Black n white love

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True Black Fathers: it takes a man to be one.

2012.05.22 06:54 BZenMojo True Black Fathers: it takes a man to be one.

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Tips and tricks for Canadians who love makeup. "Where-to-find" and other weekly posts coming soon!
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2020.09.29 02:25 Laurim One Year Celebration! [+ Bonus Spreadsheet Tracker]

Heya!

So I have officially been on ACPC for one year (well, 368 days now, but I started the first day of the October event last year, so I waited until this event was over).
My friend that got me into ACPC hasn't played since New Horizons came out, so ya'll are the ones I get to share any of this with :)

Random Stuff

Here's me! - ID: 0620 8939 804
 

Pics

Here's the first ever picture I took, 1 week into playing.
The kid's furniture was always my favorite in the OG game, so I started with that.
 
I went a little crazy with the star event...
 
Here's my current camper.
The God-King Gyroidite and I are tight. I listen when he talks.
 
A few of the villagers decided to throw me a party to celebrate!
I know this is a wedding set, but honestly I love the white instruments and hey, it's my party!
 
To celebrate with my in-game friends, I burned through over 100 fertilizer and have 300+ grapes for them.
If any of you happen to be my friend, go grab some! Or add me! The more the merrier!
 
Me and Apple have a special relationship...
(This has been my main picture for about 6 months. I'm loving the reactions to it with the new kudos system.)
 
But don't worry... it's mutual
 

As Promised... Spreadsheets!

Here's the Sheets I built to track my progress.
I made this about six months ago and usually update it about once a week. There's still a lot I want to add (one big one is tying all the villager furniture to the furniture list so you don't have to check it both places when crafting).

Here's a blank version if you want to fill one out for yourself!

I tried locking down most of the calculated stuff, but I'm sure I overlooked some stuff. If you have any suggestions or want me to add anything, let me know! I love building stuff like this and I (clearly) have way too much time on my hand.

I Am Once Again Asking For Your Help...

Actually this my first time asking, buuuut if you actually cared enough to look through my filled-in sheet, you probably noticed I'm missing some old fish/bugs. If anyone has any of these I could buy/sell back to you, I would be massively indebted to you and I'd be glad to repay however I can. Thanks!
 
Missing fish/bugs:
Neon Tetra
Zebra Moray
Angelfish
Spotted Knifejaw
Black Clown Fish
Golden Koi
Piranha
Guppy
Lobster
Chambered Nautilus
Horseshoe Crab
Goldfish
Pink Koi
Blue Moon Jellyfish
Green Moon Jellyfish
Yellow Moon Jellyfish
Saw Shark
Hammerhead Shark
Giant Trevally
Black Horsehair Crab
Giant Isopod
Cyclommatus Stag
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2020.09.29 02:15 PrisonerMals Breakdown(PrisonerMals) Unrestricted: Butcher and the Blade

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLMzMkY9YXM
Butcher(Andy) - Blade(Jesse)
AEW
- Cody reached out to the Butcher and the Blade about coming over and they were doing a per appearance based contract at first.
- Blade told Butcher to not be too excited for their debut because he doubted they were actually going to get to cut into the ring from below. So they were surprised when it ended up passing, in AEW when they tell you something is going to happen it happens.
- They were under the ring before their AEW debut for 5 minutes, Blade was terrified for their debut for 2 months before it happened. They snuck in when Cody's entrance black out happened. Someone else was under there with them to cut the hole in the ring and it went smoothly.
- Because they weren't fully signed yet after Bash at the Beach Butcher had to travel a lot for Nov/Dec 2019 due to his wife and band touring since they did not know they were going to get signed and thought it possibly might've been it for their AEW dates.
- Butcher missed a big date in Paris France with his band to have their final match vs DDP before flying on tour. They were offered full contracts after that match.
- Butchers girlfriend is a body builder and she was pissed when he burned himself from a crappy tanning business before his AEW debut.
- Andy and Jesse think fans should interpret why do they wear what they wear, the monocle the white outfits etc... They can tell you many reasons why as they are characters but its up to you to interpret what those outfits mean to you.
- After working w/the Young Bucks Butcher says they're the Michael Jordan of wrestling, everything clicks when working with them and planning out matches.
- They enjoy switching their ring gear out, when its a bigger or special match you're going to see them in their white jeans again.
- Allie is their unofficial manager because shes the most responsible one who takes care of their travel/appointments. Butcher stresses about nothing and Allie stresses out about everything.
History
- Tagging together for 3 years. Won tag team gold on their first debut match for PWR in Pennsylvania.
- Blade has been wrestling for 21 years.
- Butcher started wrestling again at 36 after initially tearing his acl when he was 19 and starting a band. Originally came back just to help his friends improve and be their bump guy.
- Blade(Jesse) says their team aesthetic was Andy's(Butcher) artistic creation.
- People were worried about Butcher getting back into wrestling at 36 due to possible injuries, hes 42 now and feels fine. Would regret not having come back and done what hes done.
- Blade initially did not want to work with his wife(Allie) because he didn't really want to be one of those couples where now she had to be his valet just because they were dating, but once they did it in the indies and saw how well it went, he thought it would be stupid to not do it. Then they separated working when Allie joined Impact and Jesse joined Andy to form Butcher and the Blade.
- Butcher thought typically valets in tag teams were not equal and portrayed as much weaker but he wanted for the Bunny to be a threat.
- Jesse and Andy used to have a podcast in which they often reviewed old Nitro shows. Says looking back it was hilarious watching stuff like La Parka vs Jim Powers because it made no sense.
- When doing the Stone Cold podcast Austin had gone through 2 shoulder surgeries and told Andy(Butcher) he'd be in a recliner for months recovering. Butcher was playing guitar and hiking within 2 weeks of torn rotator cuff shoulder surgery. He loves being active to keep youthful and to stay cheerful avoiding depression recovering after surgery.
General
- Butchers bands name is 'Everytime I Died' Blade went to School with all of Butchers band mates, he met him through them and found out he was into wrestling. They're good friends now, hang out during time off.
- Covid helped Butcher in a weird way because his band took a break and Butcher was able to focus all on wrestling this year.
- Butcher relates wrestling to writing a physical song in the ring. Loves living another life through his wrestling persona.
- Blade tells a story about doing an annual 2 day wrestling show/music set in Buffalo with Butchers band where they wrestle in the day and play music in the evening, they had Best Friends and OC booked for it and on night 2 OC got wasted for the show once the wrestling was done, says he got into it like they were the Beatles. Orange told Butcher to pick him up onto his shoulders and throw him into the crowd (3500 people). Butcher did not know if he could clear the gap and he didn't, Orange Cassidy took a bump on the rail not quite making it to the crowd. Orange was drunk so naturally he was fine, Butcher felt bad for days and kept texting him to make sure he was not injured.
- Blade says hes happy Buffalo has a good wrestling school now(Grapplers Anonymous)and many more prospects, calls the talent from there the Buffalo Brothers. A lot of them got used on AEW Dark recently (Puf, Kevin Blackwood and Daniel Garcia, Megabyte Ronnie).
- Everyday I Die new album is in the can and recorded, being released sometime 2021.
- While traveling and listening to the radio they have similar taste, usually listen to 80's synth or something like Pantera.
- Andy loves listening to conspiracies not because he believes them but because he finds the people who do to be extremely interesting, loves hearing how they think.
- Jesse says scariest movie hes seen was Candy Man in the theater, favorite horror movie is Mandy. Andy says his scariest movie hes seen is the Descent.
- Both Andy and Jesse approve of Hawaiian Pizza.
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2020.09.29 01:56 NocontacSon176 AITA for refusing to house my sons and his child after we went because he was racist

Throwaway I don’t want to be identified
So I have my son who is 24 and I have a black daughter who is 18 that I adopted. My and sons dad are both white.
We kicked out my son when he was 18 because my son said some really racist and hurtful things after we celebrated daughter achievements. We where angry that he was scaring his little sister and was making her field bad.
He said that we never celebrate his achievements and we forgot about him and ignored him as a child and told him to grow up and forced him to take care of his sister so she can have a good life.
Anyway today my son called and begged for me to let him stay at my house after his girlfriend abandoned him and his son and that they are homeless.
I told my son to put him in foster care and go get a job. He told me he dropped out of college to help support his son with a job that pays only minimums um wage and that he was fired due to the pandemix
I told my son I won’t speak to him because he was racist to his younger sister and that I don’t love racist kids. My son cried and left the phone calls. I blocked him. My daughter is my only child and she agrees she does not want to see her racist brother
Eddit read my other comments
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2020.09.29 01:47 ClassyLifter [CAN-ON] [H] Huge Selection of Nintendo 3DS, DS, Gamecube, N64, NES, SNES, Sega Genesis, Everdrive, Gameboy, GBA, Wii, Wii U, PS1, PS2, PS3, PS4, Xbox 360 Games and Systems [W] PayPal

Prices are in CANADIAN dollars

Shipping is paid by the buyer. Lettermail and tracked shipping options are both available


Hi everyone!
For sale is a huge selection of games spanning multiple consoles. I am happy to provide pictures upon request. Feel free to PM me with any other questions. Deals can be arranged for multiple purchases.


Enjoy!


Nintendo 3DS Games
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
Etrian Odyssey IV: Legends of the Titan (Big Box Edition) Nintendo 3DS CIB $80
Pokemon Omega Ruby Nintendo 3DS NEW $70
Fire Emblem Awakening Nintendo 3DS CIB $60
Dragon Ball Z Extreme Butoden Nintendo 3DS NEW $65
Pokemon Alpha Sapphire Nintendo 3DS CIB $45
The Legend of Zelda A Link Between Time Nintendo 3DS CIB $35
Pokemon Sun Nintendo 3DS CIB $35
The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time 3D Nintendo 3DS CIB $35
Animal Crossing: New Leaf Nintendo 3DS CIB $35
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Gates to Infinity Nintendo 3DS In-Box, No Manual $30
Pokemon Sun Nintendo 3DS In-Box, No Manual $30
Mario & Luigi Dream Team Nintendo 3DS CIB $30
Pokemon Moon Nintendo 3DS CIB $25
New Super Mario Bros 2 Nintendo 3DS CIB $25
Mario Kart 7 Nintendo 3DS Loose $25
Super Smash Bros for Nintendo 3DS Nintendo 3DS CIB $25
LEGO Lord of the Rings Nintendo 3DS CIB $25
The Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time 3D Nintendo 3DS Loose $ 20
Lego Marvel Super Hero's Universe in Peril Nintendo 3DS CIB $20
Lego Pirates of the Caribbean Nintendo 3DS CIB $20
Angry Birds Trilogy Nintendo 3DS CIB $20
Steeldiver Nintendo 3DS CIB $15



Nintendo DS Games
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
Pokemon SoulSilver Version (big box edition, no pokewalker) Nintendo DS In-Box - No Pokewalker $250
Pokemon SoulSilver Version (NOT FOR RESALE) Nintendo DS CIB $210
Pokemon HeartGold Edition (NOT FOR RESALE) X2 Nintendo DS CIB $210
Magician's Quest: Mysterious Times Nintendo DS CIB (MINTY) $200
Pokemon White Version 2 (x2) Nintendo DS CIB $130
Pokemon Black Version Nintendo DS CIB $90
Pokemon White Version (x2) Nintendo DS CIB $90
Pokemon Black Version (rough box) Nintendo DS CIB $80
Okami Den Nintendo DS CIB $55
Mario & Luigi Partners in Time Nintendo DS CIB $45
Animal Crossing: Wild World Nintendo DS CIB $40
Shin Megami Tensei Devil Survivor 2 Nintendo DS CIB $40
Elebits: The Adventures of Kai and Zero Nintendo DS CIB $30
New Super Mario Bros. Nintendo DS CIB $30
The Legendary Starfy Nintendo DS CIB $25
Backyard Hockey Nintendo DS CIB $25
New Super Mario Bros Nintendo DS In-Box, No Manual $25
Mage Knight: Destiny's Soldier Nintendo DS CIB $25
Mario Kart DS Nintendo DS alternate case, no manual $25
Yoshi's Island DS Nintendo DS Loose $25
Yoshi Touch & Go Nintendo DS CIB $25
Spyro: A New Beginning Nintendo DS CIB $25
Spyro: Dawn of the Dragon Nintendo DS CIB $25
Disney's Kim Possible: Global Gemini Nintendo DS CIB $20
Ninja Gaiden: Dragon Sword Nintendo DS CIB $20
Star Trek Tactical Assualt Nintendo DS CIB $20
Mario & Sonic at the Olympic Games (x2) (2008) Nintendo DS CIB $20
Mario & Sonic at the Olympic Games Winter Games Nintendo DS CIB $15
The Price Is Right Nintendo DS CIB $15
Rubik's World Nintendo DS CIB $15
Hello Kitty Birthday Adventures Nintendo DS CIB $15
Worms: Open Warfare Nintendo DS CIB $15
The Backyardigans Nintendo DS CIB $15
Broken Sword the Shadow of the Templars Nintendo DS CIB $15
Where's Waldo? The Fantastic Journey Nintendo DS CIB $15
Garfield A Tale of Two Kitties Nintendo DS Loose $15
Guinness World Records Nintendo DS Loose $15
The Settlers Nintendo DS CIB $10
Chicken Shoot Nintendo DS CIB $10
Zhu Zhu Pets Nintendo DS CIB $10
Pogo Island Nintendo DS CIB $10
LEGO Battles Nintendo DS CIB $10
Lego Battles: Ninjago (2 Copies) Nintendo DS CIB $10
The Smurfs (2 Copies) Nintendo DS CIB $10
Poptropica Nintendo DS CIB $10
Toy Story 3 Nintendo DS CIB $10
Skylanders Spyro Adventures Nintendo DS CIB $10



Nintendo DS System
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
Nintendo 3DS Black Nintendo 3DS Loose (w Charger) $150
Aqua Blue Nintendo 3DS Nintendo 3DS Loose (w Charger) $150
Nintendo 2DS (Electric Blue) Nintendo 2DS Loose (w Charger) $105
Nintendo DS Lite (White) Nintendo DS Loose (no charger) $55
Black and Red Nintendo DS Lite Nintendo DS Loose (w Charger) $85
Black and Red Nintendo DS Lite Nintendo DS Loose (no Charger) $70
Black Nintendo DS Lite Nintendo DS Loose (no Charger) $70
White Nintendo DS Lite Nintendo DS Loose (no Charger) $60



Gamecube Games
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
Metal Gear Solid: The Twin Snakes Gamecube CIB $145
Super Mario Sunshine (Player's Choice) Gamecube In-Box, No Manual $95
Mario Kart Double Dash Gamecube CIB $90
Pikmin Gamecube CIB $85
Luigi's Mansion (Player's Choice) Gamecube CIB $80
The Simpsons Hit and Run (Players Choice) Gamecube CIB $70
Pikmin (Players Choice) Gamecube In-Box, No Manual $65
Starfox Assault Gamecube CIB $60
Viewtiful Joe Gamecube CIB $60
Mega Man X Collection Gamecube CIB $55
Viewtiful Joe 2 Gamecube CIB $45
Sonic Adventure DX (Player's Choice) Gamecube In-Box, No Manual $45
Shadow the Hedgehog (Player's Choice) Gamecube In-Box, No Manual $45
Star Wars Rogue Squadron 3 Rebel Strike Gamecube CIB $40
X-Men Legends 2 Rise of Apocalypse Gamecube CIB $30
Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 3 Gamecube CIB $30
Ty, the Tasmanian Devil Gamecube CIB $30
Mega Man Anniversary Collection Gamecube CIB $25
Star Fox Adventures Gamecube In-Box, No Manual $25
Spyro: A Hero's Tail (Player's Choice) Gamecube CIB $25
X-Men Legends Gamecube CIB $25
Pac-Man Fever Gamecube CIB $20
Killer 7 Gamecube Loose (alternate Case) $20
Wave Racer Blue Storm Gamecube In-Box, No Manual $15
007 Everything or Nothing Gamecube In-Box, No Manual $15
Lord of the Rings Two Towers Gamecube CIB $15
007 From Russia with Love Gamecube Loose (alternate Case) $15
Spider-Man (Players Choice) Gamecube CIB $15
Top Gun Combat Zones Gamecube CIB $10
Prince of Persia Warrior Within Gamecube CIB $10
Driven Gamecube CIB $10



Gamecube Systems & Accessories
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
Black Gamecube Controller Gamecube Loose $45
Indigo Gamecube Controller Gamecube Loose $45
Controller (Mad Catz) Gamecube Loose $20



Nintendo 64 Games
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
Super Smash Bros Nintendo 64 CIB $150
Perfect Dark Nintendo 64 CIB $60
Banjo-Tooie Nintendo 64 Loose $60
South Park Chefs Luv Shack (PAL) Nintendo 64 CIB $60
F-Zero X Nintendo 64 Loose $45
007 Goldeneye Nintendo 64 Loose $40
Banjo Kazooie Nintendo 64 Loose $40
Star Fox 64 Nintendo 64 Loose $35
Quest 64 Nintendo 64 Loose $30
007 Goldeneye Nintendo 64 Loose $30
Perfect Dark Nintendo 64 Loose $25
007 The World is Not Enough Nintendo 64 Loose $25
Wave Race 64 Nintendo 64 Loose $25
Triple Play 2000 Nintendo 64 Loose $25
Blast Corp Nintendo 64 Loose $20
NHL 99 Nintendo 64 Loose $15
WWF Attitude Nintendo 64 Loose $15
Jet Force Gemini Nintendo 64 Loose $15
Star Wars Rogue Squadron Nintendo 64 Loose $15
Memory Card (3rd party) Nintendo 64 Loose $10



Nintendo 64 Systems & Accessories
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
Nintendo 64 Console w/ Grey Contorller Nintendo 64 Loose $125
Nintendo 64 Console (missing front cover + av Input) Nintendo 64 Loose $100
Nintendo 64 Yellow Controller Nintendo 64 Loose $40
Nintendo 64 Blue Controller Nintendo 64 Loose $35
Nintendo 64 Red Controller (bad stick) Nintendo 64 Loose $35
Nintendo 64 Gray Controller (bad stick) Nintendo 64 Loose $35
Nintendo 64 Controller Pak Nintendo 64 Loose $20
Nintendo 64 Rumble Pak Nintendo 64 Loose $20



Gameboy Games
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
Operation C Gameboy Loose $40
Metroid 2 Return of Samus Gameboy Loose $35
The Legend of Zelda Links Awakening Gameboy Loose $35
Mega Man Dr. Wily's Revenge Gameboy Loose $25
Spider-Man X-Men Arcade's Revenge Gameboy Loose $15
Tetris Gameboy Loose $15
The Amazing Spider-Man Gameboy Loose $15
Super RC Pro Am Gameboy Loose $12


Gameboy Systems and Accessories
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
Gameboy Console Gameboy Loose $70



Sega Genesis Games
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
Vectorman Sega Genesis NEW $90
Rocket Knight Adventures Sega Genesis In-Box, No Manual $55
Cool Spot Sega Genesis CIB $35
Wolverine Adamantum Rage Sega Genesis In-Box, No Manual $35
Separation Anxiety Sega Genesis Loose $31
Ecco the Dolphin Sega Genesis CIB $25
Sonic the Hedgehog 2 Sega Genesis CIB $25
Sonic the Hedgehog Sega Genesis Case and Manual Only (NO GAME) $25
X-Men Sega Genesis CIB, no poster $25
Aladdin Sega Genesis Loose $20
Ecco the Tides of Time Sega Genesis In-Box, No Manual $15
Ren and Stimpy: Stimpy's Invention Sega Genesis In-Box, No Manual $15
Sonic Spinball Sega Genesis CIB $15



Sega Systems and Accessories
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
Sega Dreamcast Arcade Stick Sega Dreamcast CIB $200



Gameboy Advance Games
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
Metroid Fusion GBA CIB $180
EZ-Flash IV GBA Loose $60
Yoshi's Island: Super Mario Advance 3 GBA CIB $50
Super Mario Advance GBA CIB $50
Super Mario Advance 2 GBA CIB $40
Yu-Gi-Oh GX Duel Academy GBA In-Box, No Manual $35
Battleship, Risk, Clue GBA Loose $15
Harry Potter GBA Loose $15
Monopoly GBA Loose $15
Spyro: Season of Ice GBA Loose $15
Board Game Classics GBA CIB $15



Gameboy Advance Systems and Accessories
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
Custom Back-Lit Gameboy Advance System (Glacier) GBA Loose $150
Gameboy Advance System (Glacier) GBA Loose $65



Nintendo Entertainment System Games (NES)
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
Monster in my Pocket NES In-Box, No Manual $150
Kid Icarus NES CIB $150
Batman Return of the Joker NES Loose $80
A Nightmare on Elm Street NES Loose $80
Castlevania 3 Dracula's Curse NES Loose $60
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 3 The Manhattan Project NES Loose $50
Mike Tyson's Punch-Out NES Loose $40
Adventure Island 2 NES Loose $35
Tecmo Super Bowl NES Loose $35
Game Genie NES Loose $35
Final Fantasy NES Loose $32
Super Mario Bros 2 NES Loose $30
Zelda 2 The Adventure of Link (Gold) NES Loose $30
Gremlins 2 NES Loose $30
Wolverine NES Loose $30
Super C NES Loose $30
Rampage NES Loose $25
Kid Icarus NES Loose $25
Tiny Toon Adventures NES Loose $25
Paperboy NES Loose $25
Little Nemo the Dream Master NES Loose $25
Donkey Kong Classics NES Loose $25
Ninja Gaiden 2 The Dark Sword of Chaos NES Loose $25
Ghosts 'n Goblins NES Loose $25
Faxanadu NES Loose $25
Werewolf NES Loose $22
Excitebike NES Loose $20
Smash TV NES Loose $20
Guerrilla War NES Loose $20
Bionic Commando NES Loose $20
Adventures of Lolo NES Loose $20
Metal Gear NES Loose $20
Jackal NES Loose $20
Friday the 13th NES Loose $20
Double Dragon NES Loose $20
Teenage Mutant Turtles NES Loose $20
Batman the Video Game NES Loose $20
Adventure Island NES Loose $20
Super Mario Bros 3 NES Loose $20
Snake's Revenge NES Loose $20
Castlevania 2 Simon's Quest NES Loose $20
A Boy and His Blob: Trouble on Blobomania NES Loose $20
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2 The Arcade Game NES Loose $20
Robocop NES Loose $17
Double Dragon 2 NES Loose $15
Strider NES Loose $15
Blaster Master NES Loose $15
Star Tropics NES Loose $15
Spy Hunter NES Loose $15
RC Pro-Am NES Loose $15
Super Mario Bros NES Loose $15
Wizards and Warriors NES Loose $15
Blades of Steel NES Loose $15
The Simpsons Bart vs the Space Mutants NES Loose $15
The Goonies 2 NES Loose $15
Gotcha! NES Loose $15
Yoshi's Cookie NES Loose $15
Jaws NES Loose $15
Yoshi NES Loose $15
Roller Games NES Loose $15
Cyberstadium Series Base Wars NES Loose $15
Narc NES Loose $15
Dr. Mario NES Loose $15
Tetris NES Loose $12
Golgo 13 Top Secret Episode NES Loose $12
Operation Wolf NES Loose $12
Mickey Mousecapade NES Loose $12
Wrath of the Black Manta NES Loose $12
Duck Hunt NES Loose $12
Sky Shark NES Loose 10



NES Systems and Accessories
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
NES Zapper Light Gun NES Loose $15
NES Controller NES Loose $15



Super Nintendo Entertainment System Games (SNES)
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
Super Mario Kart (Mint) SNES CIB $150
Donkey Kong Country 3: Dixie Kong's Double Trouble SNES CIB $140
Mortal Kombat 2 SNES CIB $90
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 4: Turtles in Time SNES Loose $70
Final Fantasy 2 SNES Loose $65
Bust-A-Move SNES CIB $60
Super Mario World SNES Loose w Manual $45
Donkey Kong Country 3 - Dixie Kong's Double Trouble SNES Loose $40
Ultimate Mortal Kombat 3 SNES Loose $45
Donkey Kong Country 2 Diddy's Kong Quest SNES Loose $40
The Legend of Zelda a Link to the Past SNES Loose $40
The Tick SNES Loose $35
Double Dragon 3 SNES Loose $30
Raiden Trad SNES Loose $30
MTV's Beavis and Butthead SNES Loose $30
Super Mario All-Stars SNES Loose $30
Mighty Morphin Power Rangers (x2) SNES Loose $30
Nhl 95 SNES CIB $25
Toy Story SNES Loose $25
Ghostbusters SNES Loose $25
The Simpsons Bart vs the Space Mutants SNES Loose $25
Cool World SNES Loose $25
Spawn SNES Loose $25
Mortal Kombat SNES Loose $25
Mortal Kombat 2 SNES Loose $25
The Addams Family SNES Loose $25
Final Fight SNES Loose $25
Killer Instinct SNES Loose $25
Starfox FX SNES Loose $25
Disneys the Lion King SNES Loose $20
Super Empire Strikes Back SNES Loose $20
F-Zero SNES Loose $20
Alien 3 SNES Loose $20
WWF Raw SNES Loose $20
Daffy Duck Marvin Missions SNES Loose $20
Speedy Gonzales Los Gatos Bandidos SNES Loose $20
Spider-Man X0Men Arcade's Revenge SNES Loose $20
The Incredible Hulk SNES Loose $20
Clayfighter SNES Loose $20
Judge Dredd SNES Loose $20
Pitfall - The Mayan Adventure SNES Loose $15
NHL 97 SNES Loose $15
Super Star Wars SNES Loose $15
WWF Super Wrestlemania SNES Loose $15
Stunt Race FX SNES Loose $15
Disneys The Jungle Book SNES Loose $12
Nickelodeon Aaahh!!! Real Monsters SNES Loose $10



SNES Systems and Accessories
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
SNES Console Donkey Kong Edition SNES CIB $420
Super Scope 6 SNES Loose w Manuals $110
Acclaim Dual Turbo Wireless SNES Controllers + Receiver SNES Loose $55
Fighter Stick SN SNES Loose $35



Everdrive Games
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
SD2SNES Deluxe Edition SNES CIB $300
Mega Everdrive Sega Genesis Loose $285
Everdrive GB Gameboy CIB $200
Everdrive MD Sega Genesis CIB $185



Wii Games
Title System Condition Price (CDN)
Mario Kart Wii (w/ 2 Steering Wheels) Wii CIB $75
NHL Slapshot Bundle Edition (w/ 2 Black Stick Controllers) Wii CIB $60
Pikmin 2 (Nintendo Selects WII CIB $60
The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword Wii CIB $60
Dragon Ball Z Budokai Tenkaichi 3 Wii CIB $55
Bit.Trip Complete Wii CIB $45
Wii Sports Wii Loose $40
Metal Slug Anthology Wii CIB $35
Active Life Outdoor Challenge Wii CIB $30
Super Mario Galaxy Wii CIB $30
Sin and Punishment: Star Successor Wii CIB $30
Donkey Kong Country Returns Wii CIB $25
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2020.09.29 01:35 awyntera [Thank You] for the B&W cards

Got my first few black and white cards in the mail today, and it made my evening when I checked the mailbox.
Thank you u/mcjergal for the Ellsworth Kelly card. It's a funny coincidence bc I was literally looking into buying some stamps with his artwork yesterday! Crazy how the world works sometimes, haha
Thank you u/robusto_esplendido for the Columbia football card! I always like seeing pictures from earlier times, especially when it gives you a small glimpse into people's lives :] and I appreciate all the moving advice!
Thank you u/RedBloodQueen for the lovely ballerina card. It's definitely a uniqe find and I can't believe someone gave it to a thrift store! Though I suppose I should be grateful otherwise you may not have found it and I wouldn't have received it in the mail!
Last but certainly not least, thank you u/gastrorabbit for the two-toned card. I love that you made it yourself and thank you for your kind words :]
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2020.09.29 01:31 GiveMeAllYourMeth [LF] All pink Nook Stop Outdoor Items [FT] Bells, NMTs, whatever you prefer

As far as the pink items go I really want:
Pink Drink Machine (I have white for trade)
Pink Cotton Candy Stall (I have Red and Black for trade)
Pink Springy Ride-On (I have light brown for trade)
I would also love the White Snack Machine (I have black for trade)
Pastel Teacup Ride (I have Red and Black for trade)
I would also trade out for any colors of the Monster Statue, Lighthouse, Playground Gym, and Pool. I have the Red, Black, Multicolored, and Gray respectively for trade.
Thanks so much in advance! :)
Edit: If anyone has White streetlamps or a White Park Clock as well, I have green and brown to trade respectively!
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2020.09.29 01:23 RobinAnonymous I’m a cast member in your favourite TV show, and there’s something wrong with my cast mates.

My name is Robin, I'm an actress on a well-known TV show, and there is something wrong with my cast-mates.
Before you continue, I highly suggest you read my last post if you haven't yet, where I explain my situation. I didn't think anyone would take the time to read it, but thank you to those who did. You have no idea how much it means to me that our story is out there, at least to a few eyes, and some of you are willing to listen to what must sound like a fantasy.
I was prepared to face sceptics, what with the information I'm telling you. However, I feel like it's my responsibility to inform the outside world what is going on behind the scenes of our show. It's not much, but knowing you're out there gives me faith that someone will help us.
Once again, I'm going to stay anonymous. As much as I want to reveal my real name, as well as the others, and the people keeping me here, I can't. I want you to know the name of our show, and our network. My castmates. Because you'll know them. Everybody knows us, as well as our show. But for all the wrong reasons. I know there will be consequences if I reveal anything. It is frustrating, but it's the only way for me to tell you what is happening without getting caught, or putting the lives of people I love in danger.
I’m going to start by saying thank you to anyone who commented on my first post. I was prepared to face scepticism, so seeing people reacting is like a weight being lifted from my chest.
Though I want to get several things straight. Attacking James wouldn’t be smart, no matter how many times I considered it when my mind wasn’t a confusing blur of fog. Even if I managed to get past him, I’d run into a guard. I don’t think I was clear in my last post, because I was struggling to get everything down. This place is flooded with guards. Running would be pointless. I also saw your questions regarding Rory, and if I told him to stop taking the pill.
I did. Of course I did. When I was clear headed enough to think straight, it was the first thing I tried. But Rory is past saving. He’d been taking it for a while before I snapped out of it, so telling him to stop was like talking to a brick wall. He just looked at me with glassy eyes, and I knew his mind was far too gone. Besides, I know it’s cruel to say, and I hate myself for writing this; if Rory was awake, if he was even semi-conscious to what James is doing to us, he wouldn’t be able to stay quiet.
He wouldn’t be able to hide under a façade, faking taking the pill. He would go crazy.
I know Rory more than he knows himself. He would attack James and give himself away. Right now, I don’t need that. I need to figure out what the hell is wrong with my cast-mates, and get us out of here. Rory is a liability. Him being out of it right now is killing me. But I’ve got a better chance of getting us out of here if I work alone.
Right now, I don’t know the day or the time. It’s dark outside, so I guess it’s night. I know I’ve lost days, but I don’t know how many. All of my days blur into one, and sometimes I swear they drug me, despite me not taking the pill. It must be the food.
That’s why my head is foggy, my memories spotty. I’ve lost all sense of reality and time, and right now, you’re all I have. The phone I’m using is stuck on January 1st, so I have no idea what date it is. I don’t know how long it’s been since I posted. All I have is a stream of vague memories which don’t make sense to me. I feel like I’ve been on autopilot, my body and brain working for me; while I hang suspended, unable to speak, or cry out. It's weird, like an out of body experience. Like I'm paralysed, watching another me take over. It was like that until I woke up this morning, my head clear, and my thoughts mine again. I've stayed under the radar most of the day, pretending to be in a trance like the others. Now I'm alone I can finally tell you what's been going on.
We were filming last night. Now that's something I do remember. I know my filming schedule in clarity. I know our call-times well enough to say off the top of my head. That's it. Anything regarding my life, anything off set, is totally blank.
All I can remember are Katie’s lines. Katie’s life. I’m twenty five years old, and yet all I know is the life of a seventeen-year-old detective. She is stuck inside my head, and no matter what I do, I can’t get her out. My brain feels like it’s trudging through maple syrup, struggling to reach cohesive thoughts. My thoughts. Me. Robin.
Instead, it's all Katie. Katie Parker, my fucking character.
All I can think about is Katie, and I’m scared that I’m losing myself to her. I’m scared we’re all losing ourselves.
I saw something. I’m not sure when it was. It could have been yesterday, or a week ago, but I know what I saw. And I know they tried to make me forget. I’ll try and explain the best I can, so prepare for a confusing stream of consciousness which is me writing everything I remember that happened beforehand.
Sorry. My hands are shaking. I’m going to try and tell you everything, but bear with me. I still feel weird. My ears feel like they have been stuffed with cotton wool. I'm thirsty, but if I drink anything I know I'll be sick. I have to keep pressing backspace, because I can’t type properly. My thumbs feel like they’re too big for the screen. It’s like being drunk, but I know I haven’t drank anything remotely alcoholic in a while.
I’ve tried to get out of this room, but I’m sealed in. The windows are locked, and the only way in and out is the door, which is unlocked by a key-card only James and his guards have.
I’m going to write out everything I remember.
My last clear memory is the day after I was taken prisoner. It was a Saturday, but we were due on set to do some reshoots. I was late getting out of bed. My head hurt and I didn’t want to face the day. I didn’t want to slip back into a reality where I was being held against my will, and told I was “sick” because I wanted to leave the TV show I was sure had crashed and burned.
I was teetering on the edge of slumber when James burst in. “Good morning!”
Rory, who was fast asleep on the bed next to mine, mumbled something in his sleep. His English accent was enough to put a smile on my face, regardless of our situation. It was strange having him as a sort of roommate. We were good friends, but he was more likely to hang out with Noah than me. Rory had a loud personality, and liked to play music well into the night, with Noah, and the others, while I preferred a girls night in with Izzie and Lana. Rory on the pill was a different person. Like he'd been body snatched.
When he was doped up on the pill, he wandered around the room like he was in a dream, foggy eyes and a small smile curled on his lips. If I wanted to get anything comprehensible from him it would be either late night or early morning when the pill had worn off. But even then, it was like talking to myself. He rarely spoke.
I tried to speak to him the night before, but it was useless. Even if he wasn’t in a trance, he still struggled to focus on me. When I said his name, he'd sit up and frown at me like I was a stranger, before lying back down, forgetting I existed. If he wasn't sleeping, he lay on his back and stared at the ceiling with wide eyes as if the sickly yellow wallpaper peeling away had the answers to the universe.
"Guys." James said with more vigour, when none of us responded.
When I sat up, trying to blink the sleep from my eyes, James was standing in the doorway, that same triumphant smile plastered on his face. I've won, his expression screamed. I've won, and you've lost. In his hands were the usual; two glasses of water and a bag of McDonald’s breakfast sandwiches. My mouth watered. My meals were kept scarce. I was allowed two a day, and was monitored when grabbing a snack from craft services, so I was practically salivating.
“Breakfast time!" James trilled, his voice might as well have been nails scraping a chalkboard. "We’ve got a busy day ahead, so I expect your best behaviour."
My blood boiled. As much as I wanted to fight back, I couldn’t. I couldn’t let him know that I was fully sober. So I did as I was told and got out of bed, stationing myself in front of him.
Rory sat up and slipped off his bed on cue when James cleared his throat to get our attention. Rory didn’t look completely out of it that morning. He shot James a look of disgust when the writer handed him the pill. But he didn’t say anything, only swallowing it down with a gulp of water, before handing the glass back, his eyes narrowed into slits. I wasn't sure if my cast-mate was struggling to stay awake, or was glaring.
I hoped for the latter, but was doubtful. Even if he wasn’t zombified, there was still a vacancy in his eyes that I couldn’t ignore.
James nodded, satisfied.
“Open.” He murmured, and Rory looked like he might hesitate. It was then when I knew he wasn’t all fully there. If he was sober, that would have been the point when he’d launch his fist into James’s jaw, before grabbing my hand and making a run for it, regardless of guards.
It’s been pointed out that he is just like his character. Reckless. A loveable idiot who would do anything to save his friends. Rory was his character to a T. But instead of lashing out, he just stared back at the writer, as if he wanted to say something, but his words were being suppressed, choked to the back of his throat.
The writer cocked his head, a frown curving on his lips.
“Did you not hear me, Rory? Are you suffering from hearing loss as well?”
Rory shook his head in response, the movement almost robotic, before opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, showing he had swallowed the pill. It was the kind of behaviour I would expect from a kid, and sure, Rory was only twenty, and the youngest out of the five of us, but James was treating him like a five-year-old.
My cast-mate didn’t speak, only bowing his head, and James moved onto me, his smile widening.
“Robin.” He nodded at me, his eyes sparkling with unkempt glee.
I took the pill as instructed, popping it into my mouth and shoving it behind my bottom teeth with my tongue. It wasn’t the perfect hiding place, and it took practise to lodge the pill where it couldn’t be detected, but so far I had managed to fool him. James handed me the glass of water, and I took a small sip, making sure to swallow hard to emphasise the capsule going down my throat. James leaned close, and I could smell bacon on his breath, which turned my gut. With every ounce of willpower, I kept a poker face.
“Open.”
His tone was commanding.
I complied and opened my mouth. He did his usual check, and I struggled to remain still and submissive. With him so close, I had the opportunity to smash my head into his mouth. It wouldn’t do much, maybe stun him. But it would give us the time we needed to run.
And then what? The thought struck me. Izzie, Lana and Noah were still trapped. If we did get out, who would believe us?
Nobody, I concluded, my eyes starting to sting.
They would agree with James. That we had lost our minds. The show was already a mess, and it's stars had finally hit rock bottom.
I could see the headlines, images of our faces popping up everywhere.
The cast of [REDACTED] had lost their goddamn minds and needed to be locked up. Though of course the show would respond by saying we had been sent to some rehabilitation centre in the middle of nowhere, where we could escape the dangers of social media and "find ourselves." Which was bullshit.
Even if we were sick, our minds truly fucked up by the state of our show, then this place, this shabby hotel on the edge of [REDACTED] is not a treatment centre. It's a prison until we learn to keep our mouths shut, or miraculously decide to stay on the show of our own free will.
“Good girl.” James said, before gesturing to the food he’d set on the table. “You two should eat. Get washed and dressed, and be ready in fifteen minutes. We’ve got Katie and Mac scenes to do today.”
James hurried out quickly, shooting us both a two fingered salute. As soon as the door slammed shut, I spat the pill onto my hand and grabbed the glass of water, eager to get the metallic taste out of my mouth. James had left us a bacon sandwich and medium sized Coke each. I ate the sandwich and dropped the pill in the soda, letting it disintegrate. Rory gave me a questioning look, but he didn’t speak. The pill silences us, so Rory stayed quiet. Though I felt his eyes following me as I hurried to get ready.
I took a quick shower in the small en-suite provided, and dressed quickly, throwing a sweater over some jeans, and dragging a comb through tangles of my hair. My appearance didn't bother me. That's what the makeup artists are for, ready to turn me into Katie Parker for the day. Looking at myself in the tiny mirror stuck to drab looking walls, I couldn't help notice the shadows under my eyes, and half wondered if there was anyone talented enough to transform me into the sweet-smiling teenage girl I was supposed to be, without using the magic of concealer and blush.
The ride to set was silent. There was still no sign of Noah, and I was starting to inwardly panic. I sat in the back of James's car, squashed between Lana and Izzie, with Rory in the passenger seat. They didn't speak a word, all adapting the same glassy eyed look, staring forwards, unblinking. I copied them.
James nodded along to the radio, often asking us if we wanted to request a song, and then chuckling to himself when none of us responded.
I spent the car-ride staring out of tinted windows, wondering if there was some way I could knock out James, and get control of the wheel. But of course there were consequences. If I failed, we could crash. There was nothing discernible to use as a weapon, and if I missed him, I would reveal myself to be awake.
But that didn't stop me thinking of possible positives to the negatives. If we crashed, we could get someone's attention, and I could easily get a hold of the police.
Except, was I willing to put my friend's lives at risk to maybe get help?
Knowing the answer to that, I ignored the sick feeling in my gut, and focused on a plan which was slowly piecing itself together in my head. Noah was nowhere to be seen, so finding him was my top priority. I needed to get back to the hotel so I could look for him, which meant I needed a distraction. Our director Simon has Emetophobia, the fear of vomiting. So I was going to use that to my advantage.
We arrived on set early, and I spent an hour in hair and makeup, being turned into Katie. I had scenes with Izzie that morning, and usually I would go to her trailer and rehearse with her.
Because of the new rules, however, we had to stay separated. So I headed to craft services to grab a snack. My plan was to stuff as much food in my mouth as possible without it being obvious, and then pretending to barf when the cameras were rolling. Luckily, our producers like to spoil the crew. I filled my mouth with caviar and hummus, before heading to stage 2. We were starting with an outdoor scene in front of Katie’s house. I already had the lines perfected.
I was confident. I don't know why I was confident, when my best friend was standing in front of me, her strawberry blonde hair pulled into a prim ponytail, made-up eyes blinking at me. I tried not to notice the fog in her eyes, the look of confusion I'd seen in Rory's.
She plays Stella, Katie's best friend. Izzie would usually do voice exercises or get the giggles before filming, but not anymore. My cast-mate stared back at me, and all I saw was Stella's smile. Stella's teasing eyes. A shiver slid down my spine. The combination of caviar and hummus in my mouth turned sour. It slowly began to dawn on me that Izzie no longer recognised me. The pill we were being fed didn't just suppress and silence us. It rotted away who we were, leaving a submissive shell behind.
"Action!" The director shouted, but his voice sounded faded. I couldn't take my eyes off of Izzie. I couldn't stop thinking about the way Rory had been looking at me.
Like I was a stranger.
Burning bile crawled up my throat and I bent over, spitting out the contents of my mouth. Though I wasn't acting. I felt like I was really going to be sick, and had to clamp my mouth shut to avoid actually barfing. The director yelled out an exasperated, "cut!" and James hurried over, shoving Izzie out of the way.
“What is it?" He hissed in my face, his expression thunderous. "Are you sick, Robin? Why didn't you say anything?"
Part of me was waiting for Izzie to say something, like she always did. When I looked up at her, she still had Stella's smile, her warm brown eyes staring straight through me.
I could have cried. Instead, I forced my emotions deep, deep down.
The crew were murmuring behind me. I felt their eyes burning into my back. It wasn't cold, not in the fall sunshine, but I was shivering. Keeping my expression nonchalant, I nodded to his first question, and with a heavy sigh, the writer nodded, pursing his lips.
He straightened up, addressing the crew. "We can do Katie's scenes later. Lets focus on Mac, Stella and Jules." James grabbed my arm, his leech like grip eliciting a shriek in the back of my throat. I swallowed it down. "Someone get Robin home. And for goodness sake, get her a Sprite or something. The poor girl looks like she's going to barf again. Are you going to be sick again, or are you finished?" His tone was patronising, and my cheeks burned with humiliation. I had half a mind to spit in his face.
"No." I said softly, making sure my voice was monotone like Rory's.
Inclining his head, James nodded. "Do you have a fever? Are you feeling hot?"
"No."
James let go of me like I really was contagious. "Give her a COVID test, just in case." He turned to the crew, running a hand through his hair, "or maybe I gave her a strong dose of the first stage of her treatment. She may have had a bad reaction to it."
I should have been concentrating on keeping my expression blank, but my heart was racing.
First stage of treatment, my mind parroted.
What did that mean? What was the second stage?
As if I was still doped up on the pill, the world seemed to move in a blur around me. I was conscious of changing out of Katie's wardrobe and back into comfy sweats. There were voices around me, but compared to the ones inside my head, they were white noise.
All I could think about were Izzie and Noah and Rory, and what James had said about our so-called "treatment". If the pill was the first stage, what was the second? My stomach slithered into my toes. Whatever James was drugging us with had turned my cast-mates into zombies.
If the show wasn't satisfied with that, what were they planning on doing to us?
When time caught up, James was shoving me into the back of his car, dropping a lukewarm can of Sprite on my knee. I didn't dare look up. "It'll settle your stomach." he said, cheerily, before heading to the front to speak to the guard who was chaperoning me.
They spoke in hushed murmurs, but I heard them loud and clear. "If there's any trouble of any kind, I want you to call me straight away." James said, his tone like splintering ice. Though the guard just scoffed, leaning out of the window.
"With Robin?" He laughed. "She doesn't even know what planet she's on, Marley. The girl's a blank slate."
James didn't laugh. "Just get her back to her room."
When we got back to the hotel, the guard took a firm grip of my arm, dragging me into the reception area. After making a show of patting down his pockets, he announced he'd lost the key-card for my room, grinning like a fool.
He greeted the clerk, who sent me a wary look, before his gaze snapped to the guard. Leaning forward, his eyes flicked up and down the guard, his eyes narrowing. I wondered if the clerk was on our side, if he knew what was going on, and was against it. But I wasn’t going to put much faith in such a presumption.
"Key cards are kept downstairs in the office," the clerk said, in a bored sounding tone. He gestured to an ancient looking elevator. "Room 305."
We took the elevator, which led us to the basement, a narrow hallway with bleached white walls. The guard stopped outside room 305.
“Wait here." he grunted.
I nodded, suddenly conscious that I was being left alone. Which gave me the perfect opportunity to explore.
I stayed stiff, maintaining my blank eyed look, but the guard just rolled his eyes. "Who am I kidding?" Waving a hand in front of my face, he chortled; “of course you'll stay here. Hell, if I asked you to pitch yourself off a bridge, you would do it without even hesitating."
He shook his head. “Marley's one fucked up son of a bitch, but at least you kids are doing as you’re told.”
Still chuckling to himself, the guard slid inside 305, his grip slipping from my arm.
"Stay right there, little bird."
The door slammed shut behind him, and I forced my shaking legs forward. The hallway looked like it went on forever, doors lined parallel to each other. Lunging into a power-walk, I peeked inside each room, pressing my face against the glass. But I was just looking at what looked like storage spaces and abandoned rooms. I was halfway down the corridor, conscious of the guard appearing at any moment, when something flashed in front of my eyes. It took me several disorienting seconds to realise it was coming from one of the doors. Specifically, 309. Getting closer, the light only got more erratic.
When I reached the door, I pressed my face against the glass, peering inside.
Room 309 was dark, except the light, which seemed to be emitting from a TV screen.
Unable to stop myself, I tried the handle and pushed it down. It was unlocked. There was no sign of the guard, so I let myself inside. Automatically, I found the light switch and clicked it on, but nothing happened. The room stayed dark. 309 was different from the other rooms. The others were storage spaces illuminated by sickly yellow light, or pitch black. But 309 was only lit up with buzzing static from a TV screen.
It was the TV that I couldn't stop staring at. It looked old. Ancient even. The type my grandparents had when they were kids. Though looking closer at the screen, it wasn't static I was staring at. There was a kids cartoon playing. Looney Tunes, I recognised the images. I had grown up with Cartoon Network's bright colours and high pitched cartoon screaming from the characters. But this was different. In fact, I'm not even sure it was an episode I was watching. It was black and white, and like the TV, the clip looked like it was from at least the late 40's. The characters looked a lot uglier, bulbous and wrong. Compared to what I saw when I was a kid, the prehistoric film gave me shivers.
It was the same sequence playing repeatedly, bleeding through struggling static. Bugs Bunny was on screen eating a carrot, while Daffy Duck hit him over the head with a plank of wood. Bugs didn't seem too fazed and continued eating the carrot, while Daffy got progressively more frustrated, slamming it down harder each time.
The footage skipped, and started again. Bugs eating the carrot, and Daffy sneaking up on him, sporting a devilish grin.
I was so captivated by the images flickering on the TV screen, I didn't notice movement at the corner of my eye. At first I thought it was a trick of the light, but then it happened again, this time accompanied by a scratching noise.
Turning away from the TV, I realised I wasn't alone. The tripping static from the television screen illuminated the room fully, and I found myself staring at a shadow, and then a human figure sitting in what looked like a dentist's chair.
The room reminded me of an abandoned doctor’s surgery.
I started towards the figure, and the closer I got, the light revealed more. Noah. My cast-mate was sitting stiff, his wrists strapped to leather armrests. Noah's gaze was glued to the TV screen, his eyes wide and unseeing.
With the gutter of my throat, I whispered his name.
“Noah?”
My cast-mate didn't respond, and my gaze travelled back to the screen, where the sequence was still repeating, over and over again, between tripping static.
Whatever Noah was being forced to watch, was doing something to him.
"I'm... I'm going to get you out of here," I managed to choke out. I grabbed his restraints in an attempt to free his wrists, but they were too tight.
"What do I do?" I whispered. "I'm here, Noah! What do I do?"
My attention turned back to the TV, back to Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck. Before I could stop myself, I was stumbling over to the screen and fumbling for an off switch. But even when I pushed buttons and flicked switches with shaking hands, nothing happened. The cartoon played on, the sequence repeating itself, as if it was taunting me, just like James’s smile.
And then I heard tapping.
It was barely audible, but in the silence of the room, I heard it.
Making my way back to Noah, I noticed his eyes were still stuck to the cartoon. But there was the slightest bit of movement, his fingers under the restraints hitting the armrest. At first I thought it was nothing, but there was a rhythm to the taps.
It hit me that Noah was sending me a message by stabbing his index into the plush leather of the arm rest, and then swiping it across.
Noah had always talked about his love for all things puzzles and problem solving. Of course he would know how to talk to me without the use of his mouth.
I had to be quick. If the guard wasn't on my tail yet, he would be. There was no pen and paper available, so I grabbed a roll of tissue paper and a scalpel, inputting each tap and swipe. I used a circle for a tap, and a horizontal line for a swipe.
Tap, tap, swipe, tap.
Tap, tap.
Swipe, tap
Swipe, tap, tap.

Swipe, tap, tap
Tap
Tap, swipe, tap.
Tap.
Swipe, tap, swipe.
When I was done, Noah jolted in the chair, his eyes flickering, mouth opening like he was trying to speak. The TV, which until then had been on mute, started screeching with static, and the character’s outlandish screams came through loud and clear. The slam of the plank hitting the cartoon rabbit’s head defamed me, and I fought against pressing my hands over my ears.
It might sound crazy, but it was like he was reacting to the cartoon, his body trembling under the restraints. It was like he was having a seizure, his whole body palpitating, restrained wrists trying to break free. I thought he was waking up. I thought he was conscious and would start yelling at me to help him. Except no. I watched in horror as my cast-mate's head fell forwards, and Noah went completely limp, like his puppet strings had been severed.
When I dared lift his head, I caught something drip onto his shirt; a stream of startling crimson dribbling down his chin. Blood. His nose was bleeding. I opened my mouth to call for help, but doing that would get me caught. I had no choice. Stuffing the toilet paper with Noah's message into my jeans, I left him, choking out that I would help him, and stumbling back out onto the corridor, bile burning my throat.
The guard was waiting for me, a smirk curved on his lips. In his hand was the key-card. "Where'd you fly off to, Little Bird?"
I didn't reply. Couldn't reply. All I could think about was Noah. The guard didn't ask questions which confused me. He took me to my room and locked the door. When I was sure I was alone, I studied Noah's message, trying to make sense of it. But I couldn't.
That's all I remember. I don't remember Rory coming back, or James giving me a pill. After that, my memory is blank.
They know I saw something, and they tried to make me forget. But they failed.
I don't know how they failed, but they failed.
Luckily, I hid Noah's message under my mattress, along with the phone. I've tried Google, as well as pretty much every way to get help. But the internet does not work, so I can't even look up Noah's message. The app store lets me download apps, but ones like Facebook and Twitter are blocked on this one, and every other WiFi network I can find. It’s like the whole area is a blocked zone. I’m followed around on set all day, so it’s impossible for me to get time alone.
All I have is this app.
Even so, all I can do is post. If I want to try another subreddit, it won't let me. The error message just says “Sorry. Please try again later.”
So, no-sleep, I need your help.
Please tell me what Noah was trying to say. Hopefully, my interpretation is easy to translate.
I feel like I'm going crazy, like what I saw was some kind of hallucination. But I did see it, right?
Am I really sick? Am I losing my fucking mind?
No. I’m not crazy. I know what I saw.
James is just making me THINK I’m crazy.
I'm going to update you as soon as I can. I can hear footsteps outside, so I have to go. If they take me, I'm praying Rory finds this and continues to tell our story.
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A small update: last night I was unable to post. The WiFi network was down. I haven’t taken the pill, so my mind is a lot clearer. I've learned that the date of writing this it is 28th September. I've lost nine days. Nine days, and every single one of them is a blank in my mind. I had scenes with Noah earlier, and he seems normal. But I haven't spoken to him as Robin, only as my character.
Rory called me Katie this morning. His English accent is gone, and everybody else is acting like this is normal. Like Rory has been American the whole time, and I imagined his accent. When I managed to talk to him alone, he spoke to me like it was Mac talking to Katie, not Rory talking to me. He is acting just like his character.
I didn't imagine anything. Whatever happened in room 309 was real. There’s something wrong with Rory. I think they’ve done to him what they did to Noah.
I’ll update you in a few days, but I’m scared I won’t. I’m scared that this could be my last post.
Is the same thing going to happen to me?
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2020.09.29 00:56 BeneficialScars I hate the doctor's

I’ve always disliked the doctor. I hesitate to say hate, because that seems so personal, but let’s just say it is never a good experience. My veins are apparently difficult to find so nurses always dig around in my arm trying to draw blood. It usually takes them about 5 tries. No one ever seems to get my height right, either. Which honestly I know doesn’t affect anything, but as a tall girl I’d like it to be acknowledged. Don’t even get me started on the gynecologist. I’ll leave that to your imagination, but remember there’s nothing sexy about the gynecologist.
I’ve never had a doctor’s visit as bad as this one though. I have terrible migraines that finally got to the point of debilitation. The doctor scheduled me for an MRI at the local hospital, which naively I thought might be better than the bland beige walls of his office. Turns out shock white walls off the hospital hallways display blood a little better than the beige hallways of my doctor’s office. You’d honestly think a hospital of all places would be more cognizant of that pressing issue.
It’s just a little county hospital so the parking wasn’t as bad as I’d worried it’d be. I parked a little farther away to get some steps in and hopefully stop my FitBit from yelling at me every hour to walk more. I checked it as I made it to the front door - 67 steps. Not impressive.
“Excuse me, do you have the time?” a woman asked me, leaning against the wall having a smoke.
“2:09,” I answered. I was 6 minutes early to my appointment.
She nodded and slid further down the wall, still having a drag on her cigarette. I realized she looked like shit, but it is a hospital after all. I don’t know what I expected.
Oh god, she was wearing scrubs. Pink scrubs. Was this woman going to be the one taking care of me? This is just what I get for living in a small town. Sub-par care. I shuddered, wondering if they’d need to take more blood from me again. My poor veins were already shredded and I’m only 26.
I passed the nurses at what mildly passed for a coffee station. The ER was slammed that day, apparently. I wondered what slammed looked like for a hospital that serves approximately 80 people. Some kind of flu outbreak, they surmised. Great, I thought. I’ll probably walk out of here with the flu. Exactly what I needed.
The front desk pointed me to a room down a hallway and told me to sign in for Dr. Raden. She didn’t look up once, but I didn’t press the issue. The walk down was quiet. It was a far cry from the bustling hallways of TV hospitals. No doctors yelling “clear” or nurses sprinting down the hallway to coding patients. There was a gurney along one wall, but it looked more like decoration than anything anyone would use. Was anyone even a patient here? How was the ER slammed?
Dr. Raden was a regular looking guy. Is that a lazy description from me? It’s true. He’s the definition of someone you would slide your eyes over if you saw him in a crowd. Brown hair, brown eyes, medium height, medium weight. He looks like he’d apologize if you bumped into him on purpose. I felt fine with him. Contrary to hospital dramas, most doctors do just kind of look normal. Maybe medical school saps all the individuality out of you. Or maybe you have to be aggressively regular to be a doctor.
“Let’s see what’s going on!” he said genially, helping me onto the machine. “Now it’ll be loud, but I can play some music if you have any preferences.”
“I like most things,” I said. “But music is nice.”
He nodded and went behind the glass and in the machine I went. It banged. Loudly. He told me to stay incredibly still and I tried my best, but damn it’s a loud banging. I could barely hear the music over the machine’s thudding.
Honestly, “Fast Car” by Tracy Chapman was not a bad choice for a song. It was a pretty safe choice, but no one can say it’s not a great song. It gets less great the 8th time around though. I wondered if the MRI was like a jukebox and Dr. Raden was putting quarter after quarter in. I didn’t even know if an MRI was supposed to take this long. I got it - Tracy Chapman knew someone with a fast car. The point was hammered home. My head started to ache. I could feel a migraine coming on and sure enough those small grey dots started to form in front of my eyes. I knew what was next and wasn’t particularly excited to vomit in an MRI machine.
“Dr. Raden,” I yelled over the MRI’s thudding, “Can I stop now? I don’t feel well. I think I’m going to be sick!”
No response. Well, no response from Dr. Raden. I responded spectacularly by vomiting all over the inside of the machine. I crawled awkwardly out of the machine, wondering for a split second if it was dangerous. Is it like an X-RAY where I’m getting irradiated every second I’m here? Oh god, I really don’t know anything about MRI machines. The dots were joining together in front of my eyes. It looked like a gray sweater I tried to make during my knitting phase.
I looked around me, peering through the gray sweater my eyes had formed. The machine was still thudding. The glass observation window had some kind of red curtain over it. I felt my way along the wall, feeling the nausea rise up in my stomach again. I figured if I was going to throw up multiple times, then a hospital would’ve been the most understanding place about it. And yes, cue vomit. God, this is disgusting. What hasn’t Dr. Raden came to help me? I slid down the wall and cradled my head between my knees. It was something my mom told me to do whenever I felt sick, but honestly it very rarely helped. I couldn’t believe I’d spent $15 at Panera just to leave it all over the MRI room floor. This hospital was so quiet I couldn’t believe no one had heard me making a mess in here. Wheel me out on the gurney for all I care, just get me away from the mess I’d made!
I hobbled out to the hallway, keeping my head down.
“Hello? Can someone help me?”
No answer. I felt my way along the wall to the next doorknob I could feel. Surely this was the door to the MRI room. God I’d be pissed if Dr. Raden had fallen asleep while I was out here pitifully whining. I opened the door. It was slick. I figured it must’ve been some antibacterial spray or whatever hospitals do to keep clean. I wiped it across my jeans. It didn’t smell lemony.
“Dr. Raden? I’m having a migraine. I need help. I can’t see anything and I’m sorry about the machine but just please don’t bill me for that because honest I can clean it myself it just happens sometimes but can someone please help me sit or something and I - “
I fell. The floor was slick with something too and I landed straight on my tailbone. Fuck. Dr. Raden never answered me so I just figured he wasn’t in there. I’d sit here until my vision came back and then I’d raise hell at the front desk. Why were doctor’s visits always like this? Is it not enough to have to get poked and prodded but then you probably leave with MRSA or whatever the fuck lives in hospitals?
I sat for awhile. I’m not actually sure how long. My fitbit buzzed me 5 times, so 5 intervals of 50 minutes. I’d been here awhile.
My vision slowly started to clear. The gray fuzzies unraveled much in the way my failed gray sweater had unraveled in real life. The floor was sticky. I could see my hands. Red. Had I been bleeding somewhere? The floor. Red. Had I bled on the floor? I glanced up. Dr. Raden. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Medium height. Medium weight. Red. Everywhere.
My migraine had passed but I threw up again. And again. And again. Dr. Raden was sitting in a black office chair with two screens in front of him. There was a green pen on the desk next to the mouse attached to a keyboard. Dr. Raden’s mouth had been stretched from ear to ear. Black mousepad. Pink sticky-notes. Dr. Raden’s intestines tied themselves neatly into a red bow. Dark carpet. Half-empty water bottle. Dr. Raden’s arms sliced open shoulder to wrist. Red observation glass. Orange decorative pumpkin. But red. Mostly red.
I fled the room, sliding across the bloody floor as I went. The hallway was silent except for my screams for help. The walls were still so pristine white. Shock white. I heard it then. The rumbling and squeaking of a gurney so used to disuse. It was a county hospital. They didn’t even have a trauma surgeon. Mostly births and the occasional heart attacks, you know? Had they used a gurney ever? I turned to look. My body didn’t want to turn to look. I felt I’d seen enough, but I saw more. Pink scrubs. Well, almost pink. Mostly red. Have you ever watched those TV horror shows that rely more on gore than storyline? I always hated those. They really overused the idea of flaying someone, you know? How often do people really get flayed? You never hear about it.
My fitbit stopped buzzing. I’ve been getting enough steps. I’ve been running. I don’t look into the hospital rooms anymore. I’m losing time. I’m sick again. The windows are dark. I don’t know where my phone is. I don’t even know where I am. That wet noise follows me everywhere I go. That sick, wet, smacking noise. I got the fitbit to train for a 5k. I can run. I can outrun them. They’re not that fast but the fuckers are determined. I know they’ll outlast me though. Eventually I’ll have to stop and rest. And I know they love to play with their food. I fucking hate the doctor’s.
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2020.09.29 00:50 anapoi90 [FS][US] NEW CHANEL 19 WHITE 187 king

CHANEL 19 WHITE 187 king 30 cm large
Purchased from Heidi Purchased for: 460 USD including shipping and fees Selling for: 470 USD including shipping PayPal F&F only All sales are final Includes bag, authenticity card and dustbag
Quality: leather is amazing! Can feel a bit dry but other RL have used leather conditioner to make it even better, the grain and look is spot on!, chain, hardware and alignment is great! feels luxe and looks amazing! I went to the store right before I got it to see them in person once again and this bag doesn’t disappoint! Inner stamp is great and back alignment look great to me. Is a bit smooshed from shipping but nothing that stuffing can’t fix
Got this last week after taking with many RL to decide the right size and factory....and loved it! But realized I prefer the black one and can’t justify have two of the same bags, so selling to get the exact same thing in black
Happy to answer any question, do your own QC, all sales are final
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*edit to add size
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2020.09.29 00:37 gonpollo69 This is my OC

-Civilan name: Boris Kozlov
-Alias: Morpheus
-Side: Villian
-Affiliations: various terrorist groups, gangs, politicians, military officers and minor villians.
-Age: 24
-Power: Lucid Dreaming. He has 100% control over his subconscious and his dreams, inside the world of lucid dreaming time goes slower and he is so powerful as a god but only in the world of dreams. He also has the capacity to manipulate his own subconscious or the subconscious of other people with his ability "connection". This power has 3 abilities connected to the real world: 1.- Switch: he can fall asleep in any moment he wants and enter the lucid dream world immediately and wake up just a easily. Like turning the lights on and off. Obviously when he's sleeping he's vulnerable to every attack
2.- Subconscious picture: With this ability he can remember everything with extreme detail, his subconscious takes a "picture" of his environment, specific object and moments, for example he can look the page of a book without reading it and take a subconscious picture and then he can look at it inside his lucid dream so basically he has a whole library of memories and knowledge and remember's them with extreme detail. With this he can learn many things and practice them all inside his dreams without problem.
3.- Connection: if he is touching someone at the moment of using "switch" then his mind and the other person's mind are going to be connected as long as he keeps touching it after falling asleep, if is not touching him then the other person will wake up immediately. When this happened both subconscious are going to be connected, obviously this is dangerous because if the other person managed to destroy his subconscious he's going to end like a vegetable or insane but he is technically stronger in the lucid dream, like a God, and can destroy the other person's subconscious easily without hurting him in the outside world.
-Appearance: white, short black hair slicked back, 1.78 cm tall, Brown eyes, athletic body (for someone whose power is sleeping xd). His clothing consists of almost only black clothes including a long trench coat of the same color. Except for his shirt, which is red.
-Backstory: Born in Russia, son of an alcoholic father and an absent mother, he discovered his power at the age of 9 and use it mostly to escape his terrible life through the world of Dreams. When his father dies (when he was 13) he was taken to an orphanage for kids like him but he was always look down because of how weak his power was. Because of this he was rejected multiple times in various superhero schools. He decided to join a criminal gang called Зимнее солнце (winter's sun), where he started to discover the potential of his powers. With enough practice, he unlock the full potential of Lucid dreaming and the 3 ability of this power. With this he manipulated his way to the top of the Gang; when he became the boss he started to absorb all other gangs in the city, and in only two years he gain power over almost all the gangs in Russia. He has accumulated a large amount of knowledge in his mental library and now controls the black market of drugs and weapons, and has many contacts with the higher grades of the politics and the military. He's on his way to control the whole country along with his friends and his lover who is the daughter of the ex boss of the gang.
-Personality: Even with his depressing childhood, he is quite the laughing person, but he embraced the bad habit of spending more time than normal sleeping to be in the world of lucid dreaming. He is quite calculating with every move and action that both he and the gang do, this leads to a lot of stress. He cares about his companions and obviously about his partner. But he will not hesitate to be sadistic and cruel to his enemies. And he loves to be sarcastic.
-Fun facts: his favorite colors are black and red, and prefers cats to dogs.
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2020.09.29 00:33 TheOminousDarkness The Carnival Prize

The rich smell of greasy fried food permeated the air as a shrill and nasally voice beckoned loudly: “Step right up folks, win a prize! Fifty cents a ball or a dollar gets ya three! You there! Red baseball cap! C’mon kiddo, what'cha say? Knock over all three cans! How ‘bout it?”
The hour had become late and the carnival was winding down, but Bobby looked up at his mother from beneath his favorite A's cap and begged, “Can I, mom? Huh, can I try? I wanna win you that pink teddy-bear!” He pointed to a small, cheap plush bear of garish pink. Its black glass eyes appeared forlorn, as if it wanted nothing more than to get the hell away from this carnival.
She licked remnants of cotton candy from her lips and smiled lovingly at her only child. It was hard to deny him anything, especially after the recent loss of his father.
“Sure tiger, you bet!” She fished a single crumpled dollar-bill from her purse and passed it to him. He smiled in return as he said "Thanks, mom!"
He handed it over to the carny and asked politely, “Three, please.”
The short plump man dropped three baseballs onto the worn wooden partition between them, stood back, and grinned knowingly. This dumb brat couldn’t knock over a paper bag with those scrawny little arms. Another easy buck in his pocket.
Bobby studied the seemingly wobbly aluminum milk-cans for a moment, squinting his eyes and creasing his forehead. Satisfied, he wound up and pitched. The ball skewed left because of the small lead weight inside of it.
He frowned, considered the second ball, and pitched again. It flew to the right and missed.
He tossed the third ball in his hands, feeling it. Weighing it. Observing the subtle difference between this ball and the others. He narrowed his eyes and glared at the carny. His lips peeled back from his teeth angrily.
“You’re a filthy cheater, asshole.”
The carny feigned shock, then grinned mischievously.
“My dad hated cheaters.” Bobby spat.
Then he curled his knuckles expertly on the ball and let it fly with every ounce of his strength. It struck the carny’s forehead with an audible thwap!, cracking open his skull. His eyes rolled upwards revealing yellowing, bloodshot whites. Specks of gelatinous brain matter and droplets of thick red blood flew everywhere as he crumpled in a heap, dead before he hit the ground.
“Yay, I won!” Bobby shouted happily.
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2020.09.29 00:33 Jjustingraham War Bride (Part Seven)

Youssef wasn't lying. I'm sorry Lil. I'm so sorry.
***
I ran.
I ran as fast as I could.
My limbs didn't feel like they were connected to my body. They flapped and swung and I fell over, only to get up, stagger forward and fall over again.
I turned to look over my shoulder, terrified that I would see her behind me, right on top of me, ready to kill me too.
She wasn't, but I didn't want to take the chance. I got up and kept running, my eyes slowly became accustomed to the dark as I slammed against blind walls, but I took the corners, headed back towards the courtyard. Even if they were my captors, it was better than what was behind me.
"Halt!"
I didn't see the fighter ahead of me until I almost ran into him. He sidestepped me and wrapped his arms around my waist, my momentum kicking my legs into the air as I fell backwards, my head hitting the floor with a bang.
A thin pitch whistled through my ears, my eyes unfocused, everything playing out in front of me as if through a plate glass window. I could see the shapes of men standing over me, and I remember smiling. Thinking I was safe.
\***
The bombs rattled our bones day after day for weeks. I'd long since lost track of time. I don't know how long I was in any one place, but I remember it being weeks because everything stopped on Friday for the fighters and POWs and Muslim slaves to pray en masse in the mid morning, and that happened at least three or four times during the bombing. I think. I don't remember. A lot of the people there at the beginning weren't there by the end. Even the hospital, despite the red cross painted on the roof, evaporated overnight.
I remembered how, when Daddy used to watch coverage of the war in Iraq, that intense bombing was usually a prelude to a ground assault. I'm sure they knew it too, because breaks in the bombing allowed them to shift more and more supplies to the coast. Some of it was stored in the caves. Other supplies - food, medicines, weaponry, vehicles, were shuttled down the coastal road until a convoy was annihilated. So they began fortifying the coast.
Since we hardly left the caves and the fighters were busier than normal, we were left alone a lot of the time, which was a welcome blessing. The bombing was most intense at night, so pretty much everyone around me became an insomniac. Which was good, because I wouldn't have been able to sleep anyway. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw hers.
Her eyes. Glittering like emeralds in the dark. Like cats eyes. Inhuman and cold. Her fingers cutting through his skin like surgical steel. The sexual bliss on her face as she delicately rubbed his liver against her throat. His corpse, looking like it had been mummified within a matter of moments, the dried skin pulling his mouth open in an eternal scream, his eyes shrunken and waxy, looking like coins of soap.
What the hell happened? What had she said to him? Had he offered himself to her? He had offered his soul, but she wanted his life? That can't be what she said - I'm looking over what I wrote before,
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The prisoner attempted to destroy her deposition, but was interrupted by the guard monitoring her. She began screaming and attempted to injure herself and her unborn child by stabbing herself in the stomach with the pencil provided. She was transported to the medical wing where she was sedated and Doctors ensured the health of the mother and the infant. After a recovery period, she was allowed to continue her deposition. The record already created was partially damaged. The prisoner requested her records as a reference to continue, but this request was denied. New records generated daily were removed by the guard supervising. She remained handcuffed at all times to prevent self harming. The record continues below.
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Shaking.
I remember shaking.
The winter was hard - it was the desert, you don't think about how cold it is in the desert. You just think that it's hot all the time but it isn't.
Four children froze to death one night. I hope that it wasn't hard, that they went to sleep and just stayed asleep, forgetting where they were and thinking of being someplace else, someplace warm. One of them was wearing a Magical Kingdom t-shirt. I don't know if they know what Splash mountain is but I hope they imagined that they were there, that they were happy.
The mother of one of the little girls tore out great clumps of her hair - she couldn't have been more than thirty five but her hair was shot through with grey, and she screamed, oh God, I remember her screams, they shook the Earth. The women sang as they wrapped the bodies in shrouds as the mothers wept. The father of one of the little boys who froze simply stood there, a thin plank of wood warped by the sun. I saw him approach one of the fighters later that afternoon and collapse to his knees while sobbing and grabbing the man’s coat. The fighter swung his rifle and broke the man's nose. They spoke amongst themselves for a while then took him away. When I woke up his wife was gone too.
The ground assault started shortly after [REDACTED]
We were moved to the old city, cobblestone paths snaking between ancient mud buildings, and put fifteen to a hut about the size of a couple of booths at Denny's. On the upside of it, forcing us all to huddle together in the tiny space meant we kept each other warm. Maybe that was the plan all along.
I was still struggling to sleep; the gunfire and explosions felt like they went off next to our heads. The floor vibrated in waves, each grain of sand rattled like loose change and colonized every crevice in my eyes and nose and mouth. We begged for food and water, but it seemed like they were hoarding everything of value to the fighters. I don't know what value we were of to them alive, but as things started to break down it didn't seem like they cared if we lived much longer.
Those few times I was able to sleep, the nightmares were constant, and always the same.
I saw myself in an endless expanse of desert, the sun bleaching my skin, the sand roasting the soles of my feet, purpled and blistered and boiled. My belly, bloated with a child, swung with every step. My tongue and brain felt like cotton and I couldn’t see, my eyes boiling in my skull. I would see myself falling to my knees, then to my hands, trying to find purchase in the loose sand that would envelop me the more I struggled until I would just lay there, feeling my baby weakly kicking inside me.
The hare would always come over the hill, brown and grey and white and black, its black eyes searching me with, studying me, its head dropping to its paws as it slithered closer, the ears folding onto the back of its head, draped along its neck, the forked tongue fluttering between its lips as it melted into the sand, slithering towards me on its scaled belly, the green eyes coming alive with flame as it stood over me, the long black hair framing her face as she rolled me onto my back, her hands roaming over my belly as my baby screamed in my bloody arms, her cracked lips hovering over my ear.
“A life for a life.”
\***
I woke up to the sound of shots outside.
All of us in the hut had buried ourselves into each others’ bodies and disintegrating blankets - in that instant we figured that the fighting had finally found us, that we were moments away from everything ending. I grabbed my blanket and pulled it over my head, closed my eyes and thought of better memories. Of Mom baking at Christmas. Of learning to skate. Of watching Vikings games with Dad and Mel. Anything. Anything I could think of, other than being there. Then I heard the singing, and chanting - “Glory to God! Glory to God!” repeated over and over, accompanied by celebratory gunfire. We shared a look between ourselves and peeled the thick blanket that served as a door away from the wall.
The soldiers were covered in blood. Their hands were bound with ropes that were tied to the jeep that drove slowly ahead of them, they stumbled along, slowly, jute sacks tied around their heads with thick ropes that tattooed their necks. Their shirts had been stripped open to reveal bruises shaped like lashes. There were seven or eight - most of them looked Middle Eastern - the last one looked paler. Possibly American.
“Death to the Heretics! Death to the Non-Believers! Death to the Great Satan!”
The convoy slowly passed us. People were clapping and whistling and cheering so much that a marching band would’ve made it look like a Golden Gophers parade. The bodies came behind them - lifted up on stretchers and canvasses. They looked like fallen fighters and civilians. The people holding those chanted in words I couldn’t understand. I turned to one of the male POWs in my hut, trying to find the words in Arabic.
“What are they saying?”
I gestured to the people carrying the fallen and asked again. He nodded and responded in fractured English.
“Those are the Martyrs. To Paradise, they are carrying them.”
“Martyrs?”
He snapped his fingers, trying to translate. “Killed by America. And the Almunafiqin, the uh, the Hypocrites.”
I looked at the bodies of the fighters - feeling a perverse sense of joy in their Death that I hadn’t allowed myself to feel before. Reveling in it before the joy turned to cinders in my mouth.
I saw the boy - his body bloated and decomposing - the boy who had frozen to death. Being carried by his father and another man. His father chanted along with the others, playing the part. Praising God for the bravery of his son's killers with dead eyes.
\***
Youssef went from hut to hut, he said, looking for me. “I thought you were killed in the bombing. I was so worried.” His new face twisted into something that looked like a smile.
He found me a few days after the fighting stopped. The silence that replaced the groan of buildings collapsing felt like a prelude to something more awful, yet nothing more came. The Islamic State had declared victory over the Western Invaders and their army of Hypocrites. They broadcast their speeches all day every day on loudspeakers they set up throughout the old city, which had survived most of the fighting intact.
The rest of the city, where I’d been held initially, looked as if it had been flattened by an enormous hand. There was nothing but dust - huge concrete structures floated on the wind. Out of the ruins of all that, we had a house. A small Eden, enclosed by a seven foot concrete wall with broken glass concreted into the top with a fucking yard in the back and a soccer net. The window at the back of the bedroom overlooked it. Youssef’s eyes glinted as he pointed it out - “I found that in the street, can you believe it? That someone would just throw that away?”
I slept for days after we arrived. After that, he started to play out this morbid Stepford fantasy - leaving for work in the morning and giving me a kiss as I stayed home to mind the chores. He would say he’d be back by six and would arrive by 5:45, with groceries and trinkets for me. I’d sleep.
I tried to escape when he left one morning, but the front door was locked. I crawled through the bedroom window into the garden, but the gate was locked too. I pressed my eye between the cracks of the doors and saw that the street was patrolled by fighters. They were taking advantage of a neighborhood that happened to survive. I was lucky to be able to crawl back in through the window, otherwise I’d have frozen to death in the garden. I cleaned the snow and mud off the floor before he got back.
He came home like the parody of a perfect husband, and crawled into bed behind me, an arm looped around my belly protectively as he nuzzled against my cheek. I stared at the wallpaper as he did what he needed to.
I remember how the loops swirled in patterns that didn’t make sense, rising along the horizontal before they fell across the vertical, dovetailing across lines. It looked like the sea, rolling without design or fashion.
When he was done, he curled up behind me and ran a thumb across my shoulder. I could feel my bones poking through my skin. They felt hollow.
“I know I haven’t treated you well. That I haven’t been fair to you. But in these last few months, being so close to the Gates of Heaven, has given me perspective on the things in this Life that are important to me, and the Legacy I want to create with you on Earth so that we can carry it to the Hereafter. Together.”
He slid away, and his hand came back into my vision dangling a delicate silver chain. I stared at it without accepting, my hands curling into fists under the pillow as he kissed my head, then brushed my hair back and clasped it around my neck. It felt so tight.
“Why did you bring me here?”
He didn’t respond. Maybe he didn’t recognize my voice anymore than I did. But I continued.
“What do you want from me?”
He sighed. That sort of tired sigh when you’re trying to explain something to someone and trying to figure out how you want to dumb it down.
“This is my home. These are my people. Aren’t you happy to be with me? Here, in this home?”
I figured that if he was going to just dodge my questions, there was no point in having a conversation. I curled further into myself and pressed my face against the pillow.
“Do you know how many people would be so happy to be, praise be to God, to be in a place like this? To have this house? To have this purpose?” He ran a hand along my thigh.
"For as long as I can remember, people who are not from our land have lived in our land. Trying to erase our way of life - our religion, our customs; they call us barbaric and backwards and kill us. That kind of killing, it becomes contagious - so much so that brothers kill brothers, sons kill mothers, fathers kill their own children, and it never ends. It becomes this weight, crushing us. Making us subhuman. The very thing that the foreigners claim us to be. And then it makes sense - that was their plan all along. To make us hate one another, to kill one another, so no true son of the soil will be able to stand up at the end when the waves of them come to take everything that our bones built. I cannot stand by and let that happen. I will fight for my people.
“I know that I haven’t always been good to you. That I have hurt you, with my words, with my actions. That was me, only seeing darkness in my eyes, straying from God’s vision for us. I will not do that to you again. I love you, Yasmin. I want to live with you forever, in the paradise we create here, and in God's paradise.”
My teeth ground into each other. I wanted to scream. That’s not my fucking name!
I didn’t though. I just lay there, saw myself nodding, transfixed by the nonsensical wallpaper. I whispered.
“Glory be to God.”
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2020.09.29 00:32 Jjustingraham War Bride (Part Seven)

Youssef wasn't lying. I'm sorry Lil. I'm so sorry.
***
I ran.
I ran as fast as I could.
My limbs didn't feel like they were connected to my body. They flapped and swung and I fell over, only to get up, stagger forward and fall over again.
I turned to look over my shoulder, terrified that I would see her behind me, right on top of me, ready to kill me too.
She wasn't, but I didn't want to take the chance. I got up and kept running, my eyes slowly became accustomed to the dark as I slammed against blind walls, but I took the corners, headed back towards the courtyard. Even if they were my captors, it was better than what was behind me.
"Halt!"
I didn't see the fighter ahead of me until I almost ran into him. He sidestepped me and wrapped his arms around my waist, my momentum kicking my legs into the air as I fell backwards, my head hitting the floor with a bang.
A thin pitch whistled through my ears, my eyes unfocused, everything playing out in front of me as if through a plate glass window. I could see the shapes of men standing over me, and I remember smiling. Thinking I was safe.
\***
The bombs rattled our bones day after day for weeks. I'd long since lost track of time. I don't know how long I was in any one place, but I remember it being weeks because everything stopped on Friday for the fighters and POWs and Muslim slaves to pray en masse in the mid morning, and that happened at least three or four times during the bombing. I think. I don't remember. A lot of the people there at the beginning weren't there by the end. Even the hospital, despite the red cross painted on the roof, evaporated overnight.
I remembered how, when Daddy used to watch coverage of the war in Iraq, that intense bombing was usually a prelude to a ground assault. I'm sure they knew it too, because breaks in the bombing allowed them to shift more and more supplies to the coast. Some of it was stored in the caves. Other supplies - food, medicines, weaponry, vehicles, were shuttled down the coastal road until a convoy was annihilated. So they began fortifying the coast.
Since we hardly left the caves and the fighters were busier than normal, we were left alone a lot of the time, which was a welcome blessing. The bombing was most intense at night, so pretty much everyone around me became an insomniac. Which was good, because I wouldn't have been able to sleep anyway. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw hers.
Her eyes. Glittering like emeralds in the dark. Like cats eyes. Inhuman and cold. Her fingers cutting through his skin like surgical steel. The sexual bliss on her face as she delicately rubbed his liver against her throat. His corpse, looking like it had been mummified within a matter of moments, the dried skin pulling his mouth open in an eternal scream, his eyes shrunken and waxy, looking like coins of soap.
What the hell happened? What had she said to him? Had he offered himself to her? He had offered his soul, but she wanted his life? That can't be what she said - I'm looking over what I wrote before,
\****************************
The prisoner attempted to destroy her deposition, but was interrupted by the guard monitoring her. She began screaming and attempted to injure herself and her unborn child by stabbing herself in the stomach with the pencil provided. She was transported to the medical wing where she was sedated and Doctors ensured the health of the mother and the infant. After a recovery period, she was allowed to continue her deposition. The record already created was partially damaged. The prisoner requested her records as a reference to continue, but this request was denied. New records generated daily were removed by the guard supervising. She remained handcuffed at all times to prevent self harming. The record continues below.
\****************************
Shaking.
I remember shaking.
The winter was hard - it was the desert, you don't think about how cold it is in the desert. You just think that it's hot all the time but it isn't.
Four children froze to death one night. I hope that it wasn't hard, that they went to sleep and just stayed asleep, forgetting where they were and thinking of being someplace else, someplace warm. One of them was wearing a Magical Kingdom t-shirt. I don't know if they know what Splash mountain is but I hope they imagined that they were there, that they were happy.
The mother of one of the little girls tore out great clumps of her hair - she couldn't have been more than thirty five but her hair was shot through with grey, and she screamed, oh God, I remember her screams, they shook the Earth. The women sang as they wrapped the bodies in shrouds as the mothers wept. The father of one of the little boys who froze simply stood there, a thin plank of wood warped by the sun. I saw him approach one of the fighters later that afternoon and collapse to his knees while sobbing and grabbing the man’s coat. The fighter swung his rifle and broke the man's nose. They spoke amongst themselves for a while then took him away. When I woke up his wife was gone too.
The ground assault started shortly after [REDACTED]
We were moved to the old city, cobblestone paths snaking between ancient mud buildings, and put fifteen to a hut about the size of a couple of booths at Denny's. On the upside of it, forcing us all to huddle together in the tiny space meant we kept each other warm. Maybe that was the plan all along.
I was still struggling to sleep; the gunfire and explosions felt like they went off next to our heads. The floor vibrated in waves, each grain of sand rattled like loose change and colonized every crevice in my eyes and nose and mouth. We begged for food and water, but it seemed like they were hoarding everything of value to the fighters. I don't know what value we were of to them alive, but as things started to break down it didn't seem like they cared if we lived much longer.
Those few times I was able to sleep, the nightmares were constant, and always the same.
I saw myself in an endless expanse of desert, the sun bleaching my skin, the sand roasting the soles of my feet, purpled and blistered and boiled. My belly, bloated with a child, swung with every step. My tongue and brain felt like cotton and I couldn’t see, my eyes boiling in my skull. I would see myself falling to my knees, then to my hands, trying to find purchase in the loose sand that would envelop me the more I struggled until I would just lay there, feeling my baby weakly kicking inside me.
The hare would always come over the hill, brown and grey and white and black, its black eyes searching me with, studying me, its head dropping to its paws as it slithered closer, the ears folding onto the back of its head, draped along its neck, the forked tongue fluttering between its lips as it melted into the sand, slithering towards me on its scaled belly, the green eyes coming alive with flame as it stood over me, the long black hair framing her face as she rolled me onto my back, her hands roaming over my belly as my baby screamed in my bloody arms, her cracked lips hovering over my ear.
“A life for a life.”
\***
I woke up to the sound of shots outside.
All of us in the hut had buried ourselves into each others’ bodies and disintegrating blankets - in that instant we figured that the fighting had finally found us, that we were moments away from everything ending. I grabbed my blanket and pulled it over my head, closed my eyes and thought of better memories. Of Mom baking at Christmas. Of learning to skate. Of watching Vikings games with Dad and Mel. Anything. Anything I could think of, other than being there. Then I heard the singing, and chanting - “Glory to God! Glory to God!” repeated over and over, accompanied by celebratory gunfire. We shared a look between ourselves and peeled the thick blanket that served as a door away from the wall.
The soldiers were covered in blood. Their hands were bound with ropes that were tied to the jeep that drove slowly ahead of them, they stumbled along, slowly, jute sacks tied around their heads with thick ropes that tattooed their necks. Their shirts had been stripped open to reveal bruises shaped like lashes. There were seven or eight - most of them looked Middle Eastern - the last one looked paler. Possibly American.
“Death to the Heretics! Death to the Non-Believers! Death to the Great Satan!”
The convoy slowly passed us. People were clapping and whistling and cheering so much that a marching band would’ve made it look like a Golden Gophers parade. The bodies came behind them - lifted up on stretchers and canvasses. They looked like fallen fighters and civilians. The people holding those chanted in words I couldn’t understand. I turned to one of the male POWs in my hut, trying to find the words in Arabic.
“What are they saying?”
I gestured to the people carrying the fallen and asked again. He nodded and responded in fractured English.
“Those are the Martyrs. To Paradise, they are carrying them.”
“Martyrs?”
He snapped his fingers, trying to translate. “Killed by America. And the Almunafiqin, the uh, the Hypocrites.”
I looked at the bodies of the fighters - feeling a perverse sense of joy in their Death that I hadn’t allowed myself to feel before. Reveling in it before the joy turned to cinders in my mouth.
I saw the boy - his body bloated and decomposing - the boy who had frozen to death. Being carried by his father and another man. His father chanted along with the others, playing the part. Praising God for the bravery of his son's killers with dead eyes.
\***
Youssef went from hut to hut, he said, looking for me. “I thought you were killed in the bombing. I was so worried.” His new face twisted into something that looked like a smile.
He found me a few days after the fighting stopped. The silence that replaced the groan of buildings collapsing felt like a prelude to something more awful, yet nothing more came. The Islamic State had declared victory over the Western Invaders and their army of Hypocrites. They broadcast their speeches all day every day on loudspeakers they set up throughout the old city, which had survived most of the fighting intact.
The rest of the city, where I’d been held initially, looked as if it had been flattened by an enormous hand. There was nothing but dust - huge concrete structures floated on the wind. Out of the ruins of all that, we had a house. A small Eden, enclosed by a seven foot concrete wall with broken glass concreted into the top with a fucking yard in the back and a soccer net. The window at the back of the bedroom overlooked it. Youssef’s eyes glinted as he pointed it out - “I found that in the street, can you believe it? That someone would just throw that away?”
I slept for days after we arrived. After that, he started to play out this morbid Stepford fantasy - leaving for work in the morning and giving me a kiss as I stayed home to mind the chores. He would say he’d be back by six and would arrive by 5:45, with groceries and trinkets for me. I’d sleep.
I tried to escape when he left one morning, but the front door was locked. I crawled through the bedroom window into the garden, but the gate was locked too. I pressed my eye between the cracks of the doors and saw that the street was patrolled by fighters. They were taking advantage of a neighborhood that happened to survive. I was lucky to be able to crawl back in through the window, otherwise I’d have frozen to death in the garden. I cleaned the snow and mud off the floor before he got back.
He came home like the parody of a perfect husband, and crawled into bed behind me, an arm looped around my belly protectively as he nuzzled against my cheek. I stared at the wallpaper as he did what he needed to.
I remember how the loops swirled in patterns that didn’t make sense, rising along the horizontal before they fell across the vertical, dovetailing across lines. It looked like the sea, rolling without design or fashion.
When he was done, he curled up behind me and ran a thumb across my shoulder. I could feel my bones poking through my skin. They felt hollow.
“I know I haven’t treated you well. That I haven’t been fair to you. But in these last few months, being so close to the Gates of Heaven, has given me perspective on the things in this Life that are important to me, and the Legacy I want to create with you on Earth so that we can carry it to the Hereafter. Together.”
He slid away, and his hand came back into my vision dangling a delicate silver chain. I stared at it without accepting, my hands curling into fists under the pillow as he kissed my head, then brushed my hair back and clasped it around my neck. It felt so tight.
“Why did you bring me here?”
He didn’t respond. Maybe he didn’t recognize my voice anymore than I did. But I continued.
“What do you want from me?”
He sighed. That sort of tired sigh when you’re trying to explain something to someone and trying to figure out how you want to dumb it down.
“This is my home. These are my people. Aren’t you happy to be with me? Here, in this home?”
I figured that if he was going to just dodge my questions, there was no point in having a conversation. I curled further into myself and pressed my face against the pillow.
“Do you know how many people would be so happy to be, praise be to God, to be in a place like this? To have this house? To have this purpose?” He ran a hand along my thigh.
"For as long as I can remember, people who are not from our land have lived in our land. Trying to erase our way of life - our religion, our customs; they call us barbaric and backwards and kill us. That kind of killing, it becomes contagious - so much so that brothers kill brothers, sons kill mothers, fathers kill their own children, and it never ends. It becomes this weight, crushing us. Making us subhuman. The very thing that the foreigners claim us to be. And then it makes sense - that was their plan all along. To make us hate one another, to kill one another, so no true son of the soil will be able to stand up at the end when the waves of them come to take everything that our bones built. I cannot stand by and let that happen. I will fight for my people.
“I know that I haven’t always been good to you. That I have hurt you, with my words, with my actions. That was me, only seeing darkness in my eyes, straying from God’s vision for us. I will not do that to you again. I love you, Yasmin. I want to live with you forever, in the paradise we create here, and in God's paradise.”
My teeth ground into each other. I wanted to scream. That’s not my fucking name!
I didn’t though. I just lay there, saw myself nodding, transfixed by the nonsensical wallpaper. I whispered.
“Glory be to God.”
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2020.09.29 00:28 lowhann 100K Giveaway - ♥ Love in the time of Covid ♥

Moodboard
Since lockdown restrictions have started to lift it is time to go on all of those Tinder date that you planned whilst bored in quarantine. Don't panic, I've got your first four date outfits covered - all socially distanced of course.
I bought the Acne Mini Crossbody as part of my first TB haul back in June and have not stopped wearing it since (mainly just trips to the supermarket and on dog walks so far..), so my moodboard is also a little ode to this super bag.
Enjoy, and please let me know of your quarantine dates, I need all the inspiration/confidence boosters I can get!

**Mini-Review**
Acne Mini Crossbody Bag (Black)
TB Link Auth
¥ 89.00 $ 11.04 £10.23
I just love this bag.
First of all it is deceivingly big, it can fit my card holder, phone, keys and most importantly my Fenty glossy bomb.
As you can see from my moodboard, it's super versatile and can go with almost anything. I'm not really into flashy, designer items so love the subtlety of the bag.
Given the price of the auth (£320) its easy enough for me to pull off, considering my current entry level salary, so I never have to worry about being called out.
If I had to be picky, the crossbody strap is slightly flimsy but not to the extent I worry it will break when I'm wearing it. Anyway.. I have another on the way to the BaseTao warehouse!
Long & short.. its £10, buy the bag!!!!

*Bonus* Full Outfit Details:
Outfit 1: Jumper & trousers: H&M Shoes: Topshop Earrings: Missoma Mask: Etsy
Outfit 2: Top: J Crew Shorts: Weekday Sandals: Topshop Sunglasses: Balenciaga Watch: Cartier Mask: Urban Outfitters
Outfit 3: Blouse: La Redoute Shorts: Self portrait Shoes: Bottega Veneta Mask: Selfridges Lipstick: H&M
Outfit 4: Top: Weekday Jacket: H&M Jeans: Levis Shoes: Veja Sunglasses: Bottega Veneta Mask: Off White
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2020.09.29 00:07 FirebrthKttnsPodcast Have you always wanted to be on a D&D podcast?

Are you a funny person who is interested in playing Dungeons and Dragons and owns an external microphone? You’re welcome to play D&D with us. Firebreathing Kittens is a silly light hearted D&D podcast. Members play as often as every other week or as infrequently as every other month. Each episode stands alone so our members can play as often as works for their schedule. The more jokes and laughter the better on our show. It’s all about hanging out with friends and laughing together. Also, you can promote your shows and we'll include that promotion in the episode's intermission, so our listeners can learn how to find more of you. Send us an email at firebreathingkittenspodcast at gmail dot com asking to join, and we’ll reply back with the standard support agreement our lawyers ask us to have everyone sign (you know lawyers, they always want the agreements settled first before we play, not after). You can take it to a notary (most banks have a notary service for members for free) and sign it in front of them, then scan and send it back to us.
There is a support agreement because yes we do monetize the podcast. No you're not going to make a bunch of money. But since some of our members are authors and webcomic artists it made sense to have a system in place where people could express themselves creatively with novels, audiobooks, and webtoons based on the D&D adventures they loved. We have several real books actively for sale on amazon people can buy that were based on our adventures. There's a chance the D&D session you play in could become a book, audiobook, or comic. When that happens, the support agreement says that all the contributors split the profits evenly.
Each week's four hour long game session of the Firebreathing Kittens has a beginning and an end to its story. Because of this format, the individual adventures stand sturdily on their own. This is an “anthology” format. You don’t have to play every week to level up. You'll want to listen to the other episodes to see what your friends got up to and what the NPCs were doing, but jumping in and out of the overall story as your schedule allows is kind of the whole point. Everyone is adults with real lives; we all want to have the freedom to play D&D as often as our current schedule allows, which may change. Players are welcome to play as frequently as every other week, or as infrequently as every other month.
No previous D&D experience is required, but we do ask that you please purchase and read the 5th edition Player's Handbook. The Player's Handbook is a hardcover book published by Wizards of the Coast. It's about 300 pages long, but it's not written with the intention of being read in page order necessarily. Read the start of each chapter to see if your character uses those rules, rather than reading it in order of page numbers. For example chapter ten on page 200 has how to cast spells, a very basic thing all spell casting classes need to know how to do. Use the table of contents and glossary to find the sections your character build needs. If you'd like, you can listen to our episodes as a way to help you learn the rules and the format. You can find them on youtube, on any podcast playing app, or on firebreathingkittenspodcast dot com.
Here are some things you'll need to play D&D with us:

The week before each game, we make a poll for the three players and the DM. The poll says:
The four people are asked to click yes on every time on the poll that they are available. If you are available for at least six of those times then it should work out.

Ways to play with us include:
  1. Game Master: person who writes and runs the standalone fifth edition Dungeons and Dragons game. Also called “Dungeon Master” but that is a copyrighted term. The DM writes original stories for each week’s game. Any member who has played at least once with us can be a DM.
  2. Players: people who play characters in the game master’s game. This is a group of about thirty different people. They range from voice actors to normal folk to professional comedians. The quotes they say are occasionally completely awesome.
  3. Podcast Editor: arranges the individual voice tracks into a single sound balanced file. Removes background noises, truncates silences, etc.
  4. Transcriber: writes down the words from the podcast. A three hour adventure is usually a 15-20,000 word transcript.
  5. Stage Play Author: it turns out the transcripts convert very easily into stage plays. This is a good intermediate step before attempting a novel. The stage play has the DM’s words converted to stage directions or another person’s speech. It also has converted all copyrighted terms into fair use terms.
  6. Novel Author: fluffs the transcript or stage play of the podcast into a book. The author sets the tense to past tense, unbreaks the fourth wall (removes any references to dice, rolling, Dungeons and Dragons, and game masters), unmonotonizes quotation designations, formats the text into paragraphs, chapters, etc, and in general turns the spoken word into literature rich with mental images. The author also goes through and makes sure no copyrighted terms were used (monster names and player character races, for example, may need a name change). This person’s name goes on the book cover as the author.
  7. Cover Artist: makes a genre appropriate book cover.
  8. Audiobook Narrator: reads the book and produces ACX format audiobook files.
  9. Comic Artist: draws a comic based upon an adventure. We publish this on webtoons as as a print book in both color and black and white (the black and white serves as a coloring book, too).
You can do as many or as few of these roles as you enjoy.
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2020.09.29 00:02 FirebrthKttnsPodcast Have you always wanted to be on a D&D podcast but weren't sure how? Join us :)

#findaguest Are you a funny person who is interested in playing Dungeons and Dragons and owns an external microphone? You’re welcome to play D&D with us. Firebreathing Kittens is a silly light hearted D&D podcast. Members play as often as every other week or as infrequently as every other month. Each episode stands alone so our members can play as often as works for their schedule. The more jokes and laughter the better on our show. It’s all about hanging out with friends and laughing together. Also, you can promote your shows and we'll include that promotion in the episode's intermission, so our listeners can learn how to find more of you. Send us an email at firebreathingkittenspodcast at gmail dot com asking to join, and we’ll reply back with the standard support agreement our lawyers ask us to have everyone sign (you know lawyers, they always want the agreements settled first before we play, not after). You can take it to a notary (most banks have a notary service for members for free) and sign it in front of them, then scan and send it back to us.
There is a support agreement because yes we do monetize the podcast. No you're not going to make a bunch of money. But since some of our members are authors and webcomic artists it made sense to have a system in place where people could express themselves creatively with novels, audiobooks, and webtoons based on the D&D adventures they loved. We have several real books actively for sale on amazon people can buy that were based on our adventures. There's a chance the D&D session you play in could become a book, audiobook, or comic. When that happens, the support agreement says that all the contributors split the profits evenly.
Each week's four hour long game session of the Firebreathing Kittens has a beginning and an end to its story. Because of this format, the individual adventures stand sturdily on their own. This is an “anthology” format. You'll want to listen to the other episodes to see what your friends got up to and what the NPCs were doing, but jumping in and out of the overall story as your schedule allows is kind of the whole point. Everyone is adults with real lives; we all want to have the freedom to play D&D as often as our current schedule allows, which may change. Players are welcome to play as frequently as every other week, or as infrequently as every other month.
No previous D&D experience is required, but we do ask that you please purchase and read the 5th edition Player's Handbook. The Player's Handbook is a hardcover book published by Wizards of the Coast. It's about 300 pages long, but it's not written with the intention of being read in page order necessarily. Read the start of each chapter to see if your character uses those rules, rather than reading it in order of page numbers. For example chapter ten on page 200 has how to cast spells, a very basic thing all spell casting classes need to know how to do. Use the table of contents and glossary to find the sections your character build needs. If you'd like, you can listen to our episodes as a way to help you learn the rules and the format. You can find them on youtube, on any podcast playing app, or on firebreathingkittenspodcast dot com.
Here are some things you'll need to play D&D with us:
The week before each game, we make a poll for the three players and the DM. The poll says:
The four people are asked to click yes on every time on the poll that they are available. If you are available for at least six of those times then it should work out.

Contributor Roles include:
  1. Game Master: person who writes and runs the standalone fifth edition Dungeons and Dragons game. Also called “Dungeon Master” but that is a copyrighted term. The DM writes original stories for each week’s game. Any member who has played at least once with us can be a DM.
  2. Players: people who play characters in the game master’s game. This is a group of about thirty different people. They range from voice actors to normal folk to professional comedians. The quotes they say are occasionally completely awesome.
  3. Podcast Editor: arranges the individual voice tracks into a single sound balanced file. Removes background noises, truncates silences, etc.
  4. Transcriber: writes down the words from the podcast. A three hour adventure is usually a 15-20,000 word transcript.
  5. Stage Play Author: it turns out the transcripts convert very easily into stage plays. This is a good intermediate step before attempting a novel. The stage play has the DM’s words converted to stage directions or another person’s speech. It also has converted all copyrighted terms into fair use terms.
  6. Novel Author: fluffs the transcript or stage play of the podcast into a book. The author sets the tense to past tense, unbreaks the fourth wall (removes any references to dice, rolling, Dungeons and Dragons, and game masters), unmonotonizes quotation designations, formats the text into paragraphs, chapters, etc, and in general turns the spoken word into literature rich with mental images. The author also goes through and makes sure no copyrighted terms were used (monster names and player character races, for example, may need a name change). This person’s name goes on the book cover as the author.
  7. Cover Artist: makes a genre appropriate book cover.
  8. Audiobook Narrator: reads the book and produces ACX format audiobook files.
  9. Comic Artist: draws a comic based upon an adventure. We publish this on webtoons as as a print book in both color and black and white (the black and white serves as a coloring book, too).
You can do as many or as few of these roles as you enjoy.

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2020.09.28 23:59 EasyGro4und4 Skinny White Teeners Love Large Black Schlong

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2020.09.28 23:41 wowelephants The Potomac dilemma of being above the stereotype

I want to preface this with I am NOT an African-American woman and I will NEVER experience the life of a black woman living in America. I am a gay Asian man living in Canada, and I have a list of other and often different forms of discrimination against me, but I can never say that I experienced the world as an Africa-American woman.

I understand the problem Potomac is dealing with. How do they overcome the barrier of horrible stereotypes that perpetuate the image of black women being angry, violent and "hood or ghetto" as the women put it? How do they rise above the negative stereotypes? This is a problem that every black woman faces. If you get mad, you're ghetto and angry. If you don't use slang vocabulary or show no emotions, you are seen as educated, strong and powerful but also a traitor to the black community. Suddenly, you're too "white". Believe me, as an Asian man, when I'm too into Kpop or excited to eat Asian food, I'm suddenly fresh off the boat and an anime-loving Asian nerd. When I struggle with my language or don't like eating chicken feet or durian, suddenly I'm white-washed and not Asian enough for my community.

This discussion of being above the stereotype, although very welcomed and is needed, is also a dangerous narrative to put out there. Remember, when Garcelle of the RHOBH said how much she hates black women having to be strong and powerful? It's true because it pushes another stereotype.

This is a positive stereotype, but it creates a very narrow-minded view of what black women can be. "Black girl magic", strong powerful black icons like Beyoncé, Oprah or Michelle Obama - these are all positives. But it also doesn't allow for room to be more. To be human. Black women as with all people are not one dimensional characters. They are allowed to cry. They are allowed to get mad. They are allowed to be vulnerable. They do not have to be emotionless robots who have thick skin and can handle everything life throws at them. They are human like everyone else and we must stop pushing a narrative where they HAVE to be strong and better.

What happened to Monique is not just about her falling into the negative stereotypes, but ALSO, her breaking this new image of black women. This new image that keeps being pushed out. She had a moment of weakness. She gave into her emotions. Like any human being, we all have a breaking point. We all make mistakes but for the Potomac cast to now use the "but as black women we have to be better than this" is unfair. It creates a world where black women cannot show any kind of emotions.

I hope this is discussed at the reunion, and the debate is very interesting. But I want to make a point that as a society, we don't fall in the traps of stereotypes, negative or positive. We must allow black women and other races to embrace their individuality, to be able to show a whole range of being human and not hold them to any type of standard.

To sum it up: allow black women to breathe please.
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2020.09.28 23:37 rosealoe Feel like a failure

I've just finished my graduate degree and I feel like a complete failure.
In my undergrad, I always achieved the highest marks in my classes easily. Even then I felt constantly on edge, and like an imposter. I always left work to the last minute to the extent I never handed in a piece of work on time - partially because of poor organisation, partially because of perfectionism. I also found it really difficult to speak in seminars due to situational anxiety (outside of seminars I was fine, but I got so anxious during them for some reason). In spite of this, still managed to do extremely well.
A few years later I returned to university to pursue a Masters. I loved studying again - I learned so much, and all of my classes were extremely interesting. But in other ways, I was so stressed. The workload was so much to deal with for me on top of working, and I got burnt out. I still achieved mostly distinction level grades, but not as high as I know I could have done which demoralised me further. There were very few essays I handed in that I felt were good work, whereas in my undergrad at least I was really proud of the majority of work I handed in. Added to this I felt like most people on my course were from a different background to me and I felt out of place (not intelligence wise, but social class wise).
I ended up handing in a lot of my work late again (although less than in my undergrad because I really tried not to) and with late penalties I lost my distinction. I wanted to do so excellently on all of my coursework that when I fell short of the standard I set myself I just kind of crashed. To me anything that's not an A is a fail so I checked out (I know that's a bad way to think) and if I didn't have that black and white thinking I actually could have done well which is what frustrates me.
By the time my dissertation came around I was burnt out. And then, of course, COVID happened which made things harder (for everyone). I submitted my dissertation a few weeks ago and I know it's terrible. It is substantially under the word limit, poorly organised, and I wrote most of it in four days. I just couldn't get words on the page no matter how many hours I put in or what I tried. I will be lucky if I even leave with a pass degree now, and I just feel like I've let myself down so badly, and everyone around me, and that I didn't do justice to the topic which I am so passionate about. I didn't ask for an extension because I was so burnt out I don't know if it would have made a substantial difference (maybe it would have). The worst part is I did the same thing with my undergrad dissertation and I promised myself I would never repeat that mistake - but I did. I just can't make myself be organised no matter what I try. I'm not lazy, I just don't know what I'm doing wrong.
Seeing everyone else, although they struggled too, manage to just get things done and celebrating their dissertations makes me feel so bad about myself. We're all in a difficult situation and everyone has things going on and they still manage to be on top of things and get their work done on time and have a life outside of that too. My inability to be organised has really let me down this year and I am so disappointed in myself. I sacrificed so much for this degree - relationships, money, time, mental health - and I don't even know if its been worth it in the end. I was looking forward to finishing my dissertation and being able to relax and have time for other things but I feel like i've gone straight from finishing it to being depressed and having no motivation or interest in anything.
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2020.09.28 23:28 Thehardthought The Writers Kind of Misunderstand Spirits

I was watching Legend of Korra with my cousin last night and we binged the second season because we wanted to see a change in quality in the story writing and the themes within the show.
And surprisingly we were proven right, it was better than the first season by far. However, personally didn't reach the height of its predecessor but it could've and I felt it did in my favorite two episodes so far throughout the series and that was 10 and 11. The character development of Bolin, Asami, Korra, Tenzin, Bumi, and Kya were excellent and ringing of wisdom and philosophy from Iroh felt exactly like the themes hit upon in Avatar: The Last Airbender. I started thinking why was that the case?
I think Mike and Brian missed the whole point with the spirits from a Native American point of view. I think everyone knows Raava and Vaatu were a mistake being made to be good and bad and I bet if you basically substituted Raava and Vaatu with God and the Devil you basically would've gotten a Christian Anime on your hands and nothing thematically would've change (at the end Jinora basically was Jesus during the fight). However, I would go so far as to say that the spirits in how they were portrayed was a mistake by being portrayed as "light" or "dark" spirits. In my beliefs and traditions spirits are neither good nor bad, they aren't "light" or "dark". If you say that you might as well be talking about demons and angels but spirits according to our beliefs and traditions aren't black and white.
First, Spirits are foremost human-like, they are suppose to be as petty, caring, vengeful, kind, loving, etc. as us, that is their nature. In our stories they do petty and stupid things; they lie, cheat, commit adultery, and cause harm to humans, but they commit acts of heroism, bravery, acceptance, and forgiveness. However, when I looked at the way the Legend of Korra portrayed spirits it looked like they had qualities that needed to be cleansed, they are naturally good but they become corrupted by evil that needs to be purified. In Season 2 Unalaq purifies a spirit by bending, which is like a ceremony in my eyes, however it felt much like how a priest exorcizes a demon and then boom the spirit is good again. There is no reasoning with it like Aang does with Hei Bei or changing the situation to appease it like how Katara in Season 3 stops the pollution and the Painted Lady appreciates her river not being polluted. It maybe our responsibility to coexist with them, yes, but it felt more like that it's our responsibility to control them, purify them, and pacify them. Which I would say is a miss for how my culture views spirits. They felt flat character that is suppose to be good and bad without any depth.
Second, I had a problem with Beginnings is that it shows humanity is basically being like a bad roommate with spirits but to our culture that's not the case. We were created from the spirits and given knowledge by them. How the universe was created, how to live a peaceful life, how to respect the spirits (since in our eyes they are our elders), how to have good family ties. All of this was given to us and they know we as a culture needed it to live a peaceful, happy, fulfilled life. With the land, the spirits, our community and family relationships, and ourselves because they went through that as well. We respect them and we learn to live with them because they still exist in our land and in the universe. They were here before and still are here giving us ceremonies, giving us blessings, and giving us knowledge to live in peace. However, when I see beginnings they don't learn anything from the spirits but just that they are a roommate that needs to be appeased. Humans don't respect the spirits in like in our culture but they respects spirits or else they curse you and that felt like about it. The spirits had no depth except they will cause you harm if you tick them off, which is true for us but that's one aspect I see so far and nothing else. If you replaced the spirits with another human race I bet you wouldn't have changed the thematic themes a whole lot.
Third, overall it felt like the season was told from a western religious perspective and that destroyed the themes and narrative of the series. I think of Avatar the series and the spirits in the series are neither good or bad, they are like us they care about themselves but they can care about anyone else. The forest spirit Hei Bei wasn't a bad spirit that needed to be cleansed but a spirit that lost its home and took out its anger on the villagers, but stop and returned them when he realized that his forest would grow back and that they weren't the ones who burned it down. Another more extreme example was Koh the face stealer; true, he stole faces but he never outright attacked anyone and stole their face without going through the trial and also helped those attain what they would want, like Aang. He was never openly malicious and antagonistic, just a spirit who just like faces and would steal them.
I also think by portraying spirit in this way of black and white takes away from the wisdom that much of the first series had. When I watch Avatar having the advice that comes from understanding the spirit hits hard for me and maybe so many others hits hard in life. In episode 11 we are told our energy messes with the spirits like the spirits messes with us. Our state of mind is connected to our satisfaction personally, if not spiritually, and I was amazed by that because in our beliefs and traditions having peace in your mind is important and can affect what you do, what you say, and how you think. It can also mess with whats around you in the spirits, the land, and your relationships with your family, friends and your community. So I feel like shifting that focus from portraying the spirits as human to this black and white focus kind of ruins that self-reflection and turns it into, "oh this is bad and this is good" which I personally think is drifts into western philosophy and that not what this show is about.
I think this fundamental understanding leeches into the rest of the series. I can't tell you how many times I cringed at people saying over and over to achieve balance and this needs to balance and that needs to be balanced. Even your political ideologies need to be balanced and to my culture if they used the word in our language that is suppose to represent balance like they way they are using it in Korra I would've felt they were degrading the word. I think this fundamental understanding would've made Season 2, if not the whole series, much more treasured and beloved just like the first.
That's just my take.
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2020.09.28 23:27 Gumi360 Signature colors

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVED everyone and the story. I just also colored coded characters. Again, LOVE THE CHARACTERS, this is just if everyone wore a signature color.
Juro: Black
Iori: White
Shu: Cyan
Megumi: Purple
Takatoshi: Brown
Yuki: Red
Ei: Green
Natsuno: Yellow
Keitaro: Gray
Tomi: Orange
Nenji: Pink
Ryoko: Blue
Renya: Indigo
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