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2023.05.29 03:21 PoeTheTragedy The Butcher
In the heart of a desolate wasteland, where the air reeked of decay and the moon itself hid behind a shroud of perpetual darkness, stood the Mansion of Eternal Torment. Its jagged silhouette tore through the night, exuding an aura of unspeakable evil. It was a place where nightmares were born and sanity went to die—a festering wound on the fabric of reality.
Alex, a lone wanderer burdened with a haunted past, stumbled upon the mansion by twisted fate. As soon as they crossed its threshold, the very air turned malevolent, clawing at their skin like icy talons. The house seemed alive, pulsating with a sinister energy that whispered malicious promises into their ears.
The corridors twisted and writhed like living serpents, leading Alex deeper into the mansion's maw. Paintings of grotesque figures adorned the walls, their eyes following every step with a maddening intensity. The floor beneath their feet seemed to writhe, as if ancient, forgotten souls yearned to drag them into the depths of eternal suffering.
Each room held its own unique horror. In a decaying parlor, spectral echoes of mirthless laughter echoed through the air, driving Alex to the brink of madness. Furniture contorted and contended with unseen forces, as if tormented spirits waged an eternal battle. Unearthly moans and agonized screams resonated from the hidden recesses, their origin remaining a macabre mystery.
As time lost all meaning, Alex found themselves trapped within a nightmarish dance of terror. The mansion's malevolence toyed with their senses, distorting reality in grotesque ways. Hallways elongated and twisted, leading to dead ends that shifted like living nightmares. Doors opened onto macabre tableaux, where mutilated bodies and writhing abominations danced in a horrifying frenzy.
In the mansion's forsaken heart, Alex discovered a hidden chamber—a place of unspeakable rituals and sacrilege. Bloodstained altars adorned with blasphemous symbols stood as a testament to the abominations that had taken place. Tattered parchments whispered forgotten incantations, their words searing themselves into Alex's mind, branding them with unholy knowledge.
But the mansion would not release its grasp so easily. It hungered for suffering, for the taste of broken souls. Shadows coalesced into grotesque forms, clawed appendages reaching out from the darkness, eager to drag Alex into an abyss of eternal damnation. Whispers grew louder, their malicious intent burrowing deep into their psyche.
In a desperate bid for survival, Alex unleashed a forbidden ritual, invoking ancient forces they could barely comprehend. The very fabric of reality tore asunder, revealing a void of pure darkness that threatened to consume them. Within its depths, indescribable abominations lurked, their writhing forms defying all reason and sanity.
As the void closed in, Alex's screams merged with the symphony of suffering that permeated the mansion. Their mind shattered under the weight of unimaginable horrors, becoming one with the tortured spirits that haunted the accursed halls. The mansion, now sated with fresh anguish, slumbered once more, awaiting the next unsuspecting soul to succumb to its insidious allure.
The legends of the Mansion of Eternal Torment spread like a plague, whispered in hushed tones among those brave enough to speak its name. The cursed structure became a dark beacon, drawing in lost souls like moths to a flame. Its sinister presence endured, an eternal testament to the unyielding depths of horror that lurk within the darkest recesses of the human psyche.
Centuries passed, and the Mansion of Eternal Torment remained a beacon of dread, its infamy growing like a festering wound upon the land. Legends intertwined with reality as the boundaries between the corporeal and the ethereal blurred within its malevolent walls.
In the present day, a group of paranormal investigators, known for their unwavering pursuit of the supernatural, embarked on a harrowing journey to unlock the secrets of the mansion. Their names were whispered with equal parts awe and fear—Jackson, a seasoned skeptic seeking undeniable proof; Emma, a gifted medium tormented by her own abilities; and Marcus, a fearless researcher fascinated by the darkest realms of the occult.
Together, they ventured into the night-shrouded wasteland, their equipment and resolve their only defense against the horrors that awaited them. As they crossed the mansion's threshold, the air thickened with a suffocating malevolence, clawing at their sanity. The very foundations seemed to groan, echoing the tortured souls imprisoned within.
The investigators delved deeper into the labyrinthine corridors, each step a battle against their own trepidation. The air crackled with an otherworldly energy, making their skin prickle with unseen whispers. Shadows danced in the periphery of their vision, taunting them with glimpses of grotesque apparitions that vanished before they could be fully discerned.
Jackson, the skeptic, felt the icy fingers of doubt slowly slip away as he witnessed the impossible. Furniture moved of its own accord, propelled by unseen forces. Inexplicable cold spots gripped the air, numbing their senses. Electronic devices malfunctioned, their screens flickering with cryptic messages from beyond.
Emma, the medium, became a conduit for the tormented spirits trapped within the mansion's confines. Their anguished cries reverberated through her, their spectral presence searing her mind with unbearable anguish. Whispers echoed in her ears, their fragmented voices pleading for release, while malevolent entities sought to exploit her vulnerabilities, to claim her as their vessel.
Marcus, the researcher, reveled in the forbidden knowledge that seeped from the mansion's walls. Ancient tomes whispered forgotten secrets to him, their pages seemingly stained with the blood of the damned. Symbols etched into his mind twisted his thoughts, threatening to consume his very essence as he unraveled the dark history of the mansion.
But the mansion was not a mere haunted house—it was a sentient entity, a sentient embodiment of terror. It unleashed its full fury upon the investigators. Hallways transformed into maddening labyrinths, leading them astray, deeper into the abyss. Rooms became twisted mazes of shifting walls and malicious traps, ensnaring them in a waking nightmare.
The spirits grew restless, their insidious presence manifesting in forms of pure malevolence. They clawed at the investigators' sanity, distorting their perceptions of reality. Visions of their deepest fears became corporeal nightmares, relentlessly pursuing them through the ever-changing maze of the mansion.
Yet, amid the relentless horrors, a glimmer of hope emerged—a shard of ancient knowledge pointing towards an artifact of salvation hidden within the mansion's depths. The investigators clung to this sliver of light, braving the unending darkness, their resilience fueled by a desperate determination to break free from the mansion's clutches.
With each trial they overcame, the mansion fought back with renewed ferocity. Shadows solidified into spectral monstrosities, ancient curses lashed out with a vengeance, and the very walls bled with the essence of suffering. But the investigators pressed on, their collective will a beacon of defiance against the abomination that held them captive.
In the final confrontation, as the investigators reached the heart of the mansion, a chamber of unearthly beauty
In the final confrontation, as the investigators reached the heart of the mansion, a chamber of unearthly beauty unveiled itself—a shrine of dark power, pulsating with a malevolent glow. The artifact of salvation, a relic of ancient wisdom, rested upon a pedestal, radiating a glimmer of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.
With trembling hands, the investigators seized the artifact, channeling its ancient energies. The mansion convulsed, writhing in agony as its grip weakened. The tormented spirits howled in despair, their anguished cries merging into a crescendo of wailing torment.
As the investigators made their escape, the mansion retaliated with a final, desperate act of defiance. It unleashed a torrent of supernatural fury, twisting reality and collapsing corridors upon them. The walls bled with a deluge of malevolence, threatening to consume them whole.
But united in purpose, Jackson, Emma, and Marcus fought against the tide of terror. They navigated the shifting maze, pushed beyond the limits of their strength and courage. With every ounce of willpower, they resisted the mansion's attempts to break them, their spirits burning bright with a resolve to survive.
In a blinding burst of energy, they burst through the mansion's threshold, leaving the accursed abode behind. The once formidable edifice stood still, defeated and bereft of its prey. The wasteland itself seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if relieved of a malevolent presence that had haunted it for centuries.
The investigators emerged, scarred but triumphant, forever changed by their harrowing ordeal. They carried the weight of the mansion's darkness within them, etched upon their souls as a reminder of the horrors they had faced. Their tale would become a whispered legend among those who dabbled in the forbidden, a testament to the unyielding human spirit against the forces of darkness.
In the aftermath, the Mansion of Eternal Torment sank into obscurity, its vile presence masked beneath layers of forgotten history. It lay dormant, waiting for a new chapter to unfold—a tale of terror that would test the mettle of those who dared to seek its secrets.
And so, the mansion stood as a haunting reminder of the depths of horror that lay hidden in the world, a reminder that even in the face of unspeakable terror, courage and resilience can prevail. The Mansion of Eternal Torment would forever cast its shadow, an eternal testament to the boundless darkness and the enduring strength of the human spirit.
As the investigators emerged from the clutches of the Mansion of Eternal Torment, they believed their ordeal had come to an end. However, an unforeseen terror awaited them in the shadows of the surrounding forest—a lurking malevolence that had taken root amidst the mansion's cursed legacy.
Unbeknownst to them, a notorious axe murderer, a deranged soul known only as "The Butcher," had been drawn to the same unhallowed grounds. Driven by a bloodlust that defied reason, he had sought refuge within the abandoned halls of the mansion, his malevolent presence intertwining with the existing horrors.
As the investigators stumbled upon an old trail, their exhaustion palpable, a rustle in the underbrush sent shivers down their spines. The air thickened with an added layer of dread, and an oppressive silence settled upon the forest—an ominous calm before the storm.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows—a hulking silhouette brandishing a gleaming, blood-stained axe. The Butcher had found his next victims, his eyes filled with a twisted ecstasy as he savored the fear etched upon their faces.
Panic gripped the investigators as they realized their nightmare was far from over. The Butcher's frenzied laughter echoed through the trees, a chilling symphony of sadism that sent chills racing down their spines. They sprinted through the dense undergrowth, desperately seeking an escape from this unholy convergence of horrors.
The forest seemed to conspire against them, as if the very trees reached out with gnarled branches to impede their progress. Each step became a perilous dance with death, as the axe-wielding maniac closed in, his relentless pursuit fueled by an insatiable thirst for their blood.
With every breath labored and hearts pounding, the investigators fought to keep their wits about them. They knew they couldn't outrun their pursuer forever, nor could they outmatch him in sheer strength. They needed a plan, a stroke of luck, or perhaps a stroke of madness to tip the scales in their favor.
Frantically, they stumbled upon a decrepit shack hidden within the depths of the forest—a place that bore witness to the Butcher's vile acts. Within its rotting walls, they found a cache of tools, remnants of the killer's twisted trade. With trembling hands, they armed themselves with anything that could be wielded as a makeshift weapon, knowing that their survival hinged on their ability to stand against the darkness that loomed before them.
The final showdown erupted amidst the desolate forest, a deadly dance between desperate investigators and a bloodthirsty fiend. Axes clashed, screams pierced the night, and blood stained the earth beneath their feet. The Butcher reveled in the violence, his unhinged laughter merging with the cries of agony.
Against all odds, the investigators fought with a ferocity borne of desperation. Blow after blow, they resisted the Butcher's relentless assault. Their collective strength and determination pushed back against the abyss, refusing to be consumed by the darkness that had ensnared them.
In a climactic clash, as dawn's first light broke through the thick canopy, the investigators landed a decisive blow. The Butcher's maniacal laughter turned to a gurgling gasp, his twisted existence fading into oblivion. The forest fell silent, as if nature itself held its breath, mourning the passing of a monster.
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Alex, a lone wanderer burdened with a haunted past, stumbled upon the mansion by twisted fate. As soon as they crossed its threshold, the very air turned malevolent, clawing at their skin like icy talons. The house seemed alive, pulsating with a sinister energy that whispered malicious promises into their ears.
The corridors twisted and writhed like living serpents, leading Alex deeper into the mansion's maw. Paintings of grotesque figures adorned the walls, their eyes following every step with a maddening intensity. The floor beneath their feet seemed to writhe, as if ancient, forgotten souls yearned to drag them into the depths of eternal suffering.
Each room held its own unique horror. In a decaying parlor, spectral echoes of mirthless laughter echoed through the air, driving Alex to the brink of madness. Furniture contorted and contended with unseen forces, as if tormented spirits waged an eternal battle. Unearthly moans and agonized screams resonated from the hidden recesses, their origin remaining a macabre mystery.
As time lost all meaning, Alex found themselves trapped within a nightmarish dance of terror. The mansion's malevolence toyed with their senses, distorting reality in grotesque ways. Hallways elongated and twisted, leading to dead ends that shifted like living nightmares. Doors opened onto macabre tableaux, where mutilated bodies and writhing abominations danced in a horrifying frenzy.
In the mansion's forsaken heart, Alex discovered a hidden chamber—a place of unspeakable rituals and sacrilege. Bloodstained altars adorned with blasphemous symbols stood as a testament to the abominations that had taken place. Tattered parchments whispered forgotten incantations, their words searing themselves into Alex's mind, branding them with unholy knowledge.
But the mansion would not release its grasp so easily. It hungered for suffering, for the taste of broken souls. Shadows coalesced into grotesque forms, clawed appendages reaching out from the darkness, eager to drag Alex into an abyss of eternal damnation. Whispers grew louder, their malicious intent burrowing deep into their psyche.
In a desperate bid for survival, Alex unleashed a forbidden ritual, invoking ancient forces they could barely comprehend. The very fabric of reality tore asunder, revealing a void of pure darkness that threatened to consume them. Within its depths, indescribable abominations lurked, their writhing forms defying all reason and sanity.
As the void closed in, Alex's screams merged with the symphony of suffering that permeated the mansion. Their mind shattered under the weight of unimaginable horrors, becoming one with the tortured spirits that haunted the accursed halls. The mansion, now sated with fresh anguish, slumbered once more, awaiting the next unsuspecting soul to succumb to its insidious allure.
The legends of the Mansion of Eternal Torment spread like a plague, whispered in hushed tones among those brave enough to speak its name. The cursed structure became a dark beacon, drawing in lost souls like moths to a flame. Its sinister presence endured, an eternal testament to the unyielding depths of horror that lurk within the darkest recesses of the human psyche.
Centuries passed, and the Mansion of Eternal Torment remained a beacon of dread, its infamy growing like a festering wound upon the land. Legends intertwined with reality as the boundaries between the corporeal and the ethereal blurred within its malevolent walls.
In the present day, a group of paranormal investigators, known for their unwavering pursuit of the supernatural, embarked on a harrowing journey to unlock the secrets of the mansion. Their names were whispered with equal parts awe and fear—Jackson, a seasoned skeptic seeking undeniable proof; Emma, a gifted medium tormented by her own abilities; and Marcus, a fearless researcher fascinated by the darkest realms of the occult.
Together, they ventured into the night-shrouded wasteland, their equipment and resolve their only defense against the horrors that awaited them. As they crossed the mansion's threshold, the air thickened with a suffocating malevolence, clawing at their sanity. The very foundations seemed to groan, echoing the tortured souls imprisoned within.
The investigators delved deeper into the labyrinthine corridors, each step a battle against their own trepidation. The air crackled with an otherworldly energy, making their skin prickle with unseen whispers. Shadows danced in the periphery of their vision, taunting them with glimpses of grotesque apparitions that vanished before they could be fully discerned.
Jackson, the skeptic, felt the icy fingers of doubt slowly slip away as he witnessed the impossible. Furniture moved of its own accord, propelled by unseen forces. Inexplicable cold spots gripped the air, numbing their senses. Electronic devices malfunctioned, their screens flickering with cryptic messages from beyond.
Emma, the medium, became a conduit for the tormented spirits trapped within the mansion's confines. Their anguished cries reverberated through her, their spectral presence searing her mind with unbearable anguish. Whispers echoed in her ears, their fragmented voices pleading for release, while malevolent entities sought to exploit her vulnerabilities, to claim her as their vessel.
Marcus, the researcher, reveled in the forbidden knowledge that seeped from the mansion's walls. Ancient tomes whispered forgotten secrets to him, their pages seemingly stained with the blood of the damned. Symbols etched into his mind twisted his thoughts, threatening to consume his very essence as he unraveled the dark history of the mansion.
But the mansion was not a mere haunted house—it was a sentient entity, a sentient embodiment of terror. It unleashed its full fury upon the investigators. Hallways transformed into maddening labyrinths, leading them astray, deeper into the abyss. Rooms became twisted mazes of shifting walls and malicious traps, ensnaring them in a waking nightmare.
The spirits grew restless, their insidious presence manifesting in forms of pure malevolence. They clawed at the investigators' sanity, distorting their perceptions of reality. Visions of their deepest fears became corporeal nightmares, relentlessly pursuing them through the ever-changing maze of the mansion.
Yet, amid the relentless horrors, a glimmer of hope emerged—a shard of ancient knowledge pointing towards an artifact of salvation hidden within the mansion's depths. The investigators clung to this sliver of light, braving the unending darkness, their resilience fueled by a desperate determination to break free from the mansion's clutches.
With each trial they overcame, the mansion fought back with renewed ferocity. Shadows solidified into spectral monstrosities, ancient curses lashed out with a vengeance, and the very walls bled with the essence of suffering. But the investigators pressed on, their collective will a beacon of defiance against the abomination that held them captive.
In the final confrontation, as the investigators reached the heart of the mansion, a chamber of unearthly beauty
In the final confrontation, as the investigators reached the heart of the mansion, a chamber of unearthly beauty unveiled itself—a shrine of dark power, pulsating with a malevolent glow. The artifact of salvation, a relic of ancient wisdom, rested upon a pedestal, radiating a glimmer of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.
With trembling hands, the investigators seized the artifact, channeling its ancient energies. The mansion convulsed, writhing in agony as its grip weakened. The tormented spirits howled in despair, their anguished cries merging into a crescendo of wailing torment.
As the investigators made their escape, the mansion retaliated with a final, desperate act of defiance. It unleashed a torrent of supernatural fury, twisting reality and collapsing corridors upon them. The walls bled with a deluge of malevolence, threatening to consume them whole.
But united in purpose, Jackson, Emma, and Marcus fought against the tide of terror. They navigated the shifting maze, pushed beyond the limits of their strength and courage. With every ounce of willpower, they resisted the mansion's attempts to break them, their spirits burning bright with a resolve to survive.
In a blinding burst of energy, they burst through the mansion's threshold, leaving the accursed abode behind. The once formidable edifice stood still, defeated and bereft of its prey. The wasteland itself seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if relieved of a malevolent presence that had haunted it for centuries.
The investigators emerged, scarred but triumphant, forever changed by their harrowing ordeal. They carried the weight of the mansion's darkness within them, etched upon their souls as a reminder of the horrors they had faced. Their tale would become a whispered legend among those who dabbled in the forbidden, a testament to the unyielding human spirit against the forces of darkness.
In the aftermath, the Mansion of Eternal Torment sank into obscurity, its vile presence masked beneath layers of forgotten history. It lay dormant, waiting for a new chapter to unfold—a tale of terror that would test the mettle of those who dared to seek its secrets.
And so, the mansion stood as a haunting reminder of the depths of horror that lay hidden in the world, a reminder that even in the face of unspeakable terror, courage and resilience can prevail. The Mansion of Eternal Torment would forever cast its shadow, an eternal testament to the boundless darkness and the enduring strength of the human spirit.
As the investigators emerged from the clutches of the Mansion of Eternal Torment, they believed their ordeal had come to an end. However, an unforeseen terror awaited them in the shadows of the surrounding forest—a lurking malevolence that had taken root amidst the mansion's cursed legacy.
Unbeknownst to them, a notorious axe murderer, a deranged soul known only as "The Butcher," had been drawn to the same unhallowed grounds. Driven by a bloodlust that defied reason, he had sought refuge within the abandoned halls of the mansion, his malevolent presence intertwining with the existing horrors.
As the investigators stumbled upon an old trail, their exhaustion palpable, a rustle in the underbrush sent shivers down their spines. The air thickened with an added layer of dread, and an oppressive silence settled upon the forest—an ominous calm before the storm.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows—a hulking silhouette brandishing a gleaming, blood-stained axe. The Butcher had found his next victims, his eyes filled with a twisted ecstasy as he savored the fear etched upon their faces.
Panic gripped the investigators as they realized their nightmare was far from over. The Butcher's frenzied laughter echoed through the trees, a chilling symphony of sadism that sent chills racing down their spines. They sprinted through the dense undergrowth, desperately seeking an escape from this unholy convergence of horrors.
The forest seemed to conspire against them, as if the very trees reached out with gnarled branches to impede their progress. Each step became a perilous dance with death, as the axe-wielding maniac closed in, his relentless pursuit fueled by an insatiable thirst for their blood.
With every breath labored and hearts pounding, the investigators fought to keep their wits about them. They knew they couldn't outrun their pursuer forever, nor could they outmatch him in sheer strength. They needed a plan, a stroke of luck, or perhaps a stroke of madness to tip the scales in their favor.
Frantically, they stumbled upon a decrepit shack hidden within the depths of the forest—a place that bore witness to the Butcher's vile acts. Within its rotting walls, they found a cache of tools, remnants of the killer's twisted trade. With trembling hands, they armed themselves with anything that could be wielded as a makeshift weapon, knowing that their survival hinged on their ability to stand against the darkness that loomed before them.
The final showdown erupted amidst the desolate forest, a deadly dance between desperate investigators and a bloodthirsty fiend. Axes clashed, screams pierced the night, and blood stained the earth beneath their feet. The Butcher reveled in the violence, his unhinged laughter merging with the cries of agony.
Against all odds, the investigators fought with a ferocity borne of desperation. Blow after blow, they resisted the Butcher's relentless assault. Their collective strength and determination pushed back against the abyss, refusing to be consumed by the darkness that had ensnared them.
In a climactic clash, as dawn's first light broke through the thick canopy, the investigators landed a decisive blow. The Butcher's maniacal laughter turned to a gurgling gasp, his twisted existence fading into oblivion. The forest fell silent, as if nature itself held its breath, mourning the passing of a monster.
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2023.05.29 03:07 shroomcircle Trip report: Solo female, 5 nights
Just wanted to jump on and give a rundown of what I did. I had an amazing time and I was really grateful for all the advice and tips I got here. It really helped me settle in and have an amazing time.
I practice a lot of fasting so I didn’t eat as much as many people on here, but for me it was a lot!
Here’s what I did:
Day 1
Arrived to my hotel at Creole Gardens Guesthouse, which is a fabulous gem of a place in the lower garden district.
It was getting late and I was hungry so I followed their recommendation of eating at Superior Seafood and Oyster. I had a crawfish cake type appetiser and a salad. As an Australian, I found both to be really sweet and also really salty at the same time.
I caught the streetcar along St Charles to get there, and it was lovely, but deciding to walk the same route back wasn’t such a great vibe when it got dark. Ubers at dusk!
Day 2
I couldn’t resist my urge to walk, so after researching the neighbourhoods and so on, I walked over to Bearcat in the CBD. This was the first of many times I crossed under the interstate and it was fine. The homeless folks there are just doing their best and I had no trouble.
At bearcat I was intending just to have a coffee, but the vibe was that just sitting to have a drink isn’t really what they want. The latte in a nice pottery mug was really good, but the keto pancakes were a bit meh, and I didn’t finish them.
Then I trekked along Chatres to the Pharmacy museum, which was fantastic; I spent a good while in there.
I decided to check out Verti Marte for lunch, not realising it doesn’t have any seating. Loved the vibe of the proprieter and hoped to get back another day. His mate pointed me up to the french market so after consulting reddit I tried meals from the heart. I ordered a crab cake and after paying the equivalent of $25 Aussie I received one small crab cake on a shred of lettuce. I guess for the money I hoped it would be more substantial. It was real crab and very fresh, but a bit of a bank breaker when I am getting just 61c to the aussie dollar!
After that I wandered on the treme end of bourbon street, went to the Jazz museum and saw the Louis prima exhibit and then did a Passby the touristy end of bourbon. That was already enough for me.
After a freshen up I looked for dinner and tried Corporation Bar and Grill which is meant to have great authentic new orleans specials. It only serves lunch though so as a non drinker I had a club soda and fed the house doggo cheezits. I was getting pretty hungry though and maybe even hangry after the false starts so I ended up at Gus’s World famous fried chicken and had some chicken and fried pickles. It was very good!
Later on I went to the jam at the Royal Frenchman Hotel. Good sounds and I met a guitarist from local band The Swinging Gypsies, who invited me to sit in with his band the next day. Dream come true. I agreed enthusiastically!
Day 3
I needed some slow vibes so I caught the streetcar up St Charles all the way to Upline in Uptown and then wandered along Magazine St checking out all the shops. I started with La Boulangerie and they make a great iced latte there. Very authentic.
I went to every vintage store on the way back towards the quarter and had brunch at Atchafalaya. I had the crab po’boy there and I think that was where I realised that I just don’t love southern food. It was good, crispy fried crab in the bread, but like everywhere else I found it salty and the bread sweet. It was a lovely spot to sit though and others seemed to be diggin’ their meals.
I walked all the way back to my guesthouse along magazine st, and did some great shopping at places along the way.
I met with Kook Teflon, a local medium and ancestral guide and did a great reading a d workshop with her. I highly recommend her to anyone interested in that sort of work. She’s also an amazing performance artist.
I got dolled up for the gig and headed over to Fritzels to see the Swinging Gypsies. They were bloody amazing, and I was invited to sing three songs with them. I felt like all my Christmases had come at once!
After the gig I did another walk down bourbon. Woah! It’s really intense especially if you don’t drink and are in a chill solo vibe! When I got back to the guesthouse my body was screaming for salad, so I ordered a vietnamese vermicelli salad from Ba Chi Canteen. It was huge and could have fed a family!
Day 4
I did High Priest Robi’s Voodou tour and it was an absolute highlight. Robi is an incredible historian and a real Character. He is not for the faint of heart but he is going to give you an incredible insight into real Voudou and the history of Congo square.
After the tour I decided to try a beignet and had some from Lorettas for brunch. I really did enjoy them they were absolutely delish. I got plain ones and listened to a band at the french market.
I then wandered around again and bought some perfume at Hove, which is also an historical experience.
My body was still screaming for fresh food so for dinner I went to Carmo. Oh my lord it is amazing! I had the Burmese fermented tea leaf salad and creole fish ceviche. Their mocktail was amazing and I was so enamoured of the food I ended with this Armenian ‘Banquette bread’ which was like a flat bread pan fried with banana, cinnamon and harvarti. Absolute winner!
Preservation hall after that and Haruka Kikuchi on the trombone with the allstars was a total winner!
Another walk down bourbon on the way home. It was even crazier as the long weekend approached!
Day 5
I wanted to see some nature and get in touch with the land so I signed up for the nola kayak tours morning trip. It was a great experience and we saw a gator, turtles, snakes and the guide gave us some great info about the manchak swamp region.
I’d hoped to go on a cemetery tour with Sally from Red Sash tours, she is the expert and has written books on the topic, but ai had another tour of treme in the evening planned so thought my dance card was full. Well the dude pulled out last minute which sucked, so I missed out on Sally’s tour as well.
I walked along the river and up magazine st to Surreys where my uber driver had recommended I eat. Nice place and I gave southern food one more try with shrimp And grits. I am sure it was a really good shrimp and grits but I realised it’s just not for me. Creamy savoury porridge with prawns. No!
Later I headed to Frenchman st to see some tunes and who did I spy at Bamboulas but the Swinging Gypsies. I went in for a drink and before I knew it I was singing with the band again!
After that I went to the spotted cat and saw the incredible all female jazz band The Shake it up jazz band, with Haruka Kikuchi on bone again. What a vibe that was!
I was pretty tired after the kayak tour where I had a double kayak alone in a strong headwind so i walked back to my guesthouse via carmo again. It was that good!
I walked about 18,000 steps a day, had many a culinary experience and really felt the magic of New Orleans.
I missed out on Toups, Verti Mart, the sculpture garden and city park, the tree of life uptown, bacchanal, oscar rossignoli at snug harbour, palm and pine, igors laundry and so much more! Next time I hope!
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I practice a lot of fasting so I didn’t eat as much as many people on here, but for me it was a lot!
Here’s what I did:
Day 1
Arrived to my hotel at Creole Gardens Guesthouse, which is a fabulous gem of a place in the lower garden district.
It was getting late and I was hungry so I followed their recommendation of eating at Superior Seafood and Oyster. I had a crawfish cake type appetiser and a salad. As an Australian, I found both to be really sweet and also really salty at the same time.
I caught the streetcar along St Charles to get there, and it was lovely, but deciding to walk the same route back wasn’t such a great vibe when it got dark. Ubers at dusk!
Day 2
I couldn’t resist my urge to walk, so after researching the neighbourhoods and so on, I walked over to Bearcat in the CBD. This was the first of many times I crossed under the interstate and it was fine. The homeless folks there are just doing their best and I had no trouble.
At bearcat I was intending just to have a coffee, but the vibe was that just sitting to have a drink isn’t really what they want. The latte in a nice pottery mug was really good, but the keto pancakes were a bit meh, and I didn’t finish them.
Then I trekked along Chatres to the Pharmacy museum, which was fantastic; I spent a good while in there.
I decided to check out Verti Marte for lunch, not realising it doesn’t have any seating. Loved the vibe of the proprieter and hoped to get back another day. His mate pointed me up to the french market so after consulting reddit I tried meals from the heart. I ordered a crab cake and after paying the equivalent of $25 Aussie I received one small crab cake on a shred of lettuce. I guess for the money I hoped it would be more substantial. It was real crab and very fresh, but a bit of a bank breaker when I am getting just 61c to the aussie dollar!
After that I wandered on the treme end of bourbon street, went to the Jazz museum and saw the Louis prima exhibit and then did a Passby the touristy end of bourbon. That was already enough for me.
After a freshen up I looked for dinner and tried Corporation Bar and Grill which is meant to have great authentic new orleans specials. It only serves lunch though so as a non drinker I had a club soda and fed the house doggo cheezits. I was getting pretty hungry though and maybe even hangry after the false starts so I ended up at Gus’s World famous fried chicken and had some chicken and fried pickles. It was very good!
Later on I went to the jam at the Royal Frenchman Hotel. Good sounds and I met a guitarist from local band The Swinging Gypsies, who invited me to sit in with his band the next day. Dream come true. I agreed enthusiastically!
Day 3
I needed some slow vibes so I caught the streetcar up St Charles all the way to Upline in Uptown and then wandered along Magazine St checking out all the shops. I started with La Boulangerie and they make a great iced latte there. Very authentic.
I went to every vintage store on the way back towards the quarter and had brunch at Atchafalaya. I had the crab po’boy there and I think that was where I realised that I just don’t love southern food. It was good, crispy fried crab in the bread, but like everywhere else I found it salty and the bread sweet. It was a lovely spot to sit though and others seemed to be diggin’ their meals.
I walked all the way back to my guesthouse along magazine st, and did some great shopping at places along the way.
I met with Kook Teflon, a local medium and ancestral guide and did a great reading a d workshop with her. I highly recommend her to anyone interested in that sort of work. She’s also an amazing performance artist.
I got dolled up for the gig and headed over to Fritzels to see the Swinging Gypsies. They were bloody amazing, and I was invited to sing three songs with them. I felt like all my Christmases had come at once!
After the gig I did another walk down bourbon. Woah! It’s really intense especially if you don’t drink and are in a chill solo vibe! When I got back to the guesthouse my body was screaming for salad, so I ordered a vietnamese vermicelli salad from Ba Chi Canteen. It was huge and could have fed a family!
Day 4
I did High Priest Robi’s Voodou tour and it was an absolute highlight. Robi is an incredible historian and a real Character. He is not for the faint of heart but he is going to give you an incredible insight into real Voudou and the history of Congo square.
After the tour I decided to try a beignet and had some from Lorettas for brunch. I really did enjoy them they were absolutely delish. I got plain ones and listened to a band at the french market.
I then wandered around again and bought some perfume at Hove, which is also an historical experience.
My body was still screaming for fresh food so for dinner I went to Carmo. Oh my lord it is amazing! I had the Burmese fermented tea leaf salad and creole fish ceviche. Their mocktail was amazing and I was so enamoured of the food I ended with this Armenian ‘Banquette bread’ which was like a flat bread pan fried with banana, cinnamon and harvarti. Absolute winner!
Preservation hall after that and Haruka Kikuchi on the trombone with the allstars was a total winner!
Another walk down bourbon on the way home. It was even crazier as the long weekend approached!
Day 5
I wanted to see some nature and get in touch with the land so I signed up for the nola kayak tours morning trip. It was a great experience and we saw a gator, turtles, snakes and the guide gave us some great info about the manchak swamp region.
I’d hoped to go on a cemetery tour with Sally from Red Sash tours, she is the expert and has written books on the topic, but ai had another tour of treme in the evening planned so thought my dance card was full. Well the dude pulled out last minute which sucked, so I missed out on Sally’s tour as well.
I walked along the river and up magazine st to Surreys where my uber driver had recommended I eat. Nice place and I gave southern food one more try with shrimp And grits. I am sure it was a really good shrimp and grits but I realised it’s just not for me. Creamy savoury porridge with prawns. No!
Later I headed to Frenchman st to see some tunes and who did I spy at Bamboulas but the Swinging Gypsies. I went in for a drink and before I knew it I was singing with the band again!
After that I went to the spotted cat and saw the incredible all female jazz band The Shake it up jazz band, with Haruka Kikuchi on bone again. What a vibe that was!
I was pretty tired after the kayak tour where I had a double kayak alone in a strong headwind so i walked back to my guesthouse via carmo again. It was that good!
I walked about 18,000 steps a day, had many a culinary experience and really felt the magic of New Orleans.
I missed out on Toups, Verti Mart, the sculpture garden and city park, the tree of life uptown, bacchanal, oscar rossignoli at snug harbour, palm and pine, igors laundry and so much more! Next time I hope!
2023.05.29 03:02 ThrowRA-temp-maybe F4F Fandom Roleplays!
-18+ -FxF -Discord only -Canon or OC -OOC chatter -AUs or Canon timelines
Hi! I’m coming out of a long hiatus, but have been watching a crap ton of anime outside of work soooooo yep! Creativity, and the itchy to roleplay is back!
I’m looking for 18+, FxF roleplays. I only feel comfortable roleplaying with other females :). I do work full time overnights, but I always try to send minimum of one message a day, if not more. I tend to do fast replies!
I prefer semi-lit. 2-3 Paragraphs for action packed or description scenes, but I’m a-ok with 1 paragraph too! For dialogue, or even just chiller times, I find that much more bearable haha. Also thing- Discord please! I prefer to make a server so we can keep OOC and the roleplay in separate channels :)
now the fun part- here are the fandoms I’m really looking for! From most wanted to least. And if you don’t see one you were hoping for here- just ask! I could always forget one :)
-Bungo Stray Dogs (I fricken love Dazai and Chuuya, okay :’)) -The God of Highschool -Death Parade -Attack on Titan -Vanitas no Carte -Demon Slayer -Tokyo Revengers -Inyuashiki Last Hero -Death Note
aaaaaand yeah that’s all I can think of off the top of my head for roleplays! If there’s others you’d like, feel free to reach out :)
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Hi! I’m coming out of a long hiatus, but have been watching a crap ton of anime outside of work soooooo yep! Creativity, and the itchy to roleplay is back!
I’m looking for 18+, FxF roleplays. I only feel comfortable roleplaying with other females :). I do work full time overnights, but I always try to send minimum of one message a day, if not more. I tend to do fast replies!
I prefer semi-lit. 2-3 Paragraphs for action packed or description scenes, but I’m a-ok with 1 paragraph too! For dialogue, or even just chiller times, I find that much more bearable haha. Also thing- Discord please! I prefer to make a server so we can keep OOC and the roleplay in separate channels :)
now the fun part- here are the fandoms I’m really looking for! From most wanted to least. And if you don’t see one you were hoping for here- just ask! I could always forget one :)
-Bungo Stray Dogs (I fricken love Dazai and Chuuya, okay :’)) -The God of Highschool -Death Parade -Attack on Titan -Vanitas no Carte -Demon Slayer -Tokyo Revengers -Inyuashiki Last Hero -Death Note
aaaaaand yeah that’s all I can think of off the top of my head for roleplays! If there’s others you’d like, feel free to reach out :)
2023.05.29 03:01 Darmanarya Hunting Pack chapter 3
((Credit goes to the one and only u/SpacePaladin15 for his Nature of Predators story upon which this is based! Still getting used to the formatting, but I think I am getting the hang of it!)) FIRST // PREVIOUS // NEXT
Memory transcription subject: Arxur exchange subject Syle
Date [standardized human time]: October 20, 2136
I don’t know which was a bigger pain in my tail. Jack, the shots, or these gnashing seats! There is nowhere for my tail to go and this cheap helicopter keeps bouncing all over the place! Sure, we had to use a civilian model to hide something was up, but could they at least have brought in a fancy one!
Ah well. The view is fantastic though. Gorgeous mountains as far as the eye could see. The valley was full of little towns and cities here and there, but it was mostly forest! One human called it a “park,” but my translator didn’t really have much to say about it. All I knew is that I had rarely seen so much green in my life!
Soon we went towards one of the taller mountains deeper in the wooded areas. Jack said something about being in his family a very long time, about how the park grew around it, and more but I couldn’t give a venlil shit about it yet. I was just busy… looking.
All my missions had been in cities since my small size let me hunt better there. Sure there were some hunts and collections that took place in more sparsely populated areas like this, but I never got to see them. Didn’t help I hatched on a ship and spent pretty much my whole life spacebound.
Soon we settled into a long, but pretty thin grassy area by a house. There was a long road made of loose rocks going down the mountains nearby and at the other end of the grass was a bunch of metal, wood, and more with a large pile of dirt and wood behind them. The house itself was HUGE! At least by my standards. It had two super large bay doors on one side, a wooden covered platform to stand guard, two floors with one huge window, and a orange-red stone pipe on the side pointing up, probably so one could have a fire inside. The sides were clearly made of trees stacked on their sides. A “log cabin” the pilot said.
Well, it's my home now. I wonder who else lives here? Its a barracks big enough for quite a few families.
As we climbed out of the helicopter I kept expecting someone to come out, but nobody did. “Hey Jack! Who else lives here?” I screamed out as the helicopter slowly lifted away. Gnashing thing was as loud as a krakotl! “Just me!” He called back as the helicopter floated away.
“Venlil shit. Who else?” I turned to him and crossed my arms. No way this complex was for one man!
“You now.” He said with a shrug as he walked to the door. He had changed into those blue pants and the small top that humans called a “t-shirt.” His other clothes and gear had been put in his car. “No really! I know its big, but hey, inheritance.” He bared his teeth in that “smile” andmade an odd noise. Laughing? “Welcome home. Besides, not like the gov would want anyone else knowing you are here. The basement is full of junk and guns and shit. Don’t worry about that. Upstairs is just my study and office.”
The first room was rather large. It had a TV, a place for a fire, a large and long chair made of animal skin, and a bunch of devices by the TV. In the next room was a kitchen that was far larger than I was used to. I read that humans prefer to “cook” food, but didn’t expect there to be so many tools to do it with.
“Rooms are down the hall.” He explained as he sat down on the long chair with a grunt. “Ohhh fuck yes. Here. Take a seat.” He patted the skin chair by himself and I sat down on the far side of it.
Oh. OH. Oh betterment this is heaven! The chair is cold, yes, but I thought it was just bloated! It was like sitting on what I thought a bed made of venlil fur felt like! I hissed and let my eyes close as I sunk into its embrace. As I relaxed for… probably the first time in my life really I listened and heard nothing.
No screaming sentients being butchered or eaten.
No tiny brained hunters arguing.
No engine or mechanical noises.
Silence besides some animals and the wind.
I could feel the long chair move a bit as the human clearly wanted to talk to me, but he didn’t. He let me just relax for awhile before getting up and leaving me in this bliss. I could feel my tail curling before I started to feel the cold air tickle my scales. Before I could complain though I heard doors opening and shutting followed by a smell.
FOOD.
My eyes shot open in time to see the human walking in with a bowl of red meat. Fresh. Red. Meat. I paused and looked up at him. This was a whole day’s rations. No! TWO days rations! In one bowl! I didn’t even know what it was from!
“It's just some cuts of venison I was planning on making a stew out of later. Nothing too fancy. OH! That is deer by the way. Non sentient.” He explained before putting the whole bowl in my lap. “It's not cooked or seasoned, but figured you would want something simple to start with.” He explained before sitting back down.
Mine? MINE!
Chunk after chunk of meat met my mouth. My teeth tearing into the soft, cold flesh. It was the best meat I had ever tasted in my LIFE! No taste of the fear, no shame of knowing something that thought suffered for this, and the taste alone! I had no words! I hissed as my tail went nuts. I ate and ate until the bowl was empty.
But by the prophet I was full. No. The prophet, betterment, hunters, it could all ROT for all I care! I closed my eyes again and relaxed. The human could slit my throat right now and I would be okay. My belly was full for the first time in my life. Not only that, but it was full of meat I didn’t feel horrible about. The chair I was in was the best thing I had ever sat on and nobody was screaming near me or looking for a reason to call me defective.
Did one of those shots kill me? This was too good to be life!
He let me lay there for a bit, my tail happily thumping as he started to set up a fire. Soon the room was warm with wonderful smells as well. This. This was almost too much.
Two of what humans called hours passed and I woke back up with a happy hiss. The night was starting to fall and the human was relaxed by me in looser fitting clothing that looked soft. I was covered in a blanket that felt like it was woven out of venlil fur and somehow the chair had tilted back and raised up the bottom to hold my feet and legs up.
He was tapping away on his datapad before looking over at me with a grin. “Hey, how do you feel?” He asked before looking back to his pad. His voice was soft, gentle, and sure even I could pick up on his amusement, but like rot I was going to care.
“Mmmf. Amazing.” My noises were… not intimidating at all, but for some reason he stiffened just a little. Weird, but it is my human. “If all the species in the galaxy knew of life like this I bet humans would have lines volunteer for even slavery.” I chuckled a bit before closing my eyes.
“Hm… probably not the slavery bit, but I do live comfy out here.” He chuckled a bit. “Hey, I am talking to random aliens on this app and a krakotl has the username “Firebird.” She is an exterminator so she just combined her job with what her species is. Gunna tell her about the mythical beast the phoenix.” He was already acting so casually around me. Guess seeing me sleep for so long made him drop his guard.
Not going to ruin this for ANYTHING though. Want more.
Wait. “Wait? You said a Krakotl exterminator? They are willing to talk to you? YOU are willing to talk to THEM after what they did to your kind?” I sat up and the chair returned to its normal setup. My eyes locked on his, there was no way he would be chatting with something like that!
“Yup.” He raised and lowered his shoulders again before tapping the top of his pad. “She didn’t attack us, just some crazy asshole of the same species. She wants to learn more about predators actually.” He explained. “It would be like me blaming you for what happened with the cradle. I read your empathy tests by the way. I know you didn’t like it.” His voice was calm, slow, gentle. Casually explaining to me he was talking with someone who should be both our enemy! Then again, I should be his. But here I am, just waking up from a short sleep on his comfy long-chair after he fed me.
Gnash it. Not going to worry about it.
“So… human… What are your plans for me?” I finally asked. No way he was just going to take me in like this without some sort of hard labor planned for me.
“Well. tonight and tomorrow get you settled in and teach you about human living.” Here it comes. The labor. “Then I will start setting you up with hunting lessons so you can help me hunt while I show you more things humans like.”
That wasn’t labor, that was more relaxing!
“So wait.” I pointed a claw at him as I narrowed my eyes. This was too good. “You just want to relax with me, teach me about human things, and spend time with me?”
His head moved up and down. “Yup. This is an exchange program. Not the prisoner kind either. We are here to learn about each other’s species. That, and make sure you don’t die.” He made that soft laughing noise again.
I sat back in the long chair again and stared at the ceiling. “So you have an Arxur female just in her prime, and you want to just… relax with her? You could do anything you want, make me do anything you want, and you just want to live with her?” I could barely believe it.
“Yup.” He nodded. “We don’t believe in slavery as humans. Fought wars to end it even.” He then went quiet for a few moments as his eyes went wide.
“Wait. FEMALE!?” He yelled out in clear surprise.
He didn’t know I was a girl!?
FIRST // PREVIOUS // NEXT
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Memory transcription subject: Arxur exchange subject Syle
Date [standardized human time]: October 20, 2136
I don’t know which was a bigger pain in my tail. Jack, the shots, or these gnashing seats! There is nowhere for my tail to go and this cheap helicopter keeps bouncing all over the place! Sure, we had to use a civilian model to hide something was up, but could they at least have brought in a fancy one!
Ah well. The view is fantastic though. Gorgeous mountains as far as the eye could see. The valley was full of little towns and cities here and there, but it was mostly forest! One human called it a “park,” but my translator didn’t really have much to say about it. All I knew is that I had rarely seen so much green in my life!
Soon we went towards one of the taller mountains deeper in the wooded areas. Jack said something about being in his family a very long time, about how the park grew around it, and more but I couldn’t give a venlil shit about it yet. I was just busy… looking.
All my missions had been in cities since my small size let me hunt better there. Sure there were some hunts and collections that took place in more sparsely populated areas like this, but I never got to see them. Didn’t help I hatched on a ship and spent pretty much my whole life spacebound.
Soon we settled into a long, but pretty thin grassy area by a house. There was a long road made of loose rocks going down the mountains nearby and at the other end of the grass was a bunch of metal, wood, and more with a large pile of dirt and wood behind them. The house itself was HUGE! At least by my standards. It had two super large bay doors on one side, a wooden covered platform to stand guard, two floors with one huge window, and a orange-red stone pipe on the side pointing up, probably so one could have a fire inside. The sides were clearly made of trees stacked on their sides. A “log cabin” the pilot said.
Well, it's my home now. I wonder who else lives here? Its a barracks big enough for quite a few families.
As we climbed out of the helicopter I kept expecting someone to come out, but nobody did. “Hey Jack! Who else lives here?” I screamed out as the helicopter slowly lifted away. Gnashing thing was as loud as a krakotl! “Just me!” He called back as the helicopter floated away.
“Venlil shit. Who else?” I turned to him and crossed my arms. No way this complex was for one man!
“You now.” He said with a shrug as he walked to the door. He had changed into those blue pants and the small top that humans called a “t-shirt.” His other clothes and gear had been put in his car. “No really! I know its big, but hey, inheritance.” He bared his teeth in that “smile” andmade an odd noise. Laughing? “Welcome home. Besides, not like the gov would want anyone else knowing you are here. The basement is full of junk and guns and shit. Don’t worry about that. Upstairs is just my study and office.”
The first room was rather large. It had a TV, a place for a fire, a large and long chair made of animal skin, and a bunch of devices by the TV. In the next room was a kitchen that was far larger than I was used to. I read that humans prefer to “cook” food, but didn’t expect there to be so many tools to do it with.
“Rooms are down the hall.” He explained as he sat down on the long chair with a grunt. “Ohhh fuck yes. Here. Take a seat.” He patted the skin chair by himself and I sat down on the far side of it.
Oh. OH. Oh betterment this is heaven! The chair is cold, yes, but I thought it was just bloated! It was like sitting on what I thought a bed made of venlil fur felt like! I hissed and let my eyes close as I sunk into its embrace. As I relaxed for… probably the first time in my life really I listened and heard nothing.
No screaming sentients being butchered or eaten.
No tiny brained hunters arguing.
No engine or mechanical noises.
Silence besides some animals and the wind.
I could feel the long chair move a bit as the human clearly wanted to talk to me, but he didn’t. He let me just relax for awhile before getting up and leaving me in this bliss. I could feel my tail curling before I started to feel the cold air tickle my scales. Before I could complain though I heard doors opening and shutting followed by a smell.
FOOD.
My eyes shot open in time to see the human walking in with a bowl of red meat. Fresh. Red. Meat. I paused and looked up at him. This was a whole day’s rations. No! TWO days rations! In one bowl! I didn’t even know what it was from!
“It's just some cuts of venison I was planning on making a stew out of later. Nothing too fancy. OH! That is deer by the way. Non sentient.” He explained before putting the whole bowl in my lap. “It's not cooked or seasoned, but figured you would want something simple to start with.” He explained before sitting back down.
Mine? MINE!
Chunk after chunk of meat met my mouth. My teeth tearing into the soft, cold flesh. It was the best meat I had ever tasted in my LIFE! No taste of the fear, no shame of knowing something that thought suffered for this, and the taste alone! I had no words! I hissed as my tail went nuts. I ate and ate until the bowl was empty.
But by the prophet I was full. No. The prophet, betterment, hunters, it could all ROT for all I care! I closed my eyes again and relaxed. The human could slit my throat right now and I would be okay. My belly was full for the first time in my life. Not only that, but it was full of meat I didn’t feel horrible about. The chair I was in was the best thing I had ever sat on and nobody was screaming near me or looking for a reason to call me defective.
Did one of those shots kill me? This was too good to be life!
He let me lay there for a bit, my tail happily thumping as he started to set up a fire. Soon the room was warm with wonderful smells as well. This. This was almost too much.
Two of what humans called hours passed and I woke back up with a happy hiss. The night was starting to fall and the human was relaxed by me in looser fitting clothing that looked soft. I was covered in a blanket that felt like it was woven out of venlil fur and somehow the chair had tilted back and raised up the bottom to hold my feet and legs up.
He was tapping away on his datapad before looking over at me with a grin. “Hey, how do you feel?” He asked before looking back to his pad. His voice was soft, gentle, and sure even I could pick up on his amusement, but like rot I was going to care.
“Mmmf. Amazing.” My noises were… not intimidating at all, but for some reason he stiffened just a little. Weird, but it is my human. “If all the species in the galaxy knew of life like this I bet humans would have lines volunteer for even slavery.” I chuckled a bit before closing my eyes.
“Hm… probably not the slavery bit, but I do live comfy out here.” He chuckled a bit. “Hey, I am talking to random aliens on this app and a krakotl has the username “Firebird.” She is an exterminator so she just combined her job with what her species is. Gunna tell her about the mythical beast the phoenix.” He was already acting so casually around me. Guess seeing me sleep for so long made him drop his guard.
Not going to ruin this for ANYTHING though. Want more.
Wait. “Wait? You said a Krakotl exterminator? They are willing to talk to you? YOU are willing to talk to THEM after what they did to your kind?” I sat up and the chair returned to its normal setup. My eyes locked on his, there was no way he would be chatting with something like that!
“Yup.” He raised and lowered his shoulders again before tapping the top of his pad. “She didn’t attack us, just some crazy asshole of the same species. She wants to learn more about predators actually.” He explained. “It would be like me blaming you for what happened with the cradle. I read your empathy tests by the way. I know you didn’t like it.” His voice was calm, slow, gentle. Casually explaining to me he was talking with someone who should be both our enemy! Then again, I should be his. But here I am, just waking up from a short sleep on his comfy long-chair after he fed me.
Gnash it. Not going to worry about it.
“So… human… What are your plans for me?” I finally asked. No way he was just going to take me in like this without some sort of hard labor planned for me.
“Well. tonight and tomorrow get you settled in and teach you about human living.” Here it comes. The labor. “Then I will start setting you up with hunting lessons so you can help me hunt while I show you more things humans like.”
That wasn’t labor, that was more relaxing!
“So wait.” I pointed a claw at him as I narrowed my eyes. This was too good. “You just want to relax with me, teach me about human things, and spend time with me?”
His head moved up and down. “Yup. This is an exchange program. Not the prisoner kind either. We are here to learn about each other’s species. That, and make sure you don’t die.” He made that soft laughing noise again.
I sat back in the long chair again and stared at the ceiling. “So you have an Arxur female just in her prime, and you want to just… relax with her? You could do anything you want, make me do anything you want, and you just want to live with her?” I could barely believe it.
“Yup.” He nodded. “We don’t believe in slavery as humans. Fought wars to end it even.” He then went quiet for a few moments as his eyes went wide.
“Wait. FEMALE!?” He yelled out in clear surprise.
He didn’t know I was a girl!?
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| Bourne Legacy | HD | MA | $0.75 |
| Bourne Legacy | HD | iTunes | $0.75 |
| Brady Bunch Movie, The | HD | Vudu | $5 |
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| Breaking Bad Season 5 Part 1 | HD | Vudu | $5 |
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| Bring it on World #CheerSmack | HD | iTunes | $0.50 |
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| Cabin in the Woods | UHD | Vudu | $4 |
| Call of the Wild | HD | MA | $3 |
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| Call of the Wild | 4K | MA | $5 |
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| Cinderella (Live Action) | HD | GP | $3 |
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| Coco | HD | GP | $2 |
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| Croods | HD | iTunes | $3 |
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| Daddy's Home 2 | HD | Vudu | $1.50 |
| Daniel Craig 5 Film Collection -- Casino Royale, Quantum of Solace, Skyfall, Spectre, No Time to Die | 4K | Vudu | $20 |
| Deadpool | HD | MA | $1.50 |
| Deadpool | 4K | iTunes | $3 |
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| Divergent | SD | Vudu | $0.50 |
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| Doctor Strange: In the Multiverse of Madness | HD | GP | $3 |
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| Dumbo (2019) | HD | GP | $3 |
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| Furious 7 | HD | Vudu | $3 |
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| Fury | HD | MA | $2.50 |
| G.I. Joe: Rise of Cobra | SD | iTunes | $1.50 |
| Girls Trip | HD | MA | $0.75 |
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| Godfather Part 3 Coda, The | 4K | Vudu or iTunes | $5 |
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| Heavy Metal 2000 | HD | MA | $6.50 |
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| Highlander | 4K | Vudu | $5.50 |
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| Hitchcock | HD | iTunes | $2 |
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| House with a Clock in its Walls (2018) | HD | MA | $4 |
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| Hugo | HD | Vudu | $2 |
| Hugo | SD | iTunes | $0.75 |
| Hugo | HD | iTunes | $2 |
| Hunger Games | SD | Vudu | $0.50 |
| Hunger Games | SD | iTunes | $0.50 |
| Hunger Games: Catching Fire | SD | Vudu, iTunes or GP | $0.50 |
| Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 1 | SD | iTunes | $0.50 |
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| Independence Day: Resurgence | HD | MA | $2 |
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| Justin Bieber Never Say Never | SD | iTunes | $1.50 |
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| La La Land | HD | Vudu | $2 |
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| Lady and the Tramp (Signature Collection) | HD | GP | $4 |
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| Let's Be Cops | HD | MA | $1 |
| Lightyear | HD | Vudu | $3.50 |
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| Lilo & Stitch 2 - Stitch Has a Glitch | HD | MA | $4 |
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| Lion King (Animated) | HD | MA | $4.50 |
| Lion King (Animated) | HD | GP | $4.50 |
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| Little House on the Prairie Season 4 | SD | Vudu | $3 |
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| Little Mermaid, The | HD | MA | $4.50 |
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| Maleficent 2: Mistress of Evil | HD | GP | $3 |
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| Mary Poppins Returns | HD | MA | $4 |
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| Monster High - Electrified | HD | iTunes | $0.50 |
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| Perks of Being a Wallflower | SD | iTunes | $0.50 |
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| Pitch Perfect | HD | iTunes | $1 |
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| Planes: Fire & Rescue | HD | MA | $4 |
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| Poltergeist | 4K | MA | $5.50 |
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| Power Rangers | HD | iTunes | $2 |
| Pride & Prejudice (2005) | HD | iTunes | $2 |
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| Raiders of the Lost Ark | 4K | Vudu or iTunes | $5 |
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| Ralph Breaks the Internet | HD | GP | $2 |
| Raya and the Last Dragon | HD | MA | $4 |
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| Safe | SD | iTunes | $0.50 |
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| Ted | HD | iTunes | $1 |
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2023.05.29 02:48 Bannkkun [For Hire] Commissions are OPEN!
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2023.05.29 02:36 I_am_Fang_Yuan_ SO WHAT ?? SO WHAT!! SO WHAT IF WE FALL !! SO WHAT IF WE FAIL! SO WHAT IF WE DIE !!
Why is the World chaotic? why is Life so unfair? why is Life so hard? why do we have to Struggle so much ??
Because Life is Suffering !!
Look outside, all the buildings, all the people, literally even countries will COLLAPSE, you think the world will always be the same?? That is only the thinking of the Foolish!! WW2 was literally 80 years ago!
TIME EATS EVERYTHING!
Its already got a Bite of me, its already got a Bite of You, it bites Everyone and Everything, Kingdoms, Empires, NOTHING survives TIME Everything is at its mercy!!
Time is the Supreme Judge!
Look at your Body! a mind puppet, a nesting place of disease, weak, easily broken, easily destroyed, one day it will Rot and only bones will remain of it!
People are Naive if they think Peace will last forever!!
No! Conflict over Benefits, Human desires and Chaos itself is inherent in Human Beings, they are a Feature! its made that way on Purpose!
To Eat, you Must Kill!
Flesh of animals is nourishing, builds your body and supplies everything needed! To survive one must Consume flesh and other creatures energy!
Heaven and Earth Does Not give a single fuck about whatever Happens! Kill, get killed, rape, ge raped, steal or get stolen from! To Heaven and Earth Good and Evil are the Same!
My fellow human beings, It is NOT US that are EVIL! IT IS THE WORLD THAT IS EVIL!
It is the World that FORCES US to Kill, Compete, the Weak get eliminated, Heaven and earth doesnt give a fuck that we Pollute or destroy, Cause it knows it will Hit us right in the face with EXTINCTION!
FATE, GOD, UNIVERSE, The Supreme controllers, they are the EVIL! They are the thing that should be frowned Upon! It bounds us All Beings, makes us Suffer, makes us Grieve, makes us do evil or be taken advantage of!!
Their Spider threads spread towards Everything, They are the Ones that makes us Suffer? Yet God asks us to Repent ??!!! REPENT FOR WHAT !!!
WHY CANT WE BE FREE ???
Nature can Fashion strong Bodies for animals, a Lizard can regrow its body parts, a fish can swim underwater, the Dna in all creatures is insanely Complex and beyond any human capibilities, the potential for a good creation is Limitless!!
IF NATURE WANTED, WE COULD LIVE FOR CENTURIES
WHY DO WE HAVE TO DIE?? TO SUFFER???
WHY CANT WE LIVE A LIFE FULL OF ENDLESS WEALTH? TO BE PROGRAMMED FOR GOOD!
To live in Balance, Pain to learn and Pleasure to enjoy and be good
YET it is the Opposite, the Pain of Existence is endless! Accidents are Everywhere!
We are pitiful creatures that are at the mercy of Everything!
WHY CANT WE JUST LIVE LONG WITH OUR LOVED ONES WITHOUT THE FEAR OF DEATH???
But NOOO!! We have to Suffer, worry, Grieve!! and in the end DIE!
This is the World!
Time doesnt care nor does God nor does the Universe!!!
there will be a WW3, a WW4, a WW5, a WW6 and even more, even if Humanity gets near Extinction and to Nuclear War, We will Breed again, stabilise and REGROW ONLY FOR THE SAME CYCLE TO REPEAT !!!
THE ONLY PERMANENCE IS IMPERMANENCE! Everything is Born to Die!
and So it is.....................
SO?
SO ??
SO WHAT !!!
SO WHAT IF WE HAVE TO DIE AND SUFFER, SO WHAT !!!
SO WHAT IF WE ARE BOUND, SO WHAT IF IT ALL COLLAPSES!!
SO WHAT IF OUR LIFE IS A COMPLETE FAILURE!!
SO WHAT IF OUR LIFE BECOMES A BLACKHOLE OF SUFFERING!!!
SO WHAT !!!
I WILL LIVE MY OWN LIFE THE WAY I WANT TO LIVE IT!!!
I WILL LIVE WITH UPTMOST FREEDOM! THE WAY I WANTED, EVEN IF IT ALL COLLAPSES, I DONT CARE!!
NEVER BLAME YOURSELVES MY FRIENDS, BLAME FATE! BLAME GOD! BLAME THE UNIVERSE!!
REBELL AGAINST EVERYTHING! REBELL AGAINST GOD!! REBELL AGAINST FATE!!
REBELL AGAINST LIFE AND DEATH !!!
NEVER SURRENDER TO THEIR EVIL!!
BECOME MAD!! MADNESS IS LIFE !!
MADNESS IS FREEDOM!!
ONLY AN UNYIELDING SPIRIT CAN FACE EVERYTHING !!!
as Fang yuan said :
"I struggle to survive in the mortal world
I came to life and I joined the world.
I lived my own life, I LIVED ACCORDING TO MY OWN FEELINGS
EVEN IF THE WAVES TOSS ME UP AND DOWN, SENDING ME TO THE BORDER OF DEATH
I WILL NEVER GRIEVE, LAMENT, FEAR, OR WORRY!!
I WILL SAVOR THESE FLAVORS THOROUGHLY, I WILL STILL LAUGH CRAZILY UNTIL THE END!!
I AM TRUE TO MY NATURE.
I AM A TRUE PERSON !!"
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Because Life is Suffering !!
Look outside, all the buildings, all the people, literally even countries will COLLAPSE, you think the world will always be the same?? That is only the thinking of the Foolish!! WW2 was literally 80 years ago!
TIME EATS EVERYTHING!
Its already got a Bite of me, its already got a Bite of You, it bites Everyone and Everything, Kingdoms, Empires, NOTHING survives TIME Everything is at its mercy!!
Time is the Supreme Judge!
Look at your Body! a mind puppet, a nesting place of disease, weak, easily broken, easily destroyed, one day it will Rot and only bones will remain of it!
People are Naive if they think Peace will last forever!!
No! Conflict over Benefits, Human desires and Chaos itself is inherent in Human Beings, they are a Feature! its made that way on Purpose!
To Eat, you Must Kill!
Flesh of animals is nourishing, builds your body and supplies everything needed! To survive one must Consume flesh and other creatures energy!
Heaven and Earth Does Not give a single fuck about whatever Happens! Kill, get killed, rape, ge raped, steal or get stolen from! To Heaven and Earth Good and Evil are the Same!
My fellow human beings, It is NOT US that are EVIL! IT IS THE WORLD THAT IS EVIL!
It is the World that FORCES US to Kill, Compete, the Weak get eliminated, Heaven and earth doesnt give a fuck that we Pollute or destroy, Cause it knows it will Hit us right in the face with EXTINCTION!
FATE, GOD, UNIVERSE, The Supreme controllers, they are the EVIL! They are the thing that should be frowned Upon! It bounds us All Beings, makes us Suffer, makes us Grieve, makes us do evil or be taken advantage of!!
Their Spider threads spread towards Everything, They are the Ones that makes us Suffer? Yet God asks us to Repent ??!!! REPENT FOR WHAT !!!
WHY CANT WE BE FREE ???
Nature can Fashion strong Bodies for animals, a Lizard can regrow its body parts, a fish can swim underwater, the Dna in all creatures is insanely Complex and beyond any human capibilities, the potential for a good creation is Limitless!!
IF NATURE WANTED, WE COULD LIVE FOR CENTURIES
WHY DO WE HAVE TO DIE?? TO SUFFER???
WHY CANT WE LIVE A LIFE FULL OF ENDLESS WEALTH? TO BE PROGRAMMED FOR GOOD!
To live in Balance, Pain to learn and Pleasure to enjoy and be good
YET it is the Opposite, the Pain of Existence is endless! Accidents are Everywhere!
We are pitiful creatures that are at the mercy of Everything!
WHY CANT WE JUST LIVE LONG WITH OUR LOVED ONES WITHOUT THE FEAR OF DEATH???
But NOOO!! We have to Suffer, worry, Grieve!! and in the end DIE!
This is the World!
Time doesnt care nor does God nor does the Universe!!!
there will be a WW3, a WW4, a WW5, a WW6 and even more, even if Humanity gets near Extinction and to Nuclear War, We will Breed again, stabilise and REGROW ONLY FOR THE SAME CYCLE TO REPEAT !!!
THE ONLY PERMANENCE IS IMPERMANENCE! Everything is Born to Die!
and So it is.....................
SO?
SO ??
SO WHAT !!!
SO WHAT IF WE HAVE TO DIE AND SUFFER, SO WHAT !!!
SO WHAT IF WE ARE BOUND, SO WHAT IF IT ALL COLLAPSES!!
SO WHAT IF OUR LIFE IS A COMPLETE FAILURE!!
SO WHAT IF OUR LIFE BECOMES A BLACKHOLE OF SUFFERING!!!
SO WHAT !!!
I WILL LIVE MY OWN LIFE THE WAY I WANT TO LIVE IT!!!
I WILL LIVE WITH UPTMOST FREEDOM! THE WAY I WANTED, EVEN IF IT ALL COLLAPSES, I DONT CARE!!
NEVER BLAME YOURSELVES MY FRIENDS, BLAME FATE! BLAME GOD! BLAME THE UNIVERSE!!
REBELL AGAINST EVERYTHING! REBELL AGAINST GOD!! REBELL AGAINST FATE!!
REBELL AGAINST LIFE AND DEATH !!!
NEVER SURRENDER TO THEIR EVIL!!
BECOME MAD!! MADNESS IS LIFE !!
MADNESS IS FREEDOM!!
ONLY AN UNYIELDING SPIRIT CAN FACE EVERYTHING !!!
as Fang yuan said :
"I struggle to survive in the mortal world
I came to life and I joined the world.
I lived my own life, I LIVED ACCORDING TO MY OWN FEELINGS
EVEN IF THE WAVES TOSS ME UP AND DOWN, SENDING ME TO THE BORDER OF DEATH
I WILL NEVER GRIEVE, LAMENT, FEAR, OR WORRY!!
I WILL SAVOR THESE FLAVORS THOROUGHLY, I WILL STILL LAUGH CRAZILY UNTIL THE END!!
I AM TRUE TO MY NATURE.
I AM A TRUE PERSON !!"
2023.05.29 02:23 StonyGiddens Why am I not bigger?
Hi bad women -- sorry if this is not all loud, apologies if TMI. CW: males anatomies.
I learned from your anatomy sub that female parts get stretched out from too much sex, so now I never date females who say they have full-filling sex lives. None of my girlfriends ever said so, at least.
But then I realized that my male jack is made of basically the same stuff as a female jack. So it seems like the pressure inside my beefstick has to be pretty much the same as the outwards pressure it puts on the inside of a hot pocket (the body part, not the snack).(well, once the snack but that was an experiment)
So if lady holes are getting stretched out, I should also be stretching a bit every time I have sex. But I then realized that should also happen every time I get wood. Especially when I get wood without having sex, because there is no womanly comfort to contain the pressure.
I'm getting to be kind of medium aged, so I figure I've pitched at least 20,000 tents in my life time. Probably way more.
So if I started out slightly less thick than average (ok its true) at like 10 cm circumference, and it stretched every time I had a chub by like a teensy tiny 1/10th of a micron -- which is a super conservative estimate, it's like 1/500th the width of a human hair -- my bad boy should now be almost 74 centimeters in circumference now.
From the formula of circumference = pi * D, my D should be about 26 cm, which is like 10" across.
If length works the same, my pipe should be 118 cm long -- or about 46".
So my panty python should now be the width of a mega roll of paper towels and the length of a ski pole or something. I should being carrying it over my shoulder like a roll of carpet. When I get stiff it should just tear my pants clean apart.
But yet... it's pretty much the same size as it was when I was a younger man. I don't get it. Sometimes I wake up so bad it feels like it's going to burst, and it has to be stretching out a little every time and getting a teeny tiny bit bigger. I mean, why wouldn't it? Hello? That's just science.
I've low-key started looking at other guy's crotches, and I noticed none of them -- NOT A SINGLE ONE -- has anything more than like a modest bump. Like, maybe you could coil up 8 to 10 inches in there, maybe 12 if you did like one of those sailor's monkeyfist rope keychains. But dudes my age should be slinging at least three times that.
So now I get to thinking, "Maybe the bad women don't really know anatomy?" Maybe shame on you for putting misinformation on the Internet? Why would you do that? The ad men should have you band.
I don't want to be a little prick about it, but I kinda feel like y'all owe me a four foot chode. I'm just putting it out there.
/s
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I learned from your anatomy sub that female parts get stretched out from too much sex, so now I never date females who say they have full-filling sex lives. None of my girlfriends ever said so, at least.
But then I realized that my male jack is made of basically the same stuff as a female jack. So it seems like the pressure inside my beefstick has to be pretty much the same as the outwards pressure it puts on the inside of a hot pocket (the body part, not the snack).(well, once the snack but that was an experiment)
So if lady holes are getting stretched out, I should also be stretching a bit every time I have sex. But I then realized that should also happen every time I get wood. Especially when I get wood without having sex, because there is no womanly comfort to contain the pressure.
I'm getting to be kind of medium aged, so I figure I've pitched at least 20,000 tents in my life time. Probably way more.
So if I started out slightly less thick than average (ok its true) at like 10 cm circumference, and it stretched every time I had a chub by like a teensy tiny 1/10th of a micron -- which is a super conservative estimate, it's like 1/500th the width of a human hair -- my bad boy should now be almost 74 centimeters in circumference now.
From the formula of circumference = pi * D, my D should be about 26 cm, which is like 10" across.
If length works the same, my pipe should be 118 cm long -- or about 46".
So my panty python should now be the width of a mega roll of paper towels and the length of a ski pole or something. I should being carrying it over my shoulder like a roll of carpet. When I get stiff it should just tear my pants clean apart.
But yet... it's pretty much the same size as it was when I was a younger man. I don't get it. Sometimes I wake up so bad it feels like it's going to burst, and it has to be stretching out a little every time and getting a teeny tiny bit bigger. I mean, why wouldn't it? Hello? That's just science.
I've low-key started looking at other guy's crotches, and I noticed none of them -- NOT A SINGLE ONE -- has anything more than like a modest bump. Like, maybe you could coil up 8 to 10 inches in there, maybe 12 if you did like one of those sailor's monkeyfist rope keychains. But dudes my age should be slinging at least three times that.
So now I get to thinking, "Maybe the bad women don't really know anatomy?" Maybe shame on you for putting misinformation on the Internet? Why would you do that? The ad men should have you band.
I don't want to be a little prick about it, but I kinda feel like y'all owe me a four foot chode. I'm just putting it out there.
/s
2023.05.29 02:15 strawberrymilktea07 I felt so guilty towards Jesus
I want to share story of how God has shaped, nurtured and taken care of me since I was born until now 24 years and a half age, He has not even once left my side.
I have a super low self-esteem on myself because I was obese since 5 years old until college. During those kids to teen periods, people, either male/female, made fun of how I looked before, sometimes even going to publicly mock me. In my family also, there have been major familial problem (which I won't discuss too much in this post yet) that also destroyed the happy childhood and teen of my life. It was really depressing (clue: love affair of my parents that only me and my two little siblings knew) and I felt like either in school or home, I questioned where God's presence is when I needed him the most? I questioned him why these family problems and constant bullying keep happening to me? Why was I born, even? I kept cursing how I looked, my face, my body. Especially this feeling and cursing intensified after my ex-girlfriend in college broke up with me and she chose someone muscular and better body shape than me. I was in a really bad shape, physically and mentally.
Fast forward now I am a Ph.D student in USA, away from my family. At that time, I slowly started to reduce cursing myself and God pushed me to fix how I look. I lost lot of weight, built lot of muscles that I practically became different person. However, the questions above still remained unanswered and I was sometimes still being ungrateful kid and did not completely accept myself completely. One day, I went to a bookstore with my little brother and while he was in the restroom, I checked and stayed in the Christian book section, standing still there and through His amazing grace, I heard a voice clearly that He said to me why was I born and why He let me these problems keep happening to me. He gave me an image super clearly in my mind of when I was a baby and lifted my hand, He was there watching me delivered into this world and how He hold my tiny hand. Even when I cried when I was 14, I physically felt the touching of His hand (other people might not believe my story) when I desperately asked Him to help my family situation. This means that since I was baby, young teen, now young adult 24 years old, He has always been, is, and will always be with me and He extends His hand to help me. After I got some of the answer that day, my life has never been the same. I cried so much back in home, because I felt so guilty and evil towards God since I kept cursing me myself, or my body, which are all His creation based on His own image. What even the difference is between me and those people who spitting, cursing and pointing at Jesus Christ while He was on the cross? How could I ever repay His kindness, despite me being a really bad son of His.
I could not contain my feeling of guilty, sadness, anger towards myself, and at that day, I promised to God that I will always be so grateful I could enter new day, breathing, talking, walking, eating, normally with this blessed body given to me by Him and to not ever do the same mistakes I have been doing for the past 24 years. Since that day, I kept recording my diary with God that I always start everyday with a sentence "Thank you God, for allowing me to enter new day with this healthy body from You". I want to repay this 24 years of living full of cursing myself, until I am old and not in this world again, by devoting my entire soul, body, mind to Him and I want to be much closer with God. If I could choose, I wanted to turn back time and asked God, if possible, I don't want to grow and mature spiritually by mocking Him, indirectly, by cursing myself for so many years because of all of these guilts I contained, but that's where His kindness is highlighted. God is so patience that sacrificed Himself, His feelings, so that He did not ignore me and let me spiritually mature as His son. I also learned that no matter how much effort you put in shaping your life, if I did not involve God in it, I still wasn't able to learn from Jesus as the role model and completely accept the way I am now.
Thank you for reading my story and I hope this can serve as a kind reminder that God loves you, however you look, what races, what kind of family or your background, He is our loving Father in heaven and will always protect you, me, and everyone.
submitted by strawberrymilktea07 to Christian [link] [comments]
I have a super low self-esteem on myself because I was obese since 5 years old until college. During those kids to teen periods, people, either male/female, made fun of how I looked before, sometimes even going to publicly mock me. In my family also, there have been major familial problem (which I won't discuss too much in this post yet) that also destroyed the happy childhood and teen of my life. It was really depressing (clue: love affair of my parents that only me and my two little siblings knew) and I felt like either in school or home, I questioned where God's presence is when I needed him the most? I questioned him why these family problems and constant bullying keep happening to me? Why was I born, even? I kept cursing how I looked, my face, my body. Especially this feeling and cursing intensified after my ex-girlfriend in college broke up with me and she chose someone muscular and better body shape than me. I was in a really bad shape, physically and mentally.
Fast forward now I am a Ph.D student in USA, away from my family. At that time, I slowly started to reduce cursing myself and God pushed me to fix how I look. I lost lot of weight, built lot of muscles that I practically became different person. However, the questions above still remained unanswered and I was sometimes still being ungrateful kid and did not completely accept myself completely. One day, I went to a bookstore with my little brother and while he was in the restroom, I checked and stayed in the Christian book section, standing still there and through His amazing grace, I heard a voice clearly that He said to me why was I born and why He let me these problems keep happening to me. He gave me an image super clearly in my mind of when I was a baby and lifted my hand, He was there watching me delivered into this world and how He hold my tiny hand. Even when I cried when I was 14, I physically felt the touching of His hand (other people might not believe my story) when I desperately asked Him to help my family situation. This means that since I was baby, young teen, now young adult 24 years old, He has always been, is, and will always be with me and He extends His hand to help me. After I got some of the answer that day, my life has never been the same. I cried so much back in home, because I felt so guilty and evil towards God since I kept cursing me myself, or my body, which are all His creation based on His own image. What even the difference is between me and those people who spitting, cursing and pointing at Jesus Christ while He was on the cross? How could I ever repay His kindness, despite me being a really bad son of His.
I could not contain my feeling of guilty, sadness, anger towards myself, and at that day, I promised to God that I will always be so grateful I could enter new day, breathing, talking, walking, eating, normally with this blessed body given to me by Him and to not ever do the same mistakes I have been doing for the past 24 years. Since that day, I kept recording my diary with God that I always start everyday with a sentence "Thank you God, for allowing me to enter new day with this healthy body from You". I want to repay this 24 years of living full of cursing myself, until I am old and not in this world again, by devoting my entire soul, body, mind to Him and I want to be much closer with God. If I could choose, I wanted to turn back time and asked God, if possible, I don't want to grow and mature spiritually by mocking Him, indirectly, by cursing myself for so many years because of all of these guilts I contained, but that's where His kindness is highlighted. God is so patience that sacrificed Himself, His feelings, so that He did not ignore me and let me spiritually mature as His son. I also learned that no matter how much effort you put in shaping your life, if I did not involve God in it, I still wasn't able to learn from Jesus as the role model and completely accept the way I am now.
Thank you for reading my story and I hope this can serve as a kind reminder that God loves you, however you look, what races, what kind of family or your background, He is our loving Father in heaven and will always protect you, me, and everyone.
2023.05.29 02:07 DrManhattan16 The Quest for Funko Pops
It was...plain. Brown hair, white skin, and vague facial features made up the head, while the body was a t-shirt and jeans.
It felt like the Nike Off-Whites of Funko Pops.
"I gotta ask, what do you do with all the money you make off making these?" I asked off-handedly.
"Save money, but I always splurge a bit. Tonight, I'll probably buy a roast ham for my family if you buy this one. It's a milestone."
In my mind, I suddenly held the power of life over some distant pig, a dirty thing that was treated poorly until the time came to hack it apart. I would certainly never do such a thing myself, a half-eaten salad sitting on the front passenger seat of my car.
"You've got yourself a deal," I said as I handed over the money.
++++
The Funko Pop pair in my hands were unique in that both were considered part of the same product.
The first had blue hair and fancy glasses over its feminine features. The cheeks were slightly bubbled. Tiny dots along the t-shirt indicated a host of pins and stickers, while its right hand held a cell phone up at the viewer. If I turned it, the screen was painted to look like it was writing a short bird message. There was some sentence about believing science on whatever space was left of the t-shirt.
The second had soft red hair and freckles. The eyes and mouth were curled into a smile, giving it a grandfatherly-expression. The clothes were that of a cowboy, but I could make out the words about making the nation great again on the shirt.
"You know who these two people are, right?" I asked the seller.
"Yeah."
"Didn't this one literally set a hospital on fire?"
"And the other killed someone at the same protest, yeah."
"And you don't think it's weird to make figures about them?"
"Nothing weird about it. I'd be a fucking idiot to not try and cash in on currently trending people. What's weird are the people who come to buy it."
"What about them is weird?"
"Well, some are outright buying it because of what they did at that protest. The other type just buys it because they liked what those people did before the protest."
I nodded in understanding. Both were renowned philanthropists, responsible for funding education, housing, and medical facilities for the impoverished. Even my grandmother, who didn't pay attention to the news, effusively praised them.
"What about collectors who just want a full collection? Like me?"
"To be honest, you struck me initially as the kind of person who buys things because other people hate it."
Ouch.
"You've got yourself a deal," I said as I handed over the money.
++++
This Funko Pop's hair was longer than I had expected, the blonde curls extending to the waist. I did like, however, that the book in its left hand was in pristine condition, that was hard to get and why I had driven so far to get it. Also, the business shirt and skirt looked damn cute.
"Kinda weird to see one for her," I remarked.
"I don't, uh, follow? Sorry, it just feels totally normal that they made one for her. I mean, fuck TERFs and all that, but she is a billionaire." The seller squinted at me. "Are you a TERF? I don't sell to them."
"No, no, not at all. Just found it weird, that's all. It's just, the reason she's famous is way old now. It had its moment, who cares now?"
"Yeah, but all the kids who read her stuff grew up and can now buy movie tickets and merchandise. Like a Funko Pop," they said, gesturing to the figure in my hand.
"True, true. Are you-"
"Listen, I'm very busy. Are you going to buy it or not?"
"Sorry, just checking one last thing. I thought you said in your text you'd be free all day, though? Just wondering, that's all."
"She," the seller pointed at the figure, "is coming to this town to talk about how everyone needs to tell their representative to vote a certain way on that one bill, and I don't want to be in this place when she gives her hateful rant. I'm only here because you're the only one willing to buy this from me, everyone else I know won't touch it."
It made sense, I supposed.
"You've got yourself a deal," I said as I handed over the money. Untraceable at the seller's insistence, since officially tracked re-sales sent a portion of the money to the depicted person.
++++
I frowned at the figure in my hand. The hair looked even more painted on than official images suggested. It was as if a black sharpie had been used on the chocolate skin instead of permanent paint. Still, at least the red clothes and skull necklace didn't look as cheap.
"So...Hey, HEY! Can you turn that down a bit!" I shouted at the seller.
They turned the music down. "Sorry, what were you saying?"
"Uh...I forgot. But that was his famous song, right?" I pointed at the figure.
"He's got multiple famous albums, my friend. But yes, it was his music. I have all his stuff."
"Neat. How come you're selling this, then? Do you not like Funko Pops?"
"Nah. That's for kids to play with." They paused. "Or collectors to buy, sorry."
I waved it off with my other hand. "Did you hear about what he said recently?"
"What are you referring to?"
"He was talking about how he would ensure all people of certain religions were removed from government positions."
"Oh, really? I guess I need to catch up on the news. I drove a while to get here, so..."
"Right. You've got yourself a deal," I said as I handed over the money. I knew a portion of it would undoubtedly find its way into the depicted person's political campaign.
++++
I didn't even look at the figure in the seller's hand. "Excuse me, are you by any chance-"
He rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm Adolf Hitler. The man who ordered six million Jews and many others killed. I started World War 2 and got resettled here as a condition of surrendering."
"Huh. So...why are you dealing in Funko Pops?"
"I'm trying to establish myself as an artist, and making custom figurines pays well. Do you want it or not?"
"...Out of curiosity, what do you do with all the money you make? I saw that you made several hundred thousand just last year alone."
"Fund my local Neo-Nazi chapter. They killed two undesirables last month, I really wish they wouldn't slack like that. Anyway, do you want it or not?"
I stared at him for a moment, then down at the figure.
"You've got yourself a deal," I said as I handed over the money.
++++
As I drove home that day, I looked at the plastic box placed where the passenger's feet would be. It had been empty when I started and was now totally full. In terms of collecting, it had been a spectacular success.
A part of me wondered just how stained my soul had become this day.
submitted by DrManhattan16 to theschism [link] [comments]
It felt like the Nike Off-Whites of Funko Pops.
"I gotta ask, what do you do with all the money you make off making these?" I asked off-handedly.
"Save money, but I always splurge a bit. Tonight, I'll probably buy a roast ham for my family if you buy this one. It's a milestone."
In my mind, I suddenly held the power of life over some distant pig, a dirty thing that was treated poorly until the time came to hack it apart. I would certainly never do such a thing myself, a half-eaten salad sitting on the front passenger seat of my car.
"You've got yourself a deal," I said as I handed over the money.
++++
The Funko Pop pair in my hands were unique in that both were considered part of the same product.
The first had blue hair and fancy glasses over its feminine features. The cheeks were slightly bubbled. Tiny dots along the t-shirt indicated a host of pins and stickers, while its right hand held a cell phone up at the viewer. If I turned it, the screen was painted to look like it was writing a short bird message. There was some sentence about believing science on whatever space was left of the t-shirt.
The second had soft red hair and freckles. The eyes and mouth were curled into a smile, giving it a grandfatherly-expression. The clothes were that of a cowboy, but I could make out the words about making the nation great again on the shirt.
"You know who these two people are, right?" I asked the seller.
"Yeah."
"Didn't this one literally set a hospital on fire?"
"And the other killed someone at the same protest, yeah."
"And you don't think it's weird to make figures about them?"
"Nothing weird about it. I'd be a fucking idiot to not try and cash in on currently trending people. What's weird are the people who come to buy it."
"What about them is weird?"
"Well, some are outright buying it because of what they did at that protest. The other type just buys it because they liked what those people did before the protest."
I nodded in understanding. Both were renowned philanthropists, responsible for funding education, housing, and medical facilities for the impoverished. Even my grandmother, who didn't pay attention to the news, effusively praised them.
"What about collectors who just want a full collection? Like me?"
"To be honest, you struck me initially as the kind of person who buys things because other people hate it."
Ouch.
"You've got yourself a deal," I said as I handed over the money.
++++
This Funko Pop's hair was longer than I had expected, the blonde curls extending to the waist. I did like, however, that the book in its left hand was in pristine condition, that was hard to get and why I had driven so far to get it. Also, the business shirt and skirt looked damn cute.
"Kinda weird to see one for her," I remarked.
"I don't, uh, follow? Sorry, it just feels totally normal that they made one for her. I mean, fuck TERFs and all that, but she is a billionaire." The seller squinted at me. "Are you a TERF? I don't sell to them."
"No, no, not at all. Just found it weird, that's all. It's just, the reason she's famous is way old now. It had its moment, who cares now?"
"Yeah, but all the kids who read her stuff grew up and can now buy movie tickets and merchandise. Like a Funko Pop," they said, gesturing to the figure in my hand.
"True, true. Are you-"
"Listen, I'm very busy. Are you going to buy it or not?"
"Sorry, just checking one last thing. I thought you said in your text you'd be free all day, though? Just wondering, that's all."
"She," the seller pointed at the figure, "is coming to this town to talk about how everyone needs to tell their representative to vote a certain way on that one bill, and I don't want to be in this place when she gives her hateful rant. I'm only here because you're the only one willing to buy this from me, everyone else I know won't touch it."
It made sense, I supposed.
"You've got yourself a deal," I said as I handed over the money. Untraceable at the seller's insistence, since officially tracked re-sales sent a portion of the money to the depicted person.
++++
I frowned at the figure in my hand. The hair looked even more painted on than official images suggested. It was as if a black sharpie had been used on the chocolate skin instead of permanent paint. Still, at least the red clothes and skull necklace didn't look as cheap.
"So...Hey, HEY! Can you turn that down a bit!" I shouted at the seller.
They turned the music down. "Sorry, what were you saying?"
"Uh...I forgot. But that was his famous song, right?" I pointed at the figure.
"He's got multiple famous albums, my friend. But yes, it was his music. I have all his stuff."
"Neat. How come you're selling this, then? Do you not like Funko Pops?"
"Nah. That's for kids to play with." They paused. "Or collectors to buy, sorry."
I waved it off with my other hand. "Did you hear about what he said recently?"
"What are you referring to?"
"He was talking about how he would ensure all people of certain religions were removed from government positions."
"Oh, really? I guess I need to catch up on the news. I drove a while to get here, so..."
"Right. You've got yourself a deal," I said as I handed over the money. I knew a portion of it would undoubtedly find its way into the depicted person's political campaign.
++++
I didn't even look at the figure in the seller's hand. "Excuse me, are you by any chance-"
He rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm Adolf Hitler. The man who ordered six million Jews and many others killed. I started World War 2 and got resettled here as a condition of surrendering."
"Huh. So...why are you dealing in Funko Pops?"
"I'm trying to establish myself as an artist, and making custom figurines pays well. Do you want it or not?"
"...Out of curiosity, what do you do with all the money you make? I saw that you made several hundred thousand just last year alone."
"Fund my local Neo-Nazi chapter. They killed two undesirables last month, I really wish they wouldn't slack like that. Anyway, do you want it or not?"
I stared at him for a moment, then down at the figure.
"You've got yourself a deal," I said as I handed over the money.
++++
As I drove home that day, I looked at the plastic box placed where the passenger's feet would be. It had been empty when I started and was now totally full. In terms of collecting, it had been a spectacular success.
A part of me wondered just how stained my soul had become this day.
2023.05.29 01:39 ConfusedGuy203 College of winterhold crashes
I've been using this LO for some time and made some changes to it(not mid playthrough of course) and most recently i've been getting constant crashes when going in either hall of attainment or hall of countenance, but hall of elements is loading fine. I think the problem is with the loading and not the area itself since loading a save of a character that's already inside works just fine, it's going through the door that makes it so at the ending of the loading the game just freezes. I thought it was The Magical College Bundle, but thats been on my LO for quite a while and that never happened before, so either some mod that wasn't there before is causing it or some updated caused it. Here's the LO, with the most recent additions having an * at the end of their name and the + before if they're a patch for other mods. Any advice for the LO in general is welcome as well :)
• Unofficial Skyrim Special Edition Patch
• Unofficial Skyrim Survival Patch
• Reconciliation: QOL and Bugfixes
• +USSEP
• Unofficial Creation Club Updates - October Pack [XB1]*
• Simple Workaround Framework*
• Omen Weathers*
• Run For Your Lives
• Realistic Conversations
• Guard Dialogue Overhaul
• Skyrim Reputation
• Better Intimidation
• Even Better Quest Objectives
• The Choice Is Yours
• At your own pace - AIO/Listen
• Trained and Skilled*
• Laro's Perks, Magics and More
• Guild Leader Perks
• XP32 Maximum Skeleton+Realistic Ragdoll and Force
• Feminine Females
• Gritty Animation Requiem 2.0
• Cloaks face masks and all sorts 2
• Visible Favorited Gear
• Wear Multiple Rings
• Wearable Lanterns
• Become a Bard
• Mystical Scholarship: The Magical College Bundle 1K
• Merchants Chests on Display
• Night Mother's Embrace - An Assassin's Tale
• Walk With The Shadows - A Nightingale Bundle
• Comprehensive First Person Animation Overhaul - CFPAO
• Rebalanced Leveled Lists
• Rebalanced Encounter Zones and Leveled Actors
• OBIS - SE (full version)
• DLC Integration
• Stronger Bosses Skyrim
• Enhanced Atronachs - With Levelling and Luminosity
• Reliquary of Myth
• True Lords of Oblivion
• Dragon Priest Masks Tweaks
• Dragon Priest Staffs
• Rich Skyrim Merchants
• JaySerpa's Quest Expansion Bundle
• Melodies of Skyrim: All In One*
• Reverb and Ambiance Overhaul
• Phenderix Magic Sounds Improved
• Enhanced Draugr Fx
• Display Enhancements
• Relighting Skyrim
• ELE Interior Lighting Overhaul
• SMIM Essentials
• Vivid Landscapes - Alternate Tundra
• WizKid Signs
• 3D Log Farmhouse Fences
• Skyland - Dirt Roads
• Dark Ages: Sky Haven Temple and Alduin's Wall
• Detailing The Eldritch - Complete
• Dark Ages: Dragon Textures
• Draugr Retexture: Bloody Black
• Ultimate Sephoraz Beauty Bundle
• Flesh Spells Fx Restored[XB1]*
• Heavy Armory - New Weapons
• Old Kingdom - Armor Overhaul
• Old Kingdom - Weapon Overhaul
• + USSEP
• Old Kingdom - Crafting Add-On
• Glorious Dwarven Metal - Old Kingdom
• Elaborate Textiles Alternate
• (Lite) Guard Armor Overhaul
• Konahrik's Accoutrements
• Skyrim Sewers Bundle
• Unique Armors & Weapons - Unenchanted And Craftable
• Greener Glass
• SeeEnchantments
• Lockpicking Interface Redone*
• Embers HD
• Natural Forces Bundle - Wet
• Frozen Electrocuted Combustion - Realistic
• Cannibal Draugr on Solstheim
• Dwemer Spectres
• Sylvan Spirits
• Real Wildlife
• Birds of Skyrim
• Birds And Flocks
• Prismatic Insects
• Kiss My Grass
• Treeslod_23
• Landscape Fixes For Grass Mods
• Bells of Skyrim
• Tactical Valtheim
• Halted Stream Mine
• Provincial Courier Service
• MAP - Project Hippie
• Trees in Cities
• Riften Eastern Road
• Manor Roads
• Man Those Borders!
• EasierRider's Dungeon Pack
• The Blackest Reaches
• The Marshlands
• Master The Summit
• Nordic Ruins Of Skyrim
• Holidays
• Lanterns of Skyrim - Special Edition
• Lost Enchantments for The Discerning Adventurer
• Perk Points Per Level
• Truly Absorb Dragon Souls - Heavy
• VioLens
• More Blood and Gore!
• Know Your Enemy - All in One
• + AIO + OKA
• Immersive Movement
• Smilodon
• + Immersive Movement
• + Realistic Damage
• Mortal Enemies
• + Immersive Movement
• Better Combat AI
• Realistic AI Detection
• Sneak Tools
• Archery Tweaks Plus
• Silent Arrows
• More Effective Blocking
• No Draugr Disarm
• The Fire Within - Shouts Powered by DragonSouls
• Clear UI - Not So Sensible Preset*
• Pastel Map Markers*
• Updated Mine Markers
• Cheat Room
• Quest Debugger
• Free Player Home Heartfire Building*
• Improved Backpacks V2*
• Kip Ahrk Bahlok - Food and Hunger
• Dragonborn and Dawnguard Delayed
• Mystic Condenser
• Readable Shadomarks*
• Awesome Potions Simplified by Revoith
• Flying Vampire Lord
• Alternate Start - Live Another Life
• Abandoned Prison Tweaks
• + EBQO - Alternate Start
• Relationship Dialogue Overhaul
• + RDO - USSEP
• Immersive Hunter Dialogue
• Immersive Follower Framework
• + RDO
• YOU DON'T KNOW ME - No NPC Greetings
• Bat Vampire Lord
submitted by ConfusedGuy203 to SkyrimModsXbox [link] [comments]
• Unofficial Skyrim Special Edition Patch
• Unofficial Skyrim Survival Patch
• Reconciliation: QOL and Bugfixes
• +USSEP
• Unofficial Creation Club Updates - October Pack [XB1]*
• Simple Workaround Framework*
• Omen Weathers*
• Run For Your Lives
• Realistic Conversations
• Guard Dialogue Overhaul
• Skyrim Reputation
• Better Intimidation
• Even Better Quest Objectives
• The Choice Is Yours
• At your own pace - AIO/Listen
• Trained and Skilled*
• Laro's Perks, Magics and More
• Guild Leader Perks
• XP32 Maximum Skeleton+Realistic Ragdoll and Force
• Feminine Females
• Gritty Animation Requiem 2.0
• Cloaks face masks and all sorts 2
• Visible Favorited Gear
• Wear Multiple Rings
• Wearable Lanterns
• Become a Bard
• Mystical Scholarship: The Magical College Bundle 1K
• Merchants Chests on Display
• Night Mother's Embrace - An Assassin's Tale
• Walk With The Shadows - A Nightingale Bundle
• Comprehensive First Person Animation Overhaul - CFPAO
• Rebalanced Leveled Lists
• Rebalanced Encounter Zones and Leveled Actors
• OBIS - SE (full version)
• DLC Integration
• Stronger Bosses Skyrim
• Enhanced Atronachs - With Levelling and Luminosity
• Reliquary of Myth
• True Lords of Oblivion
• Dragon Priest Masks Tweaks
• Dragon Priest Staffs
• Rich Skyrim Merchants
• JaySerpa's Quest Expansion Bundle
• Melodies of Skyrim: All In One*
• Reverb and Ambiance Overhaul
• Phenderix Magic Sounds Improved
• Enhanced Draugr Fx
• Display Enhancements
• Relighting Skyrim
• ELE Interior Lighting Overhaul
• SMIM Essentials
• Vivid Landscapes - Alternate Tundra
• WizKid Signs
• 3D Log Farmhouse Fences
• Skyland - Dirt Roads
• Dark Ages: Sky Haven Temple and Alduin's Wall
• Detailing The Eldritch - Complete
• Dark Ages: Dragon Textures
• Draugr Retexture: Bloody Black
• Ultimate Sephoraz Beauty Bundle
• Flesh Spells Fx Restored[XB1]*
• Heavy Armory - New Weapons
• Old Kingdom - Armor Overhaul
• Old Kingdom - Weapon Overhaul
• + USSEP
• Old Kingdom - Crafting Add-On
• Glorious Dwarven Metal - Old Kingdom
• Elaborate Textiles Alternate
• (Lite) Guard Armor Overhaul
• Konahrik's Accoutrements
• Skyrim Sewers Bundle
• Unique Armors & Weapons - Unenchanted And Craftable
• Greener Glass
• SeeEnchantments
• Lockpicking Interface Redone*
• Embers HD
• Natural Forces Bundle - Wet
• Frozen Electrocuted Combustion - Realistic
• Cannibal Draugr on Solstheim
• Dwemer Spectres
• Sylvan Spirits
• Real Wildlife
• Birds of Skyrim
• Birds And Flocks
• Prismatic Insects
• Kiss My Grass
• Treeslod_23
• Landscape Fixes For Grass Mods
• Bells of Skyrim
• Tactical Valtheim
• Halted Stream Mine
• Provincial Courier Service
• MAP - Project Hippie
• Trees in Cities
• Riften Eastern Road
• Manor Roads
• Man Those Borders!
• EasierRider's Dungeon Pack
• The Blackest Reaches
• The Marshlands
• Master The Summit
• Nordic Ruins Of Skyrim
• Holidays
• Lanterns of Skyrim - Special Edition
• Lost Enchantments for The Discerning Adventurer
• Perk Points Per Level
• Truly Absorb Dragon Souls - Heavy
• VioLens
• More Blood and Gore!
• Know Your Enemy - All in One
• + AIO + OKA
• Immersive Movement
• Smilodon
• + Immersive Movement
• + Realistic Damage
• Mortal Enemies
• + Immersive Movement
• Better Combat AI
• Realistic AI Detection
• Sneak Tools
• Archery Tweaks Plus
• Silent Arrows
• More Effective Blocking
• No Draugr Disarm
• The Fire Within - Shouts Powered by DragonSouls
• Clear UI - Not So Sensible Preset*
• Pastel Map Markers*
• Updated Mine Markers
• Cheat Room
• Quest Debugger
• Free Player Home Heartfire Building*
• Improved Backpacks V2*
• Kip Ahrk Bahlok - Food and Hunger
• Dragonborn and Dawnguard Delayed
• Mystic Condenser
• Readable Shadomarks*
• Awesome Potions Simplified by Revoith
• Flying Vampire Lord
• Alternate Start - Live Another Life
• Abandoned Prison Tweaks
• + EBQO - Alternate Start
• Relationship Dialogue Overhaul
• + RDO - USSEP
• Immersive Hunter Dialogue
• Immersive Follower Framework
• + RDO
• YOU DON'T KNOW ME - No NPC Greetings
• Bat Vampire Lord
2023.05.29 01:38 ImInDenialIk Im not feeling really good right now
Okay I might be a little confused but I will talk anyway. (And I hope it doesnt trigger anything)
It has been almost 6 month since I started questioning and transitioning. Tonight I just felt like it was all worthless. i just felt like my mind just made all that up. Don't get me wrong I am pretty sure I feel more like a female than male. The problem is that I can't see myself acting like one.
For some context, I started my journey by looking at some femboy content (you probably know who lol). At the time I just liked the wholesomeness of this community and I started getting a little more involved in the cause.
Thats when I started asking myself questions. I related to some posts on egg_irl, I always picked female characters when I had the choice, I hate my facial and body hair... And then it got... worse ? If I can put it like that ?
For exemple, now I can't really go to the bathroom with the full light on, I get embarassed when I look at myself in the mirror, I feel like I want some hips and breast. And in general, I think about the envy of being a girl all the time !
But still, a part of me is still thinking : Am I just luring myself ? Did I just imagined all that because I am unhappy and it is the only solution I could come up with ?
Do you feel the same time to time ? Like you just feel like your uncounsciousness just made you believed in you transness but you are wrong ?
Is it common for people to think like that (cis or not) ? Because being envious of most of the women I see and wanting to cry because I am not one must be a sign that I am in fact trans right ?
I dont really know what to do because of that and I feel like its driving me insane.
Anyway thanks for reading all that if you did and I would gladly hear your opinion or even your experience. S2
Love you all, Alice out.
submitted by ImInDenialIk to Nestofeggs [link] [comments]
It has been almost 6 month since I started questioning and transitioning. Tonight I just felt like it was all worthless. i just felt like my mind just made all that up. Don't get me wrong I am pretty sure I feel more like a female than male. The problem is that I can't see myself acting like one.
For some context, I started my journey by looking at some femboy content (you probably know who lol). At the time I just liked the wholesomeness of this community and I started getting a little more involved in the cause.
Thats when I started asking myself questions. I related to some posts on egg_irl, I always picked female characters when I had the choice, I hate my facial and body hair... And then it got... worse ? If I can put it like that ?
For exemple, now I can't really go to the bathroom with the full light on, I get embarassed when I look at myself in the mirror, I feel like I want some hips and breast. And in general, I think about the envy of being a girl all the time !
But still, a part of me is still thinking : Am I just luring myself ? Did I just imagined all that because I am unhappy and it is the only solution I could come up with ?
Do you feel the same time to time ? Like you just feel like your uncounsciousness just made you believed in you transness but you are wrong ?
Is it common for people to think like that (cis or not) ? Because being envious of most of the women I see and wanting to cry because I am not one must be a sign that I am in fact trans right ?
I dont really know what to do because of that and I feel like its driving me insane.
Anyway thanks for reading all that if you did and I would gladly hear your opinion or even your experience. S2
Love you all, Alice out.
2023.05.29 01:38 meipsus Need written Blender modeling tutorial
I can't watch videos, and I want to learn how to make artistic 3D models for printing in Blender. I'm quite proficient with Rhino, but it's not the right tool for the free-form stuff I want to make. Is these a book or any other written detailed tutorial that I could get? TIA.
submitted by meipsus to blender [link] [comments]
2023.05.29 01:29 designercat7 ISO other child-free women in their 30s to hangout with
I’m 33F, single, no kids, in good shape, financially secure - and I’m so sick of spending my weekends by myself. I have some really wonderful female friends, but they’re all either married and/or have children, so their social lives are full of family things that I’m not invited to.
I want to find other child-free women around my age in Fresno who would like to do things like try local restaurants together, do outdoor activities like sports or hikes, go to grizzlies games, have game nights, go listen to live music, do weekend road trips. Literally just about anything.
There are so many things in Fresno for couples and/or people with kids, or younger adults. But it’s like if you’re not married with kids by 27 you’re left in the dust.
I know this issue gets brought up on here all the time. And I’ve tried the suggestions like the MeetUp group and Fresno Social Sports. But even with those, people tend to already have a friend or partner to do stuff with. Idk I’m just at my wits end and the depression is so real. I can’t be the only one.
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I want to find other child-free women around my age in Fresno who would like to do things like try local restaurants together, do outdoor activities like sports or hikes, go to grizzlies games, have game nights, go listen to live music, do weekend road trips. Literally just about anything.
There are so many things in Fresno for couples and/or people with kids, or younger adults. But it’s like if you’re not married with kids by 27 you’re left in the dust.
I know this issue gets brought up on here all the time. And I’ve tried the suggestions like the MeetUp group and Fresno Social Sports. But even with those, people tend to already have a friend or partner to do stuff with. Idk I’m just at my wits end and the depression is so real. I can’t be the only one.
2023.05.29 01:25 frn Recently adopted a German Shepard and I'm a little worried
I'm not great at writing long form, so I'm going to write most of this in bullets for clarity
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- Me (33M) and my partner (33F) adopted our German Shepard, Fliss, about a month ago
- My partner owns her own dog walking business and deals with many dogs every day
- My partner is also studying dog behavior via an online course
- Fliss is from a rescue center, but was formerly a breeding female
- She was surrendered to the rescue at about 3 years old
- We were told that she used to live in a barn with other dogs
- She was quite underweight when we got her (by almost 10KG)
- Other than this, we don't know much more about her
- My partner takes Fliss out each day with her other dogs, because of this I think she's formed a stronger bond with my partner
- However I do spend a lot of time with Fliss in the evenings and weekends
- I give her a lot of fuss/treats etc
- I generally do her walks at the weekend (she's out with my partner on her dog walking business for about 4 hours a day Mon-Fri)
- I have noticed that Fliss is a lot more obedient with my partner, her recall and general behavior is a lot better, but with me not so much
- She doesn't listen to me, she doesn't obey commands at all, I have no control over her in public so I have to put the lead on as soon as there's food or children about. (She generally has no interest in children but I have had a few situations where she's running towards a picnic in the park and the parents are freaking out because their children are sat there.) My partner however has the exact oppositte experience with her. Model dog for her.
- I have also noticed that her behavior with me is a lot better with my partner present. I can generally get a decent level of recall and obedience as long as my partner is there.
- There's been a few times where Fliss has really worried me in the last week, here's 3 of them
- Last weekend my partner was trying to get one of our cats out from under our car but Fliss was also running around and getting excited which was making the situation difficult
- My parter was getting frustrated and called me from the driveway to come and get Fliss
- When I got downstairs I called Fliss in but she ignored me, after a few attempts to call her inside I went out and led her back in by her harness, which my partner had just put on her to take her for a walk
- I led Fliss up to my office, came in with her, closed the door and sat on the couch
- Fliss jumped up on me and my laptop was on the sofa too undernieth her so I said "Fliss down" and tried to (gently) move her off me
- At this point Fliss nipped me, I instinctively moved my arm back but she still managed to get a bit of skin which resulted in a mild blood blister
- I'm not going to lie, I was a little worried for my safety at this point, I stood up and left the room
- I went to tell my partner and she said something along the lines of "you're misunderstanding her, she's probably just excited or mouthing"
- This weekend, yesterday my partner and I had a small argument
- This ended up with me wanting to go get some air / cool down, and I decided I may as well take Fliss with me for a walk
- I got Fliss' harness and went to put it on her
- She was really over excited at this point
- She jumped up and thumped me hard in the chest, and then repeated this in quick succession for about 20-30 seconds, getting rougher every time
- It was hard enough that it pushed me backwards and I almost lost my footing. I'm a fairly broad 6'1 man so this took me back a bit
- I felt like I had no control over her and was worried I was about to get nipped/bitten again so I walked upstairs and shut myself in my office
- When my partner came up I explained what happened and she said "oh she's probably just over excited"
- Then, today, my partner was getting ready for bed
- The cats were out in the hallway and I think Fliss wanted to follow my partner but she's still not confident around the cats so stood in the doorway to my office whilst I was on the couch
- I saw her backing up and was about to knock the bin over so I called over "Hey Fliss, come!"
- She walked over nuzzled my hand for a sec and then snapped at me, like she was trying to nip/bite me again
- I managed to move my arm out of the way fast enough that she didn't manage to latch on this time
- I called out for my partner because I honestly at this point am a little worried again, and I know she'll calm down if my partner is in the room
- My partner comes in and another argument ensues about "what actually happened? are you exagerating this? she's calm now, I can't see her doing this? I havent seen any aggression from her. it was probably just mouthing and you're taking it the wrong way..."
- So here's the thing in all 3 of these instances
- Its always when my partner isn't present
- Its usually straight after Fliss has experienced some behavior from my partner which is in someway negative. (Cat wont come out from under the car, we've had an argument etc)
- As soon as my partner comes back in the room, Fliss will change back into an obedient, non aggressive dog
- My partner doesn't seem to believe any of what I've told her about the above encounters. She darts between flat out denial ("I haven't seen any aggressive behaviors from her"), blaming me ("it must be something you're doing"), and accusing me of exaggerating events or misunderstanding the behavior.
- My theory is that Fliss see's my partner as in-charge, but does not see me as in-charge. So feels free to react with annoyance and aggression.
- Partly because whenever there's any conflict between my parter and I, I'm the one to back down. I think the dog is seeing this and is mirroring my partners behaviour towards me.
- Which has been happening more often recently, because this whole thing is weighing heavily on our relationship.
- My partner has said that she wants me to catch the behaviour on video so that she can see for herself. But this would require me setting up CCTV in the house which I'm not really comfortable with.
- I'm starting to get to the point where I don't feel safe around our dog, and I'm wondering where this ends... possibly me in the hospital?
- With no support from my partner on this I feel completely alone in this whole situation
- I'm also starting to get to the point where I'm wishing we'd never gotten Fliss in the first place
- Any advice on how to tackle this behaviour would be appreciated.
2023.05.29 01:21 PuffNastier [WTB] [WTT] [ON] Lct ak parts
Edit: pic 2 added
Hey all!
Looking to buy a few lct ak externals.
Lastly, I have a few ak externals I'm not using that I could trade as well.
Prefer local for trades and buys.
Any questions feel free to ask, or haggle, or whatever. Just hit me up if you have the parts I'm looking for!
Thanks for reading and stay safe!
https://imgur.com/a/7FkNzUb
https://imgur.com/a/X4zDJOS
submitted by PuffNastier to airsoftmarketcanada [link] [comments]
Hey all!
Looking to buy a few lct ak externals.
- rpk 74 lower handguard, the black polymer model
- Lct ak full length gas tube w/ upper handguard spot
- trade my akm lower handguard retainer for an ak47 lower handguard retainer. Basically you get the retainer that has the sling loop. I'm looking for the one without it.
- could also trade an amd ak style plain gas tube for one that has a spot for an upper handguard.
Lastly, I have a few ak externals I'm not using that I could trade as well.
- LEGIT surplus Hungarian(?) Aks 74u lower wooden handguard. Torched for detail by previous owner. Modified to fit a CYMA AK so the rectangular plug that goes into the receiver is smaller than a standard lct/ghk receiver. Could add a piece of wood to make it fit lct or ghk. Would just have to be careful. I can do it if you ask nicely as I am a hobby woodworker who can make stuff fairly easily.
- have a legit Magpul Zhukov-u handguard set. Only missing 1 screw. Easy to replace. Upper handguard included but not pictured.
- an lct ak "pistol" receiver. Basically has no stock but has a factory installed sling loop on the back of the receiver. Came off a TX baby tactical ak from lct. (Not in picture but can send pics of it)
- wooden ak74 style lct ak stock, only works on fixed stock receivers
- lct aks 74u lower wooden handguard
- lct polymer folder stock
- lct polymer amd style motor grip, no screw.
- lct railed gas tube, full length.
Prefer local for trades and buys.
Any questions feel free to ask, or haggle, or whatever. Just hit me up if you have the parts I'm looking for!
Thanks for reading and stay safe!
https://imgur.com/a/7FkNzUb
https://imgur.com/a/X4zDJOS
2023.05.29 01:03 subject-2- test
“Last time on Total Drama Revenge of the Island! The campers did a fun game of Truth-or-Laser-Shark, which they revolted against, so we instead did a Harold-McGrady-brand-patented obstacle course! Lightning got the boot in the Catapult of Shame (Trademark Pending) because the bird is no longer with us. Or, so it seems. We also cut the Chris Mclean campfire due to budget constraints. Truly tragic, I know. What’ll happen in this episode? What embarrassing comment will Sam make this time? Find out right now on Total Drama Revenge of the Island!”
The Mutant Maggots were sleeping soundly in the luxurious spa hotel. Zoey, in particular, was loving the lavish lifestyle. Her family wasn’t the richest. The whole reason she joined to show was to make some money, to help her father out. It’d been a hard-knock life (Pun very much intended, Zoey loved that film) for her and her father ever since her mother had died. She was determined to bring the money home, no matter what. She’d also joined the show to (hopefully) make some friends. A lonely girl, she was. (Wow, she really was just stocked to the brim with references today.) But it was true! She’d make a friend in this a sweer body on her team, Mike. Nothing out of the ordinary…. Besides the fact that he was her DREAM GUY!! Nice, cute, and got her references! Just thinking about him made her swoon. She shrugged it off and got out of her bed. She did not want to leave, but she had to. After all, it was her tradition to wake up extra early in the mornings and take a walk around her neighborhood. Or, in this case, the island. She slowly inched out of bed, taking account of the sleeping Anne-Maria. She quickly got dressed and brushed her teeth, opening the door. The cool September air hit her, and she shivered. But she loved it. Everything about the island was so peaceful. The waves crashed against the beach. The birds squawked in the distance. She took in a deep breath. It was truly amazing. She started to walk around the island, soaking in the sunlight. Suddenly, she heard the creaking of a door. She turned around. It was Jo.
“Hey, Zoey,” she said, speeding up as she went.
Zoey realized she had the perfect opportunity to make a new friend!
“No, wait! I was wondering if-um, if- you’d like to go on a walk with me?”
(…she Nailed It.)
Jo looked at her, slightly confused. “Uh… Sure?”
Jo wasn’t used to anyone wanting to actually be next to her. Willingly. You couldn’t have waterboarded this information out of her, but the true reason she joined Total Drama was very different from the persona she displayed. Of course, she wanted the Million. Who didn’t? But she also wanted a friend. Someone real! Someone who wouldn’t be scared of her. She was quickly snapped out of her daydreams. Zoey was asking her something.
“Uh, so… Why’d you join Total Drama?” She asked. The early morning sunlight hit her face perfectly.
“Well, for the money! Why else would I join?” She lied.
“Well, I joined to make friends,” said Zoey.
Jo took a mental note of that. I guess she wasn’t the only lonely girl on the island.
“Do you have any siblings?” Zoey asked.
“Yeah. I Have 4 older brothers. But if you came by my house, it certainly wouldn’t seem like it!” Jo laughed. Her laugh was burly and loud. But it was also infectious and full of joy. Zoey smiled and started laughing too. Soon, all that could be heard was the joyous harmony of the two girl's laughter.
Staci was having a much worse time. It was 9:30 when she woke up. She had about 10 minutes to spare before that challenge began. All she could think about was how much she utterly hated herself. She would never dare to admit it, though. She constantly hid behind her thick layer of lies. She wished that she could just stop. But no matter how many times she’d say that she’d stop, it never came. She never stopped lying. Everyone in her life hated her, and she knew it. She was surprised that she wasn’t the first boot, for crying out loud. She slowly climbed out of the crappy bed and walked to the main lodge. She walked in, hunched over. She felt invisible.
“Hey! Come sit with us!”
…Was that to her?
She turned over to find Dawn and B, her fellow teammates, calling to her. Dawn was smiling at her.
That’s new, she thought.
She gingerly took a seat next to the two. The bigger one, whose name was B, wrote something down on his notepad.
Hello! You looked lonely, so I asked Dawn to invite you to our table! Don’t worry, we don’t bite.
Staci still couldn’t process this. Nobody had ever willingly let her sit with them.
“…Thank you.”
B wrote something on his notepad.
You seem a bit tense. You alright?
“Yeah. I was just thinking. You know, my great, great-”
But Staci stopped halfway.
“You know, this dude named William Holley invented that notepad! He invented the pad around when he innovated the idea to collect all the paper scraps from various factories.”
She had done it. She hadn’t lied, for once in her life! She had finally done it!
But before Staci could celebrate, Chris threw open the door, carrying a boombox. He strutted into the lodge, then planted his feet in the center of the room and started to do that one Fortnite dance we all collectively forgot about.
“Please stop,” said Dakota. She was comforting a crying Sam, who was devastated that anyone was still doing that dance.
After a grueling thirty seconds, he finally stopped doing the awful dance.
“Ok, ok, I'll stop! Anyways, today’s challenge is called Wawanakwa Musical! Teams must perform a skit. Everyone must have a speaking part, and it must have a corny message about something found in a typical High School Disney Channel movie. The team with the best number gets to pair up people to go to prom, while the other team gets it randomly. The couples need to face off in prom-themed challenges, such as drinking all the punch, dancing off, and something else I wouldn't want to spoil for you all. The campers who win the most challenges and make the best skit will win!"
“I don't even want to know what that last challenge will be," said Mike.
"Don't worry, nothing too dangerous!" Chris replied. Some of the campers exchanged worried glances.
“Oh, a skit! How exciting!” Chirped Ella, the secret 7th member of the Mutant Maggots. She was surrounded by animals, per the norm.
“Can you please get your stupid animal friends out of my face!?” Shouted Scott, who had become a resting place for the birds, having several perched on his head.
“Little ones, farewell! You must depart, at least for now,” she said, the heartbreak break in her voice crystal clear.
Confessional- Brick.
“Is it just me, or was that girl not here before? But I’m not complaining! Another member of our troop is just what we need!” Brick blushed.
End Confessional.
“I can already tell this one has a wonderful soul! Her aura is exceptionally bright pink, and it suits her wonderfully. As to how she teleported here? Beats me."
End Confessional.
We cut to all the campers outside the main lodge. The Mutant Maggots were doing a group huddle to brainstorm ideas.
“Ok. Mags. Let’s organize a game plan! We’ve got this in the bag if we work hard and persevere!” Said Brick.
“Never call us “Mags” again,” snarked Jo.
“I like that attitude, Brick! I think our message should be about spreading kindness and not bullying!” Chirped Ella.
“I, um, thank you,” fumbled Brick, who was not used to someone complimenting him for a change.
“We need to cast everyone as a part. First off, we’ll need a bully character. Any volunteers?”
Most eyes went to Mike, the self-proclaimed Actor. He started to sweat but soon realized his team needed him. He sighed and took off his shirt. He instantly switched to Vito, one of Mike’s many alters.
“Ayo, what seems to be the issue?” said Vito. Anne-Maria was enamored instantly.
Confessional- Zoey.
“Mike sure does take his acting seriously. Must be a method actor. Not going to lie, it’s a bit weird. But I like weird!”
End Confessional.
“Who knew you had such a bod under that shirt?” Swooned Anne-Maria. She jumped on Vito, who didn’t mind.
“Ok Mike, we get it, you’re a good actor. Are you doing this or not?” screamed an irritated Jo.
“Yeah. sure, whatever,” said a completely uninterested Vito.
“We’ll also need a victim and five other roles. Any ideas?” asked Brick.
“How about we have one bystander and three people who spread the anti-bully message?” Ella suggested.
“Fine with me,” said Brick.
“Anyone want a particular role?” Ella asked.
“I want to be one of the spreaders,” said Jo, which was a surprise of most.
“Ok! Me and Brick can be the other two, Anne-Maria can be the victim, and Zoey can be the bystander. I have an idea for the plot- Mike bullies Anne-Maria, and Zoey doesn’t do anything. Then we come in and tell them to be kind, and then it works, and we live happily ever after!” said Ella.
“Ok, why don’t we run through it?” Suggested Jo.
“Ayo, what am I doing again?” Vito asked.
“Ugh, cut the crap and start acting!” Screamed an irritated Jo.
“Yeesh, it’s cold in here. I’m putting my shirt back on,” pretended Vito, aware that Mike probably needed to switch in. Mike was at first quite confused, but quickly realized what had happened.
We cut to a montage of the Maggots working very hard at refining the script. Lines were changed, parts swapped, and then swapped back again, but in the end, they’d created the perfect skit- the ultimate work of their labor.
However, on the other side of the auditorium were the Toxic Rats, who had fewer hurdles.
B wrote something down on his notepad.
Just make it about how great Chris is and we’re sure to win.
“Sounds like a plan to me!” Said Scott, giving the silent giant a fist-bump.
“Yeah. We can improvise it as we go! We don’t even need a script!” Dakota said.
“Wait, what are we doing?” Asked Staci, who was once again out of the loop.
Soon, Chris, Chef, and some intern sat at a table, waiting for the skits to be presented. They were at the auditorium, where the Talent Contest challenge had been done a few years back.
“Ok, maggots! Wow me!”
Chris leaned back as Mike and Anne-Maria walked out on stage.
“Hey nerd, give me your lunch money!” Said Mike, utterly failing at sounding intimidating.
“Oh no! Whatever will I do??” Said Anne-Maria, who was wearing one of Cameron’s glasses he’d left behind as a pitiful attempt for a nerd costume.
Zoey then walked out. “Oh no! I want to do something, but I’m scared!”
Jo, Ella, and Brick then walked out.
“Hey! Bullying is bad!” Shouted Ella.
“You need to stand up for yourself!” Screamed Brick at Anne-Maria.
“You need to stop being a bully!” Screamed Jo, who was significantly louder than the rest.
“And you need to learn not to be silent! If you see something, say something!” Ella finished.
“Wow! Thank you! I will always stand up for the victim next time I see someone being bullied!” said Zoey.
“And I will be kind!” said Mike.
“You better!” Shouted Jo. “Now get got and leave this poor girl alone!” Jo shoved Mike much harder than she had anticipated.
He fell off the stage, landing right on his head. The others winced at his misfortune.
“…So be kind!” Finished Ella, who then quickly scampered down to check on Mike.
Mike faded in and out of consciousness. But he knew one thing- this was not a good sign. Mike had a 6th Alter. A particularly malevolent one, should I say… His name was… Mal.
Mike stood up, sporting fresh bags under his eyes. Well, the lone eye you could see, as the other was covered by hair. He stood up and grabbed Jo by the collar.
“Don’t touch me,” he said in an even tone.
Jo was hardly threatened by Mike grabbing her, considering she was twice his size. He had no strength. But when he spoke, it was different. Something about the way he spoke scared her. His even but still threatening voice. His unwavering face of pure anger. She backed away.
“Sorry.”
Confessional- Jo.
“I don’t know what came over me. He’s so non-threatening in the physical department, but the way he talks?” Jo looked at the camera. “Someone give that twig actor of the year!”
End Confessional.
We cut to Chris, Chef, and the intern. They all sat with mostly stunned and confused faces. They got into a group huddle before Chris finally spoke.
“…Okay, that was weird. But it was also pretty good, and you did everything right. We’ll give you… a 7/10.”
The maggots cheered loudly. Even though it wasn’t a nine or a ten, they were simply glad Chris gave them a satisfactory score, especially for how much work had been put into the project. Mal took in a deep breath and switched back into Mike.
“…What did I miss?” He asked. Nobody said anything, simply glaring at him.
Confessional- Mike.
“Ok, I’m pretty sure I switched into Mal which is definitely not a good thing.” He buried his face in his hands. “They probably all hate me now…”
End Confessional.
Confessional- Zoey.
“Ok, so about what Mike did back there? So weird! I know Jo shoved him, but that just felt way out of line. Or maybe I’m overthinking it. Is this normal? Am I the weird one??”
End Confessional.
“Ok, you can sit on the bleachers now. Rats, you’re up!”
All of the rats came out at once.
“Man, I really love Chris!” Said Scott.
“Yeah, he’s so cool, and handsome to boot!” Swooned Dakota.
“Chris… Is an interesting guy!” Forced out Dawn, who genuinely could not think of anything good to say about the host.
“I don’t think Chris is all that cool,” said Staci, who hadn’t caught on yet. Scott quickly shoved her to the ground.
“How could someone not like Chris??” Scott questioned.
“That girl is insane,” added Dakota.
B drew something on his notepad. It was a drawing of Chris, with a 12-pack (if that's even possible) and surrounded by adoring fans.
They all bowed, and Chris clapped loudly, much to the chagrin of the Maggots. They had no chance.
“I LOVE it!! 10/10, Rats win!!” Chris shouted, not even bothering to ask for Chef's and the intern’s opinions.
Confessional- Chef.
“If you ask me, the skit the Rats made was a bunch of Chris-propaganda-spouting-nonsense. The Maggots? Now that was amazing. Every part was well played, and every line was perfect. 10/10, truly the Mutant Maggot's magnum opus. What a cinematic masterpiece." Chef then burst out laughing.
End Confessional
“So, it’s clear to everyone that the Rats win. You may start pairing up now. I’ll pair the Maggots in a second.”
“I can go with B!” Suggested Dawn. B nodded.
“I’ll go with Sam!” Stated Dakota. Sam looked up, surprised.
Confessional- Sam.
“You’re telling me that a pretty girl willingly picked me to go to prom with them??!” Sam fainted.
End Confessional.
The only two left were Scott and Staci.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” groaned Scott.
“Ok. Mike can go with Zoey, Ella goes with Brick, and Jo goes with Anne-Maria,” said Chris, without much thought.
We cut to the teams in a warehouse that was decorated to look like a high school. The lights were a deep purple. In the center was a disco ball, and there was a dance floor underneath it.
“Ok, the way this works is that each couple will compete in one challenge each, starting with the punch drinking contest. Each couple will need to down two giant bowls of punch, one for each person. Whoever finished their punch first wins. Also, no spilling can occur our you’re out!”
“We’ll take punch,” said Jo immediately.
“Whoa, I did not sign up for that!” Anne-Maria protested.
“Don’t care, didn’t ask. We’re doing it!” Anne-Maria rolled her eyes but eventually agreed to it.
“I’ll take the punch. I just want to get my “date” with Mrs. Flabby-Mc-chatter-mouth over as soon as possible,” groaned Scott.
The couples were waiting at the punch table for Chris to call start.
“BEGIN!”
Jo quickly grabbed the bowl and downed the juice in two big gulps. She instantly turned to Anne-Maria.
“Come on, hurry up!”
Anne-Maria was having a difficult time getting the punch down. Eventually, she just couldn’t finish it. She spat all of the punch into Jo’s face. Jo screamed and clenched her fists.
“Great job, you lunatic! You cost us the challenge!” Shouted Jo.
“Maybe I woulda done betta if you weren’t SHOUTIN’ AT ME!!” Screamed Anne-Maria, her jersey accent at full display.
Jo lunged at Anne-Maria. Unfortunately for the Maggots, Scott and Staci had already finished their punch. Scott smirked and wiped the punch from his mouth.
“Easy!”
Staci also had punch around her mouth. She wiped the punch residue off her lips, but she couldn’t wipe the permanent grin off her face. She felt a deep sense of accomplishment, despite the fact it was just a bowl of punch. She felt like she'd made a genuine contribution to her team.
“The Toxic Rats win the first round!” Shouted Chris. They cheered loudly, and the Maggots knew their fate was sealed. Jo and Anne-Maria were both fighting each other. Both were covered in the sticky fruit punch, and screaming.
Confessional- Brick.
“That was so unsportsmanlike that I don’t even know what to say.”
End Confessional.
The next challenge was a dance-off. It was Ella and Brick versus Sam and Dakota.
“Ok. So, whoever can dance the longest without tripping up or giving up wins! Good luck!”
Royalty-free romance music started to play in the background. Brick had prepared for this moment his whole life. Well, he wouldn’t have expected it to be on a reality TV show with a girl he’d only known for a few days, but you win some and you lose some. Brick swooped Ella up and spun her around. Ella grabbed his hands and slowly rocked with him. They started to move around the dance floor. They continued to spin each other around in beautiful harmony. Ella couldn’t help but imagine how much this reminded her of the dance scene between Belle and the Beast. Her heart swelled. Had she found her prince? Brick was having similar thoughts. He’d never found someone quite as graceful as Ella.
Sam and Dakota were dancing much less formally. They mostly goofed off, doing random and silly dances. They were laughing very hard. Dakota couldn’t stop thinking about how cute Sam looked! The two continued to boogie, laughing all the way.
After about 30 minutes, the couples were still going strong. Well, one of them was going strong. Ella and Brick were dancing the night away, as their dance was slower and less physically demanding. Sam and Dakota weren’t fairing so well. Sam could only do so many video game dances before he tired out, and he was already on the verge of passing out. Dakota was also getting tired, but in the end, it was Sam who fell.
“The Mutant Maggots win!”
Ella and Brick collapsed into a tight embrace, happy that what felt like hours of dancing was over.
Confessional- Ella.
“Wow, I’ve never felt so magical in my life… And Brick! He was an amazing dancer!” Ella sighed longingly.
End Confessional
Confessional- Brick
“She’s quite the dancer...” Brick looked away from the confessional’s camera, hiding his tomato-red face.
End Confessional
Mike, Zoey, B, and Dawn were nervously waiting for the final part of the challenge. One can only imagine all the messed up things Chris can come up with. Soon, Chris came close to the four teenagers.
Four interns lead the contestants to a large platform that was elevated over a pool of water. The four contestants got onto the platform, and they were given water guns filled with a red liquid.
“Inside these guns are PIG BLOOD!! You must shoot your opponents off the table and into the water. The team who can knock their opponents down first wins!”
Zoey gasped. “Is this some sort of messed up homage to Carrie?!” She asked.
“I can’t state that for copyright reasons, but I think you know the answer,” said Chris.
The duos put their fingers on the trigger, waiting for Chris to let them begin.
“Three… Two… One!”
Mike and Zoey ended up both targeting Dawn, who immediately flew into the water, as she weighed almost as much as a feather. B put his finger over the nozzle of his gun, spraying blood uncontrollably. Mike and Zoey sputtered, and Zoey was close to falling into the water.
“Zoey!” Mike screamed. He quickly jumped in front of the redhead, saving her from a particularly nasty blow from B. Zoey took B’s strategy, and also put her finger over the nozzle. Soon everyone was covered in pig blood. B was standing strong and taking the blows like a champ. However, Mike was still covering Zoey and was not fairing so well. He’d never wondered how bad pig blood would taste, and now he was experiencing it in full force. The disgusting, iron-like liquid flooded his mouth. Soon, he could take no more.
“Zoey, you got this!” He shouted as he was finally knocked into the water. Zoey trembled a bit. It was her versus the smartest guy on the show! Well, maybe besides the skinny one who’d been eliminated in episode one, but she’d already forgotten his name. B continued to spray Zoey, getting increasingly closer and closer. There was almost nothing Zoey could do. Her blows were hardly affecting the juggernaut. It didn’t help that the other team was cheering B on incredibly loudly, whilst the only person cheering for Zoey was Mike. Eventually, she couldn’t handle the blows. She tumbled off the platform and into the water.
“The Toxic Rats win! Maggots, I’ll see you at the campfire tonight.” Everyone started to clear out, sans Mike and Zoey.
B twirled the water gun around and pretended to put it in an invisible holster, stepping off the platform and leaving the warehouse. Zoey was still processing the fall and all the pig blood in her mouth. The water was cold and soothing. She wiggled around in the water, trying to get all the blood off. Once she got most of it off, she resurfaced. Mike was eagerly waiting for her.
“You did so well!” Zoey couldn’t help but smile at his adorable buck-toothed grin. When he wasn’t acting as one of his kooky personas, he sure was sweet. But Zoey still didn’t feel right about him. When he played his characters, he’d act so vastly different. That might seem normal as he was an actor overall, but he was just way too method for her liking. She was planning on asking him to maybe tone it down, if it was ok with him.
“Hey… I’ve been meaning to ask you if you could maybe tone down your acting. If that’s okay with you. It’s just… With the whole jersey shore persona and whatever you did with Jo? It’s just kind of weird because I really like you and I thought you liked me, but then you start flirting with Anne-Maria and...” Zoey started to tear up. “Obviously I don’t owe you anything but...” Suddenly the was met with the warm -if not wet and bloody- feeling of Mike’s body wrapped around her.
“Zoey... I’ve got to confess something. I have this thing called MPD. Basically, it means I have multiple personalities. When I flirt with Anne-Maria and act like an old man? Those are just some of my personalities. I just lied about the acting thing. I didn’t want to seem weird and-” Zoey quickly kissed him.
“You should’ve led with that, you dummy! Why would I judge you for that? Hell, that just makes you ten times cooler!” Mike sighed a deep sigh of relief.
Confessional- Mike
“I can’t believe it! She accepts me! And I didn’t need anyone’s help telling her!”
End Confessional.
Confessional- Zoey
“Well, that explains everything. I suppose it’s best that I found out this now rather than later.”
End Confessional.
“Can you not tell anyone though? I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression about me.” Mike saw something move in the corner of his eye, but he shrugged it off. Probably just a rat or something. The rest of the campers had left the warehouse, and it was just Mike and Zoey. Well, at least that’s what they thought.
“Of course! Your secret’s safe with me.”
The camera panned out to reveal a hidden Scott, who was hiding behind one of the lockers.
Confessional- Scott.
“So, Mike had MPD? I’m sure I can use that in the future. Zoey may not tell anyone, but I might!”
End Confessional.
Confessional- Mike.
“Ok. So, it’s great that Zoey is cool with me, but I haven’t forgotten that… He resurfaced. I might as well fill you all in. Mal is my 6th alter. He’s a protector. But he usually ends up overdoing his job and scaring people away. He knows I need this money, and I know he’ll do anything to get it. He hasn’t come out since my Juvie days.” Mike looked to the side. “But that’s another story.”
End Confessional.
The maggots were quite in a very somber mood. Zoey and Mike were covered in blood. Jo and Anne-Maria were covered in punch. Brick and Ella were the only people who seemed happy, albeit awkward.
“Ok, I think I’m going to take a shower,” said Mike.
The other three girls followed him, realizing that probably was a good idea. The only people left were Brick and Ella.
“Soo, what’d you think about my dance skills?” Brick asked in a joking tone.
“They were good! And I’m not lying, you really know how to dance!” Ella said, pointing at Brick.
“Thank you. I was actually saving that routine for a real prom. But I suppose a fake prom is just as good.”
“Oh! Well, you can always use it again. This of me as a practice round,” chuckled Ella.
“No, it was more than that!” Brick said. “I don’t know, it felt… Magical?”
“I know! It really did,” Ella said. Both parties looked away, blushing.
Confessional- Ella.
“I think I’ve found my prince…” she swooned. “And I didn’t even need to lose my shoe!”
End Confessional.
Ella and Brick both leaned in for a mutually agreed kiss. Their lips almost touched. Almost.
“Oh my god!” Sam shouted. Both Brick and Ella screamed back. Brick even fell off the log they were sitting on.
“I am so sorry! I won’t tell anyone.” Sam covered his eyes with his hands. He stumbled away.
Confessional- Sam.
"Brick? And Ella?! Who would've expected that?"
End Confessional.
Brick and Ella sat in awkward silence. It was finally broken by Brick’s infectious and hearty laugh. It was booming and loud, but it was still beautiful to Ella. She started to laugh too- her laugh was much lighter. It could’ve been mistaken for singing.
A few hours later, The Mutant Maggots were gathered at the campfire. They all exchanged nervous glances with each other. One member of their team would leave the island- permanently.
“Mutant Maggots. Welcome. There are five marshmallows on my plate. One of you will not receive one tonight, and you will catch a ride on the Bird of Shame.”
“I thought the bird died?”
“I lied. So go cast those votes and we’ll get to it!”
Voting Confessionals- Everyone on the Mutant Maggots.
“I’m voting for Jo. That bossy B-I-T-C-(Bleep) Has got to go!” Shouted Anne-Maria.
“Anne-Maria is annoying, and hardly a team player. She’s leaving tonight,” said Jo, casting her vote.
“I’m voting for Anne-Maria. I’d vote for Jo, but I feel bad after the whole Mal thing,” said Mike.
“Anne-Maria. If she keeps rubbing up on Mike, even as one of his alters, I’ll lose it!” Zoey shouted.
“I’ll vote for Jo. Sure, Anne-Maria messed up, but she initiated the fight. Not very sportsmanlike,” stated Brick, casting his vote.
“I’m voting for Jo. She lunged at Mike and set him off. Not very kind,” said Ella.
End Voting Confessionals.
“Okay. You’ve all cast your votes. Let’s get to it.”
“Zoey! Come get your marshmallow. You’re safe.”
Zoey eagerly jumped up and ate her marshmallow.
“Mike- so are you.”
He sighed a deep sigh of relief and took his marshmallow.
“Brick and Ella! Looks like you two lovers are safe.”
Brick and Ella exchanged a glance. “Uh, were not lo-”
“Sure, you aren’t. I can see the cameras, you know that, right?”
Everyone looked at the duo.
“Whatever.” Chris turned to Anne-Maria and Jo.
“Welcome, girls. You both got three votes each.”
The two looked at each other nervously.
“And because of this… You will engage in a tiebreaker!”
We cut to Jo and Anne-Maria on top of an elevated platform over water. In their hands were sticks with foam ends.
“Okay. Your goal is to knock your opponent into the water before the timer runs out. The winner will stay in the game, and the loser will take the bird home. BEGIN!”
Jo immediately lunged at Anne-Maria, expecting her to buckle underneath Jo’s so-called superior strength. But to Jo’s surprise, she held her ground. The metal sticks clashed against each other, and each girl took turns exchanging blows.
“Not bad, jersey girl!” Grunted Jo, who was genuinely struggling. Anne-Maria responded with a growl, knocking Jo to the ground.
“I’m staying in this game, Jo!” She shouted through her teeth.
Jo yelled and lunged at her, for the second time that day. She tackled Anne-Maria into the water, unfortunately taking herself down with her. The girls crashed into the water with a mighty splash. Jo quickly resurfaced.
“Do I win?!” She asked eagerly.
“Not exactly. You both fell into the water…” Chris grinned slyly.
“So?” Both girls asked.
“So, your both eliminated!” Chris shouted, laughing.
We cut to both girls on the docks.
“This is stupid. I won fair and square!” Jo yelled.
“Tell It to the bird!” Chris yelled back. The bird swooped down and took both girls by their arms. They yelled all the way.
“All right! Now that Jo and Anne-Maria are gone, how will the maggots fare? Will Brick and Ella continue their oh-so-secret romance? What will Mike do now that Scott knows about his MPD? Find out next time on,
Total!
Drama!
Revenge of the island!”
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The Mutant Maggots were sleeping soundly in the luxurious spa hotel. Zoey, in particular, was loving the lavish lifestyle. Her family wasn’t the richest. The whole reason she joined to show was to make some money, to help her father out. It’d been a hard-knock life (Pun very much intended, Zoey loved that film) for her and her father ever since her mother had died. She was determined to bring the money home, no matter what. She’d also joined the show to (hopefully) make some friends. A lonely girl, she was. (Wow, she really was just stocked to the brim with references today.) But it was true! She’d make a friend in this a sweer body on her team, Mike. Nothing out of the ordinary…. Besides the fact that he was her DREAM GUY!! Nice, cute, and got her references! Just thinking about him made her swoon. She shrugged it off and got out of her bed. She did not want to leave, but she had to. After all, it was her tradition to wake up extra early in the mornings and take a walk around her neighborhood. Or, in this case, the island. She slowly inched out of bed, taking account of the sleeping Anne-Maria. She quickly got dressed and brushed her teeth, opening the door. The cool September air hit her, and she shivered. But she loved it. Everything about the island was so peaceful. The waves crashed against the beach. The birds squawked in the distance. She took in a deep breath. It was truly amazing. She started to walk around the island, soaking in the sunlight. Suddenly, she heard the creaking of a door. She turned around. It was Jo.
“Hey, Zoey,” she said, speeding up as she went.
Zoey realized she had the perfect opportunity to make a new friend!
“No, wait! I was wondering if-um, if- you’d like to go on a walk with me?”
(…she Nailed It.)
Jo looked at her, slightly confused. “Uh… Sure?”
Jo wasn’t used to anyone wanting to actually be next to her. Willingly. You couldn’t have waterboarded this information out of her, but the true reason she joined Total Drama was very different from the persona she displayed. Of course, she wanted the Million. Who didn’t? But she also wanted a friend. Someone real! Someone who wouldn’t be scared of her. She was quickly snapped out of her daydreams. Zoey was asking her something.
“Uh, so… Why’d you join Total Drama?” She asked. The early morning sunlight hit her face perfectly.
“Well, for the money! Why else would I join?” She lied.
“Well, I joined to make friends,” said Zoey.
Jo took a mental note of that. I guess she wasn’t the only lonely girl on the island.
“Do you have any siblings?” Zoey asked.
“Yeah. I Have 4 older brothers. But if you came by my house, it certainly wouldn’t seem like it!” Jo laughed. Her laugh was burly and loud. But it was also infectious and full of joy. Zoey smiled and started laughing too. Soon, all that could be heard was the joyous harmony of the two girl's laughter.
Staci was having a much worse time. It was 9:30 when she woke up. She had about 10 minutes to spare before that challenge began. All she could think about was how much she utterly hated herself. She would never dare to admit it, though. She constantly hid behind her thick layer of lies. She wished that she could just stop. But no matter how many times she’d say that she’d stop, it never came. She never stopped lying. Everyone in her life hated her, and she knew it. She was surprised that she wasn’t the first boot, for crying out loud. She slowly climbed out of the crappy bed and walked to the main lodge. She walked in, hunched over. She felt invisible.
“Hey! Come sit with us!”
…Was that to her?
She turned over to find Dawn and B, her fellow teammates, calling to her. Dawn was smiling at her.
That’s new, she thought.
She gingerly took a seat next to the two. The bigger one, whose name was B, wrote something down on his notepad.
Hello! You looked lonely, so I asked Dawn to invite you to our table! Don’t worry, we don’t bite.
Staci still couldn’t process this. Nobody had ever willingly let her sit with them.
“…Thank you.”
B wrote something on his notepad.
You seem a bit tense. You alright?
“Yeah. I was just thinking. You know, my great, great-”
But Staci stopped halfway.
“You know, this dude named William Holley invented that notepad! He invented the pad around when he innovated the idea to collect all the paper scraps from various factories.”
She had done it. She hadn’t lied, for once in her life! She had finally done it!
But before Staci could celebrate, Chris threw open the door, carrying a boombox. He strutted into the lodge, then planted his feet in the center of the room and started to do that one Fortnite dance we all collectively forgot about.
“Please stop,” said Dakota. She was comforting a crying Sam, who was devastated that anyone was still doing that dance.
After a grueling thirty seconds, he finally stopped doing the awful dance.
“Ok, ok, I'll stop! Anyways, today’s challenge is called Wawanakwa Musical! Teams must perform a skit. Everyone must have a speaking part, and it must have a corny message about something found in a typical High School Disney Channel movie. The team with the best number gets to pair up people to go to prom, while the other team gets it randomly. The couples need to face off in prom-themed challenges, such as drinking all the punch, dancing off, and something else I wouldn't want to spoil for you all. The campers who win the most challenges and make the best skit will win!"
“I don't even want to know what that last challenge will be," said Mike.
"Don't worry, nothing too dangerous!" Chris replied. Some of the campers exchanged worried glances.
“Oh, a skit! How exciting!” Chirped Ella, the secret 7th member of the Mutant Maggots. She was surrounded by animals, per the norm.
“Can you please get your stupid animal friends out of my face!?” Shouted Scott, who had become a resting place for the birds, having several perched on his head.
“Little ones, farewell! You must depart, at least for now,” she said, the heartbreak break in her voice crystal clear.
Confessional- Brick.
“Is it just me, or was that girl not here before? But I’m not complaining! Another member of our troop is just what we need!” Brick blushed.
End Confessional.
“I can already tell this one has a wonderful soul! Her aura is exceptionally bright pink, and it suits her wonderfully. As to how she teleported here? Beats me."
End Confessional.
We cut to all the campers outside the main lodge. The Mutant Maggots were doing a group huddle to brainstorm ideas.
“Ok. Mags. Let’s organize a game plan! We’ve got this in the bag if we work hard and persevere!” Said Brick.
“Never call us “Mags” again,” snarked Jo.
“I like that attitude, Brick! I think our message should be about spreading kindness and not bullying!” Chirped Ella.
“I, um, thank you,” fumbled Brick, who was not used to someone complimenting him for a change.
“We need to cast everyone as a part. First off, we’ll need a bully character. Any volunteers?”
Most eyes went to Mike, the self-proclaimed Actor. He started to sweat but soon realized his team needed him. He sighed and took off his shirt. He instantly switched to Vito, one of Mike’s many alters.
“Ayo, what seems to be the issue?” said Vito. Anne-Maria was enamored instantly.
Confessional- Zoey.
“Mike sure does take his acting seriously. Must be a method actor. Not going to lie, it’s a bit weird. But I like weird!”
End Confessional.
“Who knew you had such a bod under that shirt?” Swooned Anne-Maria. She jumped on Vito, who didn’t mind.
“Ok Mike, we get it, you’re a good actor. Are you doing this or not?” screamed an irritated Jo.
“Yeah. sure, whatever,” said a completely uninterested Vito.
“We’ll also need a victim and five other roles. Any ideas?” asked Brick.
“How about we have one bystander and three people who spread the anti-bully message?” Ella suggested.
“Fine with me,” said Brick.
“Anyone want a particular role?” Ella asked.
“I want to be one of the spreaders,” said Jo, which was a surprise of most.
“Ok! Me and Brick can be the other two, Anne-Maria can be the victim, and Zoey can be the bystander. I have an idea for the plot- Mike bullies Anne-Maria, and Zoey doesn’t do anything. Then we come in and tell them to be kind, and then it works, and we live happily ever after!” said Ella.
“Ok, why don’t we run through it?” Suggested Jo.
“Ayo, what am I doing again?” Vito asked.
“Ugh, cut the crap and start acting!” Screamed an irritated Jo.
“Yeesh, it’s cold in here. I’m putting my shirt back on,” pretended Vito, aware that Mike probably needed to switch in. Mike was at first quite confused, but quickly realized what had happened.
We cut to a montage of the Maggots working very hard at refining the script. Lines were changed, parts swapped, and then swapped back again, but in the end, they’d created the perfect skit- the ultimate work of their labor.
However, on the other side of the auditorium were the Toxic Rats, who had fewer hurdles.
B wrote something down on his notepad.
Just make it about how great Chris is and we’re sure to win.
“Sounds like a plan to me!” Said Scott, giving the silent giant a fist-bump.
“Yeah. We can improvise it as we go! We don’t even need a script!” Dakota said.
“Wait, what are we doing?” Asked Staci, who was once again out of the loop.
Soon, Chris, Chef, and some intern sat at a table, waiting for the skits to be presented. They were at the auditorium, where the Talent Contest challenge had been done a few years back.
“Ok, maggots! Wow me!”
Chris leaned back as Mike and Anne-Maria walked out on stage.
“Hey nerd, give me your lunch money!” Said Mike, utterly failing at sounding intimidating.
“Oh no! Whatever will I do??” Said Anne-Maria, who was wearing one of Cameron’s glasses he’d left behind as a pitiful attempt for a nerd costume.
Zoey then walked out. “Oh no! I want to do something, but I’m scared!”
Jo, Ella, and Brick then walked out.
“Hey! Bullying is bad!” Shouted Ella.
“You need to stand up for yourself!” Screamed Brick at Anne-Maria.
“You need to stop being a bully!” Screamed Jo, who was significantly louder than the rest.
“And you need to learn not to be silent! If you see something, say something!” Ella finished.
“Wow! Thank you! I will always stand up for the victim next time I see someone being bullied!” said Zoey.
“And I will be kind!” said Mike.
“You better!” Shouted Jo. “Now get got and leave this poor girl alone!” Jo shoved Mike much harder than she had anticipated.
He fell off the stage, landing right on his head. The others winced at his misfortune.
“…So be kind!” Finished Ella, who then quickly scampered down to check on Mike.
Mike faded in and out of consciousness. But he knew one thing- this was not a good sign. Mike had a 6th Alter. A particularly malevolent one, should I say… His name was… Mal.
Mike stood up, sporting fresh bags under his eyes. Well, the lone eye you could see, as the other was covered by hair. He stood up and grabbed Jo by the collar.
“Don’t touch me,” he said in an even tone.
Jo was hardly threatened by Mike grabbing her, considering she was twice his size. He had no strength. But when he spoke, it was different. Something about the way he spoke scared her. His even but still threatening voice. His unwavering face of pure anger. She backed away.
“Sorry.”
Confessional- Jo.
“I don’t know what came over me. He’s so non-threatening in the physical department, but the way he talks?” Jo looked at the camera. “Someone give that twig actor of the year!”
End Confessional.
We cut to Chris, Chef, and the intern. They all sat with mostly stunned and confused faces. They got into a group huddle before Chris finally spoke.
“…Okay, that was weird. But it was also pretty good, and you did everything right. We’ll give you… a 7/10.”
The maggots cheered loudly. Even though it wasn’t a nine or a ten, they were simply glad Chris gave them a satisfactory score, especially for how much work had been put into the project. Mal took in a deep breath and switched back into Mike.
“…What did I miss?” He asked. Nobody said anything, simply glaring at him.
Confessional- Mike.
“Ok, I’m pretty sure I switched into Mal which is definitely not a good thing.” He buried his face in his hands. “They probably all hate me now…”
End Confessional.
Confessional- Zoey.
“Ok, so about what Mike did back there? So weird! I know Jo shoved him, but that just felt way out of line. Or maybe I’m overthinking it. Is this normal? Am I the weird one??”
End Confessional.
“Ok, you can sit on the bleachers now. Rats, you’re up!”
All of the rats came out at once.
“Man, I really love Chris!” Said Scott.
“Yeah, he’s so cool, and handsome to boot!” Swooned Dakota.
“Chris… Is an interesting guy!” Forced out Dawn, who genuinely could not think of anything good to say about the host.
“I don’t think Chris is all that cool,” said Staci, who hadn’t caught on yet. Scott quickly shoved her to the ground.
“How could someone not like Chris??” Scott questioned.
“That girl is insane,” added Dakota.
B drew something on his notepad. It was a drawing of Chris, with a 12-pack (if that's even possible) and surrounded by adoring fans.
They all bowed, and Chris clapped loudly, much to the chagrin of the Maggots. They had no chance.
“I LOVE it!! 10/10, Rats win!!” Chris shouted, not even bothering to ask for Chef's and the intern’s opinions.
Confessional- Chef.
“If you ask me, the skit the Rats made was a bunch of Chris-propaganda-spouting-nonsense. The Maggots? Now that was amazing. Every part was well played, and every line was perfect. 10/10, truly the Mutant Maggot's magnum opus. What a cinematic masterpiece." Chef then burst out laughing.
End Confessional
“So, it’s clear to everyone that the Rats win. You may start pairing up now. I’ll pair the Maggots in a second.”
“I can go with B!” Suggested Dawn. B nodded.
“I’ll go with Sam!” Stated Dakota. Sam looked up, surprised.
Confessional- Sam.
“You’re telling me that a pretty girl willingly picked me to go to prom with them??!” Sam fainted.
End Confessional.
The only two left were Scott and Staci.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” groaned Scott.
“Ok. Mike can go with Zoey, Ella goes with Brick, and Jo goes with Anne-Maria,” said Chris, without much thought.
We cut to the teams in a warehouse that was decorated to look like a high school. The lights were a deep purple. In the center was a disco ball, and there was a dance floor underneath it.
“Ok, the way this works is that each couple will compete in one challenge each, starting with the punch drinking contest. Each couple will need to down two giant bowls of punch, one for each person. Whoever finished their punch first wins. Also, no spilling can occur our you’re out!”
“We’ll take punch,” said Jo immediately.
“Whoa, I did not sign up for that!” Anne-Maria protested.
“Don’t care, didn’t ask. We’re doing it!” Anne-Maria rolled her eyes but eventually agreed to it.
“I’ll take the punch. I just want to get my “date” with Mrs. Flabby-Mc-chatter-mouth over as soon as possible,” groaned Scott.
The couples were waiting at the punch table for Chris to call start.
“BEGIN!”
Jo quickly grabbed the bowl and downed the juice in two big gulps. She instantly turned to Anne-Maria.
“Come on, hurry up!”
Anne-Maria was having a difficult time getting the punch down. Eventually, she just couldn’t finish it. She spat all of the punch into Jo’s face. Jo screamed and clenched her fists.
“Great job, you lunatic! You cost us the challenge!” Shouted Jo.
“Maybe I woulda done betta if you weren’t SHOUTIN’ AT ME!!” Screamed Anne-Maria, her jersey accent at full display.
Jo lunged at Anne-Maria. Unfortunately for the Maggots, Scott and Staci had already finished their punch. Scott smirked and wiped the punch from his mouth.
“Easy!”
Staci also had punch around her mouth. She wiped the punch residue off her lips, but she couldn’t wipe the permanent grin off her face. She felt a deep sense of accomplishment, despite the fact it was just a bowl of punch. She felt like she'd made a genuine contribution to her team.
“The Toxic Rats win the first round!” Shouted Chris. They cheered loudly, and the Maggots knew their fate was sealed. Jo and Anne-Maria were both fighting each other. Both were covered in the sticky fruit punch, and screaming.
Confessional- Brick.
“That was so unsportsmanlike that I don’t even know what to say.”
End Confessional.
The next challenge was a dance-off. It was Ella and Brick versus Sam and Dakota.
“Ok. So, whoever can dance the longest without tripping up or giving up wins! Good luck!”
Royalty-free romance music started to play in the background. Brick had prepared for this moment his whole life. Well, he wouldn’t have expected it to be on a reality TV show with a girl he’d only known for a few days, but you win some and you lose some. Brick swooped Ella up and spun her around. Ella grabbed his hands and slowly rocked with him. They started to move around the dance floor. They continued to spin each other around in beautiful harmony. Ella couldn’t help but imagine how much this reminded her of the dance scene between Belle and the Beast. Her heart swelled. Had she found her prince? Brick was having similar thoughts. He’d never found someone quite as graceful as Ella.
Sam and Dakota were dancing much less formally. They mostly goofed off, doing random and silly dances. They were laughing very hard. Dakota couldn’t stop thinking about how cute Sam looked! The two continued to boogie, laughing all the way.
After about 30 minutes, the couples were still going strong. Well, one of them was going strong. Ella and Brick were dancing the night away, as their dance was slower and less physically demanding. Sam and Dakota weren’t fairing so well. Sam could only do so many video game dances before he tired out, and he was already on the verge of passing out. Dakota was also getting tired, but in the end, it was Sam who fell.
“The Mutant Maggots win!”
Ella and Brick collapsed into a tight embrace, happy that what felt like hours of dancing was over.
Confessional- Ella.
“Wow, I’ve never felt so magical in my life… And Brick! He was an amazing dancer!” Ella sighed longingly.
End Confessional
Confessional- Brick
“She’s quite the dancer...” Brick looked away from the confessional’s camera, hiding his tomato-red face.
End Confessional
Mike, Zoey, B, and Dawn were nervously waiting for the final part of the challenge. One can only imagine all the messed up things Chris can come up with. Soon, Chris came close to the four teenagers.
Four interns lead the contestants to a large platform that was elevated over a pool of water. The four contestants got onto the platform, and they were given water guns filled with a red liquid.
“Inside these guns are PIG BLOOD!! You must shoot your opponents off the table and into the water. The team who can knock their opponents down first wins!”
Zoey gasped. “Is this some sort of messed up homage to Carrie?!” She asked.
“I can’t state that for copyright reasons, but I think you know the answer,” said Chris.
The duos put their fingers on the trigger, waiting for Chris to let them begin.
“Three… Two… One!”
Mike and Zoey ended up both targeting Dawn, who immediately flew into the water, as she weighed almost as much as a feather. B put his finger over the nozzle of his gun, spraying blood uncontrollably. Mike and Zoey sputtered, and Zoey was close to falling into the water.
“Zoey!” Mike screamed. He quickly jumped in front of the redhead, saving her from a particularly nasty blow from B. Zoey took B’s strategy, and also put her finger over the nozzle. Soon everyone was covered in pig blood. B was standing strong and taking the blows like a champ. However, Mike was still covering Zoey and was not fairing so well. He’d never wondered how bad pig blood would taste, and now he was experiencing it in full force. The disgusting, iron-like liquid flooded his mouth. Soon, he could take no more.
“Zoey, you got this!” He shouted as he was finally knocked into the water. Zoey trembled a bit. It was her versus the smartest guy on the show! Well, maybe besides the skinny one who’d been eliminated in episode one, but she’d already forgotten his name. B continued to spray Zoey, getting increasingly closer and closer. There was almost nothing Zoey could do. Her blows were hardly affecting the juggernaut. It didn’t help that the other team was cheering B on incredibly loudly, whilst the only person cheering for Zoey was Mike. Eventually, she couldn’t handle the blows. She tumbled off the platform and into the water.
“The Toxic Rats win! Maggots, I’ll see you at the campfire tonight.” Everyone started to clear out, sans Mike and Zoey.
B twirled the water gun around and pretended to put it in an invisible holster, stepping off the platform and leaving the warehouse. Zoey was still processing the fall and all the pig blood in her mouth. The water was cold and soothing. She wiggled around in the water, trying to get all the blood off. Once she got most of it off, she resurfaced. Mike was eagerly waiting for her.
“You did so well!” Zoey couldn’t help but smile at his adorable buck-toothed grin. When he wasn’t acting as one of his kooky personas, he sure was sweet. But Zoey still didn’t feel right about him. When he played his characters, he’d act so vastly different. That might seem normal as he was an actor overall, but he was just way too method for her liking. She was planning on asking him to maybe tone it down, if it was ok with him.
“Hey… I’ve been meaning to ask you if you could maybe tone down your acting. If that’s okay with you. It’s just… With the whole jersey shore persona and whatever you did with Jo? It’s just kind of weird because I really like you and I thought you liked me, but then you start flirting with Anne-Maria and...” Zoey started to tear up. “Obviously I don’t owe you anything but...” Suddenly the was met with the warm -if not wet and bloody- feeling of Mike’s body wrapped around her.
“Zoey... I’ve got to confess something. I have this thing called MPD. Basically, it means I have multiple personalities. When I flirt with Anne-Maria and act like an old man? Those are just some of my personalities. I just lied about the acting thing. I didn’t want to seem weird and-” Zoey quickly kissed him.
“You should’ve led with that, you dummy! Why would I judge you for that? Hell, that just makes you ten times cooler!” Mike sighed a deep sigh of relief.
Confessional- Mike
“I can’t believe it! She accepts me! And I didn’t need anyone’s help telling her!”
End Confessional.
Confessional- Zoey
“Well, that explains everything. I suppose it’s best that I found out this now rather than later.”
End Confessional.
“Can you not tell anyone though? I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression about me.” Mike saw something move in the corner of his eye, but he shrugged it off. Probably just a rat or something. The rest of the campers had left the warehouse, and it was just Mike and Zoey. Well, at least that’s what they thought.
“Of course! Your secret’s safe with me.”
The camera panned out to reveal a hidden Scott, who was hiding behind one of the lockers.
Confessional- Scott.
“So, Mike had MPD? I’m sure I can use that in the future. Zoey may not tell anyone, but I might!”
End Confessional.
Confessional- Mike.
“Ok. So, it’s great that Zoey is cool with me, but I haven’t forgotten that… He resurfaced. I might as well fill you all in. Mal is my 6th alter. He’s a protector. But he usually ends up overdoing his job and scaring people away. He knows I need this money, and I know he’ll do anything to get it. He hasn’t come out since my Juvie days.” Mike looked to the side. “But that’s another story.”
End Confessional.
The maggots were quite in a very somber mood. Zoey and Mike were covered in blood. Jo and Anne-Maria were covered in punch. Brick and Ella were the only people who seemed happy, albeit awkward.
“Ok, I think I’m going to take a shower,” said Mike.
The other three girls followed him, realizing that probably was a good idea. The only people left were Brick and Ella.
“Soo, what’d you think about my dance skills?” Brick asked in a joking tone.
“They were good! And I’m not lying, you really know how to dance!” Ella said, pointing at Brick.
“Thank you. I was actually saving that routine for a real prom. But I suppose a fake prom is just as good.”
“Oh! Well, you can always use it again. This of me as a practice round,” chuckled Ella.
“No, it was more than that!” Brick said. “I don’t know, it felt… Magical?”
“I know! It really did,” Ella said. Both parties looked away, blushing.
Confessional- Ella.
“I think I’ve found my prince…” she swooned. “And I didn’t even need to lose my shoe!”
End Confessional.
Ella and Brick both leaned in for a mutually agreed kiss. Their lips almost touched. Almost.
“Oh my god!” Sam shouted. Both Brick and Ella screamed back. Brick even fell off the log they were sitting on.
“I am so sorry! I won’t tell anyone.” Sam covered his eyes with his hands. He stumbled away.
Confessional- Sam.
"Brick? And Ella?! Who would've expected that?"
End Confessional.
Brick and Ella sat in awkward silence. It was finally broken by Brick’s infectious and hearty laugh. It was booming and loud, but it was still beautiful to Ella. She started to laugh too- her laugh was much lighter. It could’ve been mistaken for singing.
A few hours later, The Mutant Maggots were gathered at the campfire. They all exchanged nervous glances with each other. One member of their team would leave the island- permanently.
“Mutant Maggots. Welcome. There are five marshmallows on my plate. One of you will not receive one tonight, and you will catch a ride on the Bird of Shame.”
“I thought the bird died?”
“I lied. So go cast those votes and we’ll get to it!”
Voting Confessionals- Everyone on the Mutant Maggots.
“I’m voting for Jo. That bossy B-I-T-C-(Bleep) Has got to go!” Shouted Anne-Maria.
“Anne-Maria is annoying, and hardly a team player. She’s leaving tonight,” said Jo, casting her vote.
“I’m voting for Anne-Maria. I’d vote for Jo, but I feel bad after the whole Mal thing,” said Mike.
“Anne-Maria. If she keeps rubbing up on Mike, even as one of his alters, I’ll lose it!” Zoey shouted.
“I’ll vote for Jo. Sure, Anne-Maria messed up, but she initiated the fight. Not very sportsmanlike,” stated Brick, casting his vote.
“I’m voting for Jo. She lunged at Mike and set him off. Not very kind,” said Ella.
End Voting Confessionals.
“Okay. You’ve all cast your votes. Let’s get to it.”
“Zoey! Come get your marshmallow. You’re safe.”
Zoey eagerly jumped up and ate her marshmallow.
“Mike- so are you.”
He sighed a deep sigh of relief and took his marshmallow.
“Brick and Ella! Looks like you two lovers are safe.”
Brick and Ella exchanged a glance. “Uh, were not lo-”
“Sure, you aren’t. I can see the cameras, you know that, right?”
Everyone looked at the duo.
“Whatever.” Chris turned to Anne-Maria and Jo.
“Welcome, girls. You both got three votes each.”
The two looked at each other nervously.
“And because of this… You will engage in a tiebreaker!”
We cut to Jo and Anne-Maria on top of an elevated platform over water. In their hands were sticks with foam ends.
“Okay. Your goal is to knock your opponent into the water before the timer runs out. The winner will stay in the game, and the loser will take the bird home. BEGIN!”
Jo immediately lunged at Anne-Maria, expecting her to buckle underneath Jo’s so-called superior strength. But to Jo’s surprise, she held her ground. The metal sticks clashed against each other, and each girl took turns exchanging blows.
“Not bad, jersey girl!” Grunted Jo, who was genuinely struggling. Anne-Maria responded with a growl, knocking Jo to the ground.
“I’m staying in this game, Jo!” She shouted through her teeth.
Jo yelled and lunged at her, for the second time that day. She tackled Anne-Maria into the water, unfortunately taking herself down with her. The girls crashed into the water with a mighty splash. Jo quickly resurfaced.
“Do I win?!” She asked eagerly.
“Not exactly. You both fell into the water…” Chris grinned slyly.
“So?” Both girls asked.
“So, your both eliminated!” Chris shouted, laughing.
We cut to both girls on the docks.
“This is stupid. I won fair and square!” Jo yelled.
“Tell It to the bird!” Chris yelled back. The bird swooped down and took both girls by their arms. They yelled all the way.
“All right! Now that Jo and Anne-Maria are gone, how will the maggots fare? Will Brick and Ella continue their oh-so-secret romance? What will Mike do now that Scott knows about his MPD? Find out next time on,
Total!
Drama!
Revenge of the island!”
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