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2024.06.01 12:54 QueasyStorage637 Looking for novel

Hi I just came across a novel, chosen by the moon novel by izabella W. Its on pay by chapter websites, I've opened and read a few chapters but I can't seem to find any free version or chapter version anywhere. Please help. If anyone has read it I'm willing to take spoilers. Here's the advert I found below of it on Facebook.
Lycanthrope species is a disgusting race. And I, Delan Riley, am nothing more than a human scum in their eyes never expected those species would turn my world upside down. Since when the lycans managed to penetrate our town, like in the early 1900's we have a hierarchy, upper class = the lycans, middle class = mated humans, and lower class = the normal humans, who were basically considered scum. I endured their torment day after day, vowing to run away from them one day, until that day came and everything changed.
Dylan POV "Humans," I scowled at the principal's words from tannoy. "The Alpha twins will be celebrating their birthday tomorrow, as such, festivities are in order." Oh great, the Alphas twin children. Adrian and Arya are the worst lycans alive. I swear just because they are the alphas kids they literally get away with everything. If their birthday is tomorrow, then the wolves are going to be worse than ever. "All students will be present to greet them, two lines will be made, with humans on the left and the lycanthrope on the right. Any mated human will be at the front of the line for their year, you will all also be in order of your school year. That is all." Chat broke out the minute the tannoy was finished. "We haven't had a school gathering since the alpha king visited three years ago, before his sons coronation." Nick was right, the last time we all gathered like that was for the king and queens visit, when he decided to let the world know that he was to renounce his title to his only child, son Josh. "That sick bestard, he wants to make sure everyone is there so those idiot twins can find their mates." Yes I was mad, my fists connected with the table in front of me once more as I thought about how disgusting the situation was. You see the twins will be turning 17, so it's very possible someone in our school could be their mate, finding a mate is sacred to a wolf, the minute they say that one word your fate is sealed. They will turn your mind, morph you into being a lover of their kind, and then you'll give in.

That won't happen to me, I'm growing old to see the world as it once was, and I'm going to choose who I'll be with. No one will take that dream away from me.

Once dinner was finished, I just wanted to sleep. I'd had a very long tiring day, I quickly sat down on a small stool my mother kept in the storage closet and removed my shirt while my brother Freddy sat at the table to do his simple homework. It wasn't long before my mother came in with a large bowl of warm salt water and some cotton, this was going to sting I just knew it. She was here to help me with the wounds caused by wolves yesterday. She slowly began to unwrap the bandage from around my torso and slowed down drastically when it came to the final layer, I felt it peel off every wound and my fists clenched in pain. "Jesus!" I heard my mom exclaim once the dressing was completely removed. The air on my back was nice though and I sighed as my arm covered my once again exposed brests. "This is more than 15!" I began to hear sniffles coming from her and sighed turning round to look at her face, only to notice tears streaming down it. "Mom I'm fine, it's alright." She shook her head. "It's not alright, I'm your mother I shouldn't let these things happen. I'm so sorry. Your father would have..." here she goes again. Every single time something happened she'd always bring up dad, it really annoyed me because no matter how much we all wish he was here, he just isn't. My father was kiled by THEIR kind, almost 5 years ago when they actually managed to take over. When the lycans managed to penetrate our town my father rose up with some people from the neighborhood, to defend our livelihood, it was futile to say the least. We lost many people and I watched as my dad was ripped apart by two fully shifted wolves, I ended up shoting him to stop his suffering before they dragged me to the courtyard, i was the person to receive the first lashing of the town when I was 12! The wolves have been pretty strict with me since that day. "Stop being stvpid!" Was I harsh? Definitely! Did she need to hear it again, absolutely. "Dad is dead, we don't know what he'd do because he never knew this life. He never knew this world." I know what he'd have done, most likely attacked the guy who held the whip and got himself kiled in the process. "The best thing you can do for me, is stop crying and help me, next time don't insist on helping if you can't handle it." She began to wash my open wounds with the warm salt water causing loud winces to leave me, I knew it was necessary to prevent infection, but my god it hurt like a betch. "Some of these are really deep Dylan!" She sniffed again and my eyes rolled in my head. "I told you, I'm fine, just wrap me back up so I can get to bed." My mom was obviously more impacted by my injuries than I was, I suppose that always the case though. When it's happening to you, you've just got to get through it but when it's happening to someone you love, you just want to take their pain away. She quickly placed a fresh bandage around my waist and chest and wrapped it tightly for compression. The bowl of water that was used was now red in color, I guess from the blood my back was dripping with. "Can you keep your head down please? At least just this week. You can't take any more lashings." I simply nodded before standing up away from the stool, I walked over to Freddie and ruffled his hair in affection. "Good night squirt." He giggled and fixed his hair slightly. "Night Dilly." I smiled walking upstairs to my little bedroom, as soon as I was inside i shut the door and flopped down on to my bed on my stomach and I took a minute to cry to myself at the pain in my back, what my mom did was important but it hurt, not that I'd ever tell her. My hand covered my mouth quickly to muffle any noise I might be making. I couldn't tell anyone, I had to be strong because more and more people were crumpling these days, and my mom would break if she knew how much I was suffering. Sleep followed me shortly after, she was right though about me needing to keep my head down for the time being, I could not take another lashing! After a long night and an even longer morning, we were all finally stood in the hallway at school waiting for the twins to arrive. "Mine!" Everyone that was stood in the hallway tensed up, as we were seniors, me and Nick were stood towards the very back of the human line. All the mated people were situated directly opposite their wolf mates in their years. We stayed silent and still as Arya walked down the hall and stopped directly in front of Nick. His eyes widened in fear, unsure of wether to look up or keep his head lowered. "Look me in the eye, mate." He glanced at me slightly as if asking what he should do. "I said, look me in the eye." He slowly moved his eye line up to look at her face. I took a glance myself to see her eyes pitch black with lust. "I... can't... I mean... erm." Before he was able to mutter anything else, two wolves from opposite, grabbed him out of the line and dragged him behind Arya. "Hey!" My head shot up before I could stop myself. My mouth also forgot its place as I jumped out of line. Everyone's head shot to me as my eyes widened in realization at what I'd done. Adrian, the other twin, walked up to me before punching me right in the stomach, I doubled over instantly. Feeling the sting in my slightly healed back. "I know you... You were publicly flogged only two days ago." God I hate this guy. "I also have it on good authority, that you openly spoke out against our rules and regulations in yesterday's class." My head shot down the line slightly to see Erin, looking a little frightened, her mate, the beta to be was looking at her, nodding his head in reassurance. "You traitor, you grassed on your own kind?" I yelled at her before feeling a fist connect with my cheek. My head whipped to the side from the force, while my class members gasped. I'm so done with this treatment, right then, I wasn't in charge of my actions. My fists curled up and my stance became a lot more defensive. My head snapped up to the alpha to be, and I looked him in the eye. "You don't know the meaning of the word disrespect." I suddenly hurled my fist towards his head, which he easily dodged, but my foot came up and kicked him instead. He stumbled backwards from the force with wide eyes. "You... you Actually hit me!" He didn't even sound annoyed, more shocked. Everyone in the hallway was watching, waiting for the alpha to do something but instead he simply stood up straight, regaining his composure. "I think everyone should get back to class." He began to walk away, following his sister when I called him back. "What about Nick?!" "Simple, He's my sisters mate. He now belongs to her." Argh, he's not an object. "He's not her property." A chuckle left his mouth, before turning his back to me again. "All humans are property." A short while later everyone made it to science class, our teacher Mrs Mathews is mated to the lycans pack doctor, she also now has a four and two year old with him. She was one of the first humans to be cohered into a false relationship. "What were you thinking young lady?" I rolled my head at her before looking at the empty seat next to mine. Nick was with that stvpid wolf girl right now. Being changed, I'm so angry it's ridiculous. "I was thinking, this guy is being a prick. Did you hear him? 'All humans are property.' It's bull shet." I looked up and the whole class looked at me like I had three heads. Talking shet about wolves is one thing, but talking about an alpha is punishable by death, attacking an alpha is an even worse offense. There was then a knock at the door and in walked Erin and her band of mated bestards. "Sorry we're late Mrs." "Erin, how are things between you and bata Monroe?" She blushed, the traitor actually blushed at the mention of his name. "He spoke to me last night about trying for a baby. We need a good strong boy to take over as beta." I scoffed looking at her as she took her seat. "You guys are actually pathetic, why can't it be a girl? Those mutts are basically Neanderthals" I voiced my opinion and saw all the shocked faces around me. Calling the lycans mutts, is the same as them calling us scum. After lesson had ended the entire school was called into the hall for assembly. This is where any human who has been found to have broken the rules were punished, usually 10 lashings were goven out or something similar. "Welcome to the school assembly, congratulations to the alpha twins for finding both your mates. Now on to the business at hand, as the 5 year anniversary of the new world is coming up, we have been informed that the alpha king will be visiting our district next week, this is very exciting news. We want you all to look your absolute best, she wolves and mated females will wear exemplary dresses made by seamstress. Male wolves and mated men will wear tailored suits. Anyone who doesn't comply will be reprimanded." The Alpha King?! No one has met him yet, he took over the throne three years ago when he turned 18. He really didn't make any appearances though, great, this month is going to be a nightmare. "As for the humans, you will be given a new uniform to wear for the visit, these are to be neatly ironed and worn to the highest standard. As for the following humans, based on your attitude this past week, you will be coming to the front and facing punishment. Tony summerset?!" Tony's head shot up as he looked around, he was in the year below but he shared my views when it came to the lycans. He slowly walked up to the front of assembly, almost instantly his top was t0rn in two and he received 10 lashings. A girl named Kara was next and she too received 10 lashings. A few more people went up slowly accepting their fate then suddenly my name was called. "Dylan Riley." Inside I was terrified but I simply shrugged my shoulders, I guess I did kind of expect this. Although I'm not sure if my back can take any more damage. "You attacked an alpha, correct!" His eyes bored into mine as I bowed my head submitting to his authority. "Technically, no." Everyone in the school gym looked on in fear, as my head moved to the front row of the wolf side. Adrian sat, with a werewolf girl in the year below, her name was Jana, I guess he found his mate. Nick and Arya were no where to be seen though. Adrian gave me a shrug as if to say he didn't tell, before smirking at my comment. "He hasn't officially taken the alpha title yet, so he's just..." i looked at the principle and noticed his eyes black and his claws out, he was in what lycans call a half shift, triggered when the subject has become angered. He turned to two security wolves and gave them a nod, Almost immediately i was forced onto my knees, my arm was slammed on a table and held in place by one wolf, while my body was held in place by the other. "Ok, I don't think this is needed, I have alpha blood, a stvpid human girl can't hurt me." My head snapped to Adrian who had stood up in front of the school to stop what was happening. "Nevertheless, humans need to know their place." With that the pressure on my arm increased as our principals hand pulled my sleeve up before a long claw punctured my skin. The searing pain shoting from the fresh wound had my eyes scrunched and my fist clenched, I bit the inside of my cheek hard instantly tasting blood, however no sound left my mouth. He continued to write, using my skin as a canvas and his claws as a marker, it went on forever, my vision blurred slightly at one point as I turned my head away. After minutes of torture, he was done and the pressure on my arm eased, instantly I snatched my arm away, hissing through my teeth at the pain. I was about to scurry off stage, when I was roughly grabbed yet again, my arm being held in the air by the principal while my feet were inches off the floor, blood dripped from the wound and the pattern he had made was on show for everyone to see. Loads of people gasped, even the wolves looked slightly horrified at what had happened. "This is what happens when a human decides to speak out. I can promise, anyone who so much as says one word about our way of life, will have the same punishment." My arm was starting to seriously ache from being held in the air for so long, and the lack of blood flow to my suspended arm was causing me pins and needles, still I refused to make a sound. I held the tears back and I bit my cheek harder causing more blood to fill my mouth. "That's enough Bradley!" Adrian growled, he was still stood up and looking at the scene in front of him. His eyes hard as he stared at the principal a low warning growl erupted from his chest which had the head teacher gulping, he quickly let go of my arm causing me to crash to the floor. A small cry left my mouth as I hit the hard floor. Immediately I scrambled away, my foot just missed the high step leading to the stage and I fell, waiting for the impact of the ground, but it never came. Two strong arms wrapped around me catching my weak body causing me to look up, my eyes widened as I noticed Adrian had caught my falling form. "This isn't part of the human punishment program!" Adrian growled causing me to tense in his grip, I pushed him away from me before fixing my uniform top. The room was deadly silent, taking in the scene in front of them, while I stole a glance at my forearm. Carved into my skin by his devastating claws were two words, words that would most definitely scar my body for life. 'Human scum' "Lessons must be learned, she received lashing merely two days ago, and clearly it had no effect on her." Another growl left Adrian's chest as he stepped on to the stage, I wasn't bothered though, you would think I'd be ashamed but I simply smiled slightly. I fixed my sleeve a little so it wouldn't rub on the fresh wound before speaking. "It doesn't matter," the whole room looked at me shocked by my attitude. "I would rather be labeled human scum, than have any resemblance to your kind. I'm proud of what I am, how many of you can say that?" After my amazing little speech, I walked right down the middle between the humans and lycans and out the door. No more compliance, I'm going to get away with as much as I can without getting into too much bother. There will come a day when the lycans power will fizzle out. When it does I'll be ready, I'll be waiting for the day we take our world back. As for the best part about my plan...

No one can stop me.

"Ouch, not so hard." I seethed as the school nurse cleaned my new wound with antiseptic. "If you had of just kept your mouth shut, this wouldn't have happened." I turned to my right looking out the window at the few clouds that were floating in the blue sky. "Like I said, I'm proud to be human, and now everyone knows what I am." I clenched my fist together as the nurse began wrapping a bandage around my forearm. It had been a good few hours since the incident in the hall, and I had been forced to come to the nurces office after I had tried to clean my wound by splashing it with water from the tap, it also refused to stop bleeding. "You are impossible. Can you please just try and stay out of trouble? For one day, that's all I ask." Our school nurse is a wolf, she's one of them. However she hates the way they treat us mere humans, she thinks we should all just live in peace with equal rights. Like that would ever happen. "All I've done is stay out of trouble, but you are just going to humiliate me anyway, so what's the actual point?" "The pack were discussing a public execution, Dylan. You need to walk on egg shells from now on, not just for you but for your family as well." No ones been publicly executed in over 4 months, I'm flattered they're considering it. They only execute people who they believe are the biggest problems to society. "Well then... I'm flattered." I chuckled, before looking at the patch job. 'Huh, not too shabby.' I quickly stood up from the human nursing station and pulled the sleeve of my shirt down covering the evidence of ever being hurt. "This is serious!" I just gave her a blank look before leaving the room. On the way out I heard her call back to me. "Please just think about it." I gave a clipped nod as I walked away wondering how I'm going to tell my mom about this. Later in the evening... "Dilly why you say that?" Freddie looked up at me with a mouth full of bread. "Don't speak with your mouthful!" My mom scolded him as a bashful blush made its way to his cheeks. "Sowwy mommy." His reply was muffled as he swallowed the last chunk of food. "I said it Freddie, because it's the truth. The wolf race are a pathetic excuse for..." my mom cut me off with an extremely stern look. "Dylan! They have ears everywhere, one more word out of you and it's your room." I scowled, my hatred for the Lycan kind growing stronger as each day passes. "What more can they do to me, lash me? Beat me? Brand me? They've ran out of options." I stated slamming my hands down, then severely regretting it as sharp pain shot though my wound. "What was that?" My head shot to regard my mothers worried expression. Her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were dull and judging as she looked at me. "Nothing, it was nothing." I quickly took my plate in my hand and began to walk to the kitchen. "I'm not really hungry, and I have homework to do!" My mom caught hold of my forearm causing me to drop my plate suddenly, I watched it slowly fall before shattering on the floor. I retracted my arm quickly and turned to Freddie. "Stay there and don't move until it's cleaned up ok sport?" He just nodded with wide eyes, I turned back to my mom and noticed her curious stare on my arm. Her grip shifted to the other side as she turned it around before pulling my sleeve up. The bandage was showing and a bit of blood was seeping though after the wound had been disturbed. "What the hel happened?" My moms eyes widened as she began to fumble with the bandage. Before she could unravel any of it I snatched my arm away. "I had an accident at school. No big." I began to gather the large pieces of the broken plate up ready to put them in the bin. "What did you do Dylan?" She looked at me with pure worry and only then did I realize what the wound must look like to someone who didn't know. "For gods sake! I didn't do it to myself! I got publicly punished at the assembly alright? It's no big deal." Her face dropped instantly and she stepped towards me, causing me to step backwards. "Mom, I'm ok. So back off will you." "What did you do? I've never known them to cut someone's arm as a punishment." Her shock and accusation was evident in her voice and I sighed heavily. "I spoke against the alphas son." I may have hit him too, but I wasn't going to divulge that part to her. "It's not one big cut, mom, it's a brand, 'human scum' carved onto my arm." "They've branded you now too?!" My eyes rolled at her hurt tone as I went to get the dustpan and brush. "You're so much like your father." A sigh left her mouth as she spoke, running a hand through her hair, while I quickly swept up the little pieces of the broken plate. "You've had a new uniform delivered. It's laid out on your bed. Dylan, Please just try and stay respectful in the future, I don't want my daughter to be completely mutilated. Although you're not far off." "Gee, Thanks." I then walked over to my little brother Freddy before blowing a kiss into his neck and hearing him giggle. "So sport, how's school going?" "It's ok." He shrugged before going back to coloring a dinosaur picture in. "Well that's good, stay out of trouble, ok little man?" Heading upstairs and into my room, my thoughts wandered to the permanent graffiti scar very slowly healing on my arm. Disgusting beasts. Think they own the world because they're faster, stronger and can shift. Pah. If you ask me they are not all that.

The second I walked into my room my mouth dropped open. On my bed was some grey pants laid out neatly, which wasn't the surprising part, no, what shocked me was the grey high neck no sleeved button down shirt, every single set of uniform had sleeves except this one. They've done this on purpose those, mutts. They want the world to see my arm and know what a disgusting creature I am. They want the world to know that I, Dylan Riley, am nothing more than 'human scum'.

During the last week, I've been horrible, in class I've been loud in voicing my views, I've insulted at least everyone to some degree, I didn't care about the consequences, and I certainly didn't think about them. I haven't seen Nick at all since he was claimed, and to make matters worse today was the royal visit. Oh yes, werewolves and mated humans alike were spending every waking minute preparing themselves to meet his royal majesty, king of the wolves. Unclaimed Humans however would rather stick pins in their eyes. "Dylan, get down now... you're going to be late." She was right, I was dawdling this morning, I really couldn't be bothered today, I gave myself one last look in the small mirror and sighed when my eyes met my newly uncovered brand. It had bad bruising around the letters, and was still extremely tender to touch, it was definitely healing now though. I made my way down the stairs and came face to face with my mother who was seeing to Freddie, she was helping my brother get his coat on when she turned to me. "You ready sport?" Freddie nodded his little head at me and smiled while I quickly slid my shoes on. "Just Remember, the alpha is bad enough, Dylan, please, please don't do anything to anger the king." My mother stopped us from walking out the door to tell me something she had been telling me continuously for the last couple of days, it was almost as if the entire human population of our district was expecting me to do something stvpid. "Try and have a good day." I rolled my eyes but nodded, even I know not to push the king, he could kil me in the hallway like it was nothing. In fact I plan on staying out of his way for the entirety of the day. "We will see you tonight mom." I stated before me and my brother began our walk to school, his little hand clutched my own tightly as we went. Usually Nick would be with us, as he lives next door, well he used to, now he's residing in the main pack house. I quickly dropped Freddie off at his school and watched him get the wolfsbane neutralizer before walking into him building giving me a small wave before he went in. With my new scar on complete show, and my figure being complimented by the skin tight shirt I was wearing, I sauntered down the street to school, I gave my name and year in and took the wolf's bane neutralizer injection with no problems at all. It was finally getting into school that the problem occurred. Walking through the halls I was met by many looks, some of pity some of disgust. You see every single non mated human in the school was wearing a long sleeved version of the uniform I was given. All the Wolves and mated couples were scattered around in fancy floor length dresses or tailored suits. As I turned the corner I noticed a couple, now this couple happened to catch my eye the most out of all of them because it consisted of Arya and Nick, eating each other's faces off. "What the hel!" Nicks head shot to me as his eyes widened. He too was dressed in a tailored suit, a navy blue tie hung on his neck to match Aryas dress. Why was this happening all the time? It's always my friends that get completely brain washed. I shook my head in disbelief before turning my back on him. I heard his fast footsteps behind me as I rounded the corner. "Dylan?!" He ran right in front of me, stopping me in my tracks, making me drop my bag off my shoulder and almost causing me to bump into him. "Let me just explain..." "Has she marked you?" I mean you could almost see it in his eyes, she had marked him, and knowing the way life goes he's probably even mated with her. "Actually... Don't even answer that." I aggressively picked my bag up off of the floor and stormed off down the hall. "Dylan, just listen to me, Erin was right, it's so hard to resist your soulmate, and Arya is actually ok once you get to know her." I just kept walking, he caught up to me walking beside me but it didn't matter, I completely ignored everything and everyone. 'I'm so not in the mood today' getting into class was good though, I said hello to Mr Foley and took my usual seat. Nick sighed then took his bag off ready to sit next to me, but I snapped before he had the chance. "Traitors and mated idiots sit on that side of the room." I didn't look him in the eye as I pointed to a seat right at the front of the classroom on the opposite side. His eyes widened as he turned his attention back to me. "You can't be serious Dylan." I gave him a blank look before grabbing my book out of my backpack, I placed it on the desk then began to write the date on the top line. "I've sat in this seat for as long as I can remember." I ignored him, his voice sounded sad and shocked. "Dylan? Wait! What is that?!" Before I could react Nick had grabbed hold of my branded arm and turned it to see the letters. "Oh my God! What happened?" I snatched my arm away from him and shrugged as I continued to write in my book before grabbing my water bottle out of my bag. "The principal happened, it was my punishment for speaking out against Adrian and Arya. I wear it with pride." He just held a complete look of disbelief. "You spoke out against them?" I shrugged, what did he think I'd do. "It's no secret that I despise this stvpid new world and the mutts that control it. You were my friend, I wasn't going to let them just take you without saying something, although that is exactly what you seem to have done. Enjoy the view from your new seat!" "Don't be like that, Dylan, I'm your best friend, I'm sorry about your arm, but..." my eyes rolled inside my head at my friends words. "Anything with the word 'but' in, isn't an apology, it's a rationalization." I took a drink of water from my bottle and kept my eyes facing forward, ignoring his every attempt to try and talk to me. "Dylan?.. Dylan?... Do you know what? Erin is right, if you push us all away you won't have any friends left." He huffed before walking over to the empty seat and sitting down, I could feel him glancing up at me every now and again but I didn't respond. "Good morning class, please settle down." He looked at me then at Nick and frowned, we've never sat apart, we were friends before the new world even began. I just shook my head telling him to forget it. "So... as you know the king will be arriving in a short while, but until then lessons will go on as normal." Its funny seeing teachers in the same uniform your wearing, mr Foley and his wife are the coolest. Human teachers and doctors only have slightly more respect than we do. Because of Mr Foley's status him and his wife have better access to food and drink, Mrs Foley is cool, sometimes she even makes sure mr Foley brings some in for me. Ya know, coz I'm their favorite student. It's not in a weird way, it's just they were friends of the family before the new wold took effect. Mr Foley and my dad were buddies from high school, so it goes without sayin really. "All the mated humans will be at the front of each years line again, after that you will all be placed in status, Nick, as your mated to Alpha Arya, you'll be at the front of your line. Dylan as you have been branded..." his voice trailed off as he looked at me. "Yeah yeah, I'll be at the back of the line behind everyone. I get it." I huffed, moving my sight towards the window once more. "I am sorry." I turned to face Mr Foley again, he looked genuinely upset and that look of pity wasn't something I wanted to see. I gave him a clipped nod then turned away again. "Anyway, on to the subject matter, 'Of Mice and Men, page 64, Nick why don't you start us off with the reading."

"Of course sir." Nick began reading the book but I switched off, today is going to be a long day. After almost an hour and a half of reading comprehension, the bell chimed signaling lunch. I shot up and out of the classroom before anyone could say anything. Today, I was avoiding drama like the plague.

I wandered the corridors straight to the lunch hall. All the people I would normally hang out with we're all mated so I grabbed my lunch quickly, and sat down at the end of the human table. Let me lay the lunch hall out for you. On one side of the room you have two long rows of tables, with simple benches that make it look like prison, on the other side of the room you have multiple round tables with fancy chairs. Yup you get it. The humans sit at the prison tables and the wolves and traitors sit on the fancy tables, they get fancy food, fancy drink and most importantly they get pudding. what I would give to have some pudding. "Dylan can we just talk?" Nick quickly took the spot next to me as he set his lunch tray down. I looked at his food which had been placed on a ceramic, circular white plate. God that looked good. I sighed knowing he was going to talk anyway. "Fine, you have two minutes." I used my fork to take a bit of pasta off his plate and shoved it into my mouth. God that was good. "After I left school, I was taken to the pack house with Arya, and I really got to know her. It took a few days for me to finally accept being with her, but ever since life has been ok, and the sax... well that's a whole other story." Eww, I didn't need that mental image in my head. "I'm glad your happy." I stated before deciding I had no appetite. His face held shock before he sighed in relief. "That means a lot Dylan, I mean you know that your opinion matters to me." I cut him off before he could say anything else. "I said I was glad your happy. I didn't say I approved of what you've done. You've basically turned into one of THEM, I can't ever forgive you for that." He looked hurt, but I couldn't care less about his feelings. He placed his hand gently on my arm and went to open his mouth when a growl sounded out. All heads whipped to where it came from, Arya was stood holding a glass of soda and a plate, she was looking right at me and Nick and I would totally be dead if looks could kil. Nick quickly retracted his hand, his whole face fell and you could see sorrow flood his irises. "You sit with me now, get away from that, that... scum!" Wow, Nick was such a lucky guy. NOT. "You heard her. Get away from me, go sit with your new friends. I'm happy for you, and I understand where your coming from, but don't come up to me again and pretend you didn't betray your own kind. Don't pretend you didn't betray me." I shoved a little bit of food into my mouth before standing up and walking out of the cafeteria, leaving my tray on the table. I was walking through the hallway to the classroom, you see I decided to spend lunch with Mr Foley in his room, when I happened to hear voices in the corridor. "Is it wise for her to actually be present when the king arrives? Surely she could be placed in the dungeons, it might actually teach her some respect?" My principal was speaking to the alpha of our district, huh, if I stayed and listened do you think they'd notice, maybe they could smell me?! "Everyone is to be present, if the Riley girl does one thing out of line she will be dealt with severely, child or not. That girl has been a blight to the district since day one, she's dangerous, if she puts one hair out of place I will personally break her into submission." Oh shet, they were talking about me specifically, and they mentioned the dungeon, that's not been used in months. Normally I would have listened in more but something about the entire situation didn't sit right with me, all of a sudden, I was on edge, and simply wasn't interested in the slightest in hearing how my misery was to be enhanced. I backed up slightly before turning around and bumping head first into one of the hottest man I had ever seen. I lost my balance immediately and fell straight on to the floor letting out a small grumble in the process. His eyebrows knitted together quickly and his breath hitched in his throat as he looked upon my fallen state and gasped. "Mate!" He whispered, his eyes fixated on mine. Now, I had seen and heard that many times to know what that means, I gasped before taking a step back. 'No, no, no, no, no. This can not be happening.' He growled slightly before stepping towards me. Oh Shet!
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2024.06.01 07:29 DennyBob521 On the Valiant Lady now. Mixed feelings.

My wife and i have done about 10 cruises and pretty much decided we like Celebrity. We gave Virgin Voyages Valiant Lady sunset soiree out of Miami - Wed eve, May 29 to Sun AM June 2nd a try on impulse.
We live four hours north of Miami, 1 hour north of Tampa.
We have a central sea terrace (balcony) on deck 9. The ship is really nice. weā€™ve learned to always get a balcony - no fighting for private outside space. The restaurants have been weird - and disorganized.
The weird part is the food is too edgy/fufu - Iā€™m a standard but healthy american diet guy. I don t want the experiential or unusual variations, I just want standard fare.
The disorganized part is the restaurants bring the wrong food and drinks. They brought our food to the next table, another night my wife (we donā€™t drink alcohol, was given a cocktail instead of the drink she ordered. One small and a small sip - ick.
I will most likely go back to Celebrity. Weā€™ve had fun, but thereā€™s been some disappointment.
Pluses: free basic Wi-Fi - not for streaming, but works well for text, email, posting, sending a photo or two.
Soda (Coke products) included without additional package. Nice staff, clean cabins, large balconies, the ship is huge. Finally - no kids. I love children, but not on a cruise. Weā€™re in our late fifties, we have young grandchildren, but itā€™s been nice just hanging out with adults.
We had a couple from our town in Florida at our table last night - possible new friends.
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2024.06.01 05:46 DevarDavis22 Blaze 3: Demonic Arc 5: Immortal Sinsā¶

Blaze 3: Demonic Arc 5: Immortal Sinsā¶
Last time Buzz was shown destroying. He sees his past life right before him and snaps. He sees a familiar face. A woman who resembles Heather. Buzz wanted to marry her. What is her response? Yes or no? Find out right now. Harper" I...I do." Buzz" Excellent. My dear. We'll get married tomorrow. As soon as possible. For now it's time to get your dress." People arrive in the location and so do the Justice Drivers. Buzz quickly covers his mouth. Buzz" Hey we're getting married tomorrow." Everyone wishes them luck. Harper throws a fake smile on. Tinn" Congratulations you two(remembers him from earlier)." The Justice Drivers all wishes them luck.
While leaving, Draum looks back and sees the look on Harper's face. Harper begins to signal a look with her eyes. Draum" Something is not right here." Strider" What are you talking about?" Draum" That woman seemed like she didn't want to be there or with him. She gave me this look. A distress call." Julmbo" Maybe you're overthinking it." Draum" I know what I saw. That woman needs help." Julmbo" Alright. We'll follow the guy." Tinn" This is the guy I bumped into earlier." Strider'' He could be the the guy I fought." Spike" Could be. We won't know until we find out." The Justice Drivers are hiding and spying. Buzz is in the area. Draum uses his body for distraction. The Justice Drives get a hold of Harper. Buzz" Heather? They've taken her. HEATHER!!!"
Harper" Thank you guys. I don't know what I would have done without you." Julmbo" We're the Justice Drivers. Just doing our jobs." Tinn" What's your name?" Harper" It's Harper Sukinuu. That guy was a psycho." Harper talks about Buzz and gets to know the Justice Drivers. Spike" I see what you mean." Draum" Wait a minute?! You said that he'd do anything for Heather. I have an idea. We'll just have to use that for us then." Julmbo" That is really risky but we have to try it." Strider'' If this guy is an Anti-Sapien then that mask man should be too." Spike" Then that means they are most definitely together." A boy is shown(Conithio Town) taking without paying. Has a hood on. Boy" Yummy. That was good. Must find more." A Crow was flying around in the back.
Togyu Manji shown. Tijiri" Hey. Those are the guys from earlier. Let's show them." Takei" Your right." Jillian" I don't see any evil duers(she looks around)." Eyashi" We got company." Zushi" It's the mask guy with them." CJ" It's her. Lady Lightning." Jillian" Don't wear my name out." Sid" That's her?" Takei" What are you waiting for? Take em out milady." Jillian" I only fight evil duers(arms crossed)." Tijiri" I don't know what is up with this girl. Are you going to fight or what?" Jillian" No." Eyashi" I don't believe it. She is actually fighting it." Zushi" So it is true then." FATHER" Please(talking in a nice tone). We need you fight with us. Pretty please!" Jillian sticks her tongue out. FATHER" She stuck her tongue out at me(goofy tone). Why you!" Tijiri" Don't mind her FATHER. We don't need her."
Takei tries to attack CJ but Jillian stops him. Takei'' Why you!" Jillian" I won't let you hurt my friend." Tijiri" Friend?! She's lost it." Takei'' Keep talking like that!" Jillian" It's tme to fight the evil duers." Tijiri" You got to be kidding me. Anti-Sapien vs Anti-sapien." Takei battles Lady Lightning but not that long. They both leave. CJ" Thank you." Jillian" That's what superheros are for." Eyashi" How many more Anti-Sapiens are there?" Jillian" Just those two." Phil" I thought it be more?" Jillian" I did hear FATHER say there's another Anti-Sapien at Conithio Town." Fasha" Back at Conithio Town." Eyashi is calling the Justice Drivers again. Julmbo" You got an Anti-Sapien on your Side. No way. You're joking." He puts Jillian on the phone.
Jillian" There's an Anti-Sapien in your location. Be very careful." Julmbo" Wow you're real. We already ran into another Anti-Sapien. He used bugs. Do you recall a Anti-Sapien with bug power?" Jillian" No. I only know Takei and Tijiri." Julmbo" Who might they be?" Jillian" Takei is the masked one and Tijiri is the mohawk man." Julmbo" So you don't know each other. Can you put Eyashi back on the phone?" She does. Julmbo" This guy was a psychopath and needs to be put down. Well at least we only have to worry about three Anti-Sapien for now. But Jakob, the bug guy tried to force this woman to marry him. He kept calling her Heather. His past life kept interfering." Eyashi" Sounds like a complete weirdo." Julmbo" Like some people(says it funny/talking about Eyashi). That was lucky that Draum had a feeling. Now Harper can be safe. We need to take them out one by one."
Fasha talks about wanting Julmbo to teach her how to utilize the Extension Blade. Julmbo" Anytime when I'm not busy." Takei and Tijiri are together. Takei" Can you Believe the nerves on that girl." Tijiri" She is out of control. That's what she is." FATHER" We need her more than ever." Tijiri" She's made up her mind." FATHER" Mind You say? We need a creator. I know where to go." He goes to Jim's house. Takei and Tijiri aren't seen by Jim. Hiding. FATHER" Jim!" Jim" Who's there?" FATHER" It is I. FATHER. The creator of the Anti-Sapiens." Jim" What do you want with me? Trying to make me an Anti-Sapien?" FATHER" You are not needed for that but your daughter is already one." Jim" My Jillian?" FATHER" You see your daughter was acting up. She was trying to fight my children. And I don't like my children to fight each other. I'm trying to forgive her. She turned her back on us and is with the outsiders. I need her back. I need something from you."
Jim" What is it?" FATHER" I need you to finish that suit. How long are we talking about?" Jim" Several months." FATHER" We don't have that long! Can you make something that allows you to take an item from the finished timeline, and put it in the unfinished one?" Jim" I believe so! Yes." FATHER" Excellent! I used to be a creator myself. Back in my days.". Jim" I'll get to it then." FATHER" There's just one more thing I need. I need a brainwashing device. So in case she acts up. You can never be too." Jim" I can't. She is my little girl(adult). Screw you and you are just a conscience. You can't hurt me anyway!" FATHER" You're right. I cannot." Takei and Tijiri reveals themselves. FATHER" But they can. I'd get cracking if I were you. Time is the essence."
Conithio Town. Harper is all alone. Harper" Jakob. Where are you? I need your help. I've escaped from those bastards. I want to be with you now. I want to finish our marriage." Jakob appears and says" So here you are? And you've accepted your destination I see." Demons show up. Harper" I don't like the demons. Kill them Jakob." Jakob" Sure thing." He killed them all. Harper" How far are you willing to go for me?" Jakob" To the end of the Earth and back. Just for you Heather." Harper"' Would you cut your hand off?" Jakob does and says" I told you I'd do." He waves his ripped off hand. Jakob" All we have to do is get married and we'll be together forever." Harper" This is the man I need." Julmbo" All we have do is wait until wedding then we strike." Strider'' It's sad that we have to leave Harper with that freak show."
Next day/wedding. Jakob" You look stunning in that dress Heather." Wedding occurs. There are no people. Private wedding. The officiant" Do you, Heather, promise to be Jakob's friend? To comfort him and listen to him? To celebrate his successes and to support his struggles? To love him, respect him and tenderly care for him, through all the days of your life?" Harper" I do." The officiant" Jakob, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in (holy) matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" Jakob "I do." The officiant" I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." They kiss. Harper unwantedly. Jakob" Now we're together forever."
The Justice Drivers arrive late but not intended. They go for a sneak attack. Jakob" What did they come from?" Strider" Time to take you out, asshole!" Julmbo" You will pay for everything you've done!" The Justice Drivers battles him 5 on 1(+ Draum). Jakob" (he laughs)Don't think for one second I'm intimidated. I'm a god-damned Anti-Sapien for Pete's sake." Towards the end of the fight, Julmbo manages freeze Jakob. Strider is going to burn him up. However, an interruption occurs. Lights go out. When they return, he's being carried out by a weird crawly thing(large). Draum" What is that thing? One of his bugs?!" The crawly thing says" (female voice)Not by my watch." Spike" Damnit! We were so close!!" Tinn" All that work. For nothing."
Crawly thing is a woman. FATHER" That was a close one. We have to be more careful. Thanks for the save, Wiggy. Wiggy" Don't mention it." Jakob wakes up. Jakob" what are you doing here? Sister(older)." Wiggy" Saving your ass." FATHER" We're nearly there. It's time for a visit." Jakob" Where might that be?" FATHER" Togyu Manji. There are 3 more Anti-Sapiens there. We'll need to unite with them. Then the Anti-Sapiens will be invincible." Wiggy" Now that's a plan." Jakob has a nonchalant look on his face. Doesn't like to get help from his sister. Togyu Manji. Takei and Tijiri pay Jim a visit. FATHER" So how are we coming along?" Jim" I have finished the first device and went to the future to get the the super suit. Just a few touches on the last device." A few touches later. Jim" I'm complete." FATHER" Let me see" Jim starts to walk away.
FATHER" Wait! There's one more thing I need you to do specifically." Jim" And what is that?" FATHER" I need you to give it to her personally. Put the brainwashing device inside the super suit." Jim" I can't do that!! Are you mad?" FATHER" That is the point." Takei and Tijiri both stare at him evilly. Jim" Fine I'll do it(sad voice)." Tijiri" That's the spirit." FATHER" 2 more Anti-Sapiens are on their way. All we have to do is sit back and wait." Takei" I'm bored. Going to harass some people." Tijiri" Have fun." FATHER" Call your daughter over and tell her the suit is finished." He does. Jillian arrives with CJ. Jim" It seems you have company?" Jillian" This is CJ. We met a few days ago." CJ" Please to meet you." Jillian" She wanted to see the super suit in person." The super suit is easy to put on. It starts off small then expands. Laughter is heard. Tijiri appears.
Jillian" Back for more?" Tijiri" This time it's different. I feel bad for you. Attack!" Jillian strikes CJ. CJ" What was that for?" She tries to snap out of it but can't. CJ" Snap out of it!! It's me. CJ." Jillian" I don't know any CJ. You are an evil duer." CJ" She is not listening. Guess it's time to fight back." Tijiri" This is intriguing." CJ finally gets to fight Jillian. Jillian is going to finish off CJ(ending). A voice streams" LEAVE HER ALONE!! Sez Unemori arrives on the scene. He has a gadget blade. Sez" Get out of here!" CJ" I don't run from fights, kid." Sez" Fine then." Tijiri"' I guess that's my cue." He fights CJ while Sez battles Jillian. Tijiri rolls his body up and attack. Sez uses his gadget blade to scan his abilities. Sez" It seems you can absorb whatever you touch then distribute it to any body part." Tijiri" Right you are. It is sad that you came just to die." Jillian" Your opponent is me." Sez gets distracted. Jillian" Never take your eyes off the ball, evil duer."
Sez" I have you know, I am not a villain(talking like a hero). I am but a noble hero. A man of the faithful people. You are but a person who is for herself and not anyone else(still talking the same)." Jillian" Take That back(deep voice). Do my ears deceive me? Did I really just hear that? I want you to know that I can never be this fowl creature of a person, you call villain." They both continue to talk like heros. CJ and Tijiri both get distracted of it what they are saying. Tijiri" Will you 2 can it already!! All of your stupid super hero talk is giving me a damn headache!!" Sez" You just don't appreciate our work." He's about to keep talking but Tijiri punched him. Tijiri" Oh no you don't." Jillian is doing the same thing. Tijiri" No not you to! I'm kinda regretting her being on our side." FATHER" Oh you can bare her." Tijiri" I don't think so. Wait a minute, we're supposed to be fighting. You've got me distracted! Let's finish this up shall we!"
Ending. CJ and Sez are about to be finished. Fasha appears. Tijiri" I remember you. Your appearance doesn't matter." Eyashi and Team Blaze appears. Eyashi" Back for more. Wasn't expecting you to show up." Tijiri" I'm not ready to fight, so I'm going to skedaddle." They both leave. Zushi" Good thing we came in time. Didn't you say that he left last time(looking at Eyashi)?" Eyashi" What are they planning? They are clearly up to something. This happened again with the Justice Drivers. They are waiting for something but what?" Fasha" Why was Lady Lightning with Tijiri?" CJ" She just started to attack me." Phil" Whose this guy?" Sez is going to talk like a hero when CJ cuts him off. CJ" Oh no you don't!" Sez l" I wasn't going to do the talk! I'm Sez Unemori. I saw this girl in trouble so I helped her. I was here for someone. I heard they moved here. Do you know group called Team Earth."
Sid" Of course we do." Sez" Oh that's great." Eyashi" Welcome to Team Blaze. You'll be a great ally. I'll show you where they are." Sez" That's great." CJ" We still don't know what happened to Lady Lightning. Even on the other side, she still seemed in character." Jim is shown hiding and says" It was me. I did it(comes out of hiding). I didn't want to though(crying). I'm Jim Madame. That was my daughter. I was forced to do it." Eyashi" Who? Please tell us." Jim is shaking/looking nervous. Jim" I trust you. I'll tell you. It was FATHER." Everyone says FATHER. He was communicating with his mind. He had the the Anti-Sapiens with him. Forced me to make the super suit to lure her in. And the Brainwashing device was if she'd be rebellious. He mentioned wanting to get the Anti-Sapiens together." Eyashi" It all makes sense now. Now we have think about where are they going and we already know. Togyu Manji. We have to round up everyone. We'll go get Team Earth first."
FATHER calls his children their Anti-Sapien name, rather than their real name. Takei is shown terrorizing. Takei" Now this is fun. Scream all you want. It won't help you(laughs)." A woman appears. Takei" What are you doing to me(sarcastic tone)? She" I can't let you hurt any bystanders." Takei" Oh we'll see about that." She turns into a demon Beast. Tiger Demon. Takei" Wow. Did not expect to see that trick." Time passes. A male appears this time. Takei" Where'd he come from?" He becomes a demon as well. Demon Bear. Takei" Demon power? They must be from the same place?" Another one appears. He is an Animal Humanoid Gorilla. He is stuck in his form. Demon Gorilla.
Tijiri" The 3 of you still can't beat me." Sidney arrives. Takei" You still need more people to fight me." Sidney" It sure took you guys awhile to get to the area. You're going down." Takei" You know, I think I have a few more minutes. Let's do it." Sidney summons his weapon. The others join in. Takei" That's the spirit. Join in. The more the merrier." He launches his blades like an arrow but to a citizen. Gorilla says" Oh no , he's gonna kill em." Tiger catches it with her teeth but barely. Takei" My, that was close(sarcastic tone)." FATHER" It's tme Massk." He laughs. Takei" It's been fun but I have nothing to prove. I'll see you another time. Sayonara!" He's gone.
Bear(fat)" I'm glad that mask guy is gone. We would not have defeated him anyway." Tiger" Of course you'd say that. You have to stop acting like that. You need to grow some balls." Bear" I know you didn't!" Gorilla" Stop acting like children. Nevermind." Sidney" Wait. That's the mask guy Eyashi was talking about. The Justice Drivers ran into him. Is he an Anti-Sapien? If so, what is he doing here?" Tiger" Anti-Sapien? You don't think? Sidney" Let's go see then." Bear" Here we go. Let's go." Sidney's group. Tiger=Donta. Bear=Yoshatora. Gorilla=Jasin(Jason). Jasin is a good archer. Jakob and Wiggy have arrived in Togyu Manji. FATHER is with another Anti-Sapien. Black. Team Blaze is shown. What will happen with the Anti-Sapiens . Can they be stopped? Find out what will happen next time on Part ā·. "To Be Continued"
Last time. FATHER made plans with the Anti-Sapiens. He wanted to gather the Anti-Sapiens in one spot. FATHER would force jim to create an invention for Jillian which would make her fight her the others. Team Blaze were trying to get the others together. Sidney's group fought Takei and questioned was he an Anti-Sapien. The Anti-Sapiens have finally made it to Togyu Manji. FATHER was shown with a new Anti-Sapien. What will happen now? FATHER" I'm glad that you are here." Rmpage" Pleasure doing business with you." FATHER" We are nearly there." Rampage" I sense some good spirit energy. Let me make a quick stop." FATHER" Make it quick." Rampage challenges some people.
Rampage" Who is next?" Geo appears and says" I guess I am now." Rampage thinks" That spirit energy. He's one of the strong ones. I can see it in his eyes." Geo struggles to keep up with his strikes. Geo" He's strong. Too strong. He surpassed my hand to hand. He's not ordinary(thoughts)."fight over. They finally make it to the others. Rampage" So these are the other Anti-Sapiens." FATHER begins to laugh. FATHER" It's about damn time. We are finally one. We will make the world suffer. Feel our wrath." Everyone laughs as well. Team Blaze are shown. Corroshi" Eyashi. What brings you guys here?"
Eyashi" We have actually discovered something. We've got word that the Anti-Sapiens are joining up. I believe it is going to be here." Corroshi" Why do you think that?" Fasha" Togyu Manji is a very large area. They probably want to takeover here. And besides, there's a lot of incidents that occur here anyways." Corroshi" Nice response." Zushi" We needed to round up everyone and warn them. We need everyone here. We need your help." Corroshi" You can count on me." Sez" Hey Corroshi?" Corroshi turns around says" Do I know you?" Sez" It's me Sez. From the tournament." Corroshi" Oh yeah. I remember you not. You are the one who tried to cheat." Sez" That's me." Corroshi" So why did you come back?"
Sez" I heard you moved wanted to know if you let you join your team?" Corroshi" Well of course you can. Welcome aboard!" Sez" Aw thanks." Geo and the others aren't there yet. Now everyone is together. Rischardo" Since we're up against Anti-Sapiens, I want everybody to know this. If any of you see Anti-Sapiens named Ira and Danly Indies, there my kids and I'll deal with them. Ira has red hair and Danly has orange hair." Everyone is training with each other. Julmbo" Hey Fasha." Fasha" Yes." Julmbo" Let me see your blade." She does. Julmbo" I see. There is something I need to teach you. Reincarnation." Fasha" Reincarnation?" Julmbo" It's the ability to fix broken Extension Blades."
He breaks his blade. Julmbo" Reincarnation!" The blade has fixed itself. Fasha" Wow that's going to take some time." Julmbo" Nonsense. With your skills you'll master it in no time." He continues to train Fasha. MaXx, Haden, and Sid are lifting weights. MaXx and Haden get into an altercation. MaXx's eyes turn black. MaXx" I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!" MaXx' Dark Seal interrupts. He raises his blade towards Haden. Eyashi uses his speed and gets in between(has his hands out separating them)them and says" Brothers shouldn't fight! MaXx don't let them darkness consume you." He snaps out of it. MaXx" You're right." Thank you." His eyes return. Keira Saja goes towards Sid and says" I want to be just like you, Fasha, Phil, and the others."
Sid" What do you mean Keira?" Keira" I wish I had powers so I could protect you guys and fight alongside you. If CJ could have power behind I could. I wanted to know if you would train me?" Sid" Ah yeah. Sure. First I need you to hit my fists." She does. Sid" Good but harder. " Phil and Fasha laughs(good laughs). Keira continues to work on her strikes. Cumi name change. Was supposed to sound like cute. New name. Cuimi(kwee-me). Cuemi(q-me). Cuimi(c-oo-me). New name is Cuemi. Cuemi has a vision. Cuemi" Wait! There are these people and there are shredded. We have to save them." Corroshi" Where are they?" They are headed out.
People are on the ground, all cut up. Domay" Who could have done this." Ishani" I think I am going to be sick." She almost throws up. They hear a knife sound cutting together. They go check it out. There's a man standing on dead bodies with his back turn. He turns around and has knives in his hands. Geo" It's him!" He charges and attacks. Eyon" You know this guy?" Geo" This guy was challenging people and he beat me. Hand to hand combat. He is not ordinary. I knew it was slomething about the guy." Rampage" Right you are." He shows off his Anti-Sapien symbol on the left shoulder.
Arc Notes- Spirit Cuffs. Wind Slice Attack. Sid spit lightning attack works with fire (combine together) FATHER. Light Power heal chair. Rade plant lady. Geo likes to eat but Yolmmo eats more. Rade uses Genesis to get information without having to leave his spot. He tells to Eyashi Arc 6. Rade apple. Draum takes Hydro Corps with Justice Drivers. Keina Kiyoshi 7. Last time on opening Arc 6. Arc 7 lot demons. Sez Unemori gadget style. Sakura Hurata Arc 5. Korin Kore. 11th grade. Soothsayer short witch attire. Go to school together. Gru boxing style. Sid, Phil and Fasha back to back. Nara Haseku. Frogg Kikio 4. How to do Fire Morph. Archer. Wind Swallow. Shadow Spea Sabitist Lemaru pike. Blaze rich. Call me Darkness. Tijiri Akaru. Ball shape. Anti-Sapien Hydro Corps. Reincarnation. Massk story. Talk about mask. Body weapon/ absorb/keep power. Absorb blades. Sid and Phil extend fists before the fight. Sidney lots of Anti-Sapiens appearing frequently. Jim dies but will be blame on Team Blaze. Lady Lightning puts Haden to sleep. To spark or not to spark. Burnt mouth. HarpeHeather. Jakob Akali one hand. Buzz bugs covering body. Draum stronger than the demons. Danly I am a demon. Wiggy wig talk to her. Ignoramus. Genesis. Anti-Sapiens Cliff.
Sidney's group. Tiger=Donta. Bear=Yoshatora. Gorilla=Jasin
Mind Controller- Dwells into the person's mind and uses their memories against them. Making the mind attack it's owner.
Team Earth: Corroshi Setse(all styles/fire fav)(master), Geo Kazy(Dragon style/Jeet Kune Do), Eyon Yoshi(Lightning/fire), Yolmmo Usay(wateice) Domay Usay(wind), Korr Yoshi, Kunesuke Atara(glasses/reads/black/lady's man), Su Lin(Eyon's girlfriend/Chinese/not black), Ishani Sharma(Indian skin/not black/turban/Yolmmo's)
Hydro Corps: Sodum Hydro(leader), Coracoona/Charzie Anderson(not black), Dornymious(door-nee-me-us)Ryeno or Rhyno(Rhino/not black/charges), Shune Tuche(to-shay/special suit and mask/great hunter)
Areas- Tohoku Japan(setting/West Japan), Togyu Manji(Sid's home), Conithio Town, Kurai (dark) Haitsu(heights), Renyu Haito, Shiawasena Michi(happy road), Hausada, Heteritoke Town, Kibakoru(near a bakery), Ryusoka (ree-u-so-kah)Tofa,(small town), Zuloko Ikiki(large area), Uketa(oo-kee-tah) Sada(near a graveyard area), Sushun(Soul Snatcher's headquarters), Osaka Japan(western Japan)(Team Earth's original home), Kanta Japan(eastern Japan), Burakkubēsu(means black base)/(Black Widow's hideout),
Greater Demons-Balaam and Dracula
Notes-Mirror asylum. Plache appears arc 6. Rade is a scientist. Wants Kikia to give up her organization. He uses a dark gass it turns people into demons. Erika, Keira Umo, Eyashi, Zushi, and others become demons put into a facility. Must find antidote. Rade has all the demons power Who died. Haden arm becomes demon like but hasn't turned yet. Kikia will stick him with a syringe. Demon form wears off. Arc 6. Haden and MaXx can't win. demon souls. Airball- can be small or large/chargeable. Eyashi- Wind of the Dragon Punch. Charge fist then strike the enemy/enemies. Late effect. Final blow will feel like a combination of all the punches in one. Maybe Phil. Dead Beat- idea demon/creature. Strider punches mountain/Gru move mountain. Camme punches Sid.
Lightning Beam (Death Beam). Eyashi got 3 main bosses to like him. Absorb moves/spirt energy. Thunder Strike/plow. Rischardo Underworld fighting scene. Dragon Breath. Heat Vision. Hot as Hell move. Double jump. Liba Tezu. Kiko glasses. Anti-Sapiens jump off cliff and wake up. We're twins..cousins Fasha. That arm. You're a Soul Killer. You have the red flpower. It's you. Punch/ uppercut Thunder Rider. MaXx grabs it and throws it back. Saundra asks for Sid's name. She tells Ryu. He appears and sees Sid.
Charging fist Sid and Phil. Regular male student too many female characters. Genesis. Rade uses rings to cuff bodyl/Freak Ring Circus/Spirit Ring Cuff. Dragon Flare origin during Bosch's story. Burning Impalememet Sid. Surfing Ice Blade works with other elements. Sid used first with Reaper Sajettus then Fasha with Rudiaslaudia and Sakura used. 1st Lt Alex Mohoto. The Hydro Corps. Eyon vs Tairon was controlled. Fēng's blade Dragon Heart. Dark Matter. Haden purple lightning. When Danly dies, Rischardo will be shown/ Flashbacks shown/will say his son's name. Velencya bird. Corri Howbori. Sid lightning style against Blaze. Lightning Slash. Spirit energy. Rischardo trains Sid. Underwater. Keira says I want to be like you sid train her. Destruction/Destructional Saucer(disk) Domay. Hall of the Gods. Gods on left and Goddesses on right. Gods of Time. Rischardo warns his Greater Demons. Rischardo runs into them later Arc last straw. Camme can't fly. Lightning and wind Morph speed.
Ra-Ibo and Kungaru power greater than God of Spirit world and demonic king
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2024.06.01 02:35 Away_Signature_4527 Desperate

Desperate
What is happening hereā€¦ she thinks TT ghosted her old account, so started a brand new one. Streams from both and tells people to go to the new one. Now doing 80s night to get attention. Asks for 1k likes in first 1 minute, and 10k in first 10 min. But constantly sits at 60-70 in her lives.
The moment has passed. Accept it and move on. The desperation is sad.
Alsoā€¦ I heard Kenny G say she talked with this lady and Disney mom (plus f&f) when she was thinking of joining. She definitely went the right routeā€¦..
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2024.05.31 23:43 DrunkenCoward Fanfiction - God Empress of Gensokyo ~ Satori Maiden

Fanfiction - God Empress of Gensokyo ~ Satori Maiden
And Ever On - The Drums of War
ā€œI am the most ardent people-watcher who ever walked the plains of Gensokyo. I know each and every person I meet the way only that person knows themselves. Inner voices whisper their secrets undaunted - whether they learn of my presence or not. They cannot ever fall silent. This amount of knowledge is frightening to others. To be faced by one such as I, whose knowledge reaches far beyond even the greatest empath - no armour thick enough to blunt my blade. Each secret laid bare for me to sift through and scrutinize, like a gladiator choosing his weapon in the arenas. But more than that, it is tiring.
I am tired.ā€

- from 'The Secret Monolouge of Satori Komeiji', chapter 11


Silence inhabited the lengths of the vast saloon like a much-cherished but ever-so-rarely met companion.
Once this vast area had served as the dining room of Komeiji Satoriā€™s mansion. Many quiet and joyous dinners had been held within its walls, filled with the soft ringing of girlish giggles and the beaming of happy faces. Now it served as the room that housed the majestic throne atop which Satori manipulated the strings around her force's limbs.

Or try to steer them in the direction I most desire, in any case.

Her eyes lay closed, submerging her into an all-consuming darkness that so beautifully complemented the silence that surrounded her. It wasnā€™t often that she was permitted silence of any kind - not since her armies had poured forth from the caverns of Old Hell, to wreak havoc upon the tranquil fields of Gensokyo. Not before that either, truthfully. Her own thoughts were always a turbulent mess - even discounting the multitudes of minds she read like they were her own, flooding through her consciousness like waves.

It had only taken a fortnight after the sudden and inexplicable disappearance of the Hakurei miko and the Yakumo hag for Gensokyo to split off into factions - and those factions into subfactions - all eager to squabble over what remained of the Land of Fantasy as their domain, to do with as they pleased. The tengu had been first to claim their independence and push their forces into neighboring territories, followed closely by a show-of-force from the kappa with their clumsy - albeit devastating - machinery. Though they had repudiated any and all rumours of military expansion, their motorized wagons had told a different story when they invaded the foot of Youkai Mountain only hours later. Propagated by the vicious oni Yuugi, always fascinated by the prospects of a fight - especially one stacked against her - Satoriā€™s own populace had voiced their unanimous desire to make this Land of Illusions the home not of a diverse populace, but of Old Hell alone.
With the absence of both the architect of Gensokyo and its guardian, the rules of Danmaku - designed to allow for a non-fatal and comparatively peaceful conflict resolution - had crumbled into dust and that dust had been swept away into the corridors of arid memory - allowing blood to seep back onto Gensokyoā€™s plains.
Satoriā€™s hands tightened around the arm rests of her throne until the muscles stood out, quivering beneath the weight of her guilt. She had never wanted to sit upon a throne of skull and death. Had never wanted it to come to this. For Gensokyo to be dyed in that dreadful crimson. But she had known from the very first that this had been the only possible outcome.

Who else knows the thoughts of Man and Demon alike as well as I?

No matter how well trained, no matter how arrogantly certain of their abilities - even masked. Before her third eye all lay as bare as the day they were born.
She had seen the thoughts of her people - the oni and youkai of Old Hell. Long driven into exile and pushed to the sidelines by the miko, they craved restitution. Their thoughts had promised bloodshed. Thoughts so drenched in violence, they had terrified Satori, who only ever desired simplicity, peace and a cup of tea at the end of a hectic day. Those thoughts she had been forced to see had made her want to close her third eye for good - the way her sister had done long ago.

But just look what path that had sent her down...

Why, then, did she sit on this throne?
To rule over bloodshed she did not desire?


I must do this thing not because I desire it, but precisely because I do not!


Under her guidance, the death toll might be kept to a minimum. Not negated altogether, she knew. That possibility had vanished into the distant past. When the Hakurei maiden disappeared and no one leapt to fill the void her absence had left.

But how could any of us have known the paths time would take?

Satori had not left her domicile in many moons. Not out of choice, but practical necessity. As one of the warlords of Gensokyo, she was now in constant danger. For her to be walking along the surface was to invite attempts on her life - and with that, her hopes for a peaceful end to this tragedy. Ever since she had first crowned herself Queen of Old Hell and Suzerain of the Solar Sect, she had to keep her eyes open at all times.
The two resting in her skull, of course, but also her third - the one vigilantly resting before her heart, scrutinizing the minds of all that stood before her.
And the more people around, the more the assault on the wavering fortress that was her mind. It became tiring - merely to be awake. Countless voices, all bombarding her mind like an artillery strike, like the atomic fusions ravaging in the innards of her demesne.
In that very moment, another presence fluttered awake inside of Satori's conscious mind, like a candle set alight in the silence. Even before the doors at the far end of the hall were slammed open - though her eyes remained closed to give the appearance of languid meditation - she had known that it was Reiuji Utsuho.

Only speak of the devil and she appears.

Though Utsuho was now the Yatagarasu - the three-legged crow - gifted the powers of nuclear fusion by Kanako Yasaka, Goddess of Youkai Mountain, she had once been a voiceless, thoughtless pet - one of the reasons Satori still loved and cherished her so dearly, despite her idiocy. She fondly remembered the times when the crow's inner machinations were still a mystery to her. When the inoffensive caw from her beak was the only sound that broke the silence.

Now, however, the Youkai's thoughts were as loud and boisterous as her mouth.

>Have to kill her. Today. Now. Only chance. Only choice. <

Oh?

The satori's eyes shot open, staring straight at the broad-shouldered Youkai that had entered her presence - and as she approached, Satori felt her spirit inflate and deflate, both at once. Surprise was a commodity so rarely afforded to someone cursed to know each thought of each mind the moment it first forms.

But why?

Why Utsuho?

Why, Utsuho?

Sweet, bird-brained Utsuho, who had been by Satori's side for so many years. Chuckling and snorting over jokes she didn't understand, playing childish games with young Koishi, resting her head in Satori's lap and napping, as Satori stroked her hair. Utsuho's metamorphosis into a conscious being had changed nothing, truthfully, about the love Satori held for her.
Satori felt tears form within her eyes, though that instinct was quickly suppressed. A ruler could show no weaknesses. Least of all to those who mean her harm. She could not let Utsuho know that Satori knew of her plans. And someone with the strength - no, the destructive capabilities - of Utsuho, could not be let loose of a leash that knew better than to use her the way she was intended. Without Satori's iron grasp around her choker, Utsuho would drown Gensokyo in nuclear hellfire. There would remain no victors. Only corpses and those who wished to be among them. No, this kinship had to become one of the distant past and Satori would have to welcome the thought of slaying the one she once held dear, as though she were but a disgusting roach that had invaded her perfect garden.

But perhaps...

Perhaps Utsuho would relent, would decide against the path she was on, out of love, not for her ruler, but her mistress. Her friend.
Satori would bide her time, not hastily smash the threat the way rulers are so wont to do. Before her knowledge, her insight, even Utsuho's atomic might was helpless. How, after all, do you kill one who knows that the blade will be gripped before even the would-be-assassin's own muscles had received the command?

No.

Satori would know. And before Utsuho had so much as raised her arm, her heart would be pierced. Then - and only then - Satori's tears may flow.

>Don't want to. Can't. But have to. So sorry, Satori-sama. Have to.<

Why, Utsuho?

The crow approached unhindered, no betrayal painted on her stern face.
She hid it well.

Like someone who fears the outcome and the consequences of failure above all else.
What is this hand you were dealt? Reveal it, Utsuho.
Reveal it so I might spare you.
I beg of you.

Her white coat dragged behind, draped over the massive span of her black wings. Brightly the stars and universes contained within shone, as she took step after heavy step, the monstrous elephant's foot on her right leg sending a metallic tremor to echo through the halls each time it slammed onto the marble floor.

>Don't think. Kill her. Don' t think. Can't think. Just shoot . Shoot. ~Shoot!~ <

Always the same melody coursing through the bird's thick skull.
Utsuho came to a full stop ten paces in front of Satori's throne, the fabric of her skirt swaying gently in the stale air of the underground mansion. Her majestic wings, three times the width of her already massive frame, twitched and danced upon even the slightest movement. Silence descended upon her thoughts as their gazes met. Those familiar brown eyes filled Satori with a kind of dread she rarely felt.

Is this the moment of our parting, Utsuho?

But instead of lifting her nuclear cannon, Utsuho's thoughts wandered towards tiring bureaucracy and her free hand darted into the knapsack on her hip. Satori did not budge. She knew, after all, that it was not a weapon the Youkai would produce from there. And indeed, she drew out a stack of papers, before descending onto one knee, bowing her head deeply.
"Lady Satori..."
Satori felt a wince envelop her emotionless features as the crow's eyes fell closed. She was not a great supporter of this kind of reverence to her person at the best of times - least of all when it was performed by someone who she knew for an absolute certainty was going to betray her.
"What is this about, Utsuho?"

A question I need not ever ask. I know the answer every time.
ā€¦
Then why do I pose the question at all?

She already knew what it was about.

Truthfully: Her assassination.
But ostensibly: Reports.

"I have reports on the military situation, my Lady."

Gods below, how Satori hated reports. Hearing of all the lifes this war had ripped apart in the names of a few greedy individuals - her own most of all.
"You have", Satori agreed, shifting her weight and leaning cheek into her fist, resting lazily upon her throne, like a queen of old, "How is the situation, then? Have the kappa's advances been halted?"
"Nnh", Utsuho muttered with the ever so slightest affirmative nod, "Your forces have managed to break their assault on the fields before the Human Village and the Oni have scattered them into the Bamboo Forest of the Lost. Some of the soldiers report seeing..."
Satori did not need to read Utsuho's thoughts to know what happened. Though it certainly helped.
"...a fiery explosion from within the forest as they withdrew."
"Yes, my Lady."
The facts Satori could read from Utsuho's mind - but the girl's intellect lacked the necessary capabilities to analyze and understand the implications.
"The Crimson Watchguard has chosen a side."
"M'Lady?"
"Fujiwara No Mokou. Who else could create an explosion so noticeable from within that Forest? Who else would show such anger over a threat to the Human Village?"
"Perhaps the kappa detonated their machines themselves? To give you that impression."
Satori's eyes darted to Utsuho. Clever. She was learning. What a shame it was so soon before their final farewell.
"An interesting interjection. Plans within plans. But no. Kawashiro is too proud of her machines to sacrifice them for such a feint."
"People change...", Utsuho murmured before the thought had even nestled in her mind. Her expression had shifted into one of despondent sadness, eyes refusing to meet Satori's and she unconsciously mirrored the mournful despondence of Okuu's shifting lips.

They certainly do.
But never without cause.
So - why ?

But Utsuho's mind did not gift Satori the answers she seeked. Instead it kept gravitating around her reports.

The Tengu have agreed to a ceasefire with Hakugyokurou. The Myouren Temple has opened its gates to Youkai fleeing the war. The Scarlet Devil Mansion has militarized their corps of Hobgoblin servants. The Forbidden Forest has caught flames after a skirmish between bandits and the Human Defense Forces. Eientei remains completely and utterly isolated...
The usual.
But one group is missing here. Suspiciously so.
As though Utsuho dare not so much as think about them.

"What about the forces of the Moriya Shrine?"

"The... Moriya...?"

And with that one phrase, all of Utsuho's thoughts wandered towards betrayal.

>Have to kill her. Now. Have to do it now . Kanako ordered me.<

Ah. There we go. Your secret lays bare.

So it was the Moriya Shrine that had coerced Satori's loveable pet crow to foolishness?
That answered the matter of 'who'.

But why?

That was the question. Even someone as naive and stupid as Utsuho would have a motive. Crows were shrewd, but not unloyal. Was it riches the Moriya had offered the crow? Power? Promises?

"The Moriya have... remained on the defensive on Youkai Mountain..."

Utsuho's mind was a mess of interlocking phrases and thoughts that offered Satori none of the answers she seeked. Instead Satori scrutinized Utsuho's every movement, each flushing of the skin, involuntary twist of the eyes or errant twitch. There were none. No signs of guilt at being found out. No sign of apologetic back-peddling. Charging ever on. A consummate professional Utsuho remained.
Then...

No...!

Then this was no matter of simple, straight-forward betrayal spurned by lust for power. It was one of survival.
No, worse yet, Utsuho's sentience itself had to be on the line.

"The crow Tengu have been continuously chipping away at their border, Kanako herself had..."

" Lady Kanako", Satori sternly corrected Utsuho, "My foe she may be, but the woman is still a God and a leader."

How, after all, could Satori expect respect from her allies if she didn't extend that same courtesy to her enemies. Though that was only partly the reason she had spoken in the manner she did.

>Curse her! Curse Kanako! Lady?! Lady of my ass !<

That proved Satori's suspicions. One may curse the hand that fed them, but rarely the one that WOULD. Utsuho was acting against her own will, against her wishes, her own better judgement.

>Don't wanna harm Lady Satori. But I have to. Have to. Do it now, Utsuho. Just do it.<

Still fighting with herself, cannibalizing her own mind over what she wanted to do and what she felt she had to.

But what exactly is that thing her mind dare not name?

The first rule of warfare was to know your enemy. To not understand the foe spelt failure.

Satori retreated into her own mind, acknowledging all the pieces of the puzzle available to her, placing them in the order that seemed most logical and extrapolating on the empty space in-between.
All of this took a mere fraction of a second.

She, who is cursed to know all minds, learns early in life how to analyze their contents quickly. Not from a teacher. But through bare necessity. Not to master this skill meant being flattened by an avalanche of thoughts and spelled Doom for her kind. As it had done for poor Koishi...

Why is my mind wallowing in self-pity and lost family in a moment as critical as this one? I have no time to waste on memories - quick though they might be flashing past my inner eye.

Silently the Youkai Queen of Old Hell cursed herself for the unnecessary excursion. A second had passed by the time Satori's thoughts returned to the matter at hand. She stared down from her throne at Utsuho - her eyes had not once left the crow's face this entire time. The bird Youkai was rummaging around in her bags, revealing lists and papers, lips producing sounds Satori did not deign listen to anymore. The answers to Satori's questions were not found there. The truth lay within the girl herself.

>Don't want to go back . What I once was. Unthinking, unfeeling.<

With that, understanding snapped into place within Satori. Kanako Yasaka had gifted unto Utsuho her unnatural powers - and the consciousness that accompanied such powers - and Kanako Yasaka had threatened to take them away once more.

What cheap and despicable tactics we have stooped to. Forcing one's hand in such a manner, turning them into the executioner of their closest friend against their will?

So many strange and dangerous abilities littered the denizens of Gensokyo - Utsuho's own chief among them - yet it was simple words that should strike fear into the crow's heart.

How vile.

Satori felt disgust rise within her throat and clog her eyes with tears, and quickly diverted her attention inward to repair the damage. Displays of vagrant emotions turned every man into a mind-reader. Emotions are a tool a leader dare not share.
They were her weakness - and how she wished it wasn't so. But a leader could show no emotions. Not if her aim was victory - and peace.
There could be no words with Utsuho that could dissuade her. Satori would have to slay the silly animal.
But Satori could not fault Utsuho for the option she had chosen.

She did this in exchange not for her life, but for the fact of her existence - her very memories.

Satori had to kill her even so. The choice was between the life of thousands and... the continued existence of her friend.
One of the two had to come to an end.
One of the two!
One of them...

Either Utsuho or-

Satori was awoken by dancing lights that flashed through her mind's eye and tore her back to reality. The warning sirens of a thousand nuclear reactors blared through the many crevices of Old Hell.
Utsuho's nuclear cannon pointed straight at Satori's face, primed, glowing and ready to evaporate her.

Great Gods below. She caught me napping.

No peaceful retreat remained. The only matter of course that would get Satori out alive was to fight. To kill. She would win. An all out fight Utsuho could not but lose. If there remained any doubt on that point, why waste time on this pantomime?
But before Satori could rise from her throne and retaliate, her eyes beheld the weeping features of Utsuho's face. The girl's expression had shattered under the tears streaming down her cheek, mourning wail spilling from her lips, sound hidden deftly behind the roar of the bombs. Bemoaning this thing she had been forced to do. To break the last layer of Satori's defenses.
As Satori stared unto Utsuho's expression, a smile slowly crept across the funeral mask that was her face.

Emotions. My one weakness.

There was no time for words left.
But two last thoughts flashed through Satori's mind, nevertheless.

Thank you.

And I'm sorry.
__________________________________________
And thank you (and sorry both) to everyone who has read this entire story.
I had written this one about a year ago and created the thumbnail at about the same time - but then never really shared it anywhere. Shared it with a few friends and with my subscribers on Youtube, but other than that this story is basically unseen by human eyes.
As such, I would very much enjoy to hear opinions on the writing and how you enjoyed it. Personally, I had tears in my eyes when I first wrote that ending - which is rare (I lost my tear ducts in 'Nam).
Anyways, if you are still reading, I had been wanting to turn this story into an audiobook for quite a while.
However, my voice is horrible and also I am not an english native, so when I talk I have this hideous accent.
And I don't really think Satori needs a mad german scientist voice - or a male voice, at that.
So, if you liked this story and would be interested in trying to do an audiobook version of it, hit me up.
I don't care about the voice actors gender either (though I'll be honest, I would prefer a female, yet authoritative voice). Also, if you've listened to the Dune audiobooks, that is a bonus (since I want the style to be similiar).
It wouldn't be for free, of course, though I can't offer millions. Obviously. I am a writer, after all. Writers are always poor.
But I could probably scrounge up about $3.50. Perhaps even $3.72, if I look hard enough.
Sources for the picture:
Made in MMD:
Utsuho by 恋ćŖćæ
Satori by 3.3mm
Chireiden by éƖē¼¶359 (Sabakan359)
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2024.05.31 21:44 Natural_Ad8811 how I was scammed by the Universe Guru. My experience.

hi ladies. thank you so much for creating this thread. I've been debating writing this post for a long time but it's been on my heart and my mind for a while so I am going to share my experience with the Universe Guru. I think that after I share this, I can finally move on energetically instead of constantly checking this thread, and move forward with my life completely mina Iran free.

I found Mina's content at a very vulnerable time in my life.... and honestly now looking back it is obvious that she profits off women's vulnerability. when I saw this woman on the internet talking about how "it gets to be easy" and "100k months are easy" and what not and I was mesmerized. so I spent a while just watching her livestreams then I decided to buy the $222 drop the struggle course in like feb '22 when I had no job or no money, I literally had to take out a credit card to get it, which is ok to mina because she actually promotes that (which I am now realizing is all a marketing tactic for her followers to break the bank in order to purchase her subpar over priced courses).

Anyway so I got the end the struggle bundle and it was ok I guess. my life was still a struggle, but I guess now that I had Mina's 2 hour live streams to binge on as a distraction, I just ignored it.

maybe if I get millionairess then I will unlock the secret to making boku amounts of cash In my business like mina. I thought.

So next I got the millionaires course for $333 I think and was SEVERLY DISAPPOINTED. I thought to myself "maybe if I play it in the background of my life, as I am growing my own online business it will change things" and once again, no results came from her courses but at this point I was sucked in and following her teachings like gospel even though my intuition was telling me something was off, especially now that I started to get a bunch of courses when she was doing flash sales (once again using a credit card bc I was still on a warehouse wage and my business wasn't profitable at all at that time).

In her course content she would often
1) contradict herself
2) spend the whole time talking about her life instead of giving actual teachings
3) record a zoom call with a bunch of women who were clearly going through a hard time in life, asking her questions and her making it a module. which no shade or disrespect to the women, I just found it quite annoying how I paid all this money to be taught by Mina yet I am met with conversations from women who are seeking the same teachings as I am!
Things started to feel really icky for me but I just still followed her blindly because I was completely blinded by the "if you don't have results yet its because there is still a lot of inner work to do" marketing tactic.

I think I have about 10-12 of her courses, I don't exactly know because I haven't been on my course dashboard for months and I don't plan on ever logging back in. Ironically the only course I got value from was intoxicate, which was one of her lower priced offers at the affordable price of $333. but the biggest teaching in there is make your man feel like a hero, and honestly this information can be found in any relationship experts book. But anyway... my final straw was WIFED. I used pretty much the last bit of the life insurance I got from my dads passing (who ironically was trying to talk me out of going to the Dubai intensive before he died when I told him about it because he looked her up and said she was an obvious scammer) to buy the course.

sidenote: I think my dad - from the other side - protected me from going to Dubai (I live in America) because I was in such deep grief from my dads sudden death that I didn't have the time or energy to plan or pay for my accommodations and I didn't end up going (I emailed the team that I couldn't come, they ignored me then I sent another email and they finally responded giving me a 1111 credit for what I already paid for the course- I got CASH which was a Total waste of my time). but Im glad I didn't go to Dubai looking back, but anyway back to why I was done with her after buying wifed.

I didn't even get half way through the course when I realized that there is no value in this course. she basically just tells you that if you are age 20-29 you can get any man you want and get him the sign the dotted line and then after you're married "do whatever you want". Also around this time I started buying Amanda Frances courses and content and ALOT of Minas teachings (esp around money) are literally VERBATIM from Amanda's book or courses. like she even says some of the same things in the same tone or cadence as Amanda, yet has NEVER acknowledged her work that I know of. some of the things I noticed she copied were:
  1. Amandas "what's beneath the surface" journaling prompt
  2. energetic minimums and Maximums when it comes to receiving money
  3. "truth testing"
  4. the "I am no longer available for;;;" boundary setting things
I know mina copied off Amanda because Amanda states she doesn't follow any other coaches / gurus besides her coach at the time which was not Mina. it was all just weird and icky. and when Amanda does mention teachings that are not her own, she credits where she got them free. Mina NEVER does this. she acts like her teachings are all her own, which in itself is a red flag.

I got the wifed course during her sale in 2023 (for like $1800) and at the time of writing it is may 2024. I am not married lol. (turns out I actually don't care to be married right now- im 27 & childless and was tricked into thinking im doing it wrong because mina says you should be married and have babies before 30 - this is not even what I want. I do want marriage and kids just NOT NOW. Minas content centers around making marriage the holy grail- hence why I thought I desired it now when I really didn't!)

The way she markets the course on the sales page is totally different than the content in the course. I can't believe I bought a course on how to get wifed by a woman who obviously is unhappy in her marriage as she feels like she settled. She constantly talks about how she should have married the multi millionaire that her mom liked and how she wishes she did. I think she used her husband for his stability and to make babies with his "provider DNA" because she was so traumatized by the relationship with her ex husband. I found it really weird and disgusting how she would trash the father of her child in her courses over and over again like it was some sort of badge of honor. plus I know her oldest son works for her and it always made me wonder if her son would listen in to the courses and hear the horrible things she was saying about his dad.
Anyway, I stopped listening to her way before Chris was in the picture but she would still come up on my recommended and just the vibe of Chris I could tell that he will have something to do with the truth about her coming out. I am so happy that her dark and manipulative tactics that she uses to prey on women and their deepest desires (money and love) and capitalize off them without ACTUALLY helping them to attain their desires. its literally all smoke and mirrors. I saw her as a mother figure for a while and it wasn't until I really accepted the fact that my own birth mother is narcissistic that I realized that the reason why I latched on to mina was because her constant criticsm, "all about me", "my children/students are my world but only to the extent that they can benefit me", was familiar to me. which in itself is toxic. but as soon as I started to become aware of the affects having a narc mom has had on me was when I realized that Mina had become my toxic internet narcissistic mom who was making me feel even more shitty than better! I remember on one of her live streams when she was marketing divinely Soul'd and she was bragging about how easy it is to make money online and how "you have to try hard to not make money online" and that really hurt and offended me because I was not having the same ease with calling in sales and money that she was and I constantly felt like my business/ content was not good enough because I wasn't making money as easily has her even though I had done my "inner work".

Turns out that building a business that is based on VALUE and customer satisfaction takes time, energy and effort. of course making money online is easy when you are scamming women out of 1000s of dollars for your own personal gain.

In conclusion, here are the things that "thought leader" and "guru" Mina as taught me:
  1. how to spot an internet scammer
  2. how to spot a covert and communal narcissist
  3. how not to run a coaching business if you actually want to have a good reputation and long term recurring clients and customers
  4. how believing your own lies actually makes them true in your life , but makes you look very suspicious and psychopathic to others - like in the teaching someone posted on here about how she says everyone lies .... like who is everyone? I literally don't lie ever lol even when I am intentionally doing things to protect myself and my "DNA"

Here are some things that I have changed and shifted in my life since cutting her teachings out;
  1. I no longer glorify the "provider man" because literally any healthy man that loves you will provide all he can for you. it doesn't take a coach or a teacher or 1000 manipulation tactics- it will just come naturally
  2. I am happy to be single right now and focusing on me, and when the time is right I will attract a man that is right for me and I won't have to date 50 men on rotation to find him (rotational dating has never been my cup of tea)
  3. that I actually want to have a business that provides value and satisfaction to my customers and clients

this was a long one, but I already feel better after typing this out! I AM NOT AVAILABLE to be manipulated by narcissists for their personal gain anymore. I hope this post helps someone. if you are struggling financially, a student, or just starting out in your career, DO NOT spend 1000s on her courses, instead invest in ACTUAL education... as PROFESSIONAL CERTIFICATIONS on courser are only like $50 a month, and you can get some ACCREDITED UNIVERSITY degrees for less than her university bundle! and of course self help books are like $30 max.
And as someone who creates digital courses online that provide original information and actual value, do not discount all the amazing coaches and entrepreneurs out there who ACTUALLY CARE about their clients and customers, who actually have value to give. Don't let one rotten apple rot the whole tree.

I hope this helps someone!

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2024.05.31 21:05 winterishere314 Reached top 50 šŸš€šŸš€šŸ†šŸ†

Reached top 50 šŸš€šŸš€šŸ†šŸ†
Getting a little closer šŸ†
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2024.05.31 20:51 DissedFunction Who gets to put the SPTV logo on their YT streams?

I've noticed on some streams there is the SPTV logo in the corner. Like LaraFM on YouTube or Tory Magoo. Some LA protestors don't have the logo. The ones that do do they have to have permission to use the logo or do they have to be members of the SPTV group?
And does the SPTV content creator group (like ASL or the Life a/f the cult lady) decide which protestors to promote on their YouTube channels in a coordinated fashion?
Trying to understand how the promotions work.
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2024.05.31 20:35 TheMinus My first step

Ladies and gentlemen, I've finally done it! I've written my first program in C, something similar to the Unix "cat" utility. Before this, it was just a couple of simple algorithms in college, years ago. Now the program is only 50 lines long, but it introduced me to so many new concepts: pointers, error handling, streams, and standards. Jesus, standard C doesn't know about directories! Maybe I will be ashamed of this post later, but right now, I'm really proud of myself. I plan to implement more Unix utilities in the future.
For some reason, I decided to learn C programming as my latest hobby. It can be difficult to find time in my routine, but I managed to complete "Modern C" by Jens Gustedt, skipping all the exercises, though. I didn't want to make the reading take forever. I wanted to experience programming at its best.
Review my code, please:
/* Get file name through argument and print its content to stdout. If multiple arguments provided, multiple files concatenated. */ #include  #include  #include  #include  #include  int print_file(char fname[]) { FILE *fp = fopen(fname, "r"); if (!fp) { perror(fname); return errno; } enum {BUF_SIZE = 1024}; char buffer[BUF_SIZE]; size_t read = 0; int err = 0; while (!feof(fp)) { read = fread(buffer, sizeof(char), BUF_SIZE, fp); for (size_t i = 0; i < read; ++i) { err = fputc(buffer[i], stdout); if (err) { continue; } } } if (ferror(fp)) { perror(fname); } if (fclose(fp)) { perror(fname); } return 0; } int main(int argc, char *argv[]) { if (argc < 2) { return 0; } int err; struct stat fstat = {0}; for (int i = 1; i < argc; ++i) { char *fname = argv[i]; stat(fname, &fstat); if (!S_ISREG(fstat.st_mode)) { fprintf(stderr, "Not a file: %s\n", fname); continue; } err = print_file(fname); if (err) { return err; } } return EXIT_SUCCESS; } 
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2024.05.31 19:27 PorridgeCranium2 Top mind knows why Furiosa didn't do well its first week: strong women and leftist propaganda. "[White males] have spoken... this audience does not want to watch an angry woman blowing shit up, they probably have that already in their personal lives."

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2024.05.31 19:04 OggdoBogdos what do my top artists say about me after having spotify for 6 months

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2024.05.31 17:48 dpj2001 Boomer forces a pickup truck through a group of school kids

Boomer forces a pickup truck through a group of school kids
Normally Iā€™d wait a few days before posting about my coworkers again but this just happened and Iā€™m still in a bit of shock.
National Park Service, this is a semi active naval yard with museums weā€™re contracted to take care of. Open to the public of course minus non authorized vehicles. We drive ram pickup trucks to get around.
On the left of the picture between that dumpster and big building is a restricted naval area where we were finishing up some stuff. Between there is where we pulled back out to the main yard where visitors and tourists are. I was the passenger, she was driving. Big school groups are nothing new. We get them all the time especially this time of year. All we do is wait for them to finish streaming along, or sometimes their chaperones will see us and make the group split in two so we can get through. Itā€™s not problematic for us in the slightest. Not this time it seems! She drove toward the group you see in the picture and just kept letting the truck coast slowly toward them without her foot on the break. At first I thought she was just being an ass and getting really close before stopping, but she just kept going. She started bitching about them needing to get off their phones (none that I could see had their phones out) until finally the kids started smooshing to either side mere inches away from the side mirrors. The whole time I was telling her to stop and wait but I guess from her silence I went unheard. Again, no breaks were applied the entire time. She leaned out the window and suddenly put her sweet old lady voice on and said, ā€œthank you,ā€ to the kids and chaperones now gawking at us.
So, what was Boomer in a hurry to do? To pull up to the on site barracks where she lives and drop off a bottle of water (during work hours). I took this pic while waiting on her.
Usually I donā€™t bother reporting Boomerisms regardless of how bad they are because the feds donā€™t even take any kind of EEO complaints seriously, what are they going to do about a cranky old person? However, this Iā€™m informing my supervisor about. At the very least to cover my own ass in case a visitor complaint is made since I was there.
I guess if anyone reading was there or knows someone who was there - sorry on behalf of NPS!
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2024.05.31 16:01 adartagnan [The True Confessions of a Nine-Tailed Fox] - Chapter 147 - The Kitchen God Finally Gets His Festival

[The True Confessions of a Nine-Tailed Fox] - Chapter 147 - The Kitchen God Finally Gets His Festival
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Blurb: After Piri the nine-tailed fox follows an order from Heaven to destroy a dynasty, she finds herself on trial in Heaven for that very act. Executed by the gods for the ā€œcrime,ā€ she is cast into the cycle of reincarnation, starting at the very bottom ā€“ as a worm. While she slowly accumulates positive karma and earns reincarnation as higher life forms, she also has to navigate inflexible clerks, bureaucratic corruption, and the whims of the gods themselves. Will Piri ever reincarnate as a fox again? And once she does, will she be content to stay one?
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Chapter 147: The Kitchen God Finally Gets His Festival

ā€œPull left! Pull left! Heā€™s telling us to go left!ā€ bellowed one of the bears on the left side of the palanquin that held the Kitchen Godā€™s image.
The bears on that side yanked on their carrying pole, making the palanquin tip precariously. Its silk hangings, beaded and embroidered by Lodia, flapped like war banners.
ā€œNo, he wants us to go right!ā€ a bear on the right side of the palanquin yelled back. ā€œHe tugged on the pole! I felt it!ā€
ā€œI felt a stronger tug to the left!ā€
ā€œLeft! Left! Left!ā€ chanted the crowd of Goldhill residents on the left side of the palanquin.
ā€œRight! Right! Right!ā€ shouted the residents on the right.
To laughter and whoops and applause, the bears tussled furiously. I had most definitely not told them to do that, but the Goldhill residents were having so much fun that I decided not to stop them.
Eventually, the bears on the left won out, and the palanquin zigzagged on its merry path down the street.
Good thing they tied down the image, Stripey observed. The two of us were flying after the palanquin, supervising its progress from the air.
Good thing the South Sericans remember how to make paper, was my response.
This procession wouldnā€™t have been nearly as festive without the firecrackers. Worshippers lit them and hurled them into the Kitchen Godā€™s path, carpeting the ground with shredded red paper. The dragon and lion dancers bounded through the smoke, their colors flashing.
I spotted a man who was heating a plow over an open fire. He swiped the fuses of a handful of firecrackers across the hot metal and flung them into the street. Idiot. If he blew off his own hands, I was not going to be responsible.
Except I probably was.
Note to self: Next year, make sure the healers are on alert.
What are those people doing?! Stripeyā€™s alarm yanked me out of thoughts of next yearā€™s karma-earning festival.
Down in the street, an elderly human couple hobbled right in front of the palanquin and slowly got down on their hands and knees, prostrating themselves. I could see the bearsā€™ consternation: Were they supposed to detour around the couple? If so, in which direction?
One of the bears shouted, ā€œHeā€™s not pulling in either direction! He wants us to go straight!ā€
Straight? As in, right over the old man and woman? I could have pecked his eyes out!
ā€œYes!ā€ agreed the crowd. ā€œStraight! Straight!ā€
I couldnā€™t peck all of their eyes out, and yetā€¦.
The bears stepped outward to open up more space under the palanquin. Then they marched forward again, carrying the image over the couple. Once they had passed, onlookers helped the old humans to their feet. Tears streamed down their cheeks, and the old woman sobbed, ā€œI felt his divine presence. He is here. He is watching over us.ā€
ā€œThey were blessed by the Kitchen God!ā€ rose the shout, and the crowd swarmed the couple to pepper them with questions about how it had felt to be blessed by the god.
One, then two, then a dozen people chased after the palanquin, darted in front of it, and flung themselves to the ground one after another. The bearsā€™ shoulders rippled with shrugs, and they carried the palanquin over those people too.
Are they trying to get trampled into meat paste? I complained.
I think they just donā€™t care, Stripey answered.
Okay, next year I was definitely putting all the healers in the city on high alert.
As we watched, more people joined the end of the prostration line. Forget letting the Kitchen God (or rather, the bears) determine the path of the palanquin! That line of worshippers was going to do it for him.
In the market district, all the shops had thrown wide their doors and decorated their storefronts with red streamers. Strings of red lanterns crisscrossed the streets, tied to the second stories of buildings. Stripey and I had to choose between flying under them and getting hit by a stray firecracker, or over them. We opted to fly over them, even if they obstructed our view of the palanquin. It wasnā€™t as if I were directing the show anymore anyway ā€“ the procession had taken on a life all of its own.
At least it was festive.
///
From an upstairs window, Lodia watched the procession approach the Temple, marveling at how sharp and clear the scene was. Even at such a distance, facial features stayed distinct. She could trace the outlines of the individual scales on the dragon dancersā€™ costume. She could even make out the flowers and butterflies that sheā€™d embroidered onto the bear spiritsā€™ vests! The spectacles that Mage Floridiana had given her were truly wondrous.
Although she wished that Katu were here to share the moment, he was busy downstairs, preparing to welcome the image home. She wasnā€™t alone, though, because Bobo, Mage Floridiana, and Dusty were squeezed in next to her at the window. Miss Caprina had chosen to use her amazing serow climbing skills to watch from the roof instead, and most of the priests would have joined her there if Lodia hadnā€™t pointed out that it would damage the dignified image they were projecting.
They were still arguing with her over it.
ā€œWonā€™t it project the image that the priests of the Kitchen God are close to the common folk?ā€ pointed out the crankiest priest. ā€œWe come from the people, so we should act like them.ā€
Mage Floridiana would have been a lot better at refuting the priestsā€™ arguments, but her attention was riveted on the dragon dancers. She was criticizing their technique under her breath.
Lodia wrenched her attention away from the procession and groped for a solid argument. What would Katu say? ā€œUm, but youā€™ve been touched by the divine light of the Kitchen God, so that sets you above the common folk. So you should act like it.ā€
Elbows planted on the windowsill and chin propped on her hands, one of the child priests grumbled, ā€œThat looks fun. I wanna be down there too.ā€
ā€œCareful. Youā€™re going to rip the silk,ā€ Lodia warned. She gently tried to correct the girlā€™s posture.
The child priest paid her no attention whatsoever.
ā€œBack straight!ā€ snapped Mage Floridiana. ā€œThat slouch is unacceptable. And stop waving! Itā€™s undignified!ā€
ā€œThey have food!ā€ shouted the other child priest, sounding outraged beyond measure. ā€œTheyā€™re eating!ā€
Lodia sighed.
Pressed up against the next window, the Fox Queen clapped her hands. ā€œThis is amazing! All those firecrackers! Iā€™ve never seen so many firecrackers in one place in my life! Truly, Lady Piriā€™s representative works marvels!ā€
Pip had invited the only-recently-demonic leaders to stay in the Temple until she found permanent homes for them ā€“ for very good reasons, Lodia was sure, but did they have to be so terrifying? So loud? Their gestures were oversized. They swaggered when they could have walked. They shouted when a whisper would have done. Simply being in the same room as them set her nerves on edge, because she couldnā€™t predict what any of them would do next. They were just so different from the people sheā€™d grown up with in Lychee Grove.
This isnā€™t Lychee Grove, silly, she chided herself. This is the capital.
Of course you got a greater variety of people in the capital. These ex-demons were just one more group that had moved in, and they would get absorbed into the culture of the city, adding their own customs to the mix and ultimately enriching the whole.
Below, the dragon undulated closer, gleaming in the sunlight. At the sight, the peacock ex-demon spread his tail and unleashed a screech that nearly blasted off the window lattice.
Lodia jumped and let out a little shriek of her own, but Mage Floridiana glared at him. ā€œIf you damage the Temple, you will answer to Lady Piriā€™s representative.ā€
The peacock shook his tail and glared right back until the Fox Queen swatted him with a long, trailing sleeve. Her clothing, at least, was familiar to Lodia. Even if the silk were coarser and the dyes less brilliant, the cut of the gown was very similar to what South Serican noblewomen favored. Lodia felt instinctively comforted every time she saw the Fox Queen, even though her grandmother and father would have reprimanded her for judging people by their clothing.
Rightly so, too.
Lodia did her best to think good, fair things about the peacock. Heā€™d led his clan all the way from the Jade Mountain Wilds, which meant that he was tenacious and a good leader. Heā€™d sworn off eating human flesh too, which Pip had said was a great sacrifice for demons, so he was willing to adapt and compromise with humans, or at least didnā€™t see them only as food ā€“
A big, wet nose shoved into the side of Lodiaā€™s neck. She shrieked and jumped even harder this time, tripping over her own hem. She would have gone sprawling if a bright green coil hadnā€™t braced her.
The big wolf ex-demon, Steelfang, threw back his head and howled ā€“ literally howled ā€“ with laughter. ā€œA mouse! A mouse! What a timid little mouse!ā€
ā€œSsstop being mean to her!ā€ hissed Bobo. ā€œDo you think itā€™s funny to bully young humans?ā€
Steelfangā€™s amber eyes went huge. ā€œBullying? Itā€™s just a bit of fun!ā€ He poked Lodia in the arm with his nose, more gently this time, but still leaving a wet mark on the silk that would be hard to remove. ā€œEh, human girl? Just a bit of fun on a festival day!ā€
ā€œMmm, yes,ā€ she mumbled, stepping away from his nose, which was extremely close to his sharp, steel teeth. ā€œJust a bit of fun.ā€
Boboā€™s tongue flicked out, and she seemed to be about to scold the wolf some more, but at that moment, the first of the worshippers raced into the courtyard, hurling firecrackers in a path all the way to the front steps.
ā€œOh, those idiots better not burn down the Temple!ā€ snapped Mage Floridiana. ā€œPriests! Itā€™s time.ā€ Gathering up her robes, she bustled out of the room with the priests on her heels.
ā€œCome, friends! Itā€™s time to party!ā€ cried the Fox Queen.
She swept after the mage, and the rest of the ex-demons and Dusty charged after her in a whirl of fur and feathers.
Bobo started to slither out of the room too, but she stopped when she realized Lodia wasnā€™t following. ā€œArenā€™tcha coming?ā€
ā€œIā€™ll come downstairs in a bit,ā€ Lodia promised. ā€œI just need toā€¦.ā€ She waved vaguely, but Bobo understood.
ā€œSssee you later! Come down before they eat all the good food!ā€
And then the snake was gone, and the room was blessedly silent. Lodia sighed with relief. She touched the wire frame of her spectacles, resettled them on her nose, and gazed out at the clean, crisp lines of the rooftops in the distance.
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The procession poured into the Temple courtyard, littering the ground with crimson shreds of paper. At the top of the steps stood Katu, the butterfly spirits flitting about his head and shoulders in a riot of colors.
ā€œWelcome, friends!ā€ he shouted. He raised his arms Heavenward, and the butterflies flew up, exaggerating the motion. ā€œThe Divine Intercessor has blessed the city of Goldhill! Let us now welcome him home to his own Temple!ā€
As the bears carried the palanquin up the steps, the crowd tried to surge after it, but Floridiana, Dusty, Camphorus Unus, and the priests held them back. ā€œThe installation of the godā€™s image is a sacred moment,ā€ they explained. ā€œYou will have a chance to see him and present offerings to him shortly.ā€
That restraint had been my idea ā€“ mostly because I worried that letting a crowd like that into the Temple would result in too much property damage. Better to funnel the worshippers inside, in a trickle and in a more sober, contemplative mood.
Stripey and I flew after the palanquin, following it into the main hall. There, the bears stopped, and Katu untied the silk cords that secured the image. Holding it in both hands, he reverently circled the offering table, stepped up to the altar, and set the image back in its place.
I hovered a little ways back, supervising. Itā€™s off center. A little to the left. No, your left, not its left. Now turn it a little ā€“ yes, thatā€™s good. Perfect. Leave it.
Katu took his time arranging the drape of the imageā€™s robes before he finally stepped back. He dropped to his knees before the image. The bears all followed suit, even though there was no audience here.
Well, I supposed the Kitchen God might be watching. Was probably watching. Stripey and I landed on the floor and bowed.
Finally, Katu stood, giving us permission to rise as well. ā€œLet us spread the glad tidings to all, that the Divine Intercessor has returned to his Temple!ā€
I very heroically suppressed an eye roll.
The plan was to announce the news to the crowd so they could file into the Temple to make their offerings ā€“ but when we returned to front door, I discovered that someone had thrown a raccoon dog into the spokes.
Namely, Anthea.
She posed at the top of the steps, in Katuā€™s spot. Behind her was a cringing Lodia.
Even as I watched, Anthea wrapped her fingers around Lodiaā€™s wrist and pulled the girl forward. The crowd roared its approval.
What is going on here? I hissed.
Before anyone could answer, Anthea proclaimed, ā€œBehold! The Matriarch of the Temple to the Kitchen God!ā€
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2024.05.31 15:42 Truthisgold333 ā€˜Furiosaā€™ Set to Be the Box Officeā€™s Lowest No. 1 Memorial Day Film in 29 Years

https://www.thewrap.com/furiosa-memorial-day-box-office-low/
Theres a lot of posts on entertainment about this failure (despite positive critical and audience reviews) and they're struggling to figure this out because they're mostly leftists and it doesn't fit the soviet narrative. It's home entertainment, it's quick to streaming, theaters are expensive etc garbage watch me bend myself into a pretzel excuses.
Who is the driver of action films in the US? Males. Specifically?white males. They have spoken. Unless you want to do this on purpose for tax write off purposes, stop hurting your bottom line and studios, this audience does not want to watch an angry woman (white or otherwise) blowing shit up, they probably have that already in their personal lives, Dark Phoenix? No thanks, I got one of those at home. Its not exactly like chicks in bikinis firing machine guns like Samuel L Jackson and Robert DeNiro enjoyed in Jackie Brown. You don't have to travel far in time in either direction to see how these excuses about streaming etc are garbage, Dune 2 did fine, deadpool/wolverine, the Batman 2, Joker 2, Gladiator 2 will be fine. Fury Road was fine... Because Tom Hardy was the headliner. Who is the chick in this prequel movie? She's definitely hot, she was in a successful movie called split, headlined by Professor Xavier. She was in a really good horror movie called the witch, she was great in that, and yet I do not know her name, and guess what? If either one of those movies (split or the witch) were made today, she'd probably be replaced by Zendaya by the studios.
Captain America Brave New World might (?) be fine, we'll see, cool social experiment. The studios must know this to some extent, despite the soviet woke virus, thats why spider man is still a skinny white guy but everyone else around him represent all the food groups of humanity, all the boxes checked off, keep everybody happy. Just go look at Tom Hollands surrounding cast and compare it to Toby Maguires surrounding cast. White women are disappearing in Hollywood because they are replaceable, the only roles they seem to be getting are the leads to these action failures (wonder woman, black widow, captain marvel were flukes, Barbie wasn't). Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Leonardo Dicaprio, Ryan Reynolds, Ryan Gosling, Tom Hardy, Timothy Chalamet and Tom Holland have plenty of job security. Its just about what people have interests in and want to see, its natural gravitation, Hollywood is swimming against the tide, art is definitely not imitating life anymore, it's dictating it. If you watch the Walking Dead the zombies are more realistic and plausible than the number of female leaders of human communities, reality is more brutal and possibly even boring, see ISIS sale of sex slaves or the movie "the road" to get an idea of what happens to women during Armageddon. We haven't even had a female president yet in the US for crying out loud šŸ¤¦ā€ā™‚ļø, except for in lala land. Yet slowly every savior, ass kicker or competent in every movie and show has a vagina between their legs. Look what they did to the last season of true detective or the GOT prequel... it sucks, because they completely missed what made the original show good, for one thing, the guy who wrote the originals is probably not very involved (or at all), probably replaced by the leftist white lady who was in charge of bud light marketing and it shows, because it sucks, and Iā€™m posting that without even fact checking it, I'd bet on it. Rant over.
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2024.05.31 13:33 Jhonjournalist Awareness and Harmful Influences About Tobacco on World No Tobacco Day

Awareness and Harmful Influences About Tobacco on World No Tobacco Day
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  • As indicated by 2022 information, around the world, no less than 37 million youngsters aged 13ā€“15 years utilize some type of tobacco.
  • In the WHO European District, 11.5% of young men and 10.1% of young ladies aged 13ā€“15 years are tobacco clients (4 million).
  • Items, for example, electronic cigarettes and nicotine pockets are acquiring prominence among youth.
This year, indeed, WHO and general well-being champions from across the globe will meet up to bring issues to light about the hurtful impacts of the tobacco business on youth.
This subject of WNTD 2024 is centered around supporting a finish to the focus of youth with destructive tobacco items. This talk gives a stage to youngsters, strategy creators, and tobacco control advocates internationally to examine the issue and ask states to take on strategies that safeguard youngsters from the manipulative acts of tobacco and related businesses.

Awareness About Tobacco on World No Tobacco Day

Even though cigarette smoking has diminished over the years because of marvelous endeavors by the tobacco control local area, more should be finished to defend these weak gatherings.
To continue to make billions of dollars in income, the tobacco business necessities to supplant the large numbers of clients who bite the dust and the people who quit tobacco consistently.
To accomplish this objective, it attempts to establish a climate that advances the take-up of its items in the future, including careless guidelines to guarantee its items are accessible and reasonable. The business likewise creates items and promotes strategies that allure youngsters and teenagers, contacting them through virtual entertainment and streaming stages.
It is assessed that 12.5% of young people in the European District involved e-cigarettes in 2022 contrasted with 2% of grown-ups. In certain nations of the District, the paces of e-cigarette use among younger students are 2ā€“3 times higher than the paces of cigarette smoking.
The business wilfully offers a destructive reliance to youngsters, in this manner, WNTD 2024 approaches the legislatures and tobacco control local area to safeguard current and people in the future and to expect the tobacco business to take responsibility for the damage it causes.
Learn More:https://worldmagzine.com/health-and-medical/awareness-and-harmful-influences-about-tobacco-on-world-no-tobacco-day/

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2024.05.31 13:15 capthyeong Dreaming of a Freaking Fairy Tale [Episodes 1 & 2]

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2024.05.31 11:06 DoctorEnn The Eraser (some lore)

The GCPD donā€™t make jokes about him anymore.
They used to. Back when they thought they knew the rules. Familiarity breeds contempt, after all. Theyā€™d let the freak handle the other freaks, even if he didnā€™t go all the way like he should have, but the Blue Wall was too big even for him. Heā€™d know his place or get crushed.
So yeah, there were jokes. And some of the braver cops even made those jokes when in earshot.
(Never face-to-face, though. Funny that. Not a single cop was brave enough to make those jokes with him standing right in front of them.)
But not anymore.
Thank Lenny Flasco. CSI tech, out of the 65th. A real entrepreneur, Lenny. Had a sideline in selling evidence from high-profile crime scenes. Quickly figured out how to make bigger profits. Made it known that, for a generous fee, heā€™d make sure you never got caught. Itā€™s easy for fingerprints to get smudged, after all, or evidence to be contaminated. Had a good thing going for a while there.
Thing is, Lenny fancied himself an artist. Was aiming for the big time. And, well, you need a gimmick in this town to get noticed. And heā€™s kind of an asshole, is Lenny, and one day he happened to get the term ā€˜pencil-dickā€™ thrown his way, and a synapse fired.
And the Eraser was born.
To be honest, even in Gotham the helmet got him some odd looks. But he was too damn good at what he did for people to make a big deal. Guy practically was a human eraser anyway. Robberies, rapes, murders, whatever you did, he could make it disappear. Make it like you were never there. It was almost like rewriting reality. And no one even noticed.
Well, almost no one. A lack of evidence can be its own type of evidence, after all.
But he couldnā€™t do anything. No evidence chain to follow. And besides, the Eraser knew the nature of the Blue Wall. The wealth was spread generously. Too many cops benefitted for the game to stop, and even among the ones that didnā€™t there was the joy of rubbing in exactly who was in charge in this town. And if a few victims went without justice and a few lives got ruined, well, shit, que sera, you know? Their fault for not being able to buy justice in Gotham. Just the way the game is played. Suck it up.
So, life was sweet for the Eraser. The mobs were eager to pay, as were the wealthier perps. Plenty of uniforms and detectives and ADAs willing to spread the word for a cut. Things got so good that for a while there he practically ran CSI. You wanted a conviction, you had to run it by the Eraser first, make sure he hadnā€™t set up an arrangement.
Yep, for a while there, things were pretty sweet.
Then Trent Davenport happened.
Trust fund asshole, heir to the Davenport millions. Streamer and social media influencer, which just meant idiots gave him money he didnā€™t need to be a too-online rich asshole with some barely coherent far-right views. But one night, after some media event, Trent got coked up with a thousand-dollar-an-hour call-girl and took her on a joyride around the Adams Expressway in his Mercedes. Got into a fender bender with a family sedan and went off on the occupants. Lifelong Gothamites, but with enough visible Puerto Rican and Guatemalan ancestry to set Trent off. The resulting racist tantrum, recorded by security cameras, both dashboard cams, and at least 100 onlookers, would have ordinarily have just prompted a tearfully insincere apology on social media the next dayā€¦ except Trent pulled out a ridiculously large gold-plated handgun and filled the sedan ā€“ and family ā€“ with bullets. Only the youngest, Celia, survived.
Frankly, Trentā€™s brief career as a criminal didnā€™t cover him with glory. He barely made it to the city limits before he caught up, and it wasnā€™t even an especially difficult collar; Trent basically pissed himself at the first glimpse of a cape. And there was so much evidence that he wasnā€™t even really needed. Hundreds of witnesses, video footage, a custom handgun, a custom car with custom platesā€¦ even the GCPD couldnā€™t screw this one up.
But Daddy Davenport didnā€™t like the idea of his son and heir, useless waste of DNA he might be, bringing that kind of shame on the family name. Certainly not just over a car full of brown people. So, when a cop sidled up to him and suggested a solution, he listened.
And the Eraser went to work.
In a twisted way, it was genius. A work of art. All that evidence somehow evaporated. Even the call-girl whoā€™d been next to Trent all the time was somehow seen at the other side of the city when it happened. It was like someone had managed to hack reality. When it came to trial, the thing had been cleaned up so efficiently that the judge ā€“ one of the most honest in Gotham, no less ā€“ had no option to throw the whole thing out with prejudice.
It didnā€™t matter how much the little people in the courtroom exploded. Trent Davenport swaggered out, made a smarmy comment to the press hoping the ā€œreal culpritā€ would be found, implied he was gonna sue the little girl and her surviving family for damages, and hopped into a substitute for masculinity to prepare for his celebration party. That night, at one of Gothamā€™s most elite club. Only the most beautiful and the most elite would be there. Entry cost, your soul, but a price too many were willing to pay if it meant a night they wouldnā€™t forget.
And so, Gotham sank a little further into the muck. Felt a little rottener and more hopeless. When even Plastic Man couldnā€™t crack any jokes on TV that night, you know something had broke.
The GCPD were worried. Incredibly ā€“ and somewhat ironically, given how things turned out ā€“ they were as shocked by what happened as everyone else. They actually hadnā€™t approved this fix. They might be many things, most of them rotten, but they werenā€™t stupid. They knew how Trent Davenport strutting away from getting caught murdering three people practically red-handed would look. They knew they were only hanging on to whatever public support they had by a thread. They knew fucking over an orphaned six-year-old in public was the last thing they needed. They knew the city only needed a spark to explode. And some of them even had consciences. Trent Davenport was too rich to get the whole book thrown at him, but he needed to hit with a few pages at least.
No, this one was all the Eraser. Heā€™d gone off the reservation. Because Lenny had been getting greedy, Lenny had been getting cocky, and worse of all, Lenny had been getting bored. The usual heists, drug deals gone wrong and accidentally dead hookers were beginning to bore him. He wanted a real challenge. And part of him wanted to show everyone who was really in charge of this town. Who really decided who was guilty and innocent, what was true and lie, reality and fantasy.
So, the GCPD got out the riot suits and tanks, ready to crack a few headsā€¦ but the streets were weirdly quiet. Thereā€™d been the usual pleas for calm, but it didnā€™t feel like people were listening. No, it felt like people were mostlyā€¦ bunkering down. That there was some weird collective, animalistic instinct spreading through the people of Gotham, telling them there was a storm coming and that no one wanted to be on the streets when it hit.
Oh, how right they were.
Because there was another victim of crime in Gotham City. A victim who looked at a little girl with a void in her life sheā€™d have to live with forever and saw himself. A victim who had felt that powerlessness and despair and hopelessness only too keenly.
A victim who had made a Vow.
A victim who went to work.
Trent Davenport really enjoyed his celebration party. Especially enjoyed the feeling that he really was untouchable. Looked forward to proving it with a few hot bitches who caught his eye. They wouldnā€™t say no. Even if they wanted to. Because he could do whatever he wanted to whoever he wanted.
Yeah, Trent really enjoyed himself that night.
For about forty-seven minutes. Until the gate crasher arrived, and the storm began.
The beautiful elite of Gotham certainly got an experience they wouldnā€™t forget that night. Not the one promised, however. They spent it cowering in the blacked-out ruins of an elite rooftop nightclub, the power dead, the exits blocked, the only source of light a ragged hole in the ceiling. The only sound the screams of an influencer, snatched from the floor under cover of darkness, as he whined and shrieked that he didnā€™t know who fixed his trial, that it was Daddy who cleaned up his mess like always, that he was sorry and would never do it again, oh God, heā€™s sorry, please stop, heā€™s so so sorryā€¦
They never did figure out how the sound system still functioned despite all the damage to the electronics.
(Incidentally, you donā€™t see Trent online much these days. He shies away from the spotlight. Not just vanity, though the surgeries have mostly restored his former looks. Or the legal troubles, though he no longer has the income streams he once had. He just doesnā€™t really have the time for content creation these days. Or politics. Or partying, or fast cars, or girls, or skiing, or anything, really, outside of relearning to walk. Turns out, Trent couldnā€™t do anything he wanted. Flying, for example, remained beyond him. As he made abundantly clear.)
Then it was Roland Davenportā€™s turn. He faired comparatively better to his son. But as one of the wealthy and powerful of Gotham City, he wasnā€™t used to inconvenience. Or pain. Which meant it only took a broken nose, a few good punches, and about thirty seconds dangled off a penthouse balcony for him to begin screaming about a detective, possibly called Kline or Keane or something else beginning with ā€˜Kā€™, who offered to put him in touch with someone who could make his sonā€™s latest screw-up disappear. But he never met this ā€˜Eraserā€™ directly, it was all handled by intermediariesā€¦
And thatā€™s the problem with Gotham: there are so many intermediaries.
So he decided to go through all of them.
The GCPD was so preoccupied with the possibility of riots that it took Dispatch a while to realise certain officers were beginning to go AWOL. Just completely dark, no communication at all. But it somehow took them longer than it should have to realise the connection: from the first beat cops on the scene to the precinct captain, all the missing officers had at some point worked the Davenport case.
And then those same officers began showing up in emergency rooms. Or walking into precinct houses or churches desperately begging to confess their sins. Or, in one notable case, were found in their patrol car as it was dangling off the Azzarello Bridge by a cable. They found Detective Andrew Kendall at the altar of St Jeromeā€™s naked from the waist up, on his knees, arms wrapped around the parish priest and sobbing, desperately begging for someone to absolve his sins because heā€™d had a taste of Hell and didnā€™t want any moreā€¦
And then more began to join them. Itā€™s still one of the worst nights in GCPD history for 10-13 callouts. There werenā€™t enough cops to cover all the cops who were suddenly screaming into whatever device was closest to them that they were under attack, they needed immediate assistance, oh God, they think itā€™s theā€”
Cops from all over the city. Cops guilty of any number of sins. But who all, some bright spark eventually realised, had one particular sin in common.
And then the entire 65th Precinct went offline.
Word is, every single SWAT officer present refused to even enter the building. Five tactical units, twenty men a piece, and every one of them said no way. Apparently, not even one of them wanted to risk being caught alone in the dark. Thereā€™s a photo of Commissioner Loeb literally stamping his foot and screaming at a guy like a toddler which somehow managed to slip through the media blackout and blew up on social media. Apparently his now-customary death orders didnā€™t carry the same weight they once did.
They eventually did storm the buildingā€¦ when the lights went back on. The place was a war zone. Cops sprawled everywhere. No fatalities, but plenty wishing they were. The lucky ones were just unconscious. A few of them ā€“ the clean ones ā€“ were unharmed, but this was the 65th, so there werenā€™t many of them. Non-badged criminals were all sitting in the cells, quiet as kittens, not making trouble. Not wanting to attract any attention. The precinctā€™s forensics team were found huddled together in the remains of their office, cowering and whimpering, but for the most part physically unharmed. They werenā€™t much help, though. The most lucid one just kept sobbing ā€œIā€™m sorryā€ over and over.
The most useful comment came from a witness whoā€™d been processed for possession when the storm hit. He just looked the interviewing officer right in the eye, and said ā€œHeā€™s out for blood tonight, bro.ā€
Lenny Flasco was nowhere to be found.
Oh yes, the Eraser had seen it coming. And heā€™d made plans, because he was smart, and cunning, and a slippery little asshole when all was said and done. Oh yes, Lenny was well away from the 65th by the time the storm showed up, and he was planning on being even further by the time the evening was through. Somewhere nice and sunny and sandy. He had plenty of money to enjoy it now, after all.
But you know what they say about plans and the enemy.
Because, like all plans, the Eraserā€™s hinged on other people helping him out. And by that point, those other people had also realised the nature of the storm passing through Gotham. And who was the focus of it.
Connections suddenly started drying up. Phones werenā€™t being answered. When they were, people were pretending not to know who was calling. Finally, someone had to spell it out: the Eraser was marked, radioactive, and no one with two brain cells to rub together wanted to be between him and him. Even Two-Face didnā€™t need to flip the coin to make that decision. The Eraser was persona non grata. Heā€™d been cut loose. Erased.
You might feel a small stab of pity for the Eraser at this point: heā€™d made millions on his fixes, but none of it would even buy him a cup of coffee in this town. Word is, last anyone saw of him when he could still stand under his power, he was desperately trying to force a bag full of thousand-dollar bills into the hands of a sketchy car dealer who was equally desperately trying to pretend he wasnā€™t even there over some shitbox. He was still wearing that helmet.
No one else knows if the Eraser managed to get the car or not. But they do know he didnā€™t get somewhere sunny and sandy. Unlike Trent, he didnā€™t even get to the city limits before the storm finally hit him.
Next time anyone saw the Eraser, he was lying in a mangled and whimpering heap on the floor of Commissioner Loebā€™s office, tangled in black fabric. Heā€™d been thrown through the window. Forty-nine floors up. With him was a recorded confession, detailing every crime heā€™d covered up. No oneā€™s been willing to listen to it more than once. And even with that, a week later, when he woke up in the hospital, the only thing heā€™d say was ā€œI confess.ā€ His physical injuries healed surprisingly quickly, but his brand-new stammer doesnā€™t seem to be going anywhere fast. Or his night terrors. To this day, no oneā€™s managed to figure out exactly what he did to the Eraser.
They know what he did with that stupid helmet, though; itā€™s still impaled on the tip of Lady Justiceā€™s sword. No oneā€™s been able to figure out how to get it down.
Or if they should.
A lot of cops left after that mess. Not enough to really change things, but enough to make people notice. Some of them ā€“ not enough, but some ā€“ left facing criminal charges. More just quietly took early retirement. Trauma, they said. They couldnā€™t handle the pressure anymore. What specific pressure they couldnā€™t handle went unsaid, but everyone knew. For months after, there were stories of cops having panic attacks just after being assigned the night shift. Some were physically invalided out. No one likes to think about them. (Thereā€™s a significant overlap between these ones and ones facing charges.)
And the ones who stayed, clean or dirty, even they couldnā€™t help but notice a gradual change in the GCPD. The rot didnā€™t disappear ā€“ it was too deeply embedded, for that ā€“ but it wasnā€™t like before, when the times were good, the money was flowing like wine and you could laugh at the jokes about the freak. Now, someone offers you a kickback, someone offers to make it worth your while to look the other way or fix a problem, someone even makes a joke about bats, every time you feel a sudden cold chill, and you canā€™t help but think: that he might be watching. That he might somehow know. That the only reason youā€™re even still here might just be because he allows it. That he doesnā€™t kill only because there are worse things than death, and he can summon them. And that some night, when youā€™re alone on the mean streets, no backup in sight, the shadows might suddenly move, and it might be your turn for your sins to catch up to you, to get yours like the Eraser got hisā€¦
ā€¦No, the GCPD doesnā€™t make jokes about him anymore.
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2024.05.31 08:41 Full_Package_7162 Yves Debut & aespa comeback @ Balay da Blas Hotel KPop music 2024 playlist ģ¼€ģ“ķŒ ģž¬ģƒ ėŖ©ė” on Denon DJ LC6000 Prime

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