Love mark chao film

Bloopers from Three Lives Three Worlds with Mark Chao, Yang Mi, Dilraba Dilmurat, Vengo Gao and Alan Yu February 14, 2017 Anne J I don’t know how many of you guys are keeping up with Eternal Love 三生三世十里桃花 but I’m on episode 26 and the angst is in full blast. Mark Chao is a Taiwanese actor, singer, and model. He graduated from the University of Victoria in Canada. His breakout role came in the 2009 tv show Black & White in which he won Best Leading Actor Award at the 44th Golden Bell Awards and he followed that by winning the Best New Performer award at the 2011 Asian Film Awards for his role in the critically acclaimed movie Monga. Mark Chao, Qi Shu, Wei Zhao Genres Comedy, Drama, International Subtitles None available Audio languages ... You can easily fall in love with each character in this film and find the humanity in compassion on the upside of anger. Love the intertwining story line and the crossing of paths, it wasn't overly romantic but rather heartwarming. ... Three Lives, Three Worlds: Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms <三生三世十里桃花>, also known as Eternal Love, is achieving astounding success throughout the nation.Starring Yang Mi (杨幂) and Mark Chao (趙又廷) in lead roles, the romantic fantasy drama, which is based on the book of the same name, has been topping viewership ratings since it first aired on January 30, and has collected ... Rich businessman Mark (Mark Chao) chances by Beijing vistor Xiaoye (Vicki Zhao) in a hotel elevator, before rebuffing the advances of socialite Zoe (Shu Qi) in one of the luxury rooms. Working in the hotel is Chia's stuttering brother Kuan (Ethan Ruan), who annoys Zoe when he snaps her photo outside the hotel, right before she's picked up by Lu ... Mark Chao joked back, 'Actually, in the beginning, Director complained that I was ugly, then unexpectedly, the longer she looked the better it looked so filming carried on. There was supposed to be a one-month trial, luckily I passed.' 7. The show's most expensive prop is a human. Many scenes required Mark Chao to stay completely still. Mark Chao, Actor: Báng-kah. Mark Chao was born on September 25, 1984 in Taipei, Taiwan. He is an actor, known for Báng-kah (2010), Chronicles of the Ghostly Tribe (2015) and Caught in the Web (2012). He has been married to Yuanyuan Gao since June 5, 2014. They have one child. Love comes in many forms, it shapes our lives in ways we can’t even begin to comprehend. Never was this truth more evident than when eight lonely souls, in search of the one who can make their life complete, find themselves entangled in an ever-evolving story of life and love. Devoted to her family in every way, Yi Jia (Ivy Chen) is the ideal daughter. Again, I felt quite lost and overwhelmed at first. And it was right of the very opening of the show where it most required its viewers to take a huge leap of faith, especially in accepting a very feminine Yang Mi as a man-boy taken under the wings of the god of war Mo Yuan (Mark Chao’s initial role in the film) as his disciple. Directed by Doze Niu. With Qi Shu, Mark Chao, Wei Zhao, Amber Kuo. Eight people try to end their loneliness by searching for that one person to love, who can make their life complete.

Things You Should Know About: The Sorcerer Class

2020.09.25 06:10 CrazyPlato Things You Should Know About: The Sorcerer Class

Hey all,
I'm trying to start a series of articles about different topics in D&D and similar RPGs. Specifically, I want to bring some context to terms that have become really common in these kinds of stories, but it feels like we might not know much about in reality (words like paladin, monk, lock-picking, pirate, barbarian, etc). And while I'm at it, I have a number of thoughts about a lot of these topics which I would bring to my players to shape how they view their characters and the setting they're playing in.
Quick shoutout, but a lot of my inspiration for this stuff comes from Gm Word of the Week. It's a podcast I've been listening to for a few years now, and it's full of insightful stuff like this from Fiddleback. And if you want to branch out from that, one of the collaborators on the early episodes of that podcast is The Angry GM, who writes a lot of articles on the subject of playing D&D. I'll probably get my research from other sources, but I already know that a lot of the stuff I bring up will come from these guys, so I figure I'll go ahead and source them (plus, if you aren't already checking their stuff out, they're pretty great even after several years of content).
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This time, we're going to talk about the sorcerer class, and what they're all about.
The Sorcerer in 5e
The 5e PHB has this to say about sorcerers:
Golden eyes flashing, a human stretches out her hand and unleashes the dragonfire that burns in her veins. As an inferno rages around her foes, leathery wings spread from her back and she takes to the air.
Long hair whipped by a conjured wind, a half-elf spreads his arms wide and throws his head back. Lifting him momentarily off the ground, a wave of magic surges up in him, through him, and out from him in a mighty blast of lightning.
Crouching behind a stalagmite, a halfling points a finger at a charging troglodyte. A blast of fire springs from her finger to strike the creature. She ducks back behind the rock formation with a grin, unaware that her wild magic has turned her skin bright blue.
Sorcerers carry a magical birthright conferred upon them by an exotic bloodline, some otherworldly influence, or exposure to unknown cosmic forces. One can’t study sorcery as one learns a language, any more than one can learn to live a legendary life. No one chooses sorcery; the power chooses the sorcerer.
Raw Magic
Magic is a part of every sorcerer, suffusing body, mind, and spirit with a latent power that waits to be tapped. Some sorcerers wield magic that springs from an ancient bloodline infused with the magic of dragons. Others carry a raw, uncontrolled magic within them, a chaotic storm that manifests in unexpected ways.
The appearance of sorcerous powers is wildly unpredictable. Some draconic bloodlines produce exactly one sorcerer in every generation, but in other lines of descent every individual is a sorcerer. Most of the time, the talents of sorcery appear as apparent flukes. Some sorcerers can’t name the origin of their power, while others trace it to strange events in their own lives. The touch of a demon, the blessing of a dryad at a baby’s birth, or a taste of the water from a mysterious spring might spark the gift of sorcery. So too might the gift of a deity of magic, exposure to the elemental forces of the Inner Planes or the maddening chaos of Limbo, or a glimpse into the inner workings of reality.
Sorcerers have no use for the spellbooks and ancient tomes of magic lore that wizards rely on, nor do they rely on a patron to grant their spells as warlocks do. By learning to harness and channel their own inborn magic, they can discover new and staggering ways to unleash that power.
Unexplained Powers
Sorcerers are rare in the world, and it’s unusual to find a sorcerer who is not involved in the adventuring life in some way. People with magical power seething in their veins soon discover that the power doesn’t like to stay quiet. A sorcerer’s magic wants to be wielded, and it has a tendency to spill out in unpredictable ways if it isn’t called on.
Sorcerers often have obscure or quixotic motivations driving them to adventure. Some seek a greater understanding of the magical force that infuses them, or the answer to the mystery of its origin. Others hope to find a way to get rid of it, or to unleash its full potential. Whatever their goals, sorcerers are every bit as useful to an adventuring party as wizards, making up for a comparative lack of breadth in their magical knowledge with enormous flexibility in using the spells they know.
Mechanically, sorcerers in this edition have the following traits and abilities:
Other Editions of D&D
The sorcerer was first introduced in 3.0 as a core class, and a variant on the wizard class. The sorcerer was explained to be a step away from the Vancian magic system that wizards and magic-user classes had used in previous editions. Like in 5th edition, the sorcerer could spontaneously cast (meaning, cast without preparing at the start of the day) any spell that they knew with the right level spell slot, and they had a limited ability to learn new spells. Level for level, the sorcerer class actually had slightly more spell slots in this edition than the wizard class did. However, aside from the ability to summon a familiar at level 1, the class had no other features, and gained none of the extra magical feats that the wizard did in 3.0. Edition 3.5 did little to change the class, only to update it to the newer edition of the game. Because the sorcerer had a limited number of spells they could learn, it was common for players to pick offensive spells, with a few non-offensive spells to use in specific situations.
Pathfinder sorcerers were similar in concept to 3.5, with the one major change being the addition of Sorcerer Bloodlines (which were similar to the later Sorcerous Origins). Bloodlines gave the sorcerer a list of spells that they automatically learned as they leveled up, a list of bonus feats the sorcerer could acquire at certain levels, and a list of special abilities and traits they acquired as they leveled up. While sorcerers did not have a familiar in this game, they did get the Eschew Materials feat at level one, which allowed them to cast without material components.
Sorcerers were introduced to 4th edition in the Player's Handbook 2, as an arcane striker class. Sorcerers in this edition had a list of spells which were separate from the wizard's, and which focused mainly on offensive attacks. In 4th edition, sorcerers had a Spell Source, which was their version of a Sorcerous Origin. Sorcerers started with two spell sources to choose from, and gained two more in the later Arcane Power supplement: Dragon Magic, Storm Magic, Cosmic Magic, and Wild Magic (this one would become widely associated with the class in 4e, and was known for producing wild and random effects while spellcasting).
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Sorcerers in Historical Context
As we mentioned in the article on the wizard class, the term "sorcerer" was just another generic word that meant "person who could use magic" until fantasy games like D&D established a distinction between the terms. However, if we look at magic-users in folklore and mythology, we can definitely see a difference between figures who use magic with special tools, materials, and techniques, and those who seem to create magical effects naturally from their own willpower. While we mention Merlin as an example of a wizard, he actually could be argued to fit the role of a sorcerer as well: when he uses magic, there are no arcane formulae or pouches of strange substances; he just points his finger and produces the magic from nothing. From ancient Greek mythology, you might also consider the sorceress Circe, from The Odyssey: at one point she turns the men Odysseus travels with into pigs when they visit her island. She doesn't use magic words to make this happen; the magic seems to exist purely as an expression of her will.
Often, there is a perspective on magic-users when they are portrayed in such a way. While a wizardly character in folklore might be a mortal man, dabbling in a science or the arcane arts, a sorcerous character is often accused of been more than human, a demigod or possibly a creature in disguise. Other characters sometimes treat these characters with a mixture of respect and fear, and sometimes the sorcerer is a subject of distrust, as others find it hard to truly believe their motivations.
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References for Sorcerers
Elsa, from the Disney movie Frozen, is a great example of a sorcerer. She is born with magical power, which she has to learn to channel through herself as she grows up. At times, the magic is released in unexpected ways when she's stressed or upset. And the people around her are uncertain of her when they learn of her ability, accusing her of being an outsider to their community.
For another example of a character who is not in control of their magic, you might consider Harry Potter in the first book, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's (Philosopher's) Stone. In the first few chapters, before Harry learns of his wizardly heritage, the book describes moments of strange happenings that stem from Harry's magic: he flies onto the school roof while his cousin is chasing him, and, of course, he accidentally removes the glass on the python exhibit while visiting the zoo with his family. Such growing pains of magic might be relevant to a young sorcerer, who would have had to learn to control their power and accept it as a part of themselves.
Maleficent, both from the original Sleeping Beauty and moreso in the later Maleficent film, is another example of a sorcerous figure who is distrusted by others. While in her case, Maleficent is distinctly non-human, the character is feared for the power she controls, and she carries herself as someone who can bring such power to bear without hesitation.
My personal favorite reference to make for sorcerers is the show The Dragon Prince, which was produce for Netflix. In this fantasy story, magic is commonly seen as something that non-human creatures have, like elves and dragons. These creatures have access to a "school" or "element" of magic, which they channel through themselves naturally. While the protagonist Callum is distinctly human, he does learn to use this magic to a degree over the course of the show. And this is definitely an internal act, that comes from something like an emotional state or an inner connection to the magic.
Plus I love this scene as an example of why sorcerers can't learn magic from a wizard's spellbook. It's just not the same thing to them.
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If you are building a sorcerer character, or if you're a GM with a player rolling a sorcerer, you may want to consider these questions:
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2020.09.24 02:09 JuanRiveara Reddit Chosen Oscars: 1993 Winners

Best Picture
1. Schindler’s List
2. Jurassic Park
3. Dazed and Confused
4. Three Colours: Blue
5. Groundhog Day
5. The Piano
7. The Nightmare Before Christmas
8. The Age of Innocence
9. The Fugitive
10. Philadelphia
Best Director
  1. Steven Spielberg for Schindler’s List
  2. Steven Spielberg for Jurassic Park
  3. Jane Campion for The Piano
  4. Robert Altman for Short Cuts
  5. Jonathan Demme for Philadelphia
Best Lead Actor
1. Liam Neeson as Oskar Schindler in Schindler’s List
2. Tom Hanks as Andrew "Andy" Beckett in Philadelphia
3. Bill Murray as Phil Connors in Groundhog Day
3. David Thewlis as Johnny Fletcher in Naked
5. Daniel Day-Lewis as Gerry Conlon in In the Name of the Father
Best Lead Actress
  1. Holly Hunter as Ada McGrath in The Piano
  2. Juliette Binoche as Julie de Courcy in Three Colours: Blue
  3. Angela Bassett as Tina Turner in What’s Love Got to Do with It
  4. Michelle Pfeiffer as Ellen Olenska in The Age of Innocence
  5. Emma Thompson as Miss Sarah "Sally" Kenton in The Remains of the Day
Best Supporting Actor
  1. Ralph Fiennes as Amon Göth in Schindler’s List
  2. Leonard DiCaprio as Arnie Grape in What’s Eating Gilbert Grape
  3. Ben Kingsley as Itzhak Stern in Schindler’s List
  4. Denzel Washington as Joe Miller in Philadelphia
  5. Tommy Lee Jones as Samuel Gerard in The Fugitive
Best Supporting Actress
1. Anna Paquin as Flora McGrath in The Piano
2. Laura Dern as Dr. Ellie Sattler in Jurassic Park
3. Darlene Cates as Bonnie Grape in What’s Eating Gilbert Grape
3. Winona Ryder as May Welland in The Age of Innocence
5. Emma Thompson as Gareth Pierce in In the Name of the Father
Best Original Screenplay
  1. Groundhog Day
  2. Dazed and Confused
  3. The Piano
  4. Philadelphia
  5. True Romance
Best Adapted Screenplay
  1. Schindler’s List
  2. Jurassic Park
  3. The Age of Innocence
  4. In the Name of the Father
  5. The Remains of the Day
Best Animated Film
  1. The Nightmare Before Christmas
  2. Batman: Mask of the Phantasm
  3. The Thief and the Cobbler
Best Non-English Language Film
  1. Three Colours: Blue
  2. Farewell My Concubine
  3. Cronos
  4. The Wedding Banquet
  5. The Scent of Green Papaya
Best Documentary Film
  1. The War Room
  2. Blue
  3. The Last Bolshevik
  4. It’s All True
  5. Kanehsatake
Best Original Score
  1. Jurassic Park
  2. Schindler’s List
  3. The Piano
  4. The Nightmare Before Christmas
  5. Three Colours: Blue
Best Original Song
  1. "This is Halloween" from The Nightmare Before Christmas
  2. "Streets of Philadelphia" from Philadelphia
  3. "What’s This" from The Nightmare Before Christmas
  4. "Philadelphia" from Philadelphia
  5. "Again" from Poetic Justice
Best Sound
1. Jurassic Park
2. Schindler’s List
3. The Nightmare Before Christmas
3. Three Colours: Blue
5. The Piano
6. The Fugitive
Best Production Design
  1. Schindler’s List
  2. Jurassic Park
  3. The Nightmare Before Christmas
  4. The Age of Innocence
  5. Addams Family Values
Best Cinematography
  1. Schindler’s List
  2. Jurassic Park
  3. Three Colours: Blue
  4. The Piano
  5. Farewell My Concubine
Best Makeup and Hairstyling
1. Mrs. Doubtfire
2. Philadelphia
2. Schindler’s List
4. The Age of Innocence
5. Hocus Pocus
Best Costume Design
  1. Schindler’s List
  2. The Age of Innocence
  3. The Piano
  4. Farewell My Concubine
  5. Orlando
Best Editing
  1. Schindler’s List
  2. Groundhog Day
  3. Jurassic Park
  4. The Fugitive
  5. The Piano
Best Visual Effects
1. Jurassic Park
2. The Nightmare Before Christmas
3. Last Action Hero
4. Cronos
4. Free Willy
Best Voice Acting Performance
  1. Mark Hamill as The Joker in Batman: Mask of the Phantasm
  2. Chris Sarandon and Danny Elfman as Jack Skellington in The Nightmare Before Christmas
  3. Catherine O’Hara as Sally in The Nightmare Before Christmas
  4. Kevin Conroy as Bruce Wayne/Batman in Batman: Mask of the Phantasm
  5. Dana Delany as Andrea Beaumont/The Phantasm in Batman: Mask of the Phantasm
Best Directorial Debut
  1. Henry Selick for The Nightmare Before Christmas
  2. Guillermo del Toro for Cronos
  3. Robert De Niro for A Bronx Tale
  4. Albert Hughes and Allen Hughes for Menace II Society
  5. Steven Zaillian for Searching for Bobby Fisher
Best Ensemble Cast
  1. Schindler’s List
  2. Dazed and Confused
  3. Jurassic Park
  4. Short Cuts
  5. The Joy Luck Club
  6. The Age of Innocence
Best Choreography, Stunts or Dance
  1. Jurassic Park
  2. The Fugitive
  3. Robin Hood: Men in Tights
  4. Last Action Hero
  5. Tombstone
Best Soundtrack
  1. The Nightmare Before Christmas
  2. Dazed and Confused
  3. Philadelphia
  4. What’s Love Got to Do with It
  5. Last Action Hero
Best Non-English Language Performance
  1. Juliette Binoche as Julie de Courcy in Three Colours: Blue
  2. Gong Li as Juxian in Farewell My Concubine
  3. Federico Luppi as Jesús Gris in Cronos
  4. Winston Chao as Wai-Tung Gao in The Wedding Banquet
  5. Leslie Cheung as Xiaodouzi in Farewell My Concubine
Preferential ballot for this year
Full charts for all the categories
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2020.09.24 02:00 JuanRiveara Reddit Chosen Oscars: 1993 Winners

Best Picture
1. Schindler’s List
2. Jurassic Park
3. Dazed and Confused
4. Three Colours: Blue
5. Groundhog Day
5. The Piano
7. The Nightmare Before Christmas
8. The Age of Innocence
9. The Fugitive
10. Philadelphia
Best Director
  1. Steven Spielberg for Schindler’s List
  2. Steven Spielberg for Jurassic Park
  3. Jane Campion for The Piano
  4. Robert Altman for Short Cuts
  5. Jonathan Demme for Philadelphia
Best Lead Actor
1. Liam Neeson as Oskar Schindler in Schindler’s List
2. Tom Hanks as Andrew "Andy" Beckett in Philadelphia
3. Bill Murray as Phil Connors in Groundhog Day
3. David Thewlis as Johnny Fletcher in Naked
5. Daniel Day-Lewis as Gerry Conlon in In the Name of the Father
Best Lead Actress
  1. Holly Hunter as Ada McGrath in The Piano
  2. Juliette Binoche as Julie de Courcy in Three Colours: Blue
  3. Angela Bassett as Tina Turner in What’s Love Got to Do with It
  4. Michelle Pfeiffer as Ellen Olenska in The Age of Innocence
  5. Emma Thompson as Miss Sarah "Sally" Kenton in The Remains of the Day
Best Supporting Actor
  1. Ralph Fiennes as Amon Göth in Schindler’s List
  2. Leonard DiCaprio as Arnie Grape in What’s Eating Gilbert Grape
  3. Ben Kingsley as Itzhak Stern in Schindler’s List
  4. Denzel Washington as Joe Miller in Philadelphia
  5. Tommy Lee Jones as Samuel Gerard in The Fugitive
Best Supporting Actress
1. Anna Paquin as Flora McGrath in The Piano
2. Laura Dern as Dr. Ellie Sattler in Jurassic Park
3. Darlene Cates as Bonnie Grape in What’s Eating Gilbert Grape
3. Winona Ryder as May Welland in The Age of Innocence
5. Emma Thompson as Gareth Pierce in In the Name of the Father
Best Original Screenplay
  1. Groundhog Day
  2. Dazed and Confused
  3. The Piano
  4. Philadelphia
  5. True Romance
Best Adapted Screenplay
  1. Schindler’s List
  2. Jurassic Park
  3. The Age of Innocence
  4. In the Name of the Father
  5. The Remains of the Day
Best Animated Film
  1. The Nightmare Before Christmas
  2. Batman: Mask of the Phantasm
  3. The Thief and the Cobbler
Best Non-English Language Film
  1. Three Colours: Blue
  2. Farewell My Concubine
  3. Cronos
  4. The Wedding Banquet
  5. The Scent of Green Papaya
Best Documentary Film
  1. The War Room
  2. Blue
  3. The Last Bolshevik
  4. It’s All True
  5. Kanehsatake
Best Original Score
  1. Jurassic Park
  2. Schindler’s List
  3. The Piano
  4. The Nightmare Before Christmas
  5. Three Colours: Blue
Best Original Song
  1. "This is Halloween" from The Nightmare Before Christmas
  2. "Streets of Philadelphia" from Philadelphia
  3. "What’s This" from The Nightmare Before Christmas
  4. "Philadelphia" from Philadelphia
  5. "Again" from Poetic Justice
Best Sound
1. Jurassic Park
2. Schindler’s List
3. The Nightmare Before Christmas
3. Three Colours: Blue
5. The Piano
6. The Fugitive
Best Production Design
  1. Schindler’s List
  2. Jurassic Park
  3. The Nightmare Before Christmas
  4. The Age of Innocence
  5. Addams Family Values
Best Cinematography
  1. Schindler’s List
  2. Jurassic Park
  3. Three Colours: Blue
  4. The Piano
  5. Farewell My Concubine
Best Makeup and Hairstyling
1. Mrs. Doubtfire
2. Philadelphia
2. Schindler’s List
4. The Age of Innocence
5. Hocus Pocus
Best Costume Design
  1. Schindler’s List
  2. The Age of Innocence
  3. The Piano
  4. Farewell My Concubine
  5. Orlando
Best Editing
  1. Schindler’s List
  2. Groundhog Day
  3. Jurassic Park
  4. The Fugitive
  5. The Piano
Best Visual Effects
1. Jurassic Park
2. The Nightmare Before Christmas
3. Last Action Hero
4. Cronos
4. Free Willy
Best Voice Acting Performance
  1. Mark Hamill as The Joker in Batman: Mask of the Phantasm
  2. Chris Sarandon and Danny Elfman as Jack Skellington in The Nightmare Before Christmas
  3. Catherine O’Hara as Sally in The Nightmare Before Christmas
  4. Kevin Conroy as Bruce Wayne/Batman in Batman: Mask of the Phantasm
  5. Dana Delany as Andrea Beaumont/The Phantasm in Batman: Mask of the Phantasm
Best Directorial Debut
  1. Henry Selick for The Nightmare Before Christmas
  2. Guillermo del Toro for Cronos
  3. Robert De Niro for A Bronx Tale
  4. Albert Hughes and Allen Hughes for Menace II Society
  5. Steven Zaillian for Searching for Bobby Fisher
Best Ensemble Cast
  1. Schindler’s List
  2. Dazed and Confused
  3. Jurassic Park
  4. Short Cuts
  5. The Joy Luck Club
  6. The Age of Innocence
Best Choreography, Stunts or Dance
  1. Jurassic Park
  2. The Fugitive
  3. Robin Hood: Men in Tights
  4. Last Action Hero
  5. Tombstone
Best Soundtrack
  1. The Nightmare Before Christmas
  2. Dazed and Confused
  3. Philadelphia
  4. What’s Love Got to Do with It
  5. Last Action Hero
Best Non-English Language Performance
  1. Juliette Binoche as Julie de Courcy in Three Colours: Blue
  2. Gong Li as Juxian in Farewell My Concubine
  3. Federico Luppi as Jesús Gris in Cronos
  4. Winston Chao as Wai-Tung Gao in The Wedding Banquet
  5. Leslie Cheung as Xiaodouzi in Farewell My Concubine
Preferential ballot for this year
Full charts for all the categories
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2020.09.19 23:04 Zwolvik Cloverfield/LOST Theory

Hey all,
So this is a little (or not-so-little) theory I came up with after finishing a re-watch of the Cloverfield trilogy and I just wanted to put this out there (hoping the universe will listen and make it real). Hope you enjoy and would love to hear some thoughts on it too. I originally posted this over in the Cloververse subreddit but as it relates heavily to LOST I thought why not post it here too.
This is the SPOILER WARNING for both the Cloverfield trilogy films AND the TV show LOST.
There are several noted easter eggs, themes, and motifs in the Cloververse with direct and/or indirect references to the TV show LOST (Dharma "Pearl" logo, special thanks to the "Hanso Foundation", living in an underground bunker to avoid contamination in questionable circumstances, drowning in a room filled with water whilst one hand is pressed against the window, etc., etc.). I don't want to get too in-depth with these individual nods of appreciation, but rather talk about the idea that maybe the two universes are in fact or can-one-day-be heavily linked and influential to one another officially.
What if the events of LOST are in-fact part of another reality we get to watch, similar to how each of the three films represents alternate/parallel realities to each other?
In LOST we find out that the Swan station was built to harness mysterious electromagnetic energy of limitless potential. Attempting to harness this power can result in wild fluctuations in magnetism, instantaneous relocation through space-time, and bright purple emissions of light as well as other unforeseen disasters. Sounds extremely familiar to the events of The Cloverfield Paradox (TCP). My theory suggests that this limitless power is one and the same type, the only difference being that the source in LOST was a natural deposit (so far as we know) and the source in TCP is man-made.
I believe there is further evidence to suggest that this may be a theory worth considering given the following...
The above points show, I believe, stark and overly coincidental links between the two energy sources between the two franchises. So similar that I would say they are most definitely linked if not connected directly to one another. And this is where I enter the second stage of the theory.
In Lost, Kelvin tells Desmond that by entering the LOST numbers and pushing execute every 108 minutes, he is saving the world. We never truly find out if or how that statement was true and in fact once the station implodes, and the button cannot be pushed, the world does indeed carry on. But what if we couldn't realise the implications of the button until the Cloververse reached TCP's plot points to figure out those reasons.
What if, by pushing the Swan station button every 108 minutes, Desmond was in effect, keeping his reality/universe protected from or locked away from other parallel universes? What if by the implosion of the Swan and the release of the unstable purple light which lit up the sky in LOST's season 2 finale, that lock or protection was broken, which then allows for wildly unpredictable occurrences to happen, caused by events such as those in TCP. It stands to reason that if the two energy sources are so clearly similar and virtually limitless, then perhaps those sources can link together across multiple universes if not all of them (don't forget that the events of TCP cause the station to literally shift to a different universe so it's not so far-reaching a suggestion, in fact, it makes a lot of sense to both franchises established lore).
In short, I believe that some of the events of LOST, in some part describe the efforts made as a preventative measure to protect the integrity and stability of its own universe and repel inter-universal devastation by using the very same energy source which is used in TCP to cause that said devastation.
UPDATE: Since posting this I started thinking about how the Swan station wasn't always on the island, and so what did this mean for my theory and its implications before the arrival of Dharma and the infamous incident, requiring the Swan station to be built in the first place. Well, if anything, it actually helps solidify the original theory...
The island has existed as long as Earth itself for all we know, and during the time pre-Dharma, the energy at the Swan site was always self-contained, naturally. I believe that this energy source, naturally provided a form of universal protection, shielding our own reality from potential disasters. We also know that it is due to the incident at the Swan site and the inadvertent release of the energy source, that the Swan needed to safely discharge the energy build-up manually from this point on, however, in LOST we never really heard why this was needed exactly. An answer that can be found from my theory above. It is to manually perform the same task the island was managing naturally for ages.
In LOST, Jacob discusses an analogy with Richard, comparing the island and its light to a cork in a bottle, containing hell/darkness/evil/chaos and stopping it breaking loose, much in the same way that in TCP, Mark Stambler warns the reporter that tampering with the energy source risks unleashing much of the same sort of chaos.
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2020.09.19 22:59 Zwolvik Cloverfield/LOST Theory

Hey all,
So this is a little (or not-so-little) theory I came up with after finishing a re-watch of the Cloverfield trilogy and I just wanted to put this out there (hoping the universe will listen and make it real). Hope you enjoy and would love to hear some thoughts on it too.
This is the SPOILER WARNING for both the Cloverfield trilogy films AND the TV show LOST.
There are several noted easter eggs, themes, and motifs in the Cloververse with direct and/or indirect references to the TV show LOST (Dharma "Pearl" logo, special thanks to the "Hanso Foundation", living in an underground bunker to avoid contamination in questionable circumstances, drowning in a room filled with water whilst one hand is pressed against the window, etc., etc.). I don't want to get too in-depth with these individual nods of appreciation, but rather talk about the idea that maybe the two universes are in fact or can-one-day-be heavily linked and influential to one another officially.
What if the events of LOST are in-fact part of another reality we get to watch, similar to how each of the three films represents alternate/parallel realities to each other?
In LOST we find out that the Swan station was built to harness mysterious electromagnetic energy of limitless potential. Attempting to harness this power can result in wild fluctuations in magnetism, instantaneous relocation through space-time, and bright purple emissions of light as well as other unforeseen disasters. Sounds extremely familiar to the events of The Cloverfield Paradox (TCP). My theory suggests that this limitless power is one and the same type, the only difference being that the source in LOST was a natural deposit (so far as we know) and the source in TCP is man-made.
I believe there is further evidence to suggest that this may be a theory worth considering given the following...
The above points show, I believe, stark and overly coincidental links between the two energy sources between the two franchises. So similar that I would say they are most definitely linked if not connected directly to one another. And this is where I enter the second stage of the theory.
In Lost, Kelvin tells Desmond that by entering the LOST numbers and pushing execute every 108 minutes, he is saving the world. We never truly find out if or how that statement was true and in fact once the station implodes, and the button cannot be pushed, the world does indeed carry on. But what if we couldn't realise the implications of the button until the Cloververse reached TCP's plot points to figure out those reasons.
What if, by pushing the Swan station button every 108 minutes, Desmond was in effect, keeping his reality/universe protected from or locked away from other parallel universes? What if by the implosion of the Swan and the release of the unstable purple light which lit up the sky in LOST's season 2 finale, that lock or protection was broken, which then allows for wildly unpredictable occurrences to happen, caused by events such as those in TCP. It stands to reason that if the two energy sources are so clearly similar and virtually limitless, then perhaps those sources can link together across multiple universes if not all of them (don't forget that the events of TCP cause the station to literally shift to a different universe so it's not so far-reaching a suggestion, in fact, it makes a lot of sense to both franchises established lore).
In short, I believe that some of the events of LOST, in some part describe the efforts made as a preventative measure to protect the integrity and stability of its own universe and repel inter-universal devastation by using the very same energy source which is used in TCP to cause that said devastation.
UPDATE: Since posting this I started thinking about how the Swan station wasn't always on the island, and so what did this mean for my theory and its implications before the arrival of Dharma and the infamous incident, requiring the Swan station to be built in the first place. Well, if anything, it actually helps solidify the original theory...
The island has existed as long as Earth itself for all we know, and during the time pre-Dharma, the energy at the Swan site was always self-contained, naturally. I believe that this energy source, naturally provided a form of universal protection, shielding our own reality from potential disasters. We also know that it is due to the incident at the Swan site and the inadvertent release of the energy source, that the Swan needed to safely discharge the energy build-up manually from this point on, however, in LOST we never really heard why this was needed exactly. An answer that can be found from my theory above. It is to manually perform the same task the island was managing naturally for ages.
In LOST, Jacob discusses an analogy with Richard, comparing the island and its light to a cork in a bottle, containing hell/darkness/evil/chaos and stopping it breaking loose, much in the same way that in TCP, Mark Stambler warns the reporter that tampering with the energy source risks unleashing much of the same sort of chaos.
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2020.09.15 06:20 TheAndredal Day 106 of "peaceful protests"

Sorry, I worked and fell asleep. Here is my post
Reminder from @MrAndyNgo: #Antifa are anything but anti-fascist
https://twitter.com/DailySignal/status/1305463687629737984?s=19
Does this mean Antifa started the fires???Andy Ngo posts:
BREAKING: Within hours after being released for allegedly starting a brush fire in Portland using a molotov cocktail, Domingo Lopez Jr. allegedly started six more fires along the west side of the I-205 freeway. He's been arrested again. #OregonFires
https://twitter.com/MrAndyNgo/status/1305484463422414848?s=19
The BLM riot last night in Lancaster Pennsylvania was literally the BLM freshman team getting rocked by police all night
Yet still, they commit arson, looting and spew vile rhetoric towards police in the name of BLM over a shooting that was not even police brutality @newsmax
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305522320983969792?s=19
😂 you’re welcome
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305480406054113283?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: BLM Rioters and virtue signaling white people were at each others necks last night
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305457719386746880?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: BLM Rioters and virtue signaling white people were at each others necks last night
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305457719386746880?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: Last night the dis unity amongst BLM Rioters was clearly evident
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305455975579693060?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: Last night BLM protesters were spewing vile homophobic and women degrading rhetoric towards police
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305451389607440384?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: Police have cleared the intersection of rioters and the fire department has put out the BLM fire
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305404353428238336?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: BLM Rioters end their night with some arson
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305398569646665729?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: Arsonists have now begun to light fires in the middle of the intersection in front of the police station
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305396758479097856?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: Police have made quick work of the rioters barricade and completely run it over then deploy more tear gas to clear the intersection
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305395509746716672?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: Rioters have begun to make barricades in front of the police station
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305394411552083969?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: After rioters began throwing bricks and breaking windows of the police station
Police deploy tear gas and rubber bullets again to clear the street and intersection in front of the police station
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305381850479767552?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: Rioters have begun to throw bricks breaking windows of the police station
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305379235465437184?s=19
FUNNIEST video of the week:
PENNSYLVANIA: Rioter gets shot in his testicles by a rubber bullet
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305377036974862336?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: After multiple warnings to disperse, two rounds of tear gas deployments, and rubber bullets used
Police then deploy the 3rd round of tear gas to clear the police station ramp of rioters
Many rioters can be seen yelping in displeasure
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305376072419160064?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: After multiple warnings and deployments of tear gas to clear the police station ramp, rioters refuse
Police then begin to use rubber billets on rioters
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305374284500606976?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: After the first round of tear gas deployed, protesters then regrouped on the police station ramp for another around
Police then open up the 2nd round of tear gas
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305373770882912256?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: After protesters were warned to get off the police station ramp and declared an unlawful assembly
Police then open up the first round of tear gas
Protesters then begin to continue to throw projectiles at police
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305372439938031617?s=19
Tonight in Lancaster, protesters are calling out police to a skirmish
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305369125481570305?s=19
BLM EXPOSED: Clearly BLM in Rochester NY is using their demonstrations to stage a photo op
It appears this is all for multi generational clout
You can also hear an activist say: “20 years from now ya’ll children gunna be brown”
https://twitter.com/livesmattershow/status/1305194940155133953?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: police fire more gas at BLM protesters marching on the precinct
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305365515788005376?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: police use CS gas, stun grenades, mace, and rubber billets to clear BLM protesters who attempted to occupy the police precinct back lot
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305367073670017024?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: black bloc Antifa destroy the windows and body of a Lancaster detective’s car using a bricks
Black lives matter protesters join in and call to light the car on fire
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305377398121213952?s=19
BREAKING: Antifa has begun breaking the windows of the Lancaster police precinct
Officers are responding with non lethal rounds and are now in the streets
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305379189344927746?s=19
BREAKING: BLM and Antifa start a dumpster fire at their barricade outside the Lancaster police precinct in Pennsylvania
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305393243450941440?s=19
BREAKING: looting has started in Lancaster at Villa athletic store approximately 1 hour 50 minutes ago according to the shop owner
Groups of rioters are roaming the city breaking windows and stealing merchandise
It was too dangerous to follow them since there are no police
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305399075676844032?s=19
BREAKING: after partially destroying a police vehicle, black bloc Antifa attempts to light it on fire in Lancaster at a BLM protest
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305377689004658689?s=19
BREAKING: cops are driving around, jumping out, running full speed at rioters and arresting them using marked vans
Here 4 people were arrested
The cops said they were targeting specific individuals who they ID’d committed crimes throughout the night
Video below shows more
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305403004120686592?s=19
Remember that the fake Antifa press are a dangerous threat to our first amendment
& routinely try to get me jumped & killed for telling the full story that they’re trying to hide
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305480908934389760?s=19
Forbes says our coverage of the riots last night might sway the Pennsylvania election in favor of Trump
If Biden doesn’t respond properly. That’s why they hate us: our honest reporting is actually swaying public opinion and influencing the election
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305477390655803392?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: just like Portland, Antifa copycats use the same methods to resist police in almost every city now
They create barricades, use shields, bring umbrellas, batons, and take advantage of the chaos to vandalize public and private property
Antifa are a national group
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305463007783391232?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: an unsuspecting rioter who was arrested in a flash offensive by police
Realized I was filming “them” through the window and lowered their head in shame to conceal their identity
These kids were not organized rioters, they didn’t expect consequences & were confused
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305461757557833730?s=19
“If you shoot him I’ll shoot you b*tch” a BLM rioter yells at police
As a man not affiliated with the riots tries to pass through the conflict zone
Funny thing is, the man walking was actually putting the blame on the rioters for throwing rocks & this endangering his safety
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305459214555516931?s=19
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305459472660336641?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: there were multiple armed individuals in camouflage w/ American flags as identifiers offering tactical to support to Lancaster police
I’m not sure who they were, but they were not messing around. There presence often made rioters flee
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305447479006171142?s=19
LANCASTER: BLM and Antifa are destroying shop windows and destroying planters
They keep asking each other out loud when they are going to start breaking stuff and looting stores in Pennsylvania
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305397106060992512?s=19
BREAKING: arsonists are lighting fires in the streets in Lancaster and adding public trash bags as fuel at the BLM ✊🏿 riot
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305393886978887682?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: Antifa and BLM refuse to vacate the streets during an unlawful assembly and begin building a barrier in an intersection in Lancaster
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305387897135206402?s=19
A homeless man chokes on CS gas as he tries to sleep near the police station
Really sad to see the disdain rioters have for the homeless just trying to live
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305382492678094850?s=19
BREAKING: officers quickly move to secure a detective vehicle that Antifa destroyed in order to secure the weapons locked inside
The swift action shows how much of a threat they thought it would be if BLM rioters obtained the firearms
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305380921386971136?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: you can see how many projectiles, including water bottles, rocks and brick fragments were thrown at Lancaster police who were clearing the precinct ramp
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305370640153706497?s=19
PENNSYLVANIA: “let’s shoot them n*gga” a BLM protester yells regarding the Lancaster police
After a fellow protester is seriously injured by taking a rubber bullet directly to the head
He is rushed away by medics. Current condition unknown
https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffestatus/1305367735535370241?s=19
Looks like @CashApp has pulled the account of one of the adhoc antifa groups in Portland. CashApp will have to be very vigilant because antifa open new accounts left & right, & they know how to evade detection (which they are discussing now). @venmo & @gofundme need to step up.
https://twitter.com/MrAndyNgo/status/1305309427252125698?s=19
In addition to buying supplies to make hundreds of riot gear, some of which have been used to assault cops as I’ve documented in my reporting from court documents, the antifa group purchased a bus. cc: @CashApp/@venmo #PortlandRiots
https://twitter.com/MrAndyNgo/status/1305310782033285121?s=19

Antifa groups in Portland are trying to win hearts & minds through “charity.” Notice how even their food labeling has been modified to include propaganda. The goal is to brainwash. They raise a lot of money for this stuff through @CashApp & @venmo. #PortlandRiots

https://twitter.com/MrAndyNgo/status/1305307685806505985?s=19
Portland paper @wweek is publishing a story about riot arrestees who are upset I post public records. This is my full emailed response to the reporter.
If city officials like @JoAnnPDX are right that white supremacists are rioting in Portland, then we should know who they are.
https://twitter.com/MrAndyNgo/status/1305262759207084033?s=19

BLM activists occupied a @traderjoes in Seattle, claiming to be protesting "lack of access to grocery stores." I still remember how a few years ago, race activists got a Trader Joes project canceled in Portland claiming it was evidence of gentrification.

https://twitter.com/MrAndyNgo/status/1305225114804301824?s=19
This is an ongoing thread documenting Africa Town Coalition and their possible connections to BLM
https://twitter.com/KittyLists/status/1305306711205445632?s=19
Members of Africa Town Coalition protesting yesterday, talking about "attacking back" and the "elite" receiving consequences for their actions
https://twitter.com/KittyLists/status/1305431272634765313?s=19
https://twitter.com/KittyLists/status/1305394105178972160?s=19
HAPPENING NOW: Phoenix police on scene of officer-involved shooting near 29th Avenue and Northern. Two suspects suffered serious injuries, no officers hurt, police say: #abc15 #BREAKING
https://twitter.com/abc15/status/1305366540942942210?s=19
BLM earlier at Aurora Council Member Francoise Michelle Bergan's house. (potato video) #BLMTerrorists 1/
https://twitter.com/KittyLists/status/1305371246528323585?s=19
'Visceral connection:' Social media streamers capture Kenosha chaos, crime as it unfolds
https://www.fox6now.com/news/visceral-connection-social-media-streamers-capture-kenosha-chaos-crime-as-it-unfolds
PRESIDENT TRUMP: "If you murder a police officer, you should receive the death penalty."
https://twitter.com/Breaking911/status/1305352193764196352?s=19
This is the nonsense @WGAL wants to air.
A guy stabbed four people including a child and charged at police with a knife. But they let idiots like this try to spin a yarn.
https://twitter.com/thelancpatriot/status/1305348213004795905?s=19
Article:
Lancaster Police Release Body Camera Footage of Suspect With Knife Lunging at Police Prior to Shooting (VIDEO)
https://twitter.com/CassandraRules/status/1305347413201346560?s=19
Peaceful:
Group praying in front of the St.Francis Medical Center in #Lynwood for the two LA County deputies that were shot yesterday
https://twitter.com/VenturaReport/status/1305344457613615112?s=19
Police officers in front of St.Francis Medical Center gather to listen to prayer group #Lynwood
https://twitter.com/VenturaReport/status/1305345572954464256?s=19
St Louis:
https://twitter.com/selfdeclaredref/status/1305341987462225920?s=19
I love how this journalist is trying to make this about her.
I mean two police officers were ambushed but let's talk about you sweetie.
https://twitter.com/selfdeclaredref/status/1305342334335356933?s=19
Organizers are putting white allies in front telling them they are the front line defending POC.
https://twitter.com/thelancpatriot/status/1305340631309602816?s=19
Any forthcoming violence in Lancaster is premeditated. Rioters are clearing the area of minors.
Video: “This Is Not A Protest” Rioters Warn Parents With Children To Leave Before Violence Begins
https://twitter.com/TweetBrettMac/status/1305318706608824322?s=19
I can't post the video of the guy with the knife trying to kill police officers. It is on twitter if you want to see it
“We need to start looking at the mental health of police officers under this siege” Sheriff David Clarke of Wisconsin speaking at the pro-police rally in Madison, Indiana today #BackTheBlue #PoliceLivesMatter #ThinBlueLine
https://twitter.com/BGOnTheScene/status/1305299215418118145?s=19
Sheriff Clarke closes his remarks with a call to “push back against this evil in America that is known as Black Lives Matter and Antifa” and be ready for action #Trump2020 #BackTheBlue
https://twitter.com/BGOnTheScene/status/1305301600869797889?s=19
Some urge caution, others want violence.
https://twitter.com/thelancpatriot/status/1305331128761495552?s=19
Last night in Rochester, BlazeTV reporter @ElijahSchaffer was chased and harassed by individuals identifying as press at the protest. Caught some of this when they came near me, right before police pushed forward due to the commotion #RochesterProtests #Rochester
https://twitter.com/BGOnTheScene/status/1305307912689061889?s=19
Woman sings "Amazing Grace" in front St. Francis Medical Center in #Lynwood. Praying groups arrives to support the 2 LA County deputies that were shot yesterday who are set to survive and are recovering from surgery currently
https://twitter.com/VenturaReport/status/1305328077853974528?s=19
LA:
https://twitter.com/selfdeclaredref/status/1305218298397757440?s=19
Michigan:
https://twitter.com/selfdeclaredref/status/1305248836131188737?s=19
Seattle:
https://twitter.com/selfdeclaredref/status/1302788568243417089?s=19
Portland and Chicago videos:
https://twitter.com/selfdeclaredref/status/1284711745550942210?s=19
Video from William "Billion Godsun" Campbell's YT titled "* * * HANDS OFF DR ABDULLAH * * * BROTHA VISION" August 18th "Our leader, our mentor...She's our mother, she's our sister, she's our comrade" Video link:
https://twitter.com/KittyLists/status/1305294145418702848?s=19
Massive Lancaster thread:
https://twitter.com/LizJone26271417/status/1305274881072742400?s=19
LA thread:
https://twitter.com/LizJone26271417/status/1305170016262709249?s=19
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2020.09.12 09:34 Highcedelic This essay came out of starting a simple reply comment (DISCUSSION OF PERSONAL CONCEPTS OF GOD AND PHILISOPHICAL QUESTIONS TO PONDER) LONG.

Yeah I mean everyone's reactions to things are subjective we just base our baseline effects on the most reported common experiences and feelings. Like I can go to sleep on moderate doses of LSD and really the only part of any "come down" I go thru on any psychs/empaths is that I'm not feeling the peak anymore and wish I was lol just a missing of a feeling I KNOW to be temporary, like life itself where you wanna carry your past like it's who you are, instead of recognizingnits what made you and the only moment that ever exists or matters in your life experience is the now and trusting you're following the right path by following your heart in the choices you make is what helps make someone who used to be chemically dependent and addicted to shooting heroin and cocaine into a person with something I'd never had, confidence.
(I stopped identifying as sober or telling people how long I've been clean unless they really wanna know because it's NOT an identity. It's a trait that defines your inability to deal with self control and conveniently frees you of blame that's just a fact imho and good on you if the program helps you. Ill.mever judge or try to persuade anyone that their belief systems are flat out wrong or philisophically stupid in life. Like as long as you're not causing direct harm to another individual, do whatever you want, free will is here for a reason (whether it's real.or not doesn't ultimately matter with the right understanding of knowing only you can control your mental state, and were not SUPPOSED to judge what the baseline normal for that is, so most "insane" people are just totally regular in my book, they are experiencing the entirety of reality in different ways than biologically intended (another question to raise there what is the ultimately considered "standard reality" . That being said, I think aa/na have a lot of very.positive things, it's just seems a majority of people cant seem to move past the fact of they used to do drugs and now that they dont there's only room to grow as a person or figure out the actual drug played no part in shitting on your life, it's how you use it and every decision you make is as important as anything will ever be. The mere existence of matter in space time let alone life, sentient life, and intelligent life that rapidly evolves and grows is an INSANE miracle that a journey to god(or deep understanding of quantum mechanics) is a wondrous icing on the cake for. The more I rebelled against the idea of a divine will path or plane, name it idgaf, the more I just was crushed with knowledge experiences and understanding of certain mathematics and their application to nature and the key to simulating physics and the electromagnetic world just drives you to this weird revelation that just seems to hammer the idea/concept of a higher power or being existing and that the feeling of truly, and I mean this sincerely, sitting down and trying to "feel god" or bring about the feeling of EVERYTHING wonderous or terrible and sitting alone and concentrating on the feelings and lucidly try to overlay all the beautiful and awful memories you have together until it's all just one feeling, and that feeling, by god, Is otherworldly and profoundly beautiful. I've cried my eyes out in joy multiple times explaining this and the first time I did it cemented my happiness of having a bit fucking part at all in life and the experiment of truly living, past thoughts of mortality, reasonably moral code (again all subjective. The biggest shitbag on earth could technically die a happy death and return to home, heaven, the center etc if his own soul believes truly that they lived a good, fulfilling, enjoyable life. I find it truly conflicting n3cauase this means to me a hugely important system in life is the part before death and the mindset preceding it. It's fucked up that we can't or don't usually talk to dying people sincerely about the subject, which seems Like a gigantic help in people coming to the end of mortality. I.have a 90 year old gma that if she doesnt get sick, natural causes would do their work in a decade or so, if being extremely hopeful. And I seem to be the only one who understands how shes feeling and acknowledge the selfishness, fear and desperation of trying to leep her at like one of our houses or just not leaving her alone, to peacefully tend to her garden and live the rest of her life without the projected dread of death from everyone else. She knows she's going home and i think it breaks her heart but fills it with so much compassion because she loves her living family to death, but is a widow who never remarried (cancer) and a son that died at 7 of leukemia that she will tell the story to this day of watching him die and the light leave his eyes after telling her he could "see dad" and not to worry cause they'll meet again soon and that he'll always live inside memories shared of him. Like he had professed profound truths to my grandma, who, after 80 years of being sharper than most 40/50year olds, the last 10 years have.marked a noticable decline in her mental ability, like her sense of time and context is slipping, with signs off early dementia. Shes not stupid so why try to keep her alive as something she's not. If she wants to go quietly in her house where shes lived the majority of her life and has painted it with her soul. It just emits auras of protection and care almost like no other place in my head, then for fucks sake let her go on her own terms and find out how she's FEELING, without fear of talking about death. Grieving would be.a celebratory ritual of one's lost life if people approached death correctly (but not my job to preach. I put my crazy ideas out here and just hope someone thinks it all makes as much sense as I do, or stimulates them to seek profound truths and knowledge and improve the spiritual life is one of the most rewarding feelings and I do it because knowing that someone else out there is asking questions or pondering why or what got us here, and knowing you incited that spark, is the most joyous feeling that comes from a place of pure selflessness. I reap no rewards, I don't force views or try to change others, just make them sometimes question the things they're told. I try to incite the fire that lights the fuse that blows your soul right out of existential prisons and pain. Truly believing everything is perfect and running with that minds3t will keep you.so much more "happy" and "sane" because belief in the idea alone gives us what we strive for in life, to know our purpose and pursue it. I'm convinced I'm here to spread knowledge, laughter, conversation and truly give legitimate love outward to anyone, ANYONE I meet. Not one thing is anyone's identity. We assign identities to others unrifjtfully So in that the labels we give them inherently.come with judgement, which like I mentioned, is upnto.your unfiltered and more real subconscious and hyperconscious you that we call our soul or whatever to judge at our death. We are our harshest critics and no one is safe from their own judgement, so embrace your personality and find your duty in life and do it without a second thought, never expecting the good that may come or spring from your actions. So part of making a conscious decision to stay away from certain chemicals or needles doesn't mean I think they're not amazing or feel subjectively amazing. Altering my own conscious is a right everyone should have and it's insulting that a government and elite fucks would rather instill a stigma and hierarchy of INERT POWDECRYSTALS/PLANTS, that your body subjectively reacts to, manifesting it's own natural duty in it's effects on your body. You can learn something from coming down from almost any state of altered consciousness, including opiate induced nods which can kind of get a little psychedelic in it's own way more on like a deleriant sided trip, with complete internal.hallucnatory state's that resemble waking/lucid dreaming. The way your body reacts to any substance is something you LEARN from and knowledge of things too true to explain and working on getting rid of this notion in my head that id seem like a fanatic hippie to people if I openly expressed what I KNOW a lot of you feel about love and death and experiencing life and to me it's like a real tragedy that the epitome of what it's like to.be good for goods sake, to try to be like Christ (not Christian myself but find the bible and abrahamic religions very very fascinating, as it seems they have become the most distorted in their original core principles and values because of the decline of memory and the fact that the original scripture ended up being WRITTEN and not orally passed down, which would probably result in what is probably an entirely alien interpretation and butchering of the original stories and allegories and principles in the early and still prosisting sects of Judaism and Christianity. Language is a barrier on it's own in terms of communicating through speech, as it takes very precise analysis of your thoughts and which words you choose and when and how one word in the most perfect speech can entirely RUIN the intention, which is what I feel ultimately matters. Once we can skip the middleman and talk straight with private language, as it's known, words will have no meaning, you would be able to feel know without a doubt someone's intentions or how they are really trying to express themselves (why I think art is co-most important thing in life besides love/connection/unity), because when done right your intentions are felt like hot iron against the skin and the meaning can be interpreted all day, but the feelings and intention of any piece ultimately reflect the subjective world view of another person, which leads you to the most important (or one of em) human traits, empathy. Having empathy can be seen as a curse but it's a great heavenly gift that we are able to GRASP the life experience of another individual and really, really understansnwhere someone comes from. I got this idea of your family and how some of the strongest art has some from people trying to live in the shoes of someone who raised them or loved them..jodorowsky in the dance of reality/endless poetry shows this concept almost too well. He has his son play his own father in the put-through-a-spiritual-mans take on his.own life and family, and what comes across is a passion and scenes/art that transcend the genre or even medium into a full on look at human psyche. Honey Boy was a great film that uses that idea and imo captures the feeling of someone really KNOWING someone to their soul and little quirks and why they are the way they are and in movies or art like that, it's almost the most human thing you can watch and has a genuine feel/vibe about it that is hard to articulate. Anyways, Yeah, Tl;Dr boils down to obvoous statements that everything matters and is existing perfectly, or it would cease. Empathy is almost as important if not as important as love in tje physical human plane. Art transcends language and is the most wonderful endeavor to see from any person who does it for sake of expression and not another tool in capitalism and nationalism. Or do pieces that illustrate exactly that, the core tenets of capitalism, made into art and sold and as the ironic transaction takes place you draw the eyes on the people who you can tell think they can "win" the American dream from a set of rules. There are no real rules. Having U.S. cash currency technically places you in debt to the central bank, as they own it all and can call in their debt with interest at any second. So, in all technicalities whoever has the most American currency when shit get a awry and the tycoons in charge want their useless.paper money that isn't even exchangable for it's immediate value in gold anymore, as the USA stole all it's citizens gold, ya know, for their own good. And now no one can go see It or know it even is still there. Our money is based on a heavy plate of denial that it's literally devoid of real value, we just collectively decide that it's in charge and is the end all be all of what drives this and many other countries into a.country full of mental health issues and widespread dispair. Like, technically the richest man in terms of who has the most us dollars is actually technically the most in debt. Our economocnstructure is a ticking time bomb just waiting to fold in on itself and collapse over the sheer amount of sense it doesn't make and the insane lies it's all built around. Money is a tool used by the wicked and a necessity for the hungry that have fallen into the trap the wicked have paid to install in the structure of this country. After all, the US was built on genocide, stealing land or claiming it at all. Whoever the first soldier to.gather a militia and start a conflict with another tribe and lay claim to land as a part of something you own in history was is responsible for the atrocity that is war profiteering today. War isn't necessary today by any means, but we make itnao because the economy is more important to the highest powers in charge than human life. Capitalism teaches people to view other people as investments and that mentality sickens me.and makes me sad as all hell when I see it, especially from someone i love. Like I love my mom to death and she's a nondenomimation church going Christian and I've always respected her faith and actually admire it, because what she's done and the situations she's pulled her children out of make me see her as so so blessed and watched over by something, because she's been the source of what i consider real miracles she saved my brothers life when he was OD ing once and just cause she had the urge to go upstairanand check on him randomly in the middle of the night, even saying at first she just peaked her head in but then got weird feeling and went back in and got paramedics to the house literally as he stopped.breathing. I saw my little brother dead for over a minute before they resucitated him and hit him with multiple narcan shoots. They told her if she hadn't called when she did he would have been for sure dead. She had some sense of the off at the most important of times. And her undying love for setting her children's safety first is insanely genuine and so heartfelt that you just feel the spiritual shield she was given and what brings me back to.the tragic point is she's got some.pretty evident signs of OCD or at least OCD like behaviors and actions that manifest in her always cleaning the house constantly and constamtly rearranging rooms now and I just remember one day in my room I dropped a drink on my foot and it spilled on the wood floor and put a towel.on it to finish the drying, and she flips.when she comes in, talking really fast to herself.and kind of directed at me that leaving a towel covering the wet spot or spill will damage the floors and then started going.off on what that would do to the value of our home and I had hurt my foot dropping the drink and it was evident she didn't even notice or.ask if I was ok. And like I was realizing how much of her like stability in life is leaning on the debate over our home. Having more value in it than it did and that it stays worth the MONEY. Like I felt like if that one stain got someone to.convince her our home wasn't worth anything anymore she would have broken down and tonsee the grips and depth money sinks into and grabs a hold of people with, it's sad to see a devoted Chrsitian who actually tries to interpret the bible.persomally, learning spiritual.lessons on your own, as i believe you should, at the very least try to do if it's a book your gonna base your entire faith on. And like seeing the hypocrisy of a strong Christian so encompassed in materialism and the opposite of what the takeaway of the messages it's supposed to be. Like Jesus was a.mysterious dude who thought poor people and the weak, people strong in internal spirit, were the richest of all and we completely fucked up the kingdom of heaven that earth is at its heart by bastardizing the stories told of him and persuading people, so well i might add, that you can basically buy your way to heaven. The church was like a fucking monument of.jeresy to Jesus.. spiritual places were reaping profits and capitalizing on the moral compass of masses, fitting their ideals to their constructed narrative of christ, for who all we know is a mushroom in a series of rites and rituals coded in the bible and resulted in a basic.giant misunderstanding when written the fuck down by people who weren't there or heard about events secondhand. The origomal.sect of (Christian?) Essenes had strong esoteric knowledge of the working of the entire cosmos and believed you could attain a state of spiritual "nirvana" or "enlightenment" that would let you free yourself from your bodily prison and become a.ligjtbody, a luminous being. A star shining in the worls.to keep the light there. Surely though, it seems.noble pursuits are stomped down through history repeatedly by tyranny of foolish, material oriented imperialists conquerors fascists and dictators. Any "leader" in this free world happens to usually personify the exact opposite of qualities you want in one, if one was even necessary, mayne someone to guide, but not let.themseves wear the identity of a modern leader. It takes being a megalomaniac narcissist to have the idea pop into your head at all that you, a human no.better than the rest, could successfully think through the worlds problems and fix them. The idea is rotten. The world needs to behave like what it actually is, a species of human that share the same big questions at the end of the day as most. Why are we here? Who putnus here? Were we always here? How much of history is based on guesses and second or third.hand accounts. In this life, the most important objectives in life imo are to keep seeking answers to "why am I here" and the minute you can start figuring it out or know the answer innately, your path in life is set, you just gotta walk it and things will unfold in a quite magical journey of life. From being too young to walk around, talk, understand language and live in your.own head of imagination, the circle completes as old age creeps in and the same symptoms begin to resurface. You start to forget your loved ones alive, but instead see the ones you thought had passed all around you in the faces you mistake in your own family. All that you've really got left is feeling, emotion and going back to that magic world of imagination, except that when you reach the end of the circle, the child's imagination takes over, but with the full range of new things your soul learned in this life. You die and I can't say for sure that NO.ONE knows what actually happens when you die, but even if you don't believe in God or.an afterlife where you keep your ego, that science, which is imo a lot of the time just as magical as the idea of magic, has basically proven that your life force can never die.. The law of conservation and destruction of energy completely cements the idea that thoughts live.on without the body, as there is still no consensus to where consciousness originates or even what it REALLY is, it's fact that thoughts and your inner monologue is a constant energy field, interpreting data with it's quantum meat body. So therefore, that energy will always exist. It's perfectly reasonable to believe you're just reliving one big memory where you get amnesia every time your born, but still get the sense and intuition on when a decision you're making is.important or different than ones you've made in the past. Since everything is happening at the same time, all at once, in one moment, and that time is the illusion that animates our world. Most can only handle living one life conscioualy at a time, experiencing right now, when you've already lived as every other human being that exists. It's a constant lottery of where your luck puts you in the magnificent, dualism filled painting of a universe that's already dead.
We are remnants of morjingness and the essence of being.
You die the moment you come.into this world, it just takes a life for a lot to realize how perfect of a circle we've been lucky enough to have been placed in as this is all the result ofnsome power above or below or left or right who created it, it doesn't matter how or why, that's not important. What's important is rembering and practicinf being your own hero, embodying the ideals you give out freely and doing your dharmic duty with complete sincerely and love for your existence and being. The people who start young believing existinf is a curse and not knowing all the unknowns is like desolate and more "proof" that "god is dead" are the people who seem to have some of.the most profound revelations upon coming to understand god, God, the LORD, whatever the fuck you wanna call "it" (gods.not a person in my world, turning him.into one helped greatly dilute truths that are more profound and meaningful than a mere (kind of the wrong word, out brains are amazing technology and insanely interesting, as our whole reality actually takes place inside of it) human mind could comprehend (says a lot about the intellegence and omnipotence of a power considered godly) Omnipotence would overload the human brain cause its basically literally what dying is to us. We have to die (the ego at least) to know.what omnipotence FEELS like and, god, does it feel like the safest place ever imagined and full of warmth and love, if you let go. I'd imagine concepts.of heaven and hell originate from the process of near death experiences and the way your.death.and the way it feels will impact.your transition (which will either be heaven or.hell, as youll.be in a place.where time stops/is non existent and you end up.stuck in the following dmt trip that floods your brain, leaving you stuck for what deels.lile.eternity, because it tech is, but you can be punished for eternity then live a good life when you pass through the bardos to your next life, making the concept of heaven and hell reduced to the idea of a heavenly.and euphoric death trip or a misery filled one called hell if you fucking happen to die in a shitty state of mind or while feeling insecure or unsure about how you've been living or lived. And this little judgement state is what gives.meaning to having a moral compass you're confident in and doing good things in life. You.may live again.and again, with no real memory of past or simultaneous lives, but that judgement feels like eternity and is. It's just that another version of it/piece of it/perfectly alike version gets reborn on the other side every time, giving you a chance to live a life where you feel you've done right, getting to a point of always dying happy, a moment of bliss that with practice through lives, can stretch over and mend any eternities of suffering, as the revelation to shine light on any darkness and to be able.to.find the humor or good in anything and any person you've lived as as you feel true unity. There is no you anymore, everyone who ever was, will be and is is you and the better you get to yourself, the better the world around us gets. If the ultimate goal is salvation and true enlightenment through the conceptualization of nothing meaning everything to everything being nothing and GRASP true duality. That everything is one and the strongest thing is love. Even hate is, in my eyes, such a compassionate form of love. If you have the time to.take out of yoirbday to put into actively hating someone, it shows care beyond bounds for that person in ways you don't even understand, because that hate is rooted in beliefs that that person could have been a nicer or just more compatible soul and what should be a sad feeling is projected.as.one of the strongest emotions and strongest version of what we deem to be love. If you didnt have an inherent subconscious love towards individual hate is being projected on, for what reason do you have to go out of your way to feel fucking anger of all things towards how a person turns out because it's all pretty predetermined by any path and the stimuli that accompany that path. That energy of such strong negative feeling is rooted in a deep deep love of/for humanity that some people don't realize they have, so it.comes boiling over as hate and anger, either cause subconsciously you are a loving person who knows there soul could have been given a better path and it's tragic to you that any person could end up in a position to be Hated and what that person was subjected to to make them that way. Always be ready to forgive, sincerely, and love, sincerely, anyone you meet and you're guaranteed to live at.the very least a.very spiritually rich life. And as hard as those two things can be sometimes, coming to understand and really practice those two things, it brings you fruit youd never thought could be so sweet. The feeling of sparking a quest for knowledge or truth in people,.and learning to.be open to others ideas of the working of the universe, just so you can see things through their lens and can trully relate to where they came from or some little snippet of life advicemrings truer than any bell you've ever heard in a goddamn church, no matter how big or small, you've had a meaningful existence. Because that change or.spark of knowledge you lit up, will baptize everyone around it in fire, as good old Christ says and your impact will be bigger than you ever dreamed. The biggest key is to not worry if things WILL BE ok or WERE great/awful, all that exists.at any moment in your head is now, everything else a soupy mashup of.memories and dreams, coexisting before they ever came into your head. Yet never physically ever existing. If the present tense is an illusion itself, all your memories have already been seen, lived, but not birthed yet all at once and anything you can imagine will and has happened (just not now, but it existed somewhere else before it entered your head, so it must also either exist beyond thought, in a collection of atoms somewhere waiting fornthe right entanglement.) Nothing matters, because it all matters as such that beauty chaos violence and coded script are all the same. There's different sides to everything, but it's all the same.shape objectively, without your ego making it an object of fantasy, becauase life is exactly that, a weird beautiful violent chaotic mean nasty kind and loving fantasy.
Tl;Dr foreal: rant about how everything is perspective, to put it in basic ass simple terms that undermine the words in very carefuly and articulately tried to pick to be concise in a note of message that never truly ends because this.conversation will plague and feed us til we die.and truly live, I pride on this fully descriptive depiction in the form of an essay I basically speed wrote
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2020.09.10 01:03 Grotesquette Episode 3, "The Broadway Ball" [POLL]

The queens trickle back into the werk room. The somber atmosphere is apparent, as the girls deal with the first elimination.
“God, this fucking blows…” Swish murmurs as she trudges towards the mirror. The queens gather around the mirror to read u/FreeWill310’s final message. “ You haven’t seen the last of this bitch. 💋 ”
“I feel like that message might mean something…” Pedro murmurs, scratching her head.
BQ rolls her eyes. “I doubt it. Who the fuck wants to put up with her for more a whole other season?”
“I DO!!!” Swish screams. BQ turns towards the loud shriek only to be greeted by Swish’s face, adorned by piercing red eyes and streaming tears running over blotchy red cheeks.
“Oh my God…” BQ whispers in disgust.
“I miss Free so fucking much. She and I are so close back home. Why her?! Out of everyone, why did it have to her?!”
Swish collapses to her knees and starts sobbing. Micro and Shasha try to console her to no avail.
“I’m so sorry Swish.” Micro sighs sadly. “It may not be fair, but you need to get up and fight. Swish would want you to.”
The other girls nod in agreement.
Talking Head: u/BtQw3, “I survived the lip sync yet no one’s condragulating me. I’m fresh tilapia off the grill so why are these girls treating me like chopped liver?”
Starr clears her throat. “Well, congrats to Micro on her first win!!!” The other girls begin cheering and clapping as Micro smiles.
“Ugh, I wanted the win so bad!” u/Frandiohh groans. “Micro, you really are the one to beat!”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that. We’re all really talented…” Micro begins.
Maritess slams her fist into a wall. “Oh shut up, tits for brains! You’re everyone’s top competition right now, and we have to take you down a peg!”
Talking Head: u/MaritessTrosper, “Is Lucifer scared of Jujubee? Then Maritess ain’t scared of Micronesiarain.”
SPOILED DRAG RACE DRAG RACE
TONIGHT WITH SPECIAL GUEST LIN MANUEL MIRANDA (u/ErikaGenerika) !!!
The queens walk into the werk room. u/StrawPedro and u/starrrupt stand in front of the cameras and give each other a chaste peck on the lips.
“Ewwwwwwww!” Maritess groans as the others laugh.
u/MaritessTrosper: Talking Head, “Why is everyone laughing? Two gay men kissing isn't funny. A little gross maybe, but definitely not funny!"
Swish lets out a forlorn sigh. "I'm going to have to slay this competition for two. Now that my beaux Free is gone."
BQ scoffs. "You ingrate cunts should be grateful Free isn't here. If she was then I wouldn't be here!"
Micro swivels to glare at BQ. "Well, maybe we'd be happier you survived the elimination if you weren't such a BITCH!"
BQ opens her mouth to respond before she's rudely interrupted by-
V.O. YOU'VE GOT MOD MAIL!
Automoderator: There's no business like show business. Especially in New York City, on the broadway strip! No one mourns the wicked, but if you make it to the top you won't be les miserables! Wait.... What's the name of that musical? Miserable lesbians? No that's madoka magica. Anyway, broadway has shows that people watch! Get into it! We're throwing a broadway ball! The categories are Your Son'll Come out Tommorow - Orphan Annie realness, West Side Tory - 50's glamour, and finally, Hamilton eleganza! Create your own looks inspired by the fashions of Hamilton the Musical!"
Everyone's silent. Finally Shasha says "Oh my God, what do you think it means?"
"Obviously we're throwing a ball" Maritess scoffs. "You should be familiar with balls by now, you purveyor of dicks!"
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Lights... Cameras.... Action!!!
u/Grotesquette struts the runway
u/Grotesquette: Welcome to the mainstage of SDRDR Season 6! Rupertonian, how are you?
u/Rupertonian: When you said thespians, I thought you said lesbians!!!
u/Grotesquette: Cackles Lesbians? That's gay! Nah, nah. Another esteemed judge, u/-_-whodat is here!
u/-_-whodat: I love theater. I acted like I liked Xtina for a whole season!
u/Grotesquette: And finally, u/Spencerietta! Are you ready to see our queens defy gravity?
u/Spencerietta: I'd rather not! :)
u/Grotesquette: And finally, our special guest, Lin Manuel Miranda!
Lin Manuel Miranda: I'm grabbing my balls in excitement. And trust me, I'm not throwing away my shot!
u/Grotesquette: I despise you. Tonight, I challenged my girls to throw a broadway ball! Ladies and Gentleman, start your engines. And may the best woman.... Win!!!"
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🎶 We Don't Stop, Until Mascara's on the Dancefloor

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"First up, u/Starrrupt!"
  1. Doing a classic spin on the old Annie play, why not go for a vintage red dress that is just as cute but fashion forward like the original Annie. I feel cute, I feel whimsical, and I am certain that the sun will come out tomorrow because I’m just that beautiful
  2. 50s glamor is what I live for, so I am sporting this over sized coat, very much the lady from Breakfast at Tiffany’s that was getting eaten out by Paul Varjak, and I make it to the end of the stage, and let the coat drop. Here I am showing off my classic Dior silhouette, also in red. This is 50s at it’s finest, rich women at their best, and New York fashion, aka my entire life, at it’s peak.
  3. For my final runway, I am paying homage to the one and only Angelica Schuyler. I remember watching Hamilton with my sister and both of us being captured by her beauty that I had to pay homage to her. And also a shout out to my sister who I haven’t seen for a while but is still in my heart Also, I am carrying that red theme with each of my look, and why not end with the prettiest people in red as well
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"Next up, u/my-pronouns-are-she!
  1. Inspired by the film annie, my look is an orphan gown, but not like the ones shown in the film. My look is a bit more elegant after years of being in the orphanage, proving that the the “son” will come out
  2. My west side story is showing the positive side of the 1950’s with the red gown and black tights i am wearing. it brings brightness and happiness
  3. I decided to take a risk and make this outfit (inspired by the schuyler sisters) more “gothic” and “dark”, highlighting how bad was world back then (and still now) with misogyny, racism, and homophobia
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"Next up, u/Frandiohh!"
  1. So for my first look, I wanted to do something different from the other girls after I saw a bicth having a look similar to mine. I am giving you cosplay genetically modified bioshock little sister orphan fantasy. Vidoe games have been an important part of my childhood sincemyparentswereabusivefucks but hey. I am disgustang and I lIVEE. Showing the judges I can do high Camp. I am strutting down the runway, waiting for Big Daddy winks. That’s a reference by the way
  2. Chile, for my second look I am giving you 50's Jackie Kennedy coming from church. I am serving innocence and daisy movements. I take off my wig and this Vermillion wig just burns from underneath. As I strut down the runway, and baam another reveal. Jessica Fatherfucking Rabbit. THE most iconic sex symbol of the 50's. I wanted my runway to play on this duality of innocence and sensuality, and I done did that
  3. For my final runway, I am paying homage to Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton. When people hear the last name Hamilton, they only think about the husband and not the wife. She is an icon that defended children rights and education , and was the first person to open an orphanage in New York. I made thi look myself because I am a talented seamstress. Just waiting for the judges to give me a compliment, and I will say thank you, Cameroon style
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"Up next, u/ShashaStan!
  1. Serving creepy old Mans new internet best friend from Omegle. Im sailing in this season, so may as well dress as a sailor girl. Now watch me sailor MOON y’all.
  2. Last week I got told I wasn’t on “brand” whatever that means. SO here I am representing my Theatre roots, serving you perfect broadway babe. The 50s theatre world was all about legs and feathers. So if Tweety Bird fucked Miss Smalls, you’d get this.
  3. Here I am bringing Peggy Schuyler realness. I wanted to Borrow Gigis, continental redcoat but whoops, I'm not American. Wait is that the British one? does that mean I can use it?? Idk anyways, WATCH ME SERVE
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"Next up, u/MaritessTrosper!
  1. So one day I blacked out and woke up at this orphanage. Then I looked to my left and my right. I really can’t stand these putas! Stuck between a rat and a hard lace front amirite
  2. After my horrible experience growing up in an orphanage, I made it my duty to raise awareness for the dangers of scarlet envious rodents on our developing capitalist society. SAY NO TO THIS RATS!!!
  3. This is my final form in all of my colonizer fantasy! I now have the most desirable face according to 19th-century plastic surgeons. And my bag is a shoutout to the people out there with Miranda in their names, especially the two on the judges panel. It’s just a coincidence
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"Next up, u/Micronesiarain!
  1. Act I: We first meet our heroine on the cold, brutal streets of New York City. Without a penny to her name, her hope is being kept alive by the desire for a better life.
  2. Act II: When we last saw Micro, she had landed a corporate job and was finally working her way up the ladder. With wealth came a sense of freedom. Freedom to let loose and live like there’s no tomorrow.
  3. Act III: 10 years later, we meet Micro once again. After making millions, she was trapped in an endless cycle of greed. The moment she had worked for her entire life was finally here. Yet she was never satisfied. Lost in the fortune, her rags to riches story has ended as nothing short of a nightmare.
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"Up next, u/Swish_17!
  1. Annie is a story about finding joy in hard times, while your life in uncertain, and your future is unknown. I’ve decided to to make this look, a portrait of poverty, but through a lens of a child. A optimistic youth who WONT let her situation get her down. She will smile and sing till the sun is down, because deep inside, she knows she’s a winner baby, and she gonna give you this pastel fantasy!
  2. Tonight, I’m giving you 50s fashion, mixed with old Hollywood, all pilled up, into one blue, creamy, glamorous lewk honey. I really wanted to continue this storyline from literal “rags” to riches. That little pastel queen, from 10 minutes ago, shes all grown up now, and she’s RICH honey, I mean... just look at her 🤩
  3. That 50s street girl from 10 minutes ago... something happened, I mean, one thing lead to another, and now she’s mother fucking royalty. She’s walking in this gig like she owns the place... I mean... just look at her... of course she does. Im giving you regal royal realness. Sasha who? These roses aren’t coming off this look tonight! Someone dropped a crown, and she picked it right back up and put that thing on her head, because why? Because she’s a winner baby 🌟
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"Next up, u/BtQw3!
  1. When you haven't got a dime to your name anything you grab is fashion. I am rocking everything except the kitchen sink, mostly because those are hard to steal. These boots were from a dead soldier whose last items were sent to the family, unfortunately their mail was intercepted. I don’t know what happened. My hair clips used to belong to some girl scouts but whilst they were asleep in the woods they miraculously lost a lot of items and food.
  2. What is a waist? That sounds disgusting! I am the poster child of 1950s elegance. Thin. White. Salty Blonde. Changing up your ethnicity isn’t just for the bold, brave, “funny” people it’s also a survival tactic. I can blend into the melanin deficient sea, immune to all the atrocity around me. The only trouble might be having to unlearn how to cook. Still I choose White Privilege!
  3. Only I could take such a humble look and turn it into true art. I chose the beige to layer well with both the green on my skirt and my unnaturally pale complexion. Contrary to how it appears, I do not have any makeup on as I wanted to stay true to the era that the Category described, when they lacked the technology to contour themselves a new life. Instead I am harnessing the natural power of freezing fucking cold to give my cheeks their nice rosy hue and mattify my face almost to the poont of cracking. This time I truly have outdone myself.
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Next up, u/StrawPedro!
  1. My Orphan runway is giving you a dark twist to the category! Her name is ALSO Annie, and just like the Annie from the musical, she is ready to fight the evil adults but in a more twisted way - If you don't want to have children, WEAR A FREAKING CONDOM or I will torch your wee-wee off! Your son WON'T come out tomorrow, you know why? Because I done already done torched your wee-wee off before you even got to have one ! *laughs like a maniac*
  2. My 50's glamour look is giving you high fashion inspired from West Side Story, more specifically I am paying homage to Francisca's portrayer, Joanne Miya, a Japanese-American actress who had to play a white role in the production. This is my interpretation of Francisca: A strong, confident and RADIANT Asian lady, just about everything that Joanne is! I'm giving you the same silhouette and the ruffles, but the styling is elevating the whole look to a couture place. The color choice is also reminiscent of cherry blossoms - The national flowers of Japan. I told you I could give you fashion!
  3. My final look is inspired by Hamilton from the colonial times, but here's the twist: She launched a coup on the ship to the newfound land, liberated the slaves, and turned the colonizers into the colonized! These greedy yt men cant do nothing under my most reliable "sisters" watch: that's right, wanna meet my gunns? I named them Gia and Nikita! I'm having the best time of my life on this ship, colon-izing these men with my boom boom gunns!
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🎶 Joan of Arc Is on the Dance Floor

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Grotesquette: Thank you ladies. Now when I call your names please step forward.

u/BtQw3

u/MaritessTrosper

u/ShashaStan

You are safe. Please step to the back of the stage.
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The rest of you represent the tops and bottoms of the week. Now let's begin with the judges' critiques, starting with... u/Starrrupt!
-_-whodat: Yet another impressive week for you starr! First of all, the cutesy Annie look was a serve I’d say it lacked a bit of ... oomph that other looks had but definitely achieved what you were looking to! Your 50s was a very unique take on the theme, the unconventional silhouette feels divisive in a great daring way which I love. Sadly I will say I felt that you fizzled on this last look, it just didn’t wow me. However it’s pretty and fit the theme so I can’t object to it, just wish it lived up to the rest of your looks. Still a very strong week tho, I’m impressed.
Spencerietta: Goode morning, Starr. Another week, another top notch performance from you! I have to say of all your looks tonight, you really hit it out of the park with the 50s Fashion. The reveal was great and it revealed to something better, which is often where those fail, so props to you on nailing that. I will say while you did deliver a consistency across the board tonight, you did play it safe. I know it’s a tough challenge, believe me I’ve done an obscure ball before, but I think you could have pushed a little harder to edge out the other girls. I’m not like… gagging or whatever at your Hamilton look, I just wish it was a bit more exciting, but overall you delivered, which is more than we can say for some of these girls tonight. So you should be proud of yourself!
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Thank you Starr. Moving onto u/Swish_17!
Grotesquette: Hello Swish. Welcome to the competition girl! I mean, you've been here all along but I feel like the judges might've been sleeping on you for the past two episodes. You really impressed me tonight! Your orphan look was a quirky take on the theme, and I absolutely loved the colors. It also incorporated the Taiwanese drag you love to represent on the mainstage. Your 50's look was absolute gorgeous, and this Hamilton look is to die for. The deep purple contrasts with the silver and perfectly conveys the attire of the British royals within the musical. Overall, tonight you deserve a standing ovation.
-_-whodat: You were my personal favourite of the night swish, I’m incredibly impressed. I will start with your 50s look, this was one of my favourites of all the categories tonight. Not a super obvious take but completely fits the challenge and just looked beautiful. Sadly I wasn’t wowed by your Annie look, I appreciate your less obvious take on the theme and it was far from the weakest but it was also ... far from the strongest Im afraid . But, your 50s and Hamilton (which I thought was immaculate) definitely cancel that out and put you up to being my favourite of the night. Very pleased to see you do so well tonight !
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Up next, u/Frandiohh!
Spencerietta: Hi, Fran. I’m gonna ask you a very simple question. What the fuck? Like that’s not a read, I’m just genuinely confused. You started out so strong with that evil orphan Annie look and then that concept just… disappeared? And the reveal for your 50s Fashion… happened. I don’t know how to feel about it, quite honestly. I wasn’t really moved in either direction by it, good or bad. And finally, that Hamilton look was completely Marie Antoinette. Like not even remotely Hamilton. Tonight, you’re just a big question mark for me. I wanna see you in the top, I really do, but so far I’ve been… underwhelmed.
-_-whodat: Fran, im sad to say that again I’m not too impressed tonight :(( for your Annie look, I do appreciate that you took an alternative route with it but it just felt very ... incomplete. It lacked something that other looks had. Your 50s look showed so much promise, that first look I personally loved but the reveal was just implausible and underwhelming. Totally cheapened what was to me a solid look. And your Hamilton look I thought was stunning, major props for that ... but it just sadly didn’t read much Hamilton to me. I’m just disappointed to see you in this position again cuz you had a lot of promise this challenge :((((
Lin Manuel Miranda: WE GOT MARRIED THAT NIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT. I SCREAMED OUT TO THE SKY, THIS WAS MIIIIIIIIIIIIINE.
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Next up, u/StrawPedro!
Rupertonian: I cannot. Begin to tell you. How Proud of you I am. I remember when I was going through the walkthrough I saw your 50s look and that made my eye twitch and I think you saw that. I am so glad you changed it because this new outfit is SO good. It’s exquisite and it screams West Side story, and it’s just so perfect. Your orphan, by far was one of my favourites of the night. It was dark, and yet carried that childhood spirit in it, and I love it. I hate children, so thank you for appealing it to me by making them evil. Your Hamilton was my favourite of the night. A SOLDIER, BEING FEMINIZED. That’s SCREAMING Hamilton without going the literal route of frilly dress of Royalty, as everyone did. You’re the only one who stood out in that category and it was just so good. Tonight was the night you shined, and for someone who was never confident about their looks, tonight was the night you shined, and I could not be happier.
Spencerietta: Straw! Miss Pedro, if you’re formal. I’m gonna go in order with these looks, starting with that gothic orphan Annie. You weren’t the only one to go that route, but it was probably my favorite approach of the bunch, so I gotta give you a round of applause for that. As for your 50s Fashion, that’s where I did kind of lose you a bit. I liked where the little story was going, but there is so much more you can do with that type of fashion and storyline, so I wish it had really hit the mark. But your Hamilton look was everything, honestly. The way you gave us Founding Father and made her a cool, futuristic 1770s femme fatale was just pure perfection. Overall a solid performance from you tonight. Welcome to the competition, Straw. Keep up the momentum!
Lin Manuel Miranda: I don't know how to say no to this..... Lord, show me how to say no to this. I can't. This is so good!!! But I can't fall in love with you. I have a wife!!! Oh, you bewitching woman!!!!
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Up next, u/Micronesiarain!
Rupertonian: Microoo, noooooo. You were doing so well, but unfortunately this was just a tripping moment for you, and knowing the fashion you can serve I know you can do better. None of your looks were bad per se, but they were just a lot of misses. Your Annie look, I get that you were trying to go for the homeless chic, but in order to capture that Annie essence, of both homeless and childish whimsy. You can do that by going a more kiddy route, or at least going for a brighter route too. But, tonight the outfit was just a bit baggy, and although beautiful in it’s own way, it was very meh. Your 50s. Micro, you are the queen of doing chic fashion, and 50s are all about that CHIC fashion and I know you can do better than a plain while dress with little accoutrements. Finally, your Hamilton was BEAUTIFUL. Absolutely beautiful Micro. It was just UGH so good. But it wasn’t Hamilton. It was a French Revolution Marie Antoinette dress, and that made it miss it’s mark by a LOT. On top of that, love the touch with Juju bee, but, it just seemed out of place. I know adding someone else’s face has become a trend, but look at Maritess, and even in the past look at Ketty or Hippo, they did more than JUST add a face, they blended it, added extra makeup, etc. You could’ve taken it further, tonight, and tonight was the first time, I saw you lose yourself.
Grotesquette: I don't necessarily think you did bad tonight, it just wasn't as good of an overall performance compared to many of the other queens tonight. Your first look was incredibly pedestrian. It doesn't look like something I'd expect to see on the Drag Race mainstage, it looked like something I might see someone wear during the winter time. And I understand how it fits into the theme, but at this point of the competition everything needs to elevated. Your second look was definitely beautiful, and I appreciated how it fit into the West Side Story aesthetic. It was just a bit basic compared to many of the other looks occupying the same category. Finally, your Hamilton look is beautiful, but it's not on theme at all. And I don't understand the addition of a Jujubee face. You had a storyline throughout all of your looks, and I don't understand what that added to the story. I love comedy in runways, but throwing a face onto an outfit doesn't necessarily translate to comedy. If my run on S3 and AS2 gave any of you that impression, then I sincerely apologize. I already know you're talented and hilarious, so I'm really hoping you hold onto these critiques and step things up a little in the future.
Lin Manuel Miranda: This chocolate temptress.... She's so beautiful. But do I want to get close to another woman? They 👩🏻👦🏻got close ➡️⬅️all right👌... but did 😐they 😗kiss 😘in her 👩🏻car🚘? did he 👦🏻ever😳 put his hands 👐up ⬆️her skirt👗? did he 👦🏻ever 😳thumb 👍her kliTt😺? did she 👩🏻ever 😳push 👐up ⬆️against him 👦🏻and say 🗣 his 👦🏻name in ⤵️a throaty 🗣voice👄? did he 👦🏻ever 😳stroke 🖐her👩🏻 hair 💆🏻‍♀️while she 👩🏻sucked 👄him 👦🏻off🍆? did they👫🏻 ever fhöck🙀🍑🍆?
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Finally, u/my-pronouns-are-she!
Rupertonian: My dear. What. Every look was just….what? Every runway that you put out just caused chaos and conflama and not in the good way either. Even without the Nicki Minaj, the look was so bland, and really not Annie. I know looks aren’t your strong suit, and you tried to make it funny, but the outfit and the funny aspect of it didn’t match. Then you’re 50s, was just. Again? What? Granted that was your most beautiful runway, I don’t think it matched the theme as well as someone like Swish or Starr or Straw did. Finally, Pronouns why? I get going for the gothic route, but that Jaremi face just did not make sense. Overall, it was just one big question mark, and not like Priyanka’s entrance.
Grotesquette: You were by far my least favorite of the night. Once again, throwing faces onto runway looks isn't inherently funny. And even if you didn't have the faces, the runway looks were all really ugly. And they barely matched the theme. Tonight was a swing and a miss for you. Look around this stage and observe your competitors. You need to bring your drag up to the same caliber as them if you expect to survive in this competition.
Grotesquette: Now, based on the judges' critiques, I have made some decisions.

u/Swish_17, Throughout this ball, you really showed the judges that the sun WILL come out tomorrow.

u/StrawPedro, Tonight your looks defied gravity.

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u/StrawPedro and u/Swish_17 condragulations, you are BOTH the winners of this maxi challenge.

u/Starrrupt good work tonight, you're safe.

u/Frandiohh.... By the skin of your bussy, you're safe tonight.

That means u/Micronesiarain and u/my-pronouns-are-she, I'm sorry my dears but tonight both of you are up for elimination.

The time has come for you to lip sync for your life!!! Good luck, and don't fuck it up!

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2020.09.03 07:14 TodaystheDayeee In honor of the 75th anniversary of the end of WW2 (Sep. 2nd 1945), here's the Ares and Wonder Woman transcript to my next video.

"To me you are the most hateful of all gods who hold Olympus. Forever quarrelling is dear to your heart, wars and battles." - Zeus, Iliad, Book 5
Our story begins in Olympus in the time of the old gods but it could be anywhere at anytime. Hera, Queen of Olympus, Goddess of Marriage and Women had a son with her older brother and husband Zeus, the King of the Gods. They brought forth Ares, God of War and personification of the primal carnage of men. Not just war, the brutality of it. He would wage a war against love and unleash death where death need not be.
But Ares was not the only name used to invoke war. Not even the first. It's actually not clear where or when it first manifested. In the long prehistoric infancy of our species large scale conflict was likely not even possible. Contact was probably limited to fights over game as small bands or tribes followed herds, staying close to fresh water and foraging grounds. One of the earliest cemeteries called Jebel Sahaba in the Nile river valley near the border of Sudan and Egypt dates back at least 11,600 years. Of the 61 individuals found, 26 skeletons had arrowhead fragments near them or in some cases still embedded in them, causing speculation of a massacre. There was also evidence of healed injuries indicating persistent raids.
In 2005, excavation work began in Hamoukar, a large archaeological dig near the Iraqi and Turkish borders. The settlement there dates back to the 5th millennium BCE, but it was destroyed about 3500 BCE. Slings and thousands of clay bullets have been found among the ruins, possibly evidence of the earliest urban warfare discovered so far.
Then finally, writing began in Egypt and soon after the Palette of Narmer is inscribed. It tells the story of the 1st pharaoh of a unified Egypt vanquishing his rivals. This marks the beginning of the first dynasty about 3100 BCE in the mythical, as yet undiscovered capital city of Thinis which worshiped the Egyptian God of war, Anhur, the slayer of enemies.
The rest, as they say, is history and there is a lot of it.
The causes of war are simple. Simple needs. Simple desires. Desperation and greed. All seven deadly sins. All four horseman. Some call it the devil, temptation and evil. Bad thoughts, bad words, bad deeds.
And the story begins again around 850 years before the common era. A man of myth and his followers establish a city of mostly male bandits. Shortly after they throw a festival and announce it to the neighboring cities as a celebration. During the festival, the myth tells of 30 young women, all but 1 a virgin, who were abducted by their hosts and later implored to marry their abductors. The mythical man is known as Romulus and the newly founded city was Rome.
The scene becomes popular among artists and sculptors and is known as The Rape of the Sabine Women. The resulting hostility with the surrounding tribes erupted into the invasion of Rome which they fought back. Rome was quickly becoming a powerful force and defeated 3 neighboring tribes. It was soon on the offensive against King Titus Tatius of the Sabines, fighting against the fathers of their abducted wives. Intervention finally came, according to Roman historian Livy when the women,
"from the outrage on whom the war originated, with hair disheveled and garments rent, the timidity of their sex being overcome by such dreadful scenes, had the courage to throw themselves amid the flying weapons, and making a rush across, to part the incensed armies, and assuage their fury; imploring their fathers on the one side, their husbands on the other, "that as fathers-in-law and sons-in-law they would not contaminate each other with impious blood, nor stain their offspring with parricide, the one their grandchildren, the other their children. If you are dissatisfied with the affinity between you, if with our marriages, turn your resentment against us; we are the cause of war, we of wounds and of bloodshed to our husbands and parents. It were better that we perish than live widowed or fatherless without one or [the] other of you."
- THE HISTORY OF ROME. BY TITUS LIVIUS, or "Livy"
A treaty was struck, and the Sabines united with the Romans as one nation. Titus Tatius ruled with Romulus until his death five years later and as we all know, Rome was just getting started. Like the Spartans and Egyptians before them, the Romans had an affinity with their war God, this time known as Mars.
There are many other war gods and goddesses as well such as Agasaya, Agrona, Agurzil, Ah Chuy Kak, Ah Cun Can, Ah Hulneb, Ahulane, Alala, Alaisiagae, Al-Qaum, Alke, Amphillogiai, Anahita, Anann, Anath, Andarta, Andraste, Androktasiai, Anhur, Ankt, Anouke, Apedemak, Aray, Ares, Ashtart, Ashur and Athena. And that ladies and gentlemen, is just the A's.
The longest conflict in history is the Reconquista on the Iberian Peninsula between the Christians in what is now Spain and the conquering Muslims who invaded in the year 711. It lasted 781 years, finally ending with the 10 year long Granada War. Christian forces made a massive offensive push, recruiting farmers to swell their ranks, destroying enemy crops and pushing the Muslims towards the sea. It ended on Jan. 2nd, 1492 with the surrender of Islamic rule. 7 other wars or conflicts lasted longer than 500 years. Another 106 wars lasted longer than 50 years. But the God of war is insatiable and humanity was about to manifest the most destructive incarnation the world had yet seen.
In 1162, in a desolate place where food and luxury was scarce, a baby was born in exile from a disgraced family. He would go on to become a warrior and unite the Mongol tribes as Genghis Khan. His conquest was fueled by fear. He readily employed brutal tactics like spreading disease by catapulting the dead over walls. So many people died that weather patterns were disturbed and forest grew back on previously populated land. The Mongol horde trampled empires, handing down ultimatums of death or alliance. Fear spread like a plague, and the horde rode in behind it destroying some to tame the rest. Khan would promise protection and relative normalcy in exchange for complete surrender and regular tributes. Those made subordinate became sources of income, fueling the Khan’s engine of war. For a brief moment in time, Genghis Khan and the Khan's that followed carved out the largest contiguous empire on Earth.
Perhaps the deadliest confrontation in history took place under Hulagu Khan during the Siege of Baghdad in 1258, which lasted only 13 days. At the time, Baghdad was the capital of the Islamic Abbasid Caliphate. Their leader, Al-Musta'sim, was either overconfident or incompetent or both. When the Mongols had overcome the city's defenses they executed Al-Musta'sim and massacred the people leaving it greatly depopulated. Contemporary accounts state Mongol soldiers looted and destroyed mosques, palaces, libraries, and hospitals. The Grand Library of Baghdad, called the House of Wisdom, containing countless historical documents and books on medicine to astronomy, was destroyed. Priceless books torn apart, their leather covers used as sandals, their contents dumped in the river with the dead. Its said the Tigris ran red from the blood of philosophers and scientists and then turned black from the ink of their wisdom. The siege is considered to mark the end of the Islamic Golden Age.
This level of carnage would not be unleashed again in so short a time until the 20th century during WW1 and again just 1 generation later in WW2. The Siege of Leningrad alone, which lasted from 1941 to 1944, would leave 1 million to 5.5 million dead. Then the Battle of Stalingrad began in August 1942. It lasted into the winter and added again to list of bloodiest battles in the history of warfare. Air raids dropped bombs on civilians as fighting devolved into close-quarter, house-to-house combat. Both sides poured reinforcements into the city and by the end, as many as 2 million were dead. After five months, one week and three days of fighting the Axis forces had exhausted their ammunition and food, finally forced to surrender in February 1943. It was a turning point in the war that began pushing the Nazi's back to Berlin.
In the middle of this hell on Earth, in July 1942, Wonder Woman issue #1 - The Origin of Wonder Woman is released by DC Comics. In it, for some reason, she's carrying a parchment in her outfit which tells the history of the Amazons. Of course, she loses it and obviously someone at the Smithsonian gets it and translates it so we all get to learn what's happening now.
The story returns us to Olympus, Aphrodite is arguing with Ares over who will rule the world - men and violence and hate and war or women with love. Their argument spills over onto Earth. Women throughout the world are enslaved by Ares. Aphrodite turns the tables with a magic girdle she gives to the Amazons. The girdle is eventually stolen by Hercules who enslaves them. Aphrodite intervenes again, granting the Amazons the power to break the chains and remain free for as long as they refuse to submit to men. Their strength lie in the bracelets they wear as reminders of the chains that enslaved them. Away from the influence of men, they create a utopian civilization called Paradise Island.
But back in the real world on a different island in the Pacific theater of WW2, Ares was about to transform the meaning of war and place humanity's very existence on a knife's edge.
bellum omnium contra omnes (Latin phrase meaning "the war of all against all")
On July 16th 1945, the US detonated the first atomic bomb in New Mexico as part of a test. 9 days later the decision to drop one on Japan was made and Allied forces issued the Potsdam Declaration on July 26th which handed down an ultimatum of complete surrender or "the inevitable and complete destruction of the Japanese armed forces and just as inevitably the utter devastation of the Japanese homeland". The bomb wasn't mentioned and it ultimatum was rejected.
On August 2nd, Truman and other high profile US officials boarded the USS Augusta, headed back home across the Atlantic. A group gathered in Secretary of State James Byrnes’s cabin the first night at sea to watch a movie. It was called Wonder Man. A nightclub owner is murdered by gangsters but comes back as a ghost to haunt his killers. Truman stayed in his cabin, perhaps thinking about the explosion that was coming and the weight of his choices. He had written in his diary the day of the decision that, "the target will be a purely military one". It's hard to imagine he didn't know better.
About 3 days later, on the other side of the world, Tsutomu Yamaguchi was going to work at Mitsubishi Heavy Industries for what was supposed to be his last day in the city. It was 8:15 AM, on August 6th, 1945 in Hiroshima, Japan and an estimated 70,000 people were about to die. Yamaguchi heard a plane overhead, he looked up and saw The Enola Gay B-29 bomber and he saw the object drop and the parachute attached to it. What dropped was an atomic bomb equivalent to 18,000 tons of TNT. It was more powerful than the previous largest bomb ever used in warfare by more than 1,500 times.
Yamaguchi described the blast like “the lightning of a huge magnesium flare.” He had barely been able to dive into a ditch before the boom ruptured his eardrums and the shock wave sucked him into the air and tossed him into a nearby potato patch. His face and forearms were badly burned and he thought he might of fainted for awhile but he was alive. He described everything like the start of an old film before the picture begins, "when the blank frames are just flashing up without any sound." The morning sun was blotted out by dust and debris and falling ash. A mushroom cloud of fire was rising over Hiroshima. He was less than two miles from ground zero.
A mile and a half away, half a mile from ground zero, Shigeyoshi Morimoto was luckier than 95% of the others within the same blast radius. The master kite maker was part of a secret military study to use kites against American planes. Suddenly he found himself under the rubble of his cousins home where he was visiting but Morimoto, his cousin, and his cousin's son all survived.
He said in an interview by Robert Trumbull in 1956 that it was like a lightning flash, then "the house collapsed and we were pinned beneath the fallen ceiling and roof." When they dug themselves out they couldn't believe level of destruction. Every building was flattened within a mile of the explosion, and fire would soon destroy every building within a 4.5 square mile radius. Within weeks, another 70,000 would die in the aftermath.
Sixteen hours after the explosion, a video was released of President Harry Truman revealing the existence of the atomic bomb to the world for the first time. “It is a harnessing of the basic power of the universe,” he said. “The force from which the sun draws its power has been loosed against those who brought war to the Far East.”
Truman was actually still aboard the USS Augusta in the Atlantic ocean. He was having lunch when a navy captain delivered the message. Truman turned to his Secretary of State James Byrnes and shouted, “It’s time for us to get on home!” He then addressed the sailors in the mess-hall, calling for attention by banging silverware against a glass. The sailors went quiet and Truman made his announcement to an explosion of applause. Morale was soaring all over the Augusta. A sailor's quote summed it up best saying, “I guess I’ll go home sooner now.”
Yamaguchi was thinking about home too. In a daze, he found a couple coworkers who also survived. After taking shelter for a night, the three began making their way toward the somehow still operational train. They trekked through a desolated city of smoldering fires, crumbled buildings and the charred and melted corpses of the dead. Yamaguchi was forced to swim through floating bodies at a river crossing because the bridges were twisted wreckage. All to reach the station, where he boarded a train full of other burned and bewildered passengers.
Morimoto had gone back to the hotel he was staying at for work. It was badly damaged but still standing and three of his colleagues were alive. They got permission to leave the city on August 8th. The four men along with Yamaguchi were trying to get back home, to Nagasaki.
At least three trains made the 190 mile trip from Hiroshima to Nagasaki and arrived there by August 9th, the day that city would be bombed. 165 survivors from Hiroshima are thought to have traveled to Nagasaki and lived through the 2nd explosion as well. People who experienced both attacks are called “nijyuu hibakusha,” or “twice-bombed person.”
Yamaguchi reported for work at Mitsubishi’s Nagasaki office and at about 11 a.m. he was giving a full report on Hiroshima. He recounted what he could, the blinding light, the deafening boom, the devastation—but his superior didn't believe it, didn't believe a single bomb could destroy an entire city. Suddenly, another white flash exploded outside. Yamaguchi dropped just seconds before office windows were shattered by the shock wave and debris blew through the room. In his panic, he thought it had followed him but he had just survived a 2nd atomic bombing in 3 days.
He ran out of the wrecked building and past the ravaged city to get home to his wife and son. When he got there part of his house was a pile of rubble but they were alive and barely hurt. His wife had left to buy burn ointment for him, and she and the baby were near a tunnel when the bomb dropped. If Yamaguchi hadn't been burned in Hiroshima, his family might have been killed in Nagasaki.
Morimoto, the kite maker, had just finished describing the atomic bomb to his wife when their house was suddenly flooded with the same blinding flash. He was shouting as he shoved his wife and son into their air-raid shelter and pulled the heavy door shut behind him as their home was destroyed. Morimoto and his family were also uninjured.
But many others were not lucky. Roughly 200,000 people died after four months, about half on the first day, from the effects of the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. It remains the only nuclear bombing used in warfare and although Hiroshima had a sizable military garrison, most of the dead were civilians. After the immediate aftermath, people continued to die in the thousands for months from burns, radiation sickness, and injuries, made even worse by illness and malnutrition. Japan surrendered to the Allies on August 15th, six days after Nagasaki and the Soviet Union had also declared war on them. Japanese government officials signed documents on September 2, effectively ending the war and beginning occupation.
It is generally thought the casualties from the bombings is at or near the low estimates for casualties had the war continued on the ground. It was feared the number of dead could reach a million or more if the Allies invaded the Japanese homeland. Americans were also war weary, the massive operations were expensive, and military strategists were worried about the Soviet Union expanding its influence in the East. However, the debate over the ethical and legal justification for the bombings in still debated today.
But it didn't matter then. The war was over and America was celebrating. Humanity began to rebuild but there was little time to reflect. The full implications of what had happened were still coming into focus. The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, William Leahy once decried the use of atomic weapons as "an ethical standard common to the barbarians of the Dark Ages", but in 1947 he reported a military requirement for 400 atomic bombs . The Soviet Union detonated an atomic test in September 1949. Oppenheimer, concerned about the devastation that future nuclear war could bring, was stripped of his job and commission. Despite his opposition, the U.S. had developed and tested a Hydrogen bomb by 1952. Ordinary fission bombs like the ones dropped in Japan would henceforth be regarded as small tactical nuclear weapons, a thousand times weaker than the new versions. The US had 23,317 nuclear weapons and the Soviet Union had 40,159 by 1986. More than 90% of the world's remaining 13,865 nuclear weapons were owned by Russia and the United States at the start of 2019. Over 2,000 nuclear tests have been conducted in over a dozen locations around the world by 8 different countries. 9 countries have nuclear weapons.
A team of researchers studied 1,024 species of mammals, and found the rate of lethal violence between Homo sapiens is 7 times higher than the average among all mammals. A different study found that although there are 7.6 billion humans we make up just 0.01% of all living things. In other words, humans are statistically insignificant, not only in the universe but on Earth as well and yet since the dawn of civilization, humanity has caused the loss of 83% of all wild mammals and half of plants. And now our seeming dominance has put us on a path quite possibly to our own destruction. Unwittingly in some cases, proudly in others and cynically in some.
When Yamaguchi's son died from cancer at 59 in 2005, he went public with his story. After remaining silent since his 1950's interview, he began speaking out against nuclear war. Of the estimated 165 people who experienced both attacks and lived, he became the first and only survivor to be officially recognized by the Japanese government as “nijyuu hibakusha,” the “twice-bombed person.” A year later in 2010, he died at the age of 93. He said he got through the many years after the bombings with poetry.
It may seem as if the God of war is at his most powerful, feeding constantly on the chaos in the world and now humans have amassed the potential for total destruction. In the myths and the comics, Ares had done his best throughout the years to destroy the Amazons, sending Hercules against them and sacking their island but he had another plot for all humanity. To spark a war between the United States and Russia, provoking World War III. His ambitions were only thwarted when he was finally forced to face the truth that without the chaos of men he would cease to exist, having no one to worship him.
However, there would be survivors in this nightmare, like the Ginkgo biloba. A ginkgo tree survived in Hiroshima less than a mile from ground zero. It's nicknamed the Tree of Life and it happens to be the oldest species of tree on earth, dating back 270 million years. It also smells like vomit, helping it to survive thousands of generations of grazing animals. Along with the Ginkgo tree, other survivors would probably include rats, cockroaches, ants, scorpions, flies, wasps, worms, bacteria like E. coli, amoebas and the seemingly indestructible tardigrade. It wouldn't be the most pleasant world, but it would still be alive.
And the story begins again, one more time. There was once a utopia. At least that's what outsiders had come to think. It made sense from far away. It had been mostly forgotten, cut off from the world and for a long time no one questioned this supposed utopia. It had achieved an almost mythic, paradise lost status until finally an explorer came to stay there for awhile. At first it seemed the view from the outside was correct. But one day their leader died leaving a power vacuum and a tyrant emerged to fill it. Not all were willing to follow. A group of dissenters separated, forming a smaller group but this did not bring peace. A member of the new group was ambushed one day without warning, beaten badly and was never seen again. Over the next four years the smaller group was picked off 1 by 1 and systematically destroyed. The victors ate the flesh and drank the blood of their victims. They celebrated over the dead with hoots and screams. The explorer was horrified. There was no mercy. But it wasn't men that did these things, not this time. These were the events observed in the jungles of Gombe Stream National Park in Tanzania from 1974 to 1978 during the Gombe Chimpanzee War. The explorer was Jane Goodall. By the end, 10 were dead or missing and only 3 females remained. They were beaten and kidnapped and in that way the two groups became 1 again.
Goodall discovered the systematic hunting strategies and aggressive nature of chimpanzees, exposing their cannibalism and taste for smaller primates. She turned conventional wisdom upside down and found it difficult to come to terms with what she saw herself. But she also observed peaceful and affectionate behaviors, intelligence, emotions, social bonds and forced man to redefine itself, "or accept chimpanzees as human".
In 2019, there were at least 29 conflicts or wars where more than 100 people lost their lives including 17 minor conflicts, 9 wars and 4 major wars in Afghanistan, Yemen, Syria and the Mexican drug war. But despite the headlines. Despite the violence. Despite the tragedy and chaos and the potential destructive power Ares or Anhur or Mars could unleash on humanity at any minute. Despite how things might feel right now. Overall, things are getting better and can get better.
Because something else happened in the 20th century. It was said that a soul of an unborn daughter held back from creation when the first woman was murdered by a man, was put inside a baby girl made out of clay from paradise island. The baby girl was given life by the Greek Pantheon of Goddesses and named Diana. She grew up among a legion of sisters and mothers and became the champion of the Amazons and emissary to the world of men. They would call her Wonder Woman.
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2020.08.31 15:11 rusticgorilla The Trump playbook: Incite violence, blame others

During the past couple of weeks, we’ve seen the same playbook from years past put into action by Trump and his supporters. It goes like this:
1. Trump incites violence
2. Trump radicals commit violence
3. Trump advisors say violence helps their campaign
4. Trump & his surrogates refuse to condemn violence
5. Blame the violence on opponents

1. Trump incites violence

History

Trump has a long history of inciting violence. Going back to his first presidential campaign, on Feb. 1, 2016, Trump told a crowd in Cedar Rapids that he would pay the legal fees of supporters who fought with protestors (clip).
“If you see somebody getting ready to throw a tomato, knock the crap out of them, would you? Seriously, okay? Just knock the hell … I promise you I will pay for the legal fees. I promise, I promise,” he said.
On Feb. 23, 2016, during a campaign rally in Las Vegas, Trump lamented that a heckler could not be beaten up, saying he wanted to punch the man in the face (clip).
“I love the old days, ya know. You know what I hate? There’s a guy, totally disruptive, throwing punches - we’re not allowed to punch back anymore… [In the old days] they’d be carried out on a stretcher… [Now] the guards are very gentle with him. He’s walking out with big high-fives, smiling, laughing. I’d like to punch him in the face, I’ll tell you.”
On Aug. 9, 2016, Trump said that gun-owners could take matters into their own hands if Hillary Clinton were elected president (clip).
“Hillary wants to abolish - essentially abolish - the Second Amendment, by the way, and if she gets to pick her judges, nothing you can do, folks. Although the Second Amendment people—maybe there is, I don’t know.” The crowd cheered.
There are many more instances, too many to include here. ABC News identified at least 54 criminal cases where Trump was invoked in direct connection with violent acts, threats of violence or allegations of assault.

Recent events

But specific to the most recent week of violence, Trump has been pushing rhetoric and images of an America under siege by so-called rioters, looters, and anarchists.
This goes back to the protests in Minnesota sparked by the police killing of George Floyd (May 25, 2020). Trump called the protestors “THUGS,” threatened to send in the national guard (despite the governor already calling the Guard up), and added, “when the looting starts, the shooting starts.” Twitter ended up hiding the tweet behind a warning for “glorifying violence.”
As protests spread, Trump sent federal forces into cities around the nation - most notably, Portland. It should be no surprise that protestors already angry about aggressive police did not accept a highly armed “foreign” occupying force. In fact, it wasn’t a surprise; it was the plan. Any opposition to the federal forces was used as retroactive justification and political leverage for the president’s reelection campaign.
During this time (July 2020), Trump used emotionally-charged words to describe protestors, fanning the flames of unrest. “These are not protesters - people say protesters - these people are anarchists. These are people that hate our country,” (clip).
Then, fast forward to the first night of the Republican National Convention on August 24. This was the day before the Kenosha shooting. The program featured a video (clip) of threats against a white Missouri couple who were pointing guns at protestors walking past their house. The couple, the McCloskeys, appeared in a recorded segment to warn that “criminals” and “out of control mob[s]” are out to get other white homeowners in suburbia.
Patricia McCloskey: “What you saw happened to us could just as easily happen to any of you who are watching from quiet neighborhoods around our country...”
Mark McCloskey: “That’s exactly right. Whether it’s the defunding of police, ending cash bails or criminals can be released back out on the streets the same day to riot again, or encouraging anarchy and chaos on our streets, it seems as if the Democrats no longer view the government’s job as protecting honest citizens from criminals, but rather protecting criminals from honest citizens. Not a single person in the out of control mob you saw at our house was charged with a crime, but you know who was? We were.”
Patricia: “...make no mistake, no matter where you live, your family will not be safe in the radical Democrats’ America.”
The same night, convention speaker Kimberly Guilfoyle said Democrats are responsible for “riots in streets, warning that “they want to destroy this country and everything that we have fought for and hold dear. They want to steal your liberty, your freedom. Guilfoyle urges viewers: “Don’t let the Democrats take you for granted. Don’t let them step on you. Don’t let them destroy your families, your lives, and your future. Don’t let them kill future generations because they told you and brainwashed you and fed you lies that you weren’t good enough.” (clip)
Donald Trump Jr. also took to the stage to fear-monger: “Anarchists have been flooding our streets and Democrat mayors are ordering the police to stand down. Small businesses across America—many of them minority owned—are being torched by mobs.” (clip)
The following morning, President Trump took to Twitter to villainize protestors and urge an end to the protests: “They must stop calling these anarchists and agitators ‘peaceful protestors’. Come back into the real world! The Federal Government is ready to end this problem immediately upon your request.”
Friday, Aug. 28, Trump held a rally in New Hampshire. The Portland shooting would happen the next evening. At the rally, Trump vilified protestors numerous times.
They’re not protestors. Those aren’t … Those are anarchists. They’re agitators. They’re rioters. They’re looters.
...They’re just looking for trouble. Has nothing to do with George Floyd. Has nothing to do with anything. They don’t even know who George Floyd is. Okay? They don’t know who George Floyd. They have no idea. If you ask them, “Who’s George Floyd?” They couldn’t even tell you. These are just bad people, troublemakers and they shouldn’t be representing our country at important events and we’ve got to stop it. (clip)
By framing the protestors as dangerous and illegitimate, while also calling for action to stop the protests, Trump incites his most extreme followers to take action against them - violent action.
  • Note also that Wisconsin's Governor, Lt. Governor, and Kenosha's Mayor have told Trump to stay away from the area because, as Gov. Evers said, "I am concerned your presence will only hinder our healing." Yet, Trump intends to go Tuesday, anyway. It's hard not to see it as another attempt to incite a reaction.

2. Trump radicals commit violence

Kenosha

On August 25, a 17-year-old Trump supporter and militia member killed 2 people, injuring another, in Kenosha, Wisconsin. Based on video taken over the course of the night, it appears that the militia member - we’ll call him K.R. - shot and killed a man after a plastic bag was thrown. K.R. then runs away from the scene with a cellphone to his ear saying, "I just killed somebody." The victim, Joseph Rosenbaum, was shot at least 4 times.
K.R. then runs down a road with bystanders in pursuit. K.R. trips and falls. A bystander, Anthony Huber, tried to disarm K.R. but K.R. shoots him. Huber died from a gunshot to the chest. K.R. then shot another man, Gaige Grosskreutz, in the arm and walks off pointing his rifle at people in the road.
The next time we see K.R., he approaches police vehicles with the rifle strapped to his chest and hands raised. The police allow K.R. to leave, despite bystanders yelling that he had just shot someone. Kenosha police Chief Daniel Miskinis defended the failure to apprehend K.R.:
"There were a lot of people in the area, a lot of people with weapons, and unfortunately, a lot of gunfire… they see someone walking toward them with their hands up. That, too, isn't out of the ordinary given all the events going on. ... We have armed individuals out protesting, or counterprotesting, or simply walking around exercising their right, (who) will put their hands up… There's nothing to suggest this individual was involved in criminal behavior."
K.R. was later arrested in his home state of Illinois, charged with two counts of first-degree homicide, one count of attempted homicide, two counts of recklessly endangering safety, and possession of a dangerous weapon by a person under 18. The militia ended up in Kenosha by organizing an event on Facebook. Users reported the page 455 times for violating rules around the incitement of violence, yet it was not taken down until after the shooting.

Portland

Fast forward to Saturday night, August 29. Supporters of the president gathered on Saturday at a shopping center a few miles southeast of Portland. The caravan of hundreds of trucks then traveled into the city. Most were flying “Trump 2020” or thin blue line flags in a manner reminiscent of ISIS flags. The caravan, like the Kenosha event, was organized on Facebook.
The official route did not take the caravan into downtown Portland - it is unclear why they ended up there. Some unconfirmed reports from attendees said the police forced them off the freeway. But regardless, the caravan’s time in downtown Portland was marked by countless incidents of violence. Here is a sampling of videos:
  • Trump supporters shoot pedestrians and journalists with paintballs and pepper spray. At least twice.
  • A counter-protestor (others call him a journalist, not sure) was beaten for filming the license plates of the Trump caravan.
  • The Proud Boys arrived with their license plates obscured with tape.
  • A counter-protestor threw an egg at a Trump truck, the Trump supporter retaliated with pepper spray.
  • A car nearly ran people over.
Amidst all this, an officially unidentified man was shot and killed (he has been unofficially ID’d on social media). We have very few details about the incident. The victim wore a hat with insignia for Patriot Prayer, a far-right group. There is video of the shooting, but it is from afar and does not offer much context.
  • Note that gun conflict had been building in Portland, according to an NYT reporter on the ground. Mike Baker said the prior weekend a “far-right activist” brandished a gun. Two weekends ago, a “right-wing demonstrator” fired two gunshots from car.

3. Trump advisors say violence helps their campaign

Following the Kenosha shooting, Counselor to the President Kellyanne Conway told Fox News that violence helps Trump’s campaign: “The more chaos and anarchy and vandalism and violence reigns, the better it is for the very clear choice on who’s best on public safety and law and order” (clip).
Then, just hours after the Portland shooting, Trump campaign surrogate (and wife of Eric Trump) Lara Trump endorsed Conway’s view (clip).

4. Trump & his surrogates refuse to condemn violence

Asked about the Kenosha shooter, Trump failed to condemn him: “That’s under investigation right now, they’ll be reporting back to me over the next 24 hours, 48 hours maybe max, and we’ll have a comment about it. But, that is, right now, we’re looking at it very very carefully.” (clip)
UPDATE: A reporter asked Kayleigh McEnany if President Trump condemns the actions of [K.R.], the teen charged for killing two protesters in Kenosha, Wisconsin. McEnany replied that "the president is not going to weigh in on that." (clip)
Donald Trump Jr retweeted a Twitter post in which a user endorses the Kenosha shooter: “[K.R.] is a good example of why I decided to vote for Trump. Violent extremists were destroying people’s lives for months, 30 people were killed. Democrats rejected Federal assistance every time Trump offered it. Media lied about Trump deploying ‘secret police’”.
Republican Sen. Ron Johnson (of Wisconsin) also refused to condemn the Kenosha shooter, saying instead that he condemns all "violence" and "economic destruction" that has happened since protests began (clip). Furthermore, Johnson ducked a question about Trump agitating for violence: “There are people agitating all over the place,” he said, minimizing Trump’s role (clip). At the end of the clip, Johnson suggests “citizen soldiers” are part of the plan to stop the violence.
Just hours after the Portland shooting, Trump tweeted support for the Trump caravan, calling them “GREAT PATRIOTS!”
Asked about the president’s tweet supporting the caravan, acting Secretary of Homeland Security Chad Wolf said it was not contributing to heightened tensions.
Just as Trump has a long history of inciting violence, he has a long history of failing to condemn it. Most famously, after a white supremacist deliberately ran over protestors, killing one and wounding many others, Trump blamed violence on “both sides.” He added, “you also had people that were very fine people on both sides.”

5. Blame the violence on opponents

Finally, Trump and his supporters blame the violence incited by the president on his opponents. This time, that is Democrats generally and Joe Biden specifically.
For instance, following the Portland shooting Trump suggested that the violence was inevitable under a Democratic mayor: “The big backlash going on in Portland cannot be unexpected after 95 days of watching and incompetent Mayor admit that he has no idea what he is doing. The people of Portland won’t put up with no safety any longer.The Mayor is a FOOL. Bring in the National Guard!”
White House Chief of Staff appeared on Meet The Press to insist that “most of Donald Trump’s America is peaceful,” it's just the “Democrat-led city” of Portland that's the problem (clip).
As we saw all throughout the Republican convention, Trump tried to blame Biden for protests, riots, and violence. During his acceptance speech (two days after Kenosha) , Trump said, “If you give power to Joe Biden...They will make every city look like Democrat-run Portland, Oregon. No one will be safe in Biden's America.” (clip)
  • Trump keeps calling on Biden to condemn the violence, as if he hasn't done so already numerous times (he has). After Portland, Biden posted a statement saying in part: "I condemn violence of every kind by any one, whether on the left or the right. And I challenge Donald Trump to do the same."
Mike Pence’s speech (one day after Kenosha) followed the same line: “Joe Biden would double down on the very policies that are leading to violence in American cities. The hard truth is you will not be safe in Joe Biden’s America.” (clip)
On the first night of the convention, the party played a video meant to portray “Biden’s America” as violent and scary. A voiceover says: “The rioting, the crime. Freedom is at stake now and this is going to be the most important election of our lifetime.” However, one of the scenes in the montage is actually from Spain.
During Kellyanne’s Fox News interview (referenced in section above), aside from admitting the violence helps Trump’s campaign, she also said that fixing it is not Trump’s problem:
Kellyanne: “...the Republican president, Donald Trump, doesn't look at this as a partisan issue. He's trying to send federal reinforcements in. And you've got these governors saying, oh, no. They're putting their pride in their politics ahead of public safety."
WaPo: That alone is revealing. Because eruptions of violence can be blamed on Democrats, the White House throws up its hands. That’s not only because it allows Trump to shunt away criticism but also because it allows him to make the point he wants to make: Democrats, like his general election opponent, former vice president Joe Biden, allow violence to happen. In an out-of-character move, Trump is happy to present himself as powerless here specifically because he thinks it reinforces weakness on the part of his opponents.
In 2016, Trump warned about the scary immigrants and terrorism at the southern border. In 2018, immigrants again, dispatching soldiers to the border to deal with families seeking asylum from dangerous countries in Central America. Now, in 2020, he has turned the manufactured fear towards other Americans.
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2020.08.31 04:23 Otalvaro The real mystery of GTA V is Masonic (long post, apols)

It's little, if anything, to do with Chiliad and Bigfoot and the rest of it. Those are red herrings to distract you from what is in plain sight. The fact is GTA V is the first videogame Masonic retelling of the exploits of Shemyaza (Satan) and Azazel from the Book of Enoch. These guys are the two fallen angels who lead the rebellion against god and for their punishment one is hurled into a chasm and one is cast into a lake of fire. One falls and one burns.
The same thing befalls Michael da Santa (da Satan, geddit?) and Trevor. One falls, one is burned. You, the player, get to decide if you're going to rebel against God and Jesus (represented by the crime lord and the corrupt FIB guy) and take down one or the other of these guys, or if you're going to spare them.
This retelling, called an inverted hermeneutic (upside-down interpretation), has been going on in movies since at least the movie "The Man Who Would Be King" (based on the tale by Rudyard Kipling), in which two ne'er-do-wells, who are both explicit Freemasons, travel to Kafiristan (which in the Quran the Dajjal is said to come from) to take it over and rule it as Gods. Now Rockstar have done it in a videogame (or two, if you count Red Dead 2).
Always they put "leitmotifs" in their works so that people watching know just what's going on. Azazel is by far the easiest to spot since he's so distinctive. Freemasonic approach to religion is syncretic, by which I mean they purport to a scientific approach to religion by identifying the commonalities between figures in them e.g. Zeus and Jupiter being the same figure, etc.
Azazel is by far their most revered figure. Azazel in Christianity is the Antichrist, the Beast From the Sea. In the Quran he's the one-eyed false messiah imprisoned on an island until his time has come. And in Egyptian religion he is Horus. Azazel's mother was Lilith, Horus' mother was Isis. Both were talented witches who stole the truename of God for their powers. You can google the various similarities between Isis and Lilith and the Canaanite goddess Gello. All this is known already.
Some of the the characteristics of Azazel/Antichrist/Horus from these various traditions:
  1. Beast from the sea - he's introduced by the sea
  2. Agent of Chaos - he tears down an existing power structure to pave the way for Satan
  3. Skilled warrior - he taught mankind the arts of war
  4. Prince of Clowns - he taught mankind the arts of makeup and is depicted as a clown
As you can see, this is Trevor all over. He has dreams involving clowns. He lives by the sea. He's definitely an agent of chaos and right hand man to Da Santa (da Satan) and he's the toughest warrior of the three.
Furthermore, if you control Trevor and go walk around the vagrants and bums around the Templar Hotel (and no, it's not coincidental there's a Templar Hotel in the game, it's ALL Masonic), you get the unique dialogue response occasionally popping up of "The Prince of Clowns walks among us", which you don't get with Michael or Franklin, so far as I can tell. Also, check your maps for streetnames in that neck of the woods. You've got references to original sin, penitence and so on in that neighborhood.
In Red Dead 2 you have the Francis Sinclair figure, who time travels through the ages. He has a distinctive mark over one eye. He is the one-eyed Azazel. He is the son of a widow. The son of the widow is the figure Freemasons revere above all " "All Master Masons are brothers to Hiram Abiff, ​who was a widow's son". They term him Hiram Abiff, but it's really yet another counterpart to Azazel. "Is there no help for the widow's son?" is the Masonic cry for help if a Mason is in trouble and needs another Mason to help him out.
A similar kinship to a leader figure is in the Epsilon tracts. It's all just Freemasonry, put out in front of you in plain sight but in the knowledge that you're all "profane" (literally pro- = before, -fane = the Temple entrance i.e. you're not inside of it). The profane aren't meant to understand so they take it all at face value without knowing what they are seeing.
But it's all very simple once you are handed the key. ^This^ is your hidden mystery in GTA V. The real one. Chasing after Bigfoot, Jetpacks, UFOs and whatnot is all smoke and mirrors to keep you away from ^this^.
"You might think we're angels but we're really devils" ~ Trevor is literally telling you truth in one of the missions.
Have fun! And when you've had fun with that, turn your attention to:
Die Hard. Lethal Weapon. Star Trek the original space seed. Star Trek The Wrath of Khan. Star Trek into Darkness. Skyfall and Spectre (The Masonic Bonds), Sherlock Holmes (the reboot), Total Recall (the reboot). John Wick 1, 2 and 3. Star Wars. Battlestar Galactica the reboot, Nolan's Batman, V for Vendetta. And many many more.
Watch for the Leitmotifs, particularly of Azazel and any Jesus figures that crop up to let you know who you're watching:
Gruber in Die Hard has 12 terrorists (disciples), it's Christmas, he has to break seven seals open. Yes, he is evil Jesus.
Joshua in Lethal Weapon (Yeheshua/Jesus' actual name) appears at Christmas, he's the right hand of another figure. he is tortured to prove his faith to said figure while at the same time someone identifies him with "Jesus Christ" three times, in a flip on the Biblical denial by an apostle three times.
He faces off against Riggs, who lives by the sea because he's the Beast from the Sea Azazel. He's a consummate warrior. He's an agent of chaos. He has a furry companion, just like the in the Quran. He even says he hates God at one point.
Khan Noonian Singh (Khan is another name for King) has 84 followers in the original Trek and 72 in the reboot. This is because Jesus had 12 greater disciples and 72 lesser disciples (Luke 10). 72+12=84
John Wick kills precisely 84 goons according to director Chad Stahelski, repeatedly, in interviews. It's really important he had to get that out there in interviews because he forgot to show them all onscreen, so he actually corrects journalists about how many people John Wick kills. He wants you to know it's 84, or rather, he wants his fellow Masons to know it's 84.
Cylon centurions fly in squadrons of 72 they tell you in one of the earlier scenes of the Galactica reboot. There's also 12 of the greater cylons. 12 + 72 = 84. Starbuck is Azazel. Baltar is Jesus. And the tall blonde cylon whose name eludes me is "the disciple whom Jesus loved", or Mary Magdalene as Dan Brown has it. You're welcome.
Star Wars has a baddie who, let's see now: miracle birth, prophesied to come, speaks to temple elders as a kid and storms the same temple as an adult. He's disturbed by everyone's lack of faith. Hmmmn. Wonder who that is supposed to be? It's Masonic Evil Jesus, who'da guessed?
Han Solo is Azazel, introduced in a port, agent of chaos paving the way for Luke (Lucifer, literally, that's the Latin derivation of the name Luke) to get the job done.
(if you're wondering btw what the last Star Wars trilogy is, lookup the wikipedia for gnosticism, they practically filmed it. Rey = Sophia, Kylo = 2nd coming of Jesus with fiery cross in hand, they form a dyad together taking down a blind mad god emperor. There's a hepmonad with the Knights of Ren and blah blah blah)
TL/DR: It's all Masonic nonsense. They parade it in front of everyone constantly knowing it's hidden in plain sight. You're welcome.
Edit: Mordad seems peeved and is resorting to cheap shots in after edits. Perhaps if he didn't resort to the Fallacy of Equivocation, the Fallacy of the Stolen Concept and a lack of understanding of basic probability in his arguments, he might fair better.
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2020.08.29 07:16 Mark-Leyner Nothing happens until it's consumed.

The Image, the Word, and the Gun (BBC Omnibus, 1991)
I'm sure most of you have seen this, or are aware of it. I think it's worth seeing again, maybe especially now. I transcribed most of it, Delillo and the excerpts from his novels. It's powerful as a film, but Delillo is always just as powerful in text. I hope this finds you well.
“The Image, the Word, and the Gun”
BBC Omnibus, Season 29, Episode 5, aired 27 September 1991
Presenter:
Bee Bee Cee one “Omnibus” with the leading American novelist, Don Delillo, who explores the idea that constant, grave news coverage by the media may have replaced the novel as the tragic narrative of today.
Narrator:
Don Delillo writes dangerous fiction. He’s been called, “America’s leading contemporary novelist”. His ten novels come directly out of the flow of recent history; the Kennedy assassination, toxic fallout, acts of terrorism. These are all part of the running news against which his books are set. This film was developed in close collaboration with Delillo, who wanted to use the documentary form to explore the relationships between gunmen and the novelist, words and images, and the power of news and our obsession with apocalypse. Doing so, he asks, “What effect can a novelist have on a culture where terrorists seem to have hijacked the world’s narrative?”.
Title: “The Word, The Image, and The Gun”
Libra excerpt.
“This was the year he rode the subway to the ends of the city, two hundred miles of track. He liked to stand at the front of the first car, hands flat against the glass. The train smashed through the dark. People stood on local platforms staring nowhere, a look they’d been practicing for years. He kind of wondered, speeding past, who they really were. His body fluttered in the fastest stretches. They went so fast sometimes he thought they were on the edge of no-control.”
Delillo:
Isolation, solitude, secret plotting. A novel is a secret a writer may keep for years before he lets it out of his room. Writers in hiding, writers in prison. Sometimes their secrets turn out to be dangerous to the state machine. For most writers in the West, of course, this danger is extremely remote. The cells we live in are strictly personal constructions.
Let’s change the room slightly and imagine another kind of apartness. The outsider who builds a plot around his desperation. A self-watcher. A lonely young man living in a fiction he hasn’t bothered to put down on paper. But this doesn’t mean he isn’t organized, he organizes everything. This is how he keeps from disappearing. His head is filled with dangerous secrets and he may finally devise a way to come out of his room. He invents a false name, orders a gun through the mail, then looks around for someone famous he can shoot.
Libra excerpt.
“Plots carry their own logic. There is a tendency of plots to move toward death. He believed that the idea of death is woven into the nature of every plot. A narrative plot no less than a conspiracy of armed men. The tighter the plot of a story, the more likely it will come to death.”
Delillo:
For me, the assassination of President Kennedy was a rumble that gathered momentum over the years. It’s present in my early work, here and there. My first novel ends in Dealey Plaza in Dallas, the main character retracing the motorcade route in his rented car. I think it’s true that none of my novels could have been written in the world that existed before the assassination. In my fiction there seems to be a sense of danger everywhere, of something unraveling.
When Kennedy was shot, something changed forever in America. Something opened up a sense of randomness, deep ambiguity. We lost the narrative thread. See, this is what happened, the assassination left an emptiness that made everything plausible, made us susceptible to the most incredible ideas and fantasies.
We couldn’t seem to find out what happened on even the most basic level. How many gunmen? How many shots? How many wounds on the President’s body? There was no coherent reality we could analyze and study. So, we became a little paranoid. We developed a sense of the secret manipulation of history. You know, “there’s something they aren’t telling us.”. Documents, lost or destroyed. Official records, sealed for fifty years. A number of very suspicious murders and suicides. Since Dallas, we see conspiracy everywhere.
Before it happened, we were much more self-assured. I think we felt especially blessed.
President Kennedy:
“I’m confident, as I look to the future, that our chances for security, our chances for peace, are better than they’ve been in the past and the reason is, because we’re stronger.”
Delillo:
Maybe this was a fairy tale we told ourselves, but it seemed to work. And Kennedy himself was a sign of our specialness. Certainly, we had greater faith in government before he was killed. This faith was deeply damaged, not only by the official handling of the investigation but by later revelations concerning JFK’s own administration. So even the myth of a noble President, shot down by some malcontent, became a little difficult to sustain. Bad news everywhere.
Finally, I thought I might just walk right into the middle of it. Do a novel about the assassination. I thought I would try to provide a narrative we’d lost somewhere in the chaos. Not an explanation for every confused human motive and certainly not a denial of the chaos but, maybe some element of safety. A way out of the endless unknowing. If we can’t find the solution, let’s imagine one.
Many things might possibly go wrong. The story had too many people, too many wandering lives and subplots and major themes. Too many things feeding in: Bay of Pigs, the U-2 incident, organized crime, civil rights. But finally, it was the characters who drew me in. Not the characters I would create for, “Libra” which is my ninth novel, but the ones already there. All those lives that were part of the record. Rich, strange, and very often, tortured lives. Not just the major faces, but characters at the edges, and on the edge. Lonely, violent, deeply American lives.
The accused assassin was my route into the book. I needed to find a voice for Lee Oswald.
Oswald and I lived near each other in the Bronx in 1953. I was 16 at the time and he was 13, and I didn’t know him – but I was certainly startled to find out about the connection. His mother, Marguerite, put him in the car, an old Dodge, and they drove all the way to New York from Texas because, her oldest son was stationed at a military base nearby.
Oswald was a lifelong expatriate, really: Louisiana, Texas, New York, Japan in the Marines, Moscow and Minsk as a defector. I don’t think it’s simplistic to say his life was defined by books and guns. He had trouble reading but was clearly drawn to books – filled out an application once and said he wanted to write short stories on contemporary American life.
He’d go to the library and take out books he knew President Kennedy had read and liked. He read Mao Zedong because Kennedy had. He read Ian Fleming. He went to the library to get, “The White Nile” because he knew Kennedy had read it, but it was out. He got, “The Blue Nile” instead. And he ended up in the Texas School Book Depository, a rifle in his hands, books all around him.
Was he a lone gunman or one element in a conspiracy?
When I wrote from his viewpoint, I wanted a language that seemed in danger, a little jumpy. A language unsure of itself. He was a scattered man, trying to put himself together.
Two kinds of solitaries plotting. The novelist wants to reveal consciousness, examine human possibility. The novelist is the natural defender of the self. Each writer is his own language. I think it’s possible to say a novelist builds himself, word by word. He needs ego, self-confidence. A certain vanity and arrogance to risk two, or three, or ten years on a book. A secure sense of himself.
The lone, disaffected gunman is probably living on the edge of selfhood. Dangling, thin-boundaried. Not fully formed. His own fictions, his plots, schemes, tend to narrow the world. Reduce the world. In some cases, to two people. Just him, in his sixth-floor perch, and the charismatic leader riding by in the blue limousine.
Lee and his Russian wife, a young woman who’d envisioned the consumer paradise and ended up getting slapped around by her underpaid and sometimes, out-of-work, husband. Lee could not provide, makes you lonely not to have the things you see around you all the time, keeps you from being whole.
And what about the man who’s privileged? It isn’t his money, or high office, or beautiful wife, it’s that electronic glow he emits, it’s that inspired gift, or power. The way he rides through the lights, looking just like his photographs.
As things got worse for Lee, he began to see himself in the President. His life, by this time, was unraveling. I think he’d wandered outside history and into fantasy, into coincidence.
Libra excerpt:
“The first movie was Suddenly. Frank Sinatra is a combat veteran who comes to a small town and takes over a house that overlooks the railroad depot. He is here to assassinate the President. Lee felt a stillness around him. He had an eerie sense he was being watched for his reaction.”
“He felt connected to the events on the screen. It was like secret instructions entering the network of signals and broadcast bands, the whole busy air of transmission. Marina was asleep. They were running a message through the night and into his skin.”
“The streets were dark. The house was dark except for the flickering screen. An old scratchy film that carried his dreams. Perfection of rage, perfection of control, the fantasy of night.”
“Lee felt he was in the middle of his own movie. They were running this thing just for him.”
Delillo:
So, the awful thing happened, and it happened on film. The assassination is a home movie called, “The Zapruder Film” after the Dallas dress manufacturer who took his 8-millimeter camera to Dealey Plaza. Eighteen seconds of Zapruder. There are serious students of these 18 seconds, of course. Every blur has been analyzed. There’s a technique called, “blur analysis”.
Our most photogenic President, dying on film.
Maybe I’m wrong about this, but I think the footage comes close to uncovering some secret about the nature of film itself. Film carries something, some mindstream, some myth that may be common to us all. It’s as though the experience of film has acquired a kind of independent existence in our consciousness. It’s that deeply embedded – have to get it on film.
Film is more than the 20th Century art, it’s another part of the 20th Century mind. The 20th Century is “on” film. It’s the “Film Century”. If a thing can be filmed, film is implied in the thing itself. People with wasting diseases allowing themselves to be filmed as they die, people committing suicide on film. Satellite cameras reading your license plate from 300 miles up. Cameras in the uterus, cameras dangling over the doors in every public space we enter. Watching ourselves, constantly being watched.
Images follow us everywhere, come into our rooms, drive with us in the car, come into our beds and help mediate our sex lives. Film creates a kind of dreaming space all of us occupy.
Americana excerpt:
“When I was a teenager, I saw Bert in From Here to Eternity. He stood above Deborah Carr on that Hawaiian beach and for the first time in my life, I felt the true power of the image. Bert was like a city in which we were all living. He was that big. Within the conflux of shadow and time, there was room for all of us and I knew I must extend myself, until the molecules parted, and I was spliced into the image.”
Delillo:
In my first novel, Americana, the hero lives a kind of third-person existence as an ideal figure made up of images, media messages. He’s image haunted. He constantly reinvents himself through film and television from the person he is to the person he would be. This is what media America promises, access to our desires, to our invented selves.
Images mix with reality, they replace reality sometimes. Think of those young men, media poisoned. Men who believe that electronic images contain some element of healing magic, who feel deprived of spiritual sustenance, who try to find their destiny not through religious vocation or high adventure or even somewhere in the alignment of the stars, but through the media, the information grids. As if orbiting satellites contain the true message of who you are and what you must do.
For me, as the writer of novels which, to some extent, find the soul of the culture in filmed images, Oswald is a kind of hinge between the committed political assassin and the lonely movie goer and TV watcher, the celebrity stalker. Stalking a victim is a way of organizing one’s loneliness, making a network out of it, a system of connections.
Arthur Bremer. Nobody remembers Arthur Bremer. The funny, faceless kid who shot Governor Wallace in a shopping center. Where else? Arthur Bremer was moved toward this act when he saw the movie, Clockwork Orange. Bremer’s diary was published and provided inspiration for the movie, Taxi Driver. John Hinkley went to see Taxi Driver and fell in love with a young actress, Jodie Foster. He thought, “I will impress her by shooting the President of the United States, the old actor, Ronald Reagan.”
The years have taught us to feel the terrible chill of random violence, senseless murders, crimes of self-publicity. There’s a kind of soft, dreamy, existential violence that is meant essentially to bolster the faltering self of the gunman.
With widespread political terrorism, we got our narrative back. Calculated acts, not random. Stories played out over days and weeks, played out over years when there are hostages involved. A narrative that horrifies for many reasons, one of them the fact that they’re killing people for its publicity value.
The awful genius of terrorism is that it affects the daily lives of ordinary people, we don’t have to be famous or gifted or powerful. We’re all potential victims, we’re all class enemies. And this shift in the culture was something I wanted to understand.
Mao II excerpt:
“Curious knot that binds novelists and terrorists. In the west, we become famous effigies as our books lose the power to shape and influence. Do you ask your writers how they feel about this? Years ago, I used to think it was possible for novelists to alter the life of the culture. But now bomb makers and gunmen have taken over that territory. They make raids on human consciousness, what writers used to do, before we were all incorporated.
Keep going, I like your anger.
But you know all this, this is why you travel a million miles photographing writers. Because we have given way to terror, to news of terror, news of disaster is the only narrative people need. The darker the news, the grander the narrative. News is the final addiction before what? I don’t know. But you’re smart to trap us in your camera before we disappear.”
Delillo:
The novel, Mao II, is about a reclusive writer who escapes the failed novel he’s been working on for many years. He abandons the book and enters the world. It turns out to be the world of political violence. We have novelists and terrorists, words and images. We have crowds everywhere, masses of people in the streets, on television, in stadiums, in great public squares. Crowds of revolutionaries, crowds of mourners. And the novel, in a way, wonders, “who is speaking to these people?” Has the writer lost the ability to shape the way we see and feel? Has he lost his adversarial role? Is the novelist part of the background noise now? Part of the buzz of celebrity and consumerism?
Mao II excerpt:
“You have a twisted sense of the writer’s place in society. You think the writer belongs at the far margin, doing dangerous things. Now the most successful writers make the biggest complainers. The solitude is killing, the nights are sleepless, the days are taught with worry and pain, alone. Alone. Must be hard for you dealing with these wretches, day after day.
Nah, it’s easy. I take them to a major eatery. I tell them their books are doing splendid in the chains. I recommend the roast monkfish with savoy cabbage. I tell them the reprint bidders are howling at the commodity pits. There is mini-series interest, there is audio cassette interest and the White House wants a copy for the den. I say the publicity people are setting up tours. The Italians love the book completely and the Germans are groping for new levels of rapture. Oh my, oh my. And yourself, Charlie?
I’m adjusting to the new style.”
Delillo:
The title, Mao II, comes from a likeness of Chairman Mao by Andy Warhol. Warhol did many pictures of Mao and his silk screens have the effect of floating the image free of history, so that the man steeped in bloody wars and revolutions becomes something else completely, a kind of sacred figure on a painted surface and not very different, at all, from Warhol’s Marilyn, or Elvis.
And what about the novelist? Has he lost his original face? I think everything we do in the west is so readily absorbed by the culture that it’s very difficult for works of art to become dangerous. The culture works in such a way that it has a reflex that enables it to absorb danger as soon as it appears.
Mao II excerpt:
“We’re alone in a room, involved in this mysterious exchange. What am I giving up to you? Then what are you investing me with? Or stealing from me? How are you changing me? I can feel the change, like some current just under the skin. Are you making me up as you go along? Am I mimicking myself? I’ve become someone’s material. Yours, Britta. There’s the life, and there’s the consumer event. Everything around us tends to channel our lives toward some final reality in print or on film. Everything seeks its own heightened version, or put it this way, nothing happens until it’s consumed. Nature has given way to aura. All the material and every life is channeled into, “the glow”. Here I am, in your lens, and already I see myself differently, twice over, or once removed.”
Delillo:
Mao II began with two photographs. For a long time, I had no idea they were connected. I saw the first picture in April 1988, I think it was, front page of the tabloid, New York Post, an elderly man with a look on his face of desperate shock and rage. The man is a writer, J. D. Salinger. Famous, of course, for Catcher in the Rye. And the camera belonged to two people, sent by the Post, to find and photograph him. First picture of Salinger since 1955. I didn’t know why, but I saved this photograph. About six months later, I came across a small, grainy photo in the morning paper. The mass wedding conducted by Reverend Sun Myung Moon of the Unification Church. I saved this picture, too. And eventually I began to think of the novel I was writing as an attempt to understand the connection between these two photographs. The arch individualist, the solitary writer living outside the blur and the waste of endless images. But they found him, they got him.
Ordering a photograph of a famous recluse must be a little like ordering an execution.
Salinger resembles a man who’s fighting for his life and the regimented crowd, learning to dress alike and think alike, brides and grooms actually matched by photographs. Willing to surrender months and years of love and courtship to one moment that looks completely surreal to me, a little like a rehearsal for the end of the world.
There’s something about vast crowds, great masses of people assembled around the enormous image of some dictator or holy man that may make us wonder about the end of individuality. There’s a primal terror in crowds, a sense of all control gone, all distinctions gone. Crowds speak a half language, a language of rote and repetition. Chanted slogans, a single, chanted name, over and over.
Think of crowds on television. The intimate, little screen can give us a sense of millennium, of a messianic future. Each viewer, his own apocalypse. Crowds are terrifying, but maybe beautiful in a way, as well. We desire, at times, to lose ourselves in a crowd. Just identically be carried along, burning away all the pain and anxiety of self. And the struggle, to be who we are.
Mao II excerpt:
“The crowd grew, and clamored, and the body had to be transported to the cemetery by helicopter. There were aerial shots of the burial site, surrounded by crowds. Karen thought they were like pictures of a thousand years ago, some great city falling clamorously to siege. Then, the helicopter landed, and the crowds broke through the barriers. The living were trying to bring the dead man back among them. Karen could not imagine who else was watching this. They could not be real if others watched, if other people watched. If millions watched. If these millions match the numbers on the Iranian plane, doesn’t it mean we share something with the mourners? Knowing anguish, feels something passed between us. Hear the sigh of some historic grief.
She turned and saw Britta leaning back on the far arm of the sofa, calmly smoking. This is the woman who talked about needing people to believe for her, seeing people bleed for their faith. And she is calmly sitting in this frenzy of a nation and a race. If others saw these pictures, why is nothing changed? Where are the local crowds? Why do we still have names, and addresses, and car keys?”
Delillo:
Not so long ago, I think it was possible for a novelist to think that he might influence the consciousness of his time. Today, it’s news that has begun to influence the way we see the world. It’s news that has become so extraordinarily dominant. I think we’ve come to depend on news, the darker, the better. In a way, we need it. Because it is the tragic narrative of our time.
I keep thinking, without too much supporting evidence, that images have something to do with crowds. An image is a crowd, in way. A smear of impressions. Images tend to draw people together, create mass identity. Words. Words and books seem connected to the development of self. The book fits the individual reader. The shape and nature of the book, lines of print. The linear progression of alphabetic marks on the page, here’s a single mind developing, finding its own distinctive shape and nature.
Mao II excerpt:
“Every sentence has a truth waiting at the end of it, and the writer learns how to know it when he finally gets there. On one level, this truth is the swing of the sentence, the beat poised. But deeper down, it’s the integrity of the writer as he matches the language. I’ve always seen myself in sentences. I begin to recognize myself, word by word, as I work through a sentence. The language of my books has shaped me as a man. There’s a moral force in a sentence when it comes out right, it speaks of the writer’s will to live. I’ve worked the sentences of this book long and hard but not long and hard enough, because I can no longer see myself in the language. The running picture is gone. The code of being that pushed me on and made me trust the world. This book and these years have worn me down. I’ve forgotten what it means to write, forgotten my own first rule: keep it simple, Bill.”
Delillo:
Whatever the crowd is, or represents, the writer can’t afford to stand apart from it. I saw an entry recently in the journals of John Cheever and he was writing about an evening he spent in a baseball stadium and glimpse he had, of hundreds of people reaching for a baseball hit into the grandstand. And he said it’s not the writer’s task to describe the thoughts of an adulterous woman, looking out a window at streaks of rain, running down the glass. We need to understand those four hundred people, reaching for the baseball. Those 10, or 20,000 people heading for the exits as the ballgame ends. Moral judgments, Cheever said, embodied in a migratory vastness. So, the writer is in history. Fully engaged in contemporary life, connected to the turmoil, the clash of voices.
Mao II excerpt:
“You know why I believe in the novel? It’s a democratic shout. Anybody can write a great novel. One great novel. Almost any amateur off the street. I believe this. Some nameless drudge, some desperado with barely a nurtured dream can sit down and find his voice and luck out and do it. Something so angelic it makes your jaw hang open. The spray of talent, the spray of ideas. One thing, unlike another. One voice, unlike the rest. Ambiguities, contradictions, whispers, hints.”
Delillo:
With the crowds gone, the city is abandoned to its images. Empty, lonely, and beautiful in a way. Beautifully forlorn. Words dangling in the sky. Words and images, a fragmented image that’s totally familiar to everyone. That doesn’t need translating into Japanese, or Spanish. Brand names, jingles, slogans, news flashes. Every kind of message to gather against the fear, and loneliness of city life.
It’s all language. It’s what a writer uses.
Libra excerpt:
“There was something in Oswald’s face, a glance at the camera before he was shot that put him here in the audience, among the rest of us. Sleepless in our homes. A glance, a way of telling us that he knows who we are and how we feel. Something in the look, some sly intelligence. Exceedingly brief, but far-reaching. A connection, all but bleached away by glare, tells us that he is outside the moment, watching with the rest of us.”
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2020.08.27 02:48 kennethangered Your ego is the 'antichrist'

TL/DR: You are that which is reading this right now, that which you are not is that which is thinking about what you are reading right now.
TL/DR take 2: Hang onto your ego, to quote the Beach Boys. But do so loosely, to quote 38 Special.
“Where is it that we were together? Who were you that I lived with? The brother. The friend. Darkness, light. Strife and love. Are they the workings of one mind? The features of the same face? Oh, my soul. Let me be in you now. Look out through my eyes. Look out at the things you made. All things shining.” ~ The Thin Red Line, dir. Terrence Malick (1998)
“Years will come and years will go I just wanted you to know That people places names and faces Are dying in the skies before they're born And you can't turn those feelings off Even though you can make them stop It was told in times that came before That someone with less would give you more” ~ Hella, Anarchists Just Wanna Have Fun
Two Egos: The first thing to get out of the way is the two egos, because there are two in our lexicon and the vast majority of people confuse or conflate them. The first ego is the one stemming from ancient philosophy and early-20th century psychoanalysis. This ego is more or less synonymous with your waking consciousness. It is that which is reading these words this very moment, aware of the sensation of the floor against the soles of your feet and the fabric of your shirt on your torso, and that which is receiving thoughts or impressions from your subconscious mind about what you’d really, really like to have for dinner. This ego, at least in the Jungian sense, is the conscious awareness which is spread throughout the entire human body (if you so wish, you could include the chakras or the mapping of the sefirot onto the body in order to understand this; as in, ‘heart-mind’ or ‘gut feeling’--it is important to note that we have neurons in the heart and the gut, not only in the brain).
The intellect, or rational and logical mind, is not synonymous with this ego--although it’s an integral and key component of it. Speaking mythologically, this is the promethean ha-satan (I am speaking gnostically as well as mythologically, this satan is not the satan of traditional myth or, rather, it is a different angle from which to view this force) who desires to grab the fruit from the tree and have the scales fall from its eyes. It is the root of curiosity, understanding, discernment, and self-consciousness. Often, this is a component of what people conflate with the second ego. Because in this intellect there is a strong push or pull towards pride and arrogance.
The other ego, though, is not at all synonymous (at least in totality) with pride or arrogance. The second ego, and the word used to describe it, comes from poor translations and Westernized speculations and commentaries on Eastern religious texts, specifically Buddhism and the doctrine of anatta (no-self). The word 'ego' was already by the 1950s and 1960s (when this change in understanding more or less took place in the West, and in America specifically) conflated with the phenomenon (or sin, depending on your persuasion) of pride and/or vanity. And in a sense, this is an accurate use of the second term although it’s highly limited. The problem with Westerners coming to Buddhism, Vedanta, or any other Eastern tradition is that we inevitably bring our cultural baggage to that ‘new’ religious tradition--and the notions of pride and vanity are a part of that baggage. No-self or anatta, although different in kind and degree, could be compared more accurately to a passage from the NT in Galatians, “I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.” (Galatians, 2:20). Basically, and I will try to use language to describe what this means in lay terms--a horribly ill-suited means for articulating these kinds of notions or ideas (hence myth and art)--is that the One of reality is not One unless it includes, transcends, and works through you. You, yourself, are an aspect of this divine One. And, in fact, this divine One ‘uses’ you (not in an exploitative, slave/master way but rather think of it as a person using their hands to feed themselves food) in its never-ending act of creation (Genesis is a ‘metaphor’ for all times and places). In this sense, you have no ‘self’ because whatever this self is is actually an emanation and articulation of this One’s activity--your conscious ego (of my first definition) is ‘on loan’ from on high. And, in the gnostic sense, this ego or waking consciousness is actually a ‘descent’ of this One into matter and temporal limitation (Thou art That; As Above, So Below). This is the core of the Western awakening experience and, essentially, the core of all Western mysticism, magick, and occultism. The second ego, that which is most-often conflated and confused with the first, is the thing standing in your way of experiencing and realizing this for yourself at a visceral level (reading this and understanding what I mean doesn’t suffice, you have to experience this for yourself regardless of how many books, YouTube videos, podcasts, or meditation retreats you consume; be wary of spiritual bypassing and/or spiritual materialism).
This second ego is, like the first, both individual and collective. By this I mean that, like with the first ego, every single one of us has subjective awareness and sense-experience. It is in this subjectivity that you will experience your ego, but it is not necessarily where you will experience another’s ego. And, in fact, it will come down heavily to your degree of self-awareness whether you will in fact be able to discern your ego from the rest of your conscious faculties. To help understand what I mean, I like to illustrate the ego as like an extra layer or shirt of protection. You wear a shirt or a coat to protect yourself from the elements, to hide your body either due to shame, dignity, or politeness, and to show off who you think you are or what you want others to think you are. This second ego works in a very, very similar fashion. It is the sense of separateness innate to our conscious experience, a layer of psychological protection that allows the first ego to simply function in any way whatsoever. It is that which allows you to know, instinctively, one object from another (unless you are in dire need of psychiatric help I would hope you could tell the difference between a banana and a Volkswagen, for example). It is also that which allows you to discern what is right from what is wrong (I don’t necessarily mean this in a moralistic or Judeo-Christian sense, although a recognition of what ‘sin’ means would help: it means to miss the mark, to make a mistake) for you, your loved ones, family, community, country, planet, and cosmos. And, conversely, it is also that which can delude you into thinking you yourself know far more than you actually do. For instance, this ego (sense of separateness) fights tooth and nail to be considered different from those around itself. In many ways it is different (everyone has their own unique path through this life), but this can be carried to horrifying levels of racism, sexism, nationalism, and on and on. And, in an ironic twist, it can convince one that they themselves are so virtuous that never would they ever commit the crimes or atrocities connected to the aforementioned ‘isms’--which couldn’t be further from the truth. It is both that which allows you to escape karma (which can only really be ‘escaped’ in relative terms while incarnated) and also that which allows one to create more of it. Karma, sans creeds and dogmas of moralization, is simply cause-and-effect.
But Why is it the Antichrist?: The antichrist is, despite pop culture items like The Omen, not necessarily an embodied individual or ego (of the first definition). The antichrist can be discerned by, basically, taking a sober and open-minded look at who Jesus the Christ was (or was thought or written down as being) and thinking critically of what the opposite of that would be. Christ was an individual. Christ was one with the Father (Thou art That; As Above, So Below). Christ worked miracles not from himself, but through the Father. Christ wouldn’t even consider himself a good person, “Why do you call me good?” Jesus answered. “No one is good--except God alone.” (Mark, 10:18). And he took the sins (mistakes of higher and lower degrees) of humanity upon himself and, although I know he is a controversial public figure, I think Jordan Peterson is right on this meaning that Christ realized on a deep, cosmic level that he was capable and perhaps even inclined to do and partake in all the worst acts that humans are capable of (something our second ego fights vehemently against). Also, in Jung's Answer to Job (where Jung views and articulates Yahweh not so much as a metaphysical reality but rather as a literary figure), God is presented as nearly-unconscious or sleepwalking through actions before becoming incarnated as Jesus the Christ. In other words, God had to experience God through being separate from God in order to realize his own cruelty through Satan (Satan, in Job, makes a bet with God to see if the righteous Job will betray his love and worship of God and, to do this, Satan pretty much takes everything from Job but his life) in order to change into the all-loving God as depicted within Christian myth--I do not, personally, feel this way but it's pretty damn close to my own opinion or belief on the relation of God to Satan.
So, what would the opposite of this be?
Let's start with the notion of the individual or individualism, as that’s part of what the antichrist most favors becoming and denouncing (the second ego, or antichrist, both loves and hates everything--but only in the name of itself). Often, the way we in our culture pursue individualism or individuality is through peacocking. We desire to show ourselves off, to make a fuss about who we think we are and demand that others (in one way or another) not only recognize and respect this, but fall in love with it. This pattern is pretty much everywhere, but you can see it most clearly in adolescents when they are attempting to fit into a particular clique or subculture or, conversely, rail as hard as they can against all cliques and subcultures as your stereotypical internet edgelord (I was one of them). This is fine for the most part, but it becomes pathological when one begins to see their own group as inherently conflicting or in opposition to another (whether this is true or not is not the point, because all that matters for this particular phenomena is the perception of opposition). At best, you have mods and rockers duking it out at Brighton Beach. At worst, you have hundreds of millions dead during the first seventy years of the 20th century. The first aspect, the desiring to belong or become something else, is a fine pursuit and goal. But the ego cannot stand stopping at that, it must destroy (either internally or externally) that which it deems opposed to its own goals, identities, values, or history. And no psychological factor can be destroyed, it can either be sublimated into a higher goal or mode of being or relegated to the shadow (“The stone which the builders had rejected has become the cornerstone,” Psalm 118:22) where it exerts its influence and control of the conscious ego from the sidelines, in the dark, and subtly but with great personal and collective devastation--you can see this in everything from superstitions, rationalizations of behavior, addictions, violent outbursts, and so on. The ego will always fail to inform you of the immortality of psychological processes (archetypes, spirits, gods, demons, angels, and so on--not the conscious ego itself, although I have faith that that too is immortal, although not in the way most probably assume or believe it to be). It will tell you, either with urges, articulated thought, or--if stemming from outside yourself--campaign slogans and advertisements, that the promised land is just on the other side of the hill called ‘them’ or ‘it’. And that the proper way to reach the other side is to, in one way or another, destroy this ‘them’ or ‘it’ (it could be capitalism, communism, acne, love handles, your virginity, your parents, your children, your friends, your society, and even yourself in the case of suicidal ideation).
What does it mean to be one with the Father?
In a certain sense, it is to become connected to the source of all being in such a way that the charade of the ego (in this sense, it’s best to see the ego as aligned and almost synonymous with either the Buddhist Maya or the Christian Satan) and the game it has played on us at least since the dawn of the agrarian revolution (although I’m fairly certain it’s been with us as a psychological function for far, far longer and is probably an outgrowth of the massive increase in the homo genus’ brain size over the last few hundred million years). I pick this date or era (that of the agrarian revolution), because it was perhaps the schism point between humans as social entities and between humans and nature itself. No longer would tribes be limited to a few hundred, because now you could coordinate and make enough food, homes, and goods for thousands. This required strict adherence to hierarchical dominion, partitioning of labor, introduction of moral codes, policing, and eventually slavery. It also meant the codification and dogmatizing of spirituality which, until then, was mainly handled by shamanistic types who would help a tribe with physical, spiritual, and mental health. No longer could you and I, members of the same tribe, see ourselves or even behave as if we were on the same level playing field in acting towards the betterment of our group, tribe, or nation. There would now be middle-men, deferrals, classes, and whole mythologies worked up and given to us in order to make us okay and complacent with this new reality. Currency, also, was developed as a means to motivate and fool people into doing labor which they would otherwise loath (a practice which we are all still, sadly, abundantly in the throes of). In more ways than one, this history was necessary in order for us as a species to get to where we are now and much of the ills of our past were due to ignorance of one another’s intrinsic divine qualities but, to be one with the Father (and you really, really don’t need to consider it as ‘one with the Father’; you could equally feel one with the mother or goddess/god because, in this and other aspects of spirituality, language can be more of a hindrance than an advantage) these veils of illusion absolutely need to fall. Currency (and this goes for all currency) is inherently valueless, it only has value because we project value upon it. The degree to which a McDonald’s employee helps society may be different than the degree to which a politician, fire fighter, or schoolteacher does but, at the end of the day, they both work towards the betterment of society and are integral components of that society. Simply because you or someone else is in some kind of leadership or prestige position does not make you or them either higher or lower, more connected or less connected to divinity, or, in some cases, more or less important to that society’s functioning. Of course someone in leadership positions can do and change more in any given society, but the actions of a nearly-anonymous citizen will reverberate in subtle ways beyond themselves and can, over a long enough period of time, butterfly effect into something just as grand as any politician’s actions. When the veil falls and you see yourself as one with divinity and the cosmos, the distinctions and classifications of the ego do not so much go away or vanish as they are diminished and relativized in relation to that divinity. A king of the world is nothing but dust in the eyes of God and, to quote a paraphrase of the Bhagavad Gita by the one and only Duncan Trussell (Clancy in The Midnight Gospel), “It is better to be an honest street sweeper than a dishonest king.” Being one with the Father has you realizing that no sin (remember, mistake) is unforgiven, that all the faults and missteps merely led you to the moment where you became one with divinity, and that the you you have been trying to run away from for years is where you actually belong and that this tiny, miniscule, nearly-helpless individual that you are is anointed. You may have problems and difficulties, fears and mental perturbations, hallucinations and delusions, sexual hangups and shameful fetishes, but there is absolutely nothing inherently wrong with you ever.
What does it mean if a being works miracles not through itself, but through its source?
This part is heavily tied with the one right after it, that of humility in the face of Goodness itself. Many of these work on, stem from, and have their bearing in relation to other aspects of Christ. This part will, generally speaking, only be an issue for those who practice any sort of magick. For instance, if you do a ritual with the aim of causing some change within reality and that change occurs, it is very easy to believe and assume that you yourself caused that change. And the ego, for its part, will damn well make sure you feel this way. But the truth is that, really, divinity did what it did because that’s what divinity does. God (or whatever term you may prefer) is continually at every moment attempting to shower us with love but our egos, for one reason or another, block this and work to make us feel as if love were a limited resource on this planet. I should note that in this sense, every desired object or experience is a representation from on high of love--love is within and transcends all things everywhere, regardless of how terrible. So a new car, relationship, job, or even the loss of the above is a representation of love. But I wouldn’t even dare to try and use logic or reasoning to prove this because, for what it's worth, you absolutely must feel loss when it occurs for you (so long, of course, that you actually felt some sort of connection to the lost thing itself). So if you are playing around with The Secret, Chaos Magick, or any other mode of manifestation I would highly advise you to do so with the knowledge that your ego will try to steal the very message this miracle is meant to show which is, essentially, that you already possess everything you desire (you just have to remember that you do). And also that, at the end of the day, all things come from and return to the source from which they came--you can’t take whatever it is with you.
And what does it mean to take the sins of others upon yourself?
It is not, in a literal sense, taking responsibility for them although there is an aspect of your consciousness which is seeped in and takes part in that of others (but this is not the same as being the one who commits any given sinful act). Rather, as Jordan Peterson (I’m aware of how controversial he is, but the man deserves credit on this front because otherwise I’d be accused of stealing this notion) has pointed out, it is the visceral conscious realization that that which we call evil and sin is housed within each and every ego (of the first sense) and psyche. The predilection towards harm or destruction merely for the sake of harm or destruction is within all of us to pretty much the same degree, it’s just that some of us find ourselves in positions of opportunity while others do not. It is fundamentally a human aspect of a divine principle of negation, because without negation no act of creation could ever take place. But, in the case of evil deeds or inclinations, it is negation without any genuine thought of addition; the two key components for any act of creation. As an example, if you wish to lose weight you absolutely must change your diet. But a negation without addition (in this case, substituting one food for another) would be anorexic and devastating to the individual’s health. One must sublimate an urge deemed negative into something else, but you cannot do that with negation because negation is always aching for its addition (hence the Jungian shadow, which is an outgrowth of this stalled function). Having the veil fall is not only a positive, heartwarming experience. To become one with the One is to realize that, like the One, you and I are capable (and, in fact, willing) to commit and partake in pretty much any atrocity if that atrocity aligns with our emotional impulses (in which case our second ego will rationalise it as ‘acceptable’). But to take the sins of others onto yourself is to take responsibility for those atrocities in such a way so that you, if only you, never partake in them ever again.
So with all this in mind, how is this second ego synonymous with the antichrist?
Since I am averse to strict dogma, creeds, or traditions that would desire me or anyone else to scrape their knees before divinity I cannot assent directly to any orthodox notion of what the antichrist is other than it being polarly opposed or in contradiction to Christ (not so much the individual Jesus the Christ of 2,000+ years ago, but to the title of Christ--The Anointed One). In this case, then, the antichrist is not any single individual person although, like with the second ego definition, it is experienced subjectively (although you do of course encounter the egos of others all the time). I will say here that it is really, really hard to pin down (aside from what I’ve already written) how to recognize the ego when it shows itself. Sometimes it is obvious, as when you consciously think demeaning thoughts or idolizing thoughts regarding another person. Other times, it slips in quietly and makes off with all your emotional stability (parable of the thief in the night). A good measure would be to take note of how many varied “I’s” you have running around in your head and how much, almost instinctively, you take this to be you speaking to you (it is not). Although I have admittedly received many ideas from Jung and Jungian theorists, I admit that thoughts as they present themselves to us are habituated patterns of language sourced from every conversation we’ve ever had, film we’ve watched, song we’ve heard, book we’ve read, or have overheard from others (in other words, on a surface level they are only sometimes aligned with reality). This “I” inside, the loudest one and the most-commonly heard, is usually a hodgepodge of who you really are innately and whatever it is you’ve been told you are by others (be they parents, friends, lovers, or authority figures of any and every stripe) and this “I”’s job is to navigate and bring coherence to these disparate notions of who or what you are--which would be a positive function of our second ego. It becomes the antichrist only when this “I” is in direct opposition to who you really are (which is never total because even the most devastatingly depressed person has a favorite flavor of soda) and begins to influence decisions you make within the outer reality which will go on and on and on creating more negativity within the world or, to put it simply, creating more karma to work through on the road to enlightenment.
To close, I would like to point out that once this recognition is had most fears and superstitions regarding the antichrist pretty much fall away (which is really good for Christians or those who, like myself, were raised Christian but eventually denounced or left the faith). This is because you realize that, fundamentally, it is only your ego that needs taking care of. It is not and has never been your job to force another to change (which isn’t to say you ought not confront those who annoy, harm, or otherwise disturb you--it is merely the realization that you simply cannot alter another being’s free will). And that now, in the 21st century, there are resources in abundance to help you navigate how to confront and sublimate your ego towards the good (although I would advise you to use this ego and its positive function of discernment in order to separate the bullshit from the pearls--and only you can tell what those pearls are). I also wrote this out because I believe the ego is fading in its influence over people but, as it fades, it will fight tooth and nail to maintain control over each and every conscious ego it’s attached to (watch the news if you want my proof of this). If, for whatever reason, what I am saying makes no sense and you think I’m deluded then walk away from everything I have written and forget about it. If, for whatever reason, what I have written resonates with you then do not thank me or give me credit for this. I am paraphrasing most of what I’ve written from Carl Jung, the Gospels and Revelations, Aldous Huxley, Ram Dass, Erich Neumann, various psychologists who--if I were to list their names--would take up an entire new paragraph, various Kabbalists and Christian esotericists (Rav Berg and Valentin Tomberg being the main two, with a hell of a lot of Soren Kierkegaard thrown in), magicians like Aleister Crowley, Israel Regardie, Jason Louv, and Damien Echols, as well as that thing I’d consider least convincing or persuasive of all, my personal meditative and/or entheogenic (psychedelic) experiences.
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2020.08.25 16:33 the_comatorium [For Sale] Race for Space PART TWO -- Titles added -- ATCQ/Animals as Leaders/Have a Nice Life/Misfits/Pink Floyd/90's Pressings/Jazz/Swans

PART TWO. TITLES ADDED.
Help me clear shelf space everybody! Guys, these are my personal records. I cared for them. I bled for them. I'm giving them to you! I grade conservatively. Expect to be satisfied with your purchase but also pay attention to the grades. Some are definitely used my dudes.
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A Tribe Called Quest ‎– New School "Funky Tribe" Mixes - NM/NM - $5
A Tribe Called Quest ‎– We Got It From Here…Thank You 4 Your Service - NM/VG+ - $20
Allman Brothers Band ‎– At Fillmore East - VG+/VG+ - $15 - 70's reissue
Amateur Soundtrack - A Film By Hal Hartley - NM/VG+ - $20 - Great 90's rock on here.
Animals as Leaders - Weightless - NM/NM - $40 - Teal vinyl.
Julianna Barwick ‎– Nepenthe - VG+/VG - $8
Robbie Basho ‎– Art Of The Acoustic Steel String Guitar 6 & 12 - NM/NM - $12 - 1982 Repress
Beaver Harris: The 360 Degree Music Experience ‎– From Rag Time To No Time - VG+/G+ - $8 - Taped top seam.
Jorge Ben ‎– África Brasil - NM/NM - $20 - Yellow VMP
George Benson ‎– White Rabbit - NM/VG - $5
Botanist ‎– VI: Flora - NM/NM - $18 - Violet Repress
David Bowie ‎– The Man Who Sold The World - VG+/VG+ - $15 - This is one of the fake ones.
Buzz Hungry ‎– Fried Like A Man - NM/VG+ - $8
David Byrne ‎– American Utopia - NM/NM - $10
The Clientele ‎– Suburban Light - NM/NM - $15 - 2014 Press.
Crown Larks - Blood Dancer - NM/NM - $5*
Dark Dark Dark ‎– Bright Bright Bright - NM/NM - $20
Melanie De Biasio ‎– Blackened Cities - NM/NM - 22
Deafheaven ‎– Ordinary Corrupt Human Love - SEALED - $25 - Yellow VMP
The Delta 72 ‎– The R&B Of Membership - VG+/NM - $15
The Dillards ‎– Live... Almost - VG+/VG+ - $5 - Early reissue.
Donovan ‎– Sunshine Superman - VG/VG+ - $10 - 1966 Mono
Digital Underground ‎– The Humpty Dance - G+/G+ - $3
Drakkar Nowhere ‎– Drakkar Nowhere - NM/NM - $15 - You'd like this if you like Kikagaku Gizzard and the Khruangbin Impala.
Dustdevils ‎– Struggling Electric And Chemical - VG+/VG+ - $12
Dustdevils - Geek Drip - VG+/VG+ - $10
Friday Group ‎– Friday Group - NM/NM - $4 - Creepy stuff.
Future Islands - Singles - NM/NM - $15
Gut Bank ‎– The Dark Ages - NM/VG+ - $4
Jonny Greenwood ‎– Inherent Vice: Selections From The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack - NM/VG+ - $7
Johnny Griffin ‎– A Blowing Session - NM/NM - $30 - VMP Edition
Herbie Hancock & Foday Musa Suso ‎– Village Life - NM/VG+ - $7
Have a Nice Life - Sea if Worry - NM/NM - $26 - Played once. Clear with black splatter.
Hellnation ‎– Your Chaos Days Are Numbered - VG/VG - $12
Hop Along ‎– Painted Shut - NM/NM - $15 - Misprint version on discogs.
Freddie Hubbard ‎– Sing Me A Song Of Songmy, A Fantasy For Electromagnetic Tape - VG+/VG+ - $10 - Somewhat recent reissue with a barcode. Early 2000's or 90's.
Freddie Hubbard ‎– Polar AC - VG/VG - $8 - White label promo
I Am The Resurrection: A Tribute To John Fahey - NM/NM - $5 - Pretty great comp for the price.
Judas Horse - Holy War - NM/NM - $5
June of 44 - Tropics and Meridians - VG+/VG+ - $30 - Original pressing.
June Of 44 ‎– Four Great Points - VG+/VG+ - $20 - Original pressing
June Of 44 ‎– Anahata - VG+/VG+ - $15 - Original Pressing.
Taj Mahal - The Natch'l Blues AND Recycling the Blues and Other Related Stuff - VG+/G+/VG+/G - Take both for $5
Misfits - Static Age - NM/NM - $15 - Recent repress.
Misfits - Legacy of Brutality - NM/VG+ - $10 - Recent repress.
Odd Nosdam ‎– Level Live Wires - VG+/VG+ - $10 - 2007 pressing.
Tara Jane ONeil ‎– In The Sun Lines - VG/VG+ - $5
Orquestra Mirasol ‎– D'Oca A Oca I Tira Que Et Toca - VG/VG - $15 - Funky jazz fusion stuff from Spain.
Pill - Convenience - NM/NM - $5
Pink Floyd ‎– Atom Heart Mother - VG+/VG+ - $18 - 1983 reissue.
Pink Floyd ‎– Relics - A Bizarre Collection Of Antiques & Curios - VG+/VG+ - $15 - 1971 Repress
Pink Floyd - Meddle - NM/VG+ - $25 - 1975 Reissue.
Iggy Pop ‎– Post Pop Depression - NM/VG+ - $15
? Question Mark And The Mysterians ‎– 96 Tears - G+/VG - $10 - Original Mono. Marked up a bit.
Rainer Maria ‎– Look Now Look Again - VG/G+ - $10 - Water damage to sleeve but still in shrink. Honestly not that bad at all.
Return To Forever ‎– Musicmagic - VG+/VG+ - $3
Scale The Summit ‎– The Migration - NM/NM - $26 - White Vinyl.
Slint - Tweez - NM/VG+ - $12 - 2004 reissue.
Smog - Knock Knock - NM/NM - $30 - 1999 pressing.
Buddy Spicher & Buddy Emmons ‎– Buddies - VG+/VG - $3 - Great if you like lapsteel guitar.
Swans - Cop - NM/NM - $60 - UK FIRST PRESSING
Swans - A Screw - VG+/VG+ - $15 - 1986 US pressing.
SZA - Ctrl - NM/NM - $20 - Green vinyl.
Gabor Szabo ‎– Blowin' Some Old Smoke - VG+/VG+ - $5
Tonstartssbandht ‎– Sorcerer - NM/NM - $12
Trans Am - Illegal Ass - NM/NM - $8
Tycho - Awake - NM/NM - $15 - Standard 2014 black version.
Wayne Szalinski ‎– Black Mirror - NM/NM - $16
Unwound - Challenge for a Civilized Society - VG+/VG+ - $30 - Original press.
Chelsea Wolfe - Abyss - NM.VG+ - $20
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2020.08.24 02:46 nycreader314 What's Going On Here: The Ateez MV Universe as of Thanxx, a Summary

First of all, Mods, I beseech you not to delete this. A postulating theory post this is not; rather, I'm just compiling all the confirmed information we have about the Ateez universe at this point in time, as well as the most populawidely accepted theories surrounding it. This is to help new (and old) Atinys figure out what the hell is going on, not for me to wax poetic about my own opinions, so please let it live. :,) also the theory megathread is a lil old.
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Alright folks. Here we are; with Thanxx released and Zero Pt. 1 (most likely) at its storytelling conclusion, I thought it'd be good for us all to revisit what we know and don't know about the Ateez universe at this point in time, so I did my best to compile the widely accepted MV order, a basic summary of each music video's key points (and common theories), and what symbols/objects seem to have some reoccurring significance in regards to the story. If there is something I missed, or something that sounds incorrect to you, do let me know and I'll fix it. This is a living document; I intend it to be a marking point for all of us to look back on and laugh at how wrong we were.
Anyway, without further ado...
MUSIC VIDEO STORY ORDER (from earliest to latest)
*The Aurora MV is the only one that isn’t really connected to the storyline, and while Utopia is, it doesn’t really have a chronological place in it.
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DIARY FILM (DF): Arguably the most important puzzle piece in the storyline's canon, here we learn that the eight members of Ateez are friends who keep getting separated by various circumstances. Injuries, work, fights, their own selfishness, etc. all drive them apart, to the point that we now find them in separate dimensions. It's still unclear as to if these separate dimensions are literal or metaphorical, but most signs point to the former. Hongjoong is visited in a dream by the Man in Black, who hands him a magical hourglass. Upon waking, he uses the hourglass to rewind time back to before the eight of them split up, and the film ends with the other seven members surrounding Hongjoong with blank faces, almost as though waiting for him to say something. (Perchance...to say their names?)
Things to note:
INCEPTION: Directly tied to the Diary Film, it seems that Inception either happens right before DF, or concurrently with it. The video shows the members asleep in the same bed in their eight separate dimensions, and how they are searching for each other within the dreamscape. However, upon waking, they are disappointed to see themselves alone again. Dreams are a massive part of most Ateez MVs, and it's believed that the eight members have a power that allows them to share their dreams with one another. The video ends with Dream Hongjoong running into his own sleeping body. Upon impact, the other members wake up, but Hongjoong finds him trapped in a dark and empty dimension. Do we know why? Nope! But here are the main theories: 1) he sacrificed himself so that the others could be woken up, 2) he left the shared dream world for his solitary one, which is where he meets the Man in Black from DF, placing Inception's ending at the start of the DF. We're definitely still waiting for answers on this one, though.
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THANXX: (Note: this one is more based on my own theories since the MV just came out, will update when I see more, though.) Thanxx takes place shortly after the events of Inception/DF. It seems the members are back in reality together (likely after Hongjoong's use of the hourglass), but are unhappy with their role in society. Hongjoong, knowing that their individual unhappinesses was what caused them to split apart last time, leads the group to shirk society and become pirates—woohoo! Let's go Treasure series!
Things to note:
HALA HALA (HH): Hala Hala doesn’t really have a “plot” as much as their other videos, but essentially introduces the main “villains” (we don’t know if they’re actually evil or not, but they do have some antagonist qualities) of the series, who we have dubbed “Halateez.” These are versions of Ateez from an alternate dimension who appear in most of the MVs after this one—the man in black who gave Hongjoong his hourglass was the Halateez Hongjoong.
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SAY MY NAME (SMN): We have confirmation from Hongjoong that SMN is a prequel to the rest of the Treasure series. Here, we meet Ateez in abandoned museum, after being called upon by Hongjoong and his trumpet. We see them hastily searching for information, and notice that they're wearing name-tags/have files on themselves. Based on the events of Inception/Thanxx, which precede SMN, this points to the theory that they're creating new identities for their pirate-sonas.* Part of this involves interviewing Halateez—minus Yeosang, who is trapped in a box and seemingly taunted by one of the Halateez members. At one point, Halateez Seonghwa removes his mask, startling the real Seonghwa into the realization that Halateez are other versions of themselves. This prompts the real Ateez to destroy all the information they've gathered and leave the museum. The choreography is performed by both Ateez and Halateez, implying they're both about to go out on the same journey. The final shot shows Yeosang's box, now empty.
Things to note:
(* Fine I lied okay I'm a dirty liar I am throwing one personal theory in here, and it's that every time Hongjoong uses the hourglass, the other members forget who they are, so they're using the Halateez members to learn about themselves. I'm sorry this is not a popular theory at all I just have a #HongjoongIsTheVillain agenda and I must promote it, forgive me mods.)
PIRATE KING (PK)/TREASURE: Neither have much going on in terms of overarching narrative, but are chronologically the start of their pirating journey. There is a popular theory that the Ateez in PK are the real Ateez, while the Ateez in Treasure is Halateez. Neat, yeah?
Things to note:
ILLUSION: Illusion occurs entirely in the dreamscape, likely the same one we're introduced to in Inception and that we'll later meet again in Utopia. On the surface-level, it's a happy, cute concept, but the lyrics tell a different story. Multiple members comment that they don't know where they are, when they are, or who they are, but are encouraged by Hongjoong (and to an extent, Mingi) to ignore their concerns and enjoy this paradise. Looking closer, you'll notice some Halateez uniform pieces strewn about the backgrounds of some shots. Again this presents a few main theories, all of which are equally likely: 1) all the members in the dream are Halateez, 2) everyone but Hongjoong are Halateez, and he's tricking them to stay in the dream (going along with the self-sacrifice theme from Inception), 3) Hongjoong is the Halateez member, or 4) these are all the real Ateez, and they're trapped in the dream by Halateez, because...(see "Wave).
Things to note:
WAVE: Starting at Illusion's conclusion, the members are all shown waking up (except Wooyoung, but more on that in a second). They come together and celebrate being free of the illusion, and reach the peak of happiness in all of the Treasure series.
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WONDERLAND (WL): Oh, Wonderland. You beautiful, divisive creature. There are about a million theories on WL, and no real agreement, so here's the one I find most plausible: the "Wonderland" we see is actually the Halateez dimension, and the militaristic, uniformed Ateez we see are Halateez, while the plainclothes ones are the real Ateez. Obviously this world looks horrifying, so why would the real Ateez want to come here? Well, as I said: we never see Wooyoung wake up at the end of Illusion, and we know a Halateez member escaped illusion with the real Ateez. It seems that Halateez has had Wooyoung as a prisoner since that point—as shown by the chains he's wearing in the video. The rest of Ateez braves "Wonderland" to save him, and finally, the real Ateez is united again...or are they?
Things to note (deep breath):
UTOPIA: Before we get to Answer, a word on Utopia. There's no agreed upon place for Utopia in the chronology of videos, because it's merely a general representation of Ateez in the dreamscape. It consists of many shots of various members looking confused upon "waking up" in the dreamscape, and wandering around it. There are also a few scenes that take place in movie theatre seats, where various members watch something off-screen. Going off the "screens are windows into other dimensions" rule we've already established, that's likely what they're doing here.
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ANSWER: Another reunion, like Wave, but the mood is different, more somber. Real Ateez toasts to their coming together, and the fact that they've grown strong enough to no longer "be afraid." We don't know exactly what happens between WL and Answer, but we can logically assume they defeated/impressed Halateez to an extent that they now have respect for one another (they share a meal together, after all). Hongjoong is seen clinking glasses with his Halateez counterpart, indicating a deal has been made between them. Likely in relationship to the DF. I mean, no one thinks Halateez Hongjoong gave away a magical hourglass for free, right?
But then...destruction! Chaos! The Man in White! What does it mean? Well, clearly both Ateez and Halateez vacated the premises with haste, either anticipating the Man in White, or after having some sort of fight (explaining the mess). We can assume the hourglass was used for their quick exit (Wooyoung's solo scene shows snow falling upwards, much like the furniture levitating in DF when the hourglass was last used). Based on the members' solo scenes, we can guess where they all ended up:
  1. Seonghwa and Jongho – They are both shown to be in the same purple-clad, fabric area. Some people think it represents Illusion.
  2. Mingi is stranded on a boat. I have no further explanation.
  3. Wherever they are, Yeosang, Wooyoung, and San seem to have gone together, as there is a shot of the three of them inside of the hourglass itself. Considering Yeosang has a moment where he is in the desert from Pirate King, it’s quite possible that the three of them were sent back to Pirate King era.
  4. Yunho is alone in a room of mirrors, which is very similar to the room of mirrors from their Utopia music video, which took place in the dreamscape. As DF, Inception, and SMN have shown, mirrors (and televisions) can be used as windows into other dimensions; wherever Yunho is, he’s separated from the others again and is trying to find them, but only sees himself.
  5. I’ll be real. No clue about Hongjoong. He’s shown inside of a clock, which implies that he’s going on his own to find everyone again, but I have no idea where exactly he is.
Things to note:
No one has any clue who the man in white is and anyone who says they do is a liar.
The end.
JK...WHERE ARE WE NOW: We're in one of two places. Assuming that the rest of the Zero series is also a prequel to the Treasure series, then we're likely not going to get the next chapter in Ateez's story (or any answers about the series) for quite some time. If the rest of the Zero series is not a prequel, though, then hopefully the next comeback will take us to another realm/dimension post-Answer, where the boys fight their way to each other again (and maybe with a new aesthetic concept).
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IMPORTANT/REOCCURING SYMBOLS
The Hourglass: Obviously the most important symbol of all, we now know that the hourglass is the members' ticket to other dimensions/time periods. An hourglass can be found in at least one music video per era, other than Pirate King.
The Circle Formation: Ateez likes being in a circle with one membeobject in the middle. We see this in DF, directly after HJ uses the hourglass to reunite them. We see them recreate this formation in Say My Name (where they surround the trumpet) and in Wave (where they surround Mingi). It can also be called the "reunion" formation, since that's when it's usually utilized. The fact that the members have only surrounded Mingi and Hongjoong seems relevant as all, as (like I mentioned in the Inception section), they seem to have some powers that the others do not.
The Trumpet/Megaphone: We jump between which is used, but either a Trumpet or Megaphone is held by Hongjoong in multiple different videos. It is used to call the other members to him.
Televisions: TV screens are used to see into other dimensions. Hongjoong affirms this in DF, and we see the concept used again in Inception and Answer.
Mirrors: I hope no one who works for Ateez is superstitious, because boy oh boy these boys break a lot of mirrors. Like the televisions, they seem to be windows into other worlds—or, more specifically, windows into seeing members of Halateez. This motif is most present in Say My Name, Utopia, Answer.
The Compass/Telescope: Compasses and telescopes appear a lot in their videos, which makes sense, because pirates. There is a popular theory that Yunho somehow uses the compass to control Ateez, but we don't have time to get into all that.
Fire: Ateez arsonists confirmed? Seriously, these guys love setting things on fire and talking about burning. A lot. I'm not sure if it means anything thematically, maybe it's just "heheh fire cool," but there's so much fire all the time that I felt remiss not mentioning it.
Peter Pan/Immortality: Whether it be direct references to Peter Pan in Wonderland, references to "living younger" in Fever, or just themes of immortality, it's clear Ateez has an obsession with not aging and letting go of youth. Hongjoong specifically seems committed to keeping his friends together, and clings to the brief memories of happiness shown in Diary Film, constantly trying to recreate them. As Hongjoong's stage name was originally going to be Peter Pan, and, you know, pirates, it's quite possible that Hongjoong is Peter Pan, and the others are the Lost Boys.
Never Knowing Who is Who: This is just a general thing, but we literally never seem to know who is the real Ateez and who is Halateez, and that stresses me out. I think the only time I'm truly confident is Answer, but even then? Who knows! KQ give us answers at some point.
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WHAT DON'T WE KNOW?
Okay my fingers hurt. That's enough for now. Mods, I swear if you delete this I will cry. I am not a dirty theorist, I promise, I'm just trying to get us—the collective—on the same page. To that extent: anyone who thinks I missed something, or thinks I'm totally off-base (though this post was based on watching every single popular theory video on YouTube, as well as rewatching the videos myself to find things to point out) let me know, and I'll most likely add your thoughts.
Thanxx.
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CREDITS
General: Myself (u/nycreader314).
YouTube: KQ Entertainment, Ateez Official, Bookish Theories, Atinybong Theories, ateezfan, FixOn8, YOOCH, 김일오, various clips from the film Inception.
Reddit Contributions: u/yvespunk
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2020.08.18 08:36 BigFish1293 Stories for my Monsterverse (Phase 1)

Hello there!
The Monsterverse has been an interesting topic to discuss in the Godzilla/King Kong fandom. Whether you love it or hate it, we can all agree that the world-building and ideas have been the best seen in a long time. Some people have varying opinions on how they view the films: Some love King of the Monsters but hate G14. Others believe Kong to be the best of the trilogy but some think it's the weakest. I fall into the camp of disliking King of the Monsters but loving G14 and Kong. Every element of the Daikaiju world has been presented with some of the most creative storylines that could've been explored. In that camp, i've started writing my own stories for how i would handle my own Kaijuverse with several different monsters involved within it. This will follow some of the storylines from the Monsterverse, Reiwa and Heisei story's. This is my own project. I'll try going into detail about my planned four phases and onward of my Kaijuverse. If i had the time, i'd present the plot of mine in detail but i would rather save my time doing this.
I'd like everyone to be respectful. You can have your own opinions of this, but don't be rude. I'm open to suggestions and changes to this. Thanks guys. But i'd like to credit u/Thanos_Kun for the motivation to share this from his DCEU plotlines.
Prologue:
There are a total of four phases that i've mapped out and written. For the sake of this, lets imagine that these stories are in a world with limited time restraints, the rights to all Daikaiju and can go as far as they can with creativity. For example: King of the Monsters took place in 2019, while this version will be in 2017. There will be four major time period's this story would be put into. From ancient times, before Christ, to modern day then all the day to the distant future. The sections will be split: It will list the protagonist/main monster the antagonist, characters, history, events, etc. It will feature key scenes and will feature the end credit stinger.
PHASE 1 - RISE OF THE KAIJU
2014 - Godzilla: Awakening
Protagonist - Godzilla
Antagonist - Femuto/Hokmuto
History - In 4000BC, after the great battle between Godzilla, Raiju, Dagon, etc against the menacing King Ghidorah, Raiju was weakened and dazed after the battle, retreating into the underworld to lick off her wounds. This left the female Gojira at a disadvantage when she came into an encounter with the Muto Prime who had seemingly died a long while ago. Defeated from this parasite, the Prime injected Raiju with two spores that grew in her stomach for the passing days. Raiju could only watch as the two spores in her stomach, fed on her dying body. In 1954, human settlements were discovered completely destroyed with the locals claiming a giant monster attack. The government, now having discovered this creature, fund the organization known as Monarch to study and kill his thing. Dr Ishiro Serizawa makes the play to use his experimental Oxygen Destroyer against Dagon, sacrificing himself but killing the beast and reducing it to a skeleton.
Plot - In 2014, the cryptozoolgy agency, Monarch have recruited Joe Brody to track and hunt down the first spore of the Muto Prime: The Hokmuto. They track the parasite until it makes it's way to Honolulu. Recently awakened due to a lust for nuclear energy and thirst for revenge for the beast and humanity, Godzilla rises and combats the Hokmuto, forcing it to retreat. Monarch soon discovers a third creature: The Femuto rising from the ground, trampling through Las Vegas and making it's way to San Francisco. The city is evacuated as Godzilla and the Mutos confront in a last battle in the ghost town. Joe Brody joins a skydiving team to bring a nuclear warhead away from the city and the Muto hive. As they retrieve it, Godzilla manages to regain his footing and release his atomic breath on the Femuto, destroying the hive and crippling her. He kills the Hokmuto with a devastating tail slap but buries him in return. Now the last survivor of the team, Joe Brody brings the warhead onto a boat but the Femuto catches up, staring him down. Godzilla unintentionally saves him, decapitating the Femuto and roaring as the King of the Monsters once more.
Note - I changed a few elements of the original film. I decided to swap the character deaths between Ford and Joe Brody as Bryan Chranston is too good of an actor to waste. Secondly, i wanted to give Godzilla extra motive to fight the Mutos as they're the offsprings of an old enemy from his past. Thirdly, i changed the opening of the film, making Godzilla's brother, Dagon be killed in the opening to give Godzilla a reason to become an antagonist to humanity. Finally, i'd give the film so more light to it, adding more personality to the characters.
1973 - Kong: Skull Island
Protagonist - Kong
Antagonist - The Whole Fucking Island
History - Decades before WW2 pilot, Hank Marlow crashed on Skull Island, the ecosystem on the island was made of thunder and war. It was an island left behind by god, meant to be forgotten. The Guardians of the island, the Kongs were thrust in a battle between the new invasive species known as the Skullcrawlers who wiped out almost all of the kind, leaving only two alive. The two lovers would fight in their home against the species, trading their lives as their son was born, fleeing further into the island...
Plot - Monarch scientists, Bill Randa and Houston Brooks convince the government to lead a military fleet towards Skull Island to determine the island's subsurface. After arriving on the hellish battlegrounds, they're confronted by the mighty juvenile Kong who destroys the fleet, leaving them stranded and split into two separate groups. Both teams have three days to make it off when a supply team arrives. The teams fight the hundreds of colossal titans inhabiting the island but when their numbers dwindle, James Conrad's group encounter the initially hostile Iwi tribe, joined by Hank Marlow who tells them of his story and the island's history. They are able to rebuilt a boat to navigate the island, joining Colonel Packard near the home of Kong's parents, now reduced to bones and a graveyard. Ignoring Hank's warnings, they face off against a Skullcrawler, killing it but with heavy losses. After a short argument, Packard sets up napalm and explosives at a lake, drawing Kong to the location where the napalm burns the oxygen out of the air, passing him out. When Conrad, Mason Weaver and Marlow try to stop Packard, the trouble awakens Ramarak, the King Skullcrawler. Kong wakes up, kills Packard before engaging Ramarak to avenge his kind and protect the humans. He tears the innards out of the creature, allowing the humans to leave the island.
Note - As you can see, i didn't change much. I kept the main plot relatively the same and the only changes i made were making Kong a more powerful creature for his size and making the island far more deadly.
2017 - Godzilla 2: King of the Monsters
Protagonist - Godzilla, Mothra, Rodan
Antagonist - King Ghidorah
History - Thousands of years ago in the midst of a primal civil war, a comet struck down on the planet and what emerged was the world destroying, King Ghidorah. After causing mass destruction across the planet, he was drawn to Antarctica by early humans where he did battle against Dagon, Godzilla, Mothra, Rodan, Methuselah, Behemoth and others. He was sealed in ice at the cost of many lives both man and monster as Godzilla was crowned as the savior of earth and the King of the Monsters!
Plot - Now having discovered ancient paintings, depicting a series of new life on the planet, Emma Russell is called down to Outpost 61 to investigate Mothra, who is guided to a waterfall to cocoon herself. Mark Russell, in attempts to track down the final creature, Rodan, he is interrupted when Castle Bravo is suspiciously investigated by Godzilla. Dr Miki Saegusa, speculates that he is after something, finding out that his next course is towards Antarctica, the site of Monster Zero. Upon arrival, the still in construction outpost breaks open as Monster Zero escapes due to climate change until Godzilla arrives. The old rivals clash, ending with Godzilla falling down an ice shaft as Monster Zero escapes. After the battle, onboard the Argo, Miki Saegusa is able to determine from ancient text and paintings that Monster Zero, now named Ghidorah is an alien and Godzilla's nemesis. As they discuss, in Mexico, Rodan explodes from his volcano and ravages the town below before Godzilla attacks and the two fight to a stalemate when Ghidorah arrives, defeating both of them. Rodan escapes while Godzilla stands for the last time against Ghidorah, who pummels him and drops him from the stratosphere into the sea. King Ghidorah awakens the Kaiju around the world while Mothra, now in her imago stage heads off to Castle Bravo. She encounters Rodan mid-flight before King Ghidorah swoops in, presumably killing Rodan and forcing Mothra to retreat. Mothra alerts Castle Bravo of Godzilla's survival as the military heads off with her to Washington DC. Godzilla manages to recover after destroying a nuclear power plant. The mission to Washington fails as King Ghidorah goes to his next target, Boston, the same place Emma has retreated to. King Ghidorah soon arrives, causing mayhem and every civilian to flee and find shelter. Mothra arrives, buying the humans enough time to escape and find shelter. But Godzilla arrives when Mothra is pinned. The King has returned. He engages in a final battle with King Ghidorah with Monarch arriving to retrieve any civilians and Emma. Mark and G-Force head to the grounds and find Emma as they attempt to flee from the chaos. King Ghidorah is still too powerful but the extra resistance is found when Rodan, discovered to be alive returns and joins Godzilla and Mothra. But in a last attack, King Ghidorah channels the energy from his storms, emitting several bolts of gravity beams from his wings, knocking out Rodan and crippling Godzilla. Mothra saves Godzilla when Ghidorah unleashes his frontal beams towards him, incinerating Mothra. With humanity lost, Mothra's ashes rain on Godzilla. Monarch makes the choice to use the Argo against Ghidorah, luring him away long enough for Godzilla to get back on his feet. He tears into Ghidorah with his regurgitated power but is tangled in Ghidorah's tails which began to lift him into the sky. Rodan follows, trying to stop it. Godzilla uses a crimson nuclear pulse to knock Ghidorah off, sending Godzilla and Rodan into the sea as Ghidorah retreats into space. Godzilla returns to shore with Rodan to mourn their lost friend, but several Kaiju come to bow to Rodan and the rebirthed King: Godzilla! After the events of the flick are done, we see a mysterious man retrieving one of Ghidorah's lost heads...
Notes - I changed a lot with this one. Burning Godzilla was added way too early into the original Monsterverse so i removed him. I made Ghidorah, Mothra and Rodan more powerful in this version, completely removed the eco-terrorists and the Orca, trading it for a scenario of just mother-nature releasing these ancient beasts. I removed Madison, because i felt the story for my pitch would've worked better without her. Finally, Ghidorah doesn't die as i wanted him to return for a future installment in his original form...
2018 - Godzilla vs Kong
Protagonist - Kong
Antagonist - Godzilla
History - Thousands of years ago. Kratos, the ruler of the Kaiju and father of Godzilla and Dagon and the mate of Raiju, engaged in a war on Skull Island to put the new arrivals of the Kong's in their place. In response to turn the tide in the war between Kaiju and Kong's, the Iwi tribe built a supernatural battle axe in their kingdom, built with the use of advanced metal and dna of other Kaiju, splicing it into a two-sided axe. However, it was destroyed and never found as Kratos called off his forces and nearly burned Skull Island to the ground...
Plot - A year prior, King Ghidorah released his alpha call that disrupted the order and awakened the Kaiju on Earth, leading Kong to lead the charge to defend his island. In present day, some Kaiju have been killed off by the government, forcing Godzilla to take action and eliminate who he believes is the true threat to the planet. In response, a man by the name Jonah Alan, leading his APEX biotech corporation to draw Godzilla to Skull Island using an Orca device to hopefully fall to the mighty Kong. The conjoined organizations travel to the abandoned island, learning that the ape god went on a rampage, killing all Kaiju who came to his land. Monarch and Apex explore the Hollow Earth sub tunnels, finding several ancient ruins and the battle axe before being attacked by the serpent, Nozuki. It is killed by Kong as Apex retreats, leaving Mark Russell and others stranded. They burrow out of the Hollow Earth as the Orca is activated, driving Godzilla to the island who fights Kong. A move pulled is where Godzilla's atomic breath hits the core of Kong's axe, causing a massive electrical explosion of orange lightning. But it ends in a stalemate when Serizawa's forces arrive, forcing Godzilla away. The unconscious Kong is protected by Monarch's security as he heals while some try and discover the head base for Apex and to destroy the Orca. Some believe they need to destroy Godzilla, others not so. Kong wakes up and shares a moment with Miki before leaving to the Hollow Earth. Monarch is able to discover Apex's base in China after tracking the signals let out by the Orca, drawing Godzilla to destroy several human settlements and sets out to deactivate it. In Hong Kong, the military use the Japanese aircraft, the Super X3 to engage Godzilla who goes after the city. Kong burrows out of the ground and fights Godzilla. Monarch infiltrates the Apex facility and rig several explosive charges. Jonah however arrives with several mercenaries but Emma activates the charges, destroying the facility, the Orca and presumably Jonah. In the midst of the fight, Godzilla pins Kong to the ground and is about to deliver the final blow. But Kong conducts the energy built in his axe, discharging it into his blows and pushes Godzilla off as lightning courses through his veins. The rage he has built up for decades is paying off. Kong stands on top, grabs his axe and is ready to finish this. But even then, he can't muster the energy to do it. He instead begins to walk away, allowing Godzilla to stand. The two share a scene, showing respect for each other, now realizing they can't defend the planet without each other...
Notes - Pitchforks down. I know you may be mad that i had Kong win in the end, but it was an arc i was building through his two films. A beast born in war that soon becomes one of the most powerful forces in nature to then gaining the respect of an old inter-species rival. I also added the Orca and Jonah to this as i felt that they'd fit more in this film than in KOTM. I also removed the leaked main antagonist for GVK as he is unneeded and a solo battle works better than a team-up. Also, i think a more antagonistic Godzilla is far more interesting.
2019 - Rodan: The Fire Demon
Protagonist - The Rodans
Antagonist - Hedorah, Gyaos
History - In 200BC. A beast created by the failures of humanity's past, a bio-creature by the name, Hedorah molded into a singular entity and tore into the natural world, spreading it's toxic ashes across the planet. Dagon confronted the creature, subduing it and burying it inside a mountain where legends would be told of the great battle between these two leviathans..
Plot - A group of citizens have now began an observatory tour in Fiji by Monarch towards a volcano housing Rodan. Several school kids, discover a passage into the dormant volcano, finding several cave paintings, telling of several old gods, including one in Japanese text that they call: クトゥルフ. The kids are found by Monarch agents and are left down to a young boy and eighteen year old girl. The girl is leaving the town to find a job, saying goodbye to the boy, who receives several visions and voices in his head, finding out that somehow, the original female 2017 Rodan has become linked to the revealed telepathic boy. The orphan girl finds a job by Jonah Alan, working to apply Kaiju Whisperers who can communicate with the Kaiju. Houston Brooks finds out that there was a second Rodan, this one is instead male and has broken out of containment after the emergency of several dragon/bat-like creatures. Jonah Alan rigs several explosives underneath Rodan's volcano after she emerges to defend the orphan boy and mate from the massive bats. As the battle rages on, the military attack both the bats and the Rodan's. After defeating them, they flee to New Zealand to mate and rest. Jonah activates the explosives, awakening his prize, the God of Pollution, Hedorah. Hedorah absorbs the landmass around him and does battle with Monarch, deploying the Argo to fight it, but it does nothing, instead it's missiles are absorbed. The Rodans arrive and do battle. The male is killed in the fight but the female is able to defeat Hedorah, subduing it to mist as it supposedly fades away. We receive word from Brooks that Godzilla remains in hibernation but Mothra's discovered child is due to awaken.
Notes - Rodan is my third favorite Kaiju behind Godzilla and Kong and i wanted to make his film special. You may have noticed the mention of クトゥルフ, but translate the name into english and you'll find out it's meaning :). I wanted to introduce more supernatural elements, adding the addition of Jonah Alan and his mission to awaken dormant creatures to eliminate humanity and to recruite the monster telepaths, the Kaiju Whisperers.
2020 - Mothra: Queen of the Monsters
Protagonist - Mothra
Antagonist - Battra, Kumonga
History - After the long battle against Ghidorah in 4000BC, Mothra in her dying moments, has laid two eggs. One black, one white. They're both retrieved by Godzilla who brings them to a temple in China to become the next generation of Mothra. But little does he know, one of them is not as it seems.
Plot - Miki Saegusa travels to the now collapsed Outpost 61, which has mysteriously been burrowed into an underground cavern. She leads a team of G-Force to head inside and investigate what lies beneath this surface. They discover that they're not allow as several colonies of spiders attack, killing off several troopers but flee into the caves when something emerges. Mothra. As she investigates the scene, a mysterious centipede like larval creature, bigger than her attacks. Mothra is buried but cocoons herself as the enemy larval leaves. Through several ruins, Miki finds out that this was Battra, a rare dark foil to Mothra with a chance to be born through every Mothra. The son of Gunpai Ikari, Shen, sets up several defense systems and turrets to defend Mothra from the spiders. Now alerted of the incident, the government gets involved, sending ground teams to location. Investigating furthur in the caverns leads the group to discover that millions of years ago, the lovecraftian Ancient Ones invaded Earth, lead by their lumbering winged god but it ended when the god had been sealed beneath the surface. Battra emerges from the ground in it's new imago stage, heading to several settlements of humans to eliminate them. As this happens, Miki and her scientists witness something. The other survivor of the old war, Kumonga rises with it's colony. Mothra awakens too to do battle with the military against them. After Monarch eliminates Kumonga, Mothra and Battra's fight ends in the Hollow Earth where Battra sinks down further into the depths of the earth while Mothra is buried in the collapsing cavern. After these events, Miki and Shen take one final trip into the cavern, discovering a sub-system leading into a more tropical environment of harsh forests, inhabitated by several Kaiju, notably the Forest God, Kamacuras. As they look forward, Miki smiles as Mothra appears, hovering towards them...
Notes - I wanted to make this Mothra film more adventurous like the Kong films. I spent much of my time on this, trying to world-build and give a sense of what the Hollow Earth would be seen as. In GVK, it's section would be viewed as a firey world of tragic pasts, while her it would be seen as a paradise for the Kaiju. As you can see, i'm wanting to give the more forgotten creatures like Kumonga and Kamacuras more time to shine in this, making them true forces to be recognized.
2021 - Godzilla 3: King of the Earth
Protagonist - Godzilla, Behemoth, Anguirus, Mothra, Rodan, King Caesar
Antagonist - Mechagodzilla, Spacegodzilla, Monster X, Gigan
History - 4,000 Years Ago, during the great civil war between Kratos and his two sons, Godzilla and Dagon, King Ghidorah came down like a comet and confronted Kratos. He overpowered the old king, tossing the lost creature into space to be left to die. But that never occured. 2,000 Years later, humanity began to exploit resources in the Hollow Earth and in order to take back their planet, they built a Mechagodzilla using the most advanced tech on the planet, nanometal. However, Mechagodzilla was discovered as it was preparing to launch by Godzilla who caused the entire underground central to collapse in on itself as the mech failed to activate after being buried, now lost in time...
Plot - A few years after the Kaiju have been released, the world has not gotten better for the human race. G-Force have now become the Global Defense Force, tasked in protecting humanity against Kaiju. Unknown to them, APEX lives as they have discovered the buried Mechagodzilla and weaponized it with Ghidorah's brain. The GDF invade the facility but it's too late and the mech is unleashed, delivering carnage across a city, including an attack on Melbourne to Anguirus and King Caesar. Across the continents in Arizona, Gigan has found Earth and is being tracked by national forces as he engages Mothra and Rodan in battle, killing the Fire Demon as the Queen retreats. With two powerful forces on the horizon, they along with the newly awakened Godzilla, Anguirus, King Caesar and Behemoth converge towards a hyper-frequency soundwaves being detected and another comet entering the atmosphere. This appears to be another lifeform, now revealed to be the undiscovered Spacegodzilla. Having sent Gigan, he goes on a rampage, killing Behemoth but Monarch uses a more advanced Orca device that controls the brain inside Mechagodzilla. It causes the creature to freak out, breaking through the interior as several heads and tormented wings burst out of Mechagodzilla. They control the beast against Spacegodzilla but fails as Mechagodzilla is destroyed and Spacegodzilla nearly kills Godzilla, gaining full control as the new King of Earth. Monarch takes several blood samples of Spacegodzilla, finding out he is actually Godzilla's father having been tossed into space by King Ghidorah long ago and that Gigan is an ally of this old space terror. They discover that Godzilla is still alive but has retreated to an underwater sea lair to heal. Serizawa sacrifices himself after being diagnosed with a terminal illness, using a nuclear bomb to revive Godzilla. This act of kindness changes Godzilla's alliance with humanity, siding with them and heading off to finish the civil war with his father. The GDF are able to pinpoint an Arctic sanctuary of Apex and head off to destroy it. When they arrive, they find out it was a trap as they've been using organs of Ghidorah's partially regenerated corpse to create a new creature, Monster X. Mothra arrives now in a more evolved form and attacks Monster X as Monarch uses a dimensional tide weapon found in the sanctuary to send Monster X through a mysterious wormhole that disappears behind them. As this all happens, in Los Angeles, Monarch, Godzilla, Anguirus, King Caesar, Methuselah, Scylla and Leviathan engage Spacegodzilla and Gigan. With heavy losses of life including Gigan, Godzilla takes his fight with Kratos into the sea where they battle offradar and offscreen. Days later as shifts and earthquakes rattle the planet, Godzilla emerges with one of Spacegodzilla's shoulder crystals in hand before marching ashore on Skull Island where his wounds are healed by Mothra. After these events have occurred, it is revealed that Spacegodzilla lives but now buried and paralyzed in the core of an underwater volcanic shaft...
Notes: This was a lot to pack in. At first i wanted this to be Godzilla and Kong's big team-up story but i'm saving that for a much bigger and grander event. It's a little crammed but eh.
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2020.08.13 22:21 OB8O Every Legal 4-Letter Word In Scrabble

AAHS AALS ABAC ABAS ABBA ABBE ABBS ABED ABET ABID ABLE ABLY ABOS ABRI ABUT ABYE ABYS ACAI ACCA ACED ACER ACES ACHE ACHY ACID ACME ACNE ACRE ACTA ACTS ACYL ADAW ADDS ADDY ADIT ADOS ADRY ADZE AEON AERO AERY AESC AFAR AFFY AFRO AGAR AGAS AGED AGEE AGEN AGER AGES AGHA AGIN AGIO AGLU AGLY AGMA AGOG AGON AGUE AHED AHEM AHIS AHOY AIAS AIDA AIDE AIDS AIGA AILS AIMS AINE AINS AIRN AIRS AIRT AIRY AITS AITU AJAR AJEE AKAS AKED AKEE AKES AKIN ALAE ALAN ALAP ALAR ALAS ALAY ALBA ALBE ALBS ALCO ALEC ALEE ALEF ALES ALEW ALFA ALFS ALGA ALIF ALIT ALKO ALKY ALLS ALLY ALMA ALME ALMS ALOD ALOE ALOO ALOW ALPS ALSO ALTO ALTS ALUM ALUS AMAH AMAS AMBO AMEN AMES AMIA AMID AMIE AMIN AMIR AMIS AMLA AMMO AMOK AMPS AMUS AMYL ANAL ANAN ANAS ANCE ANDS ANES ANEW ANGA ANIL ANIS ANKH ANNA ANNO ANNS ANOA ANON ANOW ANSA ANTA ANTE ANTI ANTS ANUS APAY APED APER APES APEX APOD APOS APPS APSE APSO APTS AQUA ARAK ARAR ARBA ARBS ARCH ARCO ARCS ARDS AREA ARED AREG ARES ARET AREW ARFS ARGH ARIA ARID ARIL ARIS ARKS ARLE ARMS ARMY ARNA AROW ARPA ARSE ARSY ARTI ARTS ARTY ARUM ARVO ARYL ASAR ASCI ASEA ASHY ASKS ASPS ATAP ATES ATMA ATOC ATOK ATOM ATOP ATUA AUAS AUFS AUKS AULA AULD AUNE AUNT AURA AUTO AVAL AVAS AVEL AVER AVES AVID AVOS AVOW AWAY AWDL AWED AWEE AWES AWFY AWKS AWLS AWNS AWNY AWOL AWRY AXAL AXED AXEL AXES AXIL AXIS AXLE AXON AYAH AYES AYIN AYRE AYUS AZAN AZON AZYM
BAAL BAAS BABA BABE BABU BABY BACH BACK BACS BADE BADS BAEL BAFF BAFT BAGH BAGS BAHT BAHU BAIL BAIT BAJU BAKE BALD BALE BALK BALL BALM BALS BALU BAMS BANC BAND BANE BANG BANI BANK BANS BANT BAPS BAPU BARB BARD BARE BARF BARK BARM BARN BARP BARS BASE BASH BASK BASS BAST BATE BATH BATS BATT BAUD BAUK BAUR BAWD BAWL BAWN BAWR BAYE BAYS BAYT BEAD BEAK BEAM BEAN BEAR BEAT BEAU BECK BEDE BEDS BEDU BEEF BEEN BEEP BEER BEES BEET BEGO BEGS BEIN BELL BELS BELT BEMA BEND BENE BENI BENJ BENS BENT BERE BERG BERK BERM BEST BETA BETE BETH BETS BEVY BEYS BHAI BHAT BHEL BHUT BIAS BIBB BIBS BICE BIDE BIDI BIDS BIEN BIER BIFF BIGA BIGG BIGS BIKE BILE BILK BILL BIMA BIND BINE BING BINK BINS BINT BIOG BIOS BIRD BIRK BIRL BIRO BIRR BISE BISH BISK BIST BITE BITO BITS BITT BIZE BLAB BLAD BLAE BLAG BLAH BLAM BLAT BLAW BLAY BLEB BLED BLEE BLET BLEW BLEY BLIN BLIP BLIT BLOB BLOC BLOG BLOT BLOW BLUB BLUE BLUR BOAB BOAK BOAR BOAS BOAT BOBA BOBS BOCK BODE BODS BODY BOEP BOET BOFF BOGS BOGY BOHO BOHS BOIL BOIS BOKE BOKO BOKS BOLA BOLD BOLE BOLL BOLO BOLT BOMA BOMB BONA BOND BONE BONG BONK BONY BOOB BOOH BOOK BOOL BOOM BOON BOOR BOOS BOOT BOPS BORA BORD BORE BORK BORM BORN BORS BORT BOSH BOSK BOSS BOTA BOTE BOTH BOTS BOTT BOUK BOUN BOUT BOWL BOWR BOWS BOXY BOYF BOYG BOYO BOYS BOZO BRAD BRAE BRAG BRAK BRAN BRAS BRAT BRAW BRAY BRED BREE BREI BREN BRER BREW BREY BRIE BRIG BRIK BRIM BRIN BRIO BRIS BRIT BROD BROG BROO BROS BROW BRRR BRUS BRUT BRUX BUAT BUBA BUBO BUBS BUBU BUCK BUDA BUDI BUDO BUDS BUFF BUFO BUGS BUHL BUHR BUIK BUKE BULB BULK BULL BUMF BUMP BUMS BUNA BUND BUNG BUNK BUNN BUNS BUNT BUOY BURA BURB BURD BURG BURK BURL BURN BURP BURR BURS BURY BUSH BUSK BUSS BUST BUSY BUTE BUTS BUTT BUYS BUZZ BYDE BYES BYKE BYRE BYRL BYTE
CAAS CABA CABS CACA CACK CADE CADI CADS CAFE CAFF CAGE CAGS CAGY CAID CAIN CAKE CAKY CALF CALK CALL CALM CALO CALP CALX CAMA CAME CAMO CAMP CAMS CANE CANG CANN CANS CANT CANY CAPA CAPE CAPH CAPI CAPO CAPS CARB CARD CARE CARK CARL CARN CARP CARR CARS CART CASA CASE CASH CASK CAST CATE CATS CAUF CAUK CAUL CAUM CAUP CAVA CAVE CAVY CAWK CAWS CAYS CEAS CECA CEDE CEDI CEES CEIL CELL CELS CELT CENS CENT CEPE CEPS CERE CERO CERT CESS CETE CHAD CHAI CHAL CHAM CHAO CHAP CHAR CHAS CHAT CHAV CHAW CHAY CHEF CHER CHEW CHEZ CHIA CHIB CHIC CHID CHIK CHIN CHIP CHIS CHIT CHIV CHIZ CHOC CHOG CHON CHOP CHOU CHOW CHUB CHUG CHUM CHUR CHUT CIAO CIDE CIDS CIEL CIGS CILL CINE CION CIRE CIRL CIST CITE CITO CITS CITY CIVE CLAD CLAG CLAM CLAN CLAP CLAT CLAW CLAY CLEF CLEG CLEM CLEW CLIP CLIT CLOD CLOG CLON CLOP CLOT CLOU CLOW CLOY CLUB CLUE COAL COAT COAX COBB COBS COCA COCH COCK COCO CODA CODE CODS COED COFF COFT COGS COHO COIF COIL COIN COIR COIT COKE COKY COLA COLD COLE COLL COLS COLT COLY COMA COMB COME COMM COMP COMS COND CONE CONF CONI CONK CONN CONS CONY COOF COOK COOL COOM COON COOP COOS COOT COPE COPS COPY CORD CORE CORF CORK CORM CORN CORS CORY COSE COSH COSS COST COSY COTE COTH COTS COTT COUP COUR COVE COWK COWL COWP COWS COWY COXA COXY COYS COZE COZY CRAB CRAG CRAM CRAN CRAP CRAW CRAY CRED CREE CREM CREW CRIA CRIB CRIM CRIS CRIT CROC CROG CROP CROW CRUD CRUE CRUS CRUX CUBE CUBS CUDS CUED CUES CUFF CUIF CUIT CUKE CULL CULM CULT CUMS CUNT CUPS CURB CURD CURE CURF CURL CURN CURR CURS CURT CUSH CUSK CUSP CUSS CUTE CUTS CWMS CYAN CYMA CYME CYST CYTE CZAR
DAAL DABS DACE DACK DADA DADO DADS DAES DAFF DAFT DAGO DAGS DAHL DAHS DAIS DAKS DALE DALI DALS DALT DAME DAMN DAMP DAMS DANG DANK DANS DANT DAPS DARB DARE DARG DARI DARK DARN DART DASH DATA DATE DATO DAUB DAUD DAUR DAUT DAVY DAWD DAWK DAWN DAWS DAWT DAYS DAZE DEAD DEAF DEAL DEAN DEAR DEAW DEBE DEBS DEBT DECK DECO DEED DEEK DEEM DEEN DEEP DEER DEES DEET DEEV DEFI DEFO DEFT DEFY DEGS DEGU DEID DEIF DEIL DEKE DELE DELF DELI DELL DELO DELS DELT DEME DEMO DEMY DENE DENI DENS DENT DENY DERE DERM DERN DERO DERV DESI DESK DEUS DEVA DEVS DEWS DEWY DEXY DEYS DHAK DHAL DHOL DHOW DIAL DIBS DICE DICH DICK DICT DIDO DIDY DIEB DIED DIEL DIES DIET DIFF DIFS DIGS DIKA DIKE DILL DIME DIMP DIMS DINE DING DINK DINO DINS DINT DIOL DIPS DIPT DIRE DIRK DIRL DIRT DISA DISC DISH DISK DISS DITA DITE DITS DITT DITZ DIVA DIVE DIVI DIVO DIVS DIXI DIXY DIYA DJIN DOAB DOAT DOBS DOBY DOCK DOCO DOCS DODO DODS DOEK DOEN DOER DOES DOFF DOGE DOGS DOGY DOHS DOIT DOJO DOLE DOLL DOLS DOLT DOME DOMS DOMY DONA DONE DONG DONS DOOB DOOK DOOL DOOM DOON DOOR DOOS DOPA DOPE DOPS DOPY DORB DORE DORK DORM DORP DORR DORS DORT DORY DOSE DOSH DOSS DOST DOTE DOTH DOTS DOTY DOUC DOUK DOUM DOUN DOUP DOUR DOUT DOUX DOVE DOWD DOWF DOWL DOWN DOWP DOWS DOWT DOXY DOYS DOZE DOZY DRAB DRAC DRAD DRAG DRAM DRAP DRAT DRAW DRAY DREE DREG DREK DREW DREY DRIB DRIP DROP DROW DRUB DRUG DRUM DRYS DSOS DUAD DUAL DUAN DUAR DUBS DUCE DUCI DUCK DUCT DUDE DUDS DUED DUEL DUES DUET DUFF DUGS DUIT DUKA DUKE DULE DULL DULY DUMA DUMB DUMP DUNE DUNG DUNK DUNS DUNT DUOS DUPE DUPS DURA DURE DURN DURO DURR DUSH DUSK DUST DUTY DWAM DYAD DYED DYER DYES DYKE DYNE DZHO DZOS
EACH EALE EANS EARD EARL EARN EARS EASE EAST EASY EATH EATS EAUS EAUX EAVE EBBS EBON ECAD ECCE ECCO ECHE ECHO ECHT ECOD ECOS ECRU ECUS EDDO EDDY EDGE EDGY EDHS EDIT EECH EELS EELY EERY EEVN EFFS EFTS EGAD EGAL EGER EGGS EGGY EGIS EGMA EGOS EHED EIDE EIKS EILD EINA EINE EISH EKED EKES EKKA ELAN ELDS ELFS ELHI ELKS ELLS ELMS ELMY ELSE ELTS EMES EMEU EMIC EMIR EMIT EMMA EMMY EMOS EMPT EMUS EMYD EMYS ENDS ENES ENEW ENGS ENOL ENOW ENUF ENVY EOAN EONS EORL EPEE EPHA EPIC EPOS ERAS ERED ERES EREV ERGO ERGS ERHU ERIC ERKS ERNE ERNS EROS ERRS ERST ERUV ESES ESKY ESNE ESPY ESSE ESTS ETAS ETAT ETCH ETEN ETHE ETHS ETIC ETNA ETUI EUGE EUGH EUKS EUOI EURO EVEN EVER EVES EVET EVIL EVOE EVOS EWER EWES EWKS EWTS EXAM EXEC EXED EXES EXIT EXON EXPO EXUL EYAS EYED EYEN EYER EYES EYNE EYOT EYRA EYRE EYRY
FAAN FAAS FABS FACE FACT FADE FADO FADS FADY FAFF FAGS FAHS FAIK FAIL FAIN FAIR FAIX FAKE FALL FALX FAME FAND FANE FANG FANK FANO FANS FARD FARE FARL FARM FARO FARS FART FASH FAST FATE FATS FAUN FAUR FAUT FAUX FAVA FAVE FAWN FAWS FAYS FAZE FEAL FEAR FEAT FECK FEDS FEEB FEED FEEL FEEN FEER FEES FEET FEGS FEHM FEHS FEIS FELL FELT FEME FEMS FEND FENI FENS FENT FEOD FERE FERM FERN FESS FEST FETA FETE FETS FETT FEUD FEUS FEWS FEYS FIAR FIAT FIBS FICE FICO FIDO FIDS FIEF FIER FIFE FIGO FIGS FIKE FIKY FILA FILE FILL FILM FILO FILS FIND FINE FINI FINK FINO FINS FIQH FIRE FIRK FIRM FIRN FIRS FISC FISH FISK FIST FITS FITT FIVE FIXT FIZZ FLAB FLAG FLAK FLAM FLAN FLAP FLAT FLAW FLAX FLAY FLEA FLED FLEE FLEG FLEW FLEX FLEY FLIC FLIM FLIP FLIR FLIT FLIX FLOB FLOC FLOE FLOG FLOP FLOR FLOW FLOX FLUB FLUE FLUS FLUX FOAL FOAM FOBS FOCI FOEN FOES FOGS FOGY FOHN FOID FOIL FOIN FOLD FOLK FOND FONE FONS FONT FOOD FOOL FOOT FOPS FORA FORB FORD FORE FORK FORM FORT FOSS FOUD FOUL FOUR FOUS FOWL FOXY FOYS FOZY FRAB FRAE FRAG FRAP FRAS FRAT FRAU FRAY FREE FRET FRIB FRIG FRIS FRIT FRIZ FROE FROG FROM FROS FROW FRUG FUBS FUCI FUCK FUDS FUEL FUFF FUGS FUGU FUJI FULL FUME FUMS FUMY FUND FUNG FUNK FUNS FURL FURR FURS FURY FUSC FUSE FUSS FUST FUTZ FUZE FUZZ FYCE FYKE FYLE FYRD
GABS GABY GADE GADI GADS GAED GAEN GAES GAFF GAGA GAGE GAGS GAID GAIN GAIR GAIT GAJO GAKS GALA GALE GALL GALS GAMA GAMB GAME GAMP GAMS GAMY GANE GANG GANS GANT GAOL GAPE GAPO GAPS GAPY GARB GARE GARI GARS GART GASH GASP GAST GATE GATH GATS GAUD GAUM GAUN GAUP GAUR GAUS GAVE GAWD GAWK GAWP GAWS GAYS GAZE GAZY GEAL GEAN GEAR GEAT GECK GEDS GEED GEEK GEEP GEES GEEZ GEIT GELD GELS GELT GEMS GENA GENE GENS GENT GENU GEOS GERE GERM GERS GERT GEST GETA GETS GEUM GHAT GHEE GHIS GIBE GIBS GIDS GIED GIEN GIES GIFT GIGA GIGS GILA GILD GILL GILT GIMP GING GINK GINN GINS GIOS GIPS GIRD GIRL GIRN GIRO GIRR GIRT GISM GIST GITE GITS GIVE GIZZ GJUS GLAD GLAM GLED GLEE GLEG GLEI GLEN GLEY GLIA GLIB GLID GLIM GLIT GLOB GLOM GLOP GLOW GLUE GLUG GLUM GLUT GNAR GNAT GNAW GNOW GNUS GOAD GOAF GOAL GOAS GOAT GOBI GOBO GOBS GOBY GODS GOEL GOER GOES GOEY GOFF GOGO GOJI GOLD GOLE GOLF GOLP GONE GONG GONK GONS GOOD GOOF GOOG GOOK GOOL GOON GOOP GOOR GOOS GORA GORE GORI GORM GORP GORY GOSH GOSS GOTH GOUK GOUT GOVS GOWD GOWF GOWK GOWL GOWN GOYS GRAB GRAD GRAM GRAN GRAT GRAV GRAY GREE GREN GREW GREX GREY GRID GRIG GRIM GRIN GRIP GRIS GRIT GROG GROK GROT GROW GRRL GRUB GRUE GRUM GUAN GUAR GUBS GUCK GUDE GUES GUFF GUGA GUID GULA GULE GULF GULL GULP GULS GULY GUMP GUMS GUNG GUNK GUNS GUPS GURL GURN GURS GURU GUSH GUST GUTS GUVS GUYS GYAL GYBE GYMP GYMS GYNY GYPS GYRE GYRI GYRO GYTE GYVE
HAAF HAAR HABU HACK HADE HADJ HADS HAED HAEM HAEN HAES HAET HAFF HAFT HAGG HAGS HAHA HAHS HAIK HAIL HAIN HAIR HAJI HAJJ HAKA HAKE HAKU HALE HALF HALL HALM HALO HALT HAME HAMS HAND HANG HANK HANT HAOS HAPS HAPU HARD HARE HARK HARL HARM HARN HARO HARP HART HASH HASK HASP HASS HAST HATE HATH HATS HAUD HAUF HAUL HAUT HAVE HAWK HAWM HAWS HAYS HAZE HAZY HEAD HEAL HEAP HEAR HEAT HEBE HECH HECK HEED HEEL HEFT HEHS HEID HEIL HEIR HELD HELE HELL HELM HELO HELP HEME HEMP HEMS HEND HENS HENT HEPS HEPT HERB HERD HERE HERL HERM HERN HERO HERS HERY HESP HEST HETE HETH HETS HEWN HEWS HEYS HICK HIDE HIED HIES HIGH HIKE HILA HILD HILI HILL HILT HIMS HIND HING HINS HINT HIOI HIPS HIPT HIRE HISH HISN HISS HIST HITS HIVE HIYA HIZZ HOAR HOAS HOAX HOBO HOBS HOCK HODS HOED HOER HOES HOGG HOGH HOGS HOHA HOHS HOIK HOKA HOKE HOKI HOLD HOLE HOLK HOLM HOLP HOLS HOLT HOLY HOMA HOME HOMO HOMS HOMY HOND HONE HONG HONK HONS HOOD HOOF HOOK HOON HOOP HOOR HOOT HOPE HOPS HORA HORE HORI HORN HORS HOSE HOSS HOST HOTE HOTS HOUF HOUR HOUT HOVE HOWE HOWF HOWK HOWL HOWS HOYA HOYS HUBS HUCK HUED HUER HUES HUFF HUGE HUGS HUGY HUHU HUIA HUIC HUIS HULA HULE HULK HULL HUMA HUMF HUMP HUMS HUNG HUNH HUNK HUNS HUNT HUPS HURL HURT HUSH HUSK HUSO HUSS HUTS HWAN HWYL HYED HYEN HYES HYKE HYLA HYLE HYMN HYPE HYPO HYPS HYTE
IAMB IBEX IBIS ICED ICER ICES ICHS ICKY ICON IDEA IDEE IDEM IDES IDLE IDLY IDOL IDYL IFFY IGAD IGGS IGLU IKAN IKAT IKON ILEA ILEX ILIA ILKA ILKS ILLS ILLY IMAM IMID IMMY IMPI IMPS INBY INCH INFO INGO INGS INIA INKS INKY INLY INNS INRO INTI INTO IONS IOTA IRED IRES IRID IRIS IRKS IRON ISBA ISIT ISLE ISMS ISNA ISOS ITAS ITCH ITEM IURE IWIS IXIA IZAR
JAAP JABS JACK JADE JAFA JAGA JAGG JAGS JAIL JAKE JAKS JAMB JAMS JANE JANN JAPE JAPS JARK JARL JARP JARS JASP JASS JASY JATO JAUK JAUP JAVA JAWS JAXY JAYS JAZY JAZZ JEAN JEAT JEDI JEED JEEL JEEP JEER JEES JEEZ JEFE JEFF JEHU JELL JEON JERK JESS JEST JETE JETS JEUX JEWS JIAO JIBB JIBE JIBS JIFF JIGS JILL JILT JIMP JINK JINN JINS JINX JIRD JISM JIVE JIVY JIZZ JOBE JOBS JOCK JOCO JOES JOEY JOGS JOHN JOIN JOKE JOKY JOLE JOLL JOLS JOLT JOMO JONG JOOK JORS JOSH JOSS JOTA JOTS JOUK JOUR JOWL JOWS JOYS JUBA JUBE JUCO JUDO JUDS JUDY JUGA JUGS JUJU JUKE JUKU JUMP JUNK JUPE JURA JURE JURY JUST JUTE JUTS JUVE JYNX
KAAL KAAS KABS KACK KADE KADI KAED KAES KAFS KAGO KAGU KAID KAIE KAIF KAIK KAIL KAIM KAIN KAIS KAKA KAKI KAKS KALE KALI KAMA KAME KAMI KANA KANE KANG KANS KANT KAON KAPA KAPH KARA KARK KARN KARO KART KATA KATI KATS KAVA KAWA KAWS KAYO KAYS KAZI KBAR KEAS KEBS KECK KEDS KEEF KEEK KEEL KEEN KEEP KEET KEFS KEGS KEIR KEKS KELL KELP KELT KEMB KEMP KENO KENS KENT KEPI KEPS KEPT KERB KERF KERN KERO KESH KEST KETA KETE KETO KETS KEWL KEYS KHAF KHAN KHAT KHET KHIS KHOR KHUD KIBE KICK KIDS KIEF KIER KIEV KIFF KIFS KIKE KILD KILL KILN KILO KILP KILT KINA KIND KINE KING KINK KINO KINS KIPE KIPP KIPS KIRK KIRN KIRS KISH KISS KIST KITE KITH KITS KIVA KIWI KLAP KLIK KNAG KNAP KNAR KNEE KNEW KNIT KNOB KNOP KNOT KNOW KNUB KNUR KNUT KOAN KOAP KOAS KOBO KOBS KOEL KOFF KOHA KOHL KOIS KOJI KOKA KOLA KOLO KOND KONK KONS KOOK KOPH KOPS KORA KORE KORO KORS KORU KOSS KOTO KOWS KRAB KRIS KSAR KUDO KUDU KUEH KUES KUFI KUIA KUKU KULA KUNA KUNE KURI KURU KUTA KUTI KUTU KUZU KVAS KYAK KYAR KYAT KYBO KYES KYLE KYND KYNE KYPE KYTE KYUS
LABS LACE LACK LACS LACY LADE LADS LADY LAER LAGS LAHS LAIC LAID LAIK LAIN LAIR LAKE LAKH LAKY LALL LAMA LAMB LAME LAMP LAMS LANA LAND LANE LANG LANK LANT LANX LAPS LARD LARE LARI LARK LARN LARS LASE LASH LASS LAST LATE LATH LATI LATS LATU LAUD LAUF LAVA LAVE LAVS LAWK LAWN LAWS LAYS LAZE LAZO LAZY LEAD LEAF LEAK LEAL LEAM LEAN LEAP LEAR LEAS LEAT LECH LEED LEEK LEEP LEER LEES LEET LEFT LEGS LEHR LEIR LEIS LEKE LEKS LEKU LEME LEND LENG LENO LENS LENT LEPS LEPT LERE LERP LESS LEST LETS LEUD LEVA LEVE LEVO LEVY LEWD LEYS LEZZ LIAR LIAS LIBS LICE LICH LICK LIDO LIDS LIED LIEF LIEN LIER LIES LIEU LIFE LIFT LIGS LIKE LILL LILO LILT LILY LIMA LIMB LIME LIMN LIMO LIMP LIMY LIND LINE LING LINK LINN LINO LINS LINT LINY LION LIPA LIPE LIPO LIPS LIRA LIRE LIRI LIRK LISK LISP LIST LITE LITH LITS LITU LIVE LOAD LOAF LOAM LOAN LOBE LOBI LOBO LOBS LOCA LOCH LOCI LOCK LOCO LODE LODS LOFT LOGE LOGO LOGS LOGY LOID LOIN LOIR LOKE LOLL LOMA LOME LONE LONG LOOF LOOK LOOM LOON LOOP LOOR LOOS LOOT LOPE LOPS LORD LORE LORN LORY LOSE LOSH LOSS LOST LOTA LOTE LOTH LOTI LOTO LOTS LOUD LOUN LOUP LOUR LOUS LOUT LOVE LOWE LOWN LOWP LOWS LOWT LOYS LUAU LUBE LUCE LUCK LUDE LUDO LUDS LUES LUFF LUGE LUGS LUIT LUKE LULL LULU LUMA LUMP LUMS LUNA LUNE LUNG LUNK LUNT LUNY LURE LURK LURS LUSH LUSK LUST LUTE LUTZ LUVS LUXE LWEI LYAM LYCH LYES LYME LYMS LYNE LYNX LYRA LYRE LYSE LYTE
MAAR MAAS MABE MACE MACH MACK MACS MADE MADS MAES MAGE MAGG MAGI MAGS MAHA MAID MAIK MAIL MAIM MAIN MAIR MAKE MAKI MAKO MAKS MALA MALE MALI MALL MALM MALS MALT MAMA MAMS MANA MAND MANE MANG MANI MANO MANS MANY MAPS MARA MARC MARD MARE MARG MARK MARL MARM MARS MART MARY MASA MASE MASH MASK MASS MAST MASU MATE MATH MATS MATT MATY MAUD MAUL MAUN MAUT MAWK MAWN MAWR MAWS MAXI MAYA MAYO MAYS MAZE MAZY MEAD MEAL MEAN MEAT MECK MEDS MEED MEEK MEER MEES MEET MEFF MEGA MEGS MEIN MELA MELD MELL MELS MELT MEME MEMO MEMS MEND MENE MENG MENO MENT MENU MEOU MEOW MERC MERE MERI MERK MERL MESA MESE MESH MESS META METE METH METS MEUS MEVE MEWL MEWS MEZE MEZZ MHOS MIBS MICA MICE MICH MICK MICO MICS MIDI MIDS MIEN MIFF MIGG MIGS MIHA MIHI MIKE MILD MILE MILF MILK MILL MILO MILS MILT MIME MINA MIND MINE MING MINI MINK MINO MINT MINX MINY MIPS MIRE MIRI MIRK MIRO MIRS MIRV MIRY MISE MISO MISS MIST MITE MITT MITY MIXT MIXY MIZZ MNAS MOAI MOAN MOAS MOAT MOBE MOBS MOBY MOCH MOCK MOCS MODE MODI MODS MOER MOES MOFO MOGS MOHR MOIL MOIT MOJO MOKE MOKI MOKO MOLA MOLD MOLE MOLL MOLS MOLT MOLY MOME MOMI MOMS MONA MONG MONK MONO MONS MONY MOOD MOOI MOOK MOOL MOON MOOP MOOR MOOS MOOT MOPE MOPS MOPY MORA MORE MORN MORS MORT MOSE MOSH MOSK MOSS MOST MOTE MOTH MOTI MOTS MOTT MOTU MOUE MOUP MOUS MOVE MOWA MOWN MOWS MOXA MOYA MOYL MOYS MOZE MOZO MOZZ MUCH MUCK MUDS MUFF MUGG MUGS MUID MUIL MUIR MULE MULL MUMM MUMP MUMS MUMU MUNG MUNI MUNS MUNT MUON MURA MURE MURK MURL MURR MUSE MUSH MUSK MUSO MUSS MUST MUTE MUTI MUTS MUTT MUZZ MWAH MYAL MYCS MYNA MYTH MYXO MZEE
NAAM NAAN NABE NABK NABS NACH NADA NADS NAFF NAGA NAGS NAIF NAIK NAIL NAIN NALA NAME NAMS NAMU NANA NANE NANG NANS NAOI NAOS NAPA NAPE NAPS NARC NARD NARE NARK NARY NATS NAVE NAVY NAYS NAZE NAZI NEAL NEAP NEAR NEAT NEBS NECK NEDS NEED NEEM NEEP NEFS NEGS NEIF NEKS NEMA NEMN NENE NEON NEPS NERD NERK NESH NESS NEST NETE NETS NETT NEUK NEUM NEVE NEVI NEWS NEWT NEXT NGAI NIBS NICE NICK NIDE NIDI NIDS NIED NIEF NIES NIFE NIFF NIGH NILL NILS NIMB NIMS NINE NIPA NIPS NIRL NISH NISI NITE NITS NIXE NIXY NOAH NOBS NOCK NODE NODI NODS NOEL NOES NOGG NOGS NOIL NOIR NOLE NOLL NOLO NOMA NOME NOMS NONA NONE NONG NONI NOOB NOOK NOON NOOP NOPE NORI NORK NORM NOSE NOSH NOSY NOTA NOTE NOTT NOUL NOUN NOUP NOUS NOUT NOVA NOWL NOWN NOWS NOWT NOWY NOYS NUBS NUDE NUFF NUKE NULL NUMB NUNS NURD NURL NURR NURS NUTS NYAS NYED NYES
OAFS OAKS OAKY OARS OARY OAST OATH OATS OATY OBAS OBES OBEY OBIA OBIS OBIT OBOE OBOL OBOS OCAS OCCY OCHE OCTA ODAH ODAL ODAS ODDS ODEA ODES ODIC ODOR ODSO ODYL OFAY OFFS OFFY OGAM OGEE OGLE OGRE OHED OHIA OHMS OIKS OILS OILY OINK OINT OKAS OKAY OKEH OKES OKRA OKTA OLDE OLDS OLDY OLEA OLEO OLES OLID OLIO OLLA OLMS OLPE OMBU OMEN OMER OMIT OMOV ONCE ONER ONES ONIE ONLY ONOS ONST ONTO ONUS ONYX OOFS OOFY OOHS OOMS OONS OONT OOPS OOSE OOSY OOTS OOZE OOZY OPAH OPAL OPED OPEN OPES OPPO OPTS OPUS ORAD ORAL ORBS ORBY ORCA ORCS ORDO ORDS ORES ORFE ORFS ORGY ORLE ORRA ORTS ORYX ORZO OSAR OSES OSSA OTIC OTTO OUCH OUDS OUKS OULD OULK OUMA OUPA OUPH OUPS OURN OURS OUST OUTS OUZO OVAL OVEL OVEN OVER OVUM OWED OWER OWES OWLS OWLY OWNS OWRE OWSE OWTS OXEN OXER OXES OXID OXIM OYER OYES OYEZ PAAL
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2020.08.13 16:39 gpngc gpngc's Half-PPR Top 10 Rankings

Hello everyone. Late last year I made weekly rankings on fantasyfootball and received a lot of positive feedback. Since that time I started writing about the NFL Draft on RotoBaller. Here are my half-PPR Top 10 Rankings. All comments and discussion welcome.
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I’m considering David Johnson at six. Not the sixth round, but at sixth overall. I’m hoping to land Devonta Freeman or Derrick Henry in the third round, but the decision is a tough one if both are on the board. For quarterback, I’m either going Aaron Rodgers in the seventh round or waiting until the tenth to grab Lamar Jackson.
Do I sound crazy? Out of touch? Of course. But in the summer of 2019, these were common takes. Imagine someone drafted Lamar Jackson in the third round last year? Or Derrick Henry in the first? Or Dalvin Cook in the top four? They’d have been ridiculed. Chalk rankings and ADP are not accurate predictors of fantasy production. Players who are being drafted outside the top 20 at their position will finish within the top 10. Players drafted in the first two rounds will *gasp* bust. The actual season never actually happens as the expert rankings tell you it would. The purpose of my rankings is to accurately predict that chaos. The ultimate goal here is to get every single ranking correct, but more realistically, nail some that differ from the consensus. Hopefully, they’ll help you uncover this year's Lamar Jackson.
These rankings are based on half-PPR scoring. Projections are prorated for 16 games, but injury risks in terms of possible missed games factor into the rankings. Upside and floor also factor in, which may explain why a player ranked lower may have better projections than a player ranked higher. Stay tuned in the coming days for rankings 11-20, followed by full QB, RB, WR, and TE rankings.
  1. Christian McCaffrey - RB, Panthers
Christian McCaffrey is coming off one of the best fantasy seasons of all time but his situation has changed. He has a new head coach in Matt Rhule, a new offensive coordinator in Joe Brady, and a new quarterback in Teddy Bridgewater. Even though regression is expected, these changes do not make his situation worse. Bridgewater is an upgrade over Kyle Allen and Joe Brady is a stud young coach who just dominated the college ranks. His philosophy about using running backs as receiving weapons meshes well with McCaffrey’s skillset. McCaffrey had a 24% target share in the past two seasons. While the addition of Robby Anderson could drop that number a bit, his new QB’s propensity for short passes should keep his share over 22%.
The skill that sets McCaffrey apart from all other backs is not his receiving prowess - but his durability. He handled over 700 touches at Stanford and has played every game in his three NFL seasons. Every player has some level of injury risk, but McCaffrey has proven to be more durable than most.
Projections: 287 rushes, 1320 yds, 92 rec, 737 yds, 13 TD
2 Saquon Barkley - RB, Giants
There is a strong case to be made for Saquon Barkley as RB1. He is more freakishly athletic than McCaffrey and averaged 2.8 yards after contact compared to McCaffrey’s 1.8 last season. The Giants used two premium picks on offensive linemen, including fourth overall, and expect growth from Will Hernandez. Daniel Jones is coming off a rookie year in which he proved to be a fantasy-friendly player. New Giants offensive coordinator Jason Garrett hasn’t called plays in a while but has had success feeding his RB1 as a head coach. I expect Barkley to be fed. There is league MVP upside here.
Projections: 298 rushes, 1482 yds, 69 rec, 554 yds, 13 TD
3 Ezekiel Elliot - RB, Cowboys
I hate chalk rankings. They are boring and regurgitate the same things over and over. The fact that my Top 3 is chalk is frustrating, but that’s what my projections spit out. Zeke is going to be the top weapon on a high-powered offense with PFF’s third-ranked offensive line. I actually do not love his ceiling.
I think he is a terrific bet to finish anywhere from RB3 to RB7, but has a fairly low chance to be the RB1 or RB2. Zeke is a year older with a huge contract while impressive second-year backup Tony Pollard is still on his rookie deal and has earned more than the 20% rushing share he had last season. Dak Prescott is also a rushing threat and the Cowboys have one of the best receiver groups in the NFL. Locked in as the RB3 in most formats, there’s no reason to get cute here. His floor when healthy is too high. And as a bonus, he’s already had COVID-19!
Projections: 280 rushes, 1242 yds, 57 rec, 485 yds, 14 TD
4 Dalvin Cook - RB, Vikings
A year ago, I compared 2019 Dalvin Cook to 2014 Demarco Murray. That proved to be an apt comparison, as Cook broke out thanks in large part due to the addition of Gary Kubiak to the Vikings coaching staff. Unfortunately, untimely injury issues hurt his fantasy owners. Fantasy players have trust issues with him as a result, which is impacting his ADP. Cook was rumored to hold out but instead reported to camp. He is locked in as the featured player on a solid team with a huge role in the passing game.
Cook has been an elite touchdown scorer and backfield receiving option dating back to his days dominating the ACC at Florida State. Even with expected slight regression in YPC, TD rate, and target share, Cook projects to continue his efficient ways whenever on the field. The only drawback with Cook as a fantasy asset is his injury risk, having missed 19 of 48 NFL games. It has always been my philosophy to draft currently healthy players based on talent and ignore past injuries unless there is a scientific reason to doubt their chances of staying on the field.
Cook has yet to play a full 16-game season, but two years removed from a torn ACL, he’s worth the perceived risk. I would rather have a player miss games on my bench than fail to produce in my lineup. I have the stomach to handle injury risk players because I have confidence in my ability to fill my lineup with good players if they miss time. What hurts my soul is a poor performer IN my lineup.
Projections: 259 rushes, 1,140 yds, 62 rec, 511 yds, 13 TD
5 Alvin Kamara - RB, Saints
Slowed by nagging injuries, Alvin Kamara had a relatively disappointing 2019 season, finishing as RB8 after widely being drafted in the top three. He is due for some serious positive TD regression after hitting paydirt just 6 times in 2019. He scored 18 and 13 in his first two seasons. It was evident on film that Kamara was not as explosive in 2019 as he was the two years prior, but that can be blamed on the nagging injuries. Kamara himself said he played the season “on one leg” and at just 75%.
The only changes in his situation are the additions of Emmanuel Sanders and Ty Montgomery, who hasn’t been relevant in years. The floor here is so high, predicting injury, which is a fool's errand, is the only reason to pass on Kamara near his ADP.
Projections: 199 rushes, 895 yds, 87 rec, 688 yds, 12 TD
6 Joe Mixon - RB, Bengals
Joe Mixon finished as the RB6 in the second half of last season. His lack of production in the first half can be explained by a new offense, terrible offensive line, and a curious lack of action in the passing game. His 8% target share dropped from his 2018 target share of 12%, and because Giovanni Bernard’s did as well, Zac Taylor’s offense clearly did not emphasize utilizing RBs in the passing game. I expect that to change with a year of Taylor self-scouting and evolving his offense. Teams that don’t use their backs in the passing game are behind the eight ball in terms of analytics. It would be foolish to continue to target backs at such a low rate.
Part of the explanation could be the necessity of keeping their backs in protection to help a porous offensive line. The line will be better, as stud first-round pick Jonah Williams returns at left tackle, and expected growth from Billy Price. The Rams added a quality tackle the year Gurley broke out. Offensive line aside, the addition of Joe Burrow points to more targets in the passing game for Bengals RBs after he helped feed Clyde Edwards-Helaire at LSU. So if Mixon’s targets go up and he remains as effective as a runner, there is big-time upside in an offense that will be much better. I’m buying the Bengals offense this year.
Projections: 290 rushes, 1,283 yds, 41 rec, 342 yds, 12 TD
7 Josh Jacobs - RB, Raiders
The Raiders ran the ball at the eighth-highest rate in the league last season and return one of the better offensive lines in the NFL. Josh Jacobs had an extremely impressive rookie season, grading out as PFF’s second-ranked runner, despite battling a shoulder injury. Jacobs has as good a shot as any RB to lead the league in rushing. His value is dependent on two key factors. First is his role in the passing game. At Alabama, Jacobs was frequently used as a pass-catcher, while Damien Harris was more of the grinder. Jacobs flashed terrific hands and pass pro reps on film, which made his lack of involvement in the Raiders’ passing game last year curious.
The second factor, his questionable durability outlook, is actually related to that lack of volume as a pass-catcher. The Raiders likely scaled back his workload in terms of the mental side of the game. Jacobs was not a featured player at Alabama, but the Raiders still saw him as their best pure runner. So, instead of giving a green rookie a full plate of assignments, they let him succeed as a runner while using Jalen Richard, who isn’t a great runner, to his strengths as a receiving back. It makes sense that in his second year, Jacobs’ role in the passing game will expand. In fact, Mike Mayock has already mentioned it.
The potential league-winning question is how many touches can Jacobs handle, considering he's never been a workhorse and has had injury issues. My projections are aggressive because two old-school football minds spent a first-round pick on him and he’s done nothing but impress when on the field.
Projections: 302 rushes, 1,344 yds, 35 rec, 271 yds, 11 TD
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8 Nick Chubb - RB, Browns
The Browns offense underachieved under Freddie Kitchens last season. Baker Mayfield regressed, the offensive line played poorly, and the talented receivers underperformed. Nick Chubb still finished as RB7. Chubb’s production fell when Kareem Hunt returned from suspension, but he was still the preferred running option, and his effectiveness remained elite. 16 games of Hunt is a legitimate concern, but reports have him cross-training at wide receiver, which will allow the Browns to play both on the field at the same time. Chubb’s 77% rushing share will probably decline, but everything else about his situation looks better. Kevin Stefanski has had success with running backs, most recently Dalvin Cook.
Both tackle spots have been upgraded, with Jedrick Wills on the left side and Jack Conklin on the right side. The Browns even added lead-blocker fullback Andy Janovich from Denver. Chubb averaged five yards per carry last year and has a real chance to approach that number again. He's currently being drafted with substantial drops in rushing share and efficiency baked in. The Browns will run more and be a better offense, so I’m buying Chubb everywhere. My only two concerns are his lack of involvement in the passing game and a chance of a lower TD rate due to all the prolific TD-scorers on the roster.
Projections: 284 rushes, 1,418 yds, 20 rec, 153 yds, 12 TD
9 Michael Thomas - WR, Saints
One of the biggest mistakes fantasy players make is placing too much emphasis on what happened last year. You aren’t drafting a player and simply getting last year’s stats. On the other hand, looking back at stats from two-plus years ago is probably even less relevant. The job of fantasy prognosticators is to project what will happen this year, and in many cases, while that does involve analyzing what happened last year, it is often overstated. Football factors, such as situation, film, coaching, and schedule are difficult to quantify in projections, but insight into more than just the math can give you an edge.
I try to mix logical football reasons based on film study and a deeper understanding of the game when projecting next season. There was no 2018 or 2017 data that would suggest Michael Thomas would command 185 targets in 2019. What could have been predicted was the impact of losing Mark Ingram and the lack of development from potential ancillary receiving options, in addition to the foreseeable uptick in passing attempts. Keep this in mind when I paint possible scenarios in order to go out on a limb and separate my rankings from the cookie-cutter chalk. Imagine the backlash a fantasy expert would have gotten for ranking Thomas in the top-five last offseason.
Thomas had a 34% target share last season. He’s still basically the same player as he was in 2018 when he had a 28% target share, and there is no reason to expect 180+ targets again. The Saints passed more last year than they did in 2017 and 2018, Drew Brees is a year older, and Emmanuel Sanders is now a legitimate second option. Thomas has a high floor, but even my projection of 163 targets might be aggressive given his 147 targets in 2018 and 149 in 2017.
Projections: 163 targets, 129 rec, 1,486 yds, 8 TD
10 Jonathan Taylor - RB, Colts
A rookie rounds out my top 10, but not the one you might expect. Full disclosure: I am a draftnik. I may tend to overvalue rookies. And the interesting thing here is that I didn’t even have Jonathan Taylor as a top-three back in my pre-draft RB rankings. I wasn’t exactly low on him, I just loved Dobbins and CEH, and thought Swift had upside as a pass-catcher. So why am I ranking Taylor so high? Let’s look at the facts.
One of the greatest runners in the history of college football was drafted with the 41st pick, the sweet spot for RBs, by the Colts after a trade-up. The Colts have the best offensive line in football, a bright and productive offensive coaching staff, and a veteran quarterback who has had a ton of success checking at the line of scrimmage and generally utilizing running backs throughout his career. The elephant in the room is Marlon Mack, who was drafted by the Colts with the 143rd pick in 2017 and has ranked as the 28th, 37th, and 31st running back by PFF in the past three seasons. Mack is a good player, but the Colts did not use a premium pick on a workhorse with the goal of splitting the workload evenly. I’m actually more concerned with Hines taking snaps away in full-PPR leagues.
The Colts will finish in the top-five in rushing attempts this season (poor division helps), and Taylor will win leagues. He’s not a great receiver and I am somewhat concerned that three of my top ten running backs have receiving workload question marks. Full-PPR drafters can adjust accordingly.
Projections: 282 rushes, 1,316 yds, 21 rec, 178 yds, 12 TD
Thanks for reading, and stay tuned for rankings 11-20 and positional rankings in the coming days.
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2020.08.12 05:15 jakemondo The Red Man is real: The Violator (Part 4)

Everything has a beginning.
The Red Man is a blind spot in our collective unconscious. You might feel him, like an ache in your bones. You might become absolutely certain that he is standing just behind you. But as soon as you turn to look, he’s gone.
The Red Man’s true desire is chaos. He feeds off it. So he infects the world with things that are sinister. His influence can be found in the places you are afraid to look.
“You know that aliens built the pyramids, right?” Edmund, a tech billionaire had a smug grin that you just wanted to smack off his face. We had found his name in Doctor Kline’s files. Emma and I managed to secure an interview by posing as a documentary crew.
“You sure about that?” I was skeptical.
Edmund looked out the window. He saw a homeless encampment outside. “You know how much money I make?” He sighed. “What gives these people the right to camp out where I have to look at them?”
The hunger I had experienced in the forest was rising again. I don’t hurt people, generally speaking. But this man seemed to be in need of some form of corrective ‘adjustment.’ “Where do you expect them to go, exactly? They have to sleep somewhere.” I felt my anger rising.
Emma interrupted, avoiding a catastrophe. “One of your associates mentioned that you had been treated by a Doctor Kline? We were hoping we could ask him some questions about his research. But we haven’t been able to find him.”
“Doctor K? Oh yeah I remember.” Edmund thought back. “I took this trip to Egypt a few years ago, visited some old burial sites. After that I started having some trouble sleeping, that’s all. But Doctor K cleared me right up.” Edmund leaned forward. “But I don’t know where he is... I thought you were here to ask me about my company?”
“Did you, by any chance, take anything from the sites you visited?” Emma’s question was pointed.
“No.” The look on Edmund’s face was disdainful. “I am not a tomb robber. Or ‘tomb raider.’ Or whatever the kids are calling it these days.”
“What can you tell us about your new project?”
“AI is the future. It’s going to change everything. Pretty soon it’ll be smart enough to tell us what to do and when that happens, we won’t have to make choices for ourselves anymore.”
“That sounds terrible.” I thought it was a bad idea.
Edmund had a vision. “In the old days we used to pray for guidance, right? Why? Because we thought there might be something up there, smarter than all of us. And now, with my technology. Soon there will be. A visionary guide for the human race.”
“And what if its intentions aren’t noble?” Emma wondered.
“We have safeguards.” Edmund had the look of someone who had found true peace. “My company is so far ahead of anyone else. They should all just pack up and go home.”
“Kind of strange.” Emma wondered. “You travel to Egypt. You come back. And all of a sudden, you’re making these incredible advancements. How does that work?”
“So what are you saying?” Edmund crossed his fingers. “Are you implying that I went down there and found some ancient artifact that makes computers smart or something?”
“Maybe.”
“What kind of interview is this?” Edmund frowned. “Who are you, really?”
“We’re just trying to get some answers.” I tried to keep the discussion on track.
“No. We’re done.” Edmund motioned to his assistant. “Show them the way out.”
As we drove away, Emma seemed anxious. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“We’re being followed.” She kept an eye on the rear-view.
I looked back and saw a black town car. I recognized it. It was the same car that had been at the airport when we arrived. “Who is it?”
Before she could answer, another car hit us from the side. Glass shattered. Our vehicle went spinning. I tried to go after her, I was pinned. Emma was tossed into the black car and taken.
I woke up in a hospital room. I felt pain in most of my joints and limbs. “What happened to your arm?” A nurse that seemed like an angel stood over me. Adanna looked at the scars on my arm with concern. “Did you cut yourself?”
I looked down at the markings from where I had carved the parasite out. “It’s a long story.” It tried to get out of bed, but my knee buckled.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Adanna shook her head. “You were in a car accident. Your body needs time to heal.” She helped me back into bed. “Now I want you to promise me, you won’t try that again.”
I nodded. I was in terrible pain. But Emma was out there, a captive of some unknown force. And she needed my help. But for now I had no choice but to stay here. I could barely walk.
Just then I heard a child’s laughter from the hall. “There are kids here?” I asked.
She gave me a strange look. “There are no children on this floor.” It must’ve been the voices again. And that shook me. What if there was something in this hospital and I was too weak to fight it?
That night I woke up. The window was open. I heard something, a kind of nasally chewing sound. I approached the other patient in the room, without making too much noise. There was something moving, just behind the divider.
As I approached the hospital bed. I saw a figure. It was gnawing on the patient, feeding on them. As I got closer, the violator heard me. It looked up. It saw me. Then it screamed and it ran away from its victim, before jumping out the window.
The next morning, Adanna and the doctors told me the patient had passed away. “Did he have any marks on his neck?” I wondered. “Like a bite mark or something?”
“Now why would you ask something like that?” Adanna was curious. “But if it makes you feel better.” She showed me the man. And there was nothing where the creature had been feeding on him. No scars or marks. But there was something about his eyes. A dark film had clouded them.
I heard the child’s laughter again. “Are you sure there aren’t any kids on this floor?”
Adanna looked at me closely. “You hear them too?”
I locked eyes with her, she must have thought I was crazy. “Do you hear voices sometimes? Things that aren’t there?”
She turned away. “I hear all kinds of terrible things… But I don’t know what they are.”
“I think we’re the same.” I tried to explain. “There is darkness in the world. And some people are connected to it.” I wondered if I should tell her about the Red Man, but I realized that knowing about his existence is a curse.
“Adanna.” I gripped her hand. “I need your help. My friend was taken… I’ve been trying to hear her, but I can’t. Maybe if we try together?”
“No.” She pulled her hand away. “This is dark magic you’re talking about. I won’t have anything to do with it.”
The violator returned that night, but this time I was ready. I watched as the window opened. I hid as the thing emerged, creeping through the window.
I followed it down the hall, which seemed eerily empty. I heard the children’s cries again. Then the creature disappeared into a room with several patients.
I found it feeding on an elderly woman. It was gnawing, clawing. I knew that if I didn’t do something it would kill that poor woman, just like it had done the night before. “Hey! Get away from her!” The violator turned. I could see that it was displeased at the sight of me.
The violator whipped away from the patient and came for me. It crawled on top of me, pinning me down. Its mouth began to bulge like an octopus, and it wrapped itself around my face. As I struggled to breathe, its eyes were pulsing, bioluminescent bulbs.
“Get off!” Adanna arrived. She had a scalpel. She stabbed the creature repeatedly until it hissed and let me go. I coughed madly. The violator screamed and ran back through the hall.
“What was that thing?” Adanna was in shock.
“I don’t know.” I recovered from the attack. “But if we don’t stop it, it’s going to keep killing people.”
Adanna wasn’t so sure. “What do you expect me to do? How can we kill something like that?”
“I don’t know. But those voices we heard might be connected. Was there ever a children’s ward here?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “But nobody goes there anymore. That floor is empty.”
The next day we found our way to the abandoned basement. Sulfur lights buzzed. The floors were littered with old toys and magazines.
“Why did they close this floor down?” I wondered.
“One year, a bunch of the children got sick. Several of them died. They had this disease where their eyes turned grey.” Adanna explained. “After that, nobody wanted to keep their children here.” We continued down the hall. “Sometimes I dream of a man.” Adanna confessed. “He is so full of evil. When I dream of him, I think I might never wake up again… Do you know who he is?”
“No.” I lied. I couldn’t tell her about the Red Man. Once she knew, she would be in danger.
Just then there was a buzz, like some old equipment had been left on. We entered the room where the noise came from. Wallpaper peeled off the walls. Lights flickered as we searched. Adanna bent down to find a discarded doll. She picked it up. “Maybe that thing that attacked you was what made the children sick.”
We found something in the corner. It was an egg sac of some kind, fleshy at the touch. It smelled rotten. Black fractals extended out of it and up the wall. I touched it gently. And it moved. Something began to crawl out.
The violator stretched its body out, pulling itself outside its nest. Then it saw us. “What do we do now?” Adanna asked.
“Run!” I grabbed her arm. We ran down the hall as that thing chased after us. We hit the elevator button. But something was wrong.
“It’s not working.” Adanna jabbed at the button again. She turned to see the violator crawling slowly forward.
“In here!” I pulled her down the hall. We shut the door and moved some old furniture to barricade it. The doors rattled and shook as that thing tried to get in, to feed on us. Then it stopped.
“How do we kill it?” Adanna asked.
“My friend had some kind of protection, but she didn’t know what it was. It was just names and dates.”
“Names and dates?” Adanna had an idea. “In my country we believe in ‘ashe.’ It’s a kind of energy inside you that helps you change the world around you. Maybe the names are people with powerful ashe and they are protecting her.”
“If only we had some of our own.” I wasn’t sure how that knowledge would do us much good.
“Maybe we do.” Adanna felt confident. “I have something in me. Maybe it is something we can use to fight with.”
The violator appeared in front of us. Adanna stood before it. “Wait!” But she was braver than I was. And she ignored me.
Step by step, she approached the thing, it growled. “Look at me.” She stared the creature in the face. “You hurt those children, didn’t you?” The demon seemed to grin. “In my home there was a man, who loved me very much. He wanted to come here, to be with his wife. But they wouldn’t let him. One night two men tried to rob him, and even after he gave them his money, they killed him. He was a good man, who loved his wife. But I still hold him here, in my heart.” She advanced. “You must leave these people alone. You must stop hurting them.” Behind her I saw the spirit of her husband. For a moment he stood beside her in strength, then vanished.
The creature began to back away, cowering from Adanna’s courage.
Then something else arrived. Something deeper and darker. The walls of the hall started to glow, as if they were burning under the paint. “Get Down!” I grabbed Adanna and turned her away. “Whatever you do, don’t look.”
I felt a shockwave as the Red Man emerged. He seemed to growl, displeased with the violator. This creature had failed him. It had fallen back to hope. The Red Man lifted his foot, and he crushed the demon under it. “What is happening?” Adanna cried.
“Don’t look.”
But the Red Man was clever. He spoke to her, in the voice of her husband. “Come back to me, my wife.” She didn’t look. “Don’t you love me anymore?” She didn’t look. “If I go now, you will never see me again.”
Adanna couldn’t help herself. She ached for a glimpse of the man she loved. I tried to stop her. But she stood, mesmerized. “Adanna, no!” She approached the Red Man, step by step. She stared into the creature’s eyes, as she was consumed by the horror.
But before the Red Man could finish his ritual, I grabbed Adanna. I closed my eyes and I pulled her to safety. We made our way to the stairwell. We ran up the stairs. Finally, the trashing winds from the basement subsided. The violator had been dealt with, but not by us.
After Adanna had recovered, I approached her. “I know you’ve been through a lot. But my friend is in danger. I need your help.”
She nodded. “Then I will help you find her.” We joined hands. And we listened for the voices. Working together, I could see farther, hear more. My mind reached out and searched across the void until I found a voice. It was Emma’s.
“So it’s not just the terrible things we hear after all?” Adanna felt relieved. “Do you think maybe? One day I can talk to my husband again?”
“It’s too dangerous.” I learned something new about the Red Man today. He had the power to influence people by fear, or by pretending to be someone they loved.
As I packed my things and was about to leave, Adanna gripped my hand. “Tell me. What was that thing I saw down there? I have to know.”
I didn’t want to tell her, but it was too late for innocence. So I explained it to her. I told her the story of the Red Man, and how he was the source of the creature that attacked us.
“Then he is responsible? For hurting those children?” Adanna felt cold.
“He is responsible for so much more than that.” I replied. “But I am going to rescue my friend. And we’re going to stop him.”
Prologue: The Mark (NSFW)
Part 1: The Red Man is Real
Part 2: The Burning Woman
Part 3: The Well
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2020.08.12 05:13 jakemondo The Red Man is real: The Violator

Everything has a beginning.
The Red Man is a blind spot in our collective unconscious. You might feel him, like an ache in your bones. You might become absolutely certain that he is standing just behind you. But as soon as you turn to look, he’s gone.
The Red Man’s true desire is chaos. He feeds off it. So he infects the world with things that are sinister. His influence can be found in the places you are afraid to look.
“You know that aliens built the pyramids, right?” Edmund, a tech billionaire had a smug grin that you just wanted to smack off his face. We had found his name in Doctor Kline’s files. Emma and I managed to secure an interview by posing as a documentary crew.
“You sure about that?” I was skeptical.
Edmund looked out the window. He saw a homeless encampment outside. “You know how much money I make?” He sighed. “What gives these people the right to camp out where I have to look at them?”
The hunger I had experienced in the forest was rising again. I don’t hurt people, generally speaking. But this man seemed to be in need of some form of corrective ‘adjustment.’ “Where do you expect them to go, exactly? They have to sleep somewhere.” I felt my anger rising.
Emma interrupted, avoiding a catastrophe. “One of your associates mentioned that you had been treated by a Doctor Kline? We were hoping we could ask him some questions about his research. But we haven’t been able to find him.”
“Doctor K? Oh yeah I remember.” Edmund thought back. “I took this trip to Egypt a few years ago, visited some old burial sites. After that I started having some trouble sleeping, that’s all. But Doctor K cleared me right up.” Edmund leaned forward. “But I don’t know where he is... I thought you were here to ask me about my company?”
“Did you, by any chance, take anything from the sites you visited?” Emma’s question was pointed.
“No.” The look on Edmund’s face was disdainful. “I am not a tomb robber. Or ‘tomb raider.’ Or whatever the kids are calling it these days.”
“What can you tell us about your new project?”
“AI is the future. It’s going to change everything. Pretty soon it’ll be smart enough to tell us what to do and when that happens, we won’t have to make choices for ourselves anymore.”
“That sounds terrible.” I thought it was a bad idea.
Edmund had a vision. “In the old days we used to pray for guidance, right? Why? Because we thought there might be something up there, smarter than all of us. And now, with my technology. Soon there will be. A visionary guide for the human race.”
“And what if its intentions aren’t noble?” Emma wondered.
“We have safeguards.” Edmund had the look of someone who had found true peace. “My company is so far ahead of anyone else. They should all just pack up and go home.”
“Kind of strange.” Emma wondered. “You travel to Egypt. You come back. And all of a sudden, you’re making these incredible advancements. How does that work?”
“So what are you saying?” Edmund crossed his fingers. “Are you implying that I went down there and found some ancient artifact that makes computers smart or something?”
“Maybe.”
“What kind of interview is this?” Edmund frowned. “Who are you, really?”
“We’re just trying to get some answers.” I tried to keep the discussion on track.
“No. We’re done.” Edmund motioned to his assistant. “Show them the way out.”
As we drove away, Emma seemed anxious. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“We’re being followed.” She kept an eye on the rear-view.
I looked back and saw a black town car. I recognized it. It was the same car that had been at the airport when we arrived. “Who is it?”
Before she could answer, another car hit us from the side. Glass shattered. Our vehicle went spinning. I tried to go after her, I was pinned. Emma was tossed into the black car and taken.
I woke up in a hospital room. I felt pain in most of my joints and limbs. “What happened to your arm?” A nurse that seemed like an angel stood over me. Adanna looked at the scars on my arm with concern. “Did you cut yourself?”
I looked down at the markings from where I had carved the parasite out. “It’s a long story.” It tried to get out of bed, but my knee buckled.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Adanna shook her head. “You were in a car accident. Your body needs time to heal.” She helped me back into bed. “Now I want you to promise me, you won’t try that again.”
I nodded. I was in terrible pain. But Emma was out there, a captive of some unknown force. And she needed my help. But for now I had no choice but to stay here. I could barely walk.
Just then I heard a child’s laughter from the hall. “There are kids here?” I asked.
She gave me a strange look. “There are no children on this floor.” It must’ve been the voices again. And that shook me. What if there was something in this hospital and I was too weak to fight it?
That night I woke up. The window was open. I heard something, a kind of nasally chewing sound. I approached the other patient in the room, without making too much noise. There was something moving, just behind the divider.
As I approached the hospital bed. I saw a figure. It was gnawing on the patient, feeding on them. As I got closer, the violator heard me. It looked up. It saw me. Then it screamed and it ran away from its victim, before jumping out the window.
The next morning, Adanna and the doctors told me the patient had passed away. “Did he have any marks on his neck?” I wondered. “Like a bite mark or something?”
“Now why would you ask something like that?” Adanna was curious. “But if it makes you feel better.” She showed me the man. And there was nothing where the creature had been feeding on him. No scars or marks. But there was something about his eyes. A dark film had clouded them.
I heard the child’s laughter again. “Are you sure there aren’t any kids on this floor?”
Adanna looked at me closely. “You hear them too?”
I locked eyes with her, she must have thought I was crazy. “Do you hear voices sometimes? Things that aren’t there?”
She turned away. “I hear all kinds of terrible things… But I don’t know what they are.”
“I think we’re the same.” I tried to explain. “There is darkness in the world. And some people are connected to it.” I wondered if I should tell her about the Red Man, but I realized that knowing about his existence is a curse.
“Adanna.” I gripped her hand. “I need your help. My friend was taken… I’ve been trying to hear her, but I can’t. Maybe if we try together?”
“No.” She pulled her hand away. “This is dark magic you’re talking about. I won’t have anything to do with it.”
The violator returned that night, but this time I was ready. I watched as the window opened. I hid as the thing emerged, creeping through the window.
I followed it down the hall, which seemed eerily empty. I heard the children’s cries again. Then the creature disappeared into a room with several patients.
I found it feeding on an elderly woman. It was gnawing, clawing. I knew that if I didn’t do something it would kill that poor woman, just like it had done the night before. “Hey! Get away from her!” The violator turned. I could see that it was displeased at the sight of me.
The violator whipped away from the patient and came for me. It crawled on top of me, pinning me down. Its mouth began to bulge like an octopus, and it wrapped itself around my face. As I struggled to breathe, its eyes were pulsing, bioluminescent bulbs.
“Get off!” Adanna arrived. She had a scalpel. She stabbed the creature repeatedly until it hissed and let me go. I coughed madly. The violator screamed and ran back through the hall.
“What was that thing?” Adanna was in shock.
“I don’t know.” I recovered from the attack. “But if we don’t stop it, it’s going to keep killing people.”
Adanna wasn’t so sure. “What do you expect me to do? How can we kill something like that?”
“I don’t know. But those voices we heard might be connected. Was there ever a children’s ward here?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “But nobody goes there anymore. That floor is empty.”
The next day we found our way to the abandoned basement. Sulfur lights buzzed. The floors were littered with old toys and magazines.
“Why did they close this floor down?” I wondered.
“One year, a bunch of the children got sick. Several of them died. They had this disease where their eyes turned grey.” Adanna explained. “After that, nobody wanted to keep their children here.” We continued down the hall. “Sometimes I dream of a man.” Adanna confessed. “He is so full of evil. When I dream of him, I think I might never wake up again… Do you know who he is?”
“No.” I lied. I couldn’t tell her about the Red Man. Once she knew, she would be in danger.
Just then there was a buzz, like some old equipment had been left on. We entered the room where the noise came from. Wallpaper peeled off the walls. Lights flickered as we searched. Adanna bent down to find a discarded doll. She picked it up. “Maybe that thing that attacked you was what made the children sick.”
We found something in the corner. It was an egg sac of some kind, fleshy at the touch. It smelled rotten. Black fractals extended out of it and up the wall. I touched it gently. And it moved. Something began to crawl out.
The violator stretched its body out, pulling itself outside its nest. Then it saw us. “What do we do now?” Adanna asked.
“Run!” I grabbed her arm. We ran down the hall as that thing chased after us. We hit the elevator button. But something was wrong.
“It’s not working.” Adanna jabbed at the button again. She turned to see the violator crawling slowly forward.
“In here!” I pulled her down the hall. We shut the door and moved some old furniture to barricade it. The doors rattled and shook as that thing tried to get in, to feed on us. Then it stopped.
“How do we kill it?” Adanna asked.
“My friend had some kind of protection, but she didn’t know what it was. It was just names and dates.”
“Names and dates?” Adanna had an idea. “In my country we believe in ‘ashe.’ It’s a kind of energy inside you that helps you change the world around you. Maybe the names are people with powerful ashe and they are protecting her.”
“If only we had some of our own.” I wasn’t sure how that knowledge would do us much good.
“Maybe we do.” Adanna felt confident. “I have something in me. Maybe it is something we can use to fight with.”
The violator appeared in front of us. Adanna stood before it. “Wait!” But she was braver than I was. And she ignored me.
Step by step, she approached the thing, it growled. “Look at me.” She stared the creature in the face. “You hurt those children, didn’t you?” The demon seemed to grin. “In my home there was a man, who loved me very much. He wanted to come here, to be with his wife. But they wouldn’t let him. One night two men tried to rob him, and even after he gave them his money, they killed him. He was a good man, who loved his wife. But I still hold him here, in my heart.” She advanced. “You must leave these people alone. You must stop hurting them.” Behind her I saw the spirit of her husband. For a moment he stood beside her in strength, then vanished.
The creature began to back away, cowering from Adanna’s courage.
Then something else arrived. Something deeper and darker. The walls of the hall started to glow, as if they were burning under the paint. “Get Down!” I grabbed Adanna and turned her away. “Whatever you do, don’t look.”
I felt a shockwave as the Red Man emerged. He seemed to growl, displeased with the violator. This creature had failed him. It had fallen back to hope. The Red Man lifted his foot, and he crushed the demon under it. “What is happening?” Adanna cried.
“Don’t look.”
But the Red Man was clever. He spoke to her, in the voice of her husband. “Come back to me, my wife.” She didn’t look. “Don’t you love me anymore?” She didn’t look. “If I go now, you will never see me again.”
Adanna couldn’t help herself. She ached for a glimpse of the man she loved. I tried to stop her. But she stood, mesmerized. “Adanna, no!” She approached the Red Man, step by step. She stared into the creature’s eyes, as she was consumed by the horror.
But before the Red Man could finish his ritual, I grabbed Adanna. I closed my eyes and I pulled her to safety. We made our way to the stairwell. We ran up the stairs. Finally, the trashing winds from the basement subsided. The violator had been dealt with, but not by us.
After Adanna had recovered, I approached her. “I know you’ve been through a lot. But my friend is in danger. I need your help.”
She nodded. “Then I will help you find her.” We joined hands. And we listened for the voices. Working together, I could see farther, hear more. My mind reached out and searched across the void until I found a voice. It was Emma’s.
“So it’s not just the terrible things we hear after all?” Adanna felt relieved. “Do you think maybe? One day I can talk to my husband again?”
“It’s too dangerous.” I learned something new about the Red Man today. He had the power to influence people by fear, or by pretending to be someone they loved.
As I packed my things and was about to leave, Adanna gripped my hand. “Tell me. What was that thing I saw down there? I have to know.”
I didn’t want to tell her, but it was too late for innocence. So I explained it to her. I told her the story of the Red Man, and how he was the source of the creature that attacked us.
“Then he is responsible? For hurting those children?” Adanna felt cold.
“He is responsible for so much more than that.” I replied. “But I am going to rescue my friend. And we’re going to stop him.”
Prologue: The Mark (NSFW)
Part 1: The Red Man is Real
Part 2: The Burning Woman
Part 3: The Well
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2020.08.11 17:53 Cognomifex The Ambling Sapient PART 3

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[18Hz:2.5s-31Hz:1.7s-24Hz:2s] took another step, and the ground trembled.
What an odd antezenith, it thought leisurely, as its ambulation-pillars pulverized a chalky section of road below. It had lived for many lightspan-darkspans, and this was the first where it had awoken anywhere other than the exact place it had fallen asleep.
Screaming at the top of its tiny lungs, one of the wriggling prey in its grazing hooks was lifted casually up to its millstone-sized mandibles and pulverized into nutrient paste.
Bah, more chaff than kernel, it mused disappointedly as its myriad tongues scooped the paste to the rear of its feeding-beak.
A whirring thing, glinting in the sunlight, chicaned through the air nearby. Odd reflections and refractions off of the thing's fused-silicate faceplate danced on [18Hz:2.5s-31Hz:1.7s-24Hz:2s]'s vision discs, and again one of the monstrously large being's whiplimbs swatted at the buzzing curiosity. Smaller than the usual airborne parasites that haunted the vast shambling mound of muscle and carapace, this one was peculiar in that it never got close enough to land and sample the hulk's flesh. It would have ignored the shining gnat altogether, but it had no desire to learn how deeply the thing would burrow if given access to the soft flesh around [18Hz:2.5s-31Hz:1.7s-24Hz:2s]'s armour plates. It was - presumably - very far from home and had no idea where to find a reliable groomer-grazer to feast on parasites.
Perhaps it is injured the great living mound pondered, trying futilely to ascertain the motives of the mere mortals that came and went around it as the stars danced in the sky and the world grew old.
It bellowed its displeasure at the buzzing distraction. Completely unbeknownst to it, a hunter hiding nearby died horribly as the immense vibrations liquefied its organs.
I hope I can kill it soon. This is annoying.
Far off, dozens of steps at least, [18Hz:2.5s-31Hz:1.7s-24Hz:2s] witnessed something very noteworthy indeed. One of the little preythings was hiding, as preythings are wont to do, and observing the demise of another at the hands of a third. The dying one writhed for a moment in the grasp of its killer.
The hiding one, presumably a scavenger, waited for some impossible-to-fathom criterion to be met, and then performed a fascinating action. It used the entire length of its body as a whiplimb, grasping a crumb of the odd chalky ground that comprised the bulk of [18Hz:2.5s-31Hz:1.7s-24Hz:2s]'s new waking-place. At the apex of the arc it released the ground-crumb, which sailed briefly through the air before impacting the prey-that-kills-prey, stunning it.
The scavenger-prey took advantage of this to go about the tiresome business of slaying something it was not large enough to crush.
How fun, it thought, never having needed to get more creative than using the tools it was given at birth to procure food and peace.
It spied the whirring gnat again as a sunbeam played off the thing's shining surface and onto one of [18Hz:2.5s-31Hz:1.7s-24Hz:2s]'s great mirrored vision discs.
I think I'll try it, the creature determined, feeling whimsical.
->>>-
I had started to get into the zone. By my reckoning we only had another kilometre or two between us and the totem receptacle. It had been a terrifying, gore-soaked morning, but barring a catastrophe we were on the home stretch.
Naturally, that was the exact moment that catastrophe chose to strike. Go fuck yourself, Murphy.
Skleex's grip on the ammo belt tightened, and she squeaked in my ear frantically. I had no idea what she was trying to say. In retrospect, I probably should have been able to guess. Then she began very obviously trying to haul downwards on her perch, and I hit the deck hard. She bounded off of me and around a corner, and I followed like the devil was on my heels. For all I knew some red-skinned, pointy-tailed bounty hunter with horns and smoke shooting out his his ass really was after us.
The little grub-weasel shot out of her hiding place and cannoned into my foot, disrupting the flow of my run enough to send me tumbling to the ground.
What the f- was all I managed to think indignantly before the stone of the adjacent building erupted just behind where my torso should have been. Shards of masonry were cast outwards with such force that they sliced my skin and clothing with their passage. I felt an odd combination of surging adrenaline and mild guilt over thinking ill of my new companion.
Then her little spurs were digging into me and I forgot some of my prior compassion as she drag-pleaded with me, chittering furiously, to get the fuck out of the way of whoever was shooting at us.
"I hear you, Skleex, Christ! OW!"
Finally I was around the corner and she let up a bit. I was leaking blood from a handful of scratches, both from the shrapnel and my friend's assistance. I let out a shuddering breath.
"That..." I said shakily, looking into her shining, spidery little eyes, "was too close. Thank you."
She cocked her head, pondering the meaning of my words. With a pang of homesickness I was reminded of my dog. I won't tell her about the pet comparison if I get the chance to speak to her via translator again. She licked her mandibles and then did a cursory investigation of my wounds. Apparently satisfied that I wasn't dying, she clambered back aboard the ammo belt, pointing with her head. I set off in that direction, and concluded from the lack of painful scratching that she had intended as much.
I don't know how she knew we were in danger, but she just paid me back big time for rescuing her.
->>>-
Noisy, clumsy and blind. She had shamefully managed to be rescued by a complete buffoon of an organism. As penance she would have to spend the rest of her presumably-short life trying to keep him alive, like some extended mockery of parenthood where your charge never outgrew its suicidal impulses.
Breathing heavily, she calmed herself down. It wasn't that bad. The thing was strong, compared to her at least, and apparently never got tired. He was sort of clever. He knew how to use the implements of the sky monsters and their cronies against them, which had to count for something. She was just incensed that he had so thoroughly ignored the beam of spine-tingling energy that had passed over them both before the air was rent and stone was sundered. If she hadn't thought to pounce on his foot mid-stride he would have become little more than a mound of questionably-edible gore, useless to Skleex as anything but a warm hiding place.
She didn't even know what the beam really was, but she had been quick enough to assume it meant 'danger' and react accordingly. Part of her wondered at how this brave, foolish being and its ancestors had lasted on their world of origin.
Maybe they mated frequently and had large litters.
At any rate, she had checked his wounds, and they'd seemed superficial. Certainly no worse than what she'd sustained when the hunter had destroyed the elevated crawlspace just prior to her rescue. Hopefully he would react a bit more quickly the next time the beam tickled their senses.
Saviour Mark was moving hesitantly from one darkened artificial valley to the next. He was doing everything in his power to keep a multitude of intervening structures and fallen debris between the strange pair and the long lines of sight that seemed inherent to the sky-monsters' bloodsport Arena.
Far away, barely perceptible despite the enormous vibrations it was producing, some monstrous being was navigating the Arena with an absolute lack of grace or precision.
To her mounting concern, saviour Mark appeared to have no idea he was headed almost directly towards it.
->>>-
Energetic pop/dance music plays over b-roll of attractive professional-age Skryrn and a handful of janissary species attending a large barbecue at an outdoor venue. Cowering subjugate species are tending massive blazes and butchering meat in the background. Barely visible, a butcher grows faint and stumbles ominously close to one of the cooking fires before the shot ends. It cuts to a packed nightclub where yet more attractive professionals dance, drink, and fight for each other's attention. This is followed by an aerial shot of a beach party, during which the voiceover begins. It rolls over more scenes of fun and good fortune throughout.
"Hey you Ambling Sapient fans out there. Yeah you, we know you're watching. Are you, or someone you love in crippling debt? Have you lost at least some of your will to live? Do you occasionally wish that through a run of good luck, a lot of guts, and just the right amount of self-interest your fame and wealth could improve virtually overnight? Well we have the opportunity of your lifetime. We're accepting applicants for next and all future cycles of The Ambling Sapient."
The narrator's words echo over the sound of furious thunderclaps at 'The Ambling Sapient'.
"Of course, some of our favourite contestants from cycles past have been former or current citizens of our glorious Empire. Through felony or worse they'd found themselves on the chopping block, and they chose to serve you, the fans, to earn their shot at redemption. Well now it's your chance to earn the glory, and you need not hit rock bottom first! Call us with your Citizen Number or visit our datamesh-address and accept the User Agreement and you are automatically entered into the next thrilling iteration of the Empire's favourite entertainment juggernaught!
We'll see you soon!"
Back to the beach party, a much quieter voiceover is spitting rapid-fire legal jargon such as 'All agreements with TAS Productions are final and immediate and enforced by the Department of Games and Enslavement.'
->>>-
I'm bad at estimating, but there's no way we hadn't at least doubled the distance between us and the receptacle. Each step in the wrong direction hurt a little, in a figurative sort of way. Mind you, taking a round from that sniper would hurt in a considerably more practical sense.
I still hadn't worked out exactly how Skleex knew we were in trouble, and I kind of wanted to get to the bottom of it before I accidentally took it for granted and got us killed because I misunderstood. I did strongly intend to pay closer attention when she started going nuts, at the very least.
I was trying to head in a rough circle, which would eventually bring us around to our destination from a very different angle than our initial, ill-fated approach. It was nerve-wracking to know that every street we skirted and alley we ducked through increased the likelihood of running into another hunter, but hypothetical threats sure beat the known danger of a competent sniper.
Skleex was growing more quiet as we went. I was a little concerned about it, given her wounds, but I'm not an alien doctor and I'm not about to kill my friend by putting a tourniquet on her only airway or something comparably stupid.
Conversely the Arena was getting noisier. I could hear the sound of whirring rotors now and again as what looked like tilt-rotor drones and occasionally something a little bigger shot by overhead. Sometimes a big horn would sound, I'm guessing to signal the death of a hunter or competitor, and it was loud enough to feel the compression in my lungs when we were outside.
I'm not going to lie, it was a little bit creepy. Made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It was far from the weirdest thing to happen to me in the last few hours, so I didn't pay it much mind.
We still had a lot of ground to cover, after all.
->>>-
Somewhere in a packed room with screens and projectors studding every available surface, the lead producer hissed quietly into their headset.
"Master control, does the DGE give us the go ahead?"
"Yes, we've got enough. Never ceases to amaze me how quickly thes-"
"Silence! Run the megabiota intro."
Ominous music plays. A bombed out building, unmistakably the architecture of the Arena, sits baking in the sun. It seems to tremble on its foundation. Threadlike apparitions begin to worm around the sides of it, wreathed in shadow. Then with a lurch, windows and masonry begin to come apart and tumble from the structure's face. The whole thing pitches forward, and shredded HVAC equipment tumbles from the roof. As dust engulfs the camera a looming shadow rises into the frame, and a ground-shaking roar washes out the audio pickups. The view recedes and the shot is stitched together with footage from other previous hunts in wide-view bands stretching across the background. Hunters in hover-skiffs and other powered kitecraft circle around a vast raptor-manta, harrying it as it soars through the skies. A segmented crawler with thousands of legs worms up the side of a building to pluck hunters from the roof as they fire into its undulating bulk. A single, craggy hoof the size of a bank vault crushes a wrecked bus.
"It's the moment you've been waiting for, Ambling fans! We bring you the first phase of this cycle's megabiota hunt. It's a marvel that we manage to top ourselves time after time, but I'm not just boasting when I say this might be the most exciting monster we've had yet! It was incredibly expensive to procure. We only managed it thanks to a generous donation from Ur-Tyrant of the glorious Skryrn Empire and massive fan of The Ambling Sapient, Lord Pha'Gouad, who is in attendance at this cycle's contest! It took a year of study by the Royal Academy to develop the sedatives we had to deploy by the [long-ass ton], and one of the military's bulk lifters to get this thing all the way to Vraaawk Prime.
It was discovered by the late, great Volphax Schalar on a frontier world. His abandoned craft was discovered several months later, and when rescuers tracked his Personal Rescue Beacon they were slain nearly to a soul by the creature it led them to. We know only what the Royal Academy was cleared to release to us, which isn't much, and we look forward to seeing how it tests our best and bravest.
Without any further ado I turn you over to the production team, live and direct from the Arena!"
The b-roll ends with a shining 'The Ambling Sapient' title card, and then the graphics transition to the show proper.
A unit of bounty hunters are tailed by a camera drone. The lead elements are spread thinly, ahead of a column of more heavily armed and armoured fighters.
"Look at that tactical precision folks. These really are the finest beings we allow the honour of entry into the Arena. Their admittedly high turnover rate equates to a lot of fresh faces on the roster, which means new heroes for us all to root for! What a treat!"
Two of the scouts congregate to deploy some device between them. It doesn't take long for them to get a surprising reading, and they hurriedly signal to the main body of their force. As the lead hunters collapse back towards the rest of the formation the dense column split up into pairs and individuals. They make their way to various buildings and vantage points, some setting up weapons or devices.
"This could be it, fans. If you'll look closely we can see the team are priming their weapons and traps. My hearts are racing, and I am on the very edge of my seat. My producer tells me we're going to see if we can't find the beast before they do, to get a good look at it before it's been subjected to the might of our brave combatants!"
The drone angles away from the dissolving column and its camera pans across the darkened windows of an office building. Through the glare-silvered panes a nondescript shape takes a single, heaving breath. The glass fogs on several storeys, and furniture is overturned by the harnessed gale of a giant's sigh.
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"Oh shit."
With a sudden lunge that looks almost comical thanks to its perpetrator's incredible size, the office building explodes in a shower of stone-and-silicate confetti. Four enormous limbs sail through the shard-sparkling air for what feels like minutes before digging a quartet of angry furroughs in the Arena's asphalt, fighting to hold aloft the armoured bulk of the pouncing mega-being as the rest of its legs catch up. Thick steel cable-snares hook on its studded carapace, singing as they struggle to bear the incredible tension. An unfortunate scout is cut in half when he is pinned against an empty concrete garden box on the sidewalk.
A snarled skein of groping, seeking tentacles and carapace-hardened snaglimbs surge out to meet the panicking crowd of hunters. Energy weapons strobe their stored fury, and mass drivers spit clouds of iron and uranium slugs. Grasping limbs are sheared from their moorings, and seeping dark ichor wells from the fearsome wounds.
unmute
"By Gouad. Would you look at that. There isn't a place in the Empire where you can witness a fusillade of that magnitude. Outside of a combat zone, of course."
It is not nearly enough.
A spiny limb ploughs through a hardened gun nest. The gunner is plucked, twitching, from her post and passed immediately to the gargantuan animal's crushing maw. A pair of scouts are dragged screaming from a rooftop, their comrades firing desperately into the press of whirling hooks and snagging claws.
One of the scrambling figures triggers a trap emplacement, and a vast sparking net is fired into the air. Wild arcs leap from its links to the surface of the beast. A serrated pincer lashes forth from the monster and in a burst of electrical discharge the net is shorn apart with frightful ease. Snare-cables are wrenched from their moorings and yet more fighters are scythed down.
"What a resilient quarry, it's no wonder the Emperor wanted to witness this personally."
The trap-launching mercenary is smashed flat against the ground by a hooked whip and dragged up to the creature's own barbed net. It is deposited there, unmoving, amidst a scattering of other bodies. The camera does not linger long. The staggering volume of weapons-fire has already begun to thin, and as more of the hunters are splashed across the pavement and rendered into gore-slicked kindling it slows to a sedated chatter.
The unfathomably large creature at the heart of the chaos bellows so loudly that the few surviving windows nearby erupt into shining fragments that rain to the ground.
Some of the mercenaries have already begun to retreat, dropping heavy weapons and equipment to speed their flight.
"Disgraceful. If they had but stood their ground for a few moments longer they might have shared in the credit for this"
An armoured rapid-response vehicle roars up to the intersection, and the heavy gun nestled in its protected turret spits lurid tracers at the angry titan. A few of the heavy rounds gouge dark runnels into the shining disc of one of the beast's eyes, and its great bulk flinches. It grunts heavily, the thumping infrasonic stunning a fleeing figure near its hoof-claws that is swiftly snatched up.
The reeling audio pickups register a cheer from the scattered force of hunters. It is cut short when a traffic-regulator pole is thrown by the creature like an enormous dart. It punches through the sturdy frontal plate of the personnel carrier with buttery ease. The vehicle rocks back on its suspension and is pinned in place by the vast metal needle, front tires hovering off of the ground. The turret weapon fires off a few more diffident bursts as its dying gunner squeezes the firing stud reflexively, and then the car goes silent entirely.
"Well... then. Perhaps they were not so hasty in their judgement after all. Fearsome fighters though they may be, our brave team of mega-hunters look like they will need to regroup. Fear not, Ambling fans! This is not the first monster to stump our valiant heroes in the opening act, we call it phase one for a reason."
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"Where the hell did it learn how to do that? The Royal Academy didn't say anything about this beast knowing ballistics! Tell the Baron to scramble a pair of gunships! We need to soften this thing up before we go at it again or we'll run out of hunters to bring it down! I don't care how long it takes, get it done. Have him route individual hunters around it if we need to, armed bounty hunters don't grow out of cracks in the ground!"
unmute
"I don't know about you, folks, but my hearts are still pounding! What a spectacle, what a show indeed! We'll take a moment to pay our respects to the brave fallen, and then - after a brief advertising break - we'll be right back to The Ambling Sapient with another thrilling hunt! Thanks for tuning in."
As the drone fights for altitude to get a wide-angle shot of the whole battlefield, the colossal being below whips a hunk of rock the size of a man up towards it. The expensive, high-speed camera captures frame after frame of the ragged masonry as it races the delicate machine skywards. The operator's reflexes are not up to the task of realizing the danger of the growing dark spot on his monitor, and the precision-lasered high definition lens is stove in by a jagged stone fist. Insufficient to slow the ascent of hundreds of pounds of concrete, the shattering glass gives way and the speeding chunk hastily disassembles the rest of the exquisite piece of film equipment. The operator's monitor goes dark as the receiver tries to make sense of the jumbled, flickering signal its mated transmitter is feeding it.
mute
"... Wait... what?"
->>>-
"Hunter 0494?"
"I have a name, you know."
"I can't imagine why you think I would care."
"Get to the point, then."
"The Baron voices his displeasure at the delay."
"The Baron ought to focus his ire on the serfshit nav-tech who failed to tell me my new quarry has a guard-symbiont."
"That can't be right. It was slain heroically by one of the deceased members of the retrieval team, allowing her comrades to bag the contestant."
"Well tell them they bagged a child's-fable nature-princess, then, as the quarry has charmed a new one into service."
"I do not want to hear your excuses!"
"I'd rather not hear your voice at all, and yet our shared concern is escorted by some sort of wriggling detector-beast who can taste my viewfinder's probing light. Accounted for, it is simply another obstacle to overcome. As a surprise it was useful leverage for the quarry indeed."
"Well the Baron wants you to know you have lost his faith. We are re-tasking a pair of hunters who are currently retreating from this cycle's megabiote to help you encircle Zhartacc's slayer."
"Please, I do not need the help of failures."
The nav-tech scoffed in her ear.
"You would soil yourself in fear the moment such a beast looked at you. I don't care if you let them draw the contestant's focus and fury and simply shoot him in the back like a common murderer, huntress."
A small part of her was dismayed by the sneering venom in the tech's voice. Disdainful little Vraaawk lickspittle, she thought vengefully.
"All I ask is that you finish this task before the Baron mentions it again. He is in a particularly foul mood today."
"I can't imagine why, with such a fiercely competent staff on hand," she offered dismissively before closing the channel.
Sleeping Goddess, I'd kill to be back on the frontier subsistence hunting again, she thought wryly.
->>>-
Ghat Cholot spat a discolored stream of stim-chew juice at the feet of a fallen hunter.
Freshspawned little idiot, he sulked as his probing tongue packed the ball of stimulant wedged against his gums into a more stable shape.
His brood-twin Aghrat stomped along a few paces ahead, babbling into his comm-piece as the command centre worked out their new route. Infuriatingly, the (slightly) older brother turned to scold him.
"Ghat! There could be a camera stand watching, do not disrespect a fallen hunter!"
Looking sufficiently-reproached, he waited for his brother's attention to return to his comms to mutter under his breath.
"If us running away from that thing is the best shot they can muster at the moment we are all in trouble."
A few blocks later Aghrat finally turned to address him.
"We are to work in concert with another hunter, to help them complete an elimination. A scrawny little biped that has nonetheless been giving the Baron some trouble."
"Ah, escaping from our own failure to rescue another from failure. Poetic."
His brother glared at him.
"Please, Ghat. We survived. It is our slain comrades who failed. With so many dead the rest of us could not have hoped to finish it."
Ghat scoffed.
"More like the Baron failed when he pitted us against that demon-creature."
Aghrat cupped a great paw over his comm's audio pickup and shot a withering look at Ghat.
"Are you trying to get us killed?" he hissed.
"We will regroup with other hunters and return to slay the monster, but we have this new task to fill the waiting-time. The quarry slew Zhartacc on live broadcast. If nothing else avenging him will be an easy way to make our name."
Ghat chuckled derisively.
"That bag of guts? I'm surprised he tried for prey dangerous enough to hurt him back."
Frustrated, Aghrat drove a scaled fist through the smooth metal door of an empty transport pod.
"ENOUGH! With, your, flippancy, Ghat!"
Each word was punctuated with the shriek of metal and plastic as the big mercenary visited his frustration on the unfortunate pod. Unsure of how to reply, Ghat looked at the ground. His brother continued.
"I am so sick of you acting petulant about my very-marginally superior position when we're doing well, and then acting like the universe is arrayed solely against you when things get turbulent. I tried to let you shoulder some responsibility, do you remember? You thought it was such a joke that you went out drinking the night before a contest, and you nearly got us both killed because of some detail you considered below your notice. I don't even get paid better than you, I just have to do more work. You're an enviably good fighter, Ghat, but you're a miserable hunter. There's more to succeeding in this empire than beating its arena-fodder to death. That flippant tongue of yours is going to get us jailed long before some creature does me the favour of consuming us both!"
Aghrat looked at his hand, at the flaking scales and dripping lymph.
"I can't believe we just stared down a beast as heavy as an orbital gunboat and it is my vexation with you that's done all the damage today. Let's get moving, you whiny oaf. If I have to suffer any more of your complaining I'll end up really hurting myself."
Ghat bit back a pithy retort only barely, and with a start realized his brother might have a point.
->>>-
[18Hz:2.5s-31Hz:1.7s-24Hz:2s] felt conflicted. This strange, unprecedented lightspan meant rethinking much of what the great being had considered constant in its long and usually-predictable life. Of particular concern was what it would do when it did slip up and a parasite got into its tissues. Though it had roved about constantly since waking it had yet to spy a circling remora-wasp or colony of extractor crabs.
On the other limb, it had learned a new trick.
The little scavenger thing, to be respectful, was either very skilled or very lucky. It had taken [18Hz:2.5s-31Hz:1.7s-24Hz:2s] scores of attempts to finally pierce the whirring annoyance with a little metal spindle it had wrenched from the smooth chalk-ground. The results were appreciably spectacular. Sparking like the discharge of a stormflare in miniature, the little gnat had burst into flames as it fell from the sky.
It had gotten easier after that.
More had come, some of them staying to annoy him until caught by a whiplimb or struck by a piece of hurled ground. The stream of them did seem to slow, and it had stopped entirely after [18Hz:2.5s-31Hz:1.7s-24Hz:2s] had surprised the herd of preythings with glowing lights and vicious stings.
Of course, they had been unable to pierce the thick plates that girdled its armoured bulk. Still, they had wormed their way into creases and gaps, and it had been outright painful when they found unprotected sensory nodes. The dark spot in one of its vision discs would take thousands of lightspan-darkspans to heal over again, and that was if it could find and consume a rich enough deposit of heavy metals to replace the film.
At any rate, it was mostly excited to know something new!
It had lived for 75481 lightspan-darkspans since it had last learned a truly new thing, during communion with [21Hz:3.2s-30Hz:1.7s-27Hz:1.2s]. It briefly savoured the memory of accessing a competitor's neural complex, each exquisitely vulnerable to the other during the coupling of their love-beaks and external nervous tissue. The resultant selfseed was nearly ready to bury.
This new thing was utterly incomparable to the ouroborotic ecstasy of dissolving one's consciousness into the mind of a godbeing who is themselves being subsumed by you, but it had already proven useful.
Several long-strides away it heard more preythings squabbling.
How careless they are with their dirtscratching, it remarked.
In its experience they all had some arbitrary-seeming spherical volume around them in which their sensory returns were worthy of concern, outside of which the world may as well cease to exist. If you could guess where they might go from far enough away, and waited patiently, it was very easy indeed to surprise them.
[18Hz:2.5s-31Hz:1.7s-24Hz:2s] loved surprises.
It gave its grazing hooks a shake, and felt that it was getting low. The few remaining morsels moaned in pain.
Yes, the vast creature thought, I had better stock up. No knowing when I'll hit a desert in this new place.
->>>-
Skleex was getting noticeably antsy, without the active 'this way you idiot' scratching she'd engaged in before. My intuition told me this had something to do with the increasingly-loud horn, which I was nervously beginning to consider might not be a horn after all. The ground had begun to rumble periodically as well.
Just like me to get abducted to the coliseum whose builders were dumb enough to put it atop an active fault line. I wasn't so naive to hope it was just blasting at a nearby construction site. I took note of sturdy-looking furniture and other places to tuck into if things got shaky. I'll be extremely pissed if I survived the pompous gasbag announcer and killed a couple of alien bounty hunters with my almost-bare hands only to die to an earthquake. I'd prefer to do that back on Earth, thank you very much.
The sense of foreboding just kept growing, and growing. It didn't help that the ambient noise had faded considerably over the last half-hour or so following some faraway crescendo of violence. My heart was pounding, and the sheen of sweat I'd built up from running was growing cold and anxious. I didn't want to stop moving, though. That just seemed too much like handing myself to the sniper on a silver platter.
I hit a mental wall. I couldn't stand it anymore. I needed to take another look around. I patted my shoulder in what was hopefully becoming a familiar signal to my passenger, and made a hard turn into the lobby of a derelict hotel. At the start of this awful day I might have bemoaned the busted elevators, but getting trapped in a darkened metal box by an earthquake with literally no hope of rescue is the sort of thing my therapist assures me normally only happens in nightmares. Plus Skleex might get hungry enough to eat me.
I made a beeline for the stairs and thankfully the door was unlocked. It would have made a terrible racket to try and force it open, and if the ground floor is unlocked hopefully the rooftop is too.
I can do this. 10 flights of stairs is a walk in the park. I've been running for what feels like forever, but a quick breather won't cost me too much time. I hope.
Please don't let something mean and hungry be hiding in the darkness.
->>>-
"Well, there is your opportunity. It went into building (142, 367), the 10-storey daily-rentals complex."
Aghrat growled into his comm-piece.
"It is a trap. Why else would it do this?"
"To get its bearings? It is a weak little fleshling, hunter. It cannot climb the walls as you or I do."
"Why did you not just shoot it, if you could see it so clearly?"
"It knows I pursue it, and it moves accordingly. It can sense my targeting-assistance, and it is not easy to hit a darting quarry from [hundreds of metres] away in an urban environment, you scaly gorilla. One of you should scale the exterior while another enters from below to drive it towards the roof. I will shoot it if it reaches the rooftop before you do, but I will not risk hitting either of you. It would be a waste of a slug."
"You're nearly as insufferable as Ghat, huntress. Methinks it would be a favour in the end if you did shoot me."
"Sign up as a contestant next cycle and maybe I will, darling hunter."
Snarling, Aghrat closed the comm-channel and turned to his brood-twin.
"It enters building (142, 367) in a bid to gain altitude. Follow it in at ground level, and I will move to intercept it on the roof. Do not let it slip by you, I do not want to give the smug witch we are partnered with the chance to steal any glory from us."
To his surprise, Ghat simply nodded and moved off. It was vaguely unnerving to issue an order without receiving any snark in reply.
The burly mercenary turned and leapt towards a nearby building with a furious grunt. Corded muscle stood out under his scaled skin as he gripped a sturdy stone lip, and with a mighty lunge he threw himself to the next set of handholds. His clawed feet scrabbled at the textured surface to help propel him along, and to hold him in place as his great bulk sagged back down again. He crested the roof and pounced onto the next building, windows and concrete blurring by as he closed the distance between himself and his quarry.
->>>-
Why oh why did saviour Mark insist on stuffing himself headfirst into every trap the sky-monsters saw fit to place in front of him? Her sensory spines tingled with the waves the hunters' many incomprehensible devices emitted, and she could feel them closing in. Then, the fool being patted himself like he did before every rotbrained move he made, and ran into one of the vast stone edifices their captors had filled the bloodsport arena with.
Their value was appreciable when they protected her and her mad charge from the probing gaze of sky-monster technology, but to run into one seemed an invitation to disaster, pure and simple. She had made the mistake once, before her rescue, and she would not do it again.
She made a decision.
"Saviour Mark, I know you do not understand me without the wondrous bridge between dialects, but I cannot abide this decision."
He paused as though more time would allow him to comprehend her words.
"You pounce upon this trap as though it is injured quarry. I will go outside and find the hunter that is surely pursuing us, and if they are not so powerful and wise as to overcome me I will meet you on the top of this edifice. I know you are slow enough that I can scale the walls before you scale this place's innards."
Skies Above, he has me doing it too, she thought exasperatedly.
She hopped down from her perch, and another inscrutable expression wrinkled his face.
"Skleex, what the Hell?"
She yawed her head back and forth in her species' equivalent to rubbing a brow in frustration.
"I do no understand you, brave idiot. Skies grant us the felicity to meet again, saviour Mark."
She bounded away through the metal doorway, and he reached after her furtively. He looked at the ground, sighed, and turned to delve deeper into the building.
->>>-
[CONTINUED IN COMMENTS]
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2020.08.11 04:30 Windowsboy2018 a Very Very Very Very...VERY weird cancelled sonic movie staring...Keanu Reeves?!!!

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Okay so Sonic The hedgehog wonders of the world was debated for years on if the movie was in fact a cancelled project or just a hoax, and it seems like we got another one....remember that sonic movie poster with Keanu Reeves you probably saw floating around....well I guess something like that almost happened
A website called the internet is an America posted into on a alleged cancelled 90's sonic movie and it's...something, now take this with a grain of salt, this could likely be a joke article but then again into on sonic the hedgehog wonders of the world came out and nobody believed it could be a legit film, it was already debated by fans of that was either an actual cancelled film or just somebody making it up and having fun.
Anyway the article reads.
"We here at the Internet is in America never really set out to break any earth-shattering news. Alas, it looks like we’re the ones that are going to drop a colossal bombshell today, as we’ve gotten our grubby little paws on the top-secret script for a “Sonic the Hedgehog” movie that’s been under lock and key for almost two decades.
Yes, you heard that right. Way, way back in 1997, there were actually tentative plans for a LIVE-ACTION “Sonic the Hedgehog” movie. Of course, the Internet was still a fledgling thing back then, but I am shocked that even then, rumors about the movie never got out there. The even stranger thing? It was actually going to be a live-action “Sonic” movie produced by Sony!
Under strict confidentiality, we received not only a full working script for the film from an anonymous source, but even got a few promotional materials to go along with it. We’re talking top-line, executive level marketing blueprints, the kind of stuff we’d probably go to jail for publishing. Rest assured, however, that in the gargantuan 401 page document, there was PLENTY to discuss.
According to the documents, the film was going to begin production in 1997, with a targeted summer 1998 theatrical release. The suits at Sony Pictures were prepared to put a LOT of money into the flick, with estimates for the budget hovering between $70 to $90 million. Now, as to how Sony wound up with the film rights, you may be wondering? Well, according to the materials we received, Sega actually struck a licensing deal with Sony Pictures back in 1989, right after “The Wizard” was released. Evidently, the suits at Sega of America were hoping for some kind of similar, product placement strewn flick to herald the arrival of the Genesis in North America, but nothing looked to have come out of it. However, the deal did give Sony a 10 year exclusive deal with Sega, meaning that if any film based on a Sega property were to come to fruition, the suits at Sony would be the ones handling it. It sounds strange, to be sure, but remember: back in 1989, the term “Playstation” wasn’t even a zygote of a germ of an idea, and as the clear cut “number two” of the gaming world, a partnership with Sega seemed pretty darn reasonable, from a marketing standpoint.
It’s pretty easy to put two and two together. Although Sega and Sony were indeed competing brands in 1997, Sony Pictures, by default, were to hold onto the Sega film rights for another two years. With the license about to expire, the suits at Sony decided to go ahead and film a movie before the rights reverted back to Sega, who could probably have sold off their licensing rights at a much higher price than that paid by Sony back in ‘89.
After spending the better part of the year poring over the materials e-mailed to us, I’ve determined that the documents have to be authentic. There’s just so much nuance and depth, with the highly detailed materials spelling out things to a tee. Oh yes, there was a script and marketing strategies included, but there was so much more, including a good 40 pages of executive notes on who the studio wanted to direct the film and who would star in it.
As for the script itself, it is … well, not really what you would expect out of a “Sonic the Hedgehog” movie. As many liberties as the filmmakers behind the “Super Mario Brothers” flick took, the “Sonic” screenwriter seemingly went as far as he possibly could to deviate from the established series mythos. I mean, the characters are there, but as to how they are portrayed in the film … well, you’ll see.
The script was written by someone named “J.R. Duff,” which has to be a pseudonym. According to the IMDB, no such person has any major screenwriting credits, and since Sony was willing to bankroll so much money into the production (with advertising costs factored in, well over $100 million in pre-Lewinksy dollars!) it seems almost implausible that the suits would place the fate of the picture in the hands of a first-timer. Alas, considering the strange similarities the script shares with some MIGHTY popular films a few years down the line, I have my guesses as to who the mysterious penman actually was.
As far as the production team, however, Sony were really dead-set on a specific crew. The only directorial name attached to the feature in the associated memos was Stephen Hopkins, the same guy that directed “Blown Away” and “Predator 2.” He had just wrapped up “The Ghost and the Darkness,” and at the time at least, seemed poised to be one of the next big Hollywood filmmakers.
As for the cast, it was pretty damn stacked. Playing Sonic was none other than Keanu Reeves, who was still a hot item following the surprise success of “Speed” a few years earlier. Portraying Dr. Robotnik was Danny Devito, which in hindsight, is pretty much the ideal casting choice, something as obvious as asking Patrick Stewart to play Professor X. And rounding out the supporting cast, we had Steve Buscemi as Tails and emerging Hollywood leading man Vin Diesel, taking on the role of Knuckles. Unfortunately, those are the only characters in the film that actually exist in the canonical “Sonic” world we all know and love, although there are a few additional characters in the script who seem to be oblique nods to other supporting Sonic characters.
Now, as for the script itself, it’s absolutely bizarre, owing more to “Stargate” than “Sonic and Knuckles.” It also has a general plotline that seems almost impossibly similar to “Avatar,” with more than a few “The Matrix”-like themes chunked in there.
In the screenplay, Sonic isn’t actually a hedgehog. In fact, he’s a flesh and blood human character, named Steve “Sonic” Harris, who is some sort of experimental fighter jet pilot. The initial setting of the movie, if you can believe it, is Area 51, where the U.S. government is hard at work on some sort of extra-dimensional portal (the script explicitly refers to it as a “teleportation platform” but that’s not exactly what it technically does, you see.)
Harris is the top pilot in the air force’s top squadron. He’s flanked on ground control by Tom “Tails” Proctor, a former top-tier fighter pilot that lost the use of his legs in an experimental aircraft crash. Overseeing the program is Dr. Ivan Robotnik, a Russian immigrant who is on the verge of a huge extra-dimensional travel breakthrough.
And here’s where things get a little complicated. The script never explicitly tells us where this extra-dimensional plane is, so it could be some kind of alternate reality world or a faraway alien planet or even some kind of computer-generated nether-realm. Wherever it is, it’s a very jungle-like place, where humans apparently evolved from shrews instead of apes. The world, which is never explicitly named, is also home to an abundant resource called RING, which stands for “radioactive isotope neutralizing grain.” For the shrew-people inhabitants, it’s the most common source of nutrition, but in OUR world, it also has incredible nuclear energy capabilities. At about the 30 minute mark, the portal to this other world is opened, and Steve/Sonic enters it.
From here, the movie kind of turns into “Planet of the Apes,” with Steve (who is wearing an absolutely bizarre metal suit, complete with razor sharp spikes on his back) is captured by shrew-people. In an underground cavern, he meets their leader, a red echidna named “Knuckles” who, for some reason knows English. Instead of killing him, he helps him find a portal back to our world, although he advises him to never, ever return.
After that, there’s a lengthy bit about Robotnik “shutting down” the portal experiment for safety reasons. However, Sonic decides to snoop in on one of Robotnik’s late night sessions, and he uncovers a horrible secret: the army is actually sending armored platoons into the shrew-world to collect RING, completely razing their world in the process! If that wasn’t enough, Robotnik is actually a Soviet turncoat, who plans on giving RING to the former USSR military so they can use it as a weapon against the Western World!
After some convincing, Sonic manages to convince Tails and two other site officials -- a love interest named Melissa and a 300 pound soldier named simply Biggsy -- to don the experimental armor and hop into the other world so he can prove once and for all that Robotnik is a no good sonofabitch. It takes some goading, but eventually they all make it into the shrew planet and, sure enough, the thing is in rubble. Robotnik -- who we learn left hundreds of similar portals throughout Russia -- has pretty much taken over the entire planet, appointing himself ruler of the land. The shrew people are enslaved and forced to mine for RING, and he oversees the realm aboard a gigantic flying device. The good guys are spotted by Robotnik’s troops, and they end up having a massive lazer gun(!) battle; eventually, the four heroes get sucked into an underground cavern, where they are rescued by Knuckles.
While the robo army makes their way underground, Knuckles explains to Sonic what the fabled “Chaos Emeralds” are. Apparently, they are some sort of crystals containing the spirits of all of the great shrew planet warriors of yore. Harkening back to the Arthurian legend, he tells Sonic then when the planet needs them the most, they will select an “alien warrior” to save the entire race. This leads to another underground clash, with Knuckles getting killed. In his dying breath, he gives Sonic a red emerald, which he said will help guide him to the “Chamber of the Immortals.”
Thankfully, said chamber is really close by, and Sonic comes face to face with five warrior ghosts, who say he his been selected by the shrew gods to save them from Robotnik. The five gems start circling around him, and he turns a radioactive orange color -- “A Super-Sonic state,” the script describes it.
This leads to the grand finale, in which Super-Sonic and Dr. Robotnik (who is commanding an 80 foot tall mech) duke it out. Using his super speed abilities, Sonic ultimately shreds Robotnik in two, finding a hand-dandy time-reversal nearby that completely disrupts the space and time fabric and leaves shrew world just the way it was before Robotnik started meddling with it.
Back on the base, nobody except Steve/Sonic has any recollection of the transdimensional portal or the war, and apparently, the finale zonked Dr. Robotnik completely out of existence. Now, there’s a new lead researcher onsite, a mustachioed German physicist named -- and I shit you not -- DR. MAGNUM WILY. Of course, he’s a no-good sonofabitch that’s working on the same device Robotnik was, only this time, we learn he’s secretly planning on using the portal to start the Fourth Reich!
The film ends on an upbeat note, with Steve and Melissa snogging and Biggsy and Tails making fun of them. And then, in the film’s final scene, Steve asks his pals how they want to spend the rest of the evening, to which Tails responds “I don’t know. Want to go play some Sega?”
You don't really need me to tell you that the script, for lack of a better term, was really, REALLY out there. It may have taken some EXTREME liberties with the license, but at the end of the day, in the hands of a capable production crew, it probably wouldn't have been half bad. After reading through the script a second time, the almost hard sci-fi bent actually seemed to grow on me -- if nothing else, it certainly would have been worlds better than utter garbage like "Street Fighter" and the second "Mortal Kombat" movie.
It's mere conjecture on my part, but I am almost certain the screenwriter was Akiva Goldsman. The dialogue and description of the costumes seems almost uncannily similar to the 1998 "Lost in Space" movie, which I am pretty sure is what the script was eventually recycled into. That, and the rodent-people behave in a fashion similar to the zombies in "I Am Legend," and the vehicles, in hindsight, sound an awful lot like the rides in "I, Robot." And yes, a few bits of "Batman and Robin"-level, groan-worthy camp dialogue makes it in there, as well.
As for the ultimate fate of the picture, I'm not entirely sure what happened. There was a TON of promotional plans included (the packet e-mailed to me largely consisted of advertising plans and prototypes for tie-in products, like fast food premiums) so something really major had to have happened with the Sony brass for the project to be abandoned. I can't confirm anything, but it may have had something to do with the console wars heating up -- after all, why pimp your number two largest competitor, even if you take in most of the money from the flick? Ironically enough, with Sega exiting the hardware arena, talks of another Sonic live-action film have been bandied about, with Sony yet again set to produce it.
Much like the ill-fated Burton "Superman" flick and the version of "Elm Street 3" where Freddy turns into grandma monsters and says semi-racist things while eating black children, I reckon this here '90s "Sonic" is something we'll just have to imagine in the multiplex of our heads. More than anything, I am just shocked that project was kept under wraps for as long as it was -- apparently, Sony's electronic security was WAY better during the Clinton years than it is today.
It may not have been the "Sonic" movie we all dreamed of, but for what it was (and wasn't) I don't think it would have panned out that horribly, either. I mean, it was a movie starring Danny Devito as an evil Ruskie fighting mutant echidnas and Neo in a cyborg battle suit -- at the very least, it would have been as good as "Wild, Wild West," wouldn't it? "
Yeah....pretty weird right?....this certainly sounds like a box office flop that would bomb even harder then super Mario bros, hell this definitely goes great with what the Mario bros movie did.
Now could this be real?...idk, some sonic projects like sonic Armageddon and wonders of the world was debated whether it it was legit project of just a hoax u too it was revealed yes they we're in fact cancelled films.
And then again wonders of the world did had a second draft where sonic was a human boy, who after a freak accident turns into sonic...yes that is real and it almost happened.
Anyway let me know down below what you guys think of this, and do you believe this is real
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