stranger’s piss. I haven’t worked up the nerve to say anything, though, and I probably won’t. DeShawn might get pissed if he thinks I’m dissing his mom.April 17
Ugh, I can’t get this Cassandra situation out of my head. One thing that’s bothering me: Is her friend a man or a woman? It was impossible to tell from hearing just her half of the conversation. I suppose it doesn’t matter — DeShawn has me sucking his dick constantly now, anyway, and Cassandra’s probably going to regularly have me drinking her piss since the genie’s out of the bottle, so what difference does it make whether the person whose pee I have to drink is male or female? Piss is piss, right?April 19
Yet another demoralizing milestone. DeShawn had me lick his ass last night for the first time. He had bits of toilet paper stuck to his bunghole and I gagged when it touched my tongue — which earned me a severe bitch-slap for being “disrespectful.” But I managed to get through it in one piece. As I do when giving blowjobs, I just closed my eyes and drifted to my happy place, blocking out the terrible world and concentrating on the dialogue from a favorite movie. Last night it was “A League of Their Own.” There’s no crying in baseball or when you’re tossing your fiancé’s boyfriend’s salad.April 20
Well, DeShawn’s all moved in. Of course, I did all the work while he sat on his ass and directed. I had to throw out 90% of my stuff since there’s no longer room. All that’s left are my suits for work and my laptop; everything else got shitcanned, including my high school yearbooks, family mementos and almost all my casual clothes. Oh, well. I didn’t really need that stuff anyway.April 21
When I went to Cassandra’s after work to clean last night, she introduced me to her friend, a huge woman named Violet. The lady seemed eager to make me drink her piss, although she was shy and went into the bathroom alone to pee in the cup. Cassandra made me kneel down and drink every drop before thanking her friend for the honor. Then, Cassandra decided to show off, so she made me stand still with my hands on my head while she and her friend took turns kicking me in the balls. When they finally got tired of abusing me, I was released to clean the house while they chatted in the living room.May 2
We’ve got a new household routine. Almost every night now, DeShawn will holler “hey, bitch, come give me my propers,” which means I have to find a spot behind him and lick his ass. As you might imagine, it’s quite demoralizing to give DeShawn his “propers” when my fiancé is right there watching. Between the constant blowjobs and rim-jobs, I can’t say I don’t have a sex life anymore. It’s not exactly the kind of sex I would’ve chosen, but I do get a lot of action these days. My mouth does, anyway.May 5
I overheard Molly talking to her mom on the phone about having kids with DeShawn. He apparently wants a big family, and she told her mom she’s glad she’ll have me around to change diapers. As strange as it seems, I felt a twinge of satisfaction hearing that. At least it means Molly wants to keep me around long-term.May 9
Well, I feared this day was coming. DeShawn has decided to take over the wedding. He announced last night that he’s going to be my best man and he said he may get his buddies to replace my brothers in the wedding party. He says it’s going to be a “poly wedding.” I called Joel and told him he was out as best man and that DeShawn would be handling those duties. My brother cussed me out and hung up on me.May 11
I got into a huge argument with Mom and Dad on the phone today. They said they never want to speak to me again. This has been brewing for some time in my family. I wish things were different, but they made me choose. I chose Molly. They say they can’t stand seeing how she treats me. Well, I’ve learned to live with it — fuck them if they can’t.May 12
Now Joel and Ron aren’t coming to the wedding, so I’ve pretty much alienated my entire family. They say Molly’s making a fool out of me by having DeShawn replace Joel as my best man. I told Joel to talk to DeShawn if he has a problem with it, and he shut up right quick. The dumbass learned his lesson a few months ago when he tried to tell DeShawn to stop embarrassing the family by being so open about his affair with Molly. I learned the same lesson after Molly brought her boyfriend home for the first time and I was stupid enough to protest. The lesson? You don’t question DeShawn.May 24
DeShawn has changed the wedding vows. It’s already written that I will promise to obey Molly, but DeShawn added the phrase “and I will obey DeShawn as well.” Then, since this will be a “poly wedding,” DeShawn is going to say a few words, pledging to love and honor Molly until death do they part. The magistrate Molly chose is quite progressive and when she ran the new vows past him, he said they’re great. The ceremony is going to be embarrassing as hell, but the whole wedding’s going to be a fucking nightmare anyway. I’ve made up my mind: I’m going to just square my shoulders and get through it, because when it’s all over Molly will be my bride. I can’t wait. She’s in love with another man but I don’t care. She’ll be my wife, and that means everything to me.(continued below)
2023.06.01 13:15 ssepune Pathway to Success: Pursuing MSc Economics in India
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MSc Economics has gained immense popularity among students in recent years due to the growing demand for skilled economists in various industries, government agencies, and international organizations. Pursuing MSc Economics from a reputable institution like SSE can provide you with the knowledge, skills, and opportunities needed to excel in the field of economics.
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2023.06.01 12:58 moonlightair How do I clean wooden floors without a mop ?
I would like to clean my boyfriends floors by using a mop and a mop bucket.
I am 24 and usually clean my Mums wooden floors by filling the mop bucket with water, add a wooden floor cleaner solution, submerge the mop head in the bucket and wring it out in the mini basket wringer (I don’t know what it’s called).
I make sure the mop is damp and not dripping wet so that I can properly clean the floors.
My boyfriend [28M] says that I should immediately dry the floors and not leave it to dry naturally because it will ruin the floors.
I understand that excess water can ruin wooden flooring but I don’t know how else to clean the floors if not with a damp mop and a bucket.
He wants me to dry the floors after but I don’t know how. I’m 24 and grew up with Women so I know how to clean floors but I do not want to disrespect my boyfriends home by mopping the floors without “drying” them.
He wants me to get on my hands and knees to clean the floor instead of the mop because he thinks mopping is pushing dirty water around?
He knows how to tidy but I don’t think he knows how to clean (his Mum does a lot for him). At the same time, I can always learn new things but in this case I don’t know how else he’s expecting me to clean the floors. Hes mentioned me going on my hands and knees to manually clean them but that sounds ridiculous and I don’t know what to do.
Any advice would be appreciated :)
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I am 24 and usually clean my Mums wooden floors by filling the mop bucket with water, add a wooden floor cleaner solution, submerge the mop head in the bucket and wring it out in the mini basket wringer (I don’t know what it’s called).
I make sure the mop is damp and not dripping wet so that I can properly clean the floors.
My boyfriend [28M] says that I should immediately dry the floors and not leave it to dry naturally because it will ruin the floors.
I understand that excess water can ruin wooden flooring but I don’t know how else to clean the floors if not with a damp mop and a bucket.
He wants me to dry the floors after but I don’t know how. I’m 24 and grew up with Women so I know how to clean floors but I do not want to disrespect my boyfriends home by mopping the floors without “drying” them.
He wants me to get on my hands and knees to clean the floor instead of the mop because he thinks mopping is pushing dirty water around?
He knows how to tidy but I don’t think he knows how to clean (his Mum does a lot for him). At the same time, I can always learn new things but in this case I don’t know how else he’s expecting me to clean the floors. Hes mentioned me going on my hands and knees to manually clean them but that sounds ridiculous and I don’t know what to do.
Any advice would be appreciated :)