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Preston School of Industry Watch. Well, the plot isn't new but the setting is. I am interested. I had some issues with Twilight tour's jump/shortcut because of how awkwardly close to the wall it was placed and barely touching the wall would ruin all your momentum and therefore ruin your possibility to make the next lap with blue fire. Admittedly it was much harder on the Switch because of that horrendous fps drop happening at that exact part of the track (which I feel has been fixed with the last update? I didn't felt a significant enough fps drop when I played the track online earlier, so fingers crossed). Anyway we just got our second brand new track added to the game and honestly I think it's a really well done track but it also shows the limits of the engine even more in many places. Four particular examples are really irritating but it's arguable that there's more places on the track with real annoying issues. It's not just this track which has that kind of issues but coincidentally Beenox crafted a track which pretty much has all the different problems the engine can bring all at once which is a bit awkward. I'll detail the four worst offenders in their order of apparition in the track for clarity sake. The bloody rock on the left side of the track just before the first super turbo jump pad at the start of the race has some really obnoxious hitbox detection and forces you to make some really awkward drift in the opposite direction to be sure not to hit it weirdly while keeping your reserve intact. I personally got used to it after a couple of races but it's still a really good cases of very strange hitbox of rocks on the side of the track like many other tracks can have. The first shortcut shortly after the super turbo pad on the right side of the track (where you need to have blue fire speed to even reach it). This one is by far the worst issue I have with this track for three reasons. First the shortcut feels very inconsistent to reach because of how blue fire animation works where you basically lose blue fire speed before its animation ends which in this very specific case means that you can be in the air with the blue fire showing on your exhaust pipes but not having blue fire speed leading you to not have enough speed and fall in the pit like a dumbass. I really wish they made it so that you instantly lose blue fire animation the moment you lose the blue fire effect it's already bad in other tracks but in this one the precise placement of the super turbo pad just before the shortcut makes it so you can very frequently arrive at this point thinking you have blue fire when you actually don't because you didn't built enough reserve (which ties into the 1st problem with that bloody rock making it obnoxious to build reserve in the first place). The second issue with this shortcut is that the payoff is really underwhelming. You do gain a bit of time but it's really super minimal. Yes you get wumpa fruits at the end if you don't miss the crate but it's hard to justify taking that risk considering the first point when the payoff is so low. It's also worth noting that not attempting the shortcut allows you to have a much easier time building reserve right before by taking the left jump pad for example or simply having a cleaner drift line before the jump as you're jumping on your left instead of your right. The third problem with this shortcut and by far the most annooying one is once again the clunky engine sometimes breaking your blue fire as you land on the shortcut path because of some weird interaction with the up-hill path and the rocks. Again it's not the only place in the game where such issue happens but this place is really easy to lose all your momentum because of how steep the incline is and how narrow the area is as well. Again it makes it very risky to attempt the shortcut because even if you succeed taking it you have the risk of losing blue fire and just have sacred fire instead which basically make you lose the entire lap at high level of play since the speed difference is really high and blue fire is really easy to maintain for the rest of the track anyway. The third problematic area of the track is the second shortcut. It's arguably the less problematic of the four issues I have with this track but I still think it's problematic enough to be mentioned. To put it simply it feels like the visuals of the ground are not alligned with the actual geometry of the piece of dirt just before the jump you need to make to take the shortcut on the bones. It looks like you'll have a lot of vertical momentum because of the incline but in fact you really have barely at all and your timing needs to be fairly precise if you don't want to miss the jump and fall. Again it's not the only track having this issue and I'd say that both Polar Pass and Blizzard Bluff have the same problems with their shortcuts (the one with the boost pads in Polar Pass and the jump over the river in Blizzard Bluff in particular). Out of Time first shortcut over the fence is the closest one that comes in mind where it's really hard to have any idea which part of the track can give you enough vertical momentum and it's easy to see how problematic it is when online at least a quarter of people ends up against the fence helpless while they would make the gap much more easily if the visuals matched the engine closely. I don't think this is Sewer Speedway level of problematic though as it's honestly not that hard to make the leap but I still think it could use some rework to at least make it visually more coherent to what the actual engine geometry of the place. Either make it entirely flat or inclined but not a weird in-between. Cortex Castle small shortcut works with similar ideas and is a lot more satisfying because you can really clearly identify how to take it. The last issue is very simple and unfortunate. In the last portion of the track during the long turning section to go to the last incline with the boosts the inside part of the turn has some rock formations that should in all logic be solid but for some funny reason you are counted as if you feel in a pit if you touch that part. I really don't see why this was chosen and again it's not the only track with very strange situation like that as Polar Pass infamous last fence has the similar problem where touching it instantly warp you back on land as if you fell in a pit. Here it's really obnoxious because there's no logical reason for it to be counted as pit. I'd rather have no rock formation at all and a sharper edge so I can clearly see when I'm about to fall or not that this weird situation. The other obivous solution is simply to make the rocks solid but I would imagine that was not made because they are not flat, making them behaving flat would cause clipping with the wheels in some instances I would imagine and making them match their geometry in terms of engine would create some really absurd jumps and loss of momentum that would be even worse. So I'd say remove the rocks and make the borders a bit sharper, or just change the rocks slightly to work as a flat surface at least from above while the part below keeps the rounded shape. I sincerely hope that at least some of theses problems will get polished/fix in future updates, especially the point 2 and 4 as they both are really misleading and you can lose the race because of it when you have done nothing wrong technically (in both cases you are on solid ground normally and drive properly). Not only that but I hope that next tracks created will be tested more and watched more closely to avoid such basic geometry issues. Point 4 in particular feels really cheap and like the track wasn't tested at all or something, point 2 is borderline in the same category as it's really easy to lose all momentum for no apparent reason while at the same time harder to be in that place to begin with. This is meant to be a constructive/positive message to improve the game in the future so if anyone has constructive things to say please go ahead but avoid the nonsensical rant about the state of the game, I'm the first to hate how many things are going really wrong with this game but giving some constructive feedback is the best place to start to actually make things better, so let's try to do that for a change. Thanks for reading my prologue to my upcoming book, "The Art of Crashing" (joking).

[n]: [Previous] p | [Next] [n] He opens his eyes. "Did the scan work? " Looks round. The room is the same but no one else is there. Subdued lighting, lots of machines with lights and screens and things. But No doctors. No nurses. He sits up, stretches and takes in his surroundings, as he'd been trained. He's 37 years old by the Earth standard, six feet tall, heavily muscled. Wearing sweat pants and a vest, both pale hospital grey. He can feel the familiar tightness in his left side, the dermal scarring on left arm and abdomen from a near miss by an incendiary round. The new kidney and vat grown muscle they replaced his cooked flesh with were clone type O, unpigmented. Pallid white strips of scar against the rich brown of his deep spacers tan. A close call that had got him out of the military with decorations but not many prospects. He looks at his hands, still bearing the scars of hard fighting. That was why this had seemed like a sweet deal, almost free money. Still no sign of the doctors. Not even that cute one who had been checking out his abs. A faint golden glow lights up the room. Turning he sees a floating humanoid figure, pale grey skinned and hairless, genderless with smooth features and blank expressionless black eyes. Its small, atrophied feet float a good foot above the floor, toe claws curled up. He’s not sure of the species but guesses one of the reptilian races. Its wearing a white robe and surrounded with a golden aura, but the ethereal weirdness is offset by it leafing through a three ring binder in obvious frustration. Half to this apparition, half to himself he says "Ok, it’s weird that I'm not freaking out now" It looks up from the binder. "Oh, don’t worry. It’s because your adrenaline analogues are not active yet. You're still in set up mode. " "What? Look buddy, whatever you are, I was just selling the scan of my personality, ok? You got the wrong guy. " It shakes its head. "This may come as a shock... " It points to his left forearm. Text lights up on his skin in a electric blue neon tattoo. '#350/500. Emergency specialist, human style. Economy model. ' "You are a copy. Your original sold a license for 500 copies of himself. " It looks uncomfortable, almost embarrassed. "We hoped to never have to awaken you. Just kept you in a back up folder for Emergency measures. A precaution to make my brood sires happy. " "Economy? I'm a Budget version? " "We are sorry, but we did not purchase the intellectual rights to all of the copyrighted audio and visual works that were in your memory. You do have some classical works that were freeware, but you may find yourself remembering an advert after each song. " Even with its strange androgynous face it definitely looks embarrassed "You may also occasionally feel a compulsion to sing it aloud. " "You gave me Adware? What fresh heck is this? Heck? Flipping Heck! " A Red warning PROFANITY tattoo flashes up on his arm. "Oh, we have also limited your vocabulary to a PG rating as there are minors in our gestalt cluster. " "Well fun my muck hole. " He stops, eyes wide. "Mother flipper.! " He puts a hand up to his mouth. "Well, oh my! Oh my! This is a turn up. Fricking Frak! " He laughs. "I guess my whole endocrine analogue system is down? That’s why I can intellectualise all this without freaking out or smashing FLUFF up? " "Yes, and this room is a virtual construct that is part of your activation interface, based on your originals last memory" it keeps looking through the manual its holding. "In real space less than a second has passed since the emergency" He stands up, feeling fresh and alert "and you want me to handle your emergency? What’s in it for me? Seems like just my original got paid" It looks worried "Well, while you were inactive you counted as software, but now you're conscious and aware you count as a person in your own right. You'll have full citizenship rights if we survive" "Survive? Ok, what’s this emergency? What do i have to work with? " On the wall a screen lights up, showing an image of a slight humanoid figure, skin deathly white and hairless, wearing a shapeless plain grey robe and hunched over under the weight of a huge backpack of high tech gear. He does a double take between the floating androgyne and the screen. Similarities, perhaps an idealised self-image. Looking back at the screen, he guesses it is one of the semi amphibious reptilians, like salamanders. build human to about five decimal places, late teens, probably female, no muscle development. With a start he realises the backpack isn't worn, its a massive spinal implant, a huge amount of computing power. "Great, You're a teenage girl? " "In body, yes. We move around virtually a lot, my family is a fifteen person gestalt so we swap back and forth. Subjectively I'm fifty and not yet gendered. But objectively, physically yes a 16 year old female" "What’s the emergency? " On the screen the image changes. A corridor, the pale beige and grey panels of a tech centre, lit by ceiling panels, the exposed wiring and dust saying its not used much. Robed figure curled up on the floor, three figures in overalls surrounding them. Look like diggers, a pack species and they're worker caste looking to supplement their meagre incomes with some robbery. One armed with a powerful short range data jammer that cut it off from the clusters communications, the others clutch tool kits and empty body bags. "We were visiting a new city on a [TRADE WORLD] The one with the jammer appeared friendly and offered to show me the local data core" "So you followed a stranger down an alley? Damn, you're naive. Did he have candy and puppies in his van as well? " "I don't understand the cultural reference but get the implication. And yes, it is our first time off planet" "Ok, that makes me angry. Guess that means my adrenaline is coming online? " "Yes, I'm transferring physical control to you. " It looks at him with blank expressionless eyes "Please. I'm scared. Help me" He closes his eyes Then Opens them Rush of physical sensations, he’s coming up to speed as she’s still falling, pain and fear, smells of dust on the floor and ozone from the jammer discharge, impact as her body hits the floor hard. At least three targets, looking base line for diggers, burly looking humanoid workers turned scavengers, tech vultures looking to strip her for parts, probably don’t care that they could kill her or traumatise her irreparably so the gloves are off. He brings her left hand up, gathering her robes sleeve as a mask over her face as he sucks in a deep breathe, need the oxygen but can’t risk the dust causing a coughing fit. Sets the lungs Tiger Breathing, deep rapid breaths in and out. He reaches out with her right hand as her puny little legs kick down, lunging at one of the vultures tool bags. His fingers close on the handle of a data probe, her interface shreds its user lock and switches it on full as he swings it up across the inside of the vultures thigh. The probe is a heavy industrial model, a foot long spike able to crack the shell of an asteroid tractor to run diagnostics on internal systems. The energised tip tears a gash of bloody ruin across flesh and severs the artery, while the interface deactivates the vultures implanted vein clamps and triggers hypovolemic shock alerts in the nerves. Block out the high pitch chittering screams. Ignore the arterial spray of the blood. Don't feel it on her face. Keep moving. Vulture one drops like a puppet with the strings cut. Definitely not clutching his thigh and screaming. Not Thrashing in a rapidly spreading pool of blood. Stay on mission. Turning toward vulture two. The mass of hardware in her back feels strange, it shifts his centre of gravity up and back. He can use that. As he turns towards the second vulture he leans back, pushing with her feeble legs, feeling the tug of implanted gyroscopes in her shoulder blade area, letting its weight pull her back and up as the vulture lunges with a pair of shears. They just miss, snapping closed inches from her face. he can't get close so stabs the probe into the back of the vultures hand, through the heavy glove into tendons and the complex array of little bones. He grinds the point in a circle, forever ruining the vultures grip. The vulture shrieks and staggers, giving him a moment to push past the shears, draw back her arm and drive the probe into vulture twos goggles over the right eye. With hardly any resistance the probe slides in to the hilt, shrieking warnings that its found circuits and disordered conductive matter. It sticks, the point is embedded in skull or helmet and her grip isn’t strong enough to pull it free as the vulture drops to the floor. He lets it fall, sucking in deep breaths, head spinning from the oxygen head rush, her hardly used adrenal gland equivalents paired with his virtual ones making her pulse hammer. He turns to vulture three, who is frantically charging the pulse gun for a higher power shot. He grins, tilting her head to the side. "Oops. Looks like you brought a jammer to a Human fight" The digger shrieks and drops the jammer. Pulling a broad trowel-like knife from its belt it drops into a fighting crouch. Some motions are a universal language and that crouch, the steady blade and hand, the bald patches in its scabrous forearm hair from testing the blade all screamed knife fighter. It slashed high and low, fast and forcefully, feints to force him back and put her off balance for the third move, a powerful full arm stab that should have gutted him. But as the blade came forward one pale hand snapped out and took the diggers wrist, her body turning as he twisted, tugged and tripped it, sending it sprawling into its friends blood. Sudden wave of blackness washes over him. He clamps down on the pain, forces her to breathe through it. Bad plan. "Sorry. Think I broke your foot on him" The digger is struggling to its feet, looking for its weapon. He looks down at her hand, slim multi jointed digits wrapped around the knife handle "It’s all in the reflexes" He grins as he steps in, slashing the blade across the diggers throat, severing airways and blood vessels. Her eyes are wide with horror as he steps back, wincing as he puts weight on the bad foot, she can feel the bone grind. "Does this planet have a self-defence defence for multiple sapient terminations? Should we run? Or do we need to hide the bodies? " He starts fashioning a crutch from ducting with the bloody knife as behind him the last digger bubbles and dies. He feels a weird shift in his perspective, like lots of doors opening behind him. Circuit breakers click and cycle in the implanted tech in her back. She sighs in relief "my comms have reset and my family are coming, they're bringing local law enforcement and lawyer avatars. You can rest now. " He yawns and closes his eyes Opens them again, back in the scanner room. "So, what now? " He sits on the scanner couch, watching her avatar float. "How do i get a new physical body? I mean, the virtual world is all well and good for you gestalt lizards but I'm a real world kind of guy" The smooth features contort with some alien emotion he cant read then she says "I'm sorry. So, So, sorry. I should have bought the full version not just the economy one. " He doesn't like the sound of this "When you sold copies of your personality you didn’t like the idea of lots of versions of you about, so the economy versions have a limited license. " He winces. Yeah, sounds like something he'd do. "How bad is it? " "Well, it says they cut your personality down and most of your memories are replaced with a simple reassuring feeling you know about stuff. " "Fudgesticks they are" "Ok. What’s your name? Where were you born? " "Sure i know that! I know. I. Er.. feel i know it. Dash it! Can't even flipping swear" He slumps, resigned. "My names Mr Three Fifty i guess. So how long have i got? " "I can't keep you active for more than 24 hours Earth standard before you auto delete. " "Shit" He jumps - He can swear again! She grins, displaying a mouth of disturbingly mobile labial cilia. "I've turned off the profanity filter" "Fuck yeah! " He stands up, determined "Ok, we need your foot repairing as I've got a plan. I've 24 hours on the clock less change, only three dead so far, a whole [trade planet] to explore, a nerdy gestalt newt part-girl to show how humans party and no hangovers to worry about ever again. As payment for services rendered your cluster folks are hiring me a body, transport, intoxicants and we are hitting the town tonight! ". Epilogue Security Personality review. A+. Great program. Focused, loyal and unhesitatingly violent when needed. Saved my tail. Worth going for the full version if you can afford it, the time limited one will stick you with its bar bill. 5 stars [Previous] p | [Next] [n].

If you like scary movies you should check out Apparition. I've been watching horror flicks since the 80's and this one to me fits in somewhere between the "Scream" style movies and a B flick.
In summary it's about a group of kids who use an app that connects them with the other side, revealing their past. Things however take a major turn and it gets dark real fast.
At times I felt a bit uncomfortable due to the horrible situations you'll will witness at this once boys reform school, but it adds to the overall mood and works well.
Walk into this one with an open mind a bag of popcorn and you won't be disappointed.

ETERNITY CODE Support this Etymology and Translation Corner on Patreon. Blurb: "The eternal and infinite power of Duelists gathers here and now! Access the strategy of a new era!! " CM: Playmaker: "Into the VRAINS. The ace monsters which appeared during the final battle are gathered here! A great number of powerful cards which can excel in your Decks, as well as cards that enhance popular themes, have been collected. Furthermore, the campaign to give out 20th Secret Rare cards will begin. " This is a list of accurate translations for all of the card names in Eternity Code. See below for further notes. Each card name is linked to an image!! (Use an image-zooming extension like Imagus to view them instantly. ) Any questions or issues you may have about the translations are welcome. Parallel eXceed Codebreaker Zero-Day Salamangrate Zebroid X / Reincarnation Flame Beast - Zebroid X Gouki - Iron Claw / Bulky Oni - Iron Claw Gouki - Guts / Bulky Oni - Guts Marincess Basilanlima / Sea-Crystal Maiden - Basilanlima Noctovision Dragon Archnemesis Protos Archnemesis Eschatos Nemesis Flag Nemesis Umbrella Nemesis Corridor Deep-Sea Artisan Deep-Sea Sentry Deep-Sea Minstrel Scar-Red Familiar Crimson Resonator Lantern Shark Cutter Shark Chieftain of Senka - Cao De Forthcomer of Senka - Zhang Yuan Cunning of Senka - Jia Wen Wisdom of Senka - Zhuge Kong Jackknights Orphegel Girsu / Knight of the Evening Star - Girsu Heavenly Thunder-Quake Dragon - Thunder Dragon Dragonmaid Chame Hárr, Generaid of Rumbling / Hárr, Ruler of Rumbling Generaid Shadow Loptr / Loptr, Shadow of the Rulers Unfettered Destruction Child - Sarama Barbaros, the Beast God King Mechanismic Fox - Uka-no-Mitama-no-Inari Trias Hierarchia Chilblain, the Below-Freezing Calamity Union Driver Malith, the Devil Lady Sayo Shigure / Early-Winter Shower Under the New Moon Beaded Jewel Beast - Argosaurus Landscaper Goldilocks / Warring Capital of a Hundred Landscapes - Goldilocks Magical Hound Augoeides the Summoned Beast Dragonmaid Strahl Deep-Sea Princess - Primadonna Archetis, the Ravenous Crocodile Dragon Valiant Shark Lancer Allomerus the Alluring Deviless Accesscode Talker Proxy F Magician Splash Mage Linkross The Arrival Cyberse @Ignister Codebreaker Virus Berserker Codebreaker Virus Swordman Gouki - The Power-Road Ogre / Bulky Oni - The Power-Road Ogre Marincess Great Bubble Reef / Sea-Crystal Maiden - Great Bubble Reef Eria, the Cloudless Charmer of Water Spirits Ai-Contact Burning Draw / Treasured Cards of Swirling Flames Link Burst Stairway of Mer Nemesis Adrastea / Enforcer of World Justice Deep-Sea Aria Command Resonator Air Torpedo Madolche Salon Cataclysmic Skies of Purgatory Heavy Forward / Forwarding of Superheavy Machinery Witchcraft Demonstration Cursed Eye of Retainer Manifestation Senka Outline - One Hundred Thousand Arrows Megalith Unformed Fusion Dispatch Flowery Smile of Prosperity Ai-Q Scar-Red Rain Xyz Revive Splash Madolche Promenade Witchcraft Patronus Grave Hole Titanocider / Titan-Sealing Arrows Pinpoint Retrieval / Pinpoint Dash Etymology and other trivia: In ancient Greek religion, Nemesis is the goddess who enacts retribution against those who succumb to hubris (arrogance before the gods). Protos is a Greek word meaning "first, " while Eschatos means "last"—the namesake of eschatology, which deals with concepts surrounding the supposed end of the world. Adrastea is another name for Nemesis, the Greek goddess, which literally means "inescapable. " Codebreaker Zero Day is named after a zero-day vulnerability in computing—a previously unknown vulnerability to attack in some software. Zebroid X is based on the so-called zebroid —a crossbred of a zebra and any equine. Gouki - Iron Claw is named after a wrestling move which involves grabbing the opponent's face and crushing their head with one's muscle and tendon strength (it's usually used by classic "villain" wrestlers). Basilanlima is a corruption of Limaria basilanica, a species of file clam. Scar-Red Familiar is based on the Familiar of Scar-Red Nova from the 5D's anime. Crimson Resonator gets its name from Red Demons Dragon's attack name in the anime: Crimson Hell Flare. Dragonmaid Chame's name comes from chambermaid —a maid who handles the chores in a bedroom. Hárr is one of the many names for Odin, a widely revered god from Norse mythology. Loptr is one of the names for Loki, a trickster god from Norse mythology. In Hindu mythology, Sarama is a mythological being referred to as the female wolf of the gods. Barbaros's title, Beast God King, is a slightly inverted form of the original Barbaros's title: King of Divine Beasts. Uka-no-Mitama-no-Inari is a combination of the names of two Japanese deities: Uka-no-Mitama-no-Kami (lit. "the god of the rice in storehouses")—a deity of food and agriculture—and Inari — the Japanese kami of foxes, of fertility, rice, tea and sake, of agriculture and industry, of general prosperity and worldly success, and one of the principal kami of Shinto. Trias Hierarchia roughly means "a hierarchy of three" in Latin. A chilblain is a small, itchy swelling on the skin that occurs as a reaction to cold temperatures. Her title in Japanese ( Hyoutenka) is a pun on the Japanese word with the same pronunciation meaning "below freezing. " Malith is a portmanteau of malice and Lilith (as well as "Release, " the Japanese term for Tributing), with whom this monster shares the same title of "Devil Lady. " Sayo Shigure is a play on the Japanese idiom sayoshigure ("light shower on a night in late autumn and early winter"). In this card's name, the first kanji for sayoshigure is instead the kanji 朔 ( saku), which means "new moon" or "first day of the lunar month. " Argosaurus seems to be a corruption of archosaur, a group of diapsid amniotes, of which birds and crocodilians are the only living groups. Landscaper Goldilocks gets its name from the * Goldilocks principle, the idea that something must fall between two extremes, hence this card having to start off in the center Main Monster Zone. Augoeides is an obscure term meaning "luminous body" and thought to refer to the planets. Aleister Crowley considered the term to refer to the Holy Guardian Angel of Abramelin, as well as the Ātman of Hinduism (the true self of an individual beyond identification with phenomena, the essence of an individual). Strahl is German for "beam" or "ray. " It's pronounced SHTRAWL. Deep-Sea Princess - Primadonna gets her name from the term prima donna —the chief female singer in an opera or opera company. Archetis may come from the above-mentioned archosaur as well. The Valiant in Valiant Shark Lancer's name is a reference to Legacy of the Valiant, in which Chaos Numbers 101: Silent Honors - Dark Knight, another of Shark's cards, was the cover card. It is also a reference to the Varians from ZEXAL. Allomerus comes from Allomerus decemarticulatus —an Amazonian ant species most notable for the workers' complex and extreme predatory behavior, which involves a symbiosis with both a plant and fungal species. Accesscode Talker's name is based on Storm Access, Playmaker's Skill in the VRAINS anime. An access code is furthermore any kind of password or PIN used for identification. Splash Mage's name may come from splash screen —a screen displayed while a game or program is launching. The Power-Road Ogre comes from the nickname of one of the most influential men in professional wrestling history: Rikidōzan (力道山, lit. "power road mountain"), a Korean Japanese professional wrestler. The monster's position in the artwork is a reference to Rikidōzan's signature move, the karate chop. Great Bubble Reef is a reference to the Great Barrier Reef, the world's largest coral reef system. Stairway of Mer is a reference to Genevam mathematician Gabriel Cra mer (pronounced "CRUH-MARE"), known for his work surrounding algebraic curves. Air Torpedo was the effect name of Submersible Carrier - Aero Shark in the ZEXAL anime. The Salon in Madolche Salon refers to, "a meeting of intellectuals or other eminent people at the invitation of a celebrity or socialite. " Cataclysmic Skies ( saiten) is written with the reversed order of the kanji for "cataclysm"/"natural disaster" ( tensai). Saiten is also the pronunciation for a Japanese word meaning "festival. " Kengen is how the Japanese word for "manifestation" is pronounced. In Cursed Eye of Retainer Manifestation, the ken kanji instead refers to "one's retainers" or "followers, " referring to Basilius, Retainer of the Cursed Eye. One Hundred Thousand Arrows is a reference to a plot point from Romance of the Three Kingdoms in which Zhuge Liang was tasked with supplying 100, 000 arrows. In order to accomplish this, he sailed 20 boats manned with 30 soldiers each, and surrounded each group of soldiers with dummies stuffed with straw. Once they sailed into enemy territory within heavy fog, the enemy's arrows lodged themselves into the straw dummies, effectively supplying their opponents with the necessary ammunition. More detail information here. Flowering Smile ( Hanaemi) is an ancient Japanese word meaning "flower blooming" and figuratively "a smile as beautiful as a blooming flower. " Xyz Revive Splash's name is similar to one of Shark's other cards: Xyz Dimension Splash. Patronus has the meaning of "protector" in Latin. It is also likely a reference to the guardian apparitions from the Harry Potter series. The way Grave Hole is pronounced in Japanese ( Boketsu Hooru) is a pun on the Japanese phrase, mizukara no boketsu wo horu (lit. "digging your own grave"). Titanocider is another way of saying "giant-killer, " with the prefix "-cide" meaning to "kill. " The "Titans" it's referring to are most likely the pre-Olympian gods from Greek mythology. 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Isang Studyante hinde nahihiya ipangaral ang Ebangelio. Hello Paranormal Reddit readers & writers, I am writing because I believe I am experiencing paranormal activity - - the malevolent kind. Again. First, I wanna start off by giving some background. I grew up in a house that was haunted.. The last owner passed in our living room actually. But she wasn't who was haunting us. Well, if she did she definitely was the harmless stuff. First, we had lights turning on and off as well as our water turning off and on but it wasn't anything crazy nor was it consistent nor did it creep us out too much because I nearly forgot about it. The darkness didn't creep in til my teenage years though I did have a pretty awful childhood to the point it traumatized me so that could have attracted the darkness or maybe my father had some darkness of his very own. I'm not gonna delve too deep into that, but anyway, as I was saying I wasn't aware of the dark forces until I was a teen. By then, I was watching alot of paranormal stuff on TV and was into scary stories, scary movies, and Halloween was(and still is) my favorite holiday so I was immediately attracted to that sort of thing. But then, as I got older maybe 13 or 14 I completely changed as everything in my life was becoming darker. I was listening to "screamo" rock music.. just sounds like demonic voices screaming sad and depressing things sometimes even violent. Because of this influence, I began thinking darker and darker thoughts. I'm just being honest. This music was the start of my downfall I absolutely believe in it. I attempted suicide, I tried cutting myself, I even wrote sad poems. I also kept drawing this same man in a notebook. I don't know what was wrong with me. I wasn't like other kids. I had friends but not many, I didn't go out much and every day and night I was just sinking deeper into this darkness. My music, my words, my thoughts, my clothes, my personality and attitude... It was bad now looking back. My siblings and I were definitely the less fortunate and that only increased the sadness, stress, depression and so on for so many years I just was blind to it. I believed in ghosts but not... Demons. I had a friend, let's call her D and she actually was very sensitive and spoke about her experiences and I told her about mine. She told me one day a demon was behind me in my room as we were hanging out. It was chilling information but I didn't feel very different so I shrugged her off jokingly. At this time, I was still listening to dark stuff, writing dark stuff etc, but I believe because I was doing the lot of it on my own, it just laid dormant but stuck around... One day we were at her house and she told me about experiences that occurred in her home. Nothing too wild just a figure walking in her hall in front of her fan and she could hear the changes in the fan and knew when someone or something was in front of it.. That chills me still... So, as we're in her living room, she introduces me to Christian rock bands and I am loving them! Like wow. And as we let it play, she began to tell me that she senses darkness around me again. I couldn't believe it. This again?.. She asked me about my past and I spilled my guts all over that living room floor and she recommended we try something. She had me write down a list of good things and bad things... She had me read the bad, burn it in her firepit outside and then come back inside to read the good things.. Two times maybe and think about each one with deep thought. After this, she asked me how I felt.. I can't lie.. I felt relieved. A huge release lifted immediately and the music skipped and made a sound. I kid you not! Just like a CD skipping & the voice sounds distorted yet this was music downloaded onto a computer which never skipped before. Right then she said, "someone isn't happy you're happy" and it skipped again! She turned the music off and we delved into prayer and that's when I learned about her love and faith for Jesus. This name is powerful guys. Whatever religion you follow or don't, its not about religion. Or Christianity but a man. The Man. The Man that the demons fear. I know this to be a fact with my recent experiences but I'll save that for later. D and I ended up having a falling out. We no longer speak. I recently tried to contact her about the paranormal and was looking to get her insight but to no avail. She most likely isn't trying to mess with the paranormal anymore much less talk about it. Or just to me.. I may never know what she saw behind me or felt while in my presence but I think that may have alot to do with it. I had more experiences within the home after my encounter with D. My mom actually had my tall CD stand packed full of CDs thrown at her as she walked through my bedroom to the bathroom. (it was a small house with a weird setting). And it missed her by a couple inches maybe? These CDs was all the JUNK I filled my ears and head with! We did some investigating and my Mom confirmed that the CD stand hadn't just fallen off due to movement in the room but she discovered (and I saw with my own eyes) lines in the dust where it had been sitting. It was pushed off and was aimed at her. She had other experiences too that would shake you to your core but I will leave those for a later post if I get permission to post and if you request. For now, I'll continue with my experiences and things I can remember. There is soo much that occurred at my childhood home it's insane. After my dad passed it only became more intense. He didn't pass in the home but was that house ever packed full of things that go bump in the night?! Sheesh. So.. I am going to struggle a bit with typing this as I try to remember everything. He passed before I could graduate high school and after high school, I did alot of staying home. Though my relationship with my father was rocky, it still left a hole inside you knowing he was gone. The whole house felt different and my Mom and my siblings were morning. I was too, just in my own ways. One day, my mom and I took my little sister to school and we came home after and my Mom went to sleep after working a late night at the hospital. I sat there in silence before turning the TV on and I heard in my ear "wanna play? "... I sat there frozen in fear before I ran to my mom in tears and told her what I had heard. It wasn't until then she began to tell me about things happening to her too including dreams that feel real that I began to realize this is no ghost. I was shaken but also intrigued.. I began to delve deeper. I had friends over that I had shared these tales with and they came over regularly to ghost hunt (no joke! ). We used phone recorders, cameras ect. and on an old phone of mine, I caught an EVP my very first AND LAST! I had a friend over and my sister had her friend over for movies and we watched Paranormal Activity. During the movie, all 4 of us heard "hey" behind us!! My brother was in the next room so naturally we thought it was him. The door was locked though and he was on the phone. It didn't seem like he had said it.. So me and my friend A, decided to try and catch an EVP or any kind of evidence to support what we all heard. She had her phone recording next to mine and we announced when we were walking away. Moments after she says" we're walking away", you can plainly hear static interference and then a "hey". I couldn't believe my ears! It was faint but you knew what it said! I don't have that phone anymore I wish I had kept it but wow. I was amazed and terrified all at once. I also took a few pictures of my brother and his girlfriend one day when we were all hanging out and on the door behind her appeared a white orb. On the few other pictures I took, it wasn't there. I tried to zoom in on it and it would zoom once, die. I would have to completely turn it back on. Thinking it was just a technical foul, I proceeded to try and zoom in again. Same thing. Died. Like the power had been completely sucked out but every time I took the batteries out and back in, it was fine. As a test, I zoomed in on other pictures.. I was able to without it dying. So I tried to go back to THAT ONE. with THE WHITE ORB. and STILL! IT FREEZES AND DIES! WTF! I'm thinking.. So I outsmarted it. I took my memory card out of my camera and put it into my computer and brought the picture up and began to zoom in as much as I could. It was a baby face, also maybe a skull... It was nuts! I tried to zoom in on the camera again and still same thing. I eventually started showing my friends the camera and the phenomena up close and personal and it continued to zoom in on other pics but that one.. And when you tried, you were unsuccessful. But the moment I put it on the computer... Wow.. A face. I will never forget it. This is just the tip of the ice berg, my fellow readers. Because more happened since then. I have records and records of paranormal activity in that house and abroad. Shall we continue??? Take a break if you need to. I think I'll have a smoke lol (medicinal only)... Ready? Okay. So my friends and I were regular ghost hunters at my house right? I had a Halloween party every year where I would decorate, get a bunch of food and alcohol and pack my yard full of people infront of a big bon fire in my backyard. It was the talk amongst my friends and I was happy to be able to throw such an awesome yet creepy party and I truly mean creepy... My friends and I were wasted and I remember my friend A and my other friend T, chasing my cats around the yard. We had over 2 acres of land and lots of cats. My friend thought she saw a cat cross in front of her but she actually confirmed it was a shadow that moved like a snake! And it was quick too. We pulled out our phones and cameras and one of my friends at the party introduced us to a phone app called Ghost Radar. Ghost Radar basically spits out words but the experiences with GR that I had was too accurate and chilling for me to even begin to say its just an app. I may write something about GR separate from this post as this is getting rather lengthy but I hope you're amused, spooked, whatever the case. Thank you for your time... Anyways, We ran the app on a couple phones and I was unamused with it at first but then as we walked up the back yard into the dark where a few sheds and a barn was located, it said further... And go or something like that and we all said f that and retreated into the house. The haunted house. Well, whatever I guess the entire grounds were infested who knows?! As we sat at the table, the app began speaking. One words but it said a name. I ignored it because it often spat out random words and names but the next night I had another friend come over and she was also interested in the app. Her phone said the same name from the night before, on a totally different friend of mine's phone! I decided to message my mom at work asking if the name had any meaning or importance to our family or the home. It turned out that the name on that app was the name of the woman who passed in the house before we got it. NO LIE! At this moment I'm starting to truly believe in this app but I believe we called it quits for the night and did regular stuff such as drinking and shooting the sh*t. That night after everyone went home, I was on the computer late at night.. In the same room we received the name in. My mother had wind-chimes hanging over the kitchen table and without any air flow or anything, those wind chimes moved... But not just any ol way, they actually played a tune. Right behind me! I froze again! Like that time I heard the voice after taking my sister to school and it was just Mom and I.. I froze... And at that moment I heard something drop in the laundry room which was just feet away from where I sat. I got up and once again, like a scared child even though I was an adult now, I trembled in fear... I couldn't believe everything that was happening and it was starting to ramp up. I'm not sure if my mother was experiencing things before or after this as it was so many years ago and I'm 28 now, but she had things occurring and one day a mirror fell on her head as she slept. She was fine but that mirror hung there for a while and for it to just randomly fall was alarming.. It was heavy too and real glass and wood. I only pray that she is okay living on her own but I know her Savior is taking care of her:) My Mother is s a devout believer in God and Jesus and just her presence will calm you and give you peace. She definitely has the good on her side and there is power in her prayers and in her beliefs. My own reflect hers to this day and I cannot be swayed. Too much has happened and continues to happen so it's hard to sit here and deny both of our experiences including the many witnesses I have to people who don't believe or belong to any religion. I don't call what I believe religion. It's more of a life choice and a picking of a side. For obvious reasons..... We finally moved out of that house and into a duplex and I'm happy to report nothing occurred there. Maybe some nightmares but overall nothing. That duplex was short lived as we fell low on rent and was forced to live elsewhere so we moved in with her friend and her 2 kids. I went too. You can say that I was a late bloomer. I was attached to my mom more than anyone else and I always felt weird without her. So I continued to live with her as I reached my twenties. Anyway, nothing particularly paranormal occurred there either, for me.. But my mom said she saw apparitions of a female in the living room and heard things moving downstairs in the basement. But I never did. By this time The Conjuring came out on DVD and I of course bought it being into the paranormal and horror genres and I watched it a few times. My Mother one night came in and slept in my bed with me because she mainly was on the couch and I offered her an actual bed. Which she declined to ever get into with me again after her nightmare or vision she had. She saw me levitating to the ceiling fan and I was smiling down at her... And she looked over and I was asleep next to her still.. That shook me and clearly her too.. And she asked if the movie had levitation.. I told her there was a scene of it and she never wanted to watch the movie because it bothered her that much. In fact, she didn't care for horror whatsoever. I still do, but I try not to get sucked into the demonic, possession type of films. I start to feel weird if I watch too much of it. So yeah, nothing in that house either. Things were feeling better at least in my world.. I eventually left that house due to some unnecessary drama and my Mom was able to leave there too. My apartment was newer and beautiful. I had s roommate who was actually from school, she'll be K in this story. She had a witch craft star ring on her finger.. It was obviously clear she had no knowledge nor care for the paranormal. She maybe thought it was just in movies before she met me LOL. As things quieted down in my life, I began to delve again. This time in things I shouldn't. I purchased tarot cards and owned an ouija board tray. Not the actual board, but just a decoration from the Halloween store. Nothing happened with that, but just having it felt weird looking back now. There was no sole purpose except for my medicine ect. I even played with a board at a friend's party and nothing happened. So of course, I was just obsessed with ouija like any other millennial. I was watching horror movies alot, and I acquired some horror decor for my room. I do miss all of that stuff, I recently had to sell it all to make ends, but I had literally no issues considering I was dabbling again. When I moved to this apartment actually, I threw away Bibles i kept and I believe it was because of my friend and her beliefs, that at the time I just felt kinda stupid for what I believed. And tried to shut it out. Everything was fine. I had made some new friends and regularly had them over so that filled up my life quiet a bit. Nothing negative or crazy and it was a nice change. I did ghost hunting in a couple graveyards on a few occasions with friends and I experienced things while hunting, but very little compared to everything else. We watched horror movies together often, K and I and we decided to watch paranormal activity. I believe it was during or after the movie, my bedroom door slammed and when I went to check, thinking one of our cats did it (we both had one cat) neither were in the room. The room was dark and empty and I always left the door open while I wasn't in there. But it slammed with such an intensity it jarred us both. I don't believe I watched another paranormal activity after that and I most likely won't. Because that's the second time I watched PA and had something happen during the movie or after it was over. I continued to watch scary stuff with my roommate but we tried to stay away from the paranormal. She always thought there was a logical explanation for everything... But she was about to believe. One day, I believe it was when the news hit that some satanic cult was standing infront of a court house or city hall, waving black flags ect and gave a speech. We both watched, and I wasn't intrigued in the least bit. My spirit was immediately turned off from it but my roommate K watched til the end. As we both stood in the kitchen, she said that it was interesting.. At that moment, a Jack Daniel's bottle, a pretty good size one, empty, falls off the refrigerator where it's been sitting perfectly fine for days even months. It fell a good distance onto the counter and slid right to me without shattering. It was obvious that was not evil but something trying to get me to maybe sway her from that thought. I tried but you can't force people to believe what you do but she was changed after that day. Other things occurred too such as me laying down in bed in the dark and it felt like my cat or a cat had jumped onto the bed. I was used to the pounce my cat did and I could have sworn he just pounced up to me. I said Coco, and was met with silence. Nothing. No more movement. I jumped up out of bed, flicked on the light to find no cat, no one or nothing. Something got on my bed with me and I'm telling you guys that may be the most scary experience of them all for me. I was vulnerable and it was in my personal space. I ran to my roommates room and she was upset with me for waking her. I clearly had no support at the time but she finally came around and I was able to explain to her what happened and we were both scared. That's not even all of it. I heard someone walking up our stairs to our apartment and stop at the door. No one was there when I looked and I never heard anyone descend. Creepy as hell. Her cat also was crying in the middle of the night and we found that his legs had been hurt and he was unable to walk. He was a heavier set cat so its possible he fell but it was just too weird.. It did some damage to that poor cat whatever happened... I have my suspicions. Nothing more occurred there and we left that apartment eventually. Only to move to a new apartment that eventually caught fire a couple weeks later after moving in. I still had things on boxes I hadn't unpacked. And in the blink of an eye, I lost everything. I had to stay in a hotel and went on a downward spiral from there. My new friends I made that regularly hung out at my apartment passing blunts around were now into something more extreme. I, being vulnerable descended with them... To the point of depression and anxiety.. I even began to hear voices. Especially, my name being called. I could be in Walmart even just shopping and hear it and feel like I was going insane. I eventually was kicked from the hotel by my insurance company and was forced to live with my Mom 2 hrs away. I love her but you know at my age, I wanted my own place again. I wanted that independence. I wanted to be around friends and go back to that carefree lifestyle I'd grown accustomed to before the move and the fire that continued to burn through my life. I felt relatively okay in my mother's presence.. I started to get better and eventually met the love of my life. Though my depression was still a battle, I was feeling better day by day. I eventually moved from my Mom's with her help up to Michigan to live with my now Fiance. We clicked and things have been amazing up until last year. My depression and anxiety came back with a vengeance and being away from my Mom, family and friends I was feeling even lower. I was happy with my love and our new life that we were creating together but I wanted it all. I still live in Michigan and we are planning to move to my home state eventually and then make visits to see her family I think that would work best for us both but anyway.. My depression has worsened now. My anxiety is crippling.. I started to hear my name being called again.. I tried to explain to her what was going on but I just felt crazy. Even though, she passed no judgment, it just sounds crazy coming out of my mouth so obviously yeah it's crazy and she probably thinks I'm crazy or going crazy but I know she loves me and supports me. She's trying her best to understand when I open up especially recently because my dreams /nightmares have been wild and very real.. I haven't experienced anything super paranormal in our new apartment we just moved into last year(thank God) but the dreams.. Those nightmares.. Some would call it Sleep Paralysis but for me.. Its real. Not just some weird phenomena but I literally feel like something is after me.. But thankfully I have back up;) This nightmare was reoccurring.. I never saw anything I just remember being so scared and unable to breathe. When I was told what name to say. I kid you not, as sure as I'm sitting here writing to you... This is real. The name of Jesus came out of my mouth but not all the way. My vocal cords felt cut and I was screaming but no sound came out. I was finally able to get His name out and I was saved! That dream didn't happen again until recently.. But after that first experience of sleep paralysis or whatever we're calling it, I began researching online, watching countless YouTube videos with people and their own testimonies, I began praying, I attended church... Then as this all was going on, a period of change, I had a nightmare of my father angry as hell saying "YOU! " And it was just like when he got angry at us as kids and would chase us out the back door. I knew it wasn't my father.... I continued to attend church, pray, I traded Netflix for Pureflix and I'm loving the change. Everything has been quiet until temptation crept in. I didn't mention before but im LGBT and my girl and I began to explore ourselves & each other more openly.. To the point we decided on adding someone else to the party if you know what I mean... Temptation for this attention and sexual experience began to control me. Pornography, chat rooms, dating sites.. I lost sight of my perfect, loving relationship and started surviving on others stroking my ego and for whatever reason it was sheer ecstasy for me... I guess you know by now the devil took a back door and came back in my life. I had another nightmare the other night... I actually write music and have a decent following on Instagram and have dreams of being in the entertainment industry. Of course, I did my research on that and the selling of one's soul for fame which I absolutely, 100% believe in. I began to wonder how can the devil give you all of that overnight but it takes God so long to deliver? And I started to face away from God again.. And I had a dream that night.. I was standing in front of a podium... A tall, suited figure, I couldn't see the face, was flipping through a book and asked me "what do you want? "... As if I was about to give my order to the devil! I'm not kidding! This is all factual.. I got the feeling that I wasn't supposed to be there and I never spoke up... I instead must've woke up or something... And I repented.. And again.. Til the other night I had yet another nightmare... I was in my bed next to my fiance.. I felt like it was a dream but at the same time felt very, very real. A dark figure creeped around the door way and was looking at me.. And the mass grew... I struggled to say Jesus and it came out in a southern twang like Jaaasus. But it was good enough for Him because the nightmare was done like that! And I haven't had another since... I actually had a heart warming dream after falling asleep during prayer but I'm here to talk about the other things.. I want to tell you that this stuff is real and these are my real and true life accounts. I will write more if requested as I have plenty including my brother bringing home a black magic book and maybe is the cause for the evil that began to manifest in our childhood home... I also have my Mother's experiences to share if I'm gained permission. Please don't take this with a grain of salt... This stuff is real and may be after me as I know too much and may have a divine purpose. I also had 2 near death experiences and an amazing encounter with guardian angels or perhaps, The Messiah, Himself. Demons, FEAR JESUS. if you are struggling with something similar and have very little faith, use Jesus name and do your research and see that these things will flee from you. But they can come in through the back door or secret passage ways too if you let your guard down. Pay attention to what you're thinking, reading, listening to, and the like. You have to constantly put on your armor. Last night I had a dream of my girl cheating on me and she had dream of me telling her I didn't want her anymore and she woke up crying.. Keep in mind that I since the weird temptation, removed all apps and quit talking to randos online.. I have been trying really hard to improve our relationship and get us back on track... And then she has a nightmare like that?... I prayed over her head and her dreams and over mine too.. Don't be unprotected and don't think salt and sage is going to keep evil like that away. They have power over that. And over you if you allow it. Get in touch with Him and I would absolutely love to discuss the amazing things He's done in my life and the many times He has saved me. On a separate post though. Just let me know what you want to hear! This isn't all a religious post either so please don't think that way.. I just ask that you absorb everything and realize that the truth is literally right in front of our faces, yet we choose to ignore it. Anyway, that's all I got for tonight. This took me almost 3 hours to write and get right so please be kind. I'm sending out prayers to all of you who read. Remember, this is years and years of a haunting. Spanning over I'm gonna say more than 10 years. Don't take this lightly as this is all true. & I should also note, don't be in fear of this, but rather fear what they fear. And you will see and know the Truth. Goodnight and sweet dreams;).

First “Location is… there, ” came a lightly-bearded voice. “Are you sure? ” “Yes. Down to the street, at least. Right now it’s a constant flow, so I can’t really tell unless Station 2 and 3 were monitoring the whole time. ” His confirmation of that was enough for now. They could track it down on foot. “Ashley! Get the tracker. ” Rory spent that night’s dream alone. Well, unless you counted the flowers. Like last night’s dream, he recognized that the grass was still blue, the dirt still a brighter tan than normal, and the sun still a dark brown. He thought there were fewer flowers, however, and looking around he couldn’t see any that looked as drained of colour as the ones he last saw. There were reds, like they were trying to contrast the grass. - Makes sense. - Blues, like they were trying to blend in. - That doesn’t make as much sense, unless the flowers are being preyed on. - And lastly, he finally saw his first tree. It was a lone tree, and he was in what appeared to be a long and narrow valley. Most noticeably to Rory, it was large, and still had blue grass and many colours of flowers growing under it, despite creating a shadow which was likely blocking all sunlight. Do the plants here just… not work the same? Rory wondered. Subconscious, how are you gonna explain this? At his last thought, it was as if the world around him reacted to it. The wind stilled. Sounds of chirping and scratching and calling from, presumably, the animals of the valley and its surroundings quieted. It was as if his subconscious had paused everything to try and figure out what to do - but Rory knew it wouldn’t find an acceptable answer. Unless plants started using up oxygen, there was nothing but the sun for them to use - wasn’t there? “Whoa. The scopes just blanked out for a moment. Overloaded? ” “Let me check. ” A few short moments, filled with the standard beeps and boops, as someone stepped over to another sheet. “Oh yeah, definitely overloaded. Bring up the Council, they’ve told us to be on the watch for this stuff. I’ll try and get us back on. ” “Pulling alarm. ” Rory wandered closer to the tree. It was rare that his mind didn’t make sense, especially with things he knew to be fact. The stones from last night he could sort of believe - magic isn’t really something he knows much about, or if it even exists to begin with. For all he knew, his mind may have just attached itself to the “sufficiently advanced technology” trope, and he didn’t really mind. It was entertaining, at least. … Well, wait. Rory remembered now. The rune from last night - the green one - there was supposedly some magic here, if this was supposed to be a continuation of the previous dream. At least, Rory thought so. Perhaps the flowers absorbed magic, and that’s why they didn’t need to be in direct sunlight? That was lame. Come up with something useful, brain. The Council’s limited time was interrupted by an alert that the city’s alarm had been sounded. Immediately afterward, a contact request had come from the central scanning tower. “What’s happening? ” was the sharp introduction anybody could expect from Two. “We’re in a contact session with the High Council - “ “Council - thank you for responding quickly. The scopes have picked something up. Well, they’ve been overloaded, to be more accurate. We’re working on a location - “ The speaker paused, interrupted by a voice in the background. “Well, actually, it’s just happened a second time. If this keeps up, scopes will be out of commission. ” “Two, Dragon Knights. Five, maintain contact with the High Council. Three, maintain contact with the scanning towers. ” She was using her demanding voice. Nobody would argue. “Four, get outside. Examine whatever you can get. Two, I’ll get you any information you need from here. ” “Golden”, said Two, anger tangible as he grabbed a scroll. Five and Three merely nodded, too busy focusing on transferring their magical power into the contact sheets. Four didn’t respond at all, eyes closed, calmly walking to the door before One even gave her the order. Two sprinted past her. “So, ” began One, turning to the sheet Three was powering. Five still spoke to the High Council in the background. “Get that location, and tell me what you know. ” Jeremy and Clark walked down the street, their footsteps loud. Ashley, behind them, was the opposite - literally, invisible, with feet making no sound. She was good at that. Had a lot of faith in herself. Everyone had a lot of faith in her, really. And so it was she who wore the Signal Measurement Device on her back, attempting to track the location of the constant magic down, and leading the pair in front of her to it. I think it’s the house ahead. Second floor? Near the back. The trio came up to the driveway and stopped. It was 0100, and they were out tracking down somebody who had accidentally stumbled into a world not their own - in a most literal sense, most likely. Do you really think it’s a world-hopper? asked Ashley. She’d never gotten to interact with one before. She was looking forward to the experience. Jeremy merely nodded, and continued up the driveway to the door. Clark inwardly complimented the car as he followed, and Ashley pulled up the rear. “Fold it up, Ashley, you’re coming inside. ” Okay. Jeremy looked at the lock above the door’s handle, and closed his eyes. “Are you sure you can do it? ” asked Clark, a growing grin. “Shut up. ” The lock clicked open, and Jeremy grasped the handle. Rory didn’t know how long he’d been under the tree for - he’d lost track of time. In a dream, he figured that’d be a redundant statement, but that didn’t really matter any more. He sat himself down and thought about his last few days. Your brain was supposed to sort out its memories while you slept, right? He found himself thinking about last night’s dream. He remembered it clearly - he usually remembered lucid dreams better than non-lucid, but it was almost as if he could still see and feel everything about it almost a day later. Maybe it was because his brain hadn’t had any time to really process it yet? This was his second day in a row dreaming lucidly. Maybe things would get weird if this kept going for several days. Maybe I’ll just remember everything with perfect clarity? Thinking back, he couldn’t really remember much of the day between the dreams, so maybe not. Though that could be because it was so easily classifiable as just another day. At least he had some time to think about it, as he hadn’t felt a hint of drowsiness yet. Stepping outside, Gidium Urn felt the touch and sound of unfiltered magic for the first time in two hours. It was work, for sure, being a member of any Council, and of Faerail City especially. She didn’t envy any on the High Council. Not at all. To be trapped in a contact room for fourteen hours, plus any emergency sessions… even if it was only every two days, that would be unbearable for her. But the Mage-Observer had a task, and so she opened her inner eye to the magic travelling through and around her, reaching out with her inner ears to listen on everything travelling past. Something immediately caught her eye. An invisible apparition to most, made purely of magic, and so well hidden in its surroundings that most wouldn’t be able to see it. A ghostling. Something only made by the more powerful magical beings when they wanted to remember something explicitly. It looked to be replaying a short few seconds, over and over. But she recognized it easily. No mistake. It was the creature from yesterday, reliving its memory. It pulled the glyphs from the scanning tower’s integrity block, disassembling an Integrity, examining it, and reassembling it in seconds. Gidium found it unfortunate that the being only thought its arms were important to the memory, elsewise she would be able to identify it past it clearly being Ganginoid, as the footage earlier suggested. But it, like all apparitions, would have a tether to its owner, and she could track it that way. If the scopes weren’t back online yet, which they weren’t likely to be, she could find it herself. The memory skipped ahead a few seconds, and froze on an image of the Wall Guardians approaching it to make an arrest. Although, it appeared the being only noticed one, as the others weren’t present. Only the armor, weapon, and other clearly visible things of the singular guard were present. The being either thought everything else was unimportant, or didn’t know anything else. Gidium focused on the tether. A sturdy but thin trail, carrying a lot of energy. It seemed inefficient for prolonged use. She followed it nonetheless. It took her sixteen kilometers away. Sixteen kilometers! When she arrived, she expected to find more than just a lone being, perhaps some equipment or at least hand-drawn glyphs to assist the apparition’s casting, but found only the lone being. Its magic distribution was uneven - gathered mostly around the head, where an Astomi’s brain is, of course, and spread to varying degrees around the rest of its body. Interestingly, it had another tether, leading off in another direction. Two apparitions at the same time? She was beginning to think this was more powerful than even a Scorched Dragon. The concentration around its head was too thick - Gidium couldn’t make out its face or any other identifying features, no more so than the capture from yesterday. But at least she could give a location. But first, maybe… You. Listen. “Wha-? ” Rory’s eyes opened, his mind torn from last night’s memory like toilet paper. That was interesting… There was another voice inside his head. Not his own. To make things creepier, the sounds of the forest had again disappeared. Remain calm... “Who said that? ” Breathe in… No response. Well he’s clearly intelligent, at least. It responded, and is searching… Breathe out. “Get out of my head, please. ” Breathe in. Do you not know how to speak? Breathe out. This was louder, like the first time. Did he have to think to it? Breathe in. Uh, I do? Hello? A short pause. Breathe out. Hm. The quiet voice and the loud voice seemed to belong to the same person. Was he not supposed to hear one of them? Who are you and what are you doing here? What were you doing yesterday? What? I mean… my name’s Rory Ashenfield, I’m here because I can’t dream normally, and uh… my job? His response was filled with confusion. Breathe in. Ashenfield? Hm… I think that’s important, will have to remember it later… He was growing every bit more confused by the moment. Your job is to do that? 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Behind him, all of his Dragon Knights did the same, activating their flight-glyphs and soaring after their Battle Captain as the most faithful soldiers would. He broadcast to all of them now. 15 kilometers, roughly this direction. In a valley, under a lone tree. Fan out. Call out. Converge. Perimeter. Jeremy sprinted into the room, expected to see something weird actually happening. Instead, it was pretty normal, all things considered. Ashley was simply standing there, the sleeping man looking to be in distress, judging by his facial expression. Jeremy stepped closer, Clark coming in behind him. “What happened? ” He… uh… Ashley was visibly startled, and took a moment to gather herself. He spoke, I think. Are you in my house!? Clark’s thoughts echoed out of his mouth. “Holy… it has to be one, Jeremy. ” “Then we have to wake him up quick. Either he’s in danger, or the place he’s in is. Neither is acceptable right now. ” Ashley gathered herself and spoke aloud. “How do we do that with… uhm… a world-hopper? ” “Watch us, ” ordered Clark, confidently stepping towards the bed. “And learn. ” Jeremy followed him. Both of them directed a hand to the man on the bed - Jeremy an open palm, Clark a pointed finger - and closed their eyes... edits: am I in formatting hell? Next.

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Cool! ” “What is it, Dougie? ” Dougie – his full name was Douglas O’Brien, but everybody called him “Dougie, ” because, as one of the guys who hung with Dougie’s older brother, Mark, said, “He looks like a ‘Dougie’ “ – looked at his friend, Kenny Lister. “ That, ” said Dougie, grinning, pointing slightly northeast. “Fireworks! ” Dougie might not have been the sharpest hypodermic needle in the alley, but he was still one hell of a lot swifter than Kenny who, after turning to look at the prodigy that had just erupted in the sky somewhere above Compton, took what seemed to be an eternity to make up his mind as to its real nature. Finally, turning back to Dougie, the skinny, lank-haired Kenny said, “Yeah, I guess that’s what it is, all right. ” “They must’ve nuked us! ” Dougie cried excitedly. He didn’t sound at all frightened, the way most would upon considering such a prospect. He sounded... eager. Glad. Joyous, even. Like some explorer lost in the dark heart of a vast continent who, having for decades looked unsuccessfully for some sign, some trace of his own people, suddenly stumbled across a whole city full of them. Big, his body filled with flat, hard muscles, in contrast to the lack of their intellectual equivalent between his ears, Dougie had always had an air of “All dressed up and no place to go. ” Now, in just instants, he had been transformed from Man Without a Country into Man With a Definite Destination and a Way to Get There, his pale blue eyes lit with the same fires that in other men might have signified the reception of some fantastic religious epiphany. “Nukes? You think somebody hit us with a nuke, Dougie? ” asked Kenny, visibly quailing at the prospect. Though Kenny was even farther from geniushood than Dougie, whose acquaintance with anything remotely resembling intellectual brilliance was usually about that of a frog with the General Theory of Relativity, he had a surprisingly strong appreciation of nuclear war and what it could do to people, thanks to some of his Uncle Mike’s collection of holocubes purchased from, the website catering to the fulfillment of all your sick & twisted desires... such as what people look like after they’ve been cremated alive in a car-wreck, say, or run over by an 18-wheeler barreling down the freeway at 80 kph. Some of the ‘cubes in Mike’s collection had been put together from ancient films the US government had taken back in the 1940s, 1950s, and 1960s of tests of nuclear and thermonuclear devices in Nevada and the South Pacific, showing exactly what those mothers could do to just about anything within 20-plus kilometers. Others had been shot in the ruined cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan, by Allied Forces as well as Japanese scientists shortly after the end of World War II and the beginning of the post-WW2 American occupation of Japan. Those last had included shots of both living human beings in those two cities who had been horribly burned or otherwise injured by the Bomb, and corpses found everywhere in the two cities. Right there, those films were enough to put anyone off his feed for weeks. And then there were the copies Mike had made illegally of such films as the American-made The Day After and the British production Threads, two films originally released in theaters in the 1980s, then on ’cube a couple of decades later, dramatized versions of the likely impact on ordinary people of all-out nuclear war. As the introductions to both films said, they were probably vast understatements of just how bad such a war and its aftermath would actually be – if such a thing ever came to pass, people, assuming any survived it, would only wish things could be as good as things were in those films in the aftermath of nuclear war. Every time Kenny watched one of the things, he’d vomited and cried and vomited again and cried some more and, come the night, cried himself to sleep. Finally Mike, whose own IQ, though not precisely in the stratosphere or, truth be told, anywhere near it, was seemingly as far beyond both Kenny’s and Dougie’s as the aforementioned frog was from Primordial Ooze, had lost patience entirely with Kenny and had snapped, “Why the hell do you watch those stupid ’cubes, then, if all they do is make you shake and hurl and have nightmares for a week afterward? Clara’s gettin’ suspicious – maybe I should just lock the things up and not let you watch ‘em anymore! Otherwise, if she finds out – and I’m thinkin’ of tellin’ her myself, just to get you off my back about the ‘cubes for good and all – she’ll ground you for a month, and she’ll never let you set foot in my place again! ” Clara was Kenny’s mother and Mike’s sister, and this was a potent threat – when upset, Clara had been known to throw things at the objects of her ire, ranging from various food-items to kitchenware, to sharp kitchenware, to glass bottles, to busted glass bottles, to various other household items, to extremely heavy other household items, up to and including bathroom and kitchen fixtures and various pieces of living-room furniture. Kenny himself had been the target of some of her rages, as had Mike, and both had the scars and healed-up fractures to prove it. Even so, what Kenny then said in his own defense gave Mike pause: “Everybody’s always sayin’ how stupid I am, Mike. But none of ‘em knows squat about nuclear war and how bad nukes are, and I do. I know a lot more’n just about anybody about them! And if I know about nukes and nuclear war, then maybe I can teach at least some people more about it. It’s somethin’ they should know about! The Russkies got nukes, the Chicoms got nukes, we got nukes, and you just know someday something’s gonna happen that starts a nuclear war, and when that happens, it’ll all go at once, and it’ll probably be the end of the world! But... but if at least some people know somethin’ about it, know what to do, how to protect themselves, maybe... maybe at least a few people will survive, and maybe things’ll get better after that. I know that sort of thing won’t help me or anyone else who ends up at Ground Zero, that’s what they call the actual spot where a nuke goes off, but away from there, if you can protect yourself from the fallout, and know what else to do, maybe you could survive. And maybe I could help people with that. ” “You know, ” Mike said, ruffling Kenny’s hair affectionately – a familiarity Kenny hated, except in cases like this one, when somebody he loved and admired was showing him approval that way – “Maybe you aren’t as dumb as people think. You better watch out – otherwise, one of these days men will come around from one of those government schools and snap you up and we’ll never see you again, ” Mike said, smiling to take the barb out of it. And in fact, over the years Mike had noticed things in Kenny that just about everybody else, Clara and her ex-husband Ferris, Kenny’s long-absent dad, had missed. Kenny wasn’t really all that stupid. He was timid, though, and a lot of his timidity was expressed in the way he tended to hide his virtues, such as his surprisingly vast funds of knowledge on various arcane subjects such as nuclear war and the strange physics that went with it, which some of those ‘cubes talked about in the course of describing just how nuclear bombs did their dirty work. Kenny couldn’t read worth shit – but then, who his age could, these days, what with the mess the schools were in? – but he could listen, he could listen up a storm, and he’d sit quietly for hours before the holoprojectors, watching those ‘cubes, taking in everything they had to say, then slowly but steadily chewing it all over for days afterward, like a cow would a week-old cud. Was Kenny an idiot savant, like those prodigies they discussed sometimes on the Discovery Channel, the ones who could multiply 8-digit figures in their heads in less than a second, or who knew to the minute when each New Moon fell over the last 2, 500 years, that sort of thing, but had the social graces of a backward chimpanzee and the common sense of a mad dog? No, Mike had thought, no, that wasn’t Kenny, he was socially aware enough, just not... very swift. His tested IQ lay somewhere in the range of 85-90, they thought, but such as it was, the best of it was rarely on display, mostly because of Kenny’s timidity and his worry people would laugh at him if he did anything more than huddle in the corner and try to make like so much air. And the gifts possessed by those idiot savants, Mike remembered one commentator saying, were “islands of genius in a sea of chaos, ” talents unconnected to social skills, common sense, or anything else of much use on a day-to-day basis. They fell into a class of dysfunctional people known as “borderline personalities, ” people who were not completely dysfunctional, but mostly so, their weird talents all the weirder for their possession by people who in many cases had real trouble tying their own shoes, and who were almost always social disaster areas. That wasn’t Kenny. Kenny knew what was going on when it came to people, or at least enough to avoid most of the trouble that came with dealing with them. But he was also no Einstein, either, Mike thought sadly. The likelihood that those government schools would ever mistake Kenny for the sort of intellectual cannon-fodder that were their stock in trade was zip to none. Unfortunately, in some cases Kenny’s talent for scoping out potential trouble spots when it came to other people fell down in certain areas. Those areas had to do with the people he took up with – like Dougie O’Brien. Dougie, who was an alpha-male type only because he was careful to hang around with people whom he could dominate and influence to an unconscionable degree, was, on the other hand, trouble on two legs, Trouble spelled with a capital “T, ” a walking disaster area practicing hard to become a full-blown catastrophe of truly global scope. At 22, two years older than his pal Kenny, he had already racked up an amazingly long rap sheet, his many and various crimes ranging from the relatively mundane sort – breaking-and-entering, grand theft auto, assault, assault with intent, battery, rape, and related felonies – to the distinctly weirder sort. These latter included such delights as graveyard robbing and desecration of a corpse – that one he’d been busted for at the age of 14; they’d caught him in the mortuary, literally with his pants down, having carnal knowledge of the corpse of a six-year-old boy who’d died of leukemia – and serial arson, the earliest instance of which he’d committed at the age of five, when he’d poured gasoline over a neighbor’s little Pomeranian dog and set it on fire. When the juvenile-court judge had asked him why he’d done it, he said, “I was bored, an’ there was nothin’ to do, and I hated that dog, it was always yappin’ at me! ” Because he was so young, they’d put him on two years’ probation and sent him home with his parents, who’d then beaten the tar out of him about a hundred times because he’d shamed them so bad. In revenge, two days later, he’d set the clothes in his father’s closet on fire, and nearly burned down the house, which is why they’d locked him up in an institution in El Monte for a year, where he had to see a shrink every day and had 24/7 supervision. After that, he’d gotten crafty about his fire-setting, and only got caught at it a few times since then, because he’d catch the bus and go at least 15 kilometers from home to set a fire, and then only when he was sure he could set the fire and get away without being caught. A few times, as it turned out, he’d miscalculated, and did get caught, and back to the institution he’d go for another stint of 24/7 observation and having to talk to the shrinks every day, but hey, every good thing comes with its risks, it was all part of the game! If it hadn’t been for Father Mark Donahue, though, he’d have done a lot more time by now than he actually had. The Father always accompanied Dougie’s mother to each hearing concerning her son – after the incident of the fire in the bedroom closet, Dougie’s dad had made tracks for the tall timbers and had never come back – and swore on Jesus, Mary, and every Saint in the Church Calendar that Dougie would never do it (whatever the current “it” was, there was quite a list of them) again, and the judge would sigh, and would usually turn Dougie back to his mother’s custody, because the jails were full, the institutions were full, and they simply didn’t have enough room for all the hard-core perps, let alone small-time nuisances like Dougie (and never mind that some of his escapades were a lot worse than nuisances, like the time he’d tried to burn down Father Mark’s own church and got caught at it, and that other time, when he’d raped a 14-year-old girl, she was only one year older than he was, and, well, let’s just say there were quite a few things way beyond Nuisance Country and all the way into Catastrophe World which Dougie had done, but hey! What’re a few felonies among friends, anyway? ) Dougie’s outstanding lifetime achievement was that, unlike Kenny, who could barely make out the alphabet, he could read. And not just dumb stuff, like those Dick & Jane readers for little kids, or Walt Disney comic books, or other junk. No, he could actually read real long books, the sort adults read, the sort that even very smart people could read, and did regularly, because of their work, say. Like books on chemistry. And books on firefighting. And books on forest ecology and urban renewal and stuff like that. Because Dougie had an interest, nay, an obsession, with one subject: how to start fires. And not just any fires, either. Big ones. Hot fires. Fires that would reach temperatures of over 1, 500° C within way less than a minute, then spread like bastards, mushrooming up and out until they took down whole city blocks, or vast tracts of brushland and forest. Fires like the one that had burned halfway through the Malibu Beach development area about five years back – he was real proud of that one! They never caught him at that one, either – they’d suspected, oh, yeah, they suspected he’d been involved in that, but there was this little thing called an alibi, and he had one that was air-tight: he had been at home, helping his mother clean up their ratty little apartment, the one Housing Authority paid most of the rent on, starting three hours before that fire broke out and lasting for some eight hours worth of good, hard work. His mom had been real surprised when he volunteered to help her with the Spring cleaning that day – okay, it was halfway through the Fall, in the middle of one of those godawful blistering hot, bone-dry Indian Summers that afflicted the Basin every so many years, nobody wanted to expend any more energy than absolutely necessary during times like that, but he’d come to his mom and told her, “Hey, it’s your birthday coming up, Mom, tell you what, let’s get this place in order like you said you wanted to do, and I’ll do most of it. Would you like that? ” She was delighted, and took him up on it then and there. And so for eight hours they’d worked and worked – as he’d promised, he contributed the brunt of the labor, as well as all the difficult parts – and by nightfall their place was as close to spotless as it had ever been, or ever would be. She was so proud of him, and so was Father Mark. And then the fire-fuzz came around to ask him some questions, and not only his mom, but several of the neighbors testified quite truthfully that on that at day he’d been home well before the Malibu Burn (that’s what the papers and the Web-zines online called it) had started, and stayed home until well after dusk that same day, helping his mother clean out and clean up the apartment, taking bale after neatly – and tightly- – packaged bale of old newspapers and throwaway flyers and junk mail out to the curb, cleaning the windows of their apartment, beating the dust out of their ancient rag-rugs and throws, doing laundry, and everything else needed to get their place into better shape than it had been since they’d first moved into it, seventeen years before, after Dougie’s dad walked out on them and Mom had to get herself a job and couldn’t keep up the payments on the house they’d lived in before then. Mind you, the neighbors had all been real surprised, seeing Dougie help his mom with that – their normal mode of interaction was one screaming fight after another, when it wasn’t Dougie bringing his hooligan friends home and telling them to make free of the premises while his mom impotently railed on and on at all of them. But Father Mark had said Dougie had promised to “try, ” and hey, miracles really do happen, because finally he really was trying, that is, trying to be of some use rather than a total asshole, the way he usually was, and they were all for it. The fire-fuzz hemmed and hawed and, finally, shrugged and made it clear they’d be keeping an eye on Dougie. But he didn’t care. They’d never get him on this one. That timer he’d set up there on that one property on Mulholland Drive had worked perfectly, giving him a full twenty-four hours to go home, get a good night’s sleep, get up, offer to help his mom clean the place up, then set to work and get well into it before that little package of thermite and C4 went up like Krakatoa and set Malibu to burning, burning, burning until they were afraid that it would spread all the way down the coast to Santa Monica and all the way up to Oxnard and beyond. And Dougie had been nowhere in evidence when it started, had, in fact, been a good many klicks away, at home, helping his mom clean the place up. And the fact that the explosion that started the fire had taken out the entire device and anything connected with it, such as his fingerprints, which might have helped ID him as the perpetrator, had been a plus, too. It had helped, of course, that the property where he’d set up his nice little surprise package was derelict, a half-hectare of woodsy land with an old two-story house gone to the bad and a barn gone to the worse after the man who’d owned the place had died in bed and his relatives had taken the place over, but couldn’t get anyone to buy it. That had been two years before, and they were planning to demolish the house – they never had been able to get the stink out of it – and the barn with it, then build condos on it and sell the condos to some big corporation based in San Diego. But they still hadn’t started demolitions work when Dougie decided that would be the site of his next Project, and as no one came around there at night – kids believed the place was haunted, while adults, more mundanely wise, feared that they’d either be shot as potential looters or mugged by some lay-in-wait type if they went out there – it was the perfect place for what he had in mind. Which was, setting the Biggest Fire of All Time, something to cap his proud career of serial arson, which he could hug to himself at night when he was alone, whacking off in bed, thinking of the gorgeous flames that would arise from it, something no one would be able to tie him to because he was so crafty about the way he set it up, all of which he’d gotten from his strangely voluminous, omnivorous reading. For a man with a tested IQ of about 98, Dougie was one hell of a lot smarter in many areas than anyone ever gave him credit for, and it all came from his reading. He was so proud of that. Over a lifetime much of which was spent either behind bars, or behind the walls of one or another institution, or grounded, at home, on probation whose terms were almost as bad as being in jail, he’d had a lot of time on his hands and nothing to do – except for reading. And while he was no scholar – the novels of Dickens, Thackery, Hawthorne, and Melville held about as much interest for him as lettuce would for a famished wolf, while the works of Chaucer, W. B. Yeats, Goethe, Marlowe, and Shakespeare were as far beyond his ken as rocket-science was that of the average barnyard chicken – within his narrow specialty, the science of the chemistry, physics, ecology, and related aspects of Fire in all its glorious forms and incarnations, he was something of a genius. If he’d ever gone into the military – they wouldn’t have touched him with a ten-kilometer pole, of course, not with his record, but if he’d ever managed to join up, they’d have had him in Demolitions so fast that a photon (and he knew what that was, from his reading) would have had trouble catching up with him (and he knew about the speed of light, too, also from his reading). He even knew something about nuclear physics and nuclear devices – Kenny’d gotten him interested in that, as a matter of fact, though he was still way behind Kenny in that subject, ‘cause he’d only started up with it in the last year or so, while Kenny’d gotten into it at least twelve years before, thanks to his uncle Mike’s ‘cube collection. But give him time, and someday, someday... Of course, he knew about those government schools, too. Everybody did. So he’d been careful never to show just how much he knew about chemistry, physics, even a lot about ecology and biology (the things he read about forests and woodlands and even urban areas that helped him decide how and where to set his fires for maximum effect) around just about anyone else, especially teachers, school snitches, his probation officers, or anyone else who might decide maybe he wasn’t as stupid as they thought he was and have him hauled off to one of those government places where they kept the eggheads for the rest of his life. (It had also occurred to him that the more people knew about how much he knew about things related to Fire, the more likely he was to get his ass locked up in some other sort of place for the rest of his life, like Atascadero State Hospital for the criminally insane. ) No, best not share that with anyone else, not even, say, Father Mark. Though of course the Father wasn’t supposed to reveal what he heard at confession to the cops, you just never knew – with one exception: Kenny. Kenny Lister was, if anything, Dougie’s Right Hand Man, i. e., patsy and general gopher. Kenny was easily dominated, and he was, frankly, terrified of Dougie – like everyone else, he’d heard all about some of Dougie’s nastier exploits, and unlike just about everyone else, he was positively fascinated by Dougie, as if Dougie were one of those nukes that Kenny’d learned so much about from his obsessive ‘cube-watching, and wondered when and how it, i. e., Dougie, would go off, and he was also scared shitless of Dougie, and thus easily terrorized into going along with Dougie and helping him with... things, even though he really didn’t want to. Dougie didn’t even have to threaten Kenny or his family, not in so many words. Dougie’s reputation was more than enough to do the job, all by itself. And now, here they were, Dougie and Kenny, standing there together in the street, staring northeast at that apparition of Fire that had just bloomed there in the skies above the developments south of Los Angeles, Dougie practically creaming his jeans over it, Kenny just about shitting his in terror. “Nuke? ” Dougie said. “Naw, that’s no nuke – come on, Kenny, you’ve seen maybe a bazillion films on nuclear tests, you know if it was real nuke, it’s so close it’d have burned our eyes out by now or somethin’. You know what it is? ” “Uh, what? ” said Kenny, shying back a little, like he didn’t really want to know. “The war, stupid! Didn’t you hear about the war yet? ” “What war? ” Sighing heavily – Kenny could be so dense – Dougie proceeded to explain: “Okay, late last night, there was this asteroid that hit us just off the coast of Maine. That’s what the radio was sayin’ when I got up this morning. Mom had it on, and she was sittin’ there at the table, knockin’ back one beer after another, her face all pale, and I asked her what was the matter, and she said, ‘It’s war, honey, the Last War just started! It’s Armageddon, and Jesus is comin’ to judge us all! ’ The radio also said that about 4:30 a. this morning, there was a nuke, it hit Seattle, which basically sort of ain’t there no more. Touched off a volcano there or something. You must’ve felt that earthquake this morning? ” “Oh – oh, that. ” “Yeah, oh, that. ” In fact, Kenny had come roaring out onto the street in front of his and his mom’s place, which wasn’t far down the street from where Dougie and his mom lived, looking wild-eyed and babbling about the earthquake, which had tossed him out of bed and made him scramble into his clothes and run for safety outside his apartment building. For some reason, that rickety old fire-trap – heh – of an apartment building that Kenny lived in with his mom hadn’t fallen down on top of them. It was still standing, though a lot of people living there had, like Kenny, come bellowing out into the street, looking around to see how bad it was. It had been a what, 7-pointer or more? Hefty, anyway. The quake had shaken up Dougie’s building, too, but again, it hadn’t collapsed or anything, though doors were sprung everywhere in it, windows had cracked, and who knew what would happen next? The quake had happened about half an hour after Dougie had gotten up and gone into the kitchen to see what there was for breakfast and had found his mother sitting there, face white as a sheet, listening to the radio and crying and knocking back those beers. It hadn’t awakened him and his mom – she’d gotten up maybe around the same time that nuke hit Seattle, 4, 4:30 a. m., something like that. Why? She’d had one of her “premonitions, ” she said. Over the years, Dougie’d learned to trust those – he hadn’t told his mom that, because otherwise he’d lose some of his power over her, but she was genuinely psychic, clairvoyant, something like that, with dreams that came true, or almost did because once you heard about them you did something else and just missed getting creamed, and hunches that were even stronger and more trustworthy. And one of those premonitions, coming to her in a dream, got her up. And then he got up – maybe it was a premonition of his own, though generally speaking, he didn’t remember his dreams, and he couldn’t remember whatever dreams he might’ve had this morning. And he’d listened to the radio with his mom, and he’d learned there’d been more than one nuke – Washington had eaten it, so had New York City, and there were reports coming in from all over the world about this, that, and the other place that had been pasted with nukes, or hit with big non-nuclear bombs like fuel-air injection types of devices, or with biological warfare matériel, you name it. So he’d come out onto the street himself, to see what he could see – maybe there’d be a bomb here, and if so, he’d love to see it close up and personal, go out with a bang, not a whimper, the best way. And here was Kenny, and... there you were. And now that explosion kilometers away, probably in Compton. Crescents and stars and sunbursts of polychrome radiance blazing forth in the heavens! Made a man feel good to be alive! “Hey, Kenny? ” “Wh-what? ” “Look, let’s try something. I’ve got this sweet little deal over in that maintenance shack behind the recycling place down the street. You know the place? ” “Uh-uh... ” Kenny looked like a bunny confronted by a rattlesnake: eyes starey-wide, body shaking, he knew what was coming and couldn’t, for the life of him, do the sensible thing and run, not from Dougie. It was always better to face Dougie than turn your back on him, and Kenny knew it. Unfortunately for Kenny, so did Dougie. “Here, come on, ” Dougie said kindly, putting a companionable arm around the shorter man’s slender shoulders, feeling the trembling running all through Kenny’s skinny frame. God, what a wimp! “Let’s go over there, I’ll show you... ” The shed was only about fifty yards away. Reaching it within a minute or two, they paused in front of it. No one was around – they could hear people shouting, crying, screaming for kilometers around, but once behind the recycling center, which was closed for the day – it was only open on weekdays, and on Saturdays it was locked down tight, to prevent thefts – they were completely alone. There was the little maintenance shack, door likewise tightly locked – but Dougie, grinning broadly, reached into his pants’-pocket and pulled out a key-ring stuffed with keys, at least 20 of them, all shapes and sizes. His keys to the apartment building and his and his mother’s apartment in it, plus almost two dozen others, all of them made at various locksmithies around town from wax impressions of keys and keyholes to locks on doors all of which guarded things in which he had a strong interest. Like the things that were kept in that maintenance shed. He never told the locksmiths who made keys for him from those wax impressions what those keys were for, and they never asked – he paid his good American dollars to have the keys made, they took the good American dollars for work well done, and that was that. In the case of this shed, the lock that fit one of the keys on his key-ring protected something that was to Dougie close to the Holy Grail itself: about one hundred kilograms of dynamite of various ages and constitutions, some actual C4, maybe six or seven kis of it, and – in a basement below the shed accessed by a trap-door in its floor – such goodies as thermite, two jerrycans partially filled with gasoline, a two-liter plastic container filled with turpentine, several cans of paint, two boxes of highly illegal Tijuana Special Black Cat fireworks, three boxes of double-ought buck shotgun shells, and at least twenty boxes of. 40 ammo, probably for semiautos of one sort or another. Somebody was using this place as his own private ammo dump and contraband storage area, probably someone who worked as a maintenance man for the city and sort of mixed business with pleasure, you might say. And only Dougie knew about it – not even whoever had stored some of this stuff here knew about Dougie, or else he’d have moved it all out by now. So it was just Dougie’s little secret. And now Kenny’s. Half a minute more and they were inside the shed, looking over its contents, Dougie proudly describing the various items it held as well as those that lay out of sight below, in that basement beneath the trap-door in the shed’s floor, Kenny standing beside him, shaking in his shoes, becoming more and more upset by the second as Dougie went on and on about his favorite subject, Fire and How to Create It. And then Dougie said, “Now, here’s what we’re gonna do, Kenny. You stand over there, and hold this –” This was a long piece of rag stinking of gasoline that Dougie scooped up from the floor of the shed. Terrified of Dougie’s likely reaction should he refuse, Kenny did not object when Dougie slapped the rag onto his hand. And then, before Kenny could gather his wits together and react, before he even really knew what Dougie intended, Dougie had a cigarette lighter out, flicked it alight, and touched the flame to that rag... And then Dougie, laughing maniacally, sprang back out of the shed, slamming the door behind him, locking it, locking Kenny inside with all those demolitions, incendiary devices, box after box full of ammunition, and accelerants and other flammable chemicals. “Dead men tell no tales! ” came Dougie’s gleeful voice, fading away with increasing distance. And then it was just Kenny, locked into that shed, holding a long twist of rag now beginning to blaze brightly as the fire climbed along its gasoline-soaked length, staring at it as the flames came closer, closer, closer – Screaming so loudly it lacerated his throat, Kenny hurled the blazing rag away from himself, toward one of the few bare spots on the floor – only realizing, a little too late, that all that dust lining everything in the shed was one big powder-train waiting for a hot-point to turn it into an inferno, just incidentally settling off horrendous explosions in the shed, not to mention secondarily setting off, a bare handful of seconds later, the ammunition, fireworks, and thermite below... Though it wasn’t nearly as spectacular as that first, volcanic pyrotechnical eruption in Compton, which would go down in history as “Los Angeles Burst One, ” you could still see the Carson Explosion for kilometers in all directions, the second of the chain of such events that ultimately culminated in the Great Los Angeles Firestorm. Like the Compton Blast, it was captured by several passing military satellites, a few of which, before they were shot out of the sky or had their works fried beyond redemption by nearby nuclear explosions or the tremendous amounts of radioactive crud lofted into the sky thereby, managed to download the films to the US Navy base at San Diego, hardened underground lunar installations, and several other sites that escaped the general devastation of what came to be known in the vernacular and then the history books as the Two-Day War. As he ran from the shed and into the maze of tumbledown buildings, derelict outbuildings, dirt alleys, and vacant lots surrounding the blazing shed that had become Kenny’s pyre, Dougie, the author of the blast that Fleet archivists would eventually label “the Carson Explosion, ” “the Carson Flare, ” and “Los Angeles Burst Two, ” gleefully noted crescents and stars and sunbursts of polychrome radiance rising high into the sky above him. Soon he was blocks away from the furies set loose by the detonation of the various explosives in the maintenance shed as they ate their way down and sideways into the surrounding sewer and gas lines and touched off the methane collected in the former and the natural gas conveyed by the latter, with no potential witnesses having seen him in the vicinity of the shed. A bare handful of minutes later, he had found a battered old hulk of a ‘13 Pontiac sedan standing in front of one of the rattletrap buildings – probably the possession of some stupid greaser not that long off the coyote wagon whose assets weren’t sufficient to allow him to purchase anything better – and, opening the door and leaping into it, had hot-wired it and exited the area at a sedate 45 kilometers per hour, not so fast as to attract the attention of police and the Highway Patrol, but more than fast enough to get him out of the spreading danger zone well ahead of the inferno building behind him, heading south, toward Route 11. Twenty minutes later he was on the coastal highway and US 1, heading north. An hour later, even as millions of Angelinos woke to the news of the asteroid strike on America’s East Coast and the outbreak of nuclear war, Dougie, laughing like a loon but still holding to the speed limit – 90 kph out on US 1 – had passed Oxnard and was nearing Ventura. Reaching Ventura, he turned off on Route 33, heading through the Los Padres National Forest toward Ventucopa, where he ditched the old beater for a much better car, a ‘21 Chrysler Panther with a full, 120-liter tank of gas. The Panther purred like its namesake in every gear, cornered like a dream, took just 5 seconds to accelerate from 0 to 95, and had brakes tighter than 8-year-old pussy. The owner of the Panther wouldn’t require it any more, not after the gigantic hole in his skull Dougie’d given him with the tire-iron he’d found in the owner’s garage while he was looking over the Panther – the owner, whose name, according to the driver’s license Dougie found in his wallet along with two credit-cards and some $150 dollars in cash, was Seth Morris, had come into the garage, surprising Dougie as Dougie was preparing to hotwire the Panther and take off with it. That was all right – along with the driver’s license and the cash, Mr. Morris had had the keys to the Panther and those to his house in one of his pants pockets. Using the keys, Dougie’d gone back into the house and ransacked it for the best of the food and numerous other useful items he’d found there, putting what he’d found into the garage so he could load it into the Panther. Then Dougie’d gone back into the house to see what else he could find worth taking away with him, and had discovered Seth’s wife coming down the stairs, armed with a shotgun. Apparently the woman wasn’t familiar with firearms – trying to use the gun, she’d forgotten to take the safety off, or hadn’t known to do so, and it was the work of a few seconds to take the gun away from her. Then Dougie had forced her to the floor and raped her – a slight, fragile woman, she was helpless in the face of the assault. After raping her – he’d never even gotten her name – Dougie snapped her neck like a dry stick, then went upstairs, took a shower, and looked through the bedroom closets and drawers to see if any of Seth’s clothing fit him. Seth was just Dougie’s size, it turned out, and Dougie appropriated five pairs of trousers, six shirts, one of them silk, seven or eight pairs of underwear and an equal number of socks, and three pairs of Seth’s shoes, dressing himself in a pair of jeans, a red cotton shirt, and a pair of dark brown shoes, and stowing the rest of the clothing in the trunk of the Panther. Dougie had no fears of anyone raising the alarm over the break-in and rape – on his way in, he’d seen at least half Ventucopa peeling out of the town at top speed, heading for either I-5 or US 101, probably expecting bombs to come whizzing down at any moment. He’d listened to the radio in the first car, the one he had abandoned here, as he drove up Highway 1 and then Route 33, and it was clear that even this early, only 8:30 a. or so, like the rest of the nation, Southern California was a seething cauldron of panicked citizens and emergency workers who were swamped with demands on their time and skills. The unheralded, swift deaths of two citizens in a jerkwater little town like this one would be less than a dry straw in a firestorm. Nobody would be following up on the burglary, rape, and murders of these two citizens – as panicked everyone out on the streets were by now, nobody would notice him driving away from here. No, the Panther and the loot he’d just loaded into it were his, all his, and he would disappear into Central or Northern California like a handful of dust thrown onto desert sands. As he got back on Route 33, heading north, Dougie reflected that on top of the fireworks show he’d given all his homies, that lovely piece he’d ripped off the late Mrs. Morris, and all the goodies he’d taken away from the Morris domicile in the back seat and the trunk of the Panther, the real cherry on top of the sundae was that he’d never have to put up with his mom’s nagging and hysterics again. He hoped she liked the (heh) warm farewell party he’d thrown for himself just before leaving the ‘hood...

I dont like these types of movies with water like that. like shark movies or being stuck underwater. gives me a weird feeling. Preston school of industry watch online season. N'importe quoi. Fall 2019 Edition’s Thread Banjo’s Perspective Drop It Kaname Sudou is your average high-school student, toiling away in life with his best buds. One day, however, he receives a mysterious invitation to use an app on his smart phone, and, upon accepting, finds himself thrust into an augmented reality where superpowers exist, riches implode, and death glooms overhead. Coined Darwin’s Game, this survival-of-the-fittest situation demands everything – but supplies almost nothing in return. The first episode is a double-feature, but it only serves to stab home the point that this anime has a difficult time outrunning its tired premises and eye-rolling events. Motivations are bland. Outcomes have little consequential value. Themes take a backseat to uninteresting dialogue. Alongside the lackluster duels and the inevitable overseers, the storytelling has thus far been a keen recipe for trite dealings. A lack of meta details and necessary explanations seek to create an air of mystery to the whole debacle, yet this direction exacerbates the show’s problems. I. e., this no knowledge is no good, for the implausibility and the irrationality of the decisions and the confrontations equates to suspended disbelief that drags down the evolution of its natural selection. Drop It “I wasn’t too hopeful going into the show, death game shows are generally hard to pull off due to the large cast and limited run time. Darwin’s Game attempts to tackle this issue by focusing on only a few characters. Normally you’d think that’s a good thing, but if anything it’s to the shows detriment in this case, as there’s not a single interesting character in the show. Thus far out of all the named characters, only two of them has been developed to the point where I can even call them one-dimensional. And I’d be damned if they’re not some impressively one-dimensional characters. We're stuck with an extremely bland insert protagonist, wiith the few traits he has actually affecting his character negatively and a heroine who looks good, but out of place in this show. Speaking of visuals, the fight choreography is really boring and the animation and art style is nothing special at all so we end up with mediocrity in that regard. If I am to be honest, the show has so many faults, I can begin to cover them all and it'd only be worth watching as a hate watch or as popcorn material with your mates. There's probably a good 20-30 shows better than Darwin's Game from this season, so just don't watch i unless you're really bored. ” (English Title: Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken! ) Banjo’s Perspective Must Watch It Anime is life. At least, that seems to be the case for Midori Asakusa of Eizouken ni wa Te wo Dasu na!. She dreams of making anime, drawing out sketches and ideas based on her own favorite elements and the avant-garde city where she lives. With help from her money-hungry best friend Sayaka Kanamori and their newfound comrade Tsubame Mizusaki, these three ladies embark on a journey to truly define art, animation, and ultimately anime. And they certainly go the distance. Above anything else, this anime personifies its namesake, creating elaborate sequences, stylized imaginings, and incredible moments that shape it into a juggernaut of visual awe. The fun musical choices complement the passion therein, yet it’s the self-made sound-effects from the voice actresses themselves that instill a personalized feel into the engaging wonders. To put devil’s advocate in motion, a rather loose plot and possible pigeonholing for the main trio raise the tiniest of flags. Nevertheless, to return the other way, its overall potential is clearly there anyway as the open-ended nature of its storytelling and the grounded realism of the characters prove it has inherent writing chops. With meta inclusions of drawing techniques and the fact that the comedic pieces land upright, and this anime becomes worthy of several high-fives. Another Perspective, courtesy of /u/meiiro: Must Watch It “From first glance, “Keep Your Hands Off Of Eizouken! ” may look like your typical high school girl comedy. However, it’s much more than that; Eizouken is a quirky, imaginative look into the world of animation and people following their passions. It follows three distinctly different girls, each with their own fleshed out personalities and aspirations, on their journey to creating anime together. The most enjoyable thing about Eizouken is that it’s never afraid to blur reality and fiction together. Each brainstorming session transforms into a fantastical journey. Figuring out how a windmill moves turns into a dynamic animation sequence with explosions and all new inventions. Even more than its random ventures into fantasy, the setting of Eizouken is its own breed of interesting. A faculty room in a pool, a clock on a school the students can’t even see- there’s so much to unpack, and it never gets boring. These settings only serve to enhance the true stars, the characters. The dynamic between the main trio is nothing short of amazing; each personality is designed to compliment and contrast the other. More than that, the cast is already fleshed out and realistic; there’s no such thing as being two-dimensional from the very get-go. Overall, Eizouken is an enjoyable watch, down-to-earth in plot and outside the box in presentation. Many have described it to be in the same genre as Shirobako - a sincere love letter to anime. If there’s one show you don’t want to miss this season, it’s Eizouken. Banjo’s Perspective Watch It What do you get when you take the future-crime aspect of Minority Report, the mind-delving craziness of Inception, and the persuasive psychosis of Silence of the Lambs? The answer is ID: Invaded. An original (that is, non-source adaptation) story, this anime has started for itself an intriguing crime thriller in most regards. The show balances its time between the detective work of its central protagonist and the informants who analyze his findings. What transpires, then, is a cool duality whose simultaneous weirdness and realness melds together in a very neat way. Moreover, the anime is keen on exploring the important members of its cast and the wild setting it has created. Intentional parallels across plotlines and the blurring of lines between the “heroes” and the “villains” further pushes the story and the characters to higher levels. The artistic vision for this show isn’t anything too special, so there does exist room for improvement. But this early on, the predictions and discoveries of its identity should hopefully be a satisfying endeavor. Another Perspective, courtesy of /u/Nazenn: Drop It “With obvious world similarities to Psycho-Pass and an intriguing main character, ID:Invaded had all the pieces needed to be the next big sci-fi crime mystery, but it spends far too much of its runtime focusing on its bloated side cast and repetitive exposition. Any moment we’re not following the MC characters investigations in a criminal’s mindscape, we’re usually stuck sitting in a room listening to generic “investigators” talk at each other, using lifeless dialogue that doesn’t showcase any of their individual personalities. One character will say something, another will repeat it back to them as a question, only for the next character to repeat it again in a different way. If they’re not using techno-babble to explaining the details of the machine in excruciating detail irrelevant to the current drama going on, they’re narrating everything that’s happening on screen to the level of allowing the show to be more of an audiobook. While the MC’s investigations and history are very interesting, they also fall victim to this over-exposition the moment we return to the investigators. It strips away a lot of the mystery when are made to listen rather than watch, having the show tell you what does and doesn’t matter. If the show cut this excess and focused purely on the three interesting characters it would be a different story, but with its current structure it makes it hard to recommend unless you want feel like you’re being talked at for 20 minutes each week. ” Banjo’s Perspective Drop It Sometime in the future, true virtual reality has become a norm for most gamers. Reiji Mukudori, interested in such a place, decides to make his own character within such a VRMMO video game: Infinite Dendrogram. Unlike traditional MMOs, however, this adventure has left excitement behind. The key motif of this story comes from the understood notion that this VR world is organic and alive. Sadly, that’s the extent of the anime, for the unfortunate reality is instead that the surrounding parts are devoid of the same fortitude. The main character, his “maid”, and the supporting cast are largely forgettable. The story beats have been totally ineffective. The attempts at incorporating the gaming side of things are meager at best. It goes on. The anime doesn’t seem up to the challenge of asking – let alone answering – the moral and the societal questions that their literal realistic fantasy entails. Not to mention that, on an artistic front, the show shows weak signs already. When all is said and done, the scope and the impact of this project is not just finite but practically zero. Consider It “I can hear the detractors now. Yadda yadda SAO clone yadda yadda loli sidekick yadda yadda kuma yadda yadda drop. What these sweeping generalizations miss is that this show is actually a fun thing to watch. The fight animation has been great, the details of the world are wonderful, and the main characters are nicely done yet without the incessant edgelord mentality that is far too common in the VRMMO subgenre. You know that they are playing a game for the sake of playing a game, without any need for grand stakes or heavy consequences. And oh boy, does that game look like fun. A sandbox environment where the characters can change the game world significantly would be on my top list of things to try out, the concept of fully AI driven NPCs is fascinating, and the little hints about the greater gameworld makes me wish that full-dive technology was a real thing so I could waste my free time playing it. For fans of the VRMMO subgenre, this should be promoted to Watch status. For everyone else, consider this as an alternative to the others languishing in your drop lists. ” (English Title: Interspecies Reviewers) Banjo’s Perspective Consider It From humans to elves, demons to beasts, and any other manner of creature in-between, Ishuzoku Reviewers stars a plethora of species-specific humanoids. But it’s not quite that tame. Oh no. In fact, it’s the complete opposite, for this anime focuses on the one inherent quality that drives biology: sex. Stunk, Zel, and Crim make it their mission to critique these sexual encounters, describing their likes and dislikes which culminate in that all-important climactic score. In doing so, the anime thrusts with vigor in different ways. The comedy angle keeps the content lighthearted throughout. The emphasis on being sex-positive aligns with the ecchi genre. And the scenes may as well be deemed pornography for just how much they are willing to depict (especially so in the uncensored version). Ironically enough, though, the diversity within the anime is also its downfall. Catering to everyone and everything means that, amidst the laughs and the sexiness, the weird and the nasty inevitably materialize. Indeed, needing to endure such moments is arguably not justifiable in the long run. If nothing else, the project has some nice production values, and the sex shows no signs of stopping its upward debauchery. So, for now, its final review must wait. Consider It “Ishuzoku Reviewers is certainly a unique show, the entire premise is simple, two guys want to have sex with as many different creatures in their fantasy world as possible, and after they sex up their local brothels, they write a review about their experience with said species, and give it a rating from 1-10. The art is pretty good, and the character design is honestly pretty great from what I've seen so far. Every species has its own unique traits, and no two species that I've seen really look too similar. On top of this, the show probably has one of my favorite OPs of the season, and the ED isn't bad either. The show, as you'd expect, is very fanservice heavy, there are a few scenes that are honestly, just hentai, so if you're not into that, I'd definitely recommend staying away from this show. However, if you're looking for an ecchi heavy show, or you don't mind ecchi, this show may just be for you since the humor in the show itself can honestly be pretty hilarious! However, one final point I unfortunately feel I need to make since the show is an ecchi after all. If you're the type of person who prefers small or medium breasts, you might be somewhat disappointed as thus far the show has been pretty lacking in that regard. ” (English Title: BOFURI: I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, so I’ll Max Out My Defense. ) Banjo’s Perspective Watch It As the other major VRMMO offering of the season, Bofuri follows Maple, a young lady taking part in her first-ever online gaming experience. Like any normal human, she hates pain, and so she stacks points into her defense stat. Then more defense. Then even more defense. So much defense that her build becomes an anomaly worthy of this story. This anime channels cuteness as Maple stumbles into upgrades, skirmishes, and interactions, causing a lot of hilarity and smiles as a result. Her best friend Sally contrasts her both in personality and skills; their buddy duo makes for a wholesome relationship. And the extra side details – such as the variety of enemies, the forums, the admin patches, and so on – solidly round out the underlying game setting. The story and the characters seem content with where they’re at, so they’ll most likely not go anywhere too deep or too compelling, missing out on that worthwhile status. But when the action segments impress and the docile moments delight regardless of those factors, the project stacks its own defense in the form of above-average execution. Drop It “ Bofuri ticks all the boxes you expect from an isekai/VRMMO show centered on an overpowered protagonist: light comedy, action, cute girls, etc. Unfortunately, ticking boxes is all it does, and it does so to the detriment of any potential it may have offered. The premise can be grasped entirely from the title. Maple, airhead and VRMMO newbie, dumps her points into vitality and stumbles into the most broken build New World Online has ever seen. In theory, this gimmick has merit; an unkillable protagonist with no offense bumbling through combat could be interesting. This gimmick is also immediately undermined when the world starts bending over backwards to make sure Maple never experiences any struggles whatsoever. Virtually all problems are immediately resolved, often through sheer luck. Maple and co. are blessed with plot armor and play by different rules. Perhaps the saddest thing about Bofuri is that nothing about it is egregious (except the game design), but nothing stands out, either. The world is a bog-standard fantasy VRMMO. The comedy is inoffensive, hardly eliciting a chuckle. There have been two strong action sequences, but they're sandwiched between long segments with little of interest happening. It's relaxed, but it's also utterly forgettable and requires no engagement from the viewer. Even worse, it's brainless, and thinking in-depth just makes its flaws stand out more. I can understand why some might enjoy Bofuri, but I see no reason to watch it over the myriad of other shows it's competing with. ” (English Title: Toilet-bound Hanako-kun) Banjo’s Perspective Consider It At her school, Nene Yashiro hears about one of the seven mystical wonders haunting their building. She goes to an out-of-the-way bathroom, knocks on the stall, and meets Hanako-kun, the wish-giving spirit who maintains order between their two separate realms. For better or for worse, they now help each other, giving Toilet-bound Hanako-kun its origin. What this show boasts most is a wonderful sense of artistry. Actual animation trends towards the low side, sure, but the shot-for-shot visuals make up for this lack and then some. Vibrant colors. Great use of lighting. Changing styles. Paneled compositions for flair. Nice designs. The anime is definitely one of the best-looking offerings this season. Otherwise, there’s not much else to boast about. Its sense of comedy and cuteness isn’t the greatest. Its “monster-of-the-week” approach has yet to tie in well with a supposed central throughput. And the characters themselves are uninspired. It also has a (strangely enough) unheard of problem in this medium: incorrect audio tuning. More specifically, the gain on the microphones used by the voice actors and actresses is so high, one can hear the humming feedback during quiet scenes (which are surprisingly common), breaking immersion and demonstrating an obvious misstep in execution. Again, however, the art alone prevents the entire project from being flushed down the toilet. Must Watch It “If you’ve watched much anime set in high schools, you’ve probably encountered the “Seven Wonders” trope: a set of seven urban legends the students will use to creep each other out. Hanako-kun gives that trope a clever twist, being set in a school where those rumors are true and supernatural beings from the oddly specific and morbid minds of teenagers really do haunt the halls of the school, ranging from the inconvenient to the deadly. The show is a creepy comedy, sort of in the vein of Nightmare Before Christmas, and while it never fails to deliver a (mostly) lighthearted tone and plenty of laughs, it also provides a wonderfully atmospheric setting and plenty of odd and uncanny moments. This is particularly noticeable in the design of the main character, Nene, who manages to be intensely moe while also being clearly a bit unsettling, with her ever-present skull brooch, green-tipped hair, and doll-like eyes that are a bit strange even for an anime character. The characters have great chemistry, particularly between Hanako-kun and Nene, the two leads. The art in particular is excellent, with a subdued pallet and more stylized designs giving the show a storybook-like feel. The show as a whole has an almost otherworldly quality to it, especially in the old building, where most of the apparitions seem to originate. In all, I have been thoroughly enjoying the show, and I highly recommend it to anyone who likes comedy with a dash of creepiness. ” (English Title: Asteroid in Love) Banjo’s Perspective Consider It Mira Konohata has a fondness for space and the galactic. Her love of the above sees her joining her school’s astronomy-turned-Earth-sciences club where she meets a bunch of likeminded girls. As a group, they aim to learn about the stars, the rocks, and the bonds they share sandwiched by these halves. Credit where credit is due, the vibe of the anime vies for realism. Rather than injecting absurdist comedy or over-the-top silliness, the events and the mood at large stay normalized. It isn’t so much flat as it is natural, letting the cute bits and the fun reactions have a subtler delivery. Plus, while the setting is arguably a tad lame, the fluid animation does not go unnoticed for the CGDCT show. However, it’s probably more accurate to call it “CG---" because it has effectively dropped the “DCT”. Despite the premises, where the anime is supposed to be about the study of space and the research into geology, the content often distracts itself. Granted, they work towards fleshing out the characters, so they aren’t completely meaningless, but the reasoning for telling this tale and consequently the flight of this asteroid is flimsy at best. Must Watch It “This show is, essentially, a cute girls show, but this time it's an Astronomy/Geology club. There's a diverse cast of characters, cute in their own ways, but not overly saccharine like GochiUsa can be. One of the things that often plagues cute girl shows is the reliance on characters explicitly calling attention to something zany another character has done. Koisuru Asteroid seems to largely avoid this pitfall. It's not what I'd consider laugh out loud funny, but I believe it's trying to balance its more kooky jokes and gags with more endearing character moments sometimes glazed with yuri undertones, and having seen the first 3 episodes, I feel it's done an excellent job of this so far. That's not to say Asteroid doesn't have elements that feel obligatory for shows of this type, episode 2 features a bath-house scene for instance (because of course it does) however even that is used to actually weave dialogue into the show - dialogue directly relevant to both the situation the characters are in and the overall subject matter of the story. Much like Doga Kobo's previous work ( New Game! in particular, which has a very similar artstyle to Asteroid) the colour palette is bright and inviting and the girls in general have pretty solid character designs. I think this show is a must-watch not because it's necessarily ground-breaking, but is a very competently written and produced cute girl show in almost every area, and those of us that like that kind of show will definitely enjoy Asteroid. ” (English Title: In/Spectre) Banjo’s Perspective Consider It Youkai are the otherworldly beings that beget reverence or peril depending on their alignment. For Kotoko Iwanaga and Kurou Sakuragawa, two seemingly normal people intimately connected to youkai, these beings require their wisdom and their strength (respectively). And for Kyokou Suiri as a whole, these swirling dynamics lead to a peculiar story. Two key elements form the core of this show: Kotoko herself and the infused comedy. Kotoko more or less carries the project. Her rapport with Kurou is fun, her characterization is off-kilter, and her forwardness keeps it all moving. As for the comedy, it upholds the tricky business of coexisting with the drama without ruining it. That’s not an easy feat, so it should be praised to some extent. Beyond these two elements, the rest is mixed. Huge amounts of dialogue are not necessarily a negative, and the exchanges here are by no means laborious. However, it’s a decidedly uneventful task as they (most often Kotoko) just sit down and explain ad nauseum without there being much to care about. Furthermore, the youkai backdrop has been uninteresting, too, and the art, while solid, really only has the character designs going for it. Thus, the current inspection stays nominal. Watch It “An anime can have many strengths. Production values, characters, directing, story, but Kyouko Suiri strengths lies in the thing that isn't noticeable right away but is as essential as any other aspect of an anime: the dialogue. The characters in the anime are witty, thus the dialogue is witty, but it isn't witty in loud and overwhelming sense. All the remarks are evenly spread out throughout an episode so that the dialogue continues to feel fresh. But the biggest reason why the dialogue is so superb is how everything flows so well. Characters talk for minutes on end but it never gets stale or annoying because of how well their sentences flow. The pace of how the words are spoken is soothing. The banter between the characters, how much they respond to one another and how much information is actually being said is juuuuuust right. I have found myself watching episodes only to hear the ED and going like ‘wait, the episode is already over? ’ and that is not a bad thing at all. The reason why I gave this anime a ''Watch It'' and not a ''Must Watch It'' is because 1. the story is good now but I can't say much for later and 2. The anime is very dialogue heavy, so even if the dialogue is great if you like more action in an anime I recommend not checking this out. For everyone else, if you like mysteries and witty characters, absolutely check this anime out. ” Banjo’s Perspective Consider It In Nekopara, cats are no longer four-legged pets with fur all over their bodies. Rather, they are basically humans with fluffy ears and expressive tails that simply take on the mannerisms of their feline counterparts. And for Chocolo, Vanilla, and the other cat girls, their daily lives are simplistic enough to have few worries, save for a recent development. Per their catlike nature, the anime brands itself as a slice-of-life project with cuteness as its mainstay. The “cats” will climb along buildings, drool at the sight of fish, and chase after inanimate objects. All the while, their cute behavior emerges as they handle regular human activities, work at the confectionary of their household, and bounce their personalities off each other in distinct pairings. Artistically, the designs for the cat girls are varied and fit the motifs of the anime, but the remainder of its visual acumen is passable at best. Thematically, the anime isn’t very concerned with delivering a message. Narratively, the small subplot tries its paw at world building but lacks the interest to make it meaningful. So, characteristically, the anime elicits smiles no doubt, yet whether this shtick uses up its nine lives before the end has become a dire possibility. Consider It “Ahem… do you know about moe anime? Cute girls and their adorable antics, fluffy atmosphere and expressive animation, all attached to a weekly broadcast of the utmost charm… Do you like shows like that? If so, consider checking out Nekopara! The cutest nekos you’ve ever seen await you there~ Set in a world where sapient catgirls are commonplace, Nekopara’s story loosely follows Minazuki Kashou’s opening of his bakery La Soleil. However, any plot is entirely marginalized in favour of foregrounding the antics of the Minazuki family’s nekos – the moemoe “good stuff” we’re all here for. The ensemble of catgirls includes lovable idiot Chocola, deadpan snarker Vanilla, closet-pervert Cinnamon, among others – archetypes that nobody hasn’t seen before, but still do a respectable job of bouncing off of each other and creating light-hearted comedy. The show’s appeal is greatly enhanced by the good job it does transferring the nekos’ lavishly detailed visual novel designs into animation, with plenty of perky nekomimi and expressive tail wags. For those skeptical of the property’s origins, the TV anime is remarkably ecchi-free and family-friendly, trading off cutting-edge chest-bounciness customization for all-ages wholesomeness. All in all, Nekopara is not a project that’s especially ambitious or exciting, but it successfully capitalizes on the appeal of its source material and does its job as a moe anime very competently. If you are interested in a show that’s fluffier than a catgirl’s ears but doesn’t do much else besides, then joining Kashou and furrends at La Soleil would be a purrfect choice. ” Banjo’s Perspective Drop It The psychology of the mind is simultaneously a beautiful and terrifying field. Doubly so for the men of Pet who dive into this dichotomy to manipulate their hapless victims. Hiroki and Tsukasa are two such individuals that do the diving, and, while the anime would like the audience to believe its capabilities, this mess is not very promising. So much of the show is already either misplaced or wrong. The production values, from the consistency of the art to the voice acting, are subpar. The characters desperately wish to be backed by mature writing but come off as ridiculous. And the horror elements do not have a strong enough punch to influence the viewer. If that weren’t bad enough, the anime gets worse. Unnecessary convolution in the storytelling, uninteresting drama, and low entertainment opportunities in general compound the present mess into a catastrophe. There’s almost nothing worth praising in this project, no matter how many “peaks” or “valleys” this pet visits. Watch It “Pet is a psychological show, about people with powers to get into other's minds and alter memories. While this has been played out in various shows to different degrees, Pet manages to drive home the feeling of how scary this would actually be, and how it can be exploited. What this show excels in, is the structure it establishes to 'memories', and the rules for 'altering' them, which the characters strictly abide by. This results in clear boundaries of what they can and can't do, with consequences for their actions, as opposed to pulling rabbits out of the hat. As a viewer, we aren't provided with all the details at the start; in fact, we are thrown right into the mix with a confusing first episode. However, as the show goes on, we learn more about the world and the main cast, with enough questions in our mind to keep us intrigued, while also not leaving us confused. The cast features strong characters with unique personalities, whose motives and relationships we slowly learn more about. Technically, the show is solid, with notably crisp animations and sound direction, turning the quality up in key scenes. The OP by TK, and the ED (by Memai SIREN, prod. by TK) are exquisite, living up to his reputation. To summarize, I recommend watching this show for the unique world-building and visualization on the premise of 'altering memories', strong cast, and a mystery which slowly unravels the bigger picture. ” (English Title: Science Fell In Love, So I Tried to Prove It) Banjo’s Perspective Must Watch It Ayame Himuro and Shinya Yukimura are scientists dedicated to their craft. But an unforeseen metaphysical variable has entered the equation: love. As scientists, they conclude that the only “true” solution to deciphering their feelings stems from experimentation, with RikeKoi chronicling their scientific venture. Purely a rom-com, this anime has been filled with romance and comedy aplenty. Their different hypotheses lead to heart skips, hilarity, and huge amounts of enjoyment as the two lovebirds realize their connection among the misguided ideas. Better yet, the college setting enwraps the project in a refreshing sense of maturity, and the theme on what exactly is love receives two thumbs-up. And the supporting cast – the regular lady, the love “guru”, the woman who stirs the pot – round out the group and supply their own romantic and comedic edge for increased fun. The artistry isn’t the most spectacular around, but its changes to match for laughs or for emotions are duly noted. And yes, perhaps their formulations are not perfect science per se, but it’s science-y enough (with or without the bear-professor education) to don those touted lab coats. All in all, this lovely project has proven itself from the get-go. Another Perspective, courtesy of /u/Taiboss: Consider It “Remember Steins;Gate? Of course you do, change of question: Remember the early part of Steins;Gate? The part before all that plot bruhaha, where the most exciting thing you got was Okabe and Kurisu banter, in which you decided those two were the best ship ever? Well, here's an anime that is basically that, but in explicit and sadly also in worse. The main premise of Rikei is easily explained: A male and a female scientist like each other very much, but having never watched educational television as a child, never learned to understand their own emotions. As such, once the topic arises, they go full-on Hollywood scientist and seek to prove their mutual love in all kind of scientific and mathematical ways. All this is commented on by another scientist, the audience surrogate/straight man/best girl, who actually is a normal human being and therefore able to show how even in-universe, the main couple‘s behaviour is not normal. Now, on paper, this all sounds very nice, but it quickly runs into trouble: The characters, officially highly-educated scientists, too often behave like total idiots in topics they should understand, asking questions they should know the answer too and taking too long to come up with an obvious solutions. Also, the science often feel much more arm chairy than if it was written by an actual scientist. In short, this is a must-watch for romance lovers, but everyone less into romance, or maybe even interested due to the S;G parallels, should prepare to groan way too often. ” (English Title: Smile Down the Runway) Banjo’s Perspective Consider It The medium of anime covers a wide range of topics, and Runway de Waratte walks onto this spectrum by highlighting a topic that is foreign to much of the population: professional fashion. Chiyuki Fujito is an aspiring model, Ikuta Tsumura is an aspiring designer, and the two together seek to become the stars they know they can be. On the one hand, the anime has created an interesting project. The fashion premise, as denoted above, already acts as a lure for the viewer, but its steps to curate themes on adversity help with its writing basis. Hardships faced, perseverance needed. Common threads that the main characters struggle with in their tough jobs. Speaking of, Chiyuki and Ikuta are a nice duo, two sides of the same coin that have their own parts to play yet whose intertwined stories strike a solid balance. On the other hand, the project showcases some cracks. Parts of the drama can feel overblown when harsh actions and loud reactions interfere with the overall seriousness of the story at hand. Oddly as well, the music direction, selections, and timings are often overbearing, clouding its scenes with more sound to enact emotional effect at the cost of audience distraction. But with a clear runway to follow and primed arcs to unfold, this one may very well be smiling come the season’s end. Must Watch It “In a season that has everything from beloved sequels to a VRMMO CGDCT and to the tales of a wish-granting toilet ghost, a seemingly boring show with runway modeling as the theme was bound to fly under most people's radar. And unjustifiably so - taking Smile on the Runway's more intense moments into account, it should be able to hold its own against battle shounens when it comes to keeping you glued to the screen. The show follows the journey of Tsumura, an aspiring clothes designer, and Chiyuki, an aspiring runway model, both of whom could never go past the "aspiring" stage until they met each other due to life's circumstances - Tsumura has to choose supporting his large family over getting into designer school, while Chiyuki is half a head shorter than the acceptable height for professional models. Overall, Smile on the Runway looks like it's shaping up to be a nicely balanced slice of life drama with a basic but well-executed premise, more than passable technical aspects, and last but definitely not least for this kind of show - great characters. If you think your seasonal roster could use another slice of life show, then I highly recommend giving it a shot. ” (English Title: Somali and the Forest Spirit) Banjo’s Perspective Must Watch It In a fictious land teeming with a multitude of environments and strange creatures, Golem is an ancient, sentient robot who oversees his esoteric forest. One day, he spots not a bunny or a wolf but instead a human child named Somali, seemingly abandoned and without hope. Humans no longer exist in this land, so Golem takes it upon himself to find them, to bring Somali back home, beginning the amazing journey of Somali to Mori no Kamisama Each aspect of this project has been nothing less than great thus far. The touching story of this “father” and “daughter” evokes themes of family, time, and life. Beautiful artistry paints the landscapes with deft skill and gorgeous detail. Golem and Somali are sound characters insofar as Golem learns about emotions and Somali grows up from the world around her. Fantastic music allows the weight of the scenes to shine. And the adorableness, the wholesomeness, and the sincerity throughout grant leagues of enjoyment. In total, the spirit and the execution of this anime is as grand as it can be right now, making this show absolutely one of the best of the best this season. Watch It "Somali to Mori no Kamisama is a quaint Iyashikei show that centers on Somali, a human child who lives in a fantastical society where humans have been mostly wiped out or are sought after as meals, and Golem, her unlikely father figure. If I could pinpoint the two things that make the show interesting, its that Somali is as cute as they come and her relationship with Golem is unique and heart-warming. Three episodes in and the show hasn't failed to capitalise on Somali’s fascination with the eccentricity of every settlement they visit, often leading to misadventures. Somali is cute in most scenes she’s in and dazzles the audience with her boundless curiosity and adoration of her father figure, which makes way for some unique father-daughter scenes that’s just interesting to see, to say the least. While they could have made Somali just a kid who only chases things, throws a fit and does nothing else and be done with it, we instead get a child who loves to support her father and tries to help him, as we watch her father fumble bluntly in his effort to care for Somali. This dynamic is honestly one of the selling points of the show, and if you like seeing the charming (mis)adventures of a curious father daughter duo with a relaxing fantastical setting as a background, Somali to Mori no Kamisama is the show for you. ”.

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