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newyorkthegoldenage · 7 months
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West Side Story opened on September 26, 1957. Boys in the dance chorus celebrated in their dressing room.
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everydayhoroscope · 7 months
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Happy Birthday on September 26
Happy Birthday on September 26 Dear Libra, the upcoming year promises to bring a multitude of wonderful experiences filled with joy and pride. As the celestial bodies align in perfect harmony, the cosmic forces have conspired to bless you with a series of
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a2zillustration · 6 months
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Took time out of our busy schedule to play hide and seek with the weird little kid we found in the woods :)
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glimmerofawesome · 7 months
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sukisactualgf · 8 months
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YOU GUYS DO NOT KNOW how excited i am for the sixth pjo book. like rick has said himself "It's not meant to be a world-ending adventure, it's just a day in the life of a demigod." it is literally a slice of life canon pjo book with the og trio. and they're just gonna be doing random shit in new york. like cmon
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Hu Tao - Genshin Impact
*As of 31 Dec 2023 her references have been replaced with a watermarked version
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raemeh · 7 months
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So the titanic sank on April 14th-15th 1912 (getting my answers from google can you tell) so what I’m thinking is that Grant and Marco Did everything to not correlate Lincoln and the Titanic. So much so that they didn’t teach him about it and gave him a different birthday (March 3rd)
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splashink-games · 8 months
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A Note On... Editing Storybooks and Fairy Tales
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Storyteller is a puzzle game by Daniel Benmergui (and published by Annapurna Interactive)!
Let's get the subpar out of the way first. I was actually kinda hyped for this game, but honestly ended up disappointing. The experience is super short (though I know they're planning on a free update on Sept. 26). There are a lot of puzzles but many of them are super simple and the titles usually tell you exactly what to do.
With that said, the puzzles are mostly intuitive, which I like. There are a lot of cool interactions between each element of a story and playing around with the order is fun to an extent.
The art is super charming. Love the storybook style.
And last of all, the storytelling aspect is actually pretty great. It's cool that each character has specific mechanics tied to them. For example, Lenora wouldn't poison anyone but Isobel would. And that says a lot about the characters we're manipulating throughout the game.
Storyteller is great in concept and fun to play, but I just don't know if it's worth it in terms of length and complexity.
As always,
Enjoy Gaming!
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newyorkthegoldenage · 7 months
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A guest at a cheap hotel on the Bowery chose to read the newspaper in the fresh air, September 26, 1947.
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les-portes-du-sud · 8 months
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Dix Sept. 26.08.2023
Dix-sept marches et il est à l'autel. Dix-sept seulement. La mairie est inondée de soleil, de fleurs et de rubans partout, et d’une lueur insupportable. Le cœur bat dans la poitrine jusqu'à devenir assourdissant, comme si le son interne des tambours coupait tous les sons externes. Un piano à queue se dresse à droite de la salle de cérémonie, ses côtés laqués blancs étincelants. Le couvercle est ouvert et son ventre sans fond scintille, il est plein de roses. Une jeune fille en robe de mariée blanche est assise sur une chaise près du piano : le satin et la dentelle luisent, soulignant les débordements nacrés de la peau délicate, sa fragilité et son impuissance. Une coiffure haute s'élève en vagues sombres sur un cou fin, comme un nuage d'orage sur un tronc de bouleau. Il ne voit pas son visage, car il s'approche de la pianiste par derrière. Il ne voit jamais son visage.
2. Dix pas, le piano se rapproche, invités et témoins se figèrent d'anticipation. Peut-être que la musique est bonne. Elle a dû les émouvoir, réveiller des prémonitions et des souvenirs dans leurs âmes. Amira était une merveilleuse pianiste. Le soleil perce les épaisses baies vitrées en les irisant. Ici, ils sont allongés sur le piano avec deux bandes écarlates, le barrant, les notes posées sur le pupitre, les touches se rapprochant des doigts fins en gants de mariage blancs. Il aimerait entendre ce qu'elle joue, mais son cœur continue de s'étourdir, éclatant de temps en temps de douleur. Il arrive.
Cinq pas et il sursaute sous le tonnerre des applaudissements. Le jeu est terminé et la mariée se lève du piano, repousse maladroitement la chaise, redressant sa jupe trop longue, dénouant la traîne sous ses pieds. Elle se tient face à ceux qui sont assis et debout, et les boucles de sa coiffure qui encadrent son visage le cachent complètement de son regard. Bientôt.... Il reste un pas et il tend la main pour lui toucher légèrement le coude, elle commence à se retourner dans sa direction. Lentement, comme à travers l'eau, comme à travers un verre visqueux, il voit comment une volée de colombes arrive, battant de manière assourdissante leurs ailes blanches, même s'il n'est pas encore temps de les relâcher. Des pétales et des plumes remplissent l'air, clignotant devant ses yeux... l'empêchant de voir son visage, il ne la voit jamais .
Il passe ses mains sur son visage et sent de la sueur mêlée de larmes sur ses doigts. Le cœur bat toujours de façon assourdissante. Mais non, on dirait que les voisins frappent au mur. Il devait encore crier dans son sommeil. Il crie toujours quand il rêve d'elle. Et il ne voit jamais son visage. Il ne voit pas dans son sommeil.
Il quitta son lit et entra dans la cuisine, fume et essaie de se calmer... Une autre nuit d'insomnie.
Les-portes-du-sud
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Some alleged news about Eternals 2:
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greentrickster · 2 years
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Take the Blue Door
(Archie arrives back in his world, in the water... but on the surface instead on having been swept beneath it. Say one thing for him, he sticks to his brand - he’s always been a good swimmer and he knows his water survival techniques inside and out. Shoes get kicked off, his sharpedo is deployed to help him stay above water. But there’s still Kyogre’s storm to deal with and, while he still has the pokeball that contained it in that other world, he has no idea if it will listen to him now that the pair of them are back in their own world, or if he’ll even be able to make himself heard over the storm-
“WEEZING, USE THUNDERBOLT!”
“CRADILY, GIGA DRAIN!”
He turns around, there’s a boat speeding towards Kyogre, and standing in the bow, pokemon already facing off against Kyogre, are Champion Steven Stone and-
“MAXIE!”
“ARCHIE YOU IDIOT-!!!”
But his old rival drags him onboard (where he discovers the person at the helm is Gym Leader Wallace, water type expert and all), and he’s able to lend his pokemons’ strength in helping subdue Kyogre and capture it in its pokeball once more. Archie then relinquishes Kyogre’s pokeball to Steven. He’s in so much trouble, but at least he and the rest of the world are alive to face it...
“I can’t believe- no, I take it back, I absolutely can believe it, you barnacle-encrusted, salt-for-brains, magikarp-witted-!”
“Hey, Max?”
“What?!?”
“Thanks fer comin’ fer me.” And he just leans on Maxie like he used to, like in the old days when they were on the same team, and his old rival/friend splutters something fierce, but he doesn’t push him away, just huffs and adjusts his posture to better support Archie.
And he’s too tired from what just happened to talk about it right now, but when he’s a bit more rested, he’s going to mention to Maxie that there’s a young man in Sinnoh who’s developing some technology that Maxie might like, him being so into human advancement and ingenuity and all. (Because no scamp should have to end up so lonely and depressed they try and remake the world to make it stop, so Archie’s going to make sure that doesn’t happen.))
Take the Red Door
(Maxie arrives back in his own world at the bottom of the fissure he’d been falling into when he was whisked away to the other world, uninjured. And he might not be as smart as he thinks he is, but he’s still quick on his feet, summoning his crobat to fly him back to the surface and try and stop what he’s started. He reaches it in time to see Archie and his admins sending out their strongest water types to attack Groudon.
“Trust a pirate to always show up uninvited!”
Archie’s shocked enough at Maxie’s appearance that the Magma leader has time to drop down beside him and deploy his own pokemon (because he likes to make an entrance). “Mightyena, use Ice Fang on Groudon!”
“Yer helpin’ us?”
“Let’s just say I’ve had a rearrangement of priorities.”
The four of them subdue Groudon to the point that Maxie is able to properly recapture it. After everyone’s caught their breaths, Archie warily asks what his once-friend plans to do next. And Maxie just turns to him smiles, and announces, “I’m going to take Groudon and run away to Sinnoh.”
“You’re what?!?”
“It’s struck me that, while both of us have good intentions, we’ve also both been inherently flawed in our methods. Perhaps... there is enough of water and land both already in the world, and we simply need to become better in how we care for and make use of it.”
“After this mess? I can agree with that,” Archie scratches his head, “But why Sinnoh?”
“It doesn’t have extradition treaties with Hoenn. And I have reason to believe there’s a young man there with some interesting ideas on how to help change the world for the better, with a preference to clean energy that might just tickle your environmentalist fancy. One who could use a little more... balance in his life.” Maxie turns and smirks at him, “That is if I can interest you and your team accompanying me and mine...”
(Over in Sinnoh there’s a young man with severe undiagnosed depression in the process of starting up his own eco-clean energy company who’s about to get adopted by a pair of fugitives only a few years older than him, who make it their life’s goal to ensure he knows, in success or failure, he’s not alone.))
Take the Grey Door
(Cyrus comes to on Spear Pillar in his original world, the red chains still in his hands, Palkia and Dialga still in the beginning stages of bringing about the new world he’d commanded them to make. And he knows that he could still do it, there’s nothing here to stop him, he could ignore what happened in that other world and bring about one free of the suffering caused by human emotion and spirit...
He looks up at the gods he has literally bound to his will, looks down at his own hands... and lets go of the chains. The strange mass before him that had been becoming the new world vanishes as though it had never been, the world around it snapping back into place. It takes the work of moments for the gods of Time and Space to shake themselves free of their chains and turn on him-
“CYRUS, STOP-!!!”
He turns from the gods bearing down on him to see Cynthia charging up the steps to the Spear Pillar, some others behind her, anger but also fear in her expression.
A little part of him flickers in brief realization that, while the anger is at him... the fear is probably for him.
It’s enough to let him give her a small nod, the tiniest of smiles, before something grabs him from behind, and he’s yanked into darkness.
Cyrus comes to again in Distortion World, with Giratina staring down at him. Which is frankly unexpected, because he’d been under the impression he was about to get smote by divine wrath. He stands, dusts himself off, and looks up at the massive pokemon deity. “Why did you do that?”
Giratina cocks their head at him, then, in a mental voice that’s only mildly mind-numbingly eldritch, replies, “You vanished. Then returned. Then let go. Then awaited judgement. The other one tried, and tried again, and still has yet to repent. You have changed in a moment. And you are not afraid of me.” Giratina leans in and gently nudges Cyrus on the forehead with their nose. “I will calm my siblings’ ire. You are interesting. I will be watching you.”
The ground falls out from beneath Cyrus’s feet, and he lands in a stunned heap in front of a startled Cynthia.
“BOSS!”
And also a very emotional Mars and Saturn, with a slightly more stoic but relieved-looking Jupiter in the background.
“You weren’t really going to leave without us, right Boss?” “Please don’t leave us behind!”
“You’re not still planning to remake the universe, right?” Cynthia adds, fierce but also concerned.
It’s not the welcome back he was expecting (because he wasn’t expecting one), and he ends up blurting out, “No, I’m not. Doing either of those things.” then, without intending to, “...I think I may have depression.”
Cynthia looks relieved even as his admins take this as permission to latch onto Cyrus and give him hugs. “We can get you help with that. If you want.”
And Cyrus remembers the other Cynthia, standing in a doorway looking back at him. “It’s good to see you again. I like our Cyrus, but he’s not you.”
“I think... I do.”)
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diavorchid · 2 years
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Jack Seward, September 22, full on depressed: for here at the end, where the romance of my life is told, ere I go back to take up the thread of my life-work, I say sadly and without hope, "FINIS."
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Jack Seward, September 26:
Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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Luke Kirby as Bell Prescott
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zethd · 7 months
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HAPPY OUTBREAK DAY
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witchy-d · 8 months
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N°26 - 30 jours pour écrire
Dix sept (ans)
Chiffre des doutes
Des cauchemars
Des nuits blanches
De l'angoisse
Du choix
De l'idylle
De la chute
Mais aussi du départ
De la découverte
C'était un autre chaos et une autre renaissance
Encore.
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