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PeppersGhost's Proposal, I guess.

K/O Failure Scenario Hub » SPC-001 » PeppersGhost's Proposal, I guess.

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[13:04] Topic is "Fuck credentials, fuck passwords, fuck secrecy, fuck everything. Just, fuck in general. Fuck like it's the end of the world, because it is. Fuck me, please oh lord im so alone | Welcome! If you're still alive to read this, good luck finding someone to talk to."

[13:04] DrTsega: Hello? Anyone here?

[19:32] DrTsega: I'll take that as a no, then.

[22:48] DrTsega: I can't be the only one left.

[22:49] DrTsega: Hey Queg, are you still running?

[22:49] Queg: Hello, DrTsega. What can I do for you?

[22:49] DrTsega: thank god

[22:50] DrTsega: !backscroll 10

[22:50] Queg: [04:33] SgtYitay: I've looked through the entire building

[22:50] Queg: [04:33] SgtYitay: Everyone is dead

[22:50] Queg: [04:33] AgentCaleb: No shit

[22:50] Queg: [04:33] AgentCaleb: I know nobody uses this thing anyway but DAMN it's been EMPTY

[22:50] Queg: [04:34] AgentCaleb: You think it's just the two of us?

[22:50] Queg: [04:37] AgentCaleb: You still there

[22:50] Queg: [04:39] AgentCaleb: Saaarrrrge

[22:50] Queg: [04:50] SgtYitay has been disconnected (Ping timeout)

[22:50] Queg: [18:22] AgentCaleb: oooookay well i think im gonna call it quits then. If anyone sees this tell my husband I love him

[22:50] Queg: [18:22] AgentCaleb: lol jk i'll see that dogfaced whore in hell 👍🕶👍

[22:51] DrTsega: hmm

[22:52] DrTsega: !seen Agent Caleb

[22:52] Queg: AgentCaleb was last seen 8 days ago saying: lol jk i'll see that dogfaced whore in hell 👍🕶👍

[22:52] DrTsega: shit

[22:53] DrTsega: shitballs

[22:53] DrTsega: shitmonkeys

[22:55] DrTsega: shit the nail on the head

[22:55] DrTsega: okay

[11:16] DrTsega: Good morning. If anyone sees this just ping me, I'll stay around as long as I can.

[09:48] DrTsega: I'm still here

[14:26] DrTsega: !quote CaptSumner

[14:26] Queg: CaptSumner: I may be shitting out of my pee parts but FUCK YOU I will WALK IT OFF

[14:26] DrTsega: haha what

[14:27] DrTsega: Good times, good times.

[14:28] DrTsega: I wish Sumner wasn't lying dead in the bathroom

[14:29] DrTsega: or anywhere, for that matter

[14:33] DrTsega: but especially the bathroom

[08:01] DrTsega: I'm still here

[12:55] DrTsega: Man, if anyone sees this later I'm going to look really pitiful

[05:51] DrTsega: okay I can't sleep so I guess I might as well do this

[05:52] DrTsega: !settopic Check the backscroll. Look for "Start here"

[05:52] Topic is "Check the backscroll. Look for "Start here""

[05:52] DrTsega: Start here

[05:53] DrTsega: If you're still alive to read this, congratulations. You survived.

[05:54] DrTsega: You also have access to working internet and enough knowledge about shadow governments to visit a (previously) private communications channel, so, hey, good on you.

[05:55] DrTsega: As a reward for being such a cool and alive person, I'm going to tell you the story of how we ended the world.

[05:55] DrTsega: For context, though, you'll probably want to start by reading a certain document…

[05:56] DrTsega: Actually, you can probably just skim it. A lot of this won't make sense to you anyway, so who cares?

[05:57] DrTsega: Anyway. I'll go find the link. If memory serves, they declassified everything when they realized we were all gonna die.

[06:13] DrTsega: How are these servers even still up? Isn't that just the craziest thing

[08:22] DrTsega: Found it.

NOTICE FROM THE CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE COORDINATION

AND PROJECTS OPERATION COMMAND OFFICE

There is nothing new to report regarding SPC-001 at this time.

Test subject displaying the results of his exposure to SPC-001.

Project #: SPC-001

Selachian Pugnātorial Capabilities: Individuals enhanced with SPC-001 display a dramatic improvement in pugilistic prowess and have consistently proven capable of easily dispatching 90% of squaloid entities in simulations, even with no prior training. Furthermore, SPC-001 subjects have reported a radical elevation in coastal requiescence position retention, even when under assault from extragranular sedimentary weaponry.

Project Components: SPC-001 is a manmade chemical substance which augments the biological strength and dexterity of human beings. After initial exposure to SPC-001, subjects will undergo a steady increase in muscle mass over the following 72 hours, accompanied by heightened energy levels and adroit perception of their surroundings. Increased lung capacity and resistance to deep-sea hydrostatic pressure are common side effects.

Following the DREAD PORPOISE COMMUNION and the subsequent activation of the ALL HANDS ON DECK PROTOCOL, SPC agents embedded in the food industry began introducing discreet amounts of SPC-001 into numerous products intended for public consumption. Centre researchers have projected a full global saturation of SPC-001 to be achieved by the year ████. In the event that the DREAD PORPOISE COMMUNION ends before global saturation can be achieved, more aggressive means of SPC-001 dispersal may be undertaken to prevent a complete End-of-World K/O Failure Scenario.

Nascency Impetus: On May 16, ████, all observed selachian entities across the globe simultaneously demanifested, including those in SPC captivity. No selachian entities or evidence of the continued presence of selachian entities have been observed since. A Maximum State of Emergency was declared soon after by the Executive Pugilist Assembly and the phenomenon was codified as the DREAD PORPOISE COMMUNION. It is the belief of the Assembly that the selachians are congregating in preparation for the FINAL CONFLICT, an event foretold by Elder Pugilord Azmanititas in the Centre's original constitutional documents in 1451.

[08:23] DrTsega: Did you get all that?

[08:23] DrTsega: No? Okay, I'll break it down for you.

[08:26] DrTsega: I was part of a group known as the Selachian Punching Centre. An organization dedicated to fighting the menace that plagued our oceans. "We punch underwater so you can live on the land." That's what we used to say.

[08:27] DrTsega: I know what you're thinking.

[08:29] DrTsega: Yes. It was us keeping you safe the entire time. The Centre safeguarded mankind for centuries. Civilization as we knew it wouldn't have been possible if we weren't around. Our influence was unparalleled, extending to every level of every government, changing the course of world events, yet remaining a complete secret from everybody, which was really quite tricky.

Then, one day, the selachian menace disappeared. Our immediate reaction was one of disbelief, followed by euphoria, followed by raucous celebration. We danced. We drank ourselves stupid. We sang the songs of our forefathers. The orgies weren't officially sanctioned, of course, but boy howdy-doo were they tremendous.

Sadly, our revelry wasn't meant to last.

"DREAD PORPOISE COMMUNION", the Assembly called it. The prophesied gathering of every selachian, big or small. Every sharp, slimy, putrid horror that haunted our dreams, coming together in one place to bring about the end of all other life on our beautiful, green planet.

"But fear not," said our trusted Assembly. They told us that the human race would fight back. They said that when the selachians returned with their armies and squaloid murder-drones, we would be ready.

And they were right. We were ready. Thanks to SPC-001, we managed to get the entire human race fighting fit. At first people were alarmed when everyone started getting super ripped for no apparent reason, but then they realized it was awesome and the panic died down. Within a few months, every man, woman, and child was a lean, mean, punching machine. Even babies had abs you could wash your clothes on. It seemed like everything was going fine.

And that's how it went for the first couple of years: fine. Sure, boxing had to be outlawed once folks could punch with the same Newtonian force as your average car crash, and there were a few riots now and then over tank top shortages, but for the most part everything felt normal.

Year three, people started getting antsy. We had kept ourselves busy at the Centre by devising new weapons for selachian warfare, but every innovation felt hollow with a lack of anything to use them on. We grew listless. Surely the assault would begin any day, right?

Year four. There was an aura of dread hanging over the whole organization. I remember sitting in the Site-71 cafeteria, eating pickled cabbage and creamed corn salads with my comrades, when I finally heard someone ask aloud what we'd all wondered in the dark corners of our heads.

"What if they don't come back?"

It was Simmons who said that, of course. Of course. I kicked him in the face—a punch would have really hurt him—but the damage was done. It's a scary thought, losing your purpose in life. Faced with that kind of existential ennui, it's no wonder that everyone responded by flipping their shit. Hersberger screamed and started smearing her salad all over her face. Gertzler stabbed his fork tines into his cheek with no visible emotion. Bühler just broke down and cried until his tears turned to blood.

But Schwartzentruber was downright fuming. Started shouting all sorts of obscenities. Said he'd shove his fist down Simmons' throat and rip out his toenails from the inside. And Simmons was all defensive, "you all were thinking it" and that kind of stuff. The two kept going at it. We shouldn't have just sat there and watched, but no one thought fists would ever get involved. How could we have known?

I remember the entire cafeteria going silent. One moment, the two colleagues had been arguing. Next thing we knew, Schwartzentruber was wearing Simmons' face around his arm like a bracelet. Fist went straight through. Nobody knew what to say. Hersberger just picked the brain matter from her hair. There was no finishing our dinner after something like that.

We all tried to write it off as an isolated incident, an unhinged employee who forgot his own strength in a moment of pure emotion. That illusion was shattered when reports started coming in from the other sites. Similar incidents were happening all over the world, and within a few weeks it wasn't just limited to SPC personnel. These arms were made for punching, and that's just what they did.

As time went on, it became harder for us to fight the itch. Punching bags were laughable at that point, so instead we invented punching blocks out of a titanium-concrete composite. Even fashioned them into the shape of selachians to help take the pain away, but it still wasn’t enough. Whenever we came close to a cure, someone would end up atomizing the equipment with a flick of the wrist and we'd have to start over.

Eventually, one day I walked into the cafeteria and found the floor covered in what must have been two inches of blood. I thought maybe a pipe had burst until I saw Bühler sitting on a table in the corner. Guy was slathered in viscera from top to bottom, and he was wearing human heads around his arms like they were snap bracelets. I asked if he wanted to talk, but he didn't answer. He just stared at his fists and trembled. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was dead, hole in his beefy chest so big I coulda driven my Grampy's Volvo through it.

That was what broke me, I think. I had never seen someone self-pugilate before. I didn't know how many people were still alive in Site-71, but I knew that I would not perpetuate the carnage. I gathered some medical supplies from the surgical augmentations lab and tied a tourniquet around my burgeoning, well-defined bicep. Carefully, I injected myself with the nearest substance that resembled an anesthetic and bid my guns goodbye.

Screaming, writhing, I hacked off my arm using only a pair of rusty toenail clippers. Needless to say, I was dizzy from pain, blood loss, and the 5 CCs of green apple daiquiri I'd injected myself with, but somehow I managed to drag myself back to the cafeteria to cauterize my stump in the kitchen's oven. Barely clinging to consciousness, I set the oven to preheat, wrapped my stump in a tent of foil, and stuck it inside, turning regularly to promote an even cauter and applying a light baste to keep it moist.

When the bleeding stopped, I went back and repeated the process with my other arm. The second time was harder, I think. With no free hands remaining, I was forced to grip the toenail clippers with my teeth. I also ran out of baste. It was the most agonizing experience I could ever possibly fathom, but here I am. Alive. My cannonball deltoids still ripple with pugilistic vigor now and then, but the stubs are too short to be lethal.

And that's it. That's my story. That's how I ended up here, barricaded alone in an underground facility, typing on a keyboard with my tongue. I haven't been able to get in touch with any other Centre sites, and I can't leave the building. Every day I lose a little more hope. My personal hygiene has suffered, too—partly because I can't look at a pair of clippers without bursting into tears. My toenails are getting really long now. I'll probably have to use a pair of scissors or something. I could even use that electric carving knife I got for my birthday. Hell, I think there's a chainsaw in the supply closet. No shortage of options, really.

Even if I'm alive now, there's no telling how long that will last. Sometimes I hear people punching on the reinforced doors, desperate to break in and claim another victim to slake their drunken punchlust. Someday they may succeed. There's enough food left around to keep me going a while, though just for a while. I've kept my mind occupied and my spirits up by watching Dr. Cavender's Walking Dead box sets, but I can feel that post-Season-Six quality drop looming just around the corner.

Maybe this was their plan all along. Maybe they just left the planet, knowing full well we'd destroy ourselves. Maybe when the last human has passed their final breath, the selachians will return from wherever they went and feast on our tight, sculpted corpses. Or maybe they're happier where they are now. Maybe they're not coming back. I hope that's not the case. As much as it pains me to say it: I miss them.

I miss sharks.

[23:19] DrTsega: With all the squats I've been doing, I could probably pop their heads between my fucking thighs.

[23:20] DrTsega: pop 'em just like cherries. hell yeah

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JW 3: excommunication vs badassery - WHO YA GOT?!

Well, I'm back here again talkin about John mother bleepin Wick; that must mean that people are messing with him again.

In the 1st movie, we learn that John Wick belonged to a secret soceity of assassins, but he got out of the game, so he could properly grieve his dead wife. The only piece of that life he had was in a puppy, and some assholes came around and killed that puppy.

A puppy! Not John Wick's old dog who had lived a full life and kinda wanted to go cuz he's seen too much shit - they killed John Wick's cute, innocent, lil puppy!

So, JW had to kill not only the people who killed his puppy (no no no no no),but everyone associated with them: family, friends, if you have ever delivered a pizza to those scumbags, if you bagged their groceries, it was on!

He killed 3 guys who were involved in a bar once with a pencil! A PENCIL! Who does that?! Who says to themselves "Man, I'm so mad that I'm gonna go into that bar and kill three men with this number 2." Who?! An unstable human being, that's who! I love him, but damn!

In the 2nd movie, they said , "John Wick has gone too far! Yeah, we killed your pup, but you didn't have to take out the our whole community!" Soooo, they decided to take more of his stuff - they stole his car. They got Ruby Rose and Common after him to say "Look, John, we're square, let us take the car, we'll rough you up just a little bit... and let this all go."

But, you already killed the man's puppy, now you gonna swipe his ride? What the hell is wrong with y'all?! You know who this man is!

Of course, John Wick had to kill off multiple gangs, along with Ruby and Common. For one night, the streets were literally painted red with blood. John Wick's killing went beyond cinema. Those actors haven't been the same since. Ruby Rose has given up movie making for the CW network, to make-out with women while dressed as a bat (not making that up) She figures she can hide in the CW.

Look at her... she’d rather look ridiculous than be near anything John Wick related.

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They said - "John Wick! That's it! We tried to square things up, but you wouldn't listen! Now, you're excommunicado!"

Now, in the church world, I know what excommunication means - no more Ritz crackers and wine for you, dirty stares when church folk see you at the market, they draw devil horns on your pic in the prayer list, and you're no longer invited to church picnic's, but they never send people out to beat yo ass. Can you imagine if church were that serious?? A pastor having a pack of assassins just waiting for you to disobey him/her. Maybe Russia would do that... seems like they might do church differently out there.

But, that's where we're at with “John Wick 3: Parabellum!”

He's been cast out of the fold! No one is allowed to help him. They cancelled his social media accounts, his gym and yoga memberships, and coupons at Whole Foods. They beat the hell out of him. Told him he’s got one hour until certain horrible death. Took ALL his shit! He's done!

In John Wick's time of need there are only two people that he can turn to. Two people who haven't totally turned their backs on him - Halle Berry and that woman from "The Addams Family"; good ol what's her face.

So, he's off (though a bit beaten up and bloody), to murder everyone in his path to finding these two people. It's like a video game in a sense - there should be an action total at the end of each scene:

112 dead

52 shots to the head

34 broken limbs 432 bullets fired 40 gallons of blood spilled

10 dicks and 7 balls chomped on by Halle Berry's dogs

Number of New Yorkers freaked out by all of this (0)

He kills people with a horse! No joke!

And a book - at one point John Wick destroys a giant of a man: busts up his ribs, his knees, his shins, his kidneys, his balls, his jaw, his neck... all with a book. I'll never see a bookshelf in a home the same again.

All of this mayhem and blood leads John Wick out into the desert. Where he has to meet with some high elder to... do a job to reverse the excommunicado to... be... an assassin slave or something... idk. There are people out there who may complain about the lack of sensible story in this movie, and... yep! - they're right, but you know... it's all about survival and revenge - what more do you need??

The real hero of this movie is a doctor that John sees in the beginning, who gives him some pills that take away the pain, and give him energy. Those pills are the things of superhumans, cuz that's all he needs for most of this movie. I saw him take a couple of sips of bourbon, and drink some of Halle Berry's spit (don't ask). But, that's all he needed to do all of this killing for nearly a week. I didn't see him stop at Burger King, or grab an energy drink, or take a nap (think of the great opps for product placement --- John Wick doesn't sleep often, but when he does, I bet it's on a Casper Matress), I didn't even see him use the restroom; which he probably needed cuz he was running weird throughout this whole movie - like he needed to pee and his pants were too tight. That's the real tragedy of John Wick - never having time to pee or buy new pants that fit.

But, apparently, John Wick doesn't need any of those things, all he needs is Halle Berry's spit. Just a couple of sloppy, slurpy kisses from Halle and a man or woman is set!

Yes, this movie lacks a bit in plot, but John Wick has always been about the amazing ballet of kills. There is a literal ballet influence as we see a glimpse of John's background - and it's a ballet/wrestling school... that also teaches young kids how to kill. The fighting is just as creative and pretty as in the last two movies, with A LOT more blood.

All is murderously fun enough to subside some disbelief, until... I won't spoil much, but... look, I've watched John Wick get shot, stabbed in crucial arteries, break bones, get hit by two cars, sliced up by all sorts of sharp objects... he keeps going, ok... we're living by "Fast & Furious" rules, whatever, but at one point he goes over the edge of a multiple story building. A BUILDING! He gets shot, falls over, hits multiple objects on the way down, and then SPLAT! - and he’s STILL ALIVE AND READY TO BEAT ASS. Forget "Fast & Furious" we're living by "Looney Tunes" rules.

At another point, he loses a finger (minor spoiler, but it doesn't matter to the plot), if that finger had grown back, it wouldn't have surprised me.

C'mon, man... I've got to take off points for that.

It's a fun movie. Fans of the series will def enjoy it; I did for sure! If you're a casual fan, you'll prob have to suspend the part of your brain that tries to make sense of things, and simply enjoy, but it's worth a watch, if you love action.

Grade: B

I did feel sorry for the simple 9-5 henchman in this movie. Just out there trying to support your family, in a world where John Wick is killing people with pencils. If I were said henchmen, I think I'd pretend to get hit and knocked out by John Wick. Only John Wick normally shoots everybody in the head (many times) before leaving a scene. I'd have to smash a couple of ketchup packets on my head or something; I'd figure something out cuz I sure as hell ain't messing with a killer like him.

An actor I didn't mention is Asia Kate Dillon known as "The Adjudicator".

She is excellent btw Trying to enforce rules, and I get it! You've gotta keep people accountable to the rules in a world full of assassins, but... if John Wick is the one breaking the rules... maybe you should let that shit go. That's the morale here. Follow the rules! And if you break the rule, you had better be as badass and indestructible as John Wick. He caused so much death in these three movies over a dog getting shot; this series is like a PETA wet dream, and judging on how awesome this dream is, it may continue way passed 3 movies.

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just-an-eldritch-horror · 5 years

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The Unsung Ninja

Guys! I finally finished it after 10000 years! Here's the product of the beautiful Ninjago Twins AU by @stanrandomthings!

Summery: The ninja are sent on a mission to retrieve ancient artifacts. It goes well and they return to the Bounty. Unfortunately, a mishap caused one of the artifacts, a scroll in cased in glass, to shatter. That wasn't the worst of it, the old paper inside holds a bombshell and Misako has a lot to explain.

Warnings: slight language

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"ooh man, that was awesome!" Jay cheered as he carried one of the artifacts, a scroll incased in beautifully crafted glass, onto the Bounty. The mission had gone as planned. The night sky was shrouded in clouds, casting a dark shadow over the temple. With this, the roaring of the waterfall, and the humming of the forest, the enemies never heard or saw them coming. Just what ninja need to work their magic.

"Did you see me?!" He continued to bounce around in pride.

"I didn't quite see what you did but it must have been spectacular" Zane assured the blue ninja while placing another artifact on the deck.

"Yeah! I went like this! Then like this! I ran right past this guy and he didn't even see me! Just like a real proper ninj-" Right when he began to finish the exaggerated sentence, he threw his hands up and jumped back. Unfortunately, Nya had been right behind. Anyone could guess what happened next. With a scream, thud, crash, and a few ows, the two fell into a tangled mess on the floor. The scroll went flying out of Jay's hand and crashed on the deck. It’s crystal capsule shattering and the fragile paper roll unfurled.

Recovering from the fall, Jay realized what just happened. In his blind excitement he ran over Nya and destroyed the artifact.

“Sorry Nya…” he shamefully wheezed out. Great job Jay. Act like a kid, trample the love of your life and destroy a priceless piece of history.

As the Master of Lightning scolded himself, the female ninja forgave and walked over to inspect the damage. This was gonna be hell and a half to clean up all this glass. The scrap of yellowed paper layed shriveled upside-down. Out of curiosity, she gently lifted and turned it over. Looking at the exposed side, there was something wrong about it.

"uh guys? You might wanna see this..." Nya waved the others over as she was pouring over the unraveled scroll on the floor. Judging by the confusion and worry on her face, it was serious.

"What is it?" The team said in almost unison as they gathered around the scroll, looking at it's sprawled out interior. It was tattered and faded from age. The yellowed paper was also ingrained with millions of crinkles. Most of the writing in a language ancient and unknown, only a few symbols were recognizable. From just this, someone would have had brushed it off and deemed it just senseless chicken scratch. But the drawings depicted on the bottom were more than that. There, two figures were pictured in failing colors. The one on the right in faded green. The other in dull gold. Their forms were unmistakably ninja, seeming to be channeling energy at one another. Where it met, the colors intertwined to form a dragon. Within the dragons jaw, there was a bleeding black figure.

"Woah..." most of them whispered in awe. The others may have been fascinated, but the ancient scroll deeply unsettled Lloyd. He knew that green figure was supposed to be him, the Green Ninja. The problem lied with the other figure. Who was this? Who is this supposed to be? From the depiction, it seemed these people were connected somehow. Who was Lloyd supposed to be tied to? Was it him and his golden power? Could it be the First Spinjitzu Master? All this was making his head spin. The mangled figure was equally disturbing, that was his father. Just looking at it would make these assumptions worse and worse. The real meaning was hidden in the text.

"Zane, do you think you can translate it?" Lloyd asked the nindroid. It may be a dead language but he was a walking computer. There's countless other artifacts like this, from them Ninjago found it's history. There had to have been a translation.

“I can try, but there’s no guarantee it’ll be accurate or translatable.” The nindroid stated, casting a blue glow upon the paper as he scanned it. After completing, it took a few moments to receive an answer.

“Translation successful, reading it out now….”

"Born of son and woman, two descendants are to be birthed. A son of green, a daughter of gold. Blessed are they by the first, for they are to inherit his power and destined to protect his creation from their dark father."

"Holy sh!t", Most of them breathed.

"It is best that you watch your language." Wu stated from behind them. Twisting around, they saw the old master making his way over the deck.

"Good, maybe he could tell us one of the million things he never did," Kai growled, snatching up the scroll and storming to meet his master halfway.

“Wu!” He shoved the scroll in his face, “Why did you never tell us about a Gold Ninja!?”

"What? I.....I honestly did not know of this," the old master breathed in bafflement, taking and closely examining the scroll to make sure it wasn't mistranslated or forged. "Perhaps it is a false prophecy."

"No. I'm afraid it's true." Misako solemnly stood on the deck. All of them turned to face her sudden presence. "Forgive me what I'm about to tell you. I'm a fool for hiding it too long. Bring the scroll and come inside. It's about time I get this off my chest." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Again, I'm sorry for not saying this earlier. I thought I would never have to."

"Lloyd," Misako said softly, settling her hands on the ones of her son. "You weren't an only child. You were a twin..."

"When they were born. I knew that both of them, Lloyd and his sister, would be destined to fight their father. The boy would become the Green Ninja, Master of Power. The girl would be the Gold Ninja, Master of the Golden Power. I had read it in several scrolls and other ancient writings. I refused the idea of my children being forced to live with all of Ninjago on their shoulders. So I spoke to their grandfather, The First Spinjitzu Master."

"I begged him if I could change the scrolls and never let them become ninja. It took some convincing, but he finally agreed. I could rewrite the legends to only speak of the Green Ninja, the Gold Ninja was erased from existence." Misako glanced at the scroll in front of her with sad and defeated eyes. "Or so I thought."

"I left Lloyd at Darkly's and continued to prevent him from becoming the Green Ninja. While I took his twin far away. Far away from her father, Wu, you guys, and her destiny."

All hell broke loose now. The ninja were uproarious with frustration. Why had she kept this from them for so long. This wasn’t some little secret like taking the last donut. This was world changing truth. A Gold Ninja? The Master of the Golden Power? Lloyd had already became the Gold Ninja but now they were told he was never supposed to and someone else was to naturally hold it? Lloyd had a twin sister literally no one else knew about? A sister? First she totally abandons her son and now she tells him that he had a sister all along? How could she? All these years and now a single peep? They sure could of really used a Gold Ninja all those times they almost got killed.

"ENOUGH!" Wu shouted at the top of his lungs, slamming his staff on the table. All at once the ninja quieted, stopping mid sentence and quickly closed their mouths. Sitting back down in fear of what their Sensei could do next.

"I have had it with your hateful hollerings! If anyone should be screaming, it should be me! Look what you have done to her!" He scolded his students, gesturing over to Misako. At this point, the poor elder woman was barely holding on to herself. The harsh words of the ninja left her a wreck. Covering her head on the table, the muffled weeping shook her old frame.

They begrudgingly apologized, still heated and unfazed at what damage they caused. Then taking a deep breath, he turned to Misako and calmly asked, "Why haven't you said anything all these years?"

“One of my children was already destined to have a dangerous path that could lead him to death! I wasn’t going to curse my other child to the same fate!” She screamed, choking on sobs.

At this moment, Lloyd felt like a mountain had fallen on him. Did his mother just say she threw this all on him to protect his sister so she would have to go through anything? He's being put in the grinder for her? Talk about Mother of the Year. Cursing one kid to save the other. If she know this was going to happen, why did she even have them? Hell, why did she even get with his father in the first place. If Garmadon hadn't faked Wu's letter for his own, none of this would have happened. Sure he wouldn’t exist but after all this he kind of wanted that. To just disappear, so he wouldn't have to deal with this bombshell.

“Go outside and don’t come back in until you realize what you've done.”

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"You know what? Sensei's right. We shouldn't take this all out on her. She just wanted to protect her kids." Cole decided, kicking a glass shard off the deck.

“yeah,” Jay agreed, “I feel really bad for yelling at her now.”

“yes, we took the situation to an extreme. It was a bombshell for sure but to hurt Misako like that was unnecessary.”

“Agreed, we don’t have the right. If anyone should be angry, it should be Lloyd.”

“I just,” Lloyd started then sighed heavily, “I’m just so tired of not being told things, lied to, and thrown under the bus. My mom just said she left me to be the Green Ninja alone. Just so my sister didn’t have to suffer too.”

“But think about it Lloyd," Kai put his hand on the young man's shoulder, "if you didn't become the Green Ninja, Ninjago would be dead meat. Without you, the Overlord could of took over, or Garmadon, or a million other bad things would of happened.”

Kai was right. Without him as the Green Ninja, everything would have been long gone. Maybe Misako didn’t through this all on him just because she never loved him. She did it to protect Ninjago, because if no one protected it, there would be no safe place for his sister or him.

“well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go find her.”

Lmao I didn't really proof read this so sorry if there's mistakes

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Amazing Quest 1: Chapter 1

An older project I was part of. This isn’t going to replace Photon Breaker Zechs; just something else for you all to enjoy. This is an Infrequently Asked Questions; a walk-through for a game which doesn’t exist.

Cast:

Hiro D. Protagonist

Class: Pudding Warrior

Element: Light

Weapons: Swords/Shields

The hero of the story, he has the ability to transform into the powerful Pudding form. He also is something of an idealist and romantic; something both his party-members and enemies capitalize on (read: rib on endlessly).

Ozma Zorus Toruble

Class: Martial Princess

Element: Fire

Weapons: Knuckles

The princess of the Toruble kingdom, and practitioner of the ancient fighting art of Tsien-Do. She has many detractors (Waaa, waaaaa, MUH MOE PRINCESS) but her head-exploding effectiveness cannot be denied.

Kimyawa

Class: Ninja Elite

Element: Wind

Weapons: Shuriken

A buxom kunoichi that Hiro and Ozma rescues from the Dark Puddings, she is a cheerful young woman and also a complete glass cannon. Her toss ability, combined with her insane speed and high attack makes her popular with offensively-minded players.

Loyroll

Class: The Loyroll

Element: N/A

Weapons: Swords

Loyroll. Just Loyroll. There's really no other way to describe Kimaywa's brother. Well, alright, I'll try. Imagine Elton John and Oscar Wilde. Those two fused into one being combined with every Kurosawa hero, that's Loyroll. He fights the Dark Puddings, but only between his true calling: fighting Dinosaurs. Can you match his tempo?

Mancala

Class: Happy Merchant Mermaid

Element: Water

Weapons: Abacus

A ruthless capitalist mermaid who seeks to further her own ends, no matter the cost. This means she'll stoop to no low to keep her investments in the black. Good thing for Hiro, she's on his side, lest his life would be a living hell. Wait....

Moore

Class: Miner

Element: Earth

Weapons: Shovels

An unlucky miner who is trapped by Modt of the Dark Pudding's Heavenly Kings. If you rescue him, you gain a robust, steadfast companion, unfazed by the weirdness that Hiro seems to attract. Not that it makes the World of Dreams any more tolerable. :\

Deima

Class: Furry (Nyuck-Nyuck)

Element: N/A

Weapons: Staves

A powerful Chimera sorceress that assisted ancient Puddings seal Halst away. Her powerful magic makes her a potent ally, as does her adamant refusal to wear pants. She adds a.....unique air to Hiro's party.

Emilia the Sword God

Class: Dark Pudding Slayer

Element: N/A

Weapons: Emilia's Saber

If you manage to acquire Emilia's saber then you gain Hiro's brusque older sister as an ally. Her powerful Pease Pudding form makes her a much-needed relief to the unrelenting late-game. A shame, then, that she cannot use any weapons save her own saber.

Walk-through:

Chapter 1: From one Fire to....Another Fire!

(It is an Age of Myth. The Great Clan of Pudding has always sought to slay Evil and pursue Justice. To this end, they threw down the evil goddess Halst and sealed her in her Higher Realms. To keep her there, they made five Talismans of Power. However, in recent years, a legend of a goddess who can grant any wish if all Talismans are gathered has been circulating. Because of this, half of the Puddings have turned on their brethren. These Dark Puddings seek to dominate the world, and only their embattled cousins, the Light Puddings, can stop them....

It is an Age of Myth, and War. This is the Amazing Quest.)

(A group of people are in a house, as one runs in)

Man: The Dark Puddings are attacking!

You then take control of one of the people, the teenaged Hiro. Talk to the older looking woman In the corner with the green cloak and the blue hair.

Woman: Ah, Hiro, you're here. Those Dark Pudding bastards have arrived. I want you to get to the cellar. You're our last hope!

Hiro: But, Emilia! The Dark Puddings! They'll--

Emilia: Leave it to me! My P-Centage is the highest of our family!

(Emilia then leaves out of the door to the right)

You then take control of Emilia. Make your way outside, and you'll see the village is on fire. To the northeast is a series of turbaned soldiers and a single redheaded woman in a fez.

Fez Woman: Ah, Emilia the Sword God makes her appearance. Soldier! What is her P-Centage?

Soldier:(Fiddling with a handheld screen) It's....It's over--

Fez Woman: I swear to Lulz, if you continue down this road, you'll be sorry!

Soldier: Yes, Lady Jaydea! Her P-Centage is just short of Four Thousand.

Jaydea: Heh, I didn't think the Sword God was so weak. Soldiers! Dispose of her!

(Five soldiers surround Emilia)

Emilia: I'm getting way too elegant for this shit.

You're then thrust into a battle with five D. Pudding Soldiers. This isn't even a challenge. Merely engage Pudding Form, and use the Steam Breath attack to kill them all. Something that always gets me, though, is Emilia's arm shaking idle-motion, as if she's pleasuring her energy saber. How very phallic, Jeffcom.

Jaydea: ….Interesting...But there's one thing you did not calculate.

Emilia: That you're a punk-ass bitch?

Jaydea: You insolent little cur!

You're then thrust into battle with Jaydea. However, there's nothing you can do. After three turns, she'll engage her Pudding form, and it's over. However, for funniness' sake, use Emilia's “Choice Words” skill to make Jaydea freak out at your sick burns.

Jaydea: (Standing over Emilia's smoldering body) I think we're done here. Men! Move out!

You then take control of Hiro, and can move freely about. The Dark Puddings are no longer there, but the village, or Firstown, as the store owner tells you, is in ruins.

Pudding Elder: Hiro! You survived!

Hiro: I know, it was crazy!

Pudding Elder: I am sorry to say, your sister has passed away--

Hiro: Emilia?! NOOOOOOOOOOO

Pudding Elder: Let me finish! She and that Jaydea woman passed away over the Far Bridge, past Ddimel Nowhere! If you hurry, you can get to her! Hiro, you are the product of a breeding program to counter the Dark Puddings. Now is your chance to prove your worth!

Hiro: Wow, um, I'll do my best!

Pudding Elder: Yeah, no pressure or anything, but we're all depending on you.

Hiro: Erm, thanks.

The first thing to do after the elder tells you this is to go onto the Overworld, and grind until you reach level 5, when you get the Rice Pudding form. After you do so, make your way to the east, to a tower there. The sign calls it the Fog Tower, but its actual name in Japanese was “Toad Fortress,” so good going, translation team!

--Fog Tower--

The first thing you'll note, is that the humidity of the Tower lowers your speed significantly. Also, the tower has much tougher enemies than outside, with such lovelies as the Smooch Toad, the Friendly Frog, and the Sweaty Fly all tougher than the munchkins outside. However, you can easily get up to levels 8-9 thanks to them, so search around. The tower is pretty straightforward, and the healing fountains make it even easier. You'll find a buckler, several dengakus, and a Frog Diadem helmet. After you get all of these items, head to the northwest, where you'll find a dog dressed in a frog costume.

Frog-Dog: Woofwoofwoof! Now, we frogs will take over the region, all thanks to those Dark Puddings!

Hiro: Um, hello! Can I go through?

Frog-Dog: Woofwoofwoof! You! And that birthmark in the shape of a submarine! You must be the one Lady Jaydea told me of! We Frogs will not stand for this!

Hiro: Um, excuse me? I'm pretty sure you're a dog, not a frog.

Dog: That is impossible! I have smooth skin and a long tongue!

Hiro: That's a costume, and you're panting.

Dog: What of my regal bearing and webbed feet?

Hiro: What about your wagging tail?

Dog: I'll smash you to Kibbles and WOOF!

--Boss Battle!--

Frog-Dog King x1

LP: 1000

MP: 250

The Frog-Dog King is tough, unless you try Rice Pudding. Once you do, the sheer force of your awesome, stupendous...pathetically weak Pudding Form causes the King to double over with laughter, rendering him unable to act for the rest of the battle. Then, simply revert and assault him with normal attacks. If not, then prepare for “Sticky Tongue” and Water-1 to smack you to pieces. Not hard in either case, but still...

--Boss Battle!--

Frog-Dog King: WOOFWOOFWOOF! SO FUNNY! (Explodes)

Hiro: I'm the product of Pudding Eugenics, and I'm STILL this weak? What happened?

(At this, the air in the Tower cleared as the Frog-Dog's panting ceased)

At this, head outside, to find a grateful king and his entourage.

King: Ah, great Hero! You saved my castle from those detestable frogs!

Hiro: You too? It was a dog!

King: Now that the evil Frog King has been slain, we of Dimopint will happily assist against the Dark Puddings!

(At this point, the earth shakes and tosses everyone to the ground. The Fog Tower then collapses right in front of you)

King: Great God, the Dark Puddings must have [Quake Control]!

Hiro: How'd you do that?

King: Eh?

Hiro: Make something seem all important?

King: Oh, It's something that comes with the [Plot], now Hero, since you possess the [Holy Birthmark] you ought to take care of the Dark Puddings and their earthquakes! They have a camp to the southeast. Please avenge our home!

Hiro: (Grumbles)

You then need to proceed to the southeast, as directed, which will lead you to a city on the coast. You need to wait until it's night before you continue on, though, as the Dark Pudding soldiers will capture you, and therefore cause a Game Over. Once it's night, though, half of the Dark Puddings are asleep, allowing you to sneak by. Beware, though, those strange guns that they're carrying hurt, and if you alert them, they'll call more to compensate any you manage to defeat. Once you reach the middle of the city, there's a small building labeled “ Headquarters” enter there to find another dungeon, the Dark Pudding Underground.

--Dark Pudding Underground--

The Dark Pudding Underground is an interesting place. Apparently, the Dark Puddings either drilled directly into Hell or somehow managed to safely harness lava for their own purposes. Anyways, the path is straightforward, with few dead ends. I recommend leveling to 10 here before proceeding on to the end. You'll see why. After you find a rope bridge going north, be warned, a boss awaits you.

(Hiro walks across a bridge to see Jaydea conversing with a gigantic man wearing a metal helmet and another turbaned soldier)

Jaydea: The Light Puddings are no more, save for that so-called “God of Swords”

Man: We'll find a use for her soon enough. What of the search for the Talismans?

Soldier: (Pulls a silk sheet off a podium, revealing a gleaming brown jewel) My Lord, Zoddon, we have found it! The Earth Talisman!

Zoddon: Excellent, with this, our ambition is almost within our grasp.

Hiro: Hey! What are you doing? Where's Emilia?

Zoddon: Who is this?

Jaydea: Some pipsqueak of the Light Puddings. With the Sword God in our possession they have no notable fighters left.

Zoddon: Is that so? Boy, I'll say this for your own sake. Go back. This world...is corrupt. We of the Dark Puddings need to execute this ambition, for your sake, ours' and the entire World.

Hiro: And you burned down my village and kidnapped my sister for....what exactly?

Zoddon: I tire of this. Jaydea, dispose of him...

Jaydea: Torzus, dispose of him.

Torzus: (The soldier from earlier) Yes, my lady!

Zoddon: If you manage to survive this era, then come to see me again. I will be in the city of Gemadne on the Far Continent.

Hiro: You'll see!

(Jaydea and Zoddon step on a blue circle to the right and warp off)

Torzus: Don't forget about me, fool!

--Boss Battle!--

Torzus x1

Vulcan Machine x1

Torzus Stats

LP: 2000

MP: 300

Vulcan Machine Stats

LP: 1000

MP: 0

Torzus is difficult not because of himself, but because of the machine behind him. Every so often, he'll use the “Torzus fiddled with the Vulcan Machine” action, and you'll take 40+ damage due to seismic activity. The trick is to focus on the Vulcan Machine, until it dies, which will kill Torzus.

--Boss Battle!--

Torzus: Ugh, my brothers will avenge me!

(Torzus shifts the range dial to “Entire Continent” and smashes the ignition, as the machine hums and sparks dangerously)

Torzus: (Salutes) LIFE AND PROSPERITY TO EMPEROR ZODDON! (Explodes)

Hiro: Again with the exploding. I hope I don't do that.

Quickly, interact with the machine, which describes the “Massive energy flowing out of the machine.” It then asks if you'd like to remove the Earth Talisman. Do so, and then walk over to the blue circle where Zoddon and Jaydea warped out of. There's actually a hidden timer here, and if thirty seconds pass without you getting the Earth Talisman and walking over to the circle, then you'll get a Game Over, as the city explodes, and you get the message that “The Era of War never Ended”

However, if you DO...

Hiro: WARP!

(Nothing happens and the shaking grows stronger)

Hiro: Uh....WARP! WARP! WARP! PLEASE!

(The circle begins to spark)

Hiro: Oh, Cra--

(The entire Dark Pudding Camp explodes violently, collapsing into the earth, as Hiro is launched violently into the sky)

(Meanwhile, in nearby Toruble, a Pyrophobics Anonymous picnic is taking place, as a flaming star descends on it)

Hiro: -AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

(The Picnic is then consumed by the impact, leaving a smoldering crater, which a large, muscle-bound woman looks into)

#Adventure #fiction #science fantasy #writing #video games #infrequently asked questions #Amazing Quest

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Hi Blu! I was wondering if you could write a Percy Jackson AU for jayrae! thanks if you do! 😁😁

Hello,

YES! I Love This Idea! I hope you enjoy the story! I enjoyed writing it! =)

Camp Half-Blood…

The Bats, as they affectionately called themselves as a jokefor their human foster father’s name; Bruce Wayne; were the most eclectic, odd,and dangerous group of demigods that had banded together. Their family was oneforged in fires of hell, and tested on the streets as they had ran frommonsters before finding a human who adopted them and who let them be adysfunctional family. Bruce was a dangerous mortal though, capable of seeingthrough the Mist. But his sons were equally dangerous.

The eldest Bat was a son of Aphrodite, gifted with CharmsSpeaking, and the son of a circus acrobat. His name was Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson.The most charming of all the campers at Camp Half-Blood. He was also ridiculouslyhandsome, and had swarms of men and women swooning left and right for him. Dickwas also extremely lethal in combat, taking an unorthodox style of fighting andacrobatics.

The second Bat was the idiot son of Poseidon, gifted withattracting trouble, creating trouble, and finding trouble. He was a street kidwho had likely killed more monsters than all of the campers combined, his namewas Jason Todd. He was also the only idiot brave enough to ever tangle withRaven.

The third Bat was a son of Athena, one Dick had adopted, theson of Athena had found and dragged the son of Poseidon into the Bats. TimothyDrake, the smartest of all the Bats. Do not let the extreme ADHD and caffeinatedpersona fool you, the boy was smarter than all of the gods combined and had aknack for covering his brothers asses when trouble erupted.

The fourth Bat was a son of Apollo, he had unwittinglystumbled into Dick’s band of Bats before they had made it to the camp. He wasbright, charming, gifted in healing, and keeping his idiot brothers alive. DukeThomas was far too underappreciated, as he was the peace keeper of hisbrothers. And though he might be older than Tim, he was the younger brother ofthe Bat’s eclectic collection of misfits.

The fifth Bat, was the baby of the group, was a son of Ares,whom seemed to be the greatest nuisance and love of his brothers; Damian Wayne.The young little half blood was the most temperamental of his brothers, onlyrivaled with Jason on who was more dangerous. And he was also the surliest ofhis brothers.

Now, with those five brothers, there was always troublebrewing, but most of the trouble; outside of the family squabbles seemed to attachitself to him, and that might have been because he was a son of one of the BigThree.

At least this was his observation since he’d been like eightand on the streets running for his life before Dickhead found him. Timmy thoughhad been the one to drag him kicking and screaming into the Bat’s embrace, Dickhad insisted that he was the elder brother; Jason still called bullshit on thatas he was definitely the bigger brother!

No matter, since Jason had been like twelve he’d been fatedto die!

He had kind of gotten sick of the prophecies and stopped listening,as it was always about him or Raven having to go do some insanelystupid/dangerous thing. Jason proceeding to have Dick argue that he shouldn’tbe going on the quests. Tim recruiting Barbara Gordon (another daughter ofAthena) into creating an untraceable cellphone for communications. Duke givinghim an enchanted backpack he had helped make with Cass (a Hunter of Artemis),so he had enough meds and treatments to weigh him down to Tartus on hismissions. And Damian recruiting Harper Row (daughter of Hephaestus) to createhim the ultimate weapon. Jason had been a bit concerned, after all, it wasn’tlike Damian ever actually did anything nice for people, but the little guy wasclearly intent on doing this.

As to Jason usual partner in crime, it was his fellow BigThree child.

The dangerous daughter of Hades, Raven. Her mother had beena medicine woman in the Navajo tribe, and she was gifted in magic, and allpowers that Hades had, including the creepy; but awesome, ability of rising an undeadarmy to her command. Of all the campers Jason had ever met, she was the most beautifuland dangerous, and his normal partner in crime. Also outside of his family, shewas his best friend with their satyr, Roy Harper.

And that brought him to where he was right now as he stoodbehind Raven at the beach, she had her nose buried in a book. It was a rare daythat they weren’t on a death mission, or being attacked by monsters, and he wasgoing to be heading back to Gotham soon for the school year.

It was now or never!

He leapt for her, she threw up a shadow as twisted up to herfeet, her dagger out, and he pulled the ocean to slam into her as he rolledonto the ground. He grinned as stared at her.

“You Are Trouble!” she snapped.

“Oh please, you adore me and you know it!” he laughed.

“I was reading a perfectly fine book before you decided toattack me!” she countered.

“One would think that you’re a daughter of Athena’s withyour love of reading,” he mused standing to walk over to her.

“So?”

“I came to say later little bird,” he shoved his hands inhis pockets.

“That time already?” she sighed.

“Yup.”

“My aunt said she wanted me this year,” Raven looked tenseabout that.

“Well, if you land in Gotham, you know where to find me,” heoffered.

“I…”

“Rae, it’ll be fine,” he assured her as he slung an armaround his slender friend and guided her with him.

“Yes, because I so want to go to Gotham where you and yourhorde of miscreant brothers find, create and brew trouble,” she mused.

“You’ll miss me and you know it,” he decided.

“I might be seeing you soon, if not, stay in touch,” shesaid as they approached the hill.

“Later little bird!” he waved her off as he jogged after hisbrothers.

“Later Jay!” she waved, and he walked to where his familywas. It was odd having a family, but he was coming to like it.

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #one shot #jason todd #raven #richard grayson #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #roy harper #harper row #cassandra cain #percy jackson au

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The Witcher S2 E1: “A Grain of Truth”

This is a collection of thoughts, so needless to say, spoilers ahead!

- Tissaia is such a complicated character for me. Her grief over Yenn is so palpable and painful, yet it is so difficult to take that considering all that she put Yenn through at Aretuza.

- I love Nivellen and his extremely chaotic beauty and the beast ass house

- Freya Allen looks gorgeous as Ciri 😭😭 her hair is amazing!!

- you can already see the beginnings of their relationship, geralt is so kind and warm towards her to help make her feel safe. after the trauma of seeing her family die, her beloved home country sacked and burned, and getting kidnapped, it must be such a relief for her to finally be safe

- “I’ve lived through a whole dark age and three supposed end of days” 🙃

- WHITE FLAME MENTION LETS GOOO can’t wait to see Emyhr’s ugly mug

- the sound FX for the Tissaia and Cahir is so wonderfully disgusting

- Anya delivers Yenn’s lines with such bite it sends chills down my spine. Holy cow. She’s a fantastic Yennefer

- :00!! The Fall of the Elders!! What a lovely way to tell the story, through shadow play and magic

- Geralt has a stronger sense of humor in this season, and I love it. I’m so glad Henry Cavill pushed for Geralt to talk more, it’s really revealing his personality and his character

- “I deserve my destiny” such finality said to someone who is still very much grappling with her own destiny. Oof.

- Ciri’s first encounter with “monsters” being humans, armies, and kings is such a great start for her character arc. She’s beginning to see the world beyond her castle, and being able to be so open hearted towards other creatures and beings is what makes her - and Geralt - such influential and impactful characters

- Yo Bruxae scene?? Already?? OH WAIT. They mentioned wraiths. They mentioned Nivellen having buried his whole house of servants in the yard. WILL THEY RISE AS WRAITHS!!!!!

- Geralt being like “(sees mysterious footprints) …..no. fuck that. (goes back inside)”

- “how are you not heartbroken?” “Who says I’m not.” P A I N

- me: let’s not pit two powerful women against each other. also me: the tension between Fringilla and Yennefer is narratively awesome. I love how both of them are at the behest of their situations, but Yennefer recognized she had a choice. Fringilla, on the other hand, wasn’t treated at the same level as Yennefer was. She WAS forced into a post she never wanted, stuck in a difficult position she couldn’t get herself out of. And so she threw herself into the cause for it, to gather the power she could to set herself up on a higher pedestal.

- EW UPSIDE DOWN WOMAN. BUT ALSO COOL. HOW DID THEY FILM THIS!!!!! Omg she moves so WEIRDLY (bruxa time????) I love how they added blur to her movements and sped up certain aspects of her. So unbelievably cool

- THERES!!! A!!! FREAKING!!! BRUXA!!! IN!! THE!!! HOUSE!!!!!! (we are FUCKING under attack!!) oh it is potion time HELL yes! oooohhhh is she a rusalka maybe? God I hated fighting bruxa, they were some of the hardest enemies in W3.

- GOD EW ALL HER BONES CRACKING ON THE GJSKAKSNFJSK ON THE SPEAR EWWWWWW

- wow…… what a banger to start the season with. The writers really nailed this one, and so did Kristopher Hivju. What a phenomenal actor. ALSO??? WHAT THE FUCK NIVELLEN HOLY SHIT

- damn Geralt. What a raw ass line.

- there’s some real father-daughter bonding at this campfire. geralt, hurt by the actions of his supposed friend. ciri, with e v e r y t h i n g. THE SAD SMILE AHHHHHhhhhh

- SCOIA’TAEL???

All in all, holy shit. This is great. I love the WITCHERRRRR

#nat watches witcher s2 #witcher season 2 spoilers

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Retropective: Monster Hunter

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Or in heat. May the Lord have mercy upon thy soul

So, you played all those newfangled Souls games but you crave for something a bit more... different? You’ll probably feel confident enough to take on this odd yet incredibly popular Japanese game which sadly, suffered the same fate in terms of how well-known it is in the West. It has all the bells and whistles that makes the combat just as nuanced and perplexed as a Souls game would. But then, when you just try to get that woolly mammoth thing’s delicious meat and all to barbaque on a spit you brought along in a snowy place, you’ll suddenly get greeted by a huge dragon-like creature that would crawl really quick right to you after dropping straight down. A roar that could send an avalanche rolling down, snapping its jaws, sharp teeth and all. You’re just armed with a toothpick. And wear paper for armor. It’s 5 feet right in front of you.

Welcome to Monster Hunter.

The recent developments of the game, having an open beta of Monster Hunter: World this week (which unfortunately, only PS4, PS+ users are allowed to take part in) for a stress-test of their servers, had me hyped since the game was first unveiled in E3 this year. It is a fantastic, long-awaited take for the game itself. Finally there are changes that makes sense in the game that long-time players would be more relieved than be disgusted by, honestly. At least in my opinion. But I do find it a bit awkward that these kinds of changes that I would had fantasized of when I was just a new player back in ‘08. It’s uncanny!

Monster Hunter is a game that first came out in 2003 when Capcom was not crap trying to make full use of the PS2′s internet connectivity option for online multiplayer. So they came out with 3 games: a racing game, a Resident Evil/Biohazard: Outbreak and... this. Of the lot, Monster Hunter actually managed to came out top, even against friggin’ RE which is not exactly a bad game though with somewhat questionable implementation. The thing is, the team that wanted to make this game put a lot of effort into it. It wasn’t generic or half-assed like the other two, it actually had a more unique gameplay mechanic in comparison. The music produced for the game is gorgeous, the worldbuilding around the game surprisingly meaty even if most of it isn’t really fleshed out in-game, they have adorable cat-men made, and basically the whole pull for the game is that you constantly beat the hell out of the dragons and dinos you find and wear their skin as hats. Awesome. The game later managed to be honored with a remixed version endorsed by Capcom that added the G-rank, more monsters in the roster, more weapons, more maps, some new improvements, just about everything! And you get to pay for it full price after buying the first game. Typical Capcom business as usual.

But the series never truly shined until it comes to the handhelds. Sure, it had a console release soon after with Dos but the real reason why this game is developed because the game emphasizes multiplayer a lot more than you think, having the Gathering Hall readily available for online play. Unfortunately, consoles don’t really solve the age-old problem of Japanese salarymen lacking time and money to own and play consoles at home, their very target audience. So, let’s say getting the game to run on the PSP is not only technically impressive, but it does make a hell lot of sense. You could go for a quick curbstomp with some random strangers or friends travelling along the train ride to and fro, the rush hour is always a frantic but sometimes frustratingly dull daily routine. Or, get to your friends’ house to play MonHun together instead of theirs to play. Either way, a 4-man hunting party taking down a fiery dragon is always a magical experience, not quite like how you’d have seen before outside of a drab MMO. Strategy and skill (and a big stick) is what you need to kill a monster but teamwork makes the job all the more enriching than taking one down alone. Even the later Portable versions of the game pretty much made the game mandatory for multiplayer, even in singleplayer with the introduction of Felyne Comrades (later known as Palicos), adorable little cat-men decoys/light support hunters that you have them tag along in hunts.

You just can’t say no when it says it wants to go with you!

Of course, all the big fancy fights and nice weapons and armours you’d get along progressing the game later would ultimately boils down to slow, hard, meticulous, gratuitously grindy work. A very Japanese thing sometimes. Besides, you’re not a Monster Hunter just because you happen to have a chest full of weapons and armour that popped out of nowhere right? You have to understand firstly that your character here took this as a career. Your character definitely signed up for this. Most of the time, your character will start off as the village Exterminator- I mean, Monster Hunter, where he/she accepts quests from the local village chief to do jobs and bounties posted by just about anybody in the game. A newlywed? Chef? A friggin’ Princess? The Chief? Yes, anybody! Sometimes you don’t even need to go through the details why, just take it for that sweet, sweet zenny reward. And maybe you’d be able to make that hat you always wanted along the way. Or if you’re down with the fluffy bits of the game, you could get to know who your clients are with the descriptions detailing the job you’ll be taking. Some desperate for reprisals, some makes sense, some petty, some irresponsible, some are dubious. Some even came from kids who just wanted you to gather some plants in the woods. Yes, you don’t always get to kill monsters in this game, filling out that hunter-gatherer criteria of your job.

In that matter, gathering (and eventually hoarding) stuff in the game would be your bread and butter in the experience. To get plants and mushrooms totally for medical stuff is one of the earliest thing you have to do in the game. Preparations before taking on the big ones are key to surviving your fight, just as crafting, farming and cooking would. In this early phase of the game, the really slow burn, grindy part of the game would center around you familiarizing with the game before eventually getting to finish the main story in the game in less than 10 hours in-game when you come back a veteran. Hoarding enough of your stuff in the wild would eventually lead to you actually make cool stuff with it too! Mainly the fancy hats.

Capcom might have called this a hack-n’-slash but you never get to play this like you did with Dante in Devil May Cry (another Capcom release). When in that game, you’d be more aggressive and pulling your attacks, lightning-fast and never get tired from it, Monster Hunter is much less so about that. Even the fastest weapon you can play in the game stresses in a way that you must position yourself in a good spot before pulling off some fancy moves. Wrestling with how the game’s control scheme shits on the more simplistic, button-mashing style of gameplay in most hack-n’-slash games could be half the pleasure, especially if you happen to master them as well. But the game still relies on you methodically placing your attacks, learning attack patterns of your enemies, knowing when to run, set up traps, manage stamina and health, noticing telltale signs of it about to pull off moves or ready for capture. All the while not knowing when you’ll know when the monster would drop with the lack of a health bar. It does sound complicated on paper but in practice, well, even less so. All those things would happen in the heat of the moment and it’s up to you to manage them. No amount of preparation could save you of you can’t utilize them properly here. The weapon animations are, however, mostly uncancellable and sometimes you got to drop the hammer in the right place in the right time if you want to do some serious damage. That includes finding openings for the monsters and targeting their soft, squishy parts for that extra DAMAGE. The game would really punish you for doing haphazard attacks but sometimes it’s not really your fault as much as the game itself.

What do I do to deserve your hitboxes?

It may sound like a feeble excuse of not being good at the game fighting it but there is a reason why the Plesioth, the big fish monster thingy, is universally reviled as a monster to fight. Simply because hipchecks are incrdibly annoying when mixed with the large hitbox sizes in the earlier iterations. Capcom managed to fix this AND not having it back in later games, thankfully. So all is well.

Outside of combat, you’ll notice how explorable the maps can be when you step foot in the hunting grounds. Most of the time, they felt like natural locations, sometimes asymmetrical but never quite felt like it intended to direct the players to a certain location like some level designs would. More like, how much you could explore the whole place to sate your ever-growing curiousity. Hiddn paths, shortcuts and potentially exploitable spaces you’d find along the way while looking for your prey. It’s also the little things about the whole environment that you’d notice. It’s incredibly diverse, never feeling samey or generic as most fantasy-themed game would when involving dinos and dragons to kill. Sometimes you’d enjoy the little details surrounding the map, like a giant shell of an elder dragon on top of a mountain or how nature had reclaimed an age-old ruin in the middle of a jungle, large swathes of desert sands or lava that actually behaved differently depending on the time you are in there, day or night. Or simply something more aesthetically pleasing like a mountain you see right in front of the first area of the map or islands with waterfalls come crashing down from a height as far as the eyes can see. Those maybe just blocky polygons and textures at the time but they never fail to capture my sense of wonder and the fact it reminds me that I couldn’t explore at those parts of the game. If you want to know how immersive the game world can be, look no further.

Perhaps this is what their newest game wants to convey to us. The maps of the previous games are beautiful but barely interactable. You could only hop onto ledges, swim and gather at select sites at that point. But nothing further from that. The new game, Monster Hunter: World would explore more on this, allowing players to actually do something cool about it. Breakable obstacles, environmental destruction for opening new paths or traps, places you could actually hide in, animals you can find there to travel to new areas or inflict status effects, the amount of the detail they put in this is crazy, limited only to your imagination. All in one, massively seamless map. One might fear these could lead to a wasted effort since sometimes it’s not a big focus during fights, especially when you’re timed during your job to take down one big monster before it’s up. The emphasis on exploration could potentially be ignored in the favour of a more direct action-oriented play. Players more accustomed to focusing their efforts onto fighting monsters for more than 4 games may not even try something new for that but it remains to be seen. What appears to be a novelty may evolve into something bigger when you have all the time you need to explore on the map, opening up more possibilities to what you can do in the game-world later in the full-game.

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Charmed Again (Charmed Fanfic)

Episode 9 - Stripped: Part 2

Warnings: I don’t own the rights to any of the characters from the hit TV show “Charmed” or the storylines related to the show those rights belong to original creator Constance M Burge.

15+ Moderate/Graphic Displays of Violence, Sexual Innuendos, Witchcraft and Potentially Triggering Scenes.

PART ONE HERE

Drake walked out of the Devilish Delights strip club and walked over to the parking lot where he was shocked to see both Quinn and Paul lying on the ground unconscious as he wasted no time in running over to Quinn.

“Quinn, wake up!” Drake shouted as he knelled over and picked his white lighter up into his arms, not knowing at the time his shouting had just woken Pan up.

Drake suddenly noticed fireballs floating within the air trapping him within a circle as he rose back to his feet after placing Quinn’s unconscious body gently back onto the ground at the same time Pan got out of the car and into the parking lot and quickly froze the entire scene except for herself and Drake while Quinn and Paul continue to lay unconscious in the parking lot.

“Let the object of objection return so that it’s existence may be reaffirmed.” Pan chanting making the group of demons she had frozen all visible before raising both hands once more exploding each demon one by one.

“Okay that was kind of awesome.” Drake admitted to Pan as the two shared a smile before Pan rushed over to Paul and Drake returned his attention to Quinn as the scene unfroze and the fireballs crashed into several cars.

“Thank god.” Pan breathed a sigh of relief after Paul woke up after being shaken by her. “Next time leave the napping to professionals.”

“Quinn wake up!” Drake said repeatedly while shaking Quinn’s unconscious body.

“Did I beat some demon butt?” Quinn asked after waking up in Drake’s arms much to Drake’s relief.

“Yeah buddy you kicked some serious butt.” Drake laughed.

Quinn woke up in a bed in a spare room within the Halliwell Manor only to quickly notice Drake asleep on a chair next to his bed as he sat up in the bed as Drake woke up too.

“Did you crash here the whole time?” Quinn asked with a smile on his face. “I can heal myself so thanks, but it wasn’t necessary.”

“Yeah Pan and Paul did say that to be fair I just didn’t trust them to be honest.” Drake admitted as he stood up from the chair.

“It’s nice to know that you were worried about me.” Quinn told his favorite charge.

“Does this mean we’re still friends?”

“Yeah...” Drake answered with a pause. “Friends? I’m glad you’re okay”

“Thanks.” Quinn replied as Drake walked out of the room only to meet Paul in the hallway where he had clearly been waiting to talk to his son.

“So, did last night convince you the Underworld is far away from retirement?” Paul asked Drake as he closed Quinn’s door.

“I guess everybody just loves lying to me.” Drake replied to his biological father.

“How do I fix things between us?” Paul pleaded with him.

“You’re about 20 plus years late to fix this but I’m a charmed one and whether I like it or not I’m going to have to work alongside you and Pan.” Drake admitted.

“Really?” Paul asked in shock by Drake’s revelation. “I’ve to ask you why was it so easy for you to embrace Eve? I mean before you found about my lies you didn’t embrace me like you did her or even Pan.”

“All you’ve ever done is made me believe all you want from me is charmed you’ve never really tried to get to know me and they did.” Drake answered honestly.

“I only kept my distance from you because it killed me having to lie to you.” Paul replied to his son.

“Why didn’t you bind my demonic side when you bound my witch side? It’s clear you hate demons so much so why not bind the part of me that made me so easy to abandon for you?” Drake wondered.

“Drake I love every part of you, demonic witch or normal you’re my son and I love you.” Paul told him. “Being a demon is part of who you are, and I never want you to be ashamed of any part of yourself.”

“I don’t want or need a parent in my life it’s just too hard for me I had parents and I lost them.” Drake revealed to his biological father in their most honest moment yet.

“I’m willing to start out as colleagues work up to friends and then see what the future holds for us both.” Paul suggested to his son.

“Sure, I can give that a try.” Drake replied.

“Really?” Paul asked with a smile on his face.

“Yes.” Drake agreed as he too smiled.

“Morning.” Lacey said to Pan after she woke up in Pan’s bed before giving her girlfriend a kiss on the lips.

“I love walking up to you.” Pan admitted to her. “I love you and I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to admit that.”

“You’re lucky I’m a patient woman.” Lacey joked before kissing Pan again.

“I don’t love your morning breath though.” Pan teased her as Lacey planted another kiss on her lips. “I’m glad everything is working out perfectly.”

“You shouldn’t say that,” Lacey warned her as the two of them sat up in the bed. “Every time someone says something like that it always ends in disaster.”

“Well I’ve got the most amazing girlfriend and Drake’s slowly beginning to come around to Paul and me so I’m ready for any disaster that follows.” Pan revealed to her detective girlfriend.

“I should’ve guessed Quinn would be the way of getting Drake back talking to use somehow.” Lacey told her. “Do you think they know they’re in love with each other?”

“Well Quinn’s already admitted it to me, but I think it’ll be a long time before he admits it to Drake and vice versa.” Pan explained. “I just wish their love wasn’t against the elders’ rules because if they get wind of them two some serious shit could go down.”

“Damn it why did you have to say that to me?” Lacey complained. “Now all I can think about is breaking them up for Drake’s safety this damn bloody spell.”

“I will help you fight this magic I will find some spell to reverse my mother’s spell and you’ll finally be free.” Pan promised her. “I’m breaking that spell today.”

Drake walked back into Devilish Delights eager to distract himself from what had begun as an emotional day only to find Mandi sitting on top of a hunky body builder type man with both down to just their underwear.

“Consider my feelings well and truly hurt.” Drake said sarcastically. “Here was me thinking I was your employee of the week.”

“Well I never said there couldn’t be more than one.” Cindy replied with a flirtatious smile before giving Drake a knowing look.

Drake quickly walked over to the two of them passionately kissing Cindy before kissing his stripping colleague as his colleague and his boss began pulling at Drake’s clothes with excitement.

“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better.” Paul told Quinn as Quinn walked into the dining room to find Paul sitting at the dining table with a mug of coffee.

“Thanks, I just wish I put up more of a fight against the demons last night.” Quinn thanked him as he sat down next to Paul.

“You did just as badly as I did to be fair and I don’t know how you do it but you once again got through to Drake and I can’t begin to tell you how I’m grateful for you being my white lighter and the bond you have with my son.” Paul revealed to him.

“I guess I’m just amazing at my job.” Quinn replied.

“Or you’re amazing with my son I hope you know you’ve had my approval to be with him since day one.” Paul told his white lighter.

“Woah there I think someone has got the wrong idea.” Quinn lied unconvincingly. “Drake and I are just friends.”

“You should never have to hide your feelings just because your bosses are stuck in the dark ages besides, I have an aunt up there that’s on our side no matter what.” Paul said making his support for his white lighter and his son well known.

“Trust me when I say we’re much more concerned with my youngest nephew having a literal family reunion from hell.” Paige admitted after orbing into the dining room. “The other thing I’m already working on getting rid of.”

“In our defense aunt Paige, we literally only recently found out ourselves.” Paul replied to her as he and Quinn stood up to face the head elder.

“There’s also another reason why I’m making a visit one I’m not happy with.” Paige admitted. “Despite my standing with the elders they ruled against me and have assigned a non-biased elder to evaluate the new charmed ones and their white lighter.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Paul moaned at his great-aunt.

“Yeah there’s still too many should be retired angels up there for my liking once I convince them to retire my life will be so much easier and yours included.” Paige told Paul. “Where is everyone anyway?”

“At work I’d assume.” Quinn replied to his boss.

“Well if I were you guys, I’d get them to pull some sick days because this elder is probably going to be a real pain in the proverbial.” Paige suggested to them both.

“I guess this means I should probably go and get them both.” Paul said reluctantly.

“You should probably take your car as I need to prep Quinn for his upcoming evaluation.” Paige told Paul as a look of dread instantly appeared across Quinn’s face.

“I believe you and I had a conversation about you staying away from my son and I’m pretty sure you chose not to follow those instructions.” Eve told Pan after appearing in a burst of flames into P3 to see Pan busy taking stock behind the bar counter.

“I get you’re this big bad source now, but you have never scared me, and you never will especially when it comes to forming a relationship with my own nephew.” Pan told her ex-girlfriend.

“Are we so sure about that?” Eve asked her as she summoned a fireball above her hand.

“If you have it in you to kill me then you would definitely lose your son forever he’s already catching on to your lies as it is just wait till he finds out you murdered the aunt that’s finally starting to grow on him.” Pan warned the source of all evil.

“I won’t allow you to ruin things for me and my son.” Eve replied as she made the fireball disappear.

“The only real person coming between you and your son is you because you’ve always been your own worst enemy Eve and that’s never going to change, I learned that the hard way.” Pan said honestly.

“You of all people should know I’m not incapable of love.” Eve told her.

“I’m not denying that you love him or that you loved me I know there’s good buried deep down inside of you but there’s not enough to save you from yourself.” Pan admitted. “I used to think otherwise, and I was wrong.”

“Your mother forced both mine and Paul’s hands into giving him up she practically tore my son from me and then afterwards you acted like I never mattered to you.” Eve admitted with a great sense of sadness.

“I loved you so much and then you not only cheated on me but you got knocked up by my own brother and even after all that I stood by you but I was never enough because you’ve always loved power more than anything else.” Pan replied. “Loving someone like you and not being enough for them is a life nobody should have to live. If you love your son, then stay the hell away from him before you break his heart too.”

“I wish things had worked out differently for us Pan I really do.” Eve cried. “But nothing is stopping my reunion with my son I’ve worked to hard for this and I’m not giving up now.”

“Then I guess this will only end when one of us kills the other.” Pan told her former love.

Paige stood in the attic of the Halliwell Manor with Quinn by her side as she looked around the place she once called home realizing so much had changed since her charmed days and yet so much were still very much the same even after becoming head elder the Halliwell Manor was still her home and the charmed ones were still her number one priority it was just now a different set of three.

“So, what do I need to know so both the charmed ones and I pass this dreaded evaluation?” Quinn asked her.

“Well first of all I recommend putting this lover story you have going with Drake on ice until after the evaluation anyway.” Paige told him honestly.

“There is nothing going on between Drake and I.” Quinn lied to both himself and Paige. “Our relationship is strictly professional.”

“Oh, I know nothing has happened yet trust me when I say there’s a few of us that’s been tuning in I’m just saying don’t let anything happen until after we get rid of this elder because I’d hate for them to decide the charmed ones need a new white lighter.” Paige admitted to her angelic employee.

“Does that mean you think I’m doing a good job?” Quinn asked with a sense of pride that the head elder and former charmed one believed in him so much.

“You have amazing potential Quinn and I believe you and Drake also have amazing potential in fact I’m hoping on it being the thing that saves him.” Paige revealed to Quinn.

“What do you mean by that?” Quinn asked, instantly worried about the man he loves.

“I’ve already said too much trust me when I say I wish I could say more.” Paige replied reluctantly before giving the attic one last look and orbing away.

“You can go straight back to hell where you belong.” Drake snapped after walking into his dressing room at Devilish Delights to see his mother Eve waiting there for him. “Your memory little monsters tried to murder me last night I was foolish enough into thinking you’d care about me enough to stop them attacking innocents when you clearly don’t care about me enough to stop them attacking me.”

“Okay so I may have never told them to stop killing innocents, but I’d never allow them to harm a hair on your head.” Eve admitted to her son.

“You lied to me like everyone else has and you said you wouldn’t.” Drake replied.

“Drake I’m your mother and I only want what’s best for you.” Eve pleaded with him. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect you.”

“The difference between you and Paul is although you both fuck up; he’s a good person and I’m beginning to realize you’re not.” Drake admitted to his biological mother.

“How many times have I told you this outlook on good versus evil is so outdated?” Eve asked him.

“You have to choose between your throne, or your son and I can promise you when I say this will be your finale chance.” Drake said, delivering his ultimatum.

“I see,” Eve replied before placing her hand won her son’s shoulder and disappearing with him in a bust of flames.

Lacey was left confused as she found herself waking up on a sun bed placed in the middle of a beautiful beach before turning to her right to see Quinn sipping on a sun bed next to her sipping from a glass of an over the top cocktail.

“Okay Quinn what the hell is going on?” She asked the white lighter.

“Pan decided you deserved a holiday or more like needed a holiday.” Quinn revealed to her.

“A holiday to where exactly?” Lacey asked while looking around the seemingly remote beach as the two of them stood up from their sun beds.

“This may seem very invasive, but things are getting dangerous now and Pan’s just trying her best to protect you.” Quinn admitted to the detective.

“You mean the two of you got together to dump my ass on some remote island, so I had no choice but to not butt in?” Lacey scoffed in disbelief by her situation.

“Trust me with the source of all evil making regular appearances and an elder evaluation pending I sure wish I could stay out here.” Quinn said as he took another drink from his cocktail.

“I’m not happy about this,” Lacey moaned while snatching Quinn’s cocktail off him. “But I suppose as overprotective actions go at least this one has a pretty result.”

“If you guys keep showing up here then we’re going to have a serious problem.” Cindy complained as Pan and Paul walked into Devilish Delights once again.

“You were a lot kinder when you thought we were customers.” Paul replied as him and Pan walked over to the club owner who was stood behind the bar counter.

“Yeah well I tend not to do nice for free now what the hell do use want? I’m opening up soon.” Cindy snapped at the two of them.

“We’re here to see my son.” Paul told Cindy.

“Yeah that’s never not going to be weird I mean I get his aunt being related to him, but I don’t see it with you.” Cindy admitted to Paul. “You seem like the hot shot lawyer kind whereas she like her son seems a lot less stuffy.”

“Can you just get Drake out here please?” Paul asked clearly not amused by Cindy while Pan smirk away at the strip club owner’s insults.

“Can’t he’s been and gone and I don’t currently know where he is right now which is not that professional, I suppose but he gets away with it.” Cindy revealed to them both before singling Paul out. “Thanks for fucking your son up enough to make him the perfect employee.”

“If you were a better employer, you’d be able to now where your employees were.” Pan snapped at Cindy, defending her brother.

“I’m his boss not his keeper and if you were a better club owner your clients would stop running over here.” Cindy replied to the Halliwell sister.

“Why have you taken me to Paul and Pan’s basement?” Drake asked Eve after the two appeared in the basement of the Halliwell Manor within a burst of flames leaving Drake completely confused.

“You told me I had to choose you being by my side forever it’s just that you’re too good for that to happen which means I’ve got no choice but to push you towards the evil inside of you.” Eve said to her son.

“I’m not going to become evil to maintain a relationship with you Eve.” Drake replied before noticing a crack in the basement floor.

“I’m sorry son but the throne is our destiny and I can’t let even you stand in the way of that.” Eve cried as she wave her hand over the crack releasing the dark smoke from inside of the crack before the smoke traveled it’s way towards Drake forcing him to his knees as the smoke began entering his body through his eyes, mouth and nose causing the Halliwell hybrid to shake viciously as evil began to take over him until the black smoke was gone and his eyes turned jet black.”

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