I will hopefully rank season 4 today because I watched seasons 3-6 really fucking fast

1. Jakovasaurs:

Nobody should be surprised the Jakovasaurs are really annoying and I know that's the point but that doesn't make them any less annoying but Cartman trying his hardest to keep them around was kinda funny
2/10

1. Mr. Hankey's Christmas Classics:

It's just music. The music is good, charming, and pretty funny but it's still music
6/10

1. Korn's Groovy Pirate Ghost Mystery:

Korn being The Scooby gang was neat and it has a neat plot. Not much to really it's just a fun watch
7.8/10

1. Starvin' Marvin in Space:

This is the last time we see Starvin' Marvin and it's a pretty good way for him to go out. The story as always is pretty good and the last line where the boys lie about visiting him again is pretty funny.
8/10

1. Tweek vs. Craig:

The boys starting beef between Craig and Tweek is pretty fun and so is the Mr. Adler side plot
8.1/10

1. Spontaneous Combustion:

Really good Randy episode he learns a pretty good life lesson and the episode are pretty fun overall
8.4/10

1. Hooked on Monkey Fonics:

Mark being confused by everything in regular school is funny as hell and the Kyle and Rebecca plotline starts off pretty heartwarming but as always falls to shit because Kyle gets no bitches
8.8/10

1. Chinpokomon:

I like how pissed Mr. Garrison gets when the kids start speaking Japanese, and the plot is pretty creative even if it's no longer accurate
8.9/10

1. Sexual Harassment Panda:

I only watched this episode because in Pip's prominence thingy, it said he sued Cartman for sexual harassment.....and he did It's really fucking funny nothing more nothing less no context for you
9/10
8 . Are You There God? It's Me, Jesus:
It's just a stronger character moment for good old Jesus and it's the first time we see god also Stan asking about his period was funny
9.3

1. The Succubus:

Chef's parents are the fucking best! Oh and everything was great two also leave me alone Loch Ness Monster you aren't getting my tree fiddy
9.6

1. The Red Badge of Gayness:

Cartman makes a bet that the Confederacy in the annual reenactment of a Civil War battle will win so he leads the drunken army into trying to take over the world. Do I need to say more?
10/10
5/4/3. Two Guys Naked in a Hot Tub:
This is the first time Butters plays an important role, the first time we see Dougie, the first episode where the boys become jolly good blocks with Pip, and it's the second episode in the meteor shower plotline. This episode is really fucking funny, Stan begging his parents to not leave him with Pip, Butters, and Dougie aka the Melvins had me dying, Gerald acting like he's Randy's wife for no reason was amazing, Dougie being totally obvious to the danger everyone is in being more worried about being a news reporter, and Stan's speech at the end when he learns that just because Pip and Butters are different doesn't make them any less human only for him to pretend like he never said when Kyle shows up but luckily after this episode Pip becomes pals with the main boys.
10/10 but more
5/4/3. Jewbilee:
Another Kenny episode. Him dying to save the Jews even after they were mean to him is a nice character moment, Moses being this flying head that wants random art pieces for no reason is funny, and a bear taking a bunch of the kids to bring them to her sons birthday was a sweet plot twist for a funny side plot
10/10 but more
5/4/3. Cat Orgy:
Cartman trying to get back at Shelly for being a mean babysitter, Shelly singing a really good, long Mr./Mrs. Kitty well....it's in the title of the episode, and Cartman not only making peace with Shelly but doing something nice for her was great.
10/10 but more

1. World Wide Recorder Concert:

Mr. Garrison is mad that his father didn't rape him......
11/10

1. Rainforest Shmainforest:

The first episode that I would truly call a Kenny episode. Kelly being this weird but cute girl wasn't what I was expecting but I'm happy we got this, Kenny jumping in front of bullets to protect Kelly, Kelly actually trying to save Kenny, and Kelly picking her nose like every 5 seconds were great. Plus every second of this amazing episode in this amazing season brought me joy
15/10
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This is the official story content for Garou. Posting it separately from the fandom pages. Some of the details are different from other sources. Feel free to have it double-check if you can.

• Website Prologue
• Website Backstory
• Website Character Bios

Just because you're hungry doesn't mean you're really hungry.
Fighting not to starve, and by continuing to seek, it will only make sense.
-Kain R. Heinlein
Once upon a time, there were men who risked everything in battle...
"One burns with revenge, while the other harbors ambitions..." Justice didn't matter to them. However, he put his beliefs into his fist and fought...and settled himself.
It's an old story now... Ten years had passed since then.
Ever since the invitation arrived, the boy had been lost.
・・・・・・・・King of Fighters.
A martial arts festival that brings together martial artists from all over the world. However, it has not been held since the organizer, Geese Howard, died mysteriously.
・・・・・・・・Why is that?
The boy read the letter again.
"Maximum Mayhem King of Fighters"
Notice of holding
We have decided to hold "King of Fighters" for the first time in 10 years. I would like you, the former winner, to participate as the defending champion.
Also, I would like to ask you to bring Mr. Howard with you. I've heard rumors of Rock's strength, so if you participate, there's no doubt that you'll have a blast.
In addition, if you win, we will prepare a large amount of prize money more than the previous time.
In addition, there is a special winning product from our family head who is the organizer.
that is········
"Maximum Mayhem King of Fighters"
About Rock's mother... I'll just say that for now.
I will tell you all the details when I win.
I look forward to hearing from you.
-Heinlein family butler, Arnold Sebastian
When the boy finished reading the letter, he closed his eyes again. And after a few seconds, he opened his eyes with a determined look, and he said to the man who was getting ready to go.
"Okay......I've decided."
"Yes, what are you going to do?"
The boy got up from his chair and answered.
"Oh, two tickets to Second South, Terry."

Backstory 01

Kain and Grant...
"These two had an immeasurable deep bond..."
​
Going back, 19 years ago. When Kain was still in the slums, he had a man he could call his best friend.
The man's name is Abel
Ever since they met each other as orphans they have come to understand each other.
​
One day, Kain and Abel witnessed a boy of the same age being lynched.
It was clear from their words and deeds that the attackers were a group of thugs who were famous for their viciousness in the slums.
Even so, the boy continued to be beaten without resistance. He knew if he resists, they would beat more... He had no choice but to endure.
However, the sound of creaking flesh echoed through the city dozens of times, and when the thugs finally left, the boy had already died...
​
After several hours·····. Kain and Abel generously buried the boy on a hill overlooking the sea.
The two of them were looking out at the sea. After a while, Kain turned to Abel.
"...I...don't like it. To rot in a place like this without fighting...I don't like it!"
"Kain... you?"
"Someday I'll get out of here. And I'll take everything! Then come with me! Abel!"
Abel was silent for a moment, but he soon turned to Kain as if he had made up his mind.
"...Okay, I understand. I don't want to die here either. If you want to push forward, I will push forward too. ”
“That’s right! We won’t die in a place like this!... I can't stand to die! ”
Kain clenched his fist... and further strengthened his resolve.
"I want power... power to have it all... and for that, I need your help, Abel!"
"... OK, Kain. I'll help you. If you're on the front, I'll be on the back..."
The evening sun casts its shadows on the ground. The two shadows were tight, holding hands.
Grant
Grant's true identity is Kain's best friend since childhood, Abel Cameron.
The ambition he dreamed of with Kain when he was a child... In order to embody true freedom in the Second South, he volunteered to assist Kain behind the scenes. Despite his dangerous backroom job, Abel's work was always flawless and helped strengthen Kain's power within the organization.
However, at one point, he was betrayed by an organization executive who was jealous of Kain's early promotion and received a bullet in his chest.
He managed to survive and had no problems with his motor function, but it hit so close to his heart that it could not be extracted. And the bullet is definitely approaching his heart, and it is said that when it reaches it will be Abel's end.

Backstory 02

"Relationship between Geese and Rock"
A room in an old apartment on the outskirts of Southtown.
A seven-year-old boy, Rock, lives a modest life with his mother.
His life wasn't very rich, but it was a happy day surrounded by his mother's love.
He know his father, but he never wanted to meet me.
"Don't cause trouble for that person." Was his mother's wish.
However, Rock's desire to meet his father someday grows stronger.
One day, his mother falls ill with a mysterious illness.
Rock took care of her, but it was too much for a child to handle.
He hears her calling his father's name in a whimper.
Thinking about his ideas, Rock decided to ask Geese for help.
Rock headed to Geese Tower alone.
And he finally met his father for the first time.
Rock immediately tells him about his mother's condition, and he begs for help.
However, Geese did not listen to his wish and sent Rock back.
That night... his mother quietly took her last breath...
Since then, he has come to hate Geese.
​
"Rock's State of Mind after the Death of Geese"
Time passes, and it's been a year since Rock came to Terry.
Terry finally settled with Geese.
However, it also meant the death of his father.
Ever since his mother's death, Rock has held a grudge against his father but now has mixed feelings.
It may have been the sentiment of losing his last relative.
But Rock didn't care why.
Unable to think of anything else, Rock challenges Terry to a street fight.
Without saying a word, Terry accepted and the two fought all day and night.
And that night...
Naturally, there was no way he could beat Terry, so he was beaten up and lay motionless, looking at the moon.
The moon and myself. He could faintly hear his heart beating.
It was strange that he felt life even in his powerless and small self.
And he was thinking... Wondering where he's headed...
And a few years later...
Rock was on an aimless journey with Terry.
It was also a journey of self-discovery that he desperately thought about.
​

Rock Howard

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Age:	17
Height:	178 cm
Weight:	70 kg
Birthday:	June 24
Blood Type:	B
Nationality:	America
Fighting Style:	Kobu-justu + Martial Arts
Hobbies:	Touring, playing the base (he can perfectly copy any song he hears once)
Specialty:	Cooking (since making food for fast-food-loving Terry, he became a pro at it)
Most Important:	The hat that Terry gave him, his bike (Honda)
Most Unpleasant:	Women (growing up with a bunch of men, he's become a little shy)
Likes:	Driver Gloves
Dislikes:	People who boast all the time
Favorite Food:	Jumbalaya (but he doesn't like the sausages)
Favorite Music:	Hard Rock
Favorite Sport:	Street Basket (3 on 3)

Geese Howard's progeny was picked up by Terry.
He lost his mother to an illness when he was young, and holds a grudge against his father, Geese, for not helping her.
However, contrary to his feelings, he has inherited his father's natural fighting senses. He was unmatched even as a child, eventually taking up street fighting as a living.
He had absorbed many things from living with Terry. From learning martial arts to the ways of life.
He is currently traveling aimlessly with Terry, honing his skills at the various fighting tournaments he visits. His growth over the last few years has been remarkable, and rumor has it he's already on par with Terry.
This time he decides to join the "King of Fighters" in search of the truth about his late mother.
"Come on, Terry, let's get started!"

Terry Bogard

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Age:	35
Height:	182 cm
Weight:	81 kg
Birthday:	March 15
Blood Type:	O
Nationality:	America
Fighting Style:	Martial Arts
Hobbies:	Wall Paint
Specialty:	Making 50 3-point shots in a row
Most Important:	Ukee, his monkey (ran away from home)
Most Unpleasant:	Cigacigarettes
Likes:	Vintage Jeans
Dislikes:	Slugs
Favorite Food:	Rock's Special Club Sandwiches (he overate recently and is a little chubby)
Favorite Music:	Country
Favorite Sport:	Basketball

Terry Bogard has settled his long battle with Geese Howard.
After a fateful encounter with Rock the boy of fate, Terry left the now peaceful Southtown and set out on a journey without a destination. On this journey, Terry teaches Rock everything he's learned so far and gives direction to his wavering mind.
Terry receives an invitation to the fighting tournament "King of Fighters", which will be held for the first time in 10 years. What is the purpose of the tournament now that Geese is gone? Suspicious, Terry returns to the stage to solve the mystery.
"My fists don't rust! Take care!"

Kim Dong Hwan

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Age:	20
Height:	181 cm
Weight:	78 kg
Birthday:	June 13
Blood Type:	O
Nationality:	South Korea
Fighting Style:	Taekwondo
Hobbies:	Hitting on girls
Specialty:	Gluttony (his record is 60 plates of clams)
Most Important:	His girlfriends
Most Unpleasant:	His father (although he does respect him)
Likes:	High-cut Sneakers
Dislikes:	Rats
Favorite Food:	Korean Barbeque
Favorite Music:	J-Pop
Favorite Sport:	Winter Sports (especially Snow Boarding)

The eldest son of Taekwondo master Kim Kaphwan.
While Jae-Hoon is serious like his father, Dong Hwan is lazy and tends to skip the dojo. Each time he neglects his training wonders off he is scolded by his father.
However, his fighting sense is endowed with natural talent, and he uses a variety of techniques that are unique and varied. Some say that his strength surpasses that of his father in his prime. His younger brother Jae-hoon is also worried... If only he could come to training.
Though Dong Hwan seems to like doing whatever he pleases, he's actually a gentler man than most people. This time, he heard that Jae-hoon would follow in his father's footsteps and participate in the "King of Fighters", so he decided to participate in the same way in order to help him.
"Well, I'm a curious person too... but, I don't know what I'm gonna do!"

Kim Jae Hoon

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Age:	19
Height:	177 cm
Weight:	72 kg
Birthday:	December 29
Blood Type:	A
Nationality:	South Korea
Fighting Style:	Taekwondo
Hobbies:	Study Taekwondo's history
Specialty:	Reciting Pi to the 27th decimal place
Most Important:	His family
Most Unpleasant:	Really sweet candy
Likes:	Small animals (rabbits, hamsters, parrots, etc.)
Dislikes:	Evil people
Favorite Food:	Really hot Chi ge
Favorite Music:	Techno
Favorite Sport:	Mat exercises

Second son of Taekwondo master Kim Kaphwan.
Even among the students at the dojo that Kaphwan taught, he is the most hard-working. Above all, he has a strong desire to improve and likes practicing more than eating. The way he practiced was enough to make his older brother, Dong Hwan, say, "I'm full just by looking at him."
However, at the end of that effort, he finally mastered his father's secret technique, "Phoenix Kick".
In addition, he was able to carry on his father's ideal of "spreading taekwondo to people around the world". And in order to put it into practice, he decided to participate in the "King of Fighters" this time.
He loves justice even more than his father and does not tolerate evil.
"Watch me, Dad! Now, I'm going to once again prove how great taekwondo is!"

Hotaru Futaba

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Age:	16
Height:	156 cm
Weight:	42 kg
Measurements:	B78 / W54 / H80
Birthday:	May 11
Blood Type:	A
Nationality:	Japan
Fighting Style:	Chinese Kenpo "Juu-kei" (Internal Kung Fu) (Taijiquan, Baguazhang, etc)
Hobbies:	Cute ribbon collection
Specialty:	She can make any animal out of snow
Most Important:	Itokatsu, her ferrot
Most Unpleasant:	Strong alcoholic beverages
Likes:	Dangling-style Linear Coasters
Dislikes:	Earthquakes
Favorite Food:	Chocolate Ice Cream Banana Parfet
Favorite Music:	Pop
Favorite Sport:	High jump

A girl who continues her journey with her friend, Itokatsu.
She is searching for her father and brother, who went missing at the time of her mother's death. Though she behaves cheerfully and usually never shows weakness in public, she sometimes gets depressed.
The incident six years ago was the cause of such a trip. At that time, Hotaru was with her kind family. A strict father, a kind mother, and an older brother who protects her more than anyone else. Hotaru felt that he was a happy family even though he had strict training.
It all came crashing down with a sudden tyranny. When Hotaru rushes to her after noticing something strange, her father and brother are nowhere to be seen, only the cold corpse of her mother lying in the dojo.
From the time she lost her family, Hotaru's journey began.
This time she heard rumors of a man who looked like her brother at the "King of Fighters" fighting tournament, and she decided to participate.
"I might be able to meet my brother here... I have to do my best!"

Gato

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Age:	26
Height:	180 cm
Weight:	82 kg
Birthday:	May 27
Blood Type:	A
Nationality:	Unknown
Fighting Style:	Chinese Kenpo "Gou-kei" (External Kung Fu) (Bajiquan, Xinyi Liuhe, etc)
Hobbies:	Calligraphy
Specialty:	He can hold his breath underwater for 10 minutes
Most Important:	Mother's necklace momento
Most Unpleasant:	Paying attention
Likes:	Anything grand, dynamite, beautiful
Dislikes:	Anyone who humbles himself
Favorite Food:	Tomyankun
Favorite Music:	Homey
Favorite Sport:	Swimming

A solitary lone wolf who follows his own path.
He seeks power to overthrow his father who caused his mother's death. He is training all over the world to acquire the ultimate martial arts. He is absolutely confident and doesn't shy away from anyone.
Much of his background is unknown, but he does not appear to be of Chinese nationality.
"...this little fish!"

B. Jenet

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Age:	19
Height:	167 cm
Weight:	49 kg
Measurements:	B 86 / W 57 / H 89
Birthday:	January 23
Blood Type:	AB
Nationality:	England
Fighting Style:	LK Arts
Hobbies:	Nail Art, invading territorial waters
Specialty:	Her "internal clock" is never off by more than one minute
Most Important:	Her "Lilien Knights" companions, and the newest weapons of the "Lilien Knights".
Most Unpleasant:	Mornings
Likes:	The silence and stillness of 1000 meters deep in the sea.
Dislikes:	Diesel ships (because they stink)
Favorite Food:	Sirloin Steak (she saves them valuably in the galley)
Favorite Music:	Euro Beat
Favorite Sport:	Tennis, Equestrian

The Byrne family; one of the world's leading conglomerates. Jenny was their only daughter.
In her carefree life, she always came to think the same thing.
That the purpose of life... Is doing something that only you can do that no one else can. Why was I given life, and why is she here?
In order to come to that conclusion, Jenny thought... If you can't find it while waiting, go find it yourself. If you can't find it, create it yourself. If you do it anyway, it will be thrilling and exciting! I want to surprise the world with flashy things!
That was the moment when the thief group "Lilian Knights" was born.
The purpose of this time is to go to the most mysterious fighting tournament "King of Fighters" and receive a huge prize.
"For me, it's a tournament!"

Khushnood Butt (Marco Rodriguez)

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Age:	40
Height:	183 cm
Weight:	91 kg
Birthday:	September 4
Blood Type:	A
Nationality:	Brazil
Fighting Style:	Kyokugen-style Karate
Hobbies:	Reading picture books (Cries reading Disney stories)
Specialty:	Sewing, tailoring.
Most Important:	His black belt, his Kyokugen signboard
Most Unpleasant:	Sake
Likes:	His hut for training
Dislikes:	Cockroaches
Favorite Food:	Chicken curry, rakkyou, grilled (roasted) chicken
Favorite Music:	Samba (it boils his blood)
Favorite Sport:	Shotput

A student at Kyokugen-ryu Dojo Brazil Branch.
When he was just starting out, he heard rumors about Kyokugen-ryu and went to challenge the dojo in Southtown, but was defeated by the dojo's owner, Ryo Sakazaki. In that battle, he learned the strength and depth of Kyokugen-ryu, abandoned his previous martial arts, shaved his head, and entered Kyokugen-ryu.
After that, he continued his efforts and steadily raised his skills, and finally grew up to be appointed as a substitute teacher.
His karate was wild and full of agility, making use of the unique springing of his body. He made Ryo Sakazaki, the current leader of the Kyokugen-ryu, say, "Even if he's the king of beasts, he'll turn into a cat in front of him."
Among his disciples, now that Ryo has retired from the front line, he is rumored to be the strongest Kyokugen-ryu, or in other words, the strongest fighter in the world.
"Khushnood has mastered Kyokugen... you should try it on Chimi!"

Hokutomaru

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Age:	14
Height:	154 cm
Weight:	40 kg
Birthday:	October 7
Blood Type:	O
Nationality:	Japan
Fighting Style:	Koppou and Shiranui-style Ninjustu
Hobbies:	Going to the hot springs in the mountains with monkeys
Specialty:	He can climb the tallest tree in the mountains in 16.3 seconds (now attempting to break the record)
Most Important:	His master and all the Shiranui-ryuu people
Most Unpleasant:	Big Sis Shiranui
Likes:	Hot springs
Dislikes:	Hairy caterpillars
Favorite Food:	Shabon Nabe
Favorite Music:	Japanese Kotone (Big Sis Shiranui plays it for him)
Favorite Sport:	Athletics

A lively boy currently training in the Shiranui style deep in the mountains.
From an early age, he has trained in the Shiranui style. His master was a foreigner, but his technique was solid, and Hokutomaru respected such a master and immediately worked on his training.
However, when Hokutomaru reaches the age of 14, he will enter puberty. Various questions and worries come out in the training that continues every day.
Is he really good at his ninjutsu? How strong is his power?
And then, the outside world... What is going on in the world that I don't know...?
Once you start thinking about it, the thought becomes stronger and stronger.
Then one night, Hokutomaru finally decides to go down the mountain. The world he saw for the first time... What he jumped into was a poster for the "King of Fighters" event.
"Let's try my ninjutsu to see if it works in the city!"

Freeman

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Age:	24
Height:	185 cm
Weight:	80 kg
Birthday:	November 21
Blood Type:	Not Clear
Nationality:	England
Fighting Style:	Self-taught martial art "Shame"
Hobbies:	Popping bubble wrap
Specialty:	As long as his head can fit, he can slip through anything
Most Important:	Drill necklace (He likes it)
Most Unpleasant:	Flowers with a lot of pollen
Likes:	The edge of needles and blades
Dislikes:	The middle of a big crowd
Favorite Food:	Fish & chips
Favorite Music:	Heavy Metal
Favorite Sport:	Nothing Special

"It's a boring day......"
He wanted to take risks.
It's already been 20 years since he was born into this world. The only thing he learned after spending most of his life in a dangerous slum... It is the conclusion that "it is only when you are next to death that you can always feel alive." He couldn't think of a way to keep his identity in the peaceful days.
The only thing that can satisfy his hunger is a serious street fight. The tension of fighting in a concrete ring... If you can beat it, it's not enough.
Alive or dead...? It was his favorite moment. To those who know nothing about that way of life, it may seem self-deprecating. But he thoroughly enjoys the insane danger.
This time, he hears that the strongest and worst demon of destruction will participate in "King of Fighters", and he feels excitement like never before and participates in the battle against this unprecedented enemy.
"...this moment...this moment is the only time I'm alive..."

Tizoc (Griffon Mask)

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Age:	27
Height:	215 cm
Weight:	118 kg
Birthday:	April 25
Blood Type:	O
Nationality:	Mexico
Fighting Style:	Pro Wrestling
Hobbies:	N/A
Specialty:	He can hold 5 average men on his bridge
Most Important:	His Griffon mask
Most Unpleasant:	Magazine interviews
Likes:	The Smile of children
Dislikes:	Illegal moves, and the wrestlers who use them nonchalantly
Favorite Food:	"I eat anything a lot!" (quote from Tizoc)
Favorite Music:	"The Theme of Griffon" (His entrance song in wrestling)
Favorite Sport:	Triathlon

Tizoc: a man who has maintained an undefeated record since his debut and climbed to the top at once. Once upon a time, he was a hero to children all over the country.
However, he loses to a mysterious man who suddenly appears.
For a moment, he loses self-confidence and completely loses sight of himself. But with the encouragement of the children and his fans, he regains himself.
From that day on, he began rigorous special training to regain everything.
And two years later………while being hit by a waterfall, he discovers the only weak spot in the stream. This is the catalyst for creating his strongest new special move "Big Fall Griffon".
With this new power, he returned to the stage of "King of Fighters".
"Children, I was revived by your cheers! Come on, let's go undefeated!"

Kevin Rian

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Age:	37
Height:	187 cm
Weight:	89 kg
Birthday:	December 17
Blood Type:	B
Nationality:	America
Fighting Style:	SWAT Mercenary Techniques
Hobbies:	Collects goods from a certain Sci-Fi movie (all 6 in the series, apparently saw it for the first time)
Specialty:	Survival
Most Important:	His best friend (Marky)
Most Unpleasant:	Medicine (He won't drink even if he catches a cold)
Likes:	Loose clothes
Dislikes:	Tight clothes
Favorite Food:	Spare Ribs
Favorite Music:	Jazz
Favorite Sport:	Darts

"You're Uncle Kevin, aren't you? Take revenge on Papa...!"
That was last week. He had a close friend, but someone assassinated him. Even if he seeks revenge, he does not know who the culprit is.
When such days were piled up, the child appeared.
"But Bowes, I feel the same way, but I don't know who it is."
"I know who."
"What? For real?"
"Yeah, and my name is Markye, not Bowes."
"OK, let's go, buddy!"
Kevin immediately began to identify the route to Second South.

Grant

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Age:	Unknown
Height:	201 cm
Weight:	105 kg
Birthday:	January 8
Blood Type:	A
Nationality:	America
Fighting Style:	Ankoku Karate
Hobbies:	Making Pottery
Specialty:	Suppresses any emotion
Most Important:	A picture of him, Kain, and Marie from long ago
Most Unpleasant:	Highly humid locations
Likes:	His Ethnic Mask
Dislikes:	Begging for Life
Favorite Food:	Beef Stew
Favorite Music:	Doesn't listen to music
Favorite Sport:	Weightlifting

"My fist is the admiration of destruction...the one who sneers at God's scorn and worships power..."
Wherever he appears, it is said that there will always be conflict. In fact, there are countless cities that have turned into ghost towns. At some point, people feared Grant as a symbol of destruction.
It is said that the power that he obtained by selling his soul to the devil has the destructive power to overwhelm even the best fighters.
His motives are unknown, but while he prefers fighting above all else, he seems to have an extreme dislike of the weak.
It is rumored that the "King of Fighters" that will be held this time is actually controlled by Grant from the shadows.
"Come quickly... strong man... I am Grant, a martyr of battle..."

Kain R. Heinlein

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Age:	26
Height:	183 cm
Weight:	76 kg
Birthday:	February 16
Blood Type:	B
Nationality:	America
Fighting Style:	Dark Void Fist
Hobbies:	Reading
Specialty:	Can see emotions through the eyes
Most Important:	All the people that surround him
Most Unpleasant:	Information
Likes:	Starry night skies
Dislikes:	Inertia
Favorite Food:	Apple Pie
Favorite Music:	Classic music
Favorite Sport:	None in particular (but, can do anything)

A clever man who wants to get everything in the free city, "Second South". His only purpose is... It is the complete independence of the Second South. And he is trying to create a slum of the whole district, a true law of the law.
The source of his ambitions is based on his childhood experiences. His hometown was in the worst part of the shantytown. He had no parents and was forced to live hand-to-hand with his only immediate relative, his sister.
A city where only power is everything. The only food you can get is the chips you get in street fights. Cain fought with a small body and came out alive.
That's when he realized. He is a protected human and a non-protected human. Humans who fight and pave their own way, and humans who are incorporated into the system and swept away. In this world, which one is facing the issue of "living" with sincerity...?
His position at birth is irrelevant. He wanted to create a truly free world.
When he was 8 years old, he got the chance to put that idea into practice. The appearance of Kain during a street fight caught the eye of Don Papas of the family (secret society) who happened to be passing by.
Kain, who was bought for his beauty and strength above all, was picked up by Don Papas and became a member of the family.
A dozen years later... Using his gifted talent as a weapon, he created his own power within the organization, overthrew Don Papas, and became the boss of the family. And now... at last, he has begun to put his long-standing idea into practice...

So as some of you may be aware, the iconic classic on the backlot tram tour has been closes for a roughly year long refurb. This obviously seems to be more than the usual routine maintenance. I last rode it a week ago on the 3rd and about 85% of the effects were running properly.
With that being said, there are some things I wish the park changes and or upgrades to the ride itself, as well as other things they should leave alone as well.
1.Something they should leave in my opinion is the exterior paint scheme of the building. This is because at this point in time, I'm apmost 100% sure that Stage 50 is one of the last remaining soundstages on the entire property to still sport the classic brown and gray scheme. Most others have been repainted into the white and gray "Peacock" scheme.

1. With the large scale nature of the effects, Earthquake is a ride that I believe achieves peak guest impressions when the tour guides let the ride speak for itself, rather than speak for it. In essence, it would be greatly appreciated if the guides would MUTE themselves when the ride begins. I've lost count of the number of times that I have become fed up of hearing some cheap jokes, puns, and stupid ramblings.
   
2. With the times changing, the film equipment and hot set decor on the platform has grown to become a massive eyesore. It's cheesy, outdated, and out of place. I genuinely wouldn't mind them removing this clutter from the area and restoring it to make it look like a genuine subway station like it was back in 1989. Aditionally, some repainting probably wouldn't hurt either. I've noticed that there seems to be grime or mold growing along the flood stairs too. Hopefully they correct this.
   
3. Fix the electrical effects such as the falling power line and station transformer. Nothing beats the sound of live electricity sparking and cracking mere feet away from the safety of your tram. The falling power line hasn't been functioning since 2021, I hope they're able to fix this sooner than later.
   

That's all for my list of changes that they should do to the ride. What do you guys think? I'm curious to hear what others think.

So I'm having a discussion with a friend (Cardinals fan) and he asks me if I'm buying into all the hype around the Lions. I tell him (honestly) this is the first time in 25 years that I'm all in on the Kool Aid. He then asks me what I think the season will bring. I tell him the following:
Division Champs with at least one playoff win
Jamo and Gibbs combine for 25 TDs
Hutch and Houston combine for 25 sacks
CJ GJ and Kerby combine for 12 ints
Amon and D Mo combine for 2500 total yards
He tells me I'm on crack. Which, maybe I am, IDK. But I think it's entirely plausible. Those numbers only represent a 10-25% increase of what each player did last season (Jamo and Gibbs excluded).
What do you think?

In the most recent installment of u/stayclassypeople's series on the national championship races from 1974-1997, he mentions how two teams probably lamented that overtime was not yet a thing, as their ties cost them a chance at a title. I started thinking, what if it were the opposite? What if regular season games were still allowed to end in ties (lord knows with the way they keep messing with the OT rules to try to shorten games, ostensibly in the name of player safety, it's not impossible they bring them back). Now, I'm only looking at teams that were near the title hunt, so if I missed a team that had multiple OT losses, feel free to point them out to me.
1996: Nothing really changes as the only 1-loss team with an OT game was #5 BYU, and that wouldn't even go away since it was the CCG against Wyoming. 1997: Michigan likely gets a unanimous title, as the Flea Kicker game ends in a tie dropping Nebraska to 12-0-1 rather than 13-0. 1998: ...Huh. Tennessee merely ties for the SEC East as both they and Florida would be 7-0-1 in conference, tying each other, but the Gators also lost in non-conference to FSU so the Vols probably still get the SECCG and the championship chance. And since I said CCGs still get OT, it's probably still Florida State, not Kansas State (whose only loss was in OT, but was a CCG), who gets the nod against them. 1999: No change as neither unbeaten had an OT win. 2000: Oregon's record drops from 10-2 to 8-2-2, which on the one hand means UW is more clearly the Pac-10 champion by way of their head-to-head win over Oregon State, but on the other hand makes Washington's loss to Oregon look worse. So the "#2's only loss was to #3, whose only loss was to #4" idiocy probably still stands (note, these were three different conference champions). 2001: Not much changes, although one of the 10-1 AQ Champs that Nebraska was selected over would be 9-1-1. 2002: Ohio State would've been 12-0-1, not 13-0, but they'd still be in the title game--and they'd still be Big Ten champions, since Iowa's conference record would also drop to 7-0-1 with a tie against Penn State. #4 USC would've been 10-1-1 instead of 10-2, and would've gone to the Rose Bowl at 7-0-1 in conference to Wazzu's 6-1-1. 2003: No split title here, either, as there's absolutely no way the computers leave out 11-0-1 USC in favor of 12-1 LSU and 12-1 Oklahoma...right? 2004: No change. 2005: No change. 2006: No change, but damned if it wasn't close. A missed field goal with 21 seconds left had it looking like Rutgers and Louisville would both be going to 8-0-1 in this alternate universe, but a Louisville defender got called for being offsides, the second try was good, and Louisville suffered their only loss of the season. 2007: As screwy as this season was, this is a clear no-change as LSU's record entering bowl selection goes from 11-2 to 11-0-2; they'd actually probably still have been #1 as the only unbeaten in a major conference, even with the two ties. 2008: Texas Tech drops from 11-1, 7-1 Big 12 to 10-1-1, 6-1-1 Big 12 with a tie against Nebraska, which means Texas wins the Big 12 South due to their head-to-head win over Oklahoma, and presumably faces Florida for the National Championship. Florida's record is unchanged. Alabama is only 11-0-1 rather than 12-0 entering the SECCG, but since they lost that anyway and they won the West by three games, that's kind of meaningless. 2009: All six teams that went 12-0 before CCGs (or 13-0 without a CCG thanks to a road game against Hawaii in Boise State's case) still have the same records. 2010: Tough to say. Oregon is still 12-0, but Auburn drops to 12-0-1, making it a legitimate question whether they'd beat out #3 TCU at 12-0 or even Boise State at 11-0-1 (real record 11-1, putting them at #10 in the final BCS Standings) since the Broncos were the preseason #3 and thus would have an edge with voters. Maybe. The Tigers did pass the Broncos before they had their loss, but then again, Auburn would've already had their tie by then so who knows. I feel like with TCU as the preseason #6 and Auburn only #22 in the preseason, the unblemished Horned Frogs would get to play Oregon for the title. 2011: Hilarity. Alabama goes 11-0-1, doesn't even get to play in the SECCG because LSU is also 11-0-1 and had the better SOS (featuring a win over the Pac-12 champion), and there's no guarantee that they'd still get their rematch because Oklahoma State would also be 11-0-1. Though I feel like the fact that their tie was against the #1 team would give them the edge? 2012: ...Oh. Rather than being 10-2 (8-1 Pac-12), winning the North with their head-to-head win over Oregon, Stanford is 8-1-3 (6-1-2 Pac-12), while Oregon improves to 11-0-1 (8-0-1 Pac-12). The Ducks likely win the CCG and go on to face 11-0-1 Notre Dame (yes, that's Stanford's non-conference tie that was a loss in our reality), completely shutting out the SEC despite their six teams in the BCS Top 10 as none of their records would change. 2013: No change. 2014: Ohio State's record entering the selections drops to 11-1-1. So does Alabama's. Florida State also drops from 13-0 to 12-0-1. It's almost certain that 11-1 Baylor isn't left out, and there's a chance that 11-1 TCU sneaks in, too. 2015: A non-conference tie against Tennessee keeps Oklahoma out of the playoff; instead, the Big Ten Championship Game is #3 Iowa vs. #4 Michigan State, and the Spartans' 16-13 win only flip-flopped their seeds; the 12-1 Hawkeyes are still #4 after their loss. 2016: Clemson is 11-1-1 rather than 12-1, but of greater note is that Ohio State is merely 9-1-2 rather than 11-1, tying both Wisconsin and Michigan. And with Penn State also tying Minnesota, this means that the Wolverines win the East, going 7-1-1 in conference with the win over 7-1-1 Penn State, Ohio State being 6-1-2. Wisconsin also tied Nebraska, but still gets the West with a 6-1-2 conference record to the Huskers' 6-2-1. Washington is also only 11-1-1 rather than 12-1...Clemson is 100% safe. The winner of the Big Ten Championship Game between 10-1-1 Michigan and 9-1-2 Wisconsin would definitely be in. Would 9-1-2 Ohio State get the nod over 11-1-1 Washington? I feel like they wouldn't; Washington is still the 4-seed. 2017: No change; the Top 4 had no OT games until the Playoff, the teams behind them had no OT losses, and UCF's only OT win was the AACCG so that stays unchanged. 2018: Oklahoma would've tied Army in nonconference play, but if you take the rankings at face value, this means 11-2 SECCG loser Georgia would've gotten the 4-seed over 12-1 Big Ten Champion Ohio State. Is that right? 2019: By the letter of the games, it's no change at all. If ties really were a thing, however...it's still no change because Oklahoma was outright 12-1, so Clemson potentially being 12-0-1 if UNC hadn't gone for 2 and failed wouldn't move them out of the 3-seed. Probably. The ACC was awfully bad that year even by ACC standards. 2020: Clemson improves to 10-0-1 and Notre Dame drops to 9-1-1. Is that enough to get 8-1 Texas A&M into the 4-seed? Maybe. 2021: The seedings change, but do the matchups? Michigan at 12-1 should take the top seed over 11-1-1 Alabama, but they might just bump Cincy up to the 3 to avoid an SECCG rematch. Cincy's spot is even more secure, by the way, as they're still 13-0 while #5 Notre Dame drops to 10-1-1. 2022: Michigan is still secure at 13-0, but since their OT loss in the CCG still stands, TCU is only 11-1-1. This might not be enough, especially if Alabama were to beat Georgia in the SECCG--since the Tide would now be 10-1-1 (6-1-1 SEC) while LSU would be 8-3-1 (5-2-1 SEC). I think if Bama won the SEC, TCU would be out in favor of the double SEC, double Big Ten playoff we were all dreading, with 13-0 Michigan, 11-1-1 Alabama, 12-1 Georgia, and 11-1 Ohio State.

Competitors:
0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
Poll Layout:
Each number will be polled one-to-one.
Poll #: Competitors
1: 0, 1 [CLOSED, 0 WINS] 0 wins [Subreddit pulled COAD 1 day early, awaiting Mod response]
2: 2, 3 [CLOSED, 3 WINS] 3 wins 68-66
3: 4, 5 [CLOSED, 5 WINS] 5 wins 17-13
4: 6, 7 [CLOSED, 7 WINS] 7 wins 23-19
5: 8, 9 [CLOSED, 8 WINS] 8 wins 29-22
Then the winners of those polls will be polled. (Semi-Finals)
Poll 7 will hold 3 competitors. There will be a 2-option poll (7b) if there is no majority.
6: 0, 3 [CLOSED, 3 WINS] 3 wins 20-19
7a: 5, 7, and 8 [CLOSED, NO MAJORITY (7 AND 8 WIN)] 7: 21 votes, 8: 15 votes, 6: 5 votes
7b?: 7 and 8 [CLOSED, 7 WINS] 7 wins 74-49
This will end us off with the last 2 numbers remaining. (Final)
8: Winners of polls 6 and 7 [CLOSED, 7 WINS!!] 7 wins 67-49
7 WINS!!
Other Details:
There will only be one active poll at a time.
Each poll will be 2 days.
Due to the closing of pollgames on 6/12, a few changes have been made:
Each round of polls will go at once
Each poll will be 1 day (24 hours).
Any polls that are tied for the winner will have a runoff poll.
The Alternate/Ranking vote system would make this so much easier.

My name is Quentin Lorreno. I’m somewhat of a middleman in the criminal underworld. I mediate the crime families, I arrange diplomatic marriages, I keep things civil.
But above all I buy and sell cursed artifacts.
These dissonant pieces of the world can be as anything as a shrunken head that gives you bad vibes to things as dangerous as paintings that squeeze the life out of you once you look at them.
What my clients want with them, I don’t know. I don’t ask, and I don’t tell- for the most part.
So let’s talk about UFOs.
In recent times sightings have increased and I’m sure you, dear reader, have heard the commotion of the media and all the talk about them.
Whistleblowers, leaks, court cases- all the like.
Information about alien spacecraft, intelligent aliens coming to visit- hell, even asteroids carrying data from other worlds, other systems. But let me tell you one thing: the people you call ‘higher-ups’ and the ‘elites’ barely know a thing about UFOs, much less alien life.
But I know pieces of alien starcraft are highly desired. And the fact that recovered debris and a ship itself can fetch prices so high you’ll find yourself doubting your very eyes.
The artifact was in the center of the man’s shop. A simple trader in the wet market, haggling with customers and overcharging tourists for the smallest things. “Excuse me,” I said, politely.
He turned to me and smiled, revealing a single gold tooth. “Ah, come my friend,” he cheered, beckoning me inside. I followed; so did my assistant- and expert, Aster. “What do you desire?” he paused, and added, “friend.”
I observed the small artifact in the center of his shop. It was round, and inscribed with symbols I neither understood nor truly comprehended.
“I want this,” I indicated. Despite the freezing rain of the wet market, the small spherical thing felt hot to the touch, and I drew back. “And where’d you find this?”
“Down river, sir,” he explained, vaguely gesturing to the roaring stream past the market. “My friend, the fishman found his nets. All fish in there, dead.”
I turned to my assistant. “Aster, can you verify?” She nodded, slipped a leather glove off her hands and reached out into the ether.
She was a Canary- that’s what we in the artifact business call those with heightened senses, those with powers of the interesting kind. She began to shiver and I laid out a hand on her shoulder as her eyes started to roll back- I feared for her every time she reached out.
“Yeah, it’s legitimate all right- not of this world.” She closed her eyes, sighing. “And he’s telling the truth.”
I nodded to the shopkeeper. “How much for the er, magic sphere?”
He thought, not entirely sure what to make of it. “Five hundred dollars?”
I could get a better deal. “Three hundred.”
“Four-fifty.”
That was acceptable. “Deal!” And I slid out my wallet and handed over cash. He seemed happy, and handed me the still-hot sphere. I nodded to him, and the two of us headed back out into the rain.
The moment the water hit the sphere it hissed and smoke trawled out. “Agh!” I yelped, the metal suddenly turning boiling-hot. It fell, and steam poured from the ground.
Aster, gloves on held it. “How much do you think we can sell this one for?”
There were a few clients I had in mind. World governments, for one, charged more than they really needed to for alien artifacts. A representative from the U.S Department of Defense was a client I could easily phone.
So I thought. “A few thousand,” I assured. “Worth the trip here.”
Me, Aster, and my bodyguard (where had he gone?) had traveled to the market to seek out old artifacts. Aster, with her ability, would sense if these artifacts were objects of the interesting kind, and we’d buy them from the clueless merchants.
Then we’d turn right back around and sell them to shady rich people for a more than decent profit.
It was an easy game, save for the fact that self-proclaimed artifact bounty hunters were after us and the fact that handling cursed artifacts without proper precaution could just as easily wipe us (and bystanders.) off the map.
A clean cut man with dirtied hair and ripped clothes raced up to me. “Hey boss,” it was Matt, and with someone in tow, gripped tightly by the collar. “This guy says he knows you.”
I looked at the fiery redheaded man with odd, dark tinted glasses beside him. “I don’t.” I looked at the man more carefully. “Nope, and Matt- release him.”
Matt did so and the guy fell to the floor. He picked himself up and extended a hand. “My name is Quincy Kieni,” he pointed to the sphere Aster was holding, “and uh, that sphere belongs to me.” I looked at him in confusion. He scratched his chin. “Okay, not really- but I was about to buy that.”
I shook my head. “Well you can’t have it.”
He sighed and started to wave his hands rather eccentrically. “Well, I’ll pay you double!” He began to rant now, “You don’t understand how important that is. You tourists don’t realize that-”
“Okay,” I cut him off. “What’s so good about this?”
“You’re not going to believe me,” he continued, “but it’s an alien artifact. Debris from a crashed ship east of here. Now, I’ll pay double-”
Aster laughed at his words. “Yeah, we kinda already know that.” He stopped and saw the gloves. “We’re in the artifact underworld, you?”
He nodded- then tried to seize the sphere. Matt caught him again. “Okay, fine,” he hissed. “Can I at least propose a deal?”
This was getting tedious. “What deal?”
He cleared his throat dramatically. “For the past week-” he coughed, cutting himself off. Matt gave me a look, “I’ve heard rumors of a fallen meteorite east of here messing with phones, electronics, et cetera-et cetera.” I wondered where his rumors came from. “Also according to some Company scanners I stole- anyway.”
“Whoa!” I snapped. “You stole Company scanners? Not cool!” The Company were the people after us- those who stole artifacts for themselves in order to keep the world ‘safe’.
And getting in their way mostly led to death. “That’s not the important part,” he mused. “Look, I know they’re doing recovery somewhere nearby-” he pointed to the sphere. “I can put together a spell or something and track down the rest of the ship.”
I saw what he wanted then. “You want to work together.”
He nodded shyly. “I’ll locate the spaceship. We get in and out.” He gestured to his little messenger bag. “I got a list of spells in there. Invisibility, Bloomshape, Sanctified…”
Joining forces with the strange little magician would definitely put more Company men on our trail. However, recovering more artifacts for ourselves could net me enough money from my contact at the DoD to essentially bribe our way out of any Company trouble.
I sighed heavily. “Okay, you got a deal.” Matt released him, and for the second time he fell, splashing mud all over us.
Quincy Kieni, as it turned out, was not good at magic at all. The first three attempts to cast a location spell on the artifact ended in a series of sparks, fires, and explosions, each time worse than the last.
“Not to worry,” he seethed, “seventh times the charm!” At least he was right about that one.
Black smoky lines erupted from the sphere and pointed us east, cutting across hills and roads.
So we began the journey walking and splashing in the rain, the short fiery magician leading us forwards, whistling a tune to himself so annoyingly I considered cutting off the deal.
Matt walked beside him, making sure he didn’t pull any tricks. I and Aster walked behind, eyeing our surroundings for safety.
At a certain point Aster began to shiver. Not from the rain but- “We’re getting close,” she noted. “It’s not all debris-” she reached out into the ether and froze, “-Company Men- and- something else.”
I asked her if she could tell what it was. She couldn’t. The journey continued, and the boisterous Quincy started to the quiet, now muttering the tune underneath his breath.
And over a hill and through the brush we saw it. A river, cutting through rocky hills in a small unassuming valley.
And there it was, large and looming. A great metal disc, pulsing with energy and symbols that glowed against the rain. Smoke churned out as water reacted with the metal- just as the sphere had done.
All around the crashed ship were people. Explorers sent from the Company, bagging artifacts, taking photographs and even loading off large pieces of the ship itself into trucks coming and going.
They marched with urgency as the rushing waters eroded the ship, more and more parts of it being washed away.
“Well,” Quincy murmured, “this is a larger operation than I thought they’d send.”
I squinted. “Look-” I pointed to something like a chair being brought out. A dead body, short, gray, and clearly non-human lay dead on it, “a gray.”
It’s dead, large eyes, black as night looked eerily at us, sending a chill down my spine. “That’ll fetch a price,” Matt noted. This was true- corpses, though we never had the chance to recover one, sold at astronomically high prices, pun intended.
Quincy seemed to disagree. “But think of the blood in that thing,” he mused. “So many different applications to science. Cancer, the Flu, Covid…”
“For a magician,” Aster joked, “you seem to care a lot about science.”
I silenced them. “And we better get in there before they take all of that loot away.” I turned to our newfound magician. “So do your thing. Invisibility?”
He reached into his bag and whipped out a phone, opening an app and observing a photograph of a spellbook. “Well, see,” he nervously began, “I don’t exactly know that one.” I looked at him rather angrily. “But I can make them think we’re one of them?”
I sighed. “That’ll do.” That in fact, as we would find out soon enough, wouldn’t do.
The man read out the words and waved his hands eccentrically, and gold lines surrounded us like snakes, swirling around us. “Done.” And then he started to race down the rocky hill.
“Matt, keep an eye on him.” He nodded and went after the magician.
Aster and I followed, entering the camp and nodding to the clueless agents. We went into a tent, found a couple of powerful devices and pocketed them into our bag- one enchanted to fit in an unknown number of items.
We made sure not to take anything that looked particularly dangerous. Or important enough.
“The grey-” I remembered, “do you think we can?”
We observed the men transporting the body onto a truck. “Too well guarded.”
A woman came up to us, a look of annoyance in her face. “You two!” she snapped. “Stop idling about and get to work!”
The spell held, though the lines seemed to waver. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied. “Where to?”
She gestured. “We need more people inside the ship.”
I nodded and we headed off, the lines now starting to vibrate. This was not good. Her eyes were on us, and we quickly entered the alien ship before she saw through our deception.
The inside was definitely larger than the outside. It had seemed relatively small on the outside, enough to carry maybe a crew of four, or five.
But the inside was ginormous. It was a maze of halls crawling with Company Agents scanning and scraping samples of highly reactive metal.
Aster tugged at me, and we found a room deeper in. “Something’s here,” she whispered.
“Hey!” a voice shouted. “That area hasn’t been deconned.”
“We’ll uh, handle it,” I lied. The agent handed us a mask and we put it on, entering the room and closing the door behind us.
“Woah,” Aster gasped, shining a flashlight onto the room. It was some sort of… morgue. Dead alien bodies, oddly humanoid and gray, now decaying sat on tables across the room, some cut up, some still preserved, pristine and glimmering in an unknown yellow liquid.
I felt an odd sense of fear- and being watched by something hidden inside the room, watching with deep, bulbous black eyes.
The door opened behind us, and a woman with stark blue hair walked in. “Woah is right,” she agreed, spraying a bottle of something into the air. “What designation are you from?” She looked at us intently, and the spell started to drift. “Do you even have clearance to be in this deep?”
I looked at Aster in confusion, then back at her. “We, uh, got sent here by the woman in charge.”
The lines surrounding us started to vanish. “I need to see ID Tags-” she squinted as us- “now!” That was the moment the spell broke. Her brow furrowed and- “Intruder!” she shouted, “we’ve got artifact-”
Aster reached out and scrambled her mind. She fell, dazed. I heard the rumblings of people approaching. “Damn it!”
We backed into the morgue, the dead almost staring at us, wondering what would happen next. I shoved a table onto the door, and the agents of the other side started to knock.
“What-” the door started to open, “now-”
A uniformed man entered the room, saw us and started firing, bullets hitting the wall beneath us. They began to enter shooting as we hid behind a counter, firing back.
That was when the first man screamed.
Something leaped from the shadows slashing the man and pouncing off, leaving him bloodied and terrified. He fired around and screamed as it leaped back, falling to the floor, dead.
I dared a peek- claw marks, stab wounds. “We’ve got a live gray!” a second agent yelled. Radio chatter. “Non-lethals- the boss wants it alive!”
This was good news for us. A tranq dart would at least keep us alive- though spending time in a prison was not so good. On the other hand, more agents were coming down the halls, ready to seize the alien.
That’s when I had the plan. “Aster- this just might work, but-” I told her the plan.
She nodded and began to reach into the ether. Across us, the agents fired at shadows in darkness- there were two of them, fighting back. Agents started to be lifted into the air, carried by an unknown psychic and tossed aimlessly.
Then one of the Greys darted at us, and stopped. It bared claws and teeth sharp as knives and I grew scared for a moment.
But the plan had worked. Aster reached into its mind and- “A deal!” she whispered, harsh. She turned to me. “Let’s go!”
Temporarily, at least- they were on our side.
There were three, I realized, and we began to fight our way out. The agents started to retreat, overpowered by the surprise. The Greys led the way, and I headed out.
The hall ahead of us was clear, and in the midst of the confusion we quickly exited the craft. Outside was another mess though, and Quincy and Matt were shot and hid, spells cast, bullets deflected.
A Grey snarled and leaped at them. “Matt, Quincy!” I shouted. “Let’s get outta here!”
We were being surrounded. “The truck!” Matt shouted back, starting to back towards a truck loaded with artifacts. “I hotwired the truck!”
We ran, avoiding all we could. A bullet just barely grazed me and I yelped as I reached the truck. The others followed suit, climbing inside and I started it up- and so did the three extraterrestrials.
“Go, go!” Quincy shouted. “Should’ve-” the window shattered and a bullet hole emerged in the leather behind me, “made a Plan B.”
I hit the gas and charged forwards, knocking a tent over and spilling it’s contents. There was an explosion behind us, and suddenly, we were out of the hills and into fresh road.
Distracted by whatever chaos we had sown, they didn’t give chase. And it was smooth sailing from then; we headed into a little campground a little to the west, and stopped.
We got out, and cheered. The three aliens looked at oddly and seemed to nod, understanding. One had been shot and lay dying, leaking odd yellow from it. The two spoke words in a chittering sort of way to the third as it died.
It passed, breath leaving our world. The two stared at us with bulbous eyes and leaped into the trees, leaving us with the corpse of the third.
“So,” Quincy started, “that went rather well.”
“Are you insane?” Matt snapped. “We almost died.”
I shook my head. “But we got some great loot here,” reminding the two. “And we got…” I stared at the corpse, “that. It’ll pay off some of our debts and fetch a good profit for us all.”
“Ah, his share?” Aster inquired. “That spell was barely effective.”
The magician seemed nervous at that. “Well, I was actually thinking of another prize.” Oh dear. What more was he going to ask for? “You all seem like experienced people,” he pointed out. “What if I join you?”
“No!” we all shouted. He ended up joining us anyway. We did need a magician, and a rather useless one was better than none at all.
The alien artifacts- especially the corpse fetched a high price on the market. We, soon, were overflowing in cash. Sure, we didn’t know what our clients- much less the government was going to do with it.
But at the end of the day that didn’t matter. Our job was done, and we lived to see another day. Such was life in the world of the artifact underground- it’s really the small things that matter- the knowledge that you, at least, would live to see another day.
And that, by me, was okay.

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Ok, I’m gonna go through how I’ve been able to be more confident and just have more luck with girls.
Honestly the biggest thing is be a good person, don’t be a dick. A lot of dudes I’ve seen walk around thinking their crap doesn’t stink, think they’re “the man.” Don’t do this guys. Be humble, and always put others before yourself. The right girls will come. And don’t do this just to get girls, do it because YOU want too. Don’t help that old lady lift her groceries when there’s a hot girl around, do it anyway, even if you don’t get recognition. That’s all more life advice, but always be “good”, be someone people can rely on.
Next thing might be controversial, but start working out and getting in shape if you aren’t already. What I’ve noticed is outside of the obvious physical benefits, if girls see you’re fit and committed to a gym routine. They’ll know you’re more likely to be ride or die with them, and be committed.
Don’t be afraid to be yourself. Most girls I’ve liked have appreciated me being honest about my super geeky interests. So whatever you enjoy don’t be afraid to hide it, sports, comics, anime, warhammer painting, anything honestly. The right girl will not care and will find it endearing.
Finally, make the first move. She’ll appreciate it, and know you’re truly interested in her. So if you catch her glance and smile at each other, just walk over there. Make sure you ask for a number or social if there’s a good connection. And you’re set.
And remember, if it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out. There are always other girls, regardless if it takes 2 months or 2 years to find someone new.
Alright that’s just my two cents. But if you’re a good person, and take care of yourself you shouldn’t have problems. Good luck fellas, and I’d love to get feedback from the gals on if any of this applies irl. Thanks!

So, I wanted to get my TV in my bedroom to watch Avatar 2: The Way of The Water because it was too hot outside. I thought of using these DIY wheels which are meant to be placed under the heavy furniture and move it. Well, I did exactly that. But when I started to move the TV table from one side, the wheels from the other side slipped away, causing the glass top to slip and fall along with the TV straight to the floor.
The TV now has a tiny crack and a small white spot on the TV. And I just bought it 5 months ago. If only I had gotten a AC in the outside room, I wouldn't have hade to move the TV inside due to the hot weather. And now, I might be having to waste a lot of to money to get this fixed or just use it like this. Quite a horrible feeling this is. I kept saying to myself to call someone to help me, but I was being too prideful and this resulted in this. What a wonderful morning this is gonna be after finding out the costs.
TL;DR: Moved TV table with glass top with DIY wheels, wheels slipped out, everything slipped and fell to the ground. Glass top shattered and TV has a crack and white spot now.

I want to find a friend who I can talk to and listen about each other’s lives. I want this to be a mutual thing. You talk and I talk. So only reach out if you will put in the effort. I’m from the US, so if you’re from another country, make sure your schedule matches mine. Otherwise, don’t reach out, it will be difficult and I don’t want that.
Also, texting is convenient and something we could do to stay in touch, but we also need to add calls to the mix. I don’t want to hear that you need to know me first.
MUST BE OKAY WITH CALLS. I’m not making anyone message me and do calls. That’s your choice, but if you do reach out it’s because you’re going to be doing calls with me :) And I don’t mean share numbers, we can talk on an app.
I enjoy walks and being out in the sun, now that the weather is getting warmer.
I’m 31, probably too old for some of you. I’m single. I don’t have children. I’m in a good spot but just need that connection with people because I lack social skills.
Don’t reach out if you’re married or in a relationship it’s just awkward. You know exactly why it’s awkward, if you don’t then I definitely don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to hear about your marital/relationship problems because I’m not going to share any.
If the times below don’t work for you or you won’t be able to talk through these times then it won’t work, so DO NOT reach out.
I’m in MST, USA. I wake up at 5am Monday to Friday and 6am on weekends. I sleep around 11pm each night. I would like it if we could talk throughout the day and start and end our days together.
Thanks. Send me a CHAT REQUEST if you want to try this. Include your location and in your own words tell me what you are looking for or I will not reply. I will NOT respond to messages or comments, ONLY CHAT.
I also have other forms of communication if that works best for you.

I want to find a friend who I can talk to and listen about each other’s lives. I want this to be a mutual thing. You talk and I talk. So only reach out if you will put in the effort. I’m from the US, so if you’re from another country, make sure your schedule matches mine. Otherwise, don’t reach out, it will be difficult and I don’t want that.
Also, texting is convenient and something we could do to stay in touch, but we also need to add calls to the mix. I don’t want to hear that you need to know me first.
MUST BE OKAY WITH CALLS. I’m not making anyone message me and do calls. That’s your choice, but if you do reach out it’s because you’re going to be doing calls with me :) And I don’t mean share numbers, we can talk on an app.
I enjoy walks and being out in the sun, now that the weather is getting warmer.
I’m 31, probably too old for some of you. I’m single. I don’t have children. I’m in a good spot but just need that connection with people because I lack social skills.
Don’t reach out if you’re married or in a relationship it’s just awkward. You know exactly why it’s awkward, if you don’t then I definitely don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to hear about your marital/relationship problems because I’m not going to share any.
If the times below don’t work for you or you won’t be able to talk through these times then it won’t work, so DO NOT reach out.
I’m in MST, USA. I wake up at 5am Monday to Friday and 6am on weekends. I sleep around 11pm each night. I would like it if we could talk throughout the day and start and end our days together.
Thanks. Send me a CHAT REQUEST if you want to try this. Include your location and in your own words tell me what you are looking for or I will not reply. I will NOT respond to messages or comments, ONLY CHAT.
I also have other forms of communication if that works best for you.