So I first watched supernatural as a child I’m talking weekly releases on Thursday on the CW I think was the station. Naturally I missed episodes here and there over years. And then eventually dropped cable all together and it just faded from my life. I’d always told myself for years I’d rewatch it. Especially when I heard it actually ended. I finally got around to it this year.
Im not done but I’m in season 13 episode 3. And I need to talk to someone about this show cause I love it. And ya know the nostalgia from my childhood definitely enhances the enjoyment.
So I just want to say it’s super cool to watch how the effects, quality and camera work improved over the seasons.
I also especially enjoy how it’s kinda like time travelling. Like I remember when certain things they mentioned, happened. Or like when they were using certain phones because I had a blackberry and before that I also had the Motorola. Also I feel like the super cheesy super bromance scenes was much more highlighted in the early seasons and that’s cause that was the trend back then.
I also need to address I think Misha Collins is a phenomenal actor. When I watched it growing up I remember getting up to season 7. And once again quite a few episodes were missing for me. But I thought Castile was cool his character development was nice. But watching it in totality now. Bro is amazing. Dude literally played three characters, in one body. And I PERSONALLY feel like he really sold all of the characters well. Like ya really felt and knew if he was Castiel, Jimmy, or Lucy.
Lucifer is a big man child.
Crowley really went out like a cool dude. One of the best middle fingers I’ve ever seen definitely top 5 “bet ya didn’t see this coming” schemes.
I love how there’s this random recurring joke that Dean likes hentai. Anytime that’s brought up I lose it.
Sam and Dean really had stresssful lives. Dudes need a vacation for real.
I joined the sub just to make this post because I really needed to talk about this show
Calling all Jimmy Newtron watermelon 5 heads. Those 7 3/4 boys (and gals?) running around looking like adult toddlers.
My dusty civil war era patrol cap is on its last days and i want to join the cool guy club. I'm looking for recommendations for OCP ball caps that don't look like ass. Ideally flex fit, something i can fit all this forehead into.
Thanks in advance
P.S. All this forehead is giving me back problems.
Since the beginning of this decade, I now turn mostly to TikTok from the nostalgia us young people used to watch rad cartoons, playing outside with our buddies, wearing these cool animal print wristbands throughout late 2000s and early 2010s. I mean some cartoons I’m talking about like Jimmy Newtron, SpongeBob SquarePants, Fairly Odd Parents, Suite Life on Deck, Suite Life of Zack and Cody, just to name a few.
I’ve always remember television broadcasts and commercials breaks from “Disney Channel” and “Nickelodeon” which later on, I found myself watching Jessie, Victorious, ICarly, (NOT the newer shows on Paramount plus), and Stuck in the Middle. There were so many more but I would always blame TikTok for showing me clips of those shows and then I blame myself I forget everything and now it hurts I can’t watch those shows again without the same feeling I used to have.
Fast forward later in mid and late 2010s I got influenced by pop culture heavily during that time. This is where I started my middle school and high school years and I suddenly forgot about television altogether. From there I would be on social media all the time and I wouldn’t get any homework done and both my teachers and my mom scolded and lectured me how irresponsible I was. I guess after graduation I was made myself to believe I’m not that good enough.
But now I realized maybe I’m over my head and I just needed to get back into the groove of things I loved to do and watch sitcoms I never knew existed when I was stuck on Disney channel for years. It has never been the same after.
I feel so old because I missed out so much growing up besides watching tv. I never got the opportunity to hangout with friends, go to parties I never got invited to, go on a hike, go bowling by myself. I’ve always done those things with my sister and her friends. And sometimes with other family members that were my age or younger to play games with. Is this a bad thing I think like that now that I’m mature enough I work all the time and miss going to bars or clubs when I used to daydream that stuff younger? I guess life took a toll on me so I go to work to find joy in it when other things block me from having fun on my own.
That's only an estimation, but today it's about to become real.
Warning: This article is full of criticism on every side. That's why this is commonly called a "Green Note". As this note is considerated too hot, a similarity to "Green" and "Hot" would be a chili pepper.
Introduction
It's supposedly about Anime/Manga are designs, drawings and illustrations... like people dedicated to build or to design various posters and/or ads, by mentioning some examples.
Vtubers are also considerated inside designs, drawings and illustrations, and lately since 2018 or before, they became one of the main sources of earnings and popularity. Also, the interaction between Vtubers and audience is considerated as similar to Visual Novels, by example. Since designs are similar to comics or manga, it's like the audience is becoming the main protagonists without being inside a story.
Returning to the character designs (Because this is the main theme for this Green Note) Vtubers' designs are defined according with the lore or various charmpoints... well, there are many features which makes them as unique.
The wrong path
Until 2020, vtuber designs were cute as usual, thanks to every illustrator, like legends as Tsukudani Norio, Noizi Ito, Kanzaki Hiro, Yasuyuki, Yuuki Hagure and various, including some unknown ones who were also illustrating on another projects like artworks, or also debuting ones.
However, on September 2020, some illustrators like Aoi Nabi and Nachoneko disrupted this order with non attractive characters (See Hololive English: Myth, mostly with Gawr Gura and Watson Amelia cases, and mostly later with Amatsuka Uto and the same Aoi Nabi). And what's the wrong thing? The high numbers reached being too ugly. It seems the people got attracted by worst designed characters... Well, it repeated the cases on some manga or anime with non attractive designs, like "Panty And Stocking with Garterbelt" (Even if that's a parody for U.S. Animation like Butch Hartman's "Fairy Oddparents") and "Seven Deadly Sins" by example (Non estimated)
About Nachoneko: Obviously, a Shark girl (Gawr Gura) is very uncute with these teeth (Similar to a Latin American Ad for "The Munsters" show at "Nick at Nite" on mid 2000's with "Si los Munsters fueran Latinos" when the people behind that promotion said "Una mujer lobo es Cero Atractiva. Además ¿Te imaginás esos Dientes?"; in english is "A Lycanthrope woman is unsexy. Also, Can you imagine her teeth?")
And about Aoi Nabi's daughters (Watson Amelia, Amatsuka Uto, Himukai Kogane and Shiratori Rena), illustrations (Hanazawa Rica) and herself: Nabi made a revival about the major illustrating catastrophe, similar with the On-Screen giant portrait illustrations on "The King of Fighters 2001", which also affected roster's portraits there. The coincidence is about Korean staff who intervened that game (They intervened also on "KOF 2002", but the illustrators were changed by someones better than the ones hired on "KOF 2001") Nabi also was the responsible of another catastrophe at re-designing Korean Vtuber Alice Mana: Paryi (Known by illustrating Ars Almal on 2434, Artia on Hololive China and Paryipro's members Yumeno Shiori and Chigusa Hana) lost the character's rights as a whole, becoming a second rights loss (The first one was Kagura Mea with Paryipro's shutdown. However, Mea used the Paryipro's model until mid or late 2021 when later she was re-designed by Jimmy Madomagi)
Other character designers who were criticized by the appearance and/or style had same issues, but not so frequently as the both mentioned before. One example was BEBEfate, who illustrated former Wactor's member Kuroyuri Neon; however, only few features like the mask and eyes pupils' design were criticized only. Today, the mentioned illustrator softened various aspects on her style.
We can't describe some cases like illustrators who became from being Hentai and/or Ecchi mangakas, since at designing vtubers, they were very softened or having some theme about being yandere, menhera or kuudere, like Dancyo, who illustrated Kurumizawa Ririka and Yatsudama Ritsuki as the most softened ones; or Haiba, who illustrated Nekosaki Anji and Nekohime Myami. However, these cases doesn't count as criticism, but yes as a little relief from that wrong road. (See the next text below)
A little light into the darkness
But starting on that September 2020, not everything can be darkness, thank to all discoveries and news, like Kagachisaku with having (And later losing) Manao Sena, adopting Nonomiya Non and releasing Propro's Sakuya Azusa on 2021, or also noticing MacCormick (Very known by having a Guinness Record with many sons and daughters)
Other admirable designs are the ones released by Masarudottoko (Who illustrated Umitsuki Shell and adopted Kanduki Ama and Sasano Chacha) or Kinaka Noe at releasing Hoshiyume Miru on early 2021.
Other ones who made this period more pleasant at facing disaster appeared just at time when Kiryu Coco left Hololive (On that case, please consult the series about "New vtubers by periods starting July 2021), like RK Torinegi designs (Who released Soraneko Kurumi and retired vtuber Itou Yuna), Machoko (Who released Amesame Azusa and various from the "kingdoms"), Carol (Or also called Kyaroru, who released Kira Lily) and Inuyayo (Who released Anya Kumori), among others.
However and Sadly, the sequels about loving the ugly characters described on "The wrong Path" made that light very weak to shine, while very cute characters are having many difficults to rise, and that's why they need more recognicement.
Even Spanish talking vtubers are being affected about this. First with the Wactor's doxxing on Misora Hina along with graduations, withdrawals and retirements from that black agency; later with Aimi Hada and Endou Lily graduations from SedaiOne, followed by Aono Nemo retiring and SedaiOne's disbandement, and also many spanish speaking talents on Twitch instead of Youtube.
And additionally, a search of cute designed vtubers was released, but a 92% of them chose other platforms, like Twitch, Bilibili, 17Live and IRIAM instead of Youtube.
We hope about this review can make you think about character designs and obviously knowing how to choose well. Don't worry if you Vote down or comment negatively this publishing. That's why it's called a "Green Note"... It's a very raw reality to face today with the Vtubing.
Part 1 We appeared in a Walmart parking lot, and two of the others immediately began shooting. Within seconds, the rest had joined in.
We were surrounded by a press of bodies that carried with them a stench of death so bad it made my eyes water. I summoned my staff and rose into the air, to better see what was going on.
The parking lot was half full with shambling, sprinting and running corpses. One thing I'd always wondered about was the difficulty survivors in a zombie apocalypse would have telling the living from the dead, but here now, seeing it, I realized I'd been making up problems. It was trivially easy to pick out the handful of survivors being pursued by about a hundred corpses.
I turned my head to the largest mass of survivors and shouted, using a little magic to ensure that they heard me.
"Get to the gold mine!"
There were four more survivors, a pair and two singles, all of whom had been cut off from the rest by the corpses. I raised my staff and pointed the crystal at the tip at a man who was about to get football tackled by a sprinting zombie, and dropped a wall of hard, glowing, golden light around him. The zombie slammed into it with bone-crunching force and crumpled down to the ground. As two more ran up to check out the magic (which hummed loudly), the first one snapped to his feet and began to beat on the wall, screaming wordlessly at it.
I picked that one.
I created a blast of kinetic energy beneath it, launching it up. When it reached my altitude, another blast sent it rocketing towards me, where I seized it in a cocoon of hardened air that crystalized around it like a coating of ice.
The air was still air, and was thus mostly held aloft by the air around it, allowed me a few moments to work as we slowly descended. I dialed back the crystalized air from around the zombie's face and chest, to get at it and let it breathe, assuming it still needed air. My eyes turned glossy black as I examined it.
The first thing I noticed was the death magic, wafting off the thing like a miasma. It was certainly dead, then. Not just ensorceled into appearing dead. Next, I dug through the foreign magic I found. There was blood magic, of course. There was no way anyone could make a zombie without blood magic. I found dark magic, shadow magic and a little bit of puzzle magic, none of it a surprise.
So, if you're not aware, human magic comes in flavors, just like divine magic. Whereas the gods have domains, with concepts like time or war or sex, human magic has more complex styles, or schools as we call them. Blood magic was done with and on blood, obviously, but many were less apparent. Dark magic came from places of darkness; the absence of light. It was good at obfuscating things, inspiring fear and communicating with nocturnal people and animals. A good illusion at a nightclub, for example, would go over a lot better if a bit of dark magic was imbued in it. Shadow magic was all about shadows; not darkness, but silhouettes, imposters, effigies and representations or depictions.
Puzzle magic was probably another obvious one. Really good at exerting fine, detailed control over other schools of magic. In this case, it was being used to tie the other magics together, and to help regulate the thousands of tiny details needed to keep a corpse up and moving, despite not having a functional brain to guide its nervous system.
Once I had catalogued all the magic, I took a sort of snapshot, creating an unpowered model of the magic in its current configuration. Then I ripped the magic out and went looking for a soul.
It might seem like a dumb idea. A zombie is dead, it would have no soul, right? Well, that wasn't necessarily true.
You see, the subject of zombies was a rather popular topic of conversation in the circles I run in. Neither I nor any wizard I knew had ever made one, of course, because that would be incredibly unethical, but we had worked out several possible ways of doing so. One of those ways involved killing the body while trapping the soul inside. Souls are the product of minds, which are the product of brains. Normally, when a brain ceases working, the soul leaves the body, creating a magical mind to carry it. But if it was trapped inside the body, it might turn that energy that it would use to make a mind to hold it into seizing back control of the body.
Inside this zombie, I found no soul. Only a great hollow where a soul had once been.
I let the crystalized air dissipate and moved the thing away from me, then gave it a look over with normal vision. He was a black man, thin, with a short afro hairstyle. His hair was very messed up, not just by the large smashed-in portion on the side of his head. It looked like a blow from a pipe. His skin was colorless and slack. He'd been dead for some time now.
He wore red pants, almost capri-length, with tattered hems. His shirt was a faded blue shirt advertising a thirty-year-old movie. Something about him was familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
I glanced down to see my team holding their own. Liam, Amanda, Bob and Jim were crouched, each facing out, with Dick in the center, standing. They were working their weapons as fast as they could pull the trigger, drawing the zombies to them, away from the running figures slipping into the woods on the south end of the parking lot, but keeping them from getting too close.
I lifted a hand to my captive zombie and broke its neck with my will. It continued to snarl and reach for me. I created a spear of iron-hardened air and drove it through the thing's heart, to a similar lack of effect. Next, I drove the spear through a lung.
That got a reaction. Its voice became hoarse and its movements slowed slightly. I speared the other lung, making it begin to wheeze. So they breathed, still. And they used that oxygen, somehow. I gritted my teeth and yanked both of its lungs out of its chest in an explosion of gore that splattered the parked cars and pavement below.
The zombie slowed even more, its movement almost lethargic now. It tried to snarl at me, but couldn't make any sound.
Finally, I tried the Fuck You spell.
"Fuck you," I whispered, letting the power trickle into my voice.
The zombie stopped moving instantly. Blood began to drip from its nose, thick, black and slow-flowing.
I dropped the corpse, having learned all I needed. I brought myself back down to the others, dismissing my staff and raising my rifle, instead, joining the firing.
We shot until the parking lot was free, almost thirty minutes of steady fire. Finally, the last of the moving zombies dropped and the noise went silent. I reached out with healing magic, touching everybody's eardrums.
"Well, shooting them in the head words," Liam said with a laugh. I nodded.
"I examined one, right at the start," I said. "It's a straight up, Walking Dead-style zombie. Already dead, no soul, kept alive by magic, and driven by what remains of the brain. You kill the brain, the zombie dies. The other organs are still being used, but most aren't important. Destroying the lungs will slow them down a lot, though."
"Good to know," Bob said. "Now what?"
"Now, we chase the survivors to the mines, and meet up with the sheriff," I said. We turned and began jogging to where they had slipped into the woods.
A few seconds after we slipped into the trees, the golden, glowing walls making a rectangle in the middle of the parking lot dropped into the earth, and the suddenly freed young man looked around, very confused. Or at least, I assume he did.
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"Holy sheeit, we got soldiers!" an older lady shouted as we approached the gold mine building. It was, as Gary had said, clearly a tourist attraction. I could see a food court, with restaurant-style outdoor seating and an array of vending machines out front.
Cars had been parked, bumper to bumper around the small courtyard in the front, creating an impromptu barricade. Dead zombies were scattered around in front, with fresher blood splatters here and there. A loud murmur came from inside, a constant din of people talking.
An older man stepped out from the main entrance, a pair of stone arches. He wore a blood-stained sheriff's uniform, complete with body armor that sat awkwardly on him, as if he had not worn it in many years. He had a gray handlebar mustache and wore a cowboy hat and boots.
"Who y'all?" he shouted as he walked towards us.
"My name's Jerry Williams, I'm from the DCM Group," I called back. I approached the car barrier and stopped, waiting for him to approach the other side, where he stopped as well.
"Just the seven of ya?" he asked.
"This is the guy that won the Battle of Ginnungagap," Bob said. The sheriff -because that was obviously who he was- gave me an appraising look.
"Ya don't look like much," he said.
"I don't need to look like much," I replied, about the only thing I could think of that Inanna wouldn't yell at me about saying, later. Bob chuckled. The sheriff nodded, apparently satisfied with that answer.
"Well, climb on over and come in. I'll tell ya what I know, and y'all can tell me what ya can do."
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"Started right around noon," Sheriff Teeters said as we looked at a map of the town spread out on an indoor table.
"We got a call that sick people were attacking folks at the Accent Cellars, out on the west end of town." He pointed at a spot just off the main road, Dawsonville Hwy, heading into the town from the west. "I sent a couple deputies out to check it out, but never heard back from 'em.
"About half an hour later, I get a call about a fight breaking out in the bearing factory," his finger moved north and east to a large structure, nestled in the woods. "So another deputy went out, and just like the last, dropped off the map. By this time, I's getting worried, so I called the winery, but got no answer. I called the factory, same story. Meanwhile, my dispatcher is still trying to raise my deputies, with no luck.
"I wasn't having any of this, so I had the tac unit load up and went out that way with them myself. The Cellars is easier t'get to, so we went there first and found..." He sighed, rubbed his forehead for a second, then went on.
"It was a slaughterhouse. Dead bodies everywhere. They'd been having a tasting event, and it looked like every guest was killed. Ripped apart, most of 'em. The ones who was shot... Well, they looked like they'd been dead a long time. I seen a few bodies, and these looked a couple months or even a year old, in some cases. I mean, straight decomposing. The youngest one with bullet wounds was bloated to all high hell, all green and yellow and black.
"We went to the factory next, and found more of the same. While we was there, I got contacted by dispatch saying that the 911 operators are getting flooded with calls from all over the west end of town. That's the first time I heard the word 'Zombies'.
"One of the calls came from the Petersons, out of Happy Hollow Road, which is just a skip through the trees from the factory. So I had the tac boys cut the fence, and we ran over there on foot. Found a whole shit ton of zombies trying to get in. The tac team starts shooting, but the zombies ain't stopping till the guys remember all them movies and start going for headshots.
"Took us a hot minute, but we cleared the area. Got the Petersons out, but the son, Johnny, he'd gotten bit on the hand. We ran 'em through the woods, back to the vehicles at the factory, and we all loaded up and headed back to the station, where we have a paramedic to treat the boy.
"Well, Johnny was feverish by the time we found him, and he just got worse on the ride back. We see more groups of zombies around, and we was shooting 'em at first, but then realize we can't kill em all afore we run outta ammo. So we get back, get re-armed.
"I called up the mayor, explain what's happening, have him use this old system that calls every cellphone in range, tells 'em to either batten down the hatches or get to the Walmart, which is the only place we can hold any significant portion of the town. I get on the phone with every local gun shop, tell 'em I'm seizing their ammo and to write up bills for it that we'll settle later, then get every deputy I have loaded up. We head out, picked up the ammo, and split into two groups of twelve. One heads to the Walmart to secure it, the other is heading into town to deal with the zombies. I went with the first group.
"Well, the Walmart was overrun already. Zombies inside the place running around biting people. We got swamped, and had to fight our way here. I got about fifteen hunnerd civilians who managed to make it here, and I got eight deputies left. No word from the group that went out into town. Mayor's missing, cell service is getting spotty because there's so many people making calls, and that ain't the worst of it."
"What's the worst of it?" I asked.
"Little Johnny died an hour ago. Twenty minutes later, he got up and bit three more people. We got 'em in quarantine in one of the back offices."
"Take me to them," I said.
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The sick people were easy enough to deal with. I simply had to dispel the magics coursing through their bodies, and then some simple healing broke their fevers and raised their blood pressure back up. All three were exceedingly grateful, having had just enough time to come to grips with the apparent reality that they were doomed.
"I can take out the rest of the zombies in one shot, I think," I explained to my team and the handful of locals who gathered up after I took care of the sick folk. "But we need to gather them all together."
"Okay, what do you have in mind?" Dick asked.
"You guys," I said, pointing to the sheriff and his men. "Take patrol cars and head out, sirens blaring. You'll need to be careful you don't get too bogged down in large masses of them."
Sheriff Teeters nodded. "We got some old APCs with lights and sirens, down at the station. Those things'll drive through damn near anything. Great big, run-flat tires, about five hunnerd horsepower each."
"How many?"
He rubbed his mustache thoughtfully. "Got two running, t'be honest. Third... I dunno. Maybe."
"Let's call it two, then. We'll fill in the gaps with patrol cars, there's at least six of them, here." I pointed to the map of the town. "Head out to this intersection with the lights and sirens off, by the cemetery here. Then turn everything on and drive back, taking different routes through town. That should draw all or most of the zombies this way. My men will stay here, to defend this spot. We'll want to draw them into the Walmart parking lot. Once they're all within about a thousand foot radius, I'll be able to take apart the magic that's animating them."
"Ya sure we should be drawing them here?" he asked. "What about bringing them here?" Teeters pointed to a large grassy area just southeast of the center of town. It looked a bit like a park, but there were no sports fields marked. Just empty space, peppered with little grass symbols.
"What is that?" I asked.
"Livesy Drill Field. Part of the college. It's used for events and whatnot."
"Just whatever you do, don't take a shortcut across it," one of the deputies added. The locals all chuckled at what seemed to be an inside joke.
Either way," I said, "you'll need my people assisting with defense, once you get into position. That leaves the civilians here to fend for themselves if we lead them to the field. If I'm delayed, you might be overrun. Plus, bringing them to the center of the town is less likely to get all of them. There's going to be a lot more stragglers to clean up, after. Whereas if we pied piper them out of town..."
The sheriff looked around at his deputies, meeting each one's eye.
"Awright, we'll go with your plan. We'll lead 'em all to the Walmart. I take it yer doing something in the meantime?"
I nodded. "Investigating. Gotta see what I can see about how this happened. These zombies had to come from somewhere."
"Right. Well, take a radio and we'll keep in touch that way." I snatched two police radios off of a hastily-set up charging station, handing one to Liam.
"You're in charge while I'm gone," I said. "Defend the civilians. When the cops get back, you guys assault from the woods at your first chance to get the pressure off them. I'll be in touch."
"Take care, boss," Amanda said. She planted a kiss on my cheek, causing me to quirk an eyebrow at her.
"For luck," she explained. I shrugged. "Thanks," I said.
Then I left.
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The winery the sheriff had told me about was exactly as he had described it. Bodies lay everywhere, most torn apart, but a few old corpses with gunshot wounds in them. Some of the fresher corpses had gunshot wounds, as well, making me wonder if maybe they'd been bitten and turned. A quick check showed no bite marks.
I hunted around for a bit, finding only one clue.
Inside one of the cars in the parking lot, I found a notepad with writing imprinted into the top page. I summoned a pencil and carefully ran the side of the pencil over it, highlighting the words that had been written on the page above.
I had expected a shopping list, but what I found was both confusing and intriguing.
G, R, B - herding S, L, M - searching Herding - run them through town W-E. We want chaos, not to grow the herd searching - find the studio. Names are Elena, Emily, Erinne and Emma. Find S.O., too. If not there, find records, SSDs, whatever.
Very interesting. I picked up the radio.
"Sheriff, come in," I said. A second later, the radio crackled to life.
"Sheriff Teeters here."
"Sheriff, is there any adult filming industry in town? A studio, specifically?"
"Uh, there's a studio, but it ain't fer dirty movies. They shot some scenes from some TV show there, then started using it fer editing and whatnot. Hold on."
I waited a moment for him to get back to me. While waiting, I heard scuffing footsteps and looked up to see a zombie shambling towards me. As I met its eyes, it moaned.
"Fuck you," I whispered and it fell over, dead. I walked over and looked at it. It had once been a petite woman. It was wearing a nightgown and one slipper. Its features were Asian, and one flaccid breast was hanging out of a rent. I guessed her age to be mid forties and lifted up the nightgown to expose white panties and a belly marred with ancient stretch marks.
Like the others, she looked to have been dead for some time. There were signs of decomp on her exposed nipple, fingertips, toes and around her eyes and mouth.
Something was niggling at the back of my mind, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Hey, place was owned by a company called Ohma Goddess Productions. Was used to film scenes for a show called
The Legend of Jimmy about eight years ago, and then later on, they filmed something called
The Misadventures of Meru there, which my deputy says was pretty dirty, but not quite porn."
Huh, I had forgotten about Sookie's efforts to get the hentai based on her OnlyFans into the mainstream. They'd only done one season of it after she had strong-armed the rights to adapt it to live action. She'd starred in it herself, in her natural form, but under an assumed name. It got praise for the makeup and special effects, but was generally panned for being just this side of porn, with a plot that didn't really matter as much as the 'romantic' encounters of the main character.
"Why do ya ask?" the Sheriff asked me.
"I found a notepad in one of the cars at the cellar and figured out the last note written on it. It's instructions for six people. Three are assigned to 'herding', and instructed to run a herd through town, west to east, while causing chaos. The other three are assigned to search for the names of some people I recognize in a studio."
"Well," he replied. "The studio's in the old Howard Milton Center, at... Let's see.... Three sixty, Chestatee Street. From where you're at, you can take the Georgia Nine into town, follow it until the intersection with US-19, then turn left. It'll be about two, three blocks up on your right."
I pulled up the mapping app on my phone and noted the location. Sure enough, Sookie had marked the studio on the public map. I should have probably checked this, first. Oh well.
"Got it, I'm heading there."
"We're almost to the cemetery. Gonna get loud in a bit here," he said.
"Thank you for the update," I said, then rose into the air, flying in a straight line to my destination.
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The studio was empty except for a few zombies and a giant mess. The computers used for editing had been torn apart, panels lying scattered about, and the drives missing. I was too late.
With a sigh, I walked outside and rose back into the air. Once we'd taken care of most of the zombies, we would have time to search for anyone who might have been involved.
I heard the sirens start, and spotted a mess of blue light. I decided to lend a hand, and flew around, broadcasting my voice in a cone pointed straight down, using the magic to ensure that it would sound like it came from the direction of the Walmart.
"Here, zombie zombie. Come get your fresh brains. Piping hot, fresh brains, fully stocked at Walmart. Zombie, zombie, zombie. Lots of tender flesh..."
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I think it should come down to 2 Categories, who's smarter and who would win in a fight. I'm my opinion, I say dexter.