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my own human as space orc bit by Mumby on alternatehistory forum

2020.10.25 06:36 BassoeG my own human as space orc bit by Mumby on alternatehistory forum

A short story originally written and posted here by Mumby on alternatehistory forum. I requested and received permission to crosspost it here.

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Dendar A'nosstrian had never left his homeworld. There had never been any need. He had been born on the same luxurious estate he had lived in all his life, the same estate his progenitors had been born in for generations. His life had been a lengthy string of lazy sun dappled afternoons in the mico-orchards, winter retreats to a mountainous fastness where he could enjoy the thin air, trips to hive to attend functions and debutante balls. All the while the business of, well, business had been carried out by the enormous computer banks buried beneath his manse's foundations. The computer managed his family's numerous investments, carrying out acquisitions, negotiating with competitors and partners, even ensuring his refigerators never emptied, all without needing to seek Dendar's approval or even his curiosity. Dendar had only a dim idea of exactly what the extent of the A'nosstrian business empire was, and he didn't really care to know much more than that.
And then, his serene detachment from his livelihood ended. With a phone call of all things. The computer was responsible for its own maintenance and upgrades, but there had been no need to replace its means of communication with its master for at least a couple of centuries. An ancient receiver had sat in its cradle in a neglected corner of a disused office, until it rang. Dendar had never heard it ring before, though his father had explained its function to him before his passing. He had allowed it to ring for a two days before answering. He had gathered his extended family, all those who were dependants of the A'nosstrian estate. In a room far from the sound of the phone's insistent ringing, he had discussed whether or not he should answer the call or not. Perhaps the computer was merely malfunctioning - a worry to be sure, but the machine was old and such things were not unheard of. There would only be the matter of organising an insurance claim and a reinstallation, but such things were well-prepared in advance. But then, what if the call was genuine? Then it would really be serious - the computer only needed to seek owner approval in very specific, extremely risky situations.
The conclusion was that the riches of the A'nosstrians were such that a mere phone call, no matter how unprecedented, could not be ignored. And so he had answered. He had walked to the mouldering study that had last been used by a distant great-great-grandfather or some such, lifted the receiver from its cradle and slotted the device into a metallic groove below his left ear plate - a cybernetic interface usually used at parties. Immediately a string of computer language flooded silently into his cranium, an unintelligible stream of meaningless numbers that suddenly arranged themselves into feelings and then into words.
USER: DENDAR A'NOSSTRIAN VERIFYING CEREBRAL IMPRINT... ... ... CONFIRMED ACCESS GRANTED NEURAL-CYBERNETIC LINK WITH A'NOSSTRIAN SHIPPING AND ACQUISITIONS CENTRAL PROCESSING AND COORDINATION MAINFRAME ESTABLISHED
The computer had then made things clear. The fact was that the company's finances had taken an extremely hard knock in the last year - the cause of which was that a string of lucrative acquisitions had recently become residents of a warzone. The computer had tried to mitigate the losses but at every turn something had gone wrong. It's last resort had been to try and sell the compromised assets, but this had proven impossible. After a great deal of number crunching, which Dendar realised explained why the the manse's thermostats had unaccountably raised the temperature of the house by three degrees two months previous, the computer had come to the conclusion that the only remaining option was to proactively push the warzone away from the property so that renovation could take place.
It had then sought out contractors for the job. But few professionals seemed interested - they asked for prices that would leave the company in a worse position than if they simply left the property to rot, or the computer had difficulty verifying their credentials, or they were bought out by their competitors who were more than happy to see the A'nosstrians be hung out to dry. Only one group had fit the bill in the end - being an economical purchase, having verifiable references, and refusing the offers of the competitors. They did have a condition however, and this was the cause for the computer's call.
They wanted to meet their employer and agree the terms in person.
This seemed bizarre to Dendar. That these professionals could have such credentials as the ones which flooded silently behind his lens sockets, and refuse to entertain the entreaties of the competitors, and still insist on an archaic face-to-face meeting was unbelievable. He had ordered a diagnostic on the computer, but the results were clean. The contractors insisted on a meeting.
And that was how he found himself on a shuttle headed for a disreputable and nameless moon. The airless surface glittered with iridescent multi-coloured lights and crazy, disordered structures, as he peered out of the window. He gulped, and his gills shivered in anticipation. This place was a diplomatic loophole - no law was enforced here except what its proprietors chose to enforce. It was pirate's haven, the last refuge of the damned and the never-blessed. For the hundredth time, felt doubt flood his cortex. He suppressed the sensation - an organic, fallible impulse. The data the computer had fed to him was not so afflicted, he knew that this was the only outcome which would result in the A'nosstrians retaining their fortune.
The shuttle was greeted by Pelghe M'nastrun, an employee of A'nosstrian who essentially acted as a kind of corporate diplomat. Dendar could tell how Pelghe's gills shivered - she had never expected to meet her ultimate employer. It was virtually unknown. Dendar adjusted his vestments, hoping they conveyed the appropriate grandeur, before stepping off the shuttle. Pelghe prostrated herself as soon as he appeared, head touching the floor. She remained like that until Dendar told her to rise. The words sounded strange, or rather the tone of command felt strange. The true mark of power in his society was never needing to utter a command at all.
'Your Potency.' Pelghe quavered as she rose. She met his gaze momentarily, then averted it. 'I apologise, I did not mean...' Dendar waved a frond.
'Do not concern yourself.' he intoned, with all the stately gravitas he could muster. 'These environs are not the place for courtly etiquette. Let us do our business, and do it without drawing matters out.' Pelghe visibly relaxed and together they made their way out of the well-ordered hangar into the considerably less organised web of pressurised tubes that comprised the wildcat colony.
Waiting for them at the doorway to the hangar was an escort of automated soldiers - they stood a head taller than either Dendar, and he found himself impressed by the smoothness of their movements, the chromed allure of their armour-plate, and the eye-catching weaponry slung beneath their shoulders. Dendar knew that there must be a reason, the computer would not have overlooked something so obvious, but he could not help voicing his query.
'Why can't we just purchase a score or two of this automatons? They certainly appear up to the task.' he asked. Pelghe flinched, as if she hadn't been expecting him to speak, and then peered at their escort as if only just noticing them.
'The look impressive, yes. But they make better bodyguards than soldiers.' She raised a frond and grazed her scalp with it. 'They are too confined by their programming, they can't adapt. Pound for pound, they aren't worth the investment compared to organic soldiery.' Her words reminded Dendar of what he had meant to ask - the computer had given him little information on the contractors who were so keen to meet him, or rather it had given him a great deal of information that made sense as bar graphs, but not very much that was actually tangible.
'What do you know about these... humans?' the word sounded strange and he couldn't help grimacing, worried that he had mispronounced it. If he had, Pelghe didn't seem to notice.
'I'm afraid I don't know much. What I can tell you, is they are big.' she looked at him seriously, but carefully avoided meeting his gaze. She still hadn't quite recovered from that faux pas then, despite his reassurance. He waved a frond dismissively.
'I'm aware that they are well beyond our standard deviation of size. What can you tell me about them, as people?' He didn't say what he was actually thinking - why do they need to meet me?
'Well... I don't suppose you know about their First Contact?'
'There was something... but I think it was classified?' Dendar felt a pulse of disquiet shiver through him. The details of the species' First Contact event hadn't concerned him, he had merely skimmed the vital statistics.
'There's a very good reason for that - but its essentially an open secret out here. Humans themselves don't stop talking about it.' she sighed heavily. 'You've heard about the Netherling Hive?'
'Yyyes...' he replied uncertainly. 'They were considered a threat to the entire Galactic North in my great-great-grandfather's time. Until,' he hesitated, 'until their central hive fleet was destroyed, the Netherlings plunged into civil war, and their species scattered to the nine winds.' He stopped and looked at Pelghe. There was a whirring of servos as their escort halted. 'That wasn't... it can't...'
'It was and they could.' Pelghe stated simply. She avoided his gaze, but she had dropped her submissive tone.
'But how-'
'That's classified.' she interrupted, waving a frond dismissively. 'The humans tell a lot of contradictory stories, and there's no official account available. Some say they crashed an asteroid into the "mothership", some say they created some kind of technological virus that triggered a self-destruct mechanism, and others say they sacrificed hundreds of thousands of fighters in order to use a super-weapon. I've found the more you press them on it, the more likely you are to attract more humans attention and they'll get to arguing about it.'
She turned and started walking again, and Dendar hurried after her. It wasn't exactly rare for a First Contact event to be a violent one - but it was difficult to credit that a pre-faster-than-light-technology species had managed to defeat a threat to the galaxy. He wasn't surprised it was classified, even if it was public knowledge, no-one would believe it.
They turned a corner, and before them was a pair of pressurised doors that towered above them, well above even the height of the automated bodyguards. A smaller pair of doors was set into them. Pelghe tapped a keypad with a frond and the small doors slid open, and together they slipped inside.
The first thing that assailed Dendar was the smell. It was stench of heat and moisture, an animal musk that nearly brought tears to his eyes. Shaking his head, he remembered the informational material he had read in the shuttle and against his instincts he took deep breaths through his gills. The sensory assault diminished as he acclimatised to the odour and he looked about him. Pelghe was looking at his sympathetically, standing before a table, the legs of which were taller than the bodyguards. That was rectified in a moment as their quadrupedal limbs stretched out until they towered over Dendar and Pelghe.
The table was set in the middle of a common room, which was haphazardly decorated with pieces of parchment, ceramics and what appeared to be a vast quantity of primitive metal weapons the length of one of Dendar's fronds. Sat at the table were ten humans. Dendar's familiarisation with the standard deviation of human physical parameters had not quite prepared him for the spectacle of actually seeing them. They were, to put it simply, enormous. Dendar was considered tall on his homeworld, but he barely came up to the shortest human's knee joint.
They had thick leathery hide, undisguised by feathers, and he felt a vague sense of revulsion watching them move, muscle and bone visibly shifting under the surface of the skin. Instead of delicate fronds that enormous muscular forelimbs, ending in surprisingly gracile manipulators. Nevertheless, as he watched, one of the humans used those manipulators to tear apart the limb of some unfortunate creature it was eating. Without flinching it turned the dead limb's joint in the opposite direction of its intended use and with a sickening pop the bones separated from cartilage. Dendar felt a little dizzy. Pelghe moved to his side and led him to a raising chair which would bring him up to their height at the table. So I can see them better, he thought, with horrifying clarity. He didn't want to see them better. He'd seen more than enough.
In closer proximity, he could see all manner of horrifying details. The rows of glistening white fangs set in hungry red maws, the bristling manes that projected from their scalps and faces, the body modifications that glinted from lips and nostrils, and were smeared across shoulders, chests, necks, indeed any suitably flat area of skin. They took great gulps of the air, into chests that rose and fell like drums whose skin was stretched across bone. Detaching himself from the spectacle, he could see why these humans might have a reputation.
A couple were sat at the opposite end of the table, Dendar presumed they were a male and female given the sexual dimorphism displayed by the differing lengths of their manes. He hadn't really looked into human reproduction - it wasn't relevant. He also presumed they were the leaders, not because of any specific physical attributes as Dendar's own species - as an alpha he had developed a characteristic throat pouch when he reached maturity. No, their seniority was indicated by their attire. All of the other wore simple black armoured vestments that left their arms exposed, but were covered in numerous clips and buckles. The two leaders wore glittering shoulder pads that Dendar presumed indicated rank. The one Dendar assumed was male slid a thick metallic disk across the table, so it reached a midway point. There was a click and then a low hum that Dendar acclimatised to as quickly as the unwelcome smell of humanity.
'I hear you don't often meet with your employers. That seems a little strange to me.' said the male, the disk making his words intelligible. He bared his teeth, and his mate roared expansively. The rest of the humans joined in and Dendar stiffened. An animal instinct told him he was in danger, perhaps this entire meeting had been a ruse. Pelghe reassured him with a twitch of her fronds.
'They are happy, that's just the sound they make when they are pleased.' she whispered. Dendar shivered. It was somewhat reassuring to know that, but he couldn't stop looking at those rows of teeth shining hungrily at him.
'It may seem strange to you, but the reverse is very much strange to my people.' he said hesitantly. 'I have to say I don't really understand what you need to agree with me that could not be settled by my computer.'
'We are in a very specific business, A'nosstrian. We have worked with denizens of the Ur'lissken Consortium before, or at least with their intermediaries.' The male grabbed his mate by the chin and twisted, revealing an ugly mass of scar tissue that stretched from the right ear to the base of the left side of the neck. 'John barely escaped with his life.' Dendar's gills curled with confusion. Did the manes not indicate their sex? How confounding.
'I can assure that my family would never do anything disreputable.'
'They all say that, until they do.' the person Dendar had assumed was male rose from their seat and began walking around the table, behind the backs of their soldiers. 'My understanding is [UNINTELLIGIBLE] company is in pretty dire [UNINTELLIGIBLE] financially. Otherwise you wouldn't [UNINTELLIGIBLE] a mercenary crew and intervene in someone else's war.' They had been walking in and out of the translation field, and occasionally their words had given way to strange stacatto cackles that Dendar guessed was the human's native speech. They drew up to Dendar and met his gaze, as if they were equals. The human eyes were astonishing, at least three different colours were present and a dozen shades of those besides. Dendar found himself transfixed. 'Those are precisely the conditions under which someone might do something disreputable.' Their words were delivered on a wave of hot, moist breath that smelled of cooked flesh and vegetables.
'I come bearing guarantees.' he parted his vestments and drew out a multi-faceted cube that rested comfortable in his fronds. He passed it to the human, who held it between two of their digits. They regarded it in quiet fascination for a moment.
'What is it?' they said.
'It is a kind of transmitter. Your payment has already been reserved, and without a signal from that transmitter, my computer is incapable of spending that money. On completion of the job, with permission granted by myself, yourself and whatever neutral party we agree upon, the funds will be immediately transferred to your account. If I betray you, I lose your payment.' Dendar could feel his throat pouch swelling in anticipation and took a moment to calm himself. 'And in circumstances such as mine, I cannot afford such disreputable behaviour.'
'I will need to have this checked.' the human replied gravely.
'Of course. I would expect nothing less.'
The human passed the cube to a compatriot who hurried off, their feet thudding heavily on the floor. Then they flashed those predatory fangs again.
'Until then, we won't move a muscle. But I like you, A'nosstrian. For now at least, the Roughnecks are yours to command.'
The humans round the table roared again, their heads thrown back and their throats pulsing with what Pelghe had told him was a sign of them being pleased. Dendar chose to take comfort in that.
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2020.10.24 04:08 granthinton Incomplete - Part 2

Part one.
I gave up after another search of the scene. There was no letter. Not like the first time. I watched them carry Laura away thinking about her poor children. The murderer had broken another family.
But why?
Was I missing something? Did the person responsible only want to kidnap my son? Was Waters’s death a distraction to achieving that? But why take a heart from a heart op female?
I couldn’t get my head around those facts as the car sped down the road. The roads were a blur until we pulled into my cul-de-sac. 2am and the bedroom light was still on. Not a good sign. That meant Julie was at the bottle again. Sure enough as I step through the door a triad of abuse sailed from the staircase.
“IT'S YOUR FAULT, YOU BASTARD!
Fending off her blows, which wasn’t easy, I made my way to the kitchen. Julie followed close behind still shouting obscenities. I tried fighting off the feeling of hatred to the women that once held my heart, but it was so damn hard. It’s like she been taken over by this banshee. Julie’s transformation from grieving mother to broken drunk was almost complete. Almost, because I didn’t want to truly believe it.
She rattles around me in half her bedclothes. It’s like she attempted to get changed but got too drunk by the time she needed to put on her bottoms.
“It’s yyyyour fault. Youuu and that bloodyyy job. If youuu weren't a cop, Xander would still be here!”
“Go put some clothes on,” I shout back, working around her hanging my coat and stalking to the kitchen. I’m dying for a cup of tea and some peace and quiet. But Julie’s screams stop that.
“You fucking prick!” She beat at my chest. I lose control. The back of my hand stops her short. I’ve never slapped her before. I feel my rage turn to shame. Looking into her teary eyes reminds me of the women beneath the alcohol.
I fucked up, again.
She runs from the room.
I listen to the stomping of stairs, the slam of a door and the squeak of the bed springs. My head falls to my chest, and shame follows me to my office.
For some reason, after Xander was kidnapped from school, Julie wanted CCTV installed into the house. I don’t know why? All that was left in the house was worthless without Xander. The obsession over the cameras took up a week of her life until the bottle replaced it. Now it was just another thing that was forgotten about. A bit like me.
At my work chair I shuffle around tidying things that didn’t need tidying. I’ve felt this way since my golden handshake. I’m not needed anymore but so full of rage that I can’t sit still. This house, this office reminds me of my past and I don’t like it.
Certificates hang on the walls, a medal in a glass frame that I got from rescuing some kid from his suicidal father sits in a glass case at the back of a shelf. My life had meaning once. Once I did good and helped others. Now, I couldn’t even help my own family. The depression sinks back in. The tea, hot and sweet, just how I like it, is a small comfort in times like this.
I don’t know why I checked the cameras but when I do I notice a blip on the day line. The cameras recorded something around 10pm tonight. The video fires up when I click it and I nearly drop my tea cup when it plays. I press my face closer to the monitor, my throat frozen. I fight back the tears. There is no mistaking the boy on the recording. Xander was at our front door not too long ago.
For some stupid reason I run to the door and fling it open. But he isn’t there. Just as quickly I run back and watch it again. Xander, his hand covered in a bandage, slips a letter under the door and then stops. His eyes are red from crying, and he has a tightness in his shoulder only fear can give.
My boy is scared, and I think I know why. Xander looks behind him. He fights some invisible fight, torn between the comfort of his home and the person controlling him. When his hand raises to knock on the door, his head flicks around as if someone calls him. The next second he’s gone.
I fold up like an old seaside deckchair. My mind shut down and emotions take over. My tears are hot, wet and never ending.
Why didn’t he knock? Julie would have saved him and we could have all been back together again.
Minutes turn by as I sit on the floor of my office in a crumbled mess. The computer hums, sounds of the night invade the room and I sit like an old, washed up fool. Suddenly two things dawn on me at once. One, my baby boy is alive, and two, he slipped something under the door.
For the second time, I run to the door. I hadn’t seen it when I came in because of Julie’s assault. I pull the yellow letter out from under the front door mat with a shaking hand.
It’s the same paper as before. Crinkled, yellow and smelling of mould. I opened it and read:
Dear detective,
It's strange that I haven’t seen you, so I sent your beloved. If you’re wondering, there is another of his fingers waiting on your step. Never underestimate that I will continue to chop him up.
If you want to avenge him you have to find me. But how can you do that, when yourselves can’t find the bodies? The two you’ve missed add to my collection nicely. But, I will help you find them. I’m not careless, I can’t have you leave them in their artistic poses.
That is your first clue, Detective. Do with it what you may. Xander is such a good boy. He is helping me to ready my artistic work. But it won’t be complete until you are here.
The body the detective found wasn’t really for him. He may have earned my wrath. We will see if he gets in the way again. He can’t help of course, that’s against the rules.
Now, a clue to the other bodies.
With God you can unload, where no souls tread. My letter can break codes, but for now, dread.
He shines in darkness, she in the light. Find one at it’s centre and one at your height.
I hope that helps. I’ve always found written words hold more power for me. These letters will also help drive your vengeance. Oh, how I want you angry, John. All I want you to feel is lt. I want it to drive you to know the pain like it’s mine. To feel it in every breath like I do, Detective. It dominates me.
I do hope you find the bodies before anyone else. It’s only fitting. I will be immensely cross if that doesn’t happen. If it does happen, well, I’ll repay whoever is so stupid. Even that detective.
My collection is getting big. Xander says it’s scary, but I think it’s perfection. Only one more part left, John. The last one is a big one. I’ll just have to pray to the Lord.
N.
The letter crumbles in my hand. I know where one of the bodies is. The abandoned church near Xander’s school. It seems fitting, it’s near enough to be insulting to both me and Xander, and depraved enough for the sick bastard as well.
The religious words in both letters make me believe he’s somehow warped by his faith, but in my experience most of these types of cases are with the aid of religious influences.
A religious nut, that’s all I need.
I reach for my phone and dial Rowland.
The letter told me where I could also find the body within the church. At the centre of all Churches is the cross. My hunch is, all I need to find is the biggest one and I’ll find the body. What I don’t get is the part of the letter about my height.
Rowland answers on the third ring.
“What’s up?” His voice cracks with the drone of the road, that means he isn't home yet.
Jackpot.
“I’ve got something. Meet me at the old church on Taymount Rise,” I don’t wait to hear his reply. I’m already getting my car keys off the hook and opening the door.
I may have moved out of the Forest Hill area when I was twelve, but it will always be a part of my childhood. My mother worked two of the pubs in the town and a restaurant in the mornings. I knew the place like the back of my hand. And I knew the Church too.
The thing was old, like two hundred years or something. Tall, imposing. Made of mortared stone in the old fashion. Strong and unbreakable. Like their faith some will say. I don’t know about that. I don’t have any faith left.
In the darkness it looked as foreboding as a monster’s castle. Thankfully, I didn’t give a shit about monsters and the moon gives off another light to see by. But the torches help where it won’t. The street lights were never good even when I lived here.
Rowland opens the heavy oak door with barely a sound. The interior is shrouded in darkness and smells as hollow as it looks. With the aid of a torch, rubbish and the scattering of once used furniture comes into view. At one point in time squatters had ransacked the place.
We don’t have to look hard to find him. My hunch was right, the cross is the centre of the Church and he’s strapped to it. The man is around twenty years old, his hair was probably blond once but it’s so encrusted with dirt and mud it’s almost black. I can also see he taken two body parts this time. The man’s right leg and left arm. Whatever this fucking weirdo is doing with the parts is anyone’s guess. But I’m guessing it’s not good.
“He must have fought him pretty badly,” Rowland flashes the torch on the scratches up his neck and face. I pick off the woven crown of twigs and cast it at the wall angrily.
“We better call this one in,” I let the torch fall on Rowland’s chest so I don’t blind him.
“We?” I hear the irony in his voice. “I better ring this one in, you better leave. If Monroe turns up and you’re here, he’s gonna have a fucking field day.”
He isn’t wrong.
While Rowland works the perimeter I do a quick search of the body and find another finger. It’s a pinky, and it doesn’t belong to the man.
“That three,” I say, holding it up for Rowland to see. Then I place it in the metal box that holds the others fingers. It fits snugly in my inside pocket much to Rowland’s horror. His disgusted face pisses me off.
“They’re my sons.” I say, barely hiding the strained tension in my voice. Rowland says nothing in return, but instead turns away.
He dials his phone and moves off. It’s the chance I’ve been waiting for. Throughout the whole investigation I’ve hidden the fact that there are letters. I know full well if I tell Monroe or Rowland about them, I won’t see them again. It’s sick to say it, but the letters are like life lines to my son. In some weird way I can’t be apart from them. It’s like they still connect me to Xander.
The letter I find slips into my pocket next to the fingers. I glance up quickly. Rowland’s back is turned. I turn and make my way out the door with the feeling like a ghost is about to jump out on me. A few seconds later and Rowland joins me.
“Ok, Monroe will probably be here first light, but forensics are on the way, that gives you a chance to get out of here,” he pats me on the shoulder.
I forget how long we’ve worked together. I was already a veteran when he got partnered with me. A middle aged fool. Like him, my old partner’s partner was pensioned off when I joined the force. The lucky bastard had a full eleven years of my sorry old ass riding next to his.
“Thanks, Leon. I appreciate it.”
He nods and waves me away. “You just get some rest. If anything else comes up I’ll let you know.”
As I pop the car door to get in, Rowland calls out.
“I forgot to ask, how did you know where to find this body?”
I didn’t think this far ahead.
“Good old police work,” I call, and hope he can’t see through my lie. “And a lucky hunch,” I smile trying to calm my nerves. Luckily, Rowland’s cheeks rise and a non-committed chuckle falls out of his mouth as he turns back to his phone.
I swallow the growing dread inside. I really want to open the letter and see if this one gives any clue to where my son is being held, but I can’t risk it.
Not here.
Not now.
Part 3
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2020.10.23 21:44 coRvid_ice_elation 32 lies in 96 minutes

BIDEN: “[President Trump] did virtually nothing” to combat the coronavirus.
FACT: President Trump took action beginning in January to combat the coronavirus and his Administration has led an unprecedented response to protect American lives.
BIDEN: “And there’s no prospect that there’s going to be a vaccine available for the majority of the American people before the middle of next year.”
FACT: Both the CDC and Dr. Fauci have said a vaccine is possible before the end of 2020.
BIDEN: “I don’t understand why this president is unwilling to take on Putin when he’s actually paying bounties to kill American soldiers in Afghanistan.”
FACT: Top military and intelligence officials have strongly emphasized that the reporting of bounties is completely unproven.
BIDEN: “They’re interfering with American sovereignty and to the best of my knowledge I don’t think the president has said anything to Putin about it.”
FACT: The Obama-Biden Administration’s Secretary of Defense Robert Gates said no one has been tougher on Russia than the Trump Administration.
BIDEN: “[President Trump] has a secret bank account with China.”
FACT: The bank account is neither secret nor President Trump’s.
BIDEN: “When last time he said what he paid he said ‘I only paid that little because I’m smart, I know how to game the system.’”
FACT: President Trump has paid millions of dollars in federal taxes.
​BIDEN: “My son has not made money in terms of this thing about — what are you talking about – China.”
FACT: Hunter Biden attempted to negotiate multiple, lucrative business deals with Chinese partners, and currently has an ownership stake in a Chinese private equity firm.
BIDEN: “What I’d make China do is play by the international rules.”​
FACT: Biden has a history of being soft on China.
BIDEN: “When I met with Xi when I was still Vice President he said we are setting up air identification zones in the South China Sea, you can’t fly through them. I said we are going to fly through them. We just flew B-52 – B1 bombers through it.”
FACT: The Trump Administration, not the Obama-Biden Administration, flew B-1 bombers through China’s air defense identification zone.
BIDEN: “[President Trump’s] never come up with a [health care] plan.”
FACT: President Trump has a health care plan.
BIDEN: “There’s no way he can protect pre-existing conditions, none, zero.”
FACT: President Trump has fought and vowed to protect Americans with pre-existing conditions.
BIDEN: “Not one single person with private insurance would lose their insurance under my plan.”
FACT: Biden’s government-run health plan would crowd out the private insurance that Americans rely on, and Biden broke the same promise when he was Vice President.
BIDEN: “I guess we are going to get the pre-existing condition plan the same time we get the infrastructure plan that we’ve waited since ’17, ’18, ’19, ’20.”
FACT: President Trump released an infrastructure plan more than two years ago, and has repeatedly called on Congress to invest trillions in our infrastructure and included proposals in his budget to do just that.
BIDEN: “Not one single person with private insurance would lose their insurance under my plan nor did they under Obamacare.”
FACT: 4 million Americans lost their health insurance in the first year of Obamacare’s rollout.
BIDEN: “[President Trump] hasn’t done a thing for anybody on health care. Not a thing.”
FACT: This is completely false. President Trump has fought ensure the American people have access to affordable, world class healthcare.
BIDEN: “This is the guy that the actuary of Medicare said if, in fact, of Social Security, if, in fact, he continues to withhold – his plan to withhold the tax on Social Security, Social Security will be bankrupt in – by 2023, with no way to make up for it.”
FACT: This attack from Biden is false and has previously been debunked by fact checkers. The President’s payroll tax deferral will not harm Social Security.
BIDEN: “This is the guy who’s tried to cut Medicare.”
FACT: The Washington Post Fact Checker previously gave Biden two Pinocchios for making this claim.
BIDEN: “Where I come from in Scranton and Claymont, the people don’t live off of the stock market.”
FACT: A majority of the American people own stock either directly or indirectly, meaning they are helped by a stronger stock market.
BIDEN: “But these guys will not help them, not giving them any of the [PPP] money.”
FACT: President Trump’s Paycheck Protection Program (PPP) saved 51 million jobs.
BIDEN: “We did not separate [families at the border]”
FACT: The Obama-Biden Administration separated families at the border.
BIDEN: “You know my daughter is a social worker.”
FACT: Ashley Biden has not been a social worker for more than 8 years.
TRUMP: “You mean the laptop is now another Russia, Russia, Russia hoax?” BIDEN: “That’s exactly what – that’s exactly what we’re told.”
FACT: The Director of National Intelligence, Department of Justice, and FBI all agree that Hunter Biden’s laptop is not part of a foreign disinformation campaign.
BIDEN: “38,000 prisoners were released from federal prison. We had — there were over 1,000 people who were given clemency.”
FACT: Biden is off by nearly a factor of 20; less than 2,000 petitions for pardons and commutations were approved under the Obama-Biden administration.
TRUMP: “I just asked, I just asked one question. Why didn’t you do it in the eight years, a short time ago? Why didn’t you do it?…” BIDEN: “We had a Republican congress. That’s the answer.”
FACT: The Democratic Party had full control of both houses of Congress during the first two years of the Obama-Biden Administration, yet they failed to pass criminal justice reform.
BIDEN: “Four more years of this man eliminating all the regulations that were put in by us to clean up the climate, to clean up, to limit the emissions will put us in a position where we’re going to be in real trouble.”
FACT: President Trump has taken action to preserve our climate and ensure that every American has access to the most pristine water and the cleanest air.
BIDEN: “And right now, by the way, Wall Street firm (Moody’s) has indicated that my plan, my plan will in fact create 18.6 million jobs, 7 million more than his.”
FACT: The outfit Biden cited – Moody’s – has a history of drastically underestimating the positive effects of President Trump’s economic policies.
BIDEN: “I have never said I oppose fracking.”
FACT: Biden has repeatedly expressed his support for banning fracking, wiping out fracking jobs, and eliminating the fossil fuel industry.
BIDEN: “The guy who got in trouble in Ukraine was this guy trying to bribe the Ukrainian government to say something negative about me.”
FACT: There is no evidence President Trump pressured the Ukrainian government to investigate Joe Biden for the purpose of benefiting him in the 2020 election.
BIDEN: “My response is he is xenophobic, but not because he shut down access from China…”
FACT: Biden accused President Trump of “hysterical xenophobia” the same day the Trump Administration announced its travel ban; as the timeline makes clear, Biden was talking about the China travel ban.
WELKER: “There have been questions about the work your son has done in China and for a Ukrainian energy company when you were Vice President. In retrospect, was anything about those relationships inappropriate or unethical?” BIDEN: “Nothing was unethical.”
FACT: Multiple State Department officials expressed alarm about Hunter Biden’s job with Burisma and the potential for a conflict-of-interest.
BIDEN: “He has caused the deficit with China to go up not down, with China, up not down.”
FACT: The trade deficit with China is falling and “fell sharply” in 2019.
BIDEN: “Schools, they need a lot of money to open. They need to deal with ventilation systems, they need to deal with smaller classes, more teachers, more pods. And he’s refused to support that money, or at least up to now.”
FACT: President Trump has publicly supported another coronavirus relief bill.
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2020.10.22 12:29 Gregdawe A quick breakdown of how the current GLB DFE unit stack up for those considering spending coins.

Increasing number of questions about coins. Fair enough, several coin worthy units are available. But should you buy?
Answer: no dickhead. Wait til you got all 7 tickets, wait until you're 100% sure you aren't summoning anymore. Then maybe this guide might help you if you're inevitably shafted HAHA that's why coins exist!
So I have a few little specific criteria. I don't like doing an "overall". I felt I'd show you to weigh each criteria yourself and find your own overall. Even still there's a lot of "ifs" and "buts" that make certain things different. Yeah. Have the discussion in the comments, this is a "guide" not a dictatorial demand of action. Opinion will no doubt also play a part, I will try as hard as I can not to let it though.
And I guess I have to say it, "only you know your collection. Don't let anyone talk you out of buying your favourite character."
Bardock
Leader skill: 6/10(it's fine, it's limited, it's kind of awkward, it's not bad though)
Categories: 10/10
On turn in a vacuum: 9/10
Links: 8/10
Notable Partners: any Vegeta with PfB & Saiyan Pride. SSJ also one transformed. Experienced Fighters has a colourful yet accessible roster for him also.
Long event value (Atk/Def): 10/9
Short event value (Atk/Def): 8/8
Cooler
Leader skill: 10/10
Categories: 7/10 (he's on only few, but the ones he's on are crazy good)
On turn in a vacuum: 10/10. There's so much to him. But to sum it up, he's 2 units in 1. A support or a monster, literally your choice.
Links: 8/10 (similar reason to the categories, extra point for BBB)
Notable Partners: literally any WB, Terrifying Conquerors or BBB unit.
Long event value (Atk/Def): 10/7
Short event value (Atk/Def): 7/7
Future Gohan:
Leader skill: 10/10
Categories: 8/10
On turn in a vacuum: 9/10 (Cooler's template. 2 units in 2. Support and Atk stacker. Kinda forced transformation though.) Links: 7/10
Notable Partners: PHY Future Gohan. Fucking oath. Take those 2 bad boys out to the Vs Androids IDBH, throw any Princess Trunks on the team and watch INT Future Gohan go full John Conner (starting from turn 4)
Long event value (Atk/Def): 10/10
Short event value (Atk/Def): 8/8
13
Leader skill: 9/10
Categories: 8/10
On turn in a vacuum: 8/10 (if Future Gohan was the blueprint to Cooler, 13 was the failed attempt that they released anyway. 2 in 1 I guess. Support, but if you bring too many units he supports, he stops supporting and doesn't miss I guess.)
Links: 8/10
Notable Partners: INT EZA 13. Any BBB unit. INT LR Cell, gets a special mention for being on Power Absorption with 13 also.
Long event value (Atk/Def): 8/8
Short event value (Atk/Def): 8/8
Blue KK Goku
Leader skill: 9/10
Categories:10/10
On turn in a vacuum: 8/10(after a lot of testing, I love this unit btw, this unit's defence is on the cusp of good. In the sense that 2 supports make him good. Anything less and he's a little fragile late, which is where guess meant to be the star of the show)
Links: 9/10
Notable Partners: Any RoG OiaF units. Pick one.
Long event value (Atk/Def): 10/6
Short event value (Atk/Def): 9/5
If you are planning on buying Jiren, do not buy BKK Goku. I know they're different coins, but point remains. I think Jiren is a better leader for USS than Goku is. Jiren is also Jiren on top of that.
Frankly, Namek Goku and Vegeta are arguably worth the coins from a strictly "value to your box" point of view, but they feature too bloody often. Do what you want, obviously, I'm not your dad, but you'll regret it son.
Do with this little breakdown what you will. These aren't facts. They're opinions from someone who's right. If you disagree, that simply means you're not right... Kidding, happy summons boys and girl
EDIT: Just so you know, I've edited this with tweaks several times since posting. I can't even totally agree with myself, that's how subjective this is
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2020.10.22 04:42 Britneyfan456 Which Actress had the best run in the 40s?

Best run in terms of anything
Ingrid Bergman: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Casablanca, For Whom the Bell Tolls, Gaslight, Spellbound, The Bells of St. Mary’s, Notorious, June Night, Adam Had Four Sons, Rage in Heaven, Saratoga Trunk, Swedes in America, Arch of Triumph, American Creed, Under Capricorn, and Joan of Arc.
Olivia De Havilland: The Snake Pit, Santa Fe Trail, Their Boots On, The Heiress, To Each His Own, In This Our Life, My Love Came Back, The Strawberry Blonde, The Male Animal, The Well Groomed Bride, Hold Back the Dawn, Thank Your Lucky Stars, Devotion, The Dark Mirror, Princess O'Rourke, and Government Girl.
Judy Garland: Andy Hardy Meets Debutante, Strike Up the Band, Little Nellie Kelly, Meet Me in St. Louis, Presenting Lily Mars, For Me and My Gal, Thousands Cheer, Girl Crazy, Babes on Broadway, Life Begins for Andy Hardy, Ziegfeld Girl, In the Good Old Summertime, The Pirate, Words and Music, Easter Parade, The Harvey Girls, Till the Clouds Roll By, and Ziegfeld Follies.
Gene Tierney: Son of Fury: The Story of Benjamin Blake, Heaven can Wait, Laura, Leave Her to Heaven, Dragonwyck, The Razor’s Edge, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, Tobacco Road, The Return of Frank James, Hudson's Bay, The Shanghai Gesture, A Bell for Adano, China Girl, Sundown, Belle Starr, Thunder Birds, Rings on Her Fingers, The Iron Curtain, and That Wonderful Urge.
Bette Davis: In This Our Life, Thank Your Lucky Stars, The Man Who Came to Dinner, The Little Foxes, The Letter, Now, Voyager, Beyond the Forest, Winter Meeting, June Bride, A Stolen Life, Deception, Hollywood Canteen, Old Acquaintance, Mr. Skeffington, Shining Victory, The Bride Came C.O.D., Watch on the Rhine, All This, and Heaven Too, and The Corn Is Green.
Joan Crawford: When Ladies Meet, Possessed, Mildred Pierce, Hollywood Canteen, Humoresque, Flamingo Road, It's a Great Feeling, Daisy Kenyon, Reunion in France, They All Kissed the Bride, Strange Cargo, Susan and God, Above Suspicion, and A Woman's Face.
Carole Lombard: They Knew What They Wanted, To Be or Not to Be, Vigil in the Night, and Mr. & Mrs. Smith.
Agnes Moorehead: Citizen Kane, The Magnificent Ambersons, Dark Passage, Journey into Fear, The Big Street, The Youngest Profession, Government Girl, Jane Eyre, Dragon Seed, Since You Went Away, The Seventh Cross, Mrs. Parkington, Our Vines Have Tender Grapes, Tomorrow, the World!, Keep Your Powder Dry, Her Highness and the Bellboy, Johnny Belinda, The Lost Moment, Summer Holiday, The Woman in White, The Stratton Story, Station West, The Great Sinner, and Without Honor.
Shirley Temple: A Kiss for Corliss, Fort Apache, Adventure in Baltimore, The Story of Seabiscuit, Mr. Belvedere Goes to College, The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer, Since You Went Away, Kiss and Tell, I'll Be Seeing You, Honeymoon, Kathleen, Young People, Miss Annie Rooney, The Blue Bird, and That Hagen Girl.
Ava Gardner: The Killers, The Hucksters, Singapore, One Touch of Venus, The Bribe,The Great Sinner, Major Barbara, East Side, West Side, Reunion in France, Fancy Answers, H. M. Pulham, Esq., Shadow of the Thin Man, Babes on Broadway, This Time for Keeps, Joe Smith, American, We Do It Because, Sunday Punch, Kid Glove Killer, Calling Dr. Gillespie, Mighty Lak a Goat, Du Barry Was a Lady, Hitler's Madman, Ghosts on the Loose, Two Girls and a Sailor, Lost Angel, Young Ideas, Swing Fever, Maisie Goes to Reno, 3 Men in White, She Went to the Races, Blonde Fever, and Whistle Stop.
Katharine Hepburn: The Philadelphia Story, Song of Love, Adam's Rib, Undercurrent, Without Love, State of the Union, The Sea of Grass, Stage Door Canteen, Dragon Seed, Woman of the Year, and Keeper of the Flame.
Maureen O Hara: Dance, Girl, Dance, How Green Was My Valley, The Black Swan, The Spanish Main, Miracle on 34th Street, Sinbad the Sailor, A Bill of Divorcement, They Met in Argentina, To the Shores of Tripoli, Ten Gentlemen from West Point, Immortal Sergeant, This Land Is Mine, The Fallen Sparrow, Buffalo Bill, Sentimental Journey, Do You Love Me, The Homestretch, The Foxes of Harrow, Forever Amber, The Forbidden Street, Father Was a Fullback, Sitting Pretty, and A Woman's Secret.
Lauren Bacall: The Big Sleep, Dark Passage, Key Largo, Confidential Agent, and Confidential Agent.
Vivien Leigh: Caesar and Cleopatra, Anna Karenina, 21 Days, Waterloo Bridge, and That Hamilton Woman.
Greer Garson: Mrs. Miniver, The Valley of Decision, Desire Me, That Forsyte Woman, The Miracle of Sound, Pride and Prejudice, Random Harvest, Blossoms in the Dust, Madame Curie, The Youngest Profession, When Ladies Meet, Adventure, Mrs. Parkington, and Julia Misbehaves.
Claudette Colbert: The Palm Beach Story, Since You Went Away, Bride for Sale, Sleep, My Love, Without Reservations, Family Honeymoon, Arise, My Love, Boom Town, Remember the Day, Skylark, No Time for Love, Practically Yours, So Proudly We Hail!, Guest Wife, Tomorrow Is Forever, The Secret Heart, and The Egg and I.
Lana Turner: Johnny Eager, Honky Tonk, Ziegfeld Girl, The Postman Always Rings Twice, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Somewhere I’ll Find You, Week-End at the Waldorf, Green Dolphin Street, Homecoming, The Three Musketeers, The Youngest Profession, Keep Your Powder Dry, We Who Are Young, Cass Timberlane, Slightly Dangerous, and Marriage Is a Private Affair.
Rita Hayworth: Gilda, Cover Girl, Blondie on a Budget, Tales of Manhattan, You Were Never Lovelier, The Lady from Shanghai, The Strawberry Blonde, You'll Never Get Rich, The Loves of Carmen, Affectionately Yours, My Gal Sal, Susan and God, Down to Earth, Tonight and Every Night, Blood and Sand, Angels Over Broadway, The Lady in Question, Music in My Heart, and Blondie on a Budget.
Joan Fontaine: Rebecca, Suspicion, The Constant Nymph, Jane Eyre, The Affairs of Susan, Ivy, Letter from an Unknown Woman, This Above All, Kiss the Blood Off My Hands, The Emperor Waltz, From This Day Forward, You Gotta Stay Happy, and Frenchman's Creek.
Jennifer Jones: The Song of Bernadette, Since You Went Away, Love Letters, Duel in the Sun, Madame Bovary, We Were Strangers, Portrait of Jennie, and Cluny Brown.
Hedy Lamarr: Comrade X, Come Live With Me, H.M. Pulham, Esq., Samson and Delilah, Tortilla Flat, Dishonored Lady, Ziegfeld Girl, Boom Town, Crossroads, The Strange Woman, White Cargo, Experiment Perilous, The Conspirators, Let's Live a Little, I Take This Woman, and The Heavenly Body.
Ginger Rogers: The Barkleys of Broadway, Tender Comrade, Kitty Foyle, Tom, Dick and Harry, I'll Be Seeing You, Roxie Hart, The Major and the Minor, Lucky Partners, Primrose Path, Week-End at the Waldorf, Once Upon a Honeymoon, Lady in the Dark, Magnificent Doll, Heartbeat, and It Had to Be You.
Barbara Stanwyck: East Side, West Side, Hollywood Canteen, Ball of Fire, The Lady Eve, Sorry, Wrong Number, Double Indemnity, Meet John Doe, You Belong to Me, Remember the Night, The Gay Sisters, The Great Man's Lady, Flesh and Fantasy, Lady of Burlesque, California, My Reputation, The Strange Love of Martha Ivers, The Bride Wore Boots, Christmas in Connecticut, Cry Wolf, The Two Mrs. Carrolls, Variety Girl, The Other Love, The Lady Gambles, and B.F.'s Daughter.
Veronica Lake: Sullivan’s Travels, This Gun for Hire, The Glass Key, I Married a Witch, So Proudly We Hail, Bring on the Girls, Miss Susie Slagle’s, The Blue Dahlia, I Wanted Wings, Forty Little Mothers, The Hour Before the Dawn, Ramrod, Hold That Blonde, Duffy's Tavern, Miss Susie Slagle's, Out of This World, Slattery's Hurricane, The Sainted Sisters, Isn't It Romantic?, Star Spangled Rhythm, and Saigon.
Setsuko Hara: Late Spring, Toyuki, Hebihimesama, Totsugu hi made, Onna no machi, Futari no sekai, Shimai no Yakusoku, Anî no hânayomê, Ôinaru kanô, Kêkkon no seitaî, A Story of Leadership, Kibô no aozora, Seishun no kiryû, Wakai sensei, Midori no daichi, Haha no chizu, Hawai Mare Oki Kaisen, Hawai Maree oki kaisen, Ahen senso, Bôrô no kesshitai, Toward the Decisive Battle in the Sky, Searing Wind, Suicide Troops of the Watchtower, Ikari no umi, Young Eagles, Shôri no hi made, Kita no san-nin, Koi no fuunjî, Midori no kokkyô, Reijin, Midori no kokkyô, No Regrets for Our Youth, Yuwaku, Kakedashi jidai, A Ball at the Anjo House, Onnadake no yoru, Sanbon yubi no otoko, Toki no teizo: zengohen, Fujisancho, Taifuken no onna, Kofuku no genkai, President and a female clerk, Tonosama Hotel, Ojôsan kanpai, Aoi sanmyaku, and Zoku aoi sanmyaku.
Betty Grable: Down Argentine Way, Mother Wore Tights, Down Argentine Way, When My Baby Smiles at Me, The Dolly Sisters, Pin Up Girl, Springtime in the Rockies, Coney Island, The Beautiful Blonde from Bashful Bend, Tin Pan Alley, Sweet Rosie O'Grady, A Yank in the R.A.F., Footlight Serenade, I Wake Up Screaming, Song of the Islands, Diamond Horseshoe,
Deborah Kerr: The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp, Black Narcissus, Contraband, Penn of Pennsylvania, A Battle for a Bottle, Love on the Dole, Major Barbara, Major Barbara, Edward, My Son, Hatter's Castle, The Day Will Dawn, If Winter Comes, Perfect Strangers, and I See a Dark Stranger.
Donna Reed: Shadow of the Thin Man, Calling Dr. Gillespie, It's a Wonderful Life, Convicted Woman, The Get-Away, Babes on Broadway, The Courtship of Andy Hardy, The Bugle Sounds, Mokey, Apache Trail, Eyes in the Night, Dr. Gillespie's Criminal Case, The Human Comedy, The Man from Down Under, Thousands Cheer, See Here, Private Hargrove, Green Dolphin Street, Chicago Deadline, Beyond Glory, The Picture of Dorian Gray, They Were Expendable, Faithful in My Fashion, and Gentle Annie.
Kim Hunter: A Matter of Life and Death, When Strangers Marry, You Came Along, The Seventh Victim, Tender Comrade, and A Canterbury Tale.
Alida Valli: The Third Man, Piccolo mondo antico, The Paradine Case, The Miracle of the Bells, We the Living, T'amerò sempre, I pagliacci, Apparizione, The Song of Life, The Two Orphans, The First Woman Who Passes, Light in the Darkness, The Secret Lover, Manon Lescaut, The Last Enemy, Red Tavern, Beyond Love, Schoolgirl Diary, Invisible Chains, Stasera niente di nuovo, The Za-Bum Circus, Life Begins Anew, and Eugenia Grandet.
Anne Baxter: 20 Mule Team, The Magnificent Ambersons, Five Graves to Cairo, The Razor's Edge, Yellow Sky, The Great Profile, Swamp Water, Charley's Aunt, Sunday Dinner for a Soldier, The Fighting Sullivans, The North Star, Smoky, The Purple Heart, The Eve of St. Mark, Guest in the House, You're My Everything, The Walls of Jericho, Homecoming, The Luck of the Irish, Blaze of Noon, Angel on My Shoulder, and A Royal Scandal.
Teresa Wright: The Little Foxes, Mrs.. Miniver, Enchantment, Shadow of a Doubt, The Best Years of Our Lives, Pursued, The Trouble with Women, The Pride of the Yankees, The Little Foxes, Casanova Brown, and The Imperfect Lady.
Mary Astor: The Maltese Falcon, The Palm Beach Story, The Great Lie, Act of Violence, Meet Me in St. Louis, Fiesta, East Side, West Side, Young Ideas, Blonde Fever, Turnabout, Brigham Young, Across the Pacific, Claudia and David, Little Women, Any Number Can Play, Desert Fury, and Cynthia.
Jane Wyman: Johnny Belinda, Brother Rat and a Baby, Bad Men of Missouri, My Love Came Back, The Lost Weekend, Magic Town, Make Your Own Bed, Princess O'Rourke, Footlight Serenade, Cheyenne, The Lady Takes a Sailor, A Kiss in the Dark, The Doughgirls, An Angel from Texas, Flight Angels, Gambling on the High Seas, Tugboat Annie Sails Again, You're in the Army Now, The Body Disappears, Honeymoon for Three, My Favorite Spy, Larceny, Inc., Crime by Night, The Yearling,Hollywood Canteen, One More Tomorrow, and Night and Day.
Ann Sheridan: They Drive by Night, The Man Who Came to Dinner, Kings Row, Nora Prentiss, I Was a Male War Bride, Honeymoon for Three, One More Tomorrow, City for Conquest, Torrid Zone, Castle on the Hudson, It All Came True, Navy Blues, George Washington Slept Here, Wings for the Eagle, Juke Girl, Silver River, The Unfaithful, Edge of Darkness, Thank Your Lucky Stars, Cinderella Jones, Shine On, Harvest Moon, and Good Sam.
Ida Lupino: They Drive by Night, Devotion, In Our Time, The Sea Wolf, High Sierra, Thank Your Lucky Stars, Out of the Fog, Life Begins at Eight-Thirty, Moontide, Ladies in Retirement, Hollywood Canteen, Forever and a Day, The Hard Way, Pillow to Post, Road House, The Man I Love, Escape Me Never, Deep Valley, Not Wanted, Never Fear, and Lust for Gold.
Joan Bennett: Man Hunt, The Woman in the Window, Scarlet Street, The House Across the Bay, The Man I Married, The Son of Monte Cristo, Green Hell, She Knew All the Answers, Wild Geese Calling, The Reckless Moment, Secret Beyond the Door, Hollow Triumph, The Woman on the Beach, Margin for Error, Twin Beds, Confirm or Deny, The Wife Takes a Flyer, Colonel Effingham's Raid, The Macomber Affair, Girl Trouble, and Nob Hill.
Tallulah Bankhead: A Royal Scandal, Stage Door Canteen, and Lifeboat.
Jane Greer: Out of the Past, Pan-Americana, Two O'Clock Courage, Sinbad the Sailor, George White's Scandals, The Falcon's Alibi, Dick Tracy, The Bamboo Blonde, Station West, Sunset Pass, They Won't Believe Me, and The Big Steal.
Margaret O'Brien: Jane Eyre, Meet Me in St. Louis, The Unfinished Dance, Our Vines Have Tender Grapes, Lost Angel, Three Wise Fools, Big City, Little Women, Tenth Avenue Angel, The Secret Garden, Music for Millions, Bad Bascomb, Journey for Margaret, You, John Jones!, and The Canterville Ghost.
Lucille Ball: Without Love, Ziegfeld Follies, Dance, Girl, Dance, The Big Street, Du Barry Was a Lady, The Marines Fly High, You Can't Fool Your Wife, A Girl, a Guy and a Gob, Too Many Girls,Thousands Cheer, Seven Days' Leave, Easy Living, Abbott and Costello in Hollywood, Look Who's Laughing, Valley of the Sun, Lured, Easy to Wed, Two Smart People, Her Husband's Affairs, Sorrowful Jones, The Dark Corner, Lover Come Back, Best Foot Forward, and Meet the People.
Cyd Charisse: Ziegfeld Follies, Escort Girl, Something to Shout About, Thousands Cheer, Mission to Moscow, The Harvey Girls, Till the Clouds Roll By, In Our Time, Three Wise Fools, Fiesta, The Unfinished Dance, On an Island with You, and The Kissing Bandit.
Susan Hayward: The Lost Moment, Smash-Up, the Story of a Woman, My Foolish Heart, Adam Had Four Sons, Sis Hopkins, They Won't Believe Me, Canyon Passage, And Now Tomorrow, Deadline at Dawn, Hit Parade of 1943, Star Spangled Rhythm, A Letter from Bataan, Young and Willing, Tulsa, The Saxon Charm, House of Strangers, Tap Roots, Among the Living, Reap the Wild Wind, The Forest Rangers, Jack London, The Fighting Seabees, and The Hairy Ape.
June Allyson: The Secret Heart, Music for Millions, Best Foot Forward, Meet the People, Two Girls and a Sailor, Girl Crazy, All Girl Revue, Her Highness and the Bellboy, The Three Musketeers, Good News, The Stratton Story, Words and Music, High Barbaree, Till the Clouds Roll By, The Sailor Takes a Wife, Two Sisters from Boston, and The Bride Goes Wild.
Susan Peters: Young Ideas, Tish, Santa Fe Trail, The Big Shot, Random Harvest, Keep Your Powder Dry, Song of Russia, Assignment in Brittany, The Sign of the Ram, Dr. Gillespie's New Assistant, Andy Hardy's Double Life, A New Romance of Celluloid: Personalities, Sockaroo, River's End, Meet John Doe, The Strawberry Blonde, Scattergood Pulls the Strings, Three Sons o' Guns, Young America Flies, Money and the Woman, and The Man Who Talked Too Much.
Betty Hutton: Duffy's Tavern, Hollywood Victory Caravan, Dream Girl, Red, Hot and Blue, Star Spangled Rhythm, One for the Book, Happy Go Lucky, Strictly G.I., Skirmish on the Home Front, The Miracle of Morgan's Creek, Cross My Heart, The Perils of Pauline, The Stork Club,Here Come the Waves, And the Angels Sing, Incendiary Blonde, The Fleet's In, and Let's Face It.
Celeste Holm: Road House, Gentleman's Agreement, Come to the Stable, The Snake Pit, Everybody Does It, Chicken Every Sunday, A Letter to Three Wives, Three Little Girls in Blue, and Carnival in Costa Rica.
Celia Johnson: In Which We Serve, Brief Encounter, This Happy Breed, Dear Octopus, and A Letter from Home.
Jane Wyman: Brother Rat and a Baby, Bad Men of Missouri, Johnny Belinda, The Lost Weekend, An Angel from Texas, Flight Angels, Gambling on the High Seas, My Love Came Back, Tugboat Annie Sails Again, Honeymoon for Three, You're in the Army Now, The Body Disappears, Larceny, Inc., My Favorite Spy, Footlight Serenade, Princess O'Rourke, Make Your Own Bed, The Doughgirls, Crime by Night, One More Tomorrow, Night and Day, The Yearling, Magic Town, Cheyenne, A Kiss in the Dark, and The Lady Takes a Sailor.
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2020.10.22 03:54 MyNameMeansBentNose An Answer to Why

An Answer to Why
Pyouentian flinched as the outermost psi cluster failed against the assault. He felt the tendrils on his face curl and he couldn't help but gnash his beak at the following pain.
The Harvesters had crushed another line of defence. The news was late of course. Such things did not travel the in between instantaneously.
Millions of minds had died, another paltry sum sacrificed in an attempt to slow the advance of the Harvesters. Another failure to halt the machines as they converted literally all they could reach into more resources for their starshell system nodes.
A paltry sum, compared to how many had already sacrificed themselves.
Putting a hand on the smooth shell in front of him, Pyouentian drew comfort from the warmth of the egg. He opened his eyes as the mental pain and anguish receded, hoping the feedback didn't bleed into the mass experiment taking place on this world.
The eggs had become very warm with the potential of the lives within, the seventh of such attempts.
The Corlinthuun were not an aggressive people. Uninterested in expansion, they were happy to live their lives in study and contemplation until it was time to move on. The harvesters of the budding Galaxy mind had forced the Corlinthuun to act.
Pyouentian looked out across the great hall, just one of many cavernous holds that held a portion of the billions of eggs of the seventh successor experiment. Another small portion of this purpose built station. But then, it had been a long time since his people had made the effort to convert a place for habitation. Simply building a small moon was much easier, and vastly more efficient. A factor that was yet even more important when time was in short supply.
Time was running out on this experiment, although truthfully it had run longer than the others.
There was little left to slow the advance of the harvesters.
The process was well theorized and understood. The harvesters traveled from system to star system, disassembling all lesser planets and building starshells, swarms of satellites to gather all that the stars of those systems could produce. Each starshell then became another node in the expanding mind of the ascended race that had created the Harvesters.
If they had so wanted, the Corlinthuun could have done the same. But his people were not an aggressive people, uninterested in expansion. If it was time to move on, then they would do so.
But not without making an attempt to create a legacy. Not without striking out despite the mind that devoured all. Devoured with no care to the fate of those destroyed in the process.
Utilizing old theories of their own, the Corlinthuun had built moons, stocking them full of incubators and energy reserves and started to work on creating a legacy.
On each moon a race was created, given an abundant world to germinate upon and a small galaxy to play in although with little company to test them. Beyond their home galactic cluster only that which they looked upon would be fully simulated.
The first were peaceful, so very much like the Corlinthuun. They thrived in their world, expanded into the full star system given to them, and settled for their lot. They too welcomed their time when it came to them.
A failure, they would not survive the Harvesters. Full of grief, Pyouentian had witnessed the end of the first attempt. The Corlinthuun halted the simulation and the peaceful children were placed in slumber, hopes high that they could live again.
One does not abandon their children after all.
The second had been full of wrath and hatred. In an attempt to create something more aggressive, the second was made so angry they killed themselves barely after developing agriculture. The bloody feuds they fought did not end until their own blind rage left them vulnerable to nature itself.
The third succumbed to a natural disaster, the creatures of the world unable to evolve past the rigours of the world they lived upon.
The fourth survived, but constantly failed to develop past their primitied, naive nature. They remained simple creatures.
The fifth splintered into variants and fought against itself until finally arriving at a catastrophic nuclear ending.
The sixth simply took too long to leave their home system, burning time and power on the Corlinthuun successor system. Again, with hearts full of grief, Pyouentian's superior Naragoith had ended the simulation. The sixth was simply too slow to survive the rigours of reality. Like the first attempt, they would be born proper if the Corlinthuun had the chance. Still, something more was needed.
But the Seventh… this one showed promise. In their hope and despair, Pyouentian and his associates clung close to the eggs, risking the psychic bleed made possible by their proximity. But the newest soldiered on, creatures of endurance and dissatisfaction, the pushed themselves forward.
And so, the simulation ran, but not for much longer.
The warmth of the egg soothed Pyouentian's soul.
Tracker Koast
Why did it have to end like this?
He shouted to the sky once again, hoping against chance that someone might hear him.
Koast wasn't a young man, having survived the rigours of forest and weather as he hunted game for the pack.
He was a tracker, and a good one! He'd raised a skilled son and two beatiful daughters and seen them all matched well and given all the they needed for them to build their new lives.
But he wasn't done yet!
There was still so much to teach! There was another grandchild on the way! And every hand was needed to eke out a healthy life!
He glared at his smashed legs, even as they throbbed with the pain of his tumble down the ravine, his son should still be above!. Koast shouted again to the sky, only to be answered by a low grumble and the snuffling of a beast.
Koast looked to his side and blanched with fear.
A Brown One! Seeking food for the winter sleep! And it had found him.
Why did it have to end like this?
Sheepherder Din
The sound of the whirling sling changed to a snap as he fired the stone at another of the wolves. The stone found flesh and the wolf yelped with pain, but Din knew that wouldn't scare them away.
He resumed his jog, fumbling and dropping a stone from his pouch as he ran.
Din shouted again, even if he knew it was in vain. They'd told him this would happen! 'Next time you cry wolf, we won't come!' They'd warned him.
While trying to fish another sling stone from his pouch, another wolf burst out of nowhere with a snarl and a snap.
And tore the back of Din's leg to shreds.
He shrieked as he fell, and the wolves were on him.
Why did it have to end like this?
Midwife Sela
Even knowing all she knew, Sela could feel it going wrong.
Her mother and her mother's mother and her mother's mother's mother. As far back as memory reached. They'd all been midwives.
Sela grunted and gasped with pain, lost in the moments between wakefulness in this despairing childbirth.
It was her first, but it felt wrong.
Her mother's eyes were full of fear.
Sela pushed with what she had left, even as she heard them whisper of all the blood.
Sela looked her mother in the eyes, full of grief in the knowledge that their family line would end here.
Why did it have to end like this?
Piker Noels
With wide eyes, the man on the other side of the line released the spear.
Noels staggered back and looked down on the length of wood upon which he'd been impaled. The din of battle around them echoed distantly in his ears.
With shaking hands Noels grasped the spear and jerked. He grunted with pain, even as he started to shiver with cold. His hands, red-stained, were so warm.
This didn't make sense. They outnumbered these bastards two to one! They were supposed to be winning!
The strength left Noels legs and he looked up to see his killer take a gleaming point of a spear to the neck.
The fear in his killer's eyes matched the fear in Noels heart.
Why did it have to end like this?
Builder John
The rope snapped and the sudden slack threw John onto his backside. He didn't even have time to register the load of wood coming back down.
Until it landed on him.
John couldn't even shout in pain. His last thoughts were for his wife and his daughter. What would they do without him?
Why did it have to end like this?
Daniel Potter
He cinched the rope tight and wobbled for a moment.
The action tugged a dark laugh out of him. From where, he didn't know.
But then it didn't matter anymore.
He kicked the stool away and dropped hard. Distantly he felt satisfaction over the foresight of going to the washroom so he wouldn't defecate for the first person to find him.
So lost in his misery and the relentless emptiness of his life, even his last thoughts lacked the relief he so wished for. His last thought was miserable wonderment.
Why did it have to end like this?
Hajeet Muhat
He was a hero.
He'd lived the life.
One of the first of the clinically immortal, Hajeet had taken the time to live up to his potential and all their expectations.
Sara held his hand tight, her hands old, but still strong and full of love. Hajeet mustered a portion of his flagging strength to squeeze her hand and she squeezed back.
Hajeet had flown the Enterprise on its maiden voyage, his crew the lucky first to circumvent the speed of light. They’d found a new home for Humanity and returned celebrities. Hajeet remained in space for decades until technology moved past his current knowledge. Seeking the next stage of his life, he’d trained himself on civics to become the first immortal and the first Muslim president of the Greater United Americas.
Free of concerns for his personal future prospects, his two terms were blessed with prosperity and a deceptively large number of successful reforms.
But then those terms ended with the realization that even an immortal wasn't free from disease. Sara had ended her own extension treatment when she realized Hajeet's time was limited.
He had lived a blessed life, and yet he still felt the pangs of regret.
Hajeet smiled his last, his eyes full of love for his only wife, yet died with a secret thought hidden in his heart.
He was supposed to live forever.
Why did it have to end this way?
???
She opened her eyes and saw naught but white.
But he'd died?
He? She? Everything was a mess, countless strange memories bounced around in their head.
Trapped. The white was a shell? With a shout of fear they struck with all their might. They’d already died once! Twice? Countless times! All their deaths paraded through their head, full of loves and hates, satisfactions and regrets.
And always wondering why.
Her fist went through the shell with a satisfying crunch and a large crack spider-webbed out from the newly made hole in the shell. Hers. She was a she? Her memories didn't mesh. She could clearly remember being a man. And a boy, but a different boy. And another girl. And a eunuch, that memory scared her away for a moment. It flickered to one who'd changed their gender to live a happier life. Then another who'd done the same, only to later step off a stool to hang from his own noose. Her memory then moved onto one of the most recent and one of the happiest selves.
Her memories were tragic as much as they were happy.
She pushed on the shell and it cracked again, then broke away.
[You are the first awake!]
She looked to the source of the voice, then recoiled in fear, "Augh! Cthulhu!"
The cerulean skinned alien looked at her with barred pupils and the tendrils around his mouth shook. [Not quite, I am a Corlinthuun, my name is Pyouentian.] He blinked at her and she could feel his mind churning. He also seemed to be swaying oddly in place. [You have awoken before your aggregate memories could settle, and I see we could not entirely prevent the psychic bleed. Alas.]
She blinked in confusion, then suddenly thought to check herself. A band of snug material covered her modest chest, and she seemed to be wearing a skintight bottom. She looked back at the friendly seeming alien. None of her memories included aliens, xenos, or really any life not originally from earth. "Aggregate? I… I remember dying? ...A lot. Is this the afterlife? Are you here to take me?"
[Afterlife? Technically, yes. Time has run out so the simulation is coming to an end. Speaking of which,] he waved at the eggshell in front of her, [please don't leave your egg quite yet, it is helping tune your memories for what you feel is most valuable. It is a complicated process.]
Feeling no reason to disagree, she sat back down as she wrestled with the countless memories of past lives flickering through her head. Setting into the bottom of the shell did help settle her head. Still, despite the march of ages through her mind, she felt incredibly healthy and alert. As healthy as the last fully augmented life when her life had been extended to the full theoretical limit, along with the many improvements to her natural born body. She flexed her arm and felt the telling crackle of enhanced muscle over infused bone, with all the instant feedback of an accelerated nervous system.
[How do you wish to be called?]
She looked up at the swaying alien. "I'm sorry?"
[With all those memories, it is easy to conclude that you are reborn, but all of those lives, starting from the first conscious human, were simulated. This is your true first life as a near immortal human.]
"Wait, those lives weren't real?" She knew of the simulation theory, but she still felt a small wave of shock wash across her.
[Do you feel as if those lives didn't matter?]
She met his eyes. Black barred pupils surrounded by green and yellow irises. Suddenly she realized she could feel his mind. He'd left it open to her, wary only in the same way one is wary of a child taking their first stumbling steps.
He felt as if those lives mattered. He, and others like him had simulated the entire history of her race, and had seen to it that those lives would live again.
"I'm the first for sure?"
[Yes.]
It was corny, and just loaded with symbolism and history, but- "Then you can call me Eve. And Eve always liked her fruit. Why all this?"
[A legacy, this galaxy is being rebuilt with no consideration for us. The broad outline has already been given to you.]
Eve sat back and considered. She could already feel the mountain of memories settling. A great foundation of life experience supporting generations of wisdom and imagination. And planted like a flag at the slope of the mountain, a bundle of knowledge suffused with the markers of Corlinthuun minds.
"So… " Eve muttered half to herself, engaging in the ancient practice of thinking out loud. "So a K-3 civilation in the making is converting all the star systems in this galaxy to dyson spheres for their own use. Yes?"
[Your terms are different from ours, but yes.]
"Okay. And they could barely care less for who lives here. But you guys know you aren't willing and able to fight them, so you created a legacy in us?"
The body, the projection of Pyouentian faded out of sight and his true body stepped into the same place with easy grace and steady acceptance. [Yes, and what you do with that legacy…]
"Is up to us, you just hope that we can make room for your other children."
Pyouentian bowed low, his head just visible above the edge of Eve's shell. [Please.]
Mohammad
"I still can't believe you picked Eve," he whispered conspiratorially.
"Okay Mohammed," she giggled back. "Although if you prefer, we can go back to Sara and Hajeet, that is one of my very best lives."
"Mine too, but maybe we keep those names for private times."
Eve felt her smile melt away and his face too turned serious. In another world, another reality, she might have asked if the decision they, Humanity, had made was right. But they had been born complete, with countless lifetimes of joy and hardship. There was no question here.
Together as one, partners once again, they spoke. A single pair and an endless multitude, they spoke what every Human knew and every Corlinthuun knew.
He spoke first. [Every generation of Humanity that loved and lived, that hated and died has been born again. We remember them all, from the earliest rock flinger to the space spanning explorer.]
She spoke next. [And we all knew there was more than we could see. The cracks, ever so fine, still let the light of truth show through. In our anxieties and our fears we asked, 'why'?]
He spoke again. [Always we wondered, why? What gods, what intelligence would create such a world as that which we knew. In the depths of our hearts, we always questioned just what meaning there was in our living.]
She continued. [And here we are. Given as much wisdom as could be gifted, yet all of it earned across countless lifetimes. We have been offered a legacy and a future, for us to do with as we will.
Together, they spoke.
[It was all for this.]
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2020.10.22 00:54 granthinton Incomplete - Part 1

Dear Detective,
I wonder if you have found the man’s body I left for you? Killing was harder than I imagined but harder still is writing this. God knows I’m not a literary man. What I am I can’t hide anymore.
So I go quickly in this dark night, lest I be found.
I’ve always loved games. Do you like games? For such a serious man I believe not. The rules are simple. Catch me and I will stop killing. Fail and your world crumbles.
How tragic that you're leaving us. Will you miss it? I imagine that you won’t.
Removing the leg was even harder than I could have imagined. He was a wriggler. I profess the inability for the practical side of amputation gave me pause. However, I’m a quick learner. And I promise in the future his contribution will not be forgotten. I will take more care when I operate.
One thought it prudent to commence with a leg, John. It showed my integrity and passion. Also a solid foundation. That’s what I need for my legacy, Detective. Only without the crippling weakness of protecting a family, No wife. No daughter. No son.
Forty years service! Well done, your country owes you a debt of gratitude. That is the truth. They do. Retirement must seem like a dream come true. Whoever disagrees can find truth at the end of a tenure.
I believe; London believes, it isn’t done with you. You are as much a part of it, in the bare bone sense of it, as I.
I wonder if you’ll miss him?
When you turn your back on the scum of London what relief you shall feel.
Tell me, do you think you will get bored with retirement, Detective?
Not that I care, it’s just that I've only begun my game.
It would perish if you leave and someone else takes your place. I could keep going, but sincerely, I don’t think I will be forthcoming if that happens. Because you have to be involved, unequivocally. I need you. Only you can fully understand my eternal struggle.
Where I’m coming from. Only you know the pain and suffering of life.
So, Detective. my kindred spirit, are you ready to see my legacy unfold? I really do hope so. Because today marks my prestigious coming out. So let’s have a celebration, I’ve gifted something only you will appreciate. Your son’s finger. Are you ready?
Think fast, things are afoot. Or should I say a leg? Bye now.
N.
Before the letter, I was an average cop. Wife, young son, punch in, punch out, done my time, kinda cop.
Until that fucking letter.
My life changed. Three words were all it took to break me.
Your son’s finger.
I didn’t know who’s finger it was I was holding. I should have, shouldn't I? A father knew these kinds of things, knew the feel of his child’s flesh when it’s in his hands. But somehow, even after reading those three fucking words, I was shook.
Then Julie called and the screaming began. He - I hope it was a he because I want to kick the living shit out of him - had snatched Xander from school. The fucking idiots hadn’t realised until role call. Then it was too late. My son was gone.
The sick bastard hand-delivered the letter above to my front door like a Christmas card. Who does that? My front door! I read that thing fifty times before it registered.
Later, I found out at the station who the other person was the writer was talking about. The poor bastard's name was Louie Pascal Waters. He’d been found face down in a storm drain on a bypass in East London. Walters was the first piece of a puzzle I didn’t want but needed so badly. A piece that was my only chance at finding my son.
But it amounted to nothing.
Apart from a missing wallet, a phone and a right leg, Waters was all there. All his clothes were intact, no tears, no rips. The keys to his Jaguar parked at Canary Wharf were in his pocket as well as a pair of slightly damp tickets to Snatch the musical. Waters sustained a head injury but blood loss claimed his life. The author had taken his leg and then replaced his trousers? Who does that?
I saw the photos of the crime scene. I knew what the killer meant by being sloppy. The surgical work to the leg wasn’t great. I would use the term butchered but my father was a butcher and his knife work was far better.
However, two things became apparent rather quickly at the station. I had two weeks left until I officially retired and I had no clue how to find my son.
“Good evening London! It’s 10:53 and it's time for the wind-down mix on London’s Heart Fm.”
The rain hits the roof with heavy drops, the kind you know no amount of waterproofing will prevent you from getting wet. Rowland, my partner, flicks the remains of his cigarette out the partially opened window and blows what was left out of his lungs in a slow measured breath.
The car idles. A steady burst of yellow light penetrates the rainfall and illuminates the crime scene unfolding in a stairwell in the recesses of a tower block in Lewisham, South-East London.
“Laura Clark, 28, mother of three, found dead by a passerby at nine o’clock.” Rowland fingers through the report card. “Jeez!”
“What is it?” I ask, watching the men and women of the metropolitan police move about in the rain.
I open the letter, the worn creases folding easily, and read it for the thousandth time. A few week has passed since my son’s disappearance. Julie barely looks at me anymore. Electing to go about her day as if I was a ghost. I can’t blame her, I feel washed out like a ghost myself. Like a phantom. I don’t make a difference anymore. And just like a ghost. I hold onto the one thing that ties me to this world. Xander.
I fold the note and pocket it as Rowland hands me a picture attached to the dossier in his hands. Before I even hold it he breaks for the door. I watch his back arch, then again as he heaves. I leave him to puke out the door and regard the photo.
“Who would do such a thing?” he asks, spitting the taste out of his mouth. He looks back at the picture. I see the colour draining from his face.
“If you can’t take it, don't look,” I chide.
As if on cue, Rowland pops the door open again and empties the remainder of his stomach into the gutter. I look up at his racking body and then out the windshield. Pieces of his lunch sail like malformed islands on the river of rainwater to a nearby sewer drain.
“Some cop you are,” I scoff, shifting through the report. I stop. Flipping the page around again and again as my anticipation grows.
It has to be. The cut, the missing organ.
Rowland wipes his mouth on his sleeve and shakes his head. His dark brown hair looks almost black, like a galaxy, and the speckles of rain like millions of stars. He takes in my wide eyes, knowing something wrong he turns off the car.
“It’s him,” I say, popping open my door.
Suddenly the rain isn’t a concern anymore. A few seconds and a stumbling, out of shape run later, and I’m breathing hard on the black metal balustrade of the concrete stairs.
“You got another partner yet?” I ask, breathlessly. I don’t want to admit it but I miss the force.
“Not yet, they said, ‘I’m challenging?’”
A pudgy faced young officer looks over at me with quizzical eyes from a white sheet covering the crime scene.
“I'm sorry, sir. But this is an active crime scene. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” The lady officer raises her hand to stop me. I reach inside my jacket and pull out my old shield.
“Ah, sorry, Sir, right this way.”
“What we got here,” I ask pointing to the white sheet.
“Laura Clark, Sir. Murdered by...”
“...Not the girl,” I cut her off. “The sheet. Since when is this common practice?”
“Just following procedure, Sir.”
“Whose procedure?”
“Detective Monroe, Sir,” The girl looks hurt but holds open the sheet so Rowland and I can go through.
“That twat, that just what I need...”
The sheet was a bad idea. The muggy conditions of the rainfall has created an oppressive atmosphere and the few hours of exposed flesh has developed the smell into a nasal killer. Rowland covers his mouth, but it only takes him one look at Laura for him to bail. I don’t know if he has any more bile to give to the earth but he’s going to try.
“Bullett, I thought you’d make an appearance.” “Ah, shit.”
The sheet was also bad for soundproofing. It’s clear by the lines across his forehead that the other man heard my comment.
Detective Marius Monroe raises from his crouched position and approaches me. The dark-skinned gentleman wears an iron-grey suit better suited for casinos than crime scenes, but his light-blue eyes say otherwise.
‘As sharp as they come,” the inspector told me once over a game of golf. “Fresh out of cadet school and straight into the big leagues.” Couple that with a degree in criminology, criminal psychology, and a major in biology, and this guy is something else. And everyone at the station knows it too. It was clear meeting Monroe that he encompasses everything that I’m not.
Young, passionate, and ruthless.
“Yeah, funny that. Someone didn’t pass along the details,” I scratch the back of my neck.
If it wasn’t for Rowland, I wouldn’t have known at all. The oppressiveness of the cubical intensify as he gets right into my grill. The smell of spiced cologne partially blocks the smell of death, though, so that’s a good thing.
“That’s because it isn’t your case anymore. Now get out of my crime scene,” he stabs me in the chest with a manicured finger to emphasise his point.
“Can’t do that.”
“You can and you will. You’re retired, go home and leave this to someone who can actually catch criminals.”
He turns back around as a forensic officer shows him a slide on an iPad.
“That’s good send it off,” he says, turning back around. “You still here?”
“It’s the same killer, Marius.”
Monroe’s eyes narrow.
“Do I know you? Only my mother calls me Marius. Or maybe we drink tea together?” His eyes narrow further and I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off.
“Because if we did drink tea together then you can call me by my Christian name. But I don’t ever remember you offering me a cup of tea. Come to think about it, I don’t even think I’ve seen you with a cup of tea. So, fucking enlighten me! If you know me so well, how do I like my tea, hmm?” I can see the disdain as he runs up my tired jeans, crumpled t-shirt, worn leather jacket and aged face.
“White, no sugar?” I have no fucking idea. He could take it on a plate with velveteen fucking doves whistling waltzing Matilda for I knew.
“I drink coffee!”
Of course, he did.
I know I’m screwed. I’m not even a cop anymore, there’s no way I can gloss that fact over with Mr straight and narrow in front of me. I hold onto the one thing that has served me well over the last forty years. Honesty.
“Its the same killer who took my Xander, Monroe.”
The lines on his forehead soften. So does the anger behind those steel eyes. I don’t know if Monroe is a family man, we’ve never been that close in the two years he’s worked at the station, but it’s all I have to use.
The pain of losing a child does something to you externally. It robs you of the joy that that child instil in your life. All that remains is bitterness and cruelty all rolled into a tight ball of, ‘go fuck yourself world’. People see it in the way you walk, how you hold your head, and by the look in your eyes.
“If it is or isn’t, it’s not your concern anymore. Go home.” He says, more forcefully.
I can tell his anger is still there. Just barely below the surface ready to explode again. His eyes are tight, calculating. The dilation of his iris’s reminiscent of a predator sighting up the kill to see if it is worth it or not.
“Come on, man. This bastard took my kid! Help me out, for Christ's sake.”
Monroe studies me for a long time. His blue eyes flick to the lady and then back at me.
“You really need to leave this case alone, it’s already driven you to despair, John.”
I wait. A pleading look in my eyes. I need to examine the scene. The lady is potentially a lead to my son’s killer. I have to know, and if this resort doesn’t work I’ll be left with fighting fire with fire. And assaulting a fellow officer is bad juju.
“We are all done, Sir.” A forensic officer calls from the sheet divider.
“Do yourself a favour and let me handle this. Go home to your wife and try to live the rest of your days in relative peace…”
I open my mouth to tell him to go fuck himself but he stops me short.
“...I don’t know what you’re going through, I won’t pretend, but this, right here, racing around thinking you're still on the force, that shits not on. You’re going to get more than yourself in trouble if you keep this up. And Rowland should know better.”
“So, are you going to blow wind up my ass or let me examine her,” I motion to the lady slumped against the wall, impatiently. The heat of my anger and frustration is slowly rising up my collar.
Monroe sucks air through his teeth. “You’ve got five minutes and then she’s getting bagged.”
“Thank you, Monroe,” I say with genuine thanks. The ball in my throat works its way back down into my chest. I creep toward the lady, something about the way her chest is cut reminded me of Waters.
“And John?” Monroe holds the sheet aloft. I almost forgot he was still here.
“Hmm?” I swing around momentarily confused.
“Get some sleep, you look like shit.”
With that, the sheet comes down and I’m left alone with the murdered lady, and the young people officer.
“Who found her?” I ask.
The blonde officer pulls out her notepad and runs a finger down the page.
“Debra Harris. A neighbour of the deceased. She was on her way back from Bingo and found Laura. She called it in straight away.”
Although Laura was unmarked and unmolested excluding the incision. The scene was still grizzly, blood-smears like angel wings behind her on the concrete wall, etched into it by a finger over her right shoulder is the number 14. Blood coats her blue jeans and white cropped top, which is still intact. It’s like whoever did this took the time to take it up, de-bra here, do the business and then pull it down again. But what it covers is a different story.
A slash down her chest allows access to her sternum. Inside, passed the broken pieces of her rib cage I can see something has been taken. The precision of the cut and removal of her heart reminds me grimly of the nefarious murders by Jack the Ripper. I wonder if the deceased had the same vocation as the murdered girls of 1866.
Was Waters a prostitute too?
“What do we know about Laura?” I take out my phone and snap a few shots of the wings and the number. Then I peel her shoulders off the wall one by one. The young officer smiles at me and then remembered her notes.
“Oh! Mother of three. Divorced. Lived here for approximately four years. Mrs Harris said she was a quiet woman. Had a few family members that came to visit from time to time, she also attends a toddler group with her youngest and had quite a social profile.”
“How so?” I ask. There’s no blood behind Laura. It’s possible the operation - if you could call it that - took place on the floor and then whoever the residing surgeon was, placed her up against the wall to hide her wounds.
But that’s not right.
I move back taking in the whole picture. She was prostrate to the world.
The killer had given her angel wings. Did they mean she was a saint? Or were they suggesting they were an agent of God? The killer wanted her found. But why?
“She had an only-fans account. Quite a few subscribers,” the blonde officer gravitates towards me. Something about the way she looks at me gives me a chill, I don’t know if it’s the small quirk of her smile or the proximity between us, but I’m suddenly quite hot.
“Do we have a username?” I ask as a way of distraction.
“HeartBreaker1982.”
The blonde officer jumps as Rowland opens the sheet and she takes her hand off my arm. I don’t know if it’s the pin in my eyes, but she’s not the first one to think I need comfort. Rowland wipes the back of his mouth again. A sheen of sweat on his brow glistens as he lets the curtain drop. The embarrassment clouding her face isn’t lost on him.
“What's this then?” He grins.
“Nothing,” I respond, embarrassingly.
“Umm, this might help, detective,” The officer levels a video at me.
The lady now laying in a pool of her blood smiles seductively into the camera. A computer game plays in the top corner of the screen while she chats away. I had never heard of cosplay before and this is a weird experience for me. With the additions of neon blue hair and lipstick, a seriously low cut top showing more of her breasts than my groin can handle and her flirtatious smile, Its the same girl. What draws my attention is a distinctive scar running between her cleavage.
“Find out when that happened,” I point at the scar and Rowland nods. “I’m on it.”
“If she had heart surgery, there’ll be records and I want to know about it. Where are Laura’s children now?” I ask, turning to the lady officer.
“Child services have them. Laura was working lates this week. The three kids are being looked after by a babysitter.”
My heart breaks. I couldn’t imagine how the children will feel when they’re told. Christ! I’m a grown man and losing Xander broke me.
I go back to Laura and lift each arm. The resulting bloody fingerprint under the left armpit is like winning a jackpot. Rowland ambles over with the sleeve of his coat over his nose. I watch as he lifts her hand and then the other.
“What are you looking for?”
“Left hand, index finger.” Rowland nods and moves back to the safety of the sheet. I take a deep breath as a fuck you to him and open her palm. As I curl her fingers open I see the red stain on her index finger.
“Whoever they were, they were good,” Rowland says with a smirk.
Like I don’t fucking know that!
“Fuck!” The triumph feeling vanishes. Replaced with the sudden realisation that I have no clues to go on but the surgical scar. And if this was the same killer, where is the goading letter? I can’t shake the feeling that I’m out of my depth. And I’m no nearer finding my son’s killer.
Part 2
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2020.10.22 00:51 granthinton Incomplete Part 2

Part one.
I gave up after another search of the scene. There was no letter. Not like the first time. I watched them carry Laura away thinking about her poor children. The murderer had broken another family.
But why?
Was I missing something? Did the person responsible only want to kidnap my son? Was Waters’s death a distraction to achieving that? But why take a heart from a heart op female?
I couldn’t get my head around those facts as the car sped down the road. The roads were a blur until we pulled into my cul-de-sac. 2am and the bedroom light was still on. Not a good sign. That meant Julie was at the bottle again. Sure enough as I step through the door a triad of abuse sailed from the staircase.
“IT'S YOUR FAULT, YOU BASTARD!
Fending off her blows, which wasn’t easy, I made my way to the kitchen. Julie followed close behind still shouting obscenities. I tried fighting off the feeling of hatred to the women that once held my heart, but it was so damn hard. It’s like she been taken over by this banshee. Julie’s transformation from grieving mother to broken drunk was almost complete. Almost, because I didn’t want to truly believe it.
She rattles around me in half her bedclothes. It’s like she attempted to get changed but got too drunk by the time she needed to put on her bottoms.
“It’s yyyyour fault. Youuu and that bloodyyy job. If youuu weren't a cop, Xander would still be here!”
“Go put some clothes on,” I shout back, working around her hanging my coat and stalking to the kitchen. I’m dying for a cup of tea and some peace and quiet. But Julie’s screams stop that.
“You fucking prick!” She beat at my chest. I lose control. The back of my hand stops her short. I’ve never slapped her before. I feel my rage turn to shame. Looking into her teary eyes reminds me of the women beneath the alcohol.
I fucked up, again.
She runs from the room.
I listen to the stomping of stairs, the slam of a door and the squeak of the bed springs. My head falls to my chest, and shame follows me to my office.
For some reason, after Xander was kidnapped from school, Julie wanted CCTV installed into the house. I don’t know why? All that was left in the house was worthless without Xander. The obsession over the cameras took up a week of her life until the bottle replaced it. Now it was just another thing that was forgotten about. A bit like me.
At my work chair I shuffle around tidying things that didn’t need tidying. I’ve felt this way since my golden handshake. I’m not needed anymore but so full of rage that I can’t sit still. This house, this office reminds me of my past and I don’t like it.
Certificates hang on the walls, a medal in a glass frame that I got from rescuing some kid from his suicidal father sits in a glass case at the back of a shelf. My life had meaning once. Once I did good and helped others. Now, I couldn’t even help my own family. The depression sinks back in. The tea, hot and sweet, just how I like it, is a small comfort in times like this.
I don’t know why I checked the cameras but when I do I notice a blip on the day line. The cameras recorded something around 10pm tonight. The video fires up when I click it and I nearly drop my tea cup when it plays. I press my face closer to the monitor, my throat frozen. I fight back the tears. There is no mistaking the boy on the recording. Xander was at our front door not too long ago.
For some stupid reason I run to the door and fling it open. But he isn’t there. Just as quickly I run back and watch it again. Xander, his hand covered in a bandage, slips a letter under the door and then stops. His eyes are red from crying, and he has a tightness in his shoulder only fear can give.
My boy is scared, and I think I know why. Xander looks behind him. He fights some invisible fight, torn between the comfort of his home and the person controlling him. When his hand raises to knock on the door, his head flicks around as if someone calls him. The next second he’s gone.
I fold up like an old seaside deckchair. My mind shut down and emotions take over. My tears are hot, wet and never ending.
Why didn’t he knock? Julie would have saved him and we could have all been back together again.
Minutes turn by as I sit on the floor of my office in a crumbled mess. The computer hums, sounds of the night invade the room and I sit like an old, washed up fool. Suddenly two things dawn on me at once. One, my baby boy is alive, and two, he slipped something under the door.
For the second time, I run to the door. I hadn’t seen it when I came in because of Julie’s assault. I pull the yellow letter out from under the front door mat with a shaking hand.
It’s the same paper as before. Crinkled, yellow and smelling of mould. I opened it and read:
Dear detective,
It's strange that I haven’t seen you, so I sent your beloved. If you’re wondering, there is another of his fingers waiting on your step. Never underestimate that I will continue to chop him up.
If you want to avenge him you have to find me. But how can you do that, when yourselves can’t find the bodies? The two you’ve missed add to my collection nicely. But, I will help you find them. I’m not careless, I can’t have you leave them in their artistic poses.
That is your first clue, Detective. Do with it what you may. Xander is such a good boy. He is helping me to ready my artistic work. But it won’t be complete until you are here.
The body the detective found wasn’t really for him. He may have earned my wrath. We will see if he gets in the way again. He can’t help of course, that’s against the rules.
Now, a clue to the other bodies.
With God you can unload, where no souls tread. My letter can break codes, but for now, dread.
He shines in darkness, she in the light. Find one at it’s centre and one at your height.
I hope that helps. I’ve always found written words hold more power for me. These letters will also help drive your vengeance. Oh, how I want you angry, John. All I want you to feel is lt. I want it to drive you to know the pain like it’s mine. To feel it in every breath like I do, Detective. It dominates me.
I do hope you find the bodies before anyone else. It’s only fitting. I will be immensely cross if that doesn’t happen. If it does happen, well, I’ll repay whoever is so stupid. Even that detective.
My collection is getting big. Xander says it’s scary, but I think it’s perfection. Only one more part left, John. The last one is a big one. I’ll just have to pray to the Lord.
N.
The letter crumbles in my hand. I know where one of the bodies is. The abandoned church near Xander’s school. It seems fitting, it’s near enough to be insulting to both me and Xander, and depraved enough for the sick bastard as well.
The religious words in both letters make me believe he’s somehow warped by his faith, but in my experience most of these types of cases are with the aid of religious influences.
A religious nut, that’s all I need.
I reach for my phone and dial Rowland.
The letter told me where I could also find the body within the church. At the centre of all Churches is the cross. My hunch is, all I need to find is the biggest one and I’ll find the body. What I don’t get is the part of the letter about my height.
Rowland answers on the third ring.
“What’s up?” His voice cracks with the drone of the road, that means he isn't home yet.
Jackpot.
“I’ve got something. Meet me at the old church on Taymount Rise,” I don’t wait to hear his reply. I’m already getting my car keys off the hook and opening the door.
I may have moved out of the Forest Hill area when I was twelve, but it will always be a part of my childhood. My mother worked two of the pubs in the town and a restaurant in the mornings. I knew the place like the back of my hand. And I knew the Church too.
The thing was old, like two hundred years or something. Tall, imposing. Made of mortared stone in the old fashion. Strong and unbreakable. Like their faith some will say. I don’t know about that. I don’t have any faith left.
In the darkness it looked as foreboding as a monster’s castle. Thankfully, I didn’t give a shit about monsters and the moon gives off another light to see by. But the torches help where it won’t. The street lights were never good even when I lived here.
Rowland opens the heavy oak door with barely a sound. The interior is shrouded in darkness and smells as hollow as it looks. With the aid of a torch, rubbish and the scattering of once used furniture comes into view. At one point in time squatters had ransacked the place.
We don’t have to look hard to find him. My hunch was right, the cross is the centre of the Church and he’s strapped to it. The man is around twenty years old, his hair was probably blond once but it’s so encrusted with dirt and mud it’s almost black. I can also see he taken two body parts this time. The man’s right leg and left arm. Whatever this fucking weirdo is doing with the parts is anyone’s guess. But I’m guessing it’s not good.
“He must have fought him pretty badly,” Rowland flashes the torch on the scratches up his neck and face. I pick off the woven crown of twigs and cast it at the wall angrily.
“We better call this one in,” I let the torch fall on Rowland’s chest so I don’t blind him.
“We?” I hear the irony in his voice. “I better ring this one in, you better leave. If Monroe turns up and you’re here, he’s gonna have a fucking field day.”
He isn’t wrong.
While Rowland works the perimeter I do a quick search of the body and find another finger. It’s a pinky, and it doesn’t belong to the man.
“That three,” I say, holding it up for Rowland to see. Then I place it in the metal box that holds the others fingers. It fits snugly in my inside pocket much to Rowland’s horror. His disgusted face pisses me off.
“They’re my sons.” I say, barely hiding the strained tension in my voice. Rowland says nothing in return, but instead turns away.
He dials his phone and moves off. It’s the chance I’ve been waiting for. Throughout the whole investigation I’ve hidden the fact that there are letters. I know full well if I tell Monroe or Rowland about them, I won’t see them again. It’s sick to say it, but the letters are like life lines to my son. In some weird way I can’t be apart from them. It’s like they still connect me to Xander.
The letter I find slips into my pocket next to the fingers. I glance up quickly. Rowland’s back is turned. I turn and make my way out the door with the feeling like a ghost is about to jump out on me. A few seconds later and Rowland joins me.
“Ok, Monroe will probably be here first light, but forensics are on the way, that gives you a chance to get out of here,” he pats me on the shoulder.
I forget how long we’ve worked together. I was already a veteran when he got partnered with me. A middle aged fool. Like him, my old partner’s partner was pensioned off when I joined the force. The lucky bastard had a full eleven years of my sorry old ass riding next to his.
“Thanks, Leon. I appreciate it.”
He nods and waves me away. “You just get some rest. If anything else comes up I’ll let you know.”
As I pop the car door to get in, Rowland calls out.
“I forgot to ask, how did you know where to find this body?”
I didn’t think this far ahead.
“Good old police work,” I call, and hope he can’t see through my lie. “And a lucky hunch,” I smile trying to calm my nerves. Luckily, Rowland’s cheeks rise and a non-committed chuckle falls out of his mouth as he turns back to his phone.
I swallow the growing dread inside. I really want to open the letter and see if this one gives any clue to where my son is being held, but I can’t risk it.
Not here.
Not now.
Part 3
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2020.10.21 23:28 yougococo [Live] AEW Dynamite: October 21 2020: World Title Eliminator Tournament Night One

[Live] AEW Dynamite: October 21 2020: World Title Eliminator Tournament Night One

Look at all that meat! Someone call The Butch- ...oh.
Location: Daily's Place. Jacksonville, FL Time: 8pm EST Attendance: ~500
Well guys, if I learned anything from last week’s episode, it’s that people have left the honeymoon phase with AEW Dynamite en masse. Which is fine, things happen- so let’s write last week off and start fresh tonight, shall we? Because we have one hell of a show in store for us.
It’s balls to the wall as the first round of the World Title Eliminator Tournament kicks off! We’ll get to see brother v brother with Penta El Cero M and Rey Fénix taking each other on in singles competition (and here you were thinking you’d have to wait for a pay-per-view for it!). We also get Jungle Boy against Wardlow. If you’re having a difficult time imagining that going any way other than Wardlow tossing Jungle Boy aside like any empty bottle of creatine, you are most certainly not alone.
Most interestingly, Kenny Omega and his former tag team partner Hangman Page are on opposite sides of the bracket. They’ve been exchanging verbal jabs with one another pretty consistently since losing the tag titles. If we see both of them conquer their opponents tonight, we move one week closer to what could be a little less conversation and a little more action.
The #5 ranked Dr. Britt Baker will also seek another victory as she takes on an as-of-yet-unknown opponent. Of course Dr. Baker has her eye on champ Hikaru Shida’s gold- will she be able to continue to succeed?
MJF and Chris Jericho will chow down together while they (hopefully) figure out this whole Inner Circle membership thing. It’s anybody’s guess how this will end up, especially with Wardlow being a little busy with non-MJF related things to do.
Finally, we have a match to determine who will get a Tag Team Title opportunity at Full Gear against current champs FTR. The Young Bucks and FTR go way, way back- could this be their opportunity to finally get their hand on one another? The Butcher and The Blade have been making a showing of their own lately, and The Bunny returning to the fold could throw this match in their favor. Private Party and the Dark Order’s recruitment specialists 3 and 4 could also come through with a huge upset of their own also! It’s sure to be a chaotic, crazy mess!
Card (Rankings as of 10/21/2020 - Check out the full tournament bracket HERE):
-- World Title Eliminator Tournament Match: Penta El Cero M vs Rey Fénix
-- World Title Eliminator Tournament Match: Kenny Omega vs Sonny Kiss
-- World Title Eliminator Tournament Match: Hangman Page vs Colt Cabana
-- World Title Eliminator Tournament Match: Jungle Boy vs Wardlow
-- Dr. Britt Baker (#5) vs TBA
-- Le Dinner Debonair with MJF and Chris Jericho
-- #1 Contender 4-Way Tag Match: Private Party vs The Young Bucks (#1) vs The Butcher and The Blade (#4) vs Dark Order’s 3/Alex Reynolds and 4/John Silver
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2020.10.21 22:32 Britneyfan456 Which Actress had the best run in the 40s?

Best run in terms of anything
Ingrid Bergman: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Casablanca, For Whom the Bell Tolls, Gaslight, Spellbound, The Bells of St. Mary’s, Notorious, June Night, Adam Had Four Sons, Rage in Heaven, Saratoga Trunk, Swedes in America, Arch of Triumph, American Creed, Under Capricorn, and Joan of Arc.
Olivia De Havilland: The Snake Pit, Santa Fe Trail, Their Boots On, The Heiress, To Each His Own, In This Our Life, My Love Came Back, The Strawberry Blonde, The Male Animal, The Well Groomed Bride, Hold Back the Dawn, Thank Your Lucky Stars, Devotion, The Dark Mirror, Princess O'Rourke, and Government Girl.
Judy Garland: Andy Hardy Meets Debutante, Strike Up the Band, Little Nellie Kelly, Meet Me in St. Louis, Presenting Lily Mars, For Me and My Gal, Thousands Cheer, Girl Crazy, Babes on Broadway, Life Begins for Andy Hardy, Ziegfeld Girl, In the Good Old Summertime, The Pirate, Words and Music, Easter Parade, The Harvey Girls, Till the Clouds Roll By, and Ziegfeld Follies.
Gene Tierney: Son of Fury: The Story of Benjamin Blake, Heaven can Wait, Laura, Leave Her to Heaven, Dragonwyck, The Razor’s Edge, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, Tobacco Road, The Return of Frank James, Hudson's Bay, The Shanghai Gesture, A Bell for Adano, China Girl, Sundown, Belle Starr, Thunder Birds, Rings on Her Fingers, The Iron Curtain, and That Wonderful Urge.
Bette Davis: In This Our Life, Thank Your Lucky Stars, The Man Who Came to Dinner, The Little Foxes, The Letter, Now, Voyager, Beyond the Forest, Winter Meeting, June Bride, A Stolen Life, Deception, Hollywood Canteen, Old Acquaintance, Mr. Skeffington, Shining Victory, The Bride Came C.O.D., Watch on the Rhine, All This, and Heaven Too, and The Corn Is Green.
Joan Crawford: When Ladies Meet, Possessed, Mildred Pierce, Hollywood Canteen, Humoresque, Flamingo Road, It's a Great Feeling, Daisy Kenyon, Reunion in France, They All Kissed the Bride, Strange Cargo, Susan and God, Above Suspicion, and A Woman's Face.
Carole Lombard: They Knew What They Wanted, To Be or Not to Be, Vigil in the Night, and Mr. & Mrs. Smith.
Agnes Moorehead: Citizen Kane, The Magnificent Ambersons, Dark Passage, Journey into Fear, The Big Street, The Youngest Profession, Government Girl, Jane Eyre, Dragon Seed, Since You Went Away, The Seventh Cross, Mrs. Parkington, Our Vines Have Tender Grapes, Tomorrow, the World!, Keep Your Powder Dry, Her Highness and the Bellboy, Johnny Belinda, The Lost Moment, Summer Holiday, The Woman in White, The Stratton Story, Station West, The Great Sinner, and Without Honor.
Shirley Temple: A Kiss for Corliss, Fort Apache, Adventure in Baltimore, The Story of Seabiscuit, Mr. Belvedere Goes to College, The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer, Since You Went Away, Kiss and Tell, I'll Be Seeing You, Honeymoon, Kathleen, Young People, Miss Annie Rooney, The Blue Bird, and That Hagen Girl.
Ava Gardner: The Killers, The Hucksters, Singapore, One Touch of Venus, The Bribe,The Great Sinner, Major Barbara, East Side, West Side, Reunion in France, Fancy Answers, H. M. Pulham, Esq., Shadow of the Thin Man, Babes on Broadway, This Time for Keeps, Joe Smith, American, We Do It Because, Sunday Punch, Kid Glove Killer, Calling Dr. Gillespie, Mighty Lak a Goat, Du Barry Was a Lady, Hitler's Madman, Ghosts on the Loose, Two Girls and a Sailor, Lost Angel, Young Ideas, Swing Fever, Maisie Goes to Reno, 3 Men in White, She Went to the Races, Blonde Fever, and Whistle Stop.
Katharine Hepburn: The Philadelphia Story, Song of Love, Adam's Rib, Undercurrent, Without Love, State of the Union, The Sea of Grass, Stage Door Canteen, Dragon Seed, Woman of the Year, and Keeper of the Flame.
Maureen O Hara: Dance, Girl, Dance, How Green Was My Valley, The Black Swan, The Spanish Main, Miracle on 34th Street, Sinbad the Sailor, A Bill of Divorcement, They Met in Argentina, To the Shores of Tripoli, Ten Gentlemen from West Point, Immortal Sergeant, This Land Is Mine, The Fallen Sparrow, Buffalo Bill, Sentimental Journey, Do You Love Me, The Homestretch, The Foxes of Harrow, Forever Amber, The Forbidden Street, Father Was a Fullback, Sitting Pretty, and A Woman's Secret.
Lauren Bacall: The Big Sleep, Dark Passage, Key Largo, Confidential Agent, and Confidential Agent.
Vivien Leigh: Caesar and Cleopatra, Anna Karenina, 21 Days, Waterloo Bridge, and That Hamilton Woman.
Greer Garson: Mrs. Miniver, The Valley of Decision, Desire Me, That Forsyte Woman, The Miracle of Sound, Pride and Prejudice, Random Harvest, Blossoms in the Dust, Madame Curie, The Youngest Profession, When Ladies Meet, Adventure, Mrs. Parkington, and Julia Misbehaves.
Claudette Colbert: The Palm Beach Story, Since You Went Away, Bride for Sale, Sleep, My Love, Without Reservations, Family Honeymoon, Arise, My Love, Boom Town, Remember the Day, Skylark, No Time for Love, Practically Yours, So Proudly We Hail!, Guest Wife, Tomorrow Is Forever, The Secret Heart, and The Egg and I.
Lana Turner: Johnny Eager, Honky Tonk, Ziegfeld Girl, The Postman Always Rings Twice, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Somewhere I’ll Find You, Week-End at the Waldorf, Green Dolphin Street, Homecoming, The Three Musketeers, The Youngest Profession, Keep Your Powder Dry, We Who Are Young, Cass Timberlane, Slightly Dangerous, and Marriage Is a Private Affair.
Rita Hayworth: Gilda, Cover Girl, Blondie on a Budget, Tales of Manhattan, You Were Never Lovelier, The Lady from Shanghai, The Strawberry Blonde, You'll Never Get Rich, The Loves of Carmen, Affectionately Yours, My Gal Sal, Susan and God, Down to Earth, Tonight and Every Night, Blood and Sand, Angels Over Broadway, The Lady in Question, Music in My Heart, and Blondie on a Budget.
Joan Fontaine: Rebecca, Suspicion, The Constant Nymph, Jane Eyre, The Affairs of Susan, Ivy, Letter from an Unknown Woman, This Above All, Kiss the Blood Off My Hands, The Emperor Waltz, From This Day Forward, You Gotta Stay Happy, and Frenchman's Creek.
Jennifer Jones: The Song of Bernadette, Since You Went Away, Love Letters, Duel in the Sun, Madame Bovary, We Were Strangers, Portrait of Jennie, and Cluny Brown.
Hedy Lamarr: Comrade X, Come Live With Me, H.M. Pulham, Esq., Samson and Delilah, Tortilla Flat, Dishonored Lady, Ziegfeld Girl, Boom Town, Crossroads, The Strange Woman, White Cargo, Experiment Perilous, The Conspirators, Let's Live a Little, I Take This Woman, and The Heavenly Body.
Ginger Rogers: The Barkleys of Broadway, Tender Comrade, Kitty Foyle, Tom, Dick and Harry, I'll Be Seeing You, Roxie Hart, The Major and the Minor, Lucky Partners, Primrose Path, Week-End at the Waldorf, Once Upon a Honeymoon, Lady in the Dark, Magnificent Doll, Heartbeat, and It Had to Be You.
Barbara Stanwyck: East Side, West Side, Hollywood Canteen, Ball of Fire, The Lady Eve, Sorry, Wrong Number, Double Indemnity, Meet John Doe, You Belong to Me, Remember the Night, The Gay Sisters, The Great Man's Lady, Flesh and Fantasy, Lady of Burlesque, California, My Reputation, The Strange Love of Martha Ivers, The Bride Wore Boots, Christmas in Connecticut, Cry Wolf, The Two Mrs. Carrolls, Variety Girl, The Other Love, The Lady Gambles, and B.F.'s Daughter.
Veronica Lake: Sullivan’s Travels, This Gun for Hire, The Glass Key, I Married a Witch, So Proudly We Hail, Bring on the Girls, Miss Susie Slagle’s, The Blue Dahlia, I Wanted Wings, Forty Little Mothers, The Hour Before the Dawn, Ramrod, Hold That Blonde, Duffy's Tavern, Miss Susie Slagle's, Out of This World, Slattery's Hurricane, The Sainted Sisters, Isn't It Romantic?, Star Spangled Rhythm, and Saigon.
Setsuko Hara: Late Spring, Toyuki, Hebihimesama, Totsugu hi made, Onna no machi, Futari no sekai, Shimai no Yakusoku, Anî no hânayomê, Ôinaru kanô, Kêkkon no seitaî, A Story of Leadership, Kibô no aozora, Seishun no kiryû, Wakai sensei, Midori no daichi, Haha no chizu, Hawai Mare Oki Kaisen, Hawai Maree oki kaisen, Ahen senso, Bôrô no kesshitai, Toward the Decisive Battle in the Sky, Searing Wind, Suicide Troops of the Watchtower, Ikari no umi, Young Eagles, Shôri no hi made, Kita no san-nin, Koi no fuunjî, Midori no kokkyô, Reijin, Midori no kokkyô, No Regrets for Our Youth, Yuwaku, Kakedashi jidai, A Ball at the Anjo House, Onnadake no yoru, Sanbon yubi no otoko, Toki no teizo: zengohen, Fujisancho, Taifuken no onna, Kofuku no genkai, President and a female clerk, Tonosama Hotel, Ojôsan kanpai, Aoi sanmyaku, and Zoku aoi sanmyaku.
Betty Grable: Down Argentine Way, Mother Wore Tights, Down Argentine Way, When My Baby Smiles at Me, The Dolly Sisters, Pin Up Girl, Springtime in the Rockies, Coney Island, The Beautiful Blonde from Bashful Bend, Tin Pan Alley, Sweet Rosie O'Grady, A Yank in the R.A.F., Footlight Serenade, I Wake Up Screaming, Song of the Islands, Diamond Horseshoe,
Deborah Kerr: The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp, Black Narcissus, Contraband, Penn of Pennsylvania, A Battle for a Bottle, Love on the Dole, Major Barbara, Major Barbara, Edward, My Son, Hatter's Castle, The Day Will Dawn, If Winter Comes, Perfect Strangers, and I See a Dark Stranger.
Donna Reed: Shadow of the Thin Man, Calling Dr. Gillespie, It's a Wonderful Life, Convicted Woman, The Get-Away, Babes on Broadway, The Courtship of Andy Hardy, The Bugle Sounds, Mokey, Apache Trail, Eyes in the Night, Dr. Gillespie's Criminal Case, The Human Comedy, The Man from Down Under, Thousands Cheer, See Here, Private Hargrove, Green Dolphin Street, Chicago Deadline, Beyond Glory, The Picture of Dorian Gray, They Were Expendable, Faithful in My Fashion, and Gentle Annie.
Kim Hunter: A Matter of Life and Death, When Strangers Marry, You Came Along, The Seventh Victim, Tender Comrade, and A Canterbury Tale.
Alida Valli: The Third Man, Piccolo mondo antico, The Paradine Case, The Miracle of the Bells, We the Living, T'amerò sempre, I pagliacci, Apparizione, The Song of Life, The Two Orphans, The First Woman Who Passes, Light in the Darkness, The Secret Lover, Manon Lescaut, The Last Enemy, Red Tavern, Beyond Love, Schoolgirl Diary, Invisible Chains, Stasera niente di nuovo, The Za-Bum Circus, Life Begins Anew, and Eugenia Grandet.
Anne Baxter: 20 Mule Team, The Magnificent Ambersons, Five Graves to Cairo, The Razor's Edge, Yellow Sky, The Great Profile, Swamp Water, Charley's Aunt, Sunday Dinner for a Soldier, The Fighting Sullivans, The North Star, Smoky, The Purple Heart, The Eve of St. Mark, Guest in the House, You're My Everything, The Walls of Jericho, Homecoming, The Luck of the Irish, Blaze of Noon, Angel on My Shoulder, and A Royal Scandal.
Teresa Wright: The Little Foxes, Mrs.. Miniver, Enchantment, Shadow of a Doubt, The Best Years of Our Lives, Pursued, The Trouble with Women, The Pride of the Yankees, The Little Foxes, Casanova Brown, and The Imperfect Lady.
Mary Astor: The Maltese Falcon, The Palm Beach Story, The Great Lie, Act of Violence, Meet Me in St. Louis, Fiesta, East Side, West Side, Young Ideas, Blonde Fever, Turnabout, Brigham Young, Across the Pacific, Claudia and David, Little Women, Any Number Can Play, Desert Fury, and Cynthia.
Jane Wyman: Johnny Belinda, Brother Rat and a Baby, Bad Men of Missouri, My Love Came Back, The Lost Weekend, Magic Town, Make Your Own Bed, Princess O'Rourke, Footlight Serenade, Cheyenne, The Lady Takes a Sailor, A Kiss in the Dark, The Doughgirls, An Angel from Texas, Flight Angels, Gambling on the High Seas, Tugboat Annie Sails Again, You're in the Army Now, The Body Disappears, Honeymoon for Three, My Favorite Spy, Larceny, Inc., Crime by Night, The Yearling,Hollywood Canteen, One More Tomorrow, and Night and Day.
Ann Sheridan: They Drive by Night, The Man Who Came to Dinner, Kings Row, Nora Prentiss, I Was a Male War Bride, Honeymoon for Three, One More Tomorrow, City for Conquest, Torrid Zone, Castle on the Hudson, It All Came True, Navy Blues, George Washington Slept Here, Wings for the Eagle, Juke Girl, Silver River, The Unfaithful, Edge of Darkness, Thank Your Lucky Stars, Cinderella Jones, Shine On, Harvest Moon, and Good Sam.
Ida Lupino: They Drive by Night, Devotion, In Our Time, The Sea Wolf, High Sierra, Thank Your Lucky Stars, Out of the Fog, Life Begins at Eight-Thirty, Moontide, Ladies in Retirement, Hollywood Canteen, Forever and a Day, The Hard Way, Pillow to Post, Road House, The Man I Love, Escape Me Never, Deep Valley, Not Wanted, Never Fear, and Lust for Gold.
Joan Bennett: Man Hunt, The Woman in the Window, Scarlet Street, The House Across the Bay, The Man I Married, The Son of Monte Cristo, Green Hell, She Knew All the Answers, Wild Geese Calling, The Reckless Moment, Secret Beyond the Door, Hollow Triumph, The Woman on the Beach, Margin for Error, Twin Beds, Confirm or Deny, The Wife Takes a Flyer, Colonel Effingham's Raid, The Macomber Affair, Girl Trouble, and Nob Hill.
Tallulah Bankhead: A Royal Scandal, Stage Door Canteen, and Lifeboat.
Jane Greer: Out of the Past, Pan-Americana, Two O'Clock Courage, Sinbad the Sailor, George White's Scandals, The Falcon's Alibi, Dick Tracy, The Bamboo Blonde, Station West, Sunset Pass, They Won't Believe Me, and The Big Steal.
Margaret O'Brien: Jane Eyre, Meet Me in St. Louis, The Unfinished Dance, Our Vines Have Tender Grapes, Lost Angel, Three Wise Fools, Big City, Little Women, Tenth Avenue Angel, The Secret Garden, Music for Millions, Bad Bascomb, Journey for Margaret, You, John Jones!, and The Canterville Ghost.
Lucille Ball: Without Love, Ziegfeld Follies, Dance, Girl, Dance, The Big Street, Du Barry Was a Lady, The Marines Fly High, You Can't Fool Your Wife, A Girl, a Guy and a Gob, Too Many Girls,Thousands Cheer, Seven Days' Leave, Easy Living, Abbott and Costello in Hollywood, Look Who's Laughing, Valley of the Sun, Lured, Easy to Wed, Two Smart People, Her Husband's Affairs, Sorrowful Jones, The Dark Corner, Lover Come Back, Best Foot Forward, and Meet the People.
Cyd Charisse: Ziegfeld Follies, Escort Girl, Something to Shout About, Thousands Cheer, Mission to Moscow, The Harvey Girls, Till the Clouds Roll By, In Our Time, Three Wise Fools, Fiesta, The Unfinished Dance, On an Island with You, and The Kissing Bandit.
Susan Hayward: The Lost Moment, Smash-Up, the Story of a Woman, My Foolish Heart, Adam Had Four Sons, Sis Hopkins, They Won't Believe Me, Canyon Passage, And Now Tomorrow, Deadline at Dawn, Hit Parade of 1943, Star Spangled Rhythm, A Letter from Bataan, Young and Willing, Tulsa, The Saxon Charm, House of Strangers, Tap Roots, Among the Living, Reap the Wild Wind, The Forest Rangers, Jack London, The Fighting Seabees, and The Hairy Ape.
June Allyson: The Secret Heart, Music for Millions, Best Foot Forward, Meet the People, Two Girls and a Sailor, Girl Crazy, All Girl Revue, Her Highness and the Bellboy, The Three Musketeers, Good News, The Stratton Story, Words and Music, High Barbaree, Till the Clouds Roll By, The Sailor Takes a Wife, Two Sisters from Boston, and The Bride Goes Wild.
Susan Peters: Young Ideas, Tish, Santa Fe Trail, The Big Shot, Random Harvest, Keep Your Powder Dry, Song of Russia, Assignment in Brittany, The Sign of the Ram, Dr. Gillespie's New Assistant, Andy Hardy's Double Life, A New Romance of Celluloid: Personalities, Sockaroo, River's End, Meet John Doe, The Strawberry Blonde, Scattergood Pulls the Strings, Three Sons o' Guns, Young America Flies, Money and the Woman, and The Man Who Talked Too Much.
Betty Hutton: Duffy's Tavern, Hollywood Victory Caravan, Dream Girl, Red, Hot and Blue, Star Spangled Rhythm, One for the Book, Happy Go Lucky, Strictly G.I., Skirmish on the Home Front, The Miracle of Morgan's Creek, Cross My Heart, The Perils of Pauline, The Stork Club,Here Come the Waves, And the Angels Sing, Incendiary Blonde, The Fleet's In, and Let's Face It.
Celeste Holm: Road House, Gentleman's Agreement, Come to the Stable, The Snake Pit, Everybody Does It, Chicken Every Sunday, A Letter to Three Wives, Three Little Girls in Blue, and Carnival in Costa Rica.
Celia Johnson: In Which We Serve, Brief Encounter, This Happy Breed, Dear Octopus, and A Letter from Home.
Jane Wyman: Brother Rat and a Baby, Bad Men of Missouri, Johnny Belinda, The Lost Weekend, An Angel from Texas, Flight Angels, Gambling on the High Seas, My Love Came Back, Tugboat Annie Sails Again, Honeymoon for Three, You're in the Army Now, The Body Disappears, Larceny, Inc., My Favorite Spy, Footlight Serenade, Princess O'Rourke, Make Your Own Bed, The Doughgirls, Crime by Night, One More Tomorrow, Night and Day, The Yearling, Magic Town, Cheyenne, A Kiss in the Dark, and The Lady Takes a Sailor.
It’s Gene Tierney or Joan Fontaine for me
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2020.10.21 11:05 OliviaEdwardHere Cute Good Morning Texts For Him To Make Him Smile, keep the love feeling alive and fresh between couples:

Love is wonderful. More so if it is a shared feeling between two people. There are ways to keep the love feeling alive and fresh between couples, one of which is sending your partner cute good morning texts specially designed for him, to make him smile. This always works like magic!
These cute good morning texts for him to make him smile are a collection of good morning paragraphs for him, romantic good morning quotes for him, long good morning texts for him and flirty good morning texts for him. Send your partner cute good morning texts for him, to make him smile and be sure to thank me later for its effectiveness in keeping your love bond strong.
[👉Good Morning Paragraphs For Him👈]
  1. The best of me is found with you. The greatest of me, yet with you. I couldn’t have been this lovely, If not for your love. Good Morning.
  2. A day is nothing good without the sun, As the night is nothing better without the moon. My morning night and noon is nothing without you. Good morning my life and my love.
  3. Just like how a beautiful morning is incomplete without its orange hue, my morning coffee is incomplete without texting you. Good morning.
  4. I want to be the reason why you smile every morning, I want to be the reason for the happiness in your heart, the spring in your step and the song on your lips. Have a great day ahead!
  5. The best feeling in the world is to know that you belong to me and you are mine. Every morning that is all I need to know and that itself is enough for me to have a good day.
  6. You are the bacon to my eggs, the PB to my J, and the French to my toast. I just wanted to say good morning, and also that I’m very hungry right now.
  7. All my worries are gone, All my struggles are done! My future is great with you And from now, that I can envisage. I love my life with you. Good morning!
  8. I’m sending you this text first thing in the morning, not to say good morning but to make you smile the second you wake up.
  9. Knock!! May I come into your world? I bring no flowers, No cakes, But wishes to keep you fresh, Prayer to keep you healthy, And love to keep you smiling… Good Morning.
  10. If this morning comes as a book, I would dedicate it to you. If it comes as a food, I would make it a table for two. Good morning my heart.
  11. Loving you was the best decision of my life. Like the rays of the sun, you shine through my heart every day. You bring joy into my life and fill me with happiness. I love you!
  12. Good morning to the man who makes my wishes and desires come true, and brings joy and happiness to my life. Wakeup & Wink those Teeny Weeny Eyes. Stretch those Inzy Winzy Bones, Wear that Jolly Winning smile & tell yourself today is a beautiful day… Good Morning!
  13. You are the bacon to my eggs, the PB to my J, and the French to my toast. I just wanted to say good morning, and also that I’m very hungry right now.
  14. I will never hurt you. I will never lie to you. I will always support you. I will forever care for you. I will never let you cry. We will be together, even after we die. I love you… Good morning.
  15. The weather forecast said there is a storm coming our way. I’m looking forward to standing in the rain with you and then sip coffee as we gaze out the window, dreaming about our future together. Good morning.
  16. I don’t know if we were meant to be or not, but I do know that I love you a lot. Good morning.
  17. Every morning my love for you keeps growing and I feel like I am getting closer to you as each day passes by. You are the dream love of my life and I need you every day. Good morning.
  18. Mornings Are Beautiful because It Starts With Your Love that Stays With Me All Day Long. Good Morning Dear.
  19. Do you know how insanely happy you make me? No? Then I’m glad I told you so you can start your day knowing how in love with you I am.
[👉Romantic Good Morning Quotes For Him👈]
  1. “Your love shines in my heart as the sun that shines upon the earth.” — Eleanor Di Guillo
  2. “I hope you know that every time I tell you to get home safe, stay warm, have a good day, or sleep well what I am saying is I love you. I love you so damn much that it is starting to steal other words’ meanings.“ Elle Woods
  3. “The best love is the kind that awakens the soul; that makes us reach for more, that plants the fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. That’s what I hope to give you forever.“ Nicholas Sparks
  4. “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Pablo Neruda
  5. “So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.” Paulo Coehlo
  6. “I love you, with no beginning, no end. I love you as you have become an extra necessary organ in my body. I love you without fear. Without expectations. Wanting nothing in return, except that you allow me to keep you here in my heart, that I may always know your strength, your eyes, and your spirit that gave me freedom and let me fly.“ Coco J. Ginger
  7. “I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.” John Green
[👉Long Good Morning Texts For Him👈]
  1. Your warmth envelops me tight, your affection makes everything right. Your company puts me on cloud nine, your presence makes everything fine. Your eyes show me the way, your heartbeat guides me night and day. It is amazing to wake up in the morning, open my eyes and see you. Good morning handsome.
  2. Much of the joy in my morning is because of you. Much of the happiness in the moments of the day is because of you. My life wouldn’t be so great without you in it. I love you, my sweet.
  3. I went to sleep smiling because I would dream of you, but the smile on my face right now is because you are not a dream. You’re mine. Good morning sweetheart.
  4. Good morning to my knight in shining armor. The one man who can make all of my troubles and sorrows disappear with just one kiss. Thank you for bringing so much joy into my life.
[👉Funny Good Morning Texts For Him👈]
  1. This text is meant to make your day sweeter than yesterday, so you’ll be paying for it. Good morning, dear.
  2. Now that you’re awake, run to where I am and get a kiss that will blow your mind. Good morning to you meanwhile.
  3. Beautiful hours waiting for you today, and I’ll be waiting for you after work. Good morning to you, dear.
  4. If you’re reading this, then know that you are loved like I love diamonds. Maybe you should turn into a diamond for me. Good morning, darling.
  5. You can’t run from me. Wake up to meet me again. Good morning, darling.
[👉Flirty Good Morning Texts For Him👈]
  1. My favorite times of the day are the mornings, like this morning, when I wake up to you, and when I know I will see you again tonight.
  2. I am sending big kisses and a big smile to you so that your morning starts with the love that you deserve.
  3. I love all of the time we spend together, and I especially love that we get to start the day with each other now. Have a beautiful morning and day, my love.
  4. I know you work so hard all day, and so I wanted to say good morning to you and let you know how much I hope your day is easier.
  5. Good morning to my favorite person in the whole world. May every moment of your day be as enjoyable as possible! Having gone through this collection of cute good morning texts for him, to make him smile, it is important that at least one cute good morning text for him to make him smile is sent to your partner every day.
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2020.10.21 07:16 EnGoodz ❗ Famous Founder of the ‘Modern Gay-Rights Movement’ Harry Hay, Mentor was a Jesuit Priest & Says Wearing a Mask is for Homosexuals

Devout Roman Catholic, O.T.O Member, Liberation Theologian, & Famous Founder of the ‘Modern Gay-Rights Movement’ Harry Hay, Most Serious Mentor was a Jesuit Priest & Said Wearing a Mask is for Homosexual Occultists Practicing Communism

“After approximately ten years in South Africa, Big Harry set his sights on Margaret Neall at the formal dances, lawn tennis, and similar social occasions sponsored by the Martha Washington Club for American women in South Africa. Few stories of their courtship survive, save that Margaret’s parents disapproved; there was a seventeen-year age difference between the couple, and Hay was not Catholic. They may have also worried that despite his already accumulated riches, the demanding life of the ambitious, 42-year-old man would be taxing to whomever he married. In fact, he had just been offered the job of opening new gold mines in the uncolonized district of Tarkwa in the Gold Coast. But Margaret knew her own mind and was herself ambitious. Her military family had been genteel but never affluent, and when the handsome, wealthy man proposed, she accepted. As part of the arrangement, Big Harry converted to Catholicism and agreed that any children would be raised in the Catholic Church.”

“Harry’s most serious Mentor was a Jesuit Priest who invited him for weekly tutoring sessions on Philosophy and Religion, hoping (unsuccessfully) to persuade young Harry to take the cloth.”

“When in later years he told this favorite coming-out story, he referred to it ironically as his ‘child molestation speech,’ to make the point of how sharply gay life differs from heterosexual norms. ‘As a child,’ he explained, ‘I molested an adult until I found out what I needed to know.’ He recalled that Matt’s promise of a new world and a future served as a life raft during the isolated period of high school. Far from being an experience of ‘molestation,’ Harry always described it as ‘the most beautiful gift that a fourteen-year-old ever got from his first love!’ The following year, a rapidly maturing Harry broke with the Catholic Church. Like his father, he was not particularly Religious to begin with, but he attended Mass regularly at St. Gregory’s [Roman Catholic Jesuit controlled St. Gregory Nazi-anzen Church Bronson Ave, Los Angeles], at Ninth Street and Norton, to perform his bass solos in the choir. ‘When the soprano was absent, I could use my counter-tenor high head-tones to sing her part. Since the Congregation sat in front of us, nobody noticed that it was me. For the same reason, they didn’t notice when I slipped under the seats with the nice-looking tenor, George, and kissed during mass.’ The Saturday afternoon before Easter [Babylonian child orgy and sacrifice Feast of Ishtar, nowhere found in the Bible, Constantine replaced the Feast of Passover for it] of that year he waited, with many of the other Parishioners of St. Gregory’s, to endure the twice-yearly Confession. ‘Almost everyone in the Congregation was there,’ he recalled, as the Priest, Father Follen, took the Confessions one by one. When it was Harry’s turn, he made his confession, but ‘instead of telling me a penance, Father Follen asked, ‘And now, my son, have you thoroughly searched your soul and confessed to God all the sins you have committed for which you are truly repentant?’ I said yes, I was finished. It did fleetingly cross my mind about George and me, but already I was thinking that this was something that was not a sin, and was not wrong, and was beautiful, and some day I would find the words to tell people. So I said nothing more. ‘Suddenly, there was an abrupt drop in the temperature. I could feel it through the screen. His voice came back very low and very cold, and he gruffly repeated, ‘Have you finished?’ I said, ‘Yes.’ ‘You have not!’ he said. I realized in that instant that Father Follen knew who I was, which he was not supposed to—and that George had talked. ‘Are you going to say you are sorry?’ he asked. I wasn’t sorry, and there was nothing for me to confess. There was a moment of strained silence as he waited, then I heard him putting on his vestments. Before I knew what was happening, he reached into my side of the Confessional, grabbed me by the collar and by the back of the belt, and, in front of all those waiting people, marched me to the front of the Cathedral, kicked open the door with his foot, and pushed me out, shouting, ‘Don’t come back until you are ready to say you’re sorry.’ Harry never did. But when, during the Depression, he visited home from College, he sometimes went to St. Gregory’s, not as a Parishioner, but as a Musician, to play an occasional Mass. ‘From the pulpit, Father Fallon would thank me for the music, and then invite me to the Sacristy, where we would finish off the Sacramental wine. Then the old hypocrite would chase me around the table. But I never let him catch me. I was very wise by then.”

“Sometimes the kids from the Filth and Famine League would go hear Harry play the organ for the Los Angeles Lodge of the Order of the Eastern Temple, or O.T.O., [Jesuit Priest, see website for citations] Aleister Crowley’s notorious anti-Christian [pro-Catholic] Spiritual Group. Based on the [Jesuit created and controlled, see my website for citations] Order of the Golden Dawn, a Secret-Society concerned with the use of ritual sex in magic, Crowley’s Society was not so secret and was known to have created homosexual sex-magic rituals. The O.T.O. motto, [Jesuit Casuistry] ‘Do What Thou Wilt Shall Be the Whole of the Law,’ inspired the name of its mother Church, the Abbey of Thelema, which in Greek means ‘will.’ The original Abbey was in [Roman Catholic, Jesuit controlled] Sicily, but the Los Angeles chapter also called their meeting place Thelema, although the smallish quarters were in the attic of a four-story house in Hollywood. Regina Kahl, with whom Harry had acted, was high priestess of O.T.O., and she hired Harry to play the organ at Services. In keeping with the times, no one was openly gay, but the Lodge was run by a frail man named Wilfred Smith, who often performed ‘Exorcisms’ on attractive young men. Kahl, whom Harry described as ‘the biggest lez you ever saw,’ and two older women known as the Wolfe sisters were Priestesses. The Wolfe sisters wistfully hinted that sex-magic rituals would be nice if enough people ever joined the Los Angeles Temple—but enough never did. When the services were to start, remembered Harry, ‘a gong sounded and we’d get to the Chapel by ladder. The Congregation sat in pews facing a sarcophagus behind a gauze curtain. Regina, in a flowing robe, slit the veil with a sword and out came Wilfred wearing a snake diadem and a red velvet cape velvet cape made from a theater curtain. ‘I am a man among men,’ he would say. Then, taking Regina, who towered above him, he’d say, ‘Come thou virgin, pure and without spot.’ Many visitors had trouble keeping a straight face. Harry mischievously slipped ‘Barnacle Bill the Sailor’ or ‘Yes, We Have No Bananas!’ slowed to dirge tempo, into the contrapuntal themes he was hired to play. Frequently, he dropped into his [non] former Catholic Church to play a Mass earlier in the day just to balance his Sacrilege.”

“The simple fact of being in New York made even everyday events take on a more vivid quality. ‘Every Sunday there was a parade somewhere or other,’ Harry recalled, ‘parades for various Saints of the Catholic Church, for local candidates, for the neighborhood Junior High School. If we wanted to have a parade that was important to the Left, we’d have to check with the Junior High first.’ The Hays frequented parades.”

“John Lyon Burnside III had already met Harry at Gerald Heard’s house … Burnside’s background was respectable; … winding up as a staff Scientist at [Jesuit created and controlled, see website for citations] Lockheed. … Burnside was at once an attentive listener and as discursive as Harry, the perfect partner for Harry’s ongoing dialogues about gays. Though John arrived a nerve-racking three hours late to their first date, they postponed the chef ’s salad Harry had prepared for another five hours, which they spent in bed. They fell for each other at every level, as they found out how much they had in common. Burnside was also a westerner, from Seattle. Both were [non] lapsed Catholics, were close in age (Burnside was forty-seven; Harry fifty-one) and had weathered long Heterosexual marriages.”

“Harry got to know every Indian dance, every festival time, and the best route to every Catholic Cathedral and windowless Church of the Penitente Catholics. [Literally creating and performing the Roman Catholic black-magic Eucharist for his homosexual sex-magic rituals—that is to say—Roman Catholicism.] He baked his own recipe of high nutrition bread for the gay waifs who came for showers, dried apple chips when there was a bumper crop, and made wine from currants, pears and plums.”
—Stuart Timmons (Homosexual Idolater Author of Harry Hay); ‘The Trouble with Harry Hay: Founder of the Modern Gay Movement,’ pp. 24-25, 48, 54-55, 97-98, 134, 245-246, 247, (Boston: 1990) [Emphasis Mine]
His Jesuit mentor was beyond a doubt absolutely successful in his mission commanded to him by his Jesuit Superior.

From a May, 1951 interview with Jesuit Spiritual Coadjutor, Harry Hay; wearing a mask is for homosexual occultists practicing Communism (Jesuit created Ecumenical Liberation Theology)—:
“One masque group was known as the ‘Société Mattachine.’ These Societies, lifelong Secret Fraternities of unmarried townsmen who never performed in public unmasked, were dedicated to going out into the countryside and conducting dances and rituals during the [Roman Catholic] Feast of Fools, at the Vernal Equinox. Sometimes these dance rituals, or masques, were peasant protests against oppression—with the maskers, in the people's name, receiving the brunt of a given lord's vicious retaliation. So we took the name Mattachine because we felt that we 1950s Gays were also a masked people, unknown and anonymous, who might become engaged in morale building and helping ourselves and others, through struggle, to move toward total redress and change.” —Henry Hay (May, 1951)
—Jonathan Katz; ‘Gay American History: Lesbians and Gay Men in the U.S.A,’ p. 620-622, (New York: 1978) [Emphasis Mine]

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❤️ Yahusha is Ha'Mashiach, the Yachid of Yahuah, who is Elohiym and 'Echad
If you shall confess with your mouth Adonai Yahusha, and shall believe in your heart that Yah has raised him from the dead, you shall be saved.
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2020.10.21 01:38 Flaky_Cake Trying to fall out of love, even if i don't want to

hi...
sorry for my spelling in advance
first post over here and wel ... a bit unsure of how to start.
During the quarantine this past summer i sort of admitted attraction/feelings to a friend of mine. Lets call him "John". Now we have known each other for a few years now and my crush has come and gone in those times, i never told him about it mostly because i always was afraid of him knowing and rejecting me as a partner. a fear that became bigger after another relationship where the guy chose somebody els because she was a better future related choice (had the last laugh on that tho as she dumped him rather quickly)
But me and John have been really good friends and got much closer in the last few months, He is also poly and had at the time 2 partners of which one was a very long term one and the other isn't sexual and is purely platonic. Now last summer on one of our really late night video calls and we started talking about attraction and whatnot, it sorta came out with him finding out about me having attraction/feelings for him. He admitted to be sort of suprised as he never really thought me to be interested(I have a difficult time with the idea of sex and my friends know). Turns out he also did have some attraction to me.
Now you would think hurray mutual interest right..., wel thats not really how it's been going, he was not in the country the first month after all this came out and he didn't know if he wanted a new partner, he tends to make choices based on his partners and at first didn't wanne get a new partner thinking he might leave in a few years to live in another country and such, also he had to wait to see if het got chosen for a certain funding to even know what he would be doing these coming years. so he was stressed and unsure... i understood this and respected all of that and we opted to wait till after the interview and such. In the time he got back he also was very open towards me about any other people he had interest and such. I didn't really mind him liking other people as i know he was poly, but i would lie if i said i wasn't anxious... but we were not in a relationship, His long term partner had ended their relationship as it being a relationship but remained best friends, it was more because they felt like they didn't wanne be a restriction as they didn't fully share the same believe i think.
once he got back and restrictions were lifted and he got back and met up with each other we quickly confirmed that there was def also fysical attraction, we didn't have sex but messed around allot. he also told me that he didn't know if he wanted a new partnegf and sort of got anxious with that label. I wil admit that that did hurt and i did cry a bit about that. but it was stil before he knew anything about funding and stuff and he said he doesn't know what he feels and such. So we just continued as this weird thing that was not quite FWB but akin to it.
wel some weeks later and he got the funding and has several people that seem somewhat interested which he flirts with but me and another girl that isin't interested in anything serious are sort of the ones he sees mostly, she lives close-by to him and they don't seem as physical but are sometimes as far as im aware of. I live in another city thats a hour away with the train, we frequently video chat even tho most of those times are instigated because we have a game in group setting or by me.
He has expressed to me that he has felt so confused and anxious with me about his feelings in general and he doesn't wanne string me along but also doesn't wanne go in a relationship that he then wil need to end because he feels stressed about it. He has asked me several times what i wanted and again i have said that i wanted to be thought of as a partner but not if he didn't have those feelings. But saying there is nothing between us to the rest of the world... hurts. Because my my feeling feel like they just are not worth mentioning as i don't want to say something that is only one sided
he says he loves me as a dear friend and whatnot and doesn't wanne lose me, and i promised that whatever happened we would stay friends which is important to us both. But i am an idiot and got actual feelings for him and don't know how i can lessen them.
I know he isn't in love with me, and that we aren't together ... and that hurts, yet i have these moments that tell me... maybe if i just wait?
then i wanne just punch myself cause he doen't own me that and that just set me up for more pain. He also has said that if i don't wanne do anything anymore that's fine or if i find somebody als im interested in i should go for it, when he is tipsy he says and acts in ways that confuse me a bit and give me hope. and then i need to slap myself back to reality.
I try and repeat all the bad aspects and how things wouldn't work anyway and such, how we aren't compatible and such... i am nit picky about him in my head and all that stuff, but it's not working very well...
I have thought in my head of just trying to have less contact... but in a way im afraid that il just prove how little i actually occupy his mind...
im sorry if this is ranty i just... wel i can't talk to most friends about this because i don't wanne have them ask again and again how it is between us....
I don't know even know what i am asking of advice ... i just feel stupid
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2020.10.20 18:59 Oculusfluffy Sam Adams Guide Chapter 4 - Episode 2 - Pumpiikin and Squeakyfriend

Sam Adams Guide Chapter 4 - Episode 2 - Pumpiikin and Squeakyfriend
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Mr. Adams' Guide to Practical Fluffs - Part 4 - Episode 2

by Oculus
Featuring art by Pumpiikin, Squeakyfriend and Waggytail
( >>46593 )
Sam and you have reached the town where Sugar Crest farms, and with it, the Sugar Crest café, is located. He has parked his car at a Multistorey car park, and the two of you are currently walking towards the farm. You reach a junction, and see a blonde walking her fluffy. It is an orange pumpiikin with a red mane and a permanently sourpuss face.

"Aww, look Pussy Cat! I've don't think I've seen feral fluffies on this side of town! Hope he doesn't get run over."

On the other side of the road, you see a rather enthusiastic white Pumpiikin, waving enthusiastically to the orange fluff, much to the latter's chagrin.

"Fwuffy name Wiwwiam! Wait wight thewe, Wiwwiam come gib yu bestest huggies, nyu fwend!"

William proceeds to cross the road. VROOM! Within mere seconds, a speeding ferrarri flattens William, turning the hapless fluffy into roadkill.

"Holy SHIT!" Both Sam and you have the same reaction. As you stare at the sad corpse of the helpess fluffy, you then hear a rather chilling sound.

"Wiww yewwo fwuffy teww fwuffy mummah to come hewp Wiwwiam cwoss woad!?"

A literal copy of William is standing not too far from the corpse of the previous William. It boggles your mind. Is it a clone? Sam, however, has a more serious look on his face.

"Another temporal anomaly. Its not looking good."

~

Pumpiikin Fluffalo (Artist:Pumpiikin)
You reach the farm, and see a herd of fluffalo at play. They are about twice the size of the average fluffy, and have two horns. They have more bovine characteristics, save for the abnormal amount of fluff associated with fluffy ponies.

"So, these are the fluffalo you're about?"
"Yes! There were two versions of the Fluffalo, the first being the Marcusmaximus breed that was released back in the day. Those were rare and discontinued. ( >>1192 )

Then, Hasbio rereleased the Fluffalo, but this time, under the Pumpiikin breed and brand name." ( >>46620 )
"So these are technically related to the Pumpiikin fluffy?"
"You could say that.
I've been quite curious about fluffalos. There are many actual subspecies of fluffies and fluffylike animals released by Hasbio, but, many of them don't last or become rare. So animals like puffy griffins, which once used to be more reoccurring, now hardly appear.

It is why we have not seen a Marcusmaximus fluffalo in a good while. Currently, most fluffalos are Pumpiikins, and even those, most are currently herded and raised in this farm here."
"The fluffalo here must be expensive!"
"At the current moment, no. It is marketed as Grade A beef with 'none of the guilt', but, because Hasbio still generates new fluffaloes, and whoever is behind the Pumpiikin project is still around, the price of fluffalo meat will remain to be cheap."

Sam's voice becomes a bit grim, as a thought crosses his mind

"I've been considering that some of the beef we're consuming in this day and age may very well be fluffalo meat." As he says this, you ponder to yourself. You have no problems with eating beef, but, would you eat meat derived from a fluffalo? Considering that they are literally talking cattle?

~

Sam has gone to meet the owners of the Sugar Crest farms. While waiting for Sam to get back to you, you are busy watching the fluffalo at the farm. Some are intermingling with the fluffies, but a farmhand is present, making sure the fluffalo do not get too rowdy. In the distance, you can see one fluffalo drinking milk from a pregnant fluffy mare. A farmhand is desperately trying to separate them. ( >>46987 )
As you keep watching, a farmhand notices you, leaning on the fence.

"So I take it you're with Sam."

You take a good look at him. He is wearing a checkered cotton shirt, jeans, and is wearing a straw hat.

"I am," you reply.
"Sam mentions you're one of them fluffyhugger types like him. Nothing wrong with that. We love fluffies too."

You resent that statement. What would a farmer, who raises animals meant to be slaughtered, know about loving animals? As you think that, you suddenly realize that he knows what you're thinking.

"It used to be a lot worse. Back in the day, when things weren't really regulated, fluffies would be processed and mutilated while they were still conscious in some factories. Factory-bred food fluffies would be still conscious of the torture they were getting. I've seen the footage of unwanted male foals churned through a macerator. Watching young male foals die to that process is difficult, seeing young talking fluffy babbehs go through that process is excruciating."

"If its excruciating, why are you fine with all of this then?"

The farmhand signs, as he eyes the care nearby

"You know, back in the day, there used to be more instances of people catching random ferals on the streets to eat them. It sounds weird to you, but it happened. There's something about fluffy meat that seems to attract both the abuser, and the curious connoisseur. Like, I'll never eat dolphin meat, but the Japanese have an entire culture devoted to the consumption of dolphin and whale meat. You may not understand it, but, one thing I've noticed is that, when fluffy meat is more readily available, less people are inclined to abuse and harm them."
"Its still not right," you say.

"Perhaps. But here, we at least give the fluffies and the fluffalo the good life. We give them toys, entertainment, and companionship. And we allow them to roam. They're not very intelligent, so we're able to tell them, when they reach a certain age, that they're going to heaven. Then we kill them quickly and painlessly. We've done it before the pigs and cattle, and with fluffies, its no different."
"But it just feels weird."

He gives you a good look in the eye. He lightly interrogates you with one line, "Do you eat meat?"
You can't lie to him, as you admit, "Yes I do. But fluffies-"

"Can talk, right? They can also play. And reason. Trust me, we get it. You may not realize this, but cattle also have emotions. So do fowl. And horses, the very things fluffies are derived from, have a surprising amount of intelligence. If you're a vegan, I can understand and respect that decision. But if you're a meat eater, I'm strongly of the opinion that consuming fluffy meat is not that different from eating chicken or beef."

You want to argue with the man. But he seems genuine about the lifestyle he's leading, and he seems convinced of the opinion that consuming fluffy meat is not unethical. You don’t really want to get into too heated a debate. And as you keep watching the fluffalo, you at least take the solace that, as the farmhands points out, it could be a lot worse. At least the fluffalo here are happy.

~

Sam calls for you. He has finished talking with the owners of the Sugar Crest farm, and now has three fluffies in tow.
The first fluffy is a normal blue Pumpiikin unicorn with a dark blue mane. "I'm gonna call this one Photoshop." ( >>47376)
The other two fluffies are two fairly big fluffalo. One is a larger brown fluffalo, with two horns, and seems fairly reserved. You can sense a sort of aggression hidden within him though. The other fluffalo, has the colours of a Holstaur. He seems a bit genial, almost feminine. However, with the presence of a horn, and a lack of udders, you can guess that he is also a male fluffalo. However, unlike the other, he's a steer. Before John could talk, the steer starts to hug Sam.

"Fwuffaow wuv nyu daddeh!"

Sam bends down to give the fluffalo steer a good hug, as he rubs its belly. "They were going to have this one 'processed' today when I intervened. He seemed a bit timid, and I reasoned with them that he wasn't ready for the process today. I've been wanting a Pumpiikin fluffalo for a while, particular of John's type here, so I'm happy I got him."
"Okay, but why two fluffalo?"

As you ask this, the brown fluffalo goes up to the steer and gives him a good hug.

"Buww wuv bwudda. Buww wiww prwotecc bwudda from meanie munstahs."

"They're both brothers from the same mother. And yes, the steer's name is John. I decided to call his brother here, "Bull." Bull has been rather protective of John and was not keen to see his brother go. Its why I decided to get them both. For a fluffalo, Jon seems rather alert, and I've been thinking of having him as a sort of security animal. Like a guard dog."
"That's not the real reason, is it Sam?"

Fluffalo and harem (Artist:Pumpiikin)
"Well yeah, we're also looking into the reproductive capabilities of Fluffaloes. Apparently they can interbreed with normal Pumpiikin fluffies." (>>48710 )

As he says this, rather grotesque images of a large fluffalo dominating a hapless female fluffy starts to creep in your mind and cringe you out. ( >>46804 )

"Not in that way. But we are definitely going to be collecting his semen-"
"Sam, shut up. Just, shut up."

~

"So are we going to get another fluffy today?" you asked Sam, as the car speeds off back to your hometown.
"Not today. There's some research I need to do.

I got a tipoff from Maurice about a breed that I had heard about, but not really researched, called the Squeakyfriend. Maurice knew a Squeakyfriend not too long ago at a Daycare, and wants me to meet him. Since I sold off my McGonagall, I suppose I could have this Squeakyfriend replace it. But I want to find out more about their kind first. We'll meet up, next week."

~

~Squeakyfriend~
~Featuring a Tribute to The Unicorn who flew~

The name Squeakyfriend sounds familiar to you. You feel like you had come across it, from an age or so ago. A few days after your last meeting with Sam, you went back to your parents house for a visit, as well as help your dad with a computer problem with his. While there, you kept thinking about the name "Squeakyfriend", and pondered on why it seemed to familiar to you.

"Mom, do you still have my storybooks?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Just asking. Been wanting to read them again."
"Well, yes, but they're in the attic."

After settling your father's wi-fi problem, you decide to go up the attic. Climbing up, you start to sneeze from the various particles in the air. Clearly, no one has been up here in a good while. You see various boxes all around the place, containing things the family had kept, then put aside. You recognize one as a box filled with your exam papers and homework, from a time when you couldn't bring yourself to aprt with your memories of school.
And then, underneath a burlap, you see an old cardboard box. It is missing the flaps that allows it to be closed properly, hence the need for a burlap. Upon removing the burlap, you see a various collection of children's storybooks. And then, that's where you see it.

The Unicorn who flew (Artist:Squeakyfriend)
"The Unicorn who flew. A fluffy bedtime story. By squeakyfriend." (>>30473 )

And then you remember! This was back when Hasbio first released the fluffies, and with it, came the various storybooks. Your mom bought you this one, and you used to read it. You read about the little unicorn, Pointy, who wanted to fly, and ended up on the balloon. Then traveled over a great distance, until he found shelter at a church. There was another book to this. You know there is one. One where Pointy had another adventure but, after many trials and tribulations, found his way back to his mother. But right now, you can't find it. ( >>33699 )

The author's name here is Squeakyfriend. Could this be related to the Squeakyfriend fluffies that Sam was talking about?

~

"Yes, its the same author."

Sam is currently with Maurice and Rexxie. The two fluffies are on leashes, and Sam is currently taking them out for a walk. Maurice is rather enthusiastic.

"Mauwice geh' ta meet Jowsef again! Mauwice wuv to pway with Jowsef egen!"
"Iz Jowsef a gamer?" asks Rexxie.
"Oh boi ohboi! Jowsef am BIG gamer! Fwend wiww WUV ta pway wif Jowsef!"

You're curious about this Joseph that Maurice seems so enthusiastic about.

"He's the Squeakyfriend at the daycare that Maurice wants me to meet. I'm thinking of acquiring him myself."
"Ah, there's that name again. Squeakyfriend."
"Yes, the creator the Squeakyfriend breed was also the same author of the Pointy storybooks you used to read. She wrote a lot of other fiction, but she was very popular as a children's author."
"What else did she write?"
"Quite the variety of genres. Science fiction, fantasy, romance, period pieces. Oh, and horror."
"Horror?" you ask, with a morbid curiosity. It seemed unusual that someone who could write something so cute would write horror.
"Yes. She was quite well known for some of her horror concepts. One of her stories was even made into a game. I think it was called "The Toy Castle"." ( >>34765 )

"She sounds like quite the all-rounded. Author, game programmer, and genetic engineer."
"Oh that is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to fluffies. But it really seems to be that some of the best minds ended up working on them."

~

Squeakyfriend fluffy playing Pokemon (Artist:Squeakyfriend)
The four of you step into the daycare, and the first thing you are greeted to, is a Fluffy playing on a video game console. He's a grullo-coloured Squeakyfriend, with a black mane. The console he is using has been customized to his hooves, but, for a fluffy, he's seems to know what he's actually doing

"Peekachew go!"

Being rather enthusiastic, the fluffy literally yells out his attacks. "Peekachew use zappy-thingy."

You're rather bemused. You had seen Rexxie play computer games before, particularly that one time when he played Starcraft, but he was not as enthusiastic as the fluffy here. Maurice is wide-eyed. Its quite obvious that the friend he had been looking for ages, and had told Sam rather enthusiastically about, is right here.

"Jowsef!!!"

Joseph looks back. He stops playing his game as a huge smile creeps on his face, once filled with revisited nostalgia, and reunited friendship

"MAUWICE!"

The two fluffies hug. They then, and rather suddenly, play pattycake.

“Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, bakuh's man.
Bake me a caek a’ fass a’ yu can
Pat it, and pwick it, and mawk it with "B"
And paht it in da oven for Babbeh and me!

You're starting to wonder if this is some sort of secret handshake that Maurice has a with a few other fluffs. While Maurice is enthusiastic about meeting his old friend, Rexxie has his eyes on the console.

"POKEYMANS!!"

Rexxie is just about to reach for the console and play the game when Jowsef

"Nu, nu! Dis is Jowsef's game! Wet fwuffy finish!"
"Awww."

You're a little surprised. From what you had seen from Rexxie before, you'd think he'd play the game, regardless of what anybody else things. Sam really must have trained his fluffies well.

"Hey there Sam!"

The owner of this daycare is an old man, also named Joe.

"Hey there Joe. Hows things been for you?"
"Ah, same ol', same ol'. More ferals come in, I take care of them, then sell them if people want them."
He looks down as he takes a look at Maurice

"How are you doing little fella? Been ages since I last saw you."

Maurice is rather enthusiastic, as he climbs up the chair, and does the one thing he always loves to do: give a big hug. ( >>25400)

"Daddeh Joe!"

Joe is a bit surprised, but he accepts it. "Oh, oh my. You still got in ya."

While hugging Maurice, Joe turns to Sam, remarking on the nature of their business today.

"I'm surprised you're considering getting Joseph today. I did recommend taking Joseph with you when you bought Maurice."

"Well that is true, but see, I got Maurice because we met him at that place remember?"

The hushed tone indicates that Sam does not want to bring up a memory in the presence of Maurice. With a quick understanding, Joe also picks up on it.

"Ah yes. Well, I'm happy you're finally getting Joseph today."
"Has Joseph been rather sad since Maurice's departure?"

"Oh no! Well, sometimes. But like any fluffy you give him something to do, like a game, or rock music - he really loves his electric guitar ( >>30194 ) - and he's content. But sometimes, he does ask me, where Maurice went. And I tell him that he went to buy some sketti for him."

That's not a very good excuse, you remark silently.

"Oh shoot, that reminds me."
Sam reaches for his pocket, and pulls out a tupperware container containing - you guessed it – spaghetti. He goes up to Joseph and says to him, "Hello Joseph. Maurice wanted me to give this to you."

And of course, out from Joseph comes the fluffy enthusiasm for that Italian dish comprising of pasta, tomato sauce and meatballs.

"SKETTI!"

Joseph enthusiastically opens up the contained, and proceeds to chow down on the spaghetti, while Maurice enthusiastically talks to Joe, telling him about the life he has under Sam, and how he gets to do things like play with his Fisher Price car, play ball, and chase remote-controlled toy cars.

~

You take this moment to ask Sam about what he's referring to when he said "that place".

"Ah yes. Well you see, Maurice lost his mother at a young age.

\"Maurice lost his mother at a young age\" (Artist:Waggytail)
Maurice is actually a feral, but his mother raised him and his siblings on the streets. From Maurice's memory as a foal, he described her as a very dutiful mother. ( >>13206 ) However, she died one day from illness. The rest of Maurice's siblings were taken to various daycares and shelters, but Maurice was really devoted to his mother. He stayed at her side, even when it was raining, and would not budge." ( >>13503 >>14448)

"Wow."

"That was when Joe and I found him one day. We found Maurice laying beside the body of his dead mother. With a little coaxing, Joe was able to take him to the daycare. That memory of Maurice remained in my mind though so, a month later, I decided to buy him."

Your eyes start to well up, as you note "That's so sad and painful to hear. Was Maurice still unhappy when you went to meet him?"

"Oh no. See, when I found Maurice again, he was unexpectedly chipper. I was surprised. It seemed uncharacteristic of him to have gotten over the death of his mother, but, according to Joe, Maurice got to meet Joseph. And it was his friendship with Joseph that got him out of his rut and back to this chipper mood we all know and love him for." ( >>30600 )

As you smile, happy to note that Maurice manage to overcome a dark moment of his life, a realization dawns on you as you look at Sam

"Why didn't you purchase Joseph then?"
"I didn't know much about Squeakyfriends."
"Do you really have to research a fluffy before taking one in?"

"Oh yes! That is the same for ANY pet. Trust me. Some dog breeds are harder and more difficult to raise then others. The same applies to fluffies. And, I'm going to tell you right now, there are some fluffy breeds you do NOT want to own. At least at home."

"So, I take it squeakyfriends are okay then?"
"I guess." Sam's answer seems rather vague. Very unsure. You could tell there was an air of hesitation.

"Whats wrong with Squeakyfriends?"
"The Squeakyfriend line does come from Hasbio, but they were also the result of a partnership with Cutebox Labs, Inc. That was years ago. And, on top of that, Hasbio stopped the line of Squeakyfriends a few years back, so any new Squeakyfriends come not only from breeders, but also Cutebox labs.
"So whats the diff? Whats the big deal?"

Cutebox Labs, Inc. (Artist:Squeakyfriend)
Sam turns to you. His tone is slightly serious and has an air of concern.

A variety of Squeakyfriend fluffies (Artist:Squeakyfriend)
"With Hasbio, we can have a rough idea of what they're trying to achieve and accomplish. But when it is a company partnered with Hasbio, they could be doing things we don't know about. I have contacts in Hasbio, but I don't have any in Cutebox. I've heard things. Things like ghosts. Aliens. A slime fluffy." ( >>33190 >>50843)
"Slime fluffy?"
"Thats what I call it, but it is basically a fluffy made entirely of water. And apparently there was one fluffy among them, a mad scientist, who did all kinds of experiments on his fellow fluffies."
"Sounds like a load of hogwash."
"Maybe. And to be honest, I've dealt with worst. Like, you don't want to own a fluffy of the filialcacophony breed, my friend."

As he says this, you hear a soft and sudden "SWAG" pass by your ears

"I'm gonna take Joseph in, but I really got to keep an eye on him. Make sure he's not up to trouble."
"Jesus, you're being melodramatic. I mean what is the worst he could possibly do?"

\"Fwuffies awe wobots!\" (Artist:Squeakyfriend)
Just as you say this, you now notice that Joe is reading the newspaper. On the floor, Joseph is currently talking to a wide-eyed Rexxie and Maurice, as he voice has a rather concerned tone. ( >>41127 & >>41127 )

"Nu, jus-just wisten! Fwuffies awe wobots - hoomans MADE fwuffies! In wabs! "
"D-dats siwwy! Rexxie am a fwuffy! Nu a wobot!"
"Wisten! Fwuffies awe a speciaw wobot, a toy!"
"Eeeeh! Mauwice nu am toy!"

Maurice runs away, crying to Sam, as he pleads to his owner.

“Daddeh, daddeh! Mauwice nu am toy! Wight daddeh?"
"No, you're not, my dear Maurice. Hugs?"
"Huggies!"

As he proceeds to carry Maurice on his shoulder, he beckons to Rexxie and the newly-acquired Joseph to join, "Come along boys, lets go home."

It is all fun and games, but, Joseph's awareness of his existence has weirded you out. And, as you watch him closely, while leaving the daycare with the others, you can't help but wonder what this little fluff might have in store for you.
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2020.10.20 07:40 granthinton Incomplete Part 1

Dear Detective,
I wonder if you have found the man’s body I left for you? Killing was harder than I imagined but harder still is writing this. God knows I’m not a literary man. What I am I can’t hide anymore.
So I go quickly in this dark night, lest I be found.
I’ve always loved games. Do you like games? For such a serious man I believe not. The rules are simple. Catch me and I will stop killing. Fail and your world crumbles.
How tragic that you're leaving us. Will you miss it? I imagine that you won’t.
Removing the leg was even harder than I could have imagined. He was a wriggler. I profess the inability for the practical side of amputation gave me pause. However, I’m a quick learner. And I promise in the future his contribution will not be forgotten. I will take more care when I operate.
One thought it prudent to commence with a leg, John. It showed my integrity and passion. Also a solid foundation. That’s what I need for my legacy, Detective. Only without the crippling weakness of protecting a family, No wife. No daughter. No son.
Forty years service! Well done, your country owes you a debt of gratitude. That is the truth. They do. Retirement must seem like a dream come true. Whoever disagrees can find truth at the end of a tenure.
I believe; London believes, it isn’t done with you. You are as much a part of it, in the bare bone sense of it, as I.
I wonder if you’ll miss him?
When you turn your back on the scum of London what relief you shall feel.
Tell me, do you think you will get bored with retirement, Detective?
Not that I care, it’s just that I've only begun my game.
It would perish if you leave and someone else takes your place. I could keep going, but sincerely, I don’t think I will be forthcoming if that happens. Because you have to be involved, unequivocally. I need you. Only you can fully understand my eternal struggle.
Where I’m coming from. Only you know the pain and suffering of life.
So, Detective. my kindred spirit, are you ready to see my legacy unfold? I really do hope so. Because today marks my prestigious coming out. So let’s have a celebration, I’ve gifted something only you will appreciate. Your son’s finger. Are you ready?
Think fast, things are afoot. Or should I say a leg? Bye now.
N.
Before the letter, I was an average cop. Wife, young son, punch in, punch out, done my time, kinda cop.
Until that fucking letter.
My life changed. Three words were all it took to break me.
Your son’s finger.
I didn’t know who’s finger it was I was holding. I should have, shouldn't I? A father knew these kinds of things, knew the feel of his child’s flesh when it’s in his hands. But somehow, even after reading those three fucking words, I was shook.
Then Julie called and the screaming began. He - I hope it was a he because I want to kick the living shit out of him - had snatched Xander from school. The fucking idiots hadn’t realised until role call. Then it was too late. My son was gone.
The sick bastard hand-delivered the letter above to my front door like a Christmas card. Who does that? My front door! I read that thing fifty times before it registered.
Later, I found out at the station who the other person was the writer was talking about. The poor bastard's name was Louie Pascal Waters. He’d been found face down in a storm drain on a bypass in East London. Walters was the first piece of a puzzle I didn’t want but needed so badly. A piece that was my only chance at finding my son.
But it amounted to nothing.
Apart from a missing wallet, a phone and a right leg, Waters was all there. All his clothes were intact, no tears, no rips. The keys to his Jaguar parked at Canary Wharf were in his pocket as well as a pair of slightly damp tickets to Snatch the musical. Waters sustained a head injury but blood loss claimed his life. The author had taken his leg and then replaced his trousers? Who does that?
I saw the photos of the crime scene. I knew what the killer meant by being sloppy. The surgical work to the leg wasn’t great. I would use the term butchered but my father was a butcher and his knife work was far better.
However, two things became apparent rather quickly at the station. I had two weeks left until I officially retired and I had no clue how to find my son.
“Good evening London! It’s 10:53 and it's time for the wind-down mix on London’s Heart Fm.”
The rain hits the roof with heavy drops, the kind you know no amount of waterproofing will prevent you from getting wet. Rowland, my partner, flicks the remains of his cigarette out the partially opened window and blows what was left out of his lungs in a slow measured breath.
The car idles. A steady burst of yellow light penetrates the rainfall and illuminates the crime scene unfolding in a stairwell in the recesses of a tower block in Lewisham, South-East London.
“Laura Clark, 28, mother of three, found dead by a passerby at nine o’clock.” Rowland fingers through the report card. “Jeez!”
“What is it?” I ask, watching the men and women of the metropolitan police move about in the rain.
I open the letter, the worn creases folding easily, and read it for the thousandth time. A few week has passed since my son’s disappearance. Julie barely looks at me anymore. Electing to go about her day as if I was a ghost. I can’t blame her, I feel washed out like a ghost myself. Like a phantom. I don’t make a difference anymore. And just like a ghost. I hold onto the one thing that ties me to this world. Xander.
I fold the note and pocket it as Rowland hands me a picture attached to the dossier in his hands. Before I even hold it he breaks for the door. I watch his back arch, then again as he heaves. I leave him to puke out the door and regard the photo.
“Who would do such a thing?” he asks, spitting the taste out of his mouth. He looks back at the picture. I see the colour draining from his face.
“If you can’t take it, don't look,” I chide.
As if on cue, Rowland pops the door open again and empties the remainder of his stomach into the gutter. I look up at his racking body and then out the windshield. Pieces of his lunch sail like malformed islands on the river of rainwater to a nearby sewer drain.
“Some cop you are,” I scoff, shifting through the report. I stop. Flipping the page around again and again as my anticipation grows.
It has to be. The cut, the missing organ.
Rowland wipes his mouth on his sleeve and shakes his head. His dark brown hair looks almost black, like a galaxy, and the speckles of rain like millions of stars. He takes in my wide eyes, knowing something wrong he turns off the car.
“It’s him,” I say, popping open my door.
Suddenly the rain isn’t a concern anymore. A few seconds and a stumbling, out of shape run later, and I’m breathing hard on the black metal balustrade of the concrete stairs.
“You got another partner yet?” I ask, breathlessly. I don’t want to admit it but I miss the force.
“Not yet, they said, ‘I’m challenging?’”
A pudgy faced young officer looks over at me with quizzical eyes from a white sheet covering the crime scene.
“I'm sorry, sir. But this is an active crime scene. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” The lady officer raises her hand to stop me. I reach inside my jacket and pull out my old shield.
“Ah, sorry, Sir, right this way.”
“What we got here,” I ask pointing to the white sheet.
“Laura Clark, Sir. Murdered by...”
“...Not the girl,” I cut her off. “The sheet. Since when is this common practice?”
“Just following procedure, Sir.”
“Whose procedure?”
“Detective Monroe, Sir,” The girl looks hurt but holds open the sheet so Rowland and I can go through.
“That twat, that just what I need...”
The sheet was a bad idea. The muggy conditions of the rainfall has created an oppressive atmosphere and the few hours of exposed flesh has developed the smell into a nasal killer. Rowland covers his mouth, but it only takes him one look at Laura for him to bail. I don’t know if he has any more bile to give to the earth but he’s going to try.
“Bullett, I thought you’d make an appearance.” “Ah, shit.”
The sheet was also bad for soundproofing. It’s clear by the lines across his forehead that the other man heard my comment.
Detective Marius Monroe raises from his crouched position and approaches me. The dark-skinned gentleman wears an iron-grey suit better suited for casinos than crime scenes, but his light-blue eyes say otherwise.
‘As sharp as they come,” the inspector told me once over a game of golf. “Fresh out of cadet school and straight into the big leagues.” Couple that with a degree in criminology, criminal psychology, and a major in biology, and this guy is something else. And everyone at the station knows it too. It was clear meeting Monroe that he encompasses everything that I’m not.
Young, passionate, and ruthless.
“Yeah, funny that. Someone didn’t pass along the details,” I scratch the back of my neck.
If it wasn’t for Rowland, I wouldn’t have known at all. The oppressiveness of the cubical intensify as he gets right into my grill. The smell of spiced cologne partially blocks the smell of death, though, so that’s a good thing.
“That’s because it isn’t your case anymore. Now get out of my crime scene,” he stabs me in the chest with a manicured finger to emphasise his point.
“Can’t do that.”
“You can and you will. You’re retired, go home and leave this to someone who can actually catch criminals.”
He turns back around as a forensic officer shows him a slide on an iPad.
“That’s good send it off,” he says, turning back around. “You still here?”
“It’s the same killer, Marius.”
Monroe’s eyes narrow.
“Do I know you? Only my mother calls me Marius. Or maybe we drink tea together?” His eyes narrow further and I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off.
“Because if we did drink tea together then you can call me by my Christian name. But I don’t ever remember you offering me a cup of tea. Come to think about it, I don’t even think I’ve seen you with a cup of tea. So, fucking enlighten me! If you know me so well, how do I like my tea, hmm?” I can see the disdain as he runs up my tired jeans, crumpled t-shirt, worn leather jacket and aged face.
“White, no sugar?” I have no fucking idea. He could take it on a plate with velveteen fucking doves whistling waltzing Matilda for I knew.
“I drink coffee!”
Of course, he did.
I know I’m screwed. I’m not even a cop anymore, there’s no way I can gloss that fact over with Mr straight and narrow in front of me. I hold onto the one thing that has served me well over the last forty years. Honesty.
“Its the same killer who took my Xander, Monroe.”
The lines on his forehead soften. So does the anger behind those steel eyes. I don’t know if Monroe is a family man, we’ve never been that close in the two years he’s worked at the station, but it’s all I have to use.
The pain of losing a child does something to you externally. It robs you of the joy that that child instil in your life. All that remains is bitterness and cruelty all rolled into a tight ball of, ‘go fuck yourself world’. People see it in the way you walk, how you hold your head, and by the look in your eyes.
“If it is or isn’t, it’s not your concern anymore. Go home.” He says, more forcefully.
I can tell his anger is still there. Just barely below the surface ready to explode again. His eyes are tight, calculating. The dilation of his iris’s reminiscent of a predator sighting up the kill to see if it is worth it or not.
“Come on, man. This bastard took my kid! Help me out, for Christ's sake.”
Monroe studies me for a long time. His blue eyes flick to the lady and then back at me.
“You really need to leave this case alone, it’s already driven you to despair, John.”
I wait. A pleading look in my eyes. I need to examine the scene. The lady is potentially a lead to my son’s killer. I have to know, and if this resort doesn’t work I’ll be left with fighting fire with fire. And assaulting a fellow officer is bad juju.
“We are all done, Sir.” A forensic officer calls from the sheet divider.
“Do yourself a favour and let me handle this. Go home to your wife and try to live the rest of your days in relative peace…”
I open my mouth to tell him to go fuck himself but he stops me short.
“...I don’t know what you’re going through, I won’t pretend, but this, right here, racing around thinking you're still on the force, that shits not on. You’re going to get more than yourself in trouble if you keep this up. And Rowland should know better.”
“So, are you going to blow wind up my ass or let me examine her,” I motion to the lady slumped against the wall, impatiently. The heat of my anger and frustration is slowly rising up my collar.
Monroe sucks air through his teeth. “You’ve got five minutes and then she’s getting bagged.”
“Thank you, Monroe,” I say with genuine thanks. The ball in my throat works its way back down into my chest. I creep toward the lady, something about the way her chest is cut reminded me of Waters.
“And John?” Monroe holds the sheet aloft. I almost forgot he was still here.
“Hmm?” I swing around momentarily confused.
“Get some sleep, you look like shit.”
With that, the sheet comes down and I’m left alone with the murdered lady, and the young people officer.
“Who found her?” I ask.
The blonde officer pulls out her notepad and runs a finger down the page.
“Debra Harris. A neighbour of the deceased. She was on her way back from Bingo and found Laura. She called it in straight away.”
Although Laura was unmarked and unmolested excluding the incision. The scene was still grizzly, blood-smears like angel wings behind her on the concrete wall, etched into it by a finger over her right shoulder is the number 14. Blood coats her blue jeans and white cropped top, which is still intact. It’s like whoever did this took the time to take it up, de-bra here, do the business and then pull it down again. But what it covers is a different story.
A slash down her chest allows access to her sternum. Inside, passed the broken pieces of her rib cage I can see something has been taken. The precision of the cut and removal of her heart reminds me grimly of the nefarious murders by Jack the Ripper. I wonder if the deceased had the same vocation as the murdered girls of 1866.
Was Waters a prostitute too?
“What do we know about Laura?” I take out my phone and snap a few shots of the wings and the number. Then I peel her shoulders off the wall one by one. The young officer smiles at me and then remembered her notes.
“Oh! Mother of three. Divorced. Lived here for approximately four years. Mrs Harris said she was a quiet woman. Had a few family members that came to visit from time to time, she also attends a toddler group with her youngest and had quite a social profile.”
“How so?” I ask. There’s no blood behind Laura. It’s possible the operation - if you could call it that - took place on the floor and then whoever the residing surgeon was, placed her up against the wall to hide her wounds.
But that’s not right.
I move back taking in the whole picture. She was prostrate to the world.
The killer had given her angel wings. Did they mean she was a saint? Or were they suggesting they were an agent of God? The killer wanted her found. But why?
“She had an only-fans account. Quite a few subscribers,” the blonde officer gravitates towards me. Something about the way she looks at me gives me a chill, I don’t know if it’s the small quirk of her smile or the proximity between us, but I’m suddenly quite hot.
“Do we have a username?” I ask as a way of distraction.
“HeartBreaker1982.”
The blonde officer jumps as Rowland opens the sheet and she takes her hand off my arm. I don’t know if it’s the pin in my eyes, but she’s not the first one to think I need comfort. Rowland wipes the back of his mouth again. A sheen of sweat on his brow glistens as he lets the curtain drop. The embarrassment clouding her face isn’t lost on him.
“What's this then?” He grins.
“Nothing,” I respond, embarrassingly.
“Umm, this might help, detective,” The officer levels a video at me.
The lady now laying in a pool of her blood smiles seductively into the camera. A computer game plays in the top corner of the screen while she chats away. I had never heard of cosplay before and this is a weird experience for me. With the additions of neon blue hair and lipstick, a seriously low cut top showing more of her breasts than my groin can handle and her flirtatious smile, Its the same girl. What draws my attention is a distinctive scar running between her cleavage.
“Find out when that happened,” I point at the scar and Rowland nods. “I’m on it.”
“If she had heart surgery, there’ll be records and I want to know about it. Where are Laura’s children now?” I ask, turning to the lady officer.
“Child services have them. Laura was working lates this week. The three kids are being looked after by a babysitter.”
My heart breaks. I couldn’t imagine how the children will feel when they’re told. Christ! I’m a grown man and losing Xander broke me.
I go back to Laura and lift each arm. The resulting bloody fingerprint under the left armpit is like winning a jackpot. Rowland ambles over with the sleeve of his coat over his nose. I watch as he lifts her hand and then the other.
“What are you looking for?”
“Left hand, index finger.” Rowland nods and moves back to the safety of the sheet. I take a deep breath as a fuck you to him and open her palm. As I curl her fingers open I see the red stain on her index finger.
“Whoever they were, they were good,” Rowland says with a smirk.
Like I don’t fucking know that!
“Fuck!” The triumph feeling vanishes. Replaced with the sudden realisation that I have no clues to go on but the surgical scar. And if this was the same killer, where is the goading letter? I can’t shake the feeling that I’m out of my depth. And I’m no nearer finding my son’s killer.
Part 2
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2020.10.20 05:00 Darren716 Post WWE Raw 10/19/2020 (Season Premiere) Show Discussion Thread

MATCH RESULTS
Winner Match Finish Loser Stipulation
The Hurt Business Full Lashley Retribution
AJ Styles w/ Jordan Omogbehin Style's Clash Matt Riddle
Asuka (c) Asuka Lock Lana For the Raw Women's Championship
Shayna Bazler and Nia Jax Samoan Drop Mandy Rose and Dana Brooke, The Riott Squad, Lacey Evans and Peyton Royce
Kofi Kingston w/ Xavier Woods Trouble in paradise Sheamus
El Gran Gordo and Tuckeri La Torta Miz and Morrison
Braun Strowman Big Boot following low blow headbutt Keith Lee
IMPORTANT NOTES
  • Kickoff with Alexa Bliss standing in the middle of the ring as The Fiend's sound effects go off. She says he's here as the lights go out and Bray makes his way down to the ring where he takes hold of Alexa's hand. Retribution then storms down to the ring and surrounds them. They circle Bray and Alexa but they do not move. Ali motions for Retribution to attack but the lights go out and Alexa and Bray disappear. The Hurt Business make their way to ring side as Mustafa Ali welcomes their challenge. The eight men brawl in the ring as the Hurt Business throws out Retribution and Cedric does a dive onto the whole group of Retribution.
  • During the 8 man tag The Fiend shows up on the tron. fter the match he appears next to Retribution on the apron and starts to attack them. He sends Mace through the announce table and is about to hit the Sister Abigail on Ali but T-Bar interferes. Bray locks the Mandible Claw on T-bar and then hits him with Sister Abigail. Alexa Bliss appears on the tron and says let me in with Bray's voice.
  • AJ Styles comes down to the ring with Jordan Omogbehin, the former bouncer for Raw Underground. AJ says he have to give credit where credit is due to the powers that be at Monday Night Raw for finally drafting a true leader. He says Seth was spewing his prophecy and propaganda on his own benefit, and Jeff Hardy tried to stroll up and reclaim the promised land, but the real reclamation of Raw was the return of the prodigal son, him. AJ says he will shepard Raw into a new era, and he is the face that runs the place. Before the match starts the referee tries to make Jordan leave the ring but AJ refuses to have him leave. The ref starts a 5 count but Jordan grabs his arm which causes the ref to beg him to leave and to just let him do his job. Jordan steps over the top rope and exits.
  • Drew McIntyre is interviewed backstage, he speaks directly to Orton and says he's always known he is the most evil and entitled person in WWE. Drew said he should have left Orton in the dust at Clash of Champions but the next night Orton attacked four men close to Drew to bait him into another match, this time inside Hell in a Cell. He says those with true darkness like Randy thrive in Hell in a Cell. Orton is a veteran of the cell while Drew has never competed in a Hell in a Cell match but Drew says his life experience will outweight Orton's experience in this match. Drew says he's wearing black tonight because he may just be going to a funeral tonight and he'll see Orton later during his message from Hell.
  • After Asuka defeats Asuka, Nia Jax attacks Asuka from behind and she is then followed by Shayna who throws Lana to the outside. Lana begs with Nia as Jax puts her on her shoulders and Samoan Drops Lana through the announce table. Shayna tries to attack Asuka but she counters and is able to send Shayna flying to the outside.
  • Nia says if anyone thinks her and Shayna aren't on the same page or aren't a real team, they should watch what they did in the last segment to show their teamwork. Shayna calls it dominance and that week after week they come out and dominate. They own the women's tag titles which means they own the Raw and Smackdown women's divisions. Nia challenges anyone to refute that. Dana Brooke and Mandy Rose make their way down to the ring. Lacey Evans, and then Peyton Royce come down, with Peyton trying to show up Lacey. The Riott Squad come down as well.
  • Elias performs a concert. He says it is the season premier of Raw, and there is no better way to celebrate than by giving them all a live concert to promote his upcoming album, Universal Truth. He kicks off with a song called 'Amen'. Pyro goes off and he leads into a song called 'Lead Me Home' which he ends with more pyro. He thanks the WWE Universe and plugs his album release next Monday and says he loves none of us. The Thunderdome boos so Elias does an encore. He asks for his guitar but the hooded guitarest plays a rift which angers Elias for trying to upstage him. It's revealed to be Jeff Hardy who swings the guitar at Elias but misses and yells that he didn't hit him with the car.
  • Miz and Morrison are backstage, Miz can't believe Mandy called him petty last week when bringing her to Raw was the best thing to happen to her. Tucker approaches them and says Miz is trying to ruin Otis' live by bringing him and Mandy to Raw, as well as trying to suck Otis dry with legal fees. Tucker says he'll find a partner to challenge Miz and Morrison tonight. Miz denies trying to ruin Otis' life and accepts Tucker's challenge because he doubt's he'll be able to find a tag partner.
  • Elias is backstage when Charly Caruso interviews him. He said he thought during his down time people would stop interrupting him, so next week he will celebrate dropping his new album, and dropping Jeff Hardy since he challenges Jeff to a match at Hell in a Cell.
  • Kofi Kingston says for the first time in nearly 4 years The New Day are Raw tag team champions. Xavier says a lot has changed in 4 years, even in the last year a lot has changed. He injured his Achilles and as soon as he returns he gets split up from Big E. Kofi makes him calm down and breath when Sheamus comes out and says their crying last Smackdown was embarrassing, with only two thirds of The New Day on Raw the both of them will eat a Brouge Kick. Kofi says just because Big E is on Smackdown doesn't mean The New Day isn't over, rather they are spreading joy over both days. Sheamus says the power of positivity isn't reality, the truth is they're divided and divided they'll fall. Xavier says speaking of falling Big E dropped Sheamus on the hood of a car and Sheamus can come down to the ring and learn how it feels to be dropped by The New Day again.
  • Retribution is backstage and Ali says The Hurt Business and The Fiend made a huge mistake tonight, they assumed his strength with with numbers, his real strength is causing chaos with a laptop, a cell phone, all with one click. When he was sitting at home because this company couldn't figure out how to make a buck off someone named Mustafa Ali. He watched and found out all the weaknesses in the WWE and admits that he was the hacker on Smackdown. He found Superstars who were being passed over or misused, and is allowing them to extract revenge.
  • The Hurt Business are backstage when they are approached by Titus O'Neil who congratulates them on beating Retribution. Titus says he would be a great fit for The Hurt Business and with his connections he could help make it worldwide. MVP says he has to confer with his associates and quickly turns back to Titus. MVP says they are in business, and clarifies to Titus that it means The Hurt Business is in Business and they beat him down.
  • Tucker says he searched north, south, east, and west to find his tag partner and found the greatest luchador to ever live, El Grand Gordo! He appears to look a bit like Otis wearing a pink lucha mask and has the MitB lunch box. El Gran Gordo speaks in Spanish and says Tuckeh. Miz says it's obviously Otis since he's holding the lunch box but Tucker says he's just holding it for Otis. Miz says Otis is making a joke of the MitB contract with his antics, when Miz held that contract he won the WWE Title and main evented Wrestlemania. He is champion material, he looks the part, he does everything for the company yet everyone boos him but everyone cheers Otis because he's an "underdog". Miz says everyone just feels sorry for Otis and they'll feel even more sorry for him when Miz wins his court case and rightfully takes the MitB contract. He says you can put a mask on a pig but it's still a pig. Tucker and El Gran Gordo storm the ring and send Miz and Morrison packing.
  • Backstage the New Day are celebrating with Tucker and El Gran Gordo. Mandy Rose comes by and gives Gran Gordo a ham and they all dance.
  • It's time for the Firefly Fun House! We see Bray unpacking thing from a cardboard box such as his mallet, Braun's sheep mask, and a religious symbol. Bray welcomes us to the season premier of the Firefly Funhouse. Bray says it saddens him to say goodbye to his friends on Smackdown but he can't wait to make new friends on Raw and we get flashes from earlier in the night. Abby asks Bray to keep it down and he tells her to not be so crabby. Husky says it's like Old Dirty used to say 'oh baby I like it Raw'. Rambling Rabbit says he wanted to be a better father and husband and Bray says he never knew Rabbit was married, Rabbit says he never asked. Bray promises to be a better friend as we get a montage of Ramblin' Rabbit's various deaths. Bray says the past is in our head but the future is in our hands. Rabbit says all he wanted was a fresh start and then Mercy eats him. Bray says it's more like fresh meat than a fresh start. There's knock on the door which Bray opens to reveal Alexa in a torn Freddy Kruger-esque sweater.
  • After Braun vs Keith, Lee low blows Braun and says he heard Braun was supposed to be a monster but he took a short cut. He tells Braun not to test him and that the monster will meet the dragon.
  • The Hell in a Cell is lowered so Randy Orton can deliver his message from Hell. As Orton enters the cell he locks the door and says he asked for the cell to be lowered so he could reflect and remember. Ever since he's been in the company he's heard about how everyone who competes inside Hell in a Cell leaves a piece of themselves behind. He has been in 7 cell matches but says he never left anything behind, instead he has learned from each match. Orton says he remembers standing toe to toe with Mark Henry, Sheamus, Jeff Hardy, Daniel Bryan, John Cena, and becoming WWE Champion twice, but most importantly he remembers staring The Undertaker in the eyes and earning his respect right there in the cell. Orton says all the men he mentioned either already are or will be hall of famers, and the word you associate with the hall of fame, is legend. Legend is thrown around loosely these days, there are legends, and then there are legendary moments. Drew storms down to the cell where he stares at Orton through the chain link fence as Orton taunts him. Orton challenges him to break the lock and to get him, Drew says he will and grabs some bolt cutters that were hidden behind the barricade. Orton retreats into the ring to arm himself with a chair as Drew cuts the lock and enters the cell and we fade to black.
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2020.10.19 17:24 Swimming-Direction70 1099 words / Screenplay for school

This is my first script I had to write for a school project. It's only 6 pages and it's pretty basic but I'd like a second opinion if I can get one. Thanks
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INT. KITCHEN EVENING

GRANDMA is on the phone with her daughter, JANE.

JANE (O.S)
Ma, you gotta be careful. I read this thing online that said burglaries are up 50%. Make sure you lock the door, turn off the lights and-

GRANDMA
(Angry, cutting Jane off)
Are you outta your damn mind? 2 WARS! That's how many I've lived through, how about you?

JANE (O.S)
Mom please.

GRANDMA
Don't you worry about us. Look, I gotta go. Your father shit himself again.

JANE (O.S)
Alright Ma, stay safe.

GRANDMA
Love you.

Grandma hangs up the phone.

GRANDPA
I don't know how this keeps happening.

GRANDMA
Yeah yeah, let's get you cleaned up Mr. Poopy.

Grandma takes grandpa's hand, and they head upstairs to get cleaned up and go to bed.

EXT. HOUSE NIGHT

Two wannabe thugs, JOHN KNOXX and LARRY LEWES, hear there's been a spike in burglaries and want a piece of the action. Their only experience is from what they've seen on T.V. Combined, they have about 2 braincells.

JOHN KNOXX
Dude, I'm shaking like a leaf. I don't know if I can do this.

LARRY LEWES
(With a stern voice)
Are you kidding me? After months of planning, we make it to our first house and NOW you wanna bitch out. You see these costumes, you know how long it took me to find them? You are NOT backing out of this so help me God.

JOHN KNOXX
Alright, alright. Did you bring the pry bar?

LARRY LEWES
The pry bar?
(Smacks John on the side of the head)
You were supposed to bring the pry bar!

JOHN KNOXX
I thought I was bringing the dog treats.

LARRY LEWES
And where are they?

JOHN KNOXX
You didn't bring snacks, I got hungry.

LARRY LEWES
(Furious, pointing at John)
Your mother should've swallowed, I swear to God. Now how are we gonna get in?

JOHN KNOXX
Hold on, I got an idea.
(Tries to twist the door knob and realizes it's locked)
It's locked.

LARRY LEWES
Really? That was your brilliant idea?
(Mumbles curse words under his breath)
To hell with you, I'll do it myself.

Larry picks up a rock and throws it through the window. The pair climb into the house but Larry cuts his foot on some broken glass and is now bleeding.

INT. LIVING ROOM NIGHT

The "robbers" make it into the house but now face another dilemma: How are they going to steal anything with only their two hands and no getaway van?

JOHN KNOXX
Dude your foot's bleeding all over the carpet. And that's a nice carpet.

LARRY LEWES
I think we have a bigger problem. There's a lot of nice stuff here but how are we going to take it?

JOHN KNOXX
Uh without their permission?

LARRY LEWES
(Sucks his teeth)
I mean, look at that TV. What are we gonna run around holding it like idiots? People make it look so easy in movies, I knew they were full of crap.

JOHN KNOXX
(Chuckles)
I guess we shoulda got real jobs, huh?

LARRY LEWES
Don't be ridiculous, help me pick up this tv.

The two numbskulls manage to lift the TV. They open the door.

EXT. HOUSE NIGHT

Larry and John try to get the TV off the homeowner's property and in their possession.

LARRY LEWES
Alright, stand at the bottom of the stairs and I'll throw it to you.

JOHN KNOXX
You'll what?

LARRY LEWES
I'll throw it to you. Cmon, don't be a little girl.

JOHN KNOXX
(Whispers to himself)
Oh man.

Larry throws the TV off the top of the stairs. As it's coming toward him, John gets scared and moves out the way. The TV hits a car parked on the side of the street and the car alarm starts going off.

LARRY LEWES
(All color leaves his body, he's white as a ghost)
Get in the house. NOW!

As John is entering the house, Larry punches him in the stomach and John shrieks in pain.

LARRY LEWES
You didn't back out of that one.
INT. KITCHEN NIGHT

The men are bummed out and stressed. Larry plops onto the couch while John's stress manifests as hunger.

LARRY LEWES
I don't get it, I really don't get it.

JOHN KNOXX
What?

LARRY LEWES
People are out there flying rocketships to Mars, and we can't even rob a damn house.

JOHN KNOXX
Hey, don't beat yourself up.
(Grabs a snack from the pantry, starts eating)
Don't let your dreams be dreams, JUST DO IT.

LARRY LEWES
(Covers his face with his hands and starts weeping)
Why are you such an idiot?

All of a sudden, they hear the toilet flush in the bathroom. The two are startled and unsure of what to do. They remain exactly where they are, not even attempting to hide.

GRANDPA (O.S)
Oh sugar plum, where's the damm Febreze? It smells like bloody murder in here.

Grandpa walks into the kitchen and sees the two men. Everyone's face drops to the floor.

GRANDPA
Who- who are you gentlemen?

John and Larry look at each other, unsure of what to say.

LARRY AND JOHN
(In unison)
Uhh we- we... we want to- umm

LARRY LEWES
We want to buy your house. We love the architecture, it's in a good area, and uh we wanna buy it.

GRANDPA
At 3 in the morning, uninvited?

JOHN KNOXX
We didn't wanna wake you up.

GRANDPA
Oh... well in that case, let me go grab my glasses.

Grandpa exits the kitchen and the two men are baffled.

JOHN KNOXX
You really think that worked?

LARRY LEWES
Yeah, he's probably senile and shits himself.

Larry and John burst out laughing. Grandpa returns to the kitchen, this time with a shotgun aimed at the two men.

GRANDPA
I'll give you bitches to the count of 3. One...

Larry and John look at eachother, startled and frozen in fear.

GRANDPA
I know I'm old but I don't count slow. 2...
INT. LIVING ROOM NIGHT

Larry and John bolt to the front door. Larry slips on his own blood and falls to the floor.

LARRY LEWES
Wait, John! Help me up.

John turns around to Larry and shrugs his shoulders.

JOHN KNOXX
Sucks to be you!

Larry pounds his fists on the ground and Larry continues running out the door and escapes.

LARRY LEWES
(Weeping, trying to crawl) Damnit you asshole. No no no no no, not like this.

GRANDPA
You picked the wrong house, partner.0 Hasta la vista baby!

Grandpa reloads his shotgun. Click clack.

SCENE FADES TO BLACK, THE END.
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2020.10.18 20:09 MrOmegakid [AA] Case #0074 - Eric Bryan

"Please... I just need to know what happened to my son..."
Eli had seen a lot in his life. He'd dealt with all sorts of seedy types. Hell, he'd been shot a time or two. But there was no defense in his arsenal against a crying mother. Adding to that, she grabbed his shirt and started crying into his chest.
He knew she couldn't afford his fee, but... he was rather trapped. He could do one pro-bono job... Nothing wrong with that.
"Alright. I'll look into it. Tell me what you know. The last time you saw him, the last place he was, age, appearance... anything that could be useful."
She sat back, taking just a second to compose herself slightly, "Six... six months ago. H-he was supposed to pick up milk from the store and he went out with his friends instead. We had a... We had an argument. He left so angry with me... And I haven't seen him since..." She paused as another wave of sobbing threatened to overwhelm her.
"I understand this is hard, but I need any information you can provide. Anything that tells me how to find Eric." Eli gave her a smile that felt as fake as it probably looked, "Did you go to the police?"
"I-I did... they came back a day later with this picture. Here... let me..." Mrs. Bryan stood and walked over to the kitchen table. She pushed aside the stacks of 'missing' posters and pulled up a small photograph. She hurried back to Eli, pressing the small item into his palm, "They said he left. That this picture is all there is and all there needs to be. This picture... this is not my son. My son has red hair, and this boy has black hair. My son is... bless his heart... a little heavyset... but this boy is as skinny as a rail. Mr. Thorne, he's sixteen. He's top of his class and dating the class president. He just got a new job. He wouldn't just leave."
"And even if he had, why wouldn't the police bring him back?" Eli nodded, "Interesting. This class president... any chance Eric just ran away with her for a while?"
"No. Eric isn't like that. He would have said something. I already reached out to her family. Mr. Thorne... their daughter is just as worried as I am... but her parents... they said I've never had a son and they hung up on me. I've known them for years. They knew my late husband. They were at the hospital when Eric was born... They know I have a son."
Eli took a sharp breath. That was something he'd seen before. The police not searching for a missing underage boy was strange, but could be easily chalked up to lazy or dirty cops. Close family friends forgetting the boy entirely? That wasn't natural. That was very unlikely to be a cop on the take.
It was more likely to be something far worse. But he couldn't himself think about that.
Eli sat forward and "Mrs. Bryan, do you know where your son would have gone for the groceries? Somewhere that I can start looking?"
"Tom and Alva's on North Cherry. I can find you the address so-"
"No need. I actually shop there myself. Killer prices on produce." Eli stood and sighed, "Look... I'm not here to give you false hope. I will find out what happened to your son... one way or another. But I... I can't promise that I'll be able to bring him home."
She nodded her understanding and tried her best to keep it together, but as Eli pulled on his hat and coat, he could hear her sobbing behind him. Without looking back, he left the house.
******
Eli stood on the corner of North Cherry and West Haverford. Tom and Alva's, the little mom n' pop's drug store, was standing there, quiet and ignored by most. A few kids played on the corner nearby; not promising. A very shady-looking individual with a hoodie stood on the corner across the street from him; a potential witness. A police car rolled by every twenty minutes on the dot; more potential witnesses. He saw nothing on the street itself, which was not a surprise as Eric had disappeared six months prior. Turning to look at the storefront, he noted a security camera pointed at the door; a potential witness in its own right.
Eli pulled out his notebook from his coat pocket and clicked his pen, "Security camera... drug dealer... police..."
Eli turned and walked through the front door of Tom and Alva's and removed his hat. Ah, that familiar jingle of the bell always brought a little smile to his face. Aisles of chips and snacks made the place look like it had little more variety than a common gas station, but it was hard to deny that small-town feel the store gave off.
The only thing he didn't like to see were the prices. Two whole dollars for a bag of chips that small? How did anyone afford things in that town!? Their produce was priced fine but... that was no small amount. Or maybe it was. Things seemed to be more expensive without anyone caring. Plus, it seemed that money was either worth less or everything was worth more. Inflation was stupid.
He looked to the counter. It wasn't Tom or Alva manning the cash register. Just some young lady. Perhaps eighteen, nineteen... cute as a button with sheer boredom in her eyes.
"Excuse me, miss. My name is Elias Thorne and I was wondering if-"
"What are you supposed to be?"
"I'm a private investigator."
"You realize the 30s happened ninety years ago, right?"
Eli looked down at his clothing. The old trench coat, the white button-up and black vest, five-o-clock shadow on his face... even the Sinatra hat he held... yeah... he did look a little out-of-place in the modern day. Appearing to be in his mid-twenties didn't help his case any.
Eli looked up at the shopkeep and shrugged, "My mom said I looked like a very handsome man. Now, I have some-"
"You some sort of noir detective?"
"Yes... I'm... some sort..." Eli shook his head, "Miss, I really need to see your security tapes. The camera out front. I think it may have seen a crime six months ago, and-"
"Footage is deleted every month." She shrugged, "You're fresh outta luck. The gun store across the street deletes theirs every year. You might have some luck there."
"Obliged."
Eli left the little store and returned his hat to his head, grumbling the whole way across the street about irritating shopkeeps who wouldn't let him finish a damn sentence. Thankfully, the young woman had been observant enough to notice the external security camera on the gun store, aimed out at the street. He made his way into the gun store. Bars on the windows; that was a great sign. Guns of all sorts lined the unlocked cases. Hunting gear rested on the racks with ammunition sitting on the shelves. A portly, middle-aged man stood behind the counter.
"Excuse me, sir. My name is Elias Thorne-"
The shopkeep scoffed, "That's not a real name."
"It's on my driver's license." Eli rolled his eyes, "Look, we can talk about my name later. I need to see your security footage from six months ago. I believe it may have witnessed a crime."
"Sure thing. Where's your warrant?"
"Oh, I'm not with the police. I'm a private investigator. I'm looking into the disappearance of a young man named 'Eric Bryan'. Do you mind if I take a look at those tapes?"
"They're not on tape. Digital. And you won't be seein' them without a warrant. I know my rights."
"And I can see several things going on here that are terribly illegal. Maybe the cops will ignore it, but if I bring up that you have guns in unlocked cases with ammunition just sitting out... Well, even if the cops don't want to do anything, the newspaper will have a hell of a time writing up an article about your little shop." Eli walked up to the counter, "Now... how about those digital things?"
******
Eli looked through his notebook as he walked toward where he left his car. Young boy matching the rough description of Eric Bryan that he had gotten from Mrs. Bryan left Tom and Alva's. There had been a black, unmarked panel van. The license plate had been easily read from the camera. Six, clearly-armed men had thrown another man in the back of the van and taken notice of Eric Bryan when he had screamed. Eric had been forced to join them in the van.
One of those men... he looked sick. Unnatural. Like his skin was too loose to fit on his deformed skeleton.
That man had been playing with something he shouldn't have been.
He pulled out his new phone from his pocket. The damn thing had no buttons. He stabbed at the screen with his finger, putting in the short passcode his assistant had helped him with. He needed information he couldn't ask around about. Thankfully, his business partner had some connections at the police station.
His business partner, Howard Malone, had always been a strange man, stating that he liked to keep Eli around because weird things always happened when Eli was present. He'd been kind to Eli, though. Kind enough that Eli was more than willing to not ask questions about what Howard had been reading when Eli walked into his office once and he slammed the book down under his desk in a hurry. Although, that was probably less about how kind the man had been and more about Eli not wanting to know what Howard read when he was alone.
Contacts... 'H'... 'Howard Malone'. He hit the button that looked like a phone and pushed it up to his ear.
An older, husky voice answered, "Howard Malone, Private Investigator and part-time birthday clown. Which one might you be inquiring about today?"
"Howard, I know my name pops up on the screen thing when I call you. You know it's me."
"Elias! Haven't heard from you in a while. Kinda thought you'd gotten on the bad side of the wrong people." Howard laughed, "After what happened on Pine Street last week, I'm surprised to hear from you. How are you today?"
Pine Street. Another case he'd solved. It had started as something about a corrupt local politician that had gotten a man laid off, and ended with the politician taking potshots at Eli with a shotgun. It wasn't the first sticky situation Eli had escaped from, and the man had wound up in prison. Granted, he had been arrested for tax evasion, not attempted murder, but Eli had learned to count his victories where he could. He hadn't quite figured out how the guy had known he was coming, but that was a case for a different day.
"I need to have a license plate looked into. Can you pull some strings with Doris down at the station?"
"Of course I can pull some strings for you. Just a fair warning, she's not going to be particularly happy that it's you coming to see her, so I might leave that little detail out. If you send me the plate, I'll send it ahead to her and have her ready for you."
"Alright, I'll read it to you. Got a pen?"
"I'm babysitting my niece. No, I don't 'got a pen'. Just text it to me."
"Just find a pen."
"Elias, you gotta learn how the technology works at some point. Hell, I'm twenty years older than you! You should be teaching me!"
"Stuff it, Howard." Eli groaned, "There's a kid here. I'll just hand him a quarter to show me how it's done."
"One quarter isn't as much as you think."
"I'm doing it anyway."
******
Fifteen quarters, one irritated kid, and a twenty-minute drive later, Eli pulled up in front of the police station. His car, piece of junk that it was, broke down as soon as he stopped. That was probably a sign that he needed a new one. Maybe if he hadn't done the job pro-bono, he could put that money toward a car that was able to drive for more than five miles.
He pulled his coat back to look down at his holstered .45 M1911. Walking into a police station with a gun on his hip was likely not a good idea, even if he had a concealed carry permit. On the other hand, he had the permit for that one, even if the permit was registered to a fake name. Maybe it would be fine. If they saw the unregistered .38 snub on his left hip, though... perhaps he would get in trouble for that one.
He decided to hold on to his weapons. Leaving them in a car that couldn't lock was just asking for trouble. He got out of the car and walked across the street to the station. It was a decently-sized building of brick, with a big, bright 'Police of Haven City' sign on the top. Squad cars lined the street, looking a lot sleeker than he remembered them. He made a special note of the black truck about a block away. Two men sat in the truck, both watching him intently.
Eli walked through the front door and walked up to the counter. The officer behind the desk eyed him up and down and reached for the stack of incident reports.
"Mr. Thorne. Your partner called ahead and said your business needed to speak with Doris. Why are you here?"
"I was in the neighborhood, thought I'd come visit. I'm sure Howard will be along shortly." Eli removed his hat, "Any chance I could wait for him downstairs with Doris? I'm having trouble reaching him."
"Fine. But you better make it quick. I don't need a repeat of last month on my head."
"It's really not my fault that she had that vase. What the hell was a vase doing in a police station anyway!?"
"Just go through the damn door. I'll buzz you in."
Eli walked away from the counter, sticking his hands in his coat pockets. He waited at the door to the stairs until he heard the buzz and walked through. Descending down the stairs, a pang of nerves hit him. He never liked being underground, even if it was a basement. Always made him uncomfortable. Maybe that was why he was more on edge the month before.
He rounded the corner into the records. Doris, a woman with glaringly-red hair and leopard-print glasses, sat at her desk, sorting through papers. She had a file sitting to the side with a pink note attached to the top, bearing Howard Malone's name. Eli walked around to the front of her desk and cleared his throat.
"Doris." He tapped his fingers on the file, "Is this for Howard?"
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I need the information for a case. Missing boy. Eric Bryan."
"Eric... Is that the same 'Eric Bryan' that that woman keeps calling us about?"
"One and the same." Eli started to slide the file from her desk, "I'm just going to take this and go. No need for any unpleasantness."
Doris's hand slammed down on top of the file, "Don't even think about it, Thorne. Howard called for that license plate to be run, and the information is for his eyes only. You better be on your way now or I'm calling upstairs to have them send Officer Brown down here to straighten you out again."
"Ha! Brown is on vacation in Maui this week. He sent a postcard to the office. Shows what you know." Eli chuckled, "Alright, Doris... Just let me take the file."
"I need to hear an apology."
"I'm sorry about the fire."
"You are responsible for more than that."
"A woman cried in front of me this morning because her son is missing. I need this information to find out what happened."
"Fine." Doris moved her hand, "Asshole."
"Obliged."
"And because I thought it was Howard coming to pick up that file, I left a little note in there that you should ignore."
Eli flipped the file open to see a handwritten note. Eli blushed, grabbed the note, and slapped it back down on her desk, "Doris! What would Mister Roberts think!?"
"You're lucky I don't pull your address and give it to Mr. Roberts for what you did last time you were here."
"Aw, I didn't know you cared so much. I gotta say, you seem angrier than that wizard-guy I interrupted in the middle of a ritual."
Doris's eyes got wide.
Eli let out an incredibly awkward, completely and clearly fake laugh that held no joy. Doris laughed uncomfortably and looked down at her desk.
Eli flipped through the file, "This is just one piece of paper with an address."
"That's all there was on the plate."
"Anything about Eric Bryan?"
"I have to keep putting in another file each time that woman calls. I've looked into it before, and there's nothing in our system about that woman having a child. I just can't believe she's so desperate that she hired you. Guess she really has snapped."
"Doris, you're a treasure. Don't ever change."
"Go to hell."
"That's the spirit."
******
Eli closed his car door and threw the file on the passenger seat. He flipped it open to read the address and struggled to get his phone to call Howard. Voicemail. Great. He scrolled up through the 'contacts' list until he reached 'C'. Chase Meyers, his assistant, was just some young kid who needed the income. He wasn't much for investigation, but he had a passion for helping people. It was almost inspirational. He had outright refused to take the job offer until Eli promised him that they weren't going to be following cheating spouses around Haven City snapping pictures. Good kid.
"Chase here."
"Chase, it's Eli. I need you to do that thing you do with computers and get everything you can on an address."
"Sure thing. Text me the address."
"Chase..."
"Oh, right. Read it out to me, then."
"1890 East Providence Drive."
Eli fought with his car as the clicking of a keyboard sounded in his ear. With a small burst of relief, the car rattled to life.
"Chase, I need to put you on speaker. How do I do that?"
"Hit the button that says 'speaker'."
"There's no button."
"On the screen. It's an icon with-"
"Got it." Eli set the phone in his lap and started to drive. He listened to Chase type rapidly as his car pushed forward. He leaned back in his seat as the car rattled along. Maybe a rattling sound wasn't the best sound for an engine to have. It was probably fine, though. He wasn't a mechanic, so he couldn't decide that the car was busted on his own.
That black truck was behind him. It was a distance of about two cars... but it was there. The driver was talking into a phone. Bald man. Sunglasses. Dark skin. The passenger pointed at Eli's car. Brown hair. Pale skin. Bright orange jacket.
"Chase, I've got a tail. Anything you can see before I have to hang up?"
"Yeah... It's an old abandoned factory and... just... It looks like there are a lot of invoices from a "Happy Farms Butcher Shop" to that address. Several shipments of... of meat. I mean, beef, chicken, pork... all that stuff. Whoever lives there, they were really hungry."
"Or 'whatever' lives there." Eli muttered, "What do you mean 'were really hungry'?"
"Well, it looks like the last invoice was from six months ago. Eli, there are some posts online warning about gang activity near that address. Bodies turning up nearby. People missing. Drugs all through that area... but all of that stopped six months ago, too."
Eli felt a cold shock run through his heart, "Thanks, Chase. I'll go check it out."
"It looks like it might be dangerous, Mr. Thorne. Do you want me to call Mr. Marwan?"
"No thanks. I've got this one. Let... Let Sam know where I'm going to be, though. If I don't give you a call by midnight, send him in."
"You got it, Mr. Thorne."
Eli pulled over into a parking lot and fished the map out of his glovebox. He unfolded it and rested it against the steering wheel. East Providence was a thirty-minute drive across town. If his car could survive the trip, it wouldn't even be a problem. He just needed to-
Something tapped on his window.
He looked up to see a man in a bright orange jacket. He was tapping on the window with a gun. Eli was suddenly feeling quite cooperative. The man motioned for Eli to get out of the car, and Eli obliged.
"Boss got a call that you're sticking your nose where it don't belong." The man muttered, "So, we're gonna go someplace nice and quiet and have a little chat."
"Well, I do like nice and quiet places."
Eli eyed the gun in the man's hand as the other one started patting him down.
"You're quite friendly." Eli muttered.
The man felt down Eli's hips, stopped, and pulled back the right side of his coat to reveal the .45 M1911 on his hip. He pulled the gun out of the holster and stuck it in the back of his pants. He patted down Eli's legs and then moved up toward his left hip.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I never cross-draw." Eli chuckled.
The man quietly pulled back the left side of Eli's coat and removed the .38 snub, holding it up for Eli to see.
"Well... except for sometimes." Eli shrugged.
The man grabbed Eli's left arm all the way down, then moved to his right arm, stopping at his forearm.
"What's this?"
Eli raised his left arm and pulled his sleeve down, revealing a leather and steel brace, "I injured my arm a bit ago. The doc said I had to wear this. I don't know why. I'm no doctor."
The man shrugged and pulled a black bag from his pocket. He unfurled it, took Eli's hat, and pulled it over Eli's head.
******
Eli would have complained about the bag over his head, except that it was remarkably thin, and he could see almost everything. That was likely something those two morons were unaware of. He recognized the street signs around him as they went. These guys were taking him in the direction of East Providence Drive. That was convenient. Or quite bad if people really did keep disappearing around there.
The building they approached was an old factory. What it produced, Eli couldn't tell. It looked run down and dirty. The fence had a 'no trespassing' sign that Eli's drivers ignored completely. He could see a small bit of smoke coming from one of the stacks. Perhaps the place wasn't as abandoned as Chase had believed.
Eli was shoved from the truck as both men escorted him toward the door. They stopped before entering, pulling his arms behind his back and securing them with handcuffs. That would be a minor complication.
They pushed him through the door and he stumbled, almost falling to the ground. He caught himself and tried to look around without moving his head as much as possible. Empty metal vats were all around him, lining the walls. The floor was concrete with drains running in the middle. The lights were at that perfect fluorescent flicker that made him mildly nauseous.
He was pushed into a much larger room, one lined with tables manned by people packing bags of what looked like a very illegal substance. There were stairs to his right leading up to the second floor. Four men and two women in that room had guns. A man and one woman stood to the left of the door Eli was quickly approaching. The rest stood near the stairs. The rest of the people were very clearly unarmed. Potential slaves. Potential employees. Hard to tell.
A quiet, terrible, almost musical shriek came from the basement, and everyone shuddered.
They walked him past that room and into a much smaller one, decorated by only a single chair and a series of pipes. He felt a fleeting wonder cross his mind about why bad guy groups always seemed to have rooms like that to bring their kidnap victims.
Eli was shoved down into the chair, his arms looped around the backrest. One of his captors pulled the bag from his head and discarded it on the floor.
Clawing, growling, sloshing noise rose from the drain under Eli's feet.
"Well, if you wanted some alone time with me, you could have just bought me dinner." Eli grumbled, "So... what's this all about?"
"The man we work for got a call-"
"That I'd been snooping, yeah." Eli rolled his eyes, "But... what was I snooping in that bothered him so much?"
The men said nothing, just stood there with their guns drawn and pointed at him. The door behind them opened up and a man walked through. He wore ordinary street clothes, but he looked wrong in every way. His skin looked like a deflated balloon. His bones were shaped at odd angles. Strange markings lined his skin, some tattoos, some healed wounds. His breathing was wet and ragged, though he didn't look to be in pain. His pale skin had splotches of color, as if he had paint all over him.
"You must be Elias Thorne. I've got a source that says you're looking into the disappearance of a kid that doesn't exist."
"Right, yes, and I'm sure that me looking for the Easter Bunny would also piss you off?"
"Easter Bunny..." The ragged man laughed, a shrill, piercing noise, "Elias, I think you've stumbled onto something you don't need to be concerned with."
"You know, part of me was thinking the same thing until your goons threw me into a truck." Eli shrugged, "It took me under a day to find a path that led to this location. I thought for a minute that it would mean dirty cops, but... we both know it's something more... unnatural." Eli sat up and leaned forward as much as he could, "What kind of books do you read, sir?"
The man's eyes narrowed with seething hatred, "Utah, find out what he told the cops and then put two in his head and take him downstairs. I'll be upstairs reading my books. Come get me when it's done."
The man named Utah stepped forward. He was the one who had taken Eli's weapons. That was good. Eli tried his hardest to focus on the positive and ignore the sound of scratching coming from just under his feet.
The boss and the man in the bright orange jacket walked out of the room, leaving Eli alone with Utah. Utah cracked his knuckles and stood over Eli, smiling down at him, "You're gonna tell me everything. We can do this the easy way or hard way."
"Oh, easy way of course!" Eli squirmed over, "I'll tell you exactly what you want to know."
Utah lowered his hands a little, a look of confusion on his face.
"See, when I was about... oh... nineteen or so, I went to Susie Miller's pool party." Eli moved his left arm a little, "Started out as some underage drinking, but then it turned into a game of truth or dare, and you would be surprised where that ended up! I mean, running from the cops on a bicycle at two in the morning in only my long johns and a tiara."
Utah's fist flew out, cracking Eli across the face. Eli spit blood from his mouth and looked up at Utah, retaining his grin.
"What do you think you're talking about?" Utah grumbled, "What did you tell the cops? What did you find!?"
"Asshole! I was getting to that! Eventually." Eli twisted his arm a little more, "See, there were a few things I learned that night." Eli shifted his right arm just a little bit... almost there, "One thing was that you never do truth or dare with Susie Miller's friends. Another was that if the police ask why you were doing something strange and unexplainable, say nothing or risk looking as mad as a hatter." Eli smiled as he got the right position, "The last lesson I got... was how to escape from a pair of handcuffs with a thin blade."
There was a quiet pop and Utah opened his mouth to shout.
Eli jumped up, driving the blade mounted on top of his right forearm into Utah's throat.
"You really should have taken the brace from me." Eli hissed, "You think this is the first time I've been grabbed? I've learned a lot about how to get out of tricky situations. I've got lock picks hidden in my watch, knives hidden across all my clothing... I tell you, I really appreciate the engineering possibilities in this day and age. By the way, I never told the cops anything. You could have let me go about my day, and you'd still be alive in the morning. Any last words?"
A quiet, strained gurgle escaped Utah's lips.
"Well put."
Eli dropped Utah's body and knelt down, picking up his hat and returning it to its rightful position on his head. He grabbed his M1911 and holstered it. After sliding the .38 back into its holster, he picked up Utah's gun. He figured he had about two shots from that before people paid too much attention. Six people in the next room would try to kill him. He could handle that. He'd been in worse situations.
A content, unearthly wail issued from the drain.
Eli looked down to see that Utah's blood was flowing down into the drain. He knew what waited in that basement. He'd seen one before. Rare, deadly, and able to disappear someone in every conceivable way. The perfect pet for a career criminal.
Eli shook the thought from his head. He ejected the magazine from Utah's firearm and pulled the slide back to eject the last bullet. He wouldn't be needing it. He dropped the gun and walked up to the door, drawing his M1911.
Eli thrust his leg into the left door, turning sharply to his right. He fired two shots. One hit the man, one hit the woman. He heard shouts from the people in the room.
He rounded the door and fired two more times, killing two of the armed men before they could react.
The remaining woman lifted her weapon and held the trigger down.
Eli dove behind a support column as bullets rained into the concrete. He'd been on the receiving end of that kind of gun before. Three seconds of continuous fire and it would be empty.
One.
Two.
Three.
The shots stopped.
Eli rouned the column and fired one more shot, dropping the woman.
The man fired back at Eli rapidly, missing each desperate shot.
Eli fired once and didn't miss his target.
Six bullets. His gun held seven, plus the one in the chamber. He was down to two.
He fired both into the air, shouting for the people to run. Not a single one disobeyed.
Eli ejected the magazine and grabbed the one from his coat pocket, sliding it into place and cocking one into the chamber. Seven more bullets. He crossed the room quickly, heading up the stairs. He peeked through the metal door at the top. Two men stood at the end of the hallway with their guns aimed at the door Eli was behind. Eli tapped the glass and waved.
Bullets reduced the window to shards of glass immediately.
Eli bounced up from his hiding place behind the metal door and fired two clean shots.
He pushed the door open and walked down the hallway. Five rounds remained in his gun.
"Mark! Shawn! What's going on out there!?"
Eli ran at the door the two men were guarding and kicked it open.
The ragged man was reaching for a revolver on his desk.
Eli fired one shot, ripping the man's hand in half. The ragged man fell to the floor and crawled quickly into the corner, screaming and crying about his hand.
Eli sized up the room quickly. Redwood paneling, green carpet like a lawyer's office, and a rich mahogany desk with one open book on top. A couple file cabinets, a couple guns here and there. No guards in the room at all.
"Shut up!" Eli lifted the gun to aim at the ragged man's head, "Let me be clear about one thing: I will kill you for kidnapping me. But I need to know what part you played in Eric Bryan's disappearance. I need to know if I'm going to be killing you for that as well. Because I think I know what happened, I just want to hear you say it."
"A-aren't you going to arrest me?"
"I just killed eight people after being kidnapped without calling for backup. Do you really think I'm a cop? Now, tell me about the boy. He disappeared six months ago after you and yours threw him into a van. I want to know what happened."
"I-It was a year ago... th-this thing appeared... when... I was reading that book... speaking the words..." the ragged man pointed at the open book on his desk with his good hand, "And it... it appeared."
Eli walked slowly to the desk, looking down at the book. Strange symbols composed the main body of work. Words and notes in English were scrawled into the margins. Eli had seen these before. Not that book specifically... but books, formulas, and strange objects like it.
"Looks like someone was dabbling in magic." Eli let out a soft chuckle, "Trust me. That's a mistake. Playing with forces you don't understand... it turns you into something. It makes you not what you were. Something less than human that believes it's more than divine. But you summoned something... didn't you? Something hungry."
"It ate... it ate one of my men... His friends... no one remembered him after that creature..." The ragged man whispered, a few tears running down his face, "A-at first... it was satisfied by meat I ordered in... but... it was so desperate to eat... to eat men... I kept reading... The power in that book... a man could become rich with it. It was DeMarcus... he tried to get me to stop... and that... that boy saw it..." The ragged man tried to push himself farther into the corner, "So... we brought... We brought him back here..."
Eli gritted his teeth, "You fed a sixteen-year-old boy to that thing in the basement."
"It was just a matter of convenience... It wasn't... I would never kill a child! I just... I could use that thing... better for business than leaving a body-"
"I'm going to burn this place down with that thing still inside." Eli readjusted his aim, "I'm going to tell that woman that her son was murdered and his body disposed of. And you? You're going to rot in hell for what you've done."
"Not what I've done... what... What that thing did... what that book made me do!"
"But you opened the book."
"Please, man... I don't..." The ragged man looked up at Eli in terror, "Who are you?"
"I'm just a man who doesn't belong here." Eli shrugged, "Nothing more. Nothing less. I've seen things that would make your toes curl. Magic. Wizards. Monsters..." Eli let out a dry chuckle, "Monsters exist. But you know that, don't you? That's what you've got in the basement."
"I didn't know... that book was... I never thought of what it might be... of what it might do... But it told me things... things about the world... things about what lives around us... things hidden in the shadows... things hidden in plain sight..."
"In my life, I've found one great mercy in this world. Most people never put together all of the disparate facts that reveal the reality that we live in. Monsters, magic... They chalk it up to hallucinations and madness. They all live in a small room surrounded by darkness and they are so afraid to ever open the door. They try so hard to explain everything away with science and mental illness. One day, though... that door is going to be flung open. The world will see what waits in the dark, and they will not take kindly to it."
"Please... I have money... two million in the safe there. It's unlocked right now... just take it and let me go..."
"Well, thanks. I'm going to be giving that to the boy's mother, though. Well... most of it. Turns out, I probably need a new car." Eli shook his head, lowering his gun, "Oh, before I forget, who was it that tipped you off about me?"
"I never got a name... I just... He told me where you were... what you were up to... He said he just wanted to borrow my book for a little bit... that he collects them... That you wouldn't approve... that it benefited both of us..."
Eli gritted his teeth. A man who hid books Eli would disapprove of and would benefit in more ways than one if Eli was suddenly not part of his business.
Seemed like Eli would be having a chat with Howard Malone.
Eli raised his gun, "Any last words?"
"I didn't... I didn't harm the boy. It was Utah. He-"
Eli pulled the trigger three times.

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2020.10.18 12:19 lizbertarian Trouble with Linear Time Continuity

Okay, so this is more like a large set of glitches I've experienced over the years, and I'll avoid the childhood ones. Instead, I'll mention an event from less than a month ago verifying warnings from what I'd like to call nonlinear temporal information messengers.
This is long, but it is weird. I've only told this to a few people, and I hope this is worth the read.
The glitch I'm going to be referring to today is my acting on information that I believed may have saved my life, as info I've been given has helped give me so much peace of mind when life has thrown me curveballs.
Since I've been an adult, I've had TWO separate events in which men of difficult-to- place ethnicity and appearing to be 35-55 years old but hard to place more than that have approached me while I've been working and been around coworkers, both appearing at first to be conversating with me in a work- related way until getting me away enough to tell me they have things that they have been sent to tell me. I am skeptical usually, but over the years, not one thing these men have told me has been a lie.
The first man approached me when I was working an event in the Bahamas for a modeling team I had barely it onto via contests. I was in a large group of ladies, and there were lots of people inside and outside a hotel/casino. He tells me he like to get privacy-- I think he's being a creep, but then he asks if I've been outside yet to enjoy the beach. I hadn't-- it was sunset, people were everywhere, and the beach area was part of the hotel. I went and kept looking back at the hotel while we walked and exited the building.
He then tells me he needed to get me alone because he had a message for me from God. I'd grown up religious but become VERY agnostic/skeptical at this point, so I thought this rich guy was crazy or playing me. He tells me he has a gift from his mother because she had the gift, too, and it's his job to share with me what he is led to tell me. I had said nothing about myself, and there was NO info about me other than the fact I was from the US. I made sure to give him NO info to John Edwards his way into looking like he knew anything. This was in 2006, so looking me up was laughable.
He begins to tell me VERY personal things about myself and my family that I'd never told anyone. He begins to tell me how I feel about some of these things, including guilt, is not right, and that I had to give certain people time to rebuild relationships. He tells me it is okay, almost absolving me of a HUGE burden I'd been carrying. This ended up being true, and it took over a decade to verify.
He tells me I'll have my first child within the year, it will be a girl, and I'll have one or two more children who will be boys much later. I had my daughter less than a year later despite efforts to not get pregnant (ex sabotaged bc and prevented medical care), and I had my son almost thirteen years later this May after thinking I'd never get pregnant again due to lots of doctors telling me I shouldn't have been able to have the first baby.
This man then tells me my current partner at the time is not the person I'm supposed to be with at all. I told him I was trying to make things work with the guy, and the man tells me that my now-ex will die fairly young like early forties or so. However, if I waited that out, his abuse would be so bad that there would be nothing of me left, and my life would be meaningless since I would be broken irreparably.
If I left as soon as I could, life would be hard for a while, but I would be myself. My ex is still alive as he's in his late thirties, but the abuse he meted out as soon as I was pregnant and until I left was bad enough (along with the psychological and other abuse that I'd been oblivious to when this man came along) to match what the man warned me. Until that point, I'd been in denial about the abuse since it hadn't been physical and had never even thought about it not discussed it.
He then describes the man I'm going to end up with as someone older who will love me and run a successful business with me after hard times. This is who the other child(ren)'s father is. We won't be happy until we move to Florida. My partner is almost a decade older than me, we're obsessed with trying to find all sorts of ways to make money now and long-term (we've had a few failed or not- worth-it ventures already), we've definitely had hard times, and he's the father of my newborn. We haven't moved to Florida, but that's come up more than once as a possibility!
The man had kept gingerly putting his arm around me in the least creepy way possible-- like how my dad would do-- and kept looking INTO me as if to make sure I was okay with the information he was giving. He told me everything was going to be okay-- like I'd make the right decisions but I'd needed the data he'd given to get there. I walked back in with him, and everyone had wondered where I'd been. Oddly enough, no one had been outside, and for nearly an hour, I'd had a beautiful Caribbean sunset on the beach with just one other person who seemed to care about ME more than anyone else had in a long time.
I went to grab a drink finally, saw the guy while waiting, and quickly snapped a picture. It is the only picture in my whole trip where there is extreme motion blur despite him not moving. He seemed surprised by the photo and acted like he was shocked I took one.
Later, when the other ladies asked me where I'd been and I told them, they all told me that no one had seen that man. They'd all been standing right by him with me. They said I was alone outside! The picture of him is literally the only thing that made me realize SOMETHING wasn't right, and it wasn't my perception.
I shook this glitch in my life off, even as events unfolded the way he said and even things he left out began to make sense. Then, years later, I was at work as ahem a "dancer," (life had been hard-- someone got criminal charges in my name, so jobs were hard to get in a post-2008 world for a nerdy college grad with an arrest and dropped charges while getting sick from allergies and then-undiagnosed issues lol).
There was a table of regulars with three guys. One guy was always in a suit, and occasionally, you'd see him give a girl money. Another salt-of-the-earth guy would take girls for dances, but it was rare. A third guy sat there and smiled. He looked business casual every day he was there., and he was there often.
After seeing him a few months with none of the guys at that table ever being anything more than polite, I didn't bug him. One day, it was slow, and he flags me over. He then asks if I'd like a palm reading. I get this weird feeling. The guy in the suit looks low-key excited and nods, like he wants me to say yes. The other guy wasn't there.
I say yes, sit down, and give him my palm. He doesn't even look at my palm, my hand drops, and he begins unloading details about me EXACTLY like the last guy, almost like updates on some things from the last time and new information. I am in total shock.
He tells me I'm very sick. I need to get out of that kind of work as I'm very sick and making myself worse. I ask how-- was it my female issues or weird allergy? He says not just that but it was many things. This proved to be true as I have a kind of rare genetic disorder that causes other issues. Working on my feet and not resting like I'd been doing there and at restaurants could have crashed my nervous system.
He tells me specifically that the MAIN thing I need to watch out for is my kidneys. I ask him if they are damaged. He says no, but that I need to be very careful as I could die (almost like earlier than planned) if I don't protect them. I thought wrongly this had to do with my blood pressure being low as that stresses the kidneys when you go untreated like I did for decades.
A few weeks ago, I got bloodwork showing my kidneys were failing and causing anemia. I thought I'd just had an allergic reaction to a med a few weeks prior, but in additionto that, my kidneys had been shutting down. I'd been losing hair in clumps, itching all day, and looked like I was dying, even after discontinuing the meds and taking antihistamines that only helped a few symptoms.
Before I saw my doctor, I began treating the kidney issues. My doctor is not willing to admit the meds did this, but I saw the bloodwork and know. She wants me on more of the same kind of meds, but I'm getting a new doctor. I heard the man warning me replay in my mind my whole visit, so I'm going with that!
Perhaps the most weird is the statement he made when he fussed at me. He told me even more details about the guy I was supposed to be with, and I started trying to figure out how some of that could be true since it didn't match my boyfriend at the time. He looks at me like I'm stupid and says, "He reminds you of the man you're supposed to be with, but he isn't him. You'll see." It was like he thought I had mistaken one man for another outside time-space continuum limitations.
My logic circuits did not like this statement. It rolled around in my brain for MONTHS, on and off. "Reminds" meant I already knew and remembered who I was supposed to be with, but that is in the future, so wtf?! I considered it maybe a fluke or issue with the guy's English. He had a slight accent that was hard to place (like the other guy in the Bahamas), so I filed this glitch statement away.
I got up after the conversation as he also reassured me much like the other man had. Despite working there for a few more months, I never saw him again. I saw the guy in a suit a few times alone and quiet, but not nearly as often. This weirded me out. When I asked girls there about the guys, almost no one knew who I was talking about despite them being there all the time. The girls who did know had seen one guy but not all of them, and no one had seen the ambiguously ethnic guy.
About two years later, I had just broken up with my ex and was out with a friend at an afterhours club on July 4th. It was slow, but she was trying to keep my sanity by keeping me occupied and distracted. I was out on the patio, and the very nice young guy I was talking to about his breakup with his boyfriend (he'd been in tears) had his buddy come out to take him home.
His friend looks at me as he helps his friend up to leave and says, "Why are you out here? Your husband is in there, waiting for you!" The crying young guy looks confused and says something to that effect. The guy tells him it's true and walks him away.
I was shocked as the only guys I'd seen were gay or obviously taken, other than the dj. That's why I'd gone outside to breathe fresh air and feel sorry for myself. I thought the dj was some young guy who thought I was weird after my friend introduced me to him-- she'd brought me there for that purpose. The dj was, in fact, quite a bit older than me and liked that I was weird. Most importantly, he was very single after getting out of a relationship a few months prior. This is my partner.
Shortly after dating, I began noticing LOTS of impossible similarities between him and my ex- boyfriend as to likes, dislikes, hobbies, bad habits, and even personal stories. He was a very different person, but it was almost like my ex had been trying really, really hard to be who my partner is naturally.
My partner said he felt like a replacement due to how many times even my daughter would point out these things. I then remembered:
"He reminds you of the man you're supposed to be with. You'll see."
I told him about this, and my partner was just as confused as I was. When I told him all of the above, he only wants to know smart-ass things like why I didn't ask WHAT the successful thing is we are supposed to do so we can move to Florida already! (He also said all of it was bullshit until I got pregnant, reminded him it would be a boy, and it was!)
I really feel almost like I've had "people" glitch into this reality to help me out through what have been some crazy, dangerous, and seemingly-impossible situations. The advice, analysis, and predictions I've been given have held up.
I also feel like two events happened in these interactions that shouldn't have. The first was the picture. The guy acted like I'd broken some weird rule but didn't guilt-trip me about it. It was like I should've asked him first, but he would have said no anyway.
The second was when the second guy got annoyed with me trying to get my ex to make sense as "the one." It was like he lost composure and explained something in a way that shouldn't have been explained. The conversation was cut not long after that.
Telling me I mistook my ex for someone in the future was SUCH a loaded statement as to the nature of reality and myself. The future was influencing my past, and not just from what they told me but from what I must have subconsciously known about my future. I started realizing some odd events and decisions I'd made over the years backed this up.
The mindfuckery of then trying to decide what I'm doing because I like it and what I'm doing because it makes sense cosmically in a nonlinear temporal fashion became something I tried to avoid pondering. I've had lots of little glitch moments, but what takes the cake is these two men who seemed to not exist glitching in and out of this plane to help me.
Either I'm insane, very psychic, and can manifest photos of nothing into people, or for some weird reason, I'm being looked out for to make sure I have hope when I'm on the edge of being hopeless (later, not at the time of these glitches). I'm very honored that I was given what I was given either way.
Has anyone else ever had anything like this happen?
Also, I really feel like being told I was mistaking something now for something in the future might REALLY apply to some of the stories here! Taking linearity of time out of the equation makes what seem to be synchrocity, Mandela Effects, and weird memories (especially of things that never happened but you avoid like a warning) all rational event types.
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2020.10.17 10:03 snowboarder2225 [USA-IL][BIZ][1] Looking for business partner to expand finished app ( in restourants ) accros the country.

I have build the app that has a huge potential . I'm not the developer but have the team of developers build the app for me .
I'm really busy with my other company right now and can't have this new startup fail because I don't have more time to work on both projects .
First version of the app is finished , ready to go live and app will help restaurants and their customers order faster , split the bill , order for dine in , take out or delivery and place an orders in advance . For example , John , Mike and Lisa wants to dine in at the restaurant and they are really hungry and they know what they want to order but hate waiting for the whole process after getting to restaurant of waiting on the waiter , ordering , waiting on food , to pay the bill etc . With the app you'll be able to order food for dine in or pick up or delivery in advance and to be ready at specific time you choose . Or 3 of you in the group can each chose what you want to pay of the bill . Only stuff you ordered or percentage of the bill or custom amount or all ..
Also if you are at the restaurant already and need something else you won't have to wait for the waiter to notice you to come , get the order etc . You'll be able just to chose from their menu on your phone and they are getting notification on their screen instantly and start getting your order ready faster .
Also if you are at the nightclub and you hate standing in the line at the bar . And you want to have 2 whiskeys . You order them on your phone and bartender sees that on his platform . When he makes them ready you get the notification on your phone 2 whiskeys are ready at the bar , you just need to show the code on your phone and done , you have two whiskeys . No need to wait behind someone , wave to the bartender for hours , wait for the order , get the order wrong , waiting for your card to be charged , etc ..
Also in this covid19 time , it's less interactions between people .
Inbox me for quick video presentation of the app
I have invested alot , money and time in this app and right now think for the best of the app and potential it has to partner with someone who will maybe invest less money than me but much more time and effort to succeed .
Planing to sign up first restaurants in the next few days / weeks and then expand locally and then state vide and nation vide .
Let me know if someone has any ideas .
Thank you
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2020.10.17 03:04 InfernoAA Rebook Sami Zayn on the Main Roster Part Two: Underdog From the Apex

(For mobile users)

SummerSlam 2016
In the fallout of Battleground, RAW & SD embark on their new eras, Monday Nights setting up an 8-Man Tournament that culminates at SummerSlam to crown the inaugural Universal Champion. The first round sees Kevin Owens defeat Cesaro, Finn Balor defeat Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins defeat Neville, and despite being knackered from the night before, Zayn is able to eke his way past Chris Jericho to advance. He isn’t so lucky the following week though, being paired up against Rollins, who attacks him before the match, capitalising on his injuries to leave him even worse for wear heading into their match, able to pin him for an easy, cheap victory.
Meanwhile, Balor’s ascension continues as he eliminates Owens, the Finals locked in place with Balor & Rollins scheduled to take on each other. However, due to being eliminated from the tournament in the fashion he was, Zayn pleads for a second chance, knowing he has what it takes, thus being granted a rematch against Rollins, in which if he wins, he’s added to the match to make it a Triple Threat! And so, the Architect and the U.F.T.U put on a stellar match the following week, Zayn channelling his underdog heart to pull through to the other end with the upset victory, the UV match now a 3-way!
Come SummerSlam, in the semi-main event of the night, Zayn, Rollins and Balor battle it out for the right to be crowned the inaugural UV Champ! The former IC Champ gets a strong showing throughout the bout, coming close to winning on multiple occasions and solidifying himself as a credible main event talent in the wake of his feud with Owens, finally able to display his talents to the fullest extent. However, no matter the heart and soul he pours into the match, a Coup de Grace from Balor puts him away whilst Rollins is laid out at ringside, unable to break the pinfall, thus crowning Balor the first-ever Universal Champion!

Clash of Champions 2016
Unfortunately, having sustained a shoulder injury at SS, Balor is forced to vacate the title like real life, meaning the search for a new World Champion begins once more. 4 Qualifying matches take place for a spot in the 4-Way Elimination match for the vacant title, one of those match-ups being Zayn vs Rollins, the two men clashing once again in a brilliant bout. As Zayn gets ready to nail his patented Helluva Kick and score the victory though, he’s distracted at ringside by CHRIS JERICHO, allowing Rollins to catch him with a Superkick/Pedigree combo to move on!
As a result of Jericho’s appearance, Y2J invites Zayn to come out to his show, Sami accepting, wanting some answers anyway, ready to raise his fist if need be. Jericho proceeds to run down Zayn, claiming he’s a disgrace to the Canadian name, getting lucky against a living legend like himself and not even going on to win the UV Title at SS. Before the same blunder could be made twice, Chris saved the day and made sure the right Canadian, his new partner Kevin Owens, became champ, and so he did.
Jericho tries to get a sneaky shot in on Zayn to pay him back for eliminating him, going for the Codebreaker, only for Zayn to turn it into an Exploder Suplex, Jericho leaving before Sami can nail the Helluva Kick! Showing him they have unfinished business, Zayn wrecks the Highlight Reel as a horrified Chris watches on, yelling at him to stop, until he finally gives in and pleads that they can have a match at Clash of Champions but just don’t destroy his million-dollar equipment. Seeing it to be a fair trade, Zayn accepts, the match made official for CoC!
It’s a very technical match-up between the Canadians at the PPV, Zayn looking to set-up for his patented Koji Clutch, whilst Jericho aims for the Walls of Jericho, even tossing in a momentary Liontamer and he looks to torture Sami! In the end, the crafty veteran goes to the well with one too many tricks, allowing Zayn to nail the Helluva Kick and score the victory over Jericho once more! Later in the night, the Ayatollah of Rock N’ Rolla appears during the main event to help Owens retain against Rollins, only for Zayn to also appear and chase him off, the distraction though allowing the Prizefighter to remain champion!

Hell in a Cell 2016
As if his issues with Owens were never to end, Zayn finds himself in the title race between Owens and Rollins, the newly-turned face Seth demanding a clean rematch for the belt, only for Sami to step in, stating that with the win he scored over Jericho, the man Owens seemingly replaced him with until he decides to get rid of him like everyone else (which gets uneasy looks from Chris), he believes he should also get a UV Title shot!
Whilst Zayn doesn’t immediately receive a shot, he sticks around as Owens and Rollins go at it again on RAW, this time with no Jericho or Zayn allowed at ringside, only for Jericho’s theme to play which distracts Rollins, causing him to fall victim to the Pop-Up Powerbomb! After the match, he’s beaten down 2-on-1 by Owens & Jericho, only for Zayn to make the save and help Rollins clear the ring of them! As Rollins turns to take a look at the UV Title left on the canvas, he realises it’s already in Zayn’s hands, the former IC Champ clearly not here for Rollins sake, but instead having his own interests at heart.
With the feud between the 4 men only continuing to heat up, Jericho’s interference proving to be an issue, a 3-way Hell in a Cell match is made between them for the title, made to keep Y2J out of the ring! However, Owens & Jericho complain about the decision, claiming that if he’s to be ganged up on by Zayn and Rollins, Jericho should at least be given a chance to be there in his corner, or better yet, in the ring with him. And so, a tag match is made between Zayn & Rollins and Owens & Jericho, the stip being that if the latter team wins, Jericho can be Special Guest Referee in the match! Through all the shenanigans in the world, Owens & co. pull away with the victory, allowing Jericho to don the stripes.
At HIAC, it quickly becomes clear that Zayn isn’t here to help Rollins fight the two off, but because of his own personal issues with Owens, the BG loss still stinging in the back of his mind, and now Owens beating him to the punch by winning a World Title first too thanks to interference from HHH not sitting right with him at all. Zayn and Owens bring their classic violence to the table whilst Rollins interjects with his own crazy spots and Jericho proves to be the master manipulator of the match, looking to screw Zayn & Rollins over as much as he can. In the end, as Zayn is tossed from the apron into the cage wall thanks to a 2-on-1 assault, Owens is able to pin Rollins after a Pop-Up Powerbomb to retain!

Survivor Series 2016
Not much changes here except that Zayn is chosen for the team instead of Jericho, which receives outrage from the former World Champ. Whilst not particularly in it for the Brand Warfare, he’s offered a rematch for the UV Title if he can be one of the team’s sole survivors, and also gets to have a few cool match snippets against the likes of Team SD’s AJ Styles, Dean Ambrose and Randy Orton during the inter-branded match itself.
At Survivor Series, Zayn makes it to a 3-on-2 stand-off against the Wyatt Family, Zayn going right after them due to them being behind his elimination in the Rumble at the beginning of the year, but a miscommunication from Rollins costs Zayn, leading to him to be pinned and eliminated from the match, his chance at another World Title shot wasted…

Roadblock: End of the Line 2016
Following the final Big 4 PPV of the year, Rollins comes out to demand one final shot at Owens, believing that with no shenanigans whatsoever, he can beat KO, but before the champ can come out to respond, he’s cut-off by Zayn! The Underdog From the Underground is clearly unhappy about what happened in the 5v5, Rollins costing Zayn the opportunity to challenge Kevin himself, and as he goes to approach the Architect about it, Seth tries to play it off like it’s water under the bridge, causing Zayn to let loose on the mic!
He claims that Rollins has been eating long enough, being handed opportunity after opportunity whilst Zayn had to scratch and claw his way to everything, Rollins becoming the first NXT Champion like that whilst Zayn had to put everything he loved on the line, Rollins becoming WWE Champion for 200+ days and yet still coming out here to demand more shots whilst Zayn is yet to reach said pinnacle he deserves to be at. He’s screwed Sami out of enough opportunities, now it’s time they put a stop to this with one more match to see who the better man is! Rollins acquiesces and the bout it made official for Roadblock!
Unlike prior encounters where there was a clear face-heel dynamic, Rollins attacking Zayn before their first match and trying to cheat in their second, this one has a lot more blurred lines, both men simply doing whatever it takes to outdo the other on the quest to becoming UV Champ. As Rollins teases putting Zayn away with his old Curb Stomp, he’s caught and reversed into an EXPLODER SUPLEX, a HELLUVA KICK following to put away the ex-Shield member on PPV!

Royal Rumble 2017
With a tough victory over Seth under his belt, Zayn continues on his journey to attain World Title success as he announces his entry into the Rumble, this time entering much earlier into the match, #8 being his position, which only one person has won from, giving him hope that he can become the second. Putting on an incredible Iron Man performance, Zayn lasts the longest out of anyone in the match as he clocks over 50 minutes, surpassing Jericho who gets eliminated a little earlier in the bout whilst picking up some big eliminations like Strowman, avenging the Monster Among Men eliminating him last year, allowing Zayn to make it to the Final 4 also including United States Champion Roman Reigns, Bray Wyatt and Randy Orton! He doesn’t let the star-power faze him, putting on quite the display after making it so far, but alas, he’s tossed over the ropes to the outside, unable to last any longer, his dreams of challenging UV Champ Owens at WM shattered…

Fastlane 2017
Whilst he didn’t walk out as the Rumble winner, his performance didn’t go unnoticed by his peers, namely the man who made it furthest for RAW, the US Champ himself, Roman Reigns. However, as much as he was impressed by Zayn, he isn’t one to hand out title shots willy-nilly, so if Zayn wants a crack at his gold, he’ll have to earn it first. Cue an angry Braun Strowman, who’s clearly not finished with Sami, the two men having issues with each other stemming from the 30-Man extravaganza.
Due to both men wanting to face Reigns, they’re put in a #1 Contender’s match against each other in which Zayn puts on a star-making David vs Goliath performance, getting Strowman over well but still walking out with his own hand raised in victory! As promised, the match between Zayn and Reigns for the US Title is made official for the final stop on the road to WM, Fastlane.
Whilst Reigns was in the main event last year, defeating Ambrose and Lesnar to earn a shot at the WWE Champ at WM, he’s here tonight taking on former IC Champ Zayn, who’s looking to make big on the opportunity and finally start turning things in his favour, rebounding from his unsuccessful World Title chase. At first, Reigns severely underestimates his foe, thinking if Cena could beat him the way he did, he should have no problem himself.
However, this Zayn is a much more evolved version of him, Zayn giving Reigns the type of fight Daniel Bryan gave him two years prior, leaving the Big Dog stunned! Nonetheless, Reigns goes for his patented Spear finisher to cap off the match, but he falls right into the Exploder Suplex/Helluva Kick trap, Zayn nailing a second one just for good measure, before scoring the 1…2…3! SAMI ZAYN IS THE NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION! Much like Rollins, Reigns is taken aback by Sami’s victory, but ever the sportsman, he shows the new champ the deserved respect, giving him the big rub on his way to the apex.

WrestleMania 33
Back on top as a champion, Zayn could not be happier, making up for his multiple shortcomings the past few months by landing the jackpot. Bringing back an old classic, Zayn re-introduces the US Open Challenge, wanting to give others the same opportunity he once received courtesy of Cena. Multiple challengers step up, but the one leading the pack is the recently called-up Samoan Submission Machine, Samoa Joe! Hired as a mercenary by Triple H to take out Rollins, Joe turns his attention on choking out more souls and claiming gold, and what better place to start at then Zayn’s US Title?
Joe tears into Sami on the mic, bringing up their series of matches one year ago in NXT where Joe ended up as the ultimate victor between the two. He gives Zayn credit where credit’s due for his resilient performances, but he has to remember that he’s no Rollins or Reigns or Owens. He’s the man who’s going to take his title, but he’s willing to give Zayn some time to prepare for their match so there are no excuses afterwards, giving him till WM to accept the challenge! Zayn fires back with his own words, putting Samoa over for his success since Sami left NXT, but now that he’s at the big dance, the only person that’s going to choke at WM is Joe himself, Zayn accepting!
Zayn walks into the match as champion for the first time at the Grandest Stage of Them All unlike last year where he only left with gold, whilst Joe makes his official WM debut, and much like Sami’s the previous year, it’s in a high-profile title match. Their bout is a battle of guts and determination on the challenger’s end, taking everything Joe throws at him and still standing upright, ready to take more. He definitely feels the jabs and chops, his chest left beed-red, and even his face changes colour as he’s locked in the Coquina Clutch, but through one way or another, Zayn is able to secure the 3-count over Joe in another classic bout, retaining his title!

Backlash 2017
Post-WM features the debut of the Superstar Shake-up, wrestlers being switched from brand to brand, Zayn being involved amongst the ones moving homes as he finds himself in the Land of Opportunity, SmackDown Live, bringing his US Title with him! Upon arriving, he makes himself comfortable and at home, resuming his Open Challenges, now with a vast array of new faces to defend against, starting to pick up momentum as he lands a couple wins.
Before he can get too settled in though, he’s interrupted by AJ Styles one week, who states that now that Zayn is in the House That AJ Styles Built, he needs to follow the rules and put the title up for grabs against a real star like himself if a challenge is what he wants. The two men shake on it, setting up a dream match for the ages at Backlash between two world-travelled veterans!
As expected, Zayn vs Styles for the very first time rocks the house, the two putting on a sure-fire MOTN on any card, the tenacity of Zayn matched against the pit-bull aggression of Styles proving to be an entertaining clash of styles. Sami counters fire with fire as he showcases his own technical game as Styles to cinches in the Calf Crusher, Zayn able to turn it around into a Cross Armbreaker! In the end, Styles calls for a Styles Clash, only for Zayn to wriggle free and stack the shoulders for 3, remaining champion by the skin of his teeth!

Money in the Bank 2017
MITB sees multiple stories come to a head as Zayn qualifies for a second straight year, Styles right behind him, berating Sami for taking the easy way out in their match, wanting a proper finish. Nakamura and Ziggler also join the field, their issues coming to a head at the previous PPV too, before simmering over into the annual Ladder match. Rounding out the field are Baron Corbin, who makes his MITB debut, and one man Zayn hasn’t interacted with since their match at HIAC, Kevin Owens.
For the most part, the two men keep their distance from one another, the violence of last year kept safe under the sands of time, but as the opportunity arises, the two stare each other down one year on from, the hatred not having left for even a moment. Zayn is once again champion like he was last year, whilst Owens is without gold, having lost his UV Title to Jericho at WM. Alas, with the two back to square one, they get ready to trade fists… only for everyone else to rush back inside the ring, the two men getting lost in the frenzy.
In the end, Zayn’s hopes are dashed by the Phenomenal One himself, a killer Calf Crusher rendering Sami unable to haul his body to the top of the ladder, opening up the window for anyone else to accomplish the feat. And who but the Prizefighter himself is left the last man standing as he unhooks the briefcase, becoming Mr. MITB! As Sami comes to, he’s distraught by the result, wishing for anyone but his worst enemy to win the match, but alas, that’s all she wrote.

Battleground 2017
In the fallout of MITB one thing is clear for Zayn; his issues with Styles are still unsolved. Styles calls Sami’s victory at Backlash a fluke, wanting him to beat him in convincing fashion as opposed to a shock roll-up. He challenges Zayn to a rematch, but due to Zayn winning the initial bout between them, it’s scheduled to be a non-title match instead in order to allow other competitors to receive their due Open Challenge opportunities by Sami. In the match, Styles taunts Zayn to put him away with the Helluva Kick, pushing him around as he tries to find the tough skin below what he perceives to be a soft layer on top, but in the end, it’s Styles walking away victorious after nailing the Styles Clash!
The following week, the Phenomenal One comes out and says that if the U.F.T.U wants a room in the house that he built, he better earn it, or otherwise he should hand over the keys to US Title and let a more deserving competitor represent the gold. Styles continues to say that Zayn lacks killer instinct, which is why he lost to Owens this time last year, causing Sami to be taken aback. Wanting to prove AJ wrong and with the tally tied 1-1 between them, Zayn offers to put his title on the line at BG in a 2-out-of-3 Falls, the better man between them walking out as champion, Styles accepting.
With Zayn and Styles going at it again for the title and an exciting stipulation to boot, this match tops their Backlash classic, the two going ham on each other. Styles once again pushes Zayn to unlock the darker side of him and bring out the pit-bull whilst Sami opts to remain conservative of his energy, but it only leads to him blundering as AJ scores the first fall off the Calf Crusher.
Styles continues to pick apart the leg, looking to completely take his foe’s base out and tap him out 2 straight, only for Zayn to start fighting his way back into the match, living up to his underdog moniker even when champion, but this time, he starts bringing out a newer side to him, rattling AJ with more aggressive strikes and tighter submissions, pulling out his killer instinct! A BrainbusteHelluva Kick combo is enough to level the scores, 1-1!
In the final fall, Zayn and Styles go tit for tat in their wrestling, both looking to cinch in their submissions and outstrike the other, the stalemate carrying them towards the 30 minute mark. Styles starts getting desperate with his offense as Zayn kicks out of everything Styles throws at him, popping the shoulder up after a Phenomenal Forearm and once again surviving the Calf Crusher, but in the end, the Styles Clash finally does him in, AJ prevailing 2-1 to win the US Title! Zayn may have lost, but in defeat, he’s earned the respect of Styles.

SummerSlam 2017
With his US Title reign now a thing of the past, Zayn has nothing to do at the Biggest Party of the Summer, last year involved in the World Title proceedings but those are already occupied this time around, leaving him in search of the big match that would propel him to World Title status. Enter the man he made his main roster debut against, former 16x World Champion, John Cena.
The Leader of the Cenation back in town, he puts over Zayn on the mic, having kept a close eye on him since their brilliant match in 2015, seeing only bright things in his future. However, as they say, to be the man you gotta beat the man, and well, the Franchise player might know a guy that Zayn could face at SummerSlam… Sami accepts the challenge, determined to get his win back after 2 years of rising up the card.
At SummerSlam, Zayn vs Cena is one of the most hyped matches on the card and for good reason, Zayn silencing any doubters if he even has any left at this point by putting on an in-ring classic against the Face that Runs the Place. Cena unloads his arsenal on Zayn, taking him through the motions and laying the Five Moves of Doom on him, but no matter what he goes for, nothing seems to work!
Zayn keeps kicking out and getting back to his feet, having waited for this rematch for over 2 years, not wanting to lose this time, or it’d invalidate everything he had worked so hard for. Alas, after an incredible back-and-forth over 20-25 minutes, Zayn nails the move that has gotten him so far, the Helluva Kick booting Cena in the face for the 1…2…3! Zayn has just won arguably the biggest match of his career on a grand stage on its own right, Cena raising Zayn’s hand after the match, signalling that the loveable underdog is the future of the business!

Hell in a Cell 2017
With a massive victory over Cena under his belt, there’s only one place left for Zayn to go, and that’s challenging for the WWE Championship. And who holds that title, might you ask? Well, none other than the King of Strong Style, Shinsuke Nakamura! On the night after SummerSlam, Zayn comes out to the ring and lays out the challenge to the Japanese Sensation, remembering their MOTYC last year at Takeover: Dallas in his NXT swansong, not only wanting his win back, but also the title around Nakamura’s waist.
However, he isn’t alone in his challenge, the newly called-up ‘Glorious’ Bobby Roode interrupting the proceedings and immediately inserting himself into the World Title picture, using the momentum from his lengthy NXT Title reign to get him there. Standing undefeated against Shinsuke, Roode believes he’d be a much better candidate to face the WWE Champ than Zayn, leading to a match between them, where if Roode wins, he’s added to the match. And much like Zayn did one year ago leading into SummerSlam, Bobby picks up the win and cashes in on the opportunity, making it a 3-way for the strap at HIAC!
As the bell rings to start the WWE Title Triple Threat, Roode immediately rolls to the outside, wanting to let Zayn and Nakamura tire themselves out so he can slide back in for the easy victory whenever he wants, but unfortunately for him, his adversaries don’t let that happen, Bobby forced to mix in the action, albeit still bringing all the tricks up his sleeves, especially in the No DQ environment.
After a heated battle between all 3 men, Zayn looks to finish Roode off with a Helluva Kick in the corner, only to be nailed with a Low Blow from the Glorious One and a Glorious DDT to cap it all off! But as he slides into cover on Zayn, Nakamura flies in from out of nowhere, knocking Bobby’s lights out with a Kinshasa for the 3 count, just about retaining over his two challengers!

Survivor Series 2017
Unsatisfied about how their match went down at HIAC, Zayn comes out to the ring the following SD and challenges Nakamura to a 1-on-1 rematch between them, seeing as Sami wasn’t pinned in the match. Shinsuke seems eager to do battle once more, but only this time, he wants Zayn to prove he’s worthy of it in front of him, thus leading to a match between him and Randy Orton, arguably one of the tougher opponents the U.F.T.U has had to face, but still, he’s able to come away with the victory, turning the RKO into a BrainbusteHelluva Kick combo to earn the shot!
The long-awaited 1-on-1 rematch between Zayn and Nakamura takes place in the main event of the final Big 4 PPV of the year, Sami’s dreams now on the cusp of materialising. All he needs to do to achieve them is beat Nakamura, but it is definitely a tall task. Nevertheless, he strides into battle with his head held high, the two creating pure magic in the ring once again, topping the classic from Dallas in one hell of a 5* performance from both parties!
Nakamura throws all the knees he can, whilst Zayn fires back with Lariats and borrows European Uppercuts from Cesaro, taking from the wrestling knowledge he can. And alas, with Nakamura in perfect position in the corner, Zayn does the ‘YEA-OH’ taunt, before nailing the HELLUVA KICK! COVER! 1…2…No? Zayn looks around, confused, believing the ref’s hand should’ve slapped the mat a third time, only to see the ref has been stomped into the canvas, and standing over them is… MR. MITB KEVIN OWENS!
Breaking up the count, Owens looms over Zayn and Nakamura with his briefcase, stalking them in wait as a new referee runs down to the ring, Kevin sliding the briefcase over to them, leading to the words Zayn dreaded from the moment KO won the Ladder match. ‘Kevin Owens is cashing in his Money in the Bank contract!’. BANG! POP-UP POWERBOMB! COVER! 1…2…3! The dastardly villain did it. He robbed Sami of his moment to become the NEW WWE Champion! Zayn is heartbroken.

Clash of Champions 2017
The events that closed the night at Survivor Series are the talk of the town as Owens parades around with his newly-won WWE Championship, becoming the first man to hold it, the Universal and NXT Titles, now sitting atop the throne of SD as the tyrannical ruler. Zayn is speechless at first, but quickly he bursts into a mix of emotions, ranging from anger to sadness to confusion. He begs for a shot at Owens, the man who robbed him yet again, but unfortunately for him, Nakamura is the one eligible for the rematch, Zayn getting pinned.
For a few weeks, Sami is nowhere to be seen, as if the loss completely wiped him off the map. However, he finally musters up the strength and courage to return to the SmackDown arena, and upon arriving, is serenaded by everyone in attendance, not a single person there who doesn’t want to see Zayn as WWE Champ. Before Zayn can get on the mic though, he’s interrupted by some very familiar music, as out comes… former NXT and Cruiserweight Champion, NEVILLE!
A man he’s done battle with countless times, having recently lost his throne, the former King of the Cruiserweights is now on SD! He steps up to Zayn, the two staring each other down, before Neville slaps the taste out of Zayn’s mouth! He yells at him that is this really the man he’s become? The man who beat him for the NXT Title has been reduced to this? Taking weeks off and getting lost in melancholy?
This isn’t the Sami Zayn he once knew, and this isn’t the Zayn anyone else recognises either. He should be back on his feet already, taking on the entire world to get the WWE Championship. But if this is truly who he is now, then it seems Zayn wouldn’t mind Neville steamrolling past him to claim that title for himself.
Neville turns to leave, only for Zayn to stop him, a driven look on his face. He demands Neville not go anywhere, because he isn’t going to walk over Zayn. The line to the WWE Title starts behind him, so if he wants to hop on the train, he’s going to have to beat him first. Neville grins, having brought out the fire back out of Zayn, accepting the challenge, the match made official for CoC!
At the PPV, Zayn and Neville deliver another one of their classics that they’ve been putting on since their days in PWG, the two tearing down the house with their unparalleled chemistry. Having put on a more muscle since their last encounter in 2014, Neville’s strength is considerable, but Zayn’s drive to win is even stronger, the U.F.T.U coming away with the victory, revitalising his road back to the apex!

Royal Rumble 2018
With Zayn recharged with energy and motivation, he enters his third Rumble, this one set to be his toughest one to date as he enters at #1, #2 being none other than the man who pinned him at SummerSlam 2016 to become the inaugural UV Champ, Finn Balor! Having never faced off in singles action before, the highlight of the Rumble amongst other special moments like Mysterio returning and the likes of Andrade and Adam Cole featuring in the bout, is the Iron Man clash between Zayn and Balor, both men going the distance, surviving everyone else that came in their way, both clocking over an hour each in the match!
In the classic ‘match in a match’ formula, the two put on a barnstormer even after having already wrestled so long! The finish comes when both men are teetering on the apron, hanging onto the ropes for dear life as they try to eliminate each other. A stomp from Balor misses, opening Sami up to connect the HELLUVA KICK, blasting him off the apron and out to the floor! SAMI ZAYN HAS WON THE ROYAL RUMBLE! THIRD TIME’S THE CHARM!

Fastlane 2018
Nothing can describe the energy running through Zayn’s veins upon winning the Rumble, now set to take on either the Universal Champion Brock Lesnar or WWE Champion Kevin Owens at WrestleMania! Instead of choosing immediately though, he decides to hold off and see how Fastlane goes, the WWE Title still set to be defended there. In the meantime, he receives a challenge of his won for the PPV in the form of the Viper, Randy Orton!
Orton didn’t appreciate Zayn using him as a ticket to a WWE Title match at Survivor Series that he didn’t even win, so he conducts a vicious attack on Sami (Orton is heel here), collecting his due payback. However, he isn’t ready to stop just right there, harkening back to the last time WM was set to be in New Orleans, WMXXX. He lost his World Title to a man much like Zayn in the night’s main event and he would love nothing more than to avenge that loss too by taking out Zayn and claiming his spot at WM, so he challenges him to a rematch for Fastlane with the Rumble shot on the line. Ready to take on any doubters, Zayn accepts!
At Fastlane, the two wrestle a slow, methodical match that works to Orton’s pace, allowing Randy to viciously dissect Zayn, looking to break him down psychologically whilst torturing him physically. Zayn’s mind happens to be impenetrable though, no amount of disrespect or bullying in the ring able to stop him from getting what he wants, Sami able to defang the Viper once more and retain his World Title shot! In the night’s main event, Owens retains the gold, and as he celebrates, here comes the moment everyone’s been waiting for! Sami points to the WM sign whilst Owens holds his title up high, Zayn’s intentions speaking loud and clear; it’s Sami Zayn vs Kevin Owens for the WWE Championship in the main event of WM!

WrestleMania 34
Here it is. The Final Battle. Over a decade of their tumultuous relationship has lead to this. Countless matches with and against each other. Now finally all coming to a head at the Grandest Stage of Them All. 2 years ago, Zayn took Owens’ IC Title on the WM stage, but KO-Mania 3 looks to be his toughest challenge to date. The build to the match sees them recount everything that’s taken place from NXT to WWE, both men hyping the match up exactly how it should be.
With the last match on the horizon, Zayn asks Owens to finally answer the question he’s dodged since REvolution – Why? Owens talks about how Zayn had become selfish, proceeding to climb up the ladder without him instead of reaching down to help him up too, forcing Owens to carve out his own path which involved a lot of bloodshed and broken bones. Back at Survivor Series, he wasn’t going to make the same mistake he made at REvolution, letting Zayn win the top title first. He struck instead, making the WWE Title his, and he’d rather die before he lose it to Zayn.
Zayn fires back, stating that just when he thought things were improving between the two of them in 2013, Owens ruined everything with what he did on the happiest night of Zayn’s career, that was supposed to be spent with his brother. Owens threw all that away, not him, and come WM, he’s going to put a stop to all of this once and for all by beating Owens where they once dreamed to face off: in the main event of WM.
With everything in place for the match to occur, the two proceed to their WWE Title match. It’s not a match about weapons or cheap tactics. It’s a straight-up singles match, like the one two years ago, only much, much bigger with a lot more riding on the line. Amalgamating everything they’ve done from across their countless classics, they combine it into one breath-taking contest with a beautiful story to cap-off their rivalry. In the end, Owens is in the corner, nowhere to go, too exhausted to move. Zayn races across the ring and delivers the HELLUVA KICK, one with all the emotion and drive behind it, before collapsing into the cover. 1…2…3! SAMI ZAYN HAS DONE IT! SAMI ZAYN IS THE NEW WWE CHAMPION! The miracle on Bourbon Street has occurred once more as Zayn closes out WM, achieving his dreams and become the WWE Champion!

SmackDown after WrestleMania
It’s an emotional night on the SmackDown after WM, a massive celebration going down as Zayn holds his newly-won WWE Title up high, sharing the moment with all the fans in attendance. He cuts an impassioned promo about what the victory means to him, before saying that it’s now the fans and his era, so whoever wants a piece of the new WWE Champion, come to the ring right now, first come, first serve!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHU5D2O31vs
Out comes Daniel Bryan! The two men stare each other down, Zayn holding his title up high and Bryan performing the "YES!" chant, his first challenger here...
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2020.10.16 18:35 SaintRidley Wrestling Observer Rewind ★ May 9, 1988

Going through old issues of the Wrestling Observer Newsletter and posting highlights in my own words, continuing in the footsteps of daprice82. For anyone interested, I highly recommend signing up for the actual site at f4wonline and checking out the full archives.
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  • WCCW has finally announced the card for their May 8 David and Mike Von Erich Memorial Parade of Champions. Credit to the company, they’ve not put much effort into pushing the Von Erich part of the name this year and seem to have kept that part out of deference to Fritz. The headliners are two triple tower of doom matches. Dave’s understanding is that there will be three rings built atop one another with a firefighter’s pole through the center to allow ring to ring transitions. You can also move from level to level by climbing the cage from the inside. They’re also having an 18-man Royal Rumble style battle royal called a Texas Roundup inside the three rings, with the winner being the wrestler who gets to the third ring, climbs the cage, and grabs the envelope with the “money” for the winner and five prizes for fans. I’m astonished TNA in the Jarrett/Russo days never did this. Michael Hayes and Terry Gordy will have a Bad Street match, Kerry Von Erich challenges King Parsons for the title, and Kevin Von Erich teams with Bruiser Brody vs. Buddy Roberts and a mystery partner. Roberts was originally meant to partner with Kamala or Abdullah the Butcher, but they’re both booked. There will be other matches as well, but eh.
  • Over in Oregon the battle of May 7 is coming. Don Owen’s show in Portland will feature Hennig vs. Tom Zenk along with his regular crew, while Billy Jack Haynes’ Oregon-Washington Wrestling Federation debuts twenty miles away in Oregon City. No cards, partial or complete, have been announced, but Haynes has 16 guys including Tom Magee (yes, the one who only Bret Hart knew how to make look good), Steve Gatorwolf (fuck Steve Gatorwolf), Chavo Guerrero, Corporal Kirchner (due to be promoted to Colonel when WWF turns their eyes this way), Brian Adams, Fred Ottman (Memphis’s Big Bubba, whom you’ll come to love as Typhoon in a couple years), himself, and a bunch of other guys who I can’t make any interesting comments about.
  • Memphis’s Monday show after those will surely be the most talked about show of the weekend, though. Hennig defends the AWA Title against Jerry Lawler in a match where Lawler will retire if he doesn’t become champion. Most of the undercard is still unknown, but that match alone carries the interest.
  • Crockett has made a major retreat and given up the New York market. Nassau Coliseum accepted WWF’s ultimatum, and will now refuse to allow Crockett to run shows. Over Crockett’s four show run at the arena since November, it’s been rocky. They had a successful first show in November, but the second show was the Bunkhouse Stampede in January, which drew a gate of $80,000 (actually above WWF’s average there). But that show was so poorly received it killed them. The third show drew poorly, and they managed to improve a bit to $48,000, around WWF’s typical non-Hogan card there, for the fourth show. But with the ultimatum and the fact that gates have dropped to basically equivalent to a WWF card, they’re out. They’ve also lost their time slot in New York, leaving them without local tv access in New York and LA. Crockett may have pulled the plug on New York tv themselves. They were paying a rumored $6,000 weekly for access, and that just does not make sense to do when you can’t run local shows anymore. It will hurt their ad revenue, so it’s a mixed bag.
  • WWF taped Saturday Night’s Main Event on April 22 to air April 30. Dave mentioned the results last week, but upon airing some changes had been made. They didn’t air Andre/Roberts and instead put on a Rick Rude vs. Koko B. Ware match. Randy Savage is obviously the face of the company right now - they didn’t even mention Hogan on the episode. And it’s a big improvement to the wrestling quality having Savage as the main event over Hogan. Duggan’s work has significantly regressed. Bulldogs vs. Demolition was garbage and they were not working together at all. Rude vs. Ware was fairly good and the only match that didn’t involve a total carry job by one guy.
  • Joe Pedicino is collaborating with WATL-TV in Atlanta to do a 30 hour wrestling telethon on June 17-18. They’re even going to have over six hours of wrestling live in studio. As part of the telethon, they’ll have a bunch of syndicated wrestling shows as well as the Henry Winkler movie The One and Only (Dave’s favorite wrestling movie of all time) and the Alex Karras movie Mad Bull (not as good, but some good in it). They’re also going to do a segment on the history of pro wrestling in Atlanta. Proceeds will go to the Atlanta police department so they can buy bullet proof vests. Dave even has word that two WWF wrestlers will appear.
  • Dave’s regular typewriter is in the shop, so he’s using a different one that kind of sucks. He apologizes for any issues, and has gone with a smaller font to give more content as a make-good. Yay, more stuff for me to type about.
  • [All Japan] John Tenta accidentally broke Jimmy Snuka’s ribs on April 21 with a powerslam. Not much else of interest out of All Japan this week.
  • [New Japan] Antonio Inoki has a broken foot and is out of action. That’s gonna hurt New Japan at the gate. Riki Choshu vs. Vader has been made to replace Vader vs. Inoki for May 7. It’ll be an interesting test of Choshu’s remaining drawing power.
  • New Japan went really weird with a locker room scene on the April 22 tv show. The main event had Inoki and Tatsumi Fujinami beating Vader and Masahiro Saito by dq, and the locker room scene had Inoki and Fujinami arguing. Fujinami then got scissors and started cutting his own hair until Inoki hit him and told him to wrestle Vader in Osaka on April 27 (at which show Fujinami declared he’d retire if he lost).
  • The major hype in Memphis still surrounds the LawleHennig match set for May 9. They’re claiming Larry Hennig is leading the voting for referee over Jackie Fargo, but that’s obviously to drum up more support for Lalwer.
  • Meanwhile, Memphis is bringing in guys from WCCW for three matches on May 2. Dave’s heard conflicting stories. They’re there for just the one show, or they’ll be in again multiple times. Just have to wait and see, Dave supposes. Even with Lawler vs. Eddie Gilbert with Missy’s hair at stake, they’re billing Iceman King Parsons vs. Kerry Von Erich for the WCCW Title as the main event, and Dave doesn’t get the point in bringing in another world champion when you’re spending so much effort and time on hyping up the AWA title match for the next week. This is the beginning of the Memphis/WCCW alliance and eventual merger.
  • A funny story from Southern Championship Wrestling. They’ve got this local country western DJ on color commentary and he goes by Rhubarb Jones. For a few weeks, they did a bit where Paul E. Dangerously constantly called him “Rub Hard Jones” and Jones would correct him. Then the blowoff was Dangerously asking “How come whenever I call you Rub Hard you say it’s Rhubarb, but when Missy Hyatt calls you Rhubarb, you say Rub Hard?” This made it on the air. And honestly, it sounds like a fucking funny bit.
  • Stampede’s crowds have dipped a bit. It’s probably a bit of annual drop off as summer comes along, but also according to local fans it’s because the show has become so much less family oriented with all the blood and excessive violence lately. Kids have been the biggest demographic to drop, so that makes some sense.
  • Les Thornton is not content to start up a competing wrestling school to Stampede, but is now planning to start a competing promotion. He may get started as soon as May, and he’s planning to run Calgary too.
  • World Class is negotiating to get their syndicated package added to the All-Star Wrestling Network ad package. That’s the same one that has the AWA.
  • Big John Studd has sent out a country music demo to some record companies. He’s apparently trying to cash in on his fame as a wrestler as a selling point for how well his record would sell. One person in the music industry told Dave that Studd wrestles better than he sings, and Dave says if it does ever release not to buy it if there are any cats who live in your neighborhood.
  • UWF announced its May 12 Korauken Hall card. There will be three matches: Nobuhiko Takada vs. Shigeo Miyato, Tetsuo Nakano vs. Yoji Anjo, and Akira Maeda vs. Kazuo Yamazaki. That’s the entire stable of wrestlers they have so far. Since they sold out so quick without announcing the card at all, it’s a good thing they’ve saved the best main event they have (Maeda vs. Takada) for June. Since there are only three matches, each match will likely be in the 30 minute range.
  • Dave hears word that Iron Sheik will be back in WWF if he can clean up his act. No more cocaine for Sheiky baby.
  • AWA has an interesting card for their May 14 tapings in Las Vegas. Tanaka and Diamond defend the tag titles against Chavo and Mando Guerrero, Greg Gagne defends the International TV title against Brian Knobbs, the Midnight Rockers take on Riki Choshu and Masahiro Saito, and Curt Hennig vs. Jerry Lawler for the AWA Word Title.
  • In addition to Memphis and the AWA, Continental now recognizes the AWA Title as a world title. The AWA title is quickly becoming the world title of the remaining independent territories. Related, in a recent interview Curt Hennig said that he’s the real world champion among himself, Ric Flair, and Randy Savage because they only defend their titles in one company while Hennig defends his in all companies.
  • The Fantastics beat the Midnight Express on April 26 in Chattanooga to win the NWA US Tag Titles in a 40+ minute match. They teased referee stoppage and Bobby Eaton, who was the illegal man, wound up pinning Robert Fulton. Cornette did a promo saying he was planning a party for this coming weekend because of course Jim Crockett would return the belts, but obviously that’s not going to happen, Dave says.
  • Ric Flair missed some shows this past week (April 25 in Nashville and Chattanooga, April 27, and April 28. Dave’s heard two stories - either a severe fever or a staph infection. Due to his absence, the NWA offered refunds for those who wanted them. He was supposed to wrestle Road Warrior Hawk in Nashville, and that show drew around 2,500 people.
  • Dave thinks it’ll be interesting to see if WWF tries counterprogramming the next NWA ppv. It’s set to air on July 10 with Flair vs. Luger and a triple tower of doom match (they should be glad that WCCW is using it first, it means they can see how it actually works in practice and figure out the bugs before doing it themselves). Correction time: the triple tower of doom WCCW has concocted wasn’t a Dusty Rhodes original. It was a Kevin Sullivan idea, which makes way more sense when I remember the doomsday cage match he came up with. Anyway, Dave thinks it would be smart if both stopped this game of countering each other’s big shows. It’s just costing both sides a lot of money and neither side has really benefited.
  • The 1988 NWA Great American Bash tour will run June 26-August 7 and have some 40 or 41 shows. A lot of those shows will have War Games matches. After the Bash tour, Crockett’s wrestlers are going to be getting a week off to make up for working 6 weeks straight.
  • NWA got the time slot WCCW used to have in Jackson, Mississippi and their first tape they sent had no commentary track. They had promos, but not one word of commentary.
  • Word is that a 6’7” masked wrestler called “The Texan” is coming to NWA to feud with Dusty Rhodes. Dave thinks they’re bringing in Dick Murdoch, who once wore a mask and attacked Rhodes, but 6’7”? Maybe if he had stilts.
  • WWF is instituting a new policy where managers aren’t being booked for house shows anymore, only tv tapings. The only exceptions are where they’re booked to actually get in the ring and wrestle a match. Elizabeth is a unique case, and Dave’s not sure where they’re landing on her yet, but she’s so integral to Randy Savage’s act that you can’t take her out without upsetting fans. The last Dave’s heard is they’re likely to have her only appear in certain markets and not regularly anymore.
  • Additionally, WWF has made significant cuts to the number of dates. Last year at this point they were running between 20-25 shows a week, and they’ve cut it down to 10, 12 on tv taping weeks. The new schedule has three shows on Saturdays and Sundays, two on Mondays and Fridays, and Tuesday-Thursday as days off (again, except on tv weeks). Well, that’s the schedule for the big names. The rest will work when they get work, with the third string guys working twice a week at most. With this severe a cutback, you can expect probably more guys to be let go. On the other hand, this new scheduling will give the wrestlers more chance to rest, and seems to be having positive effects on performance (though DiBiase/Savage and Hart/Badnews working together might also be a factor). DiBiase/Savage is the only major drawing match they have, so cutting dates means avoiding overexposing the match, too, so that’s a possible factor. This is evidence that pro wrestling as an arena spectator sport is in the worst place it has been in a long time and even WWF is tightening their belt, which only means that everyone else is probably feeling it a lot more.
  • One of the letters this week is about how fans smart to how the business works should act at shows. Not said in the letter is that they should shower, almost as if that’s a given. Anyway, the writer conjures up the image of the fan who goes to the show and calls the wrestlers by their government names and screams at Wahoo McDaniel to “blade!” when he gets posted and goes prone on the floor and how irritating those people are. Smart fans, our writer argues, should try to keep the heat up for the match. Cheer the faces, boo the heels, help encourage the marks around you to do the same. The writer is friends with a mid-level heel from a promotion not to be specified to protect the source, and the writer tries to make a point of going to that heel’s tv tapings. Some of the wrestler’s colleagues know our writer is an Observer subscriber and considers Dave a friend, but even so, after the last taping the writer went to and played it off like they were a total mark, one of the managers came over and thanked the writer for keeping the heat up and asked for thoughts on the angles and how they were getting over. You don’t get asked questions like that from the workers if you’re the kind of irritating, insufferable smart fan who has to show off how smart you are. Honestly, I really enjoyed this letter, because it definitely jives with my feelings about how to act at a show. Respect and engage with the performance you are presented. I remember going to a RISE show last year where I had a fantastic conversation with AQA, one of the women there who was coming from Booker T’s school, and she was asking me about how her elimination looked from my vantage, if I thought she hit her spots well, and that sort of stuff. I’ve had a lot of great conversations like that at RISE and SHIMMER shows and I’m really glad I got to have that conversation with AQA. By the way, she’s fantastic and is definitely on her way to having a big future once she hits the point of signing with Impact/WWE/AEW.
  • Another writer notes that he has a friend who now works part time for the Rhode Island State Athletic Commission. Said friend knows nothing about wrestling and can’t even answer questions about whether blading is allowed in Rhode Island because he doesn’t know what the question means. So yeah, that’s what you’re dealing with in athletic commissions.
  • Our most interesting letter of the week concerns the origins of the term “working.” A lot of people think it originates with the advent of tv and working for the benefit of the camera, but the term originates back in the early part of the 20th century. Wrestlers began using what they called the “working” system rather than shooting, which allowed them to turn wrestling into a traveling act. Wrestlers at that point still had to be capable shooters, of course, just in case someone didn’t want to go along with the script. And there were wrestlers like Jack Sherry who couldn’t adapt to working rather than shooting, and so they were on the outs with the major promoters of the era. Also, the writer found a membership list for the NWA from 1968. Just 20 years ago the NWA boasted 23 different member promotions in the U.S. and Canada. How much things have changed.
  • There’s a big letter from a couple guys in Maine that goes off on Dave for his “anti-WWF” bias and it’s a big enough deal that Dave actually responds. In brief, the letter says “we are disturbed by your continuing, and, we believe, unwarranted criticism of Titan Sports and Vince McMahon in particular. This anti-Titan attitude, while understandable, and in some cases laudable, has been of concern to us for some time, and we had intended to write soon, but your recent post-Wrestlemania newsletter moved up our timetable.” Fucking hell, that’s most of the opening paragraph and I am rolling laughing (literally, I am high as balls as I do this part). Their criticisms of Dave’s takes on Wrestlemania seem to be saying Ventura was great on commentary and Uecker was funny. And since Dave’s writing basically the newsletter of record on wrestling, he’s being derelict in his responsibilities. One good thing they suggest is that Dave try to keep commentary and news separate. Basically, they usually find themselves agreeing with Dave and are very confused and concerned that his opinions on Clash and Wrestlemania were opposite of theirs. The part that really ticks Dave off is that, “at risk of insulting” Dave, they conclude that his commentaries are tailored to satisfy certain constituencies of his readership rather than reflecting his own opinions. Dave even says that the one thing they got right was that he felt insulted by their letter, and not because they disagree with him. Dave even says “anyone who agrees with all my opinions is obviously letting me do their thinking for him.” There you go. He then gives a complete takedown of every point they made, pointing out where they ignored the context of his statements, pointed out how it wasn’t just him who felt how he did, points out his takes on Starrcade and Survivor Series to kill dead the idea that he has an anti-WWF or pro-Crockett bias, etc. As for biases, Dave does admit to a bias toward Crockett’s in-ring style compared to WWF’s, but it’s also hardly his favorite style (New Japan juniors, there’s his favorite style at this point), and he also admits to a bias toward how WWF handles publicity, its company, and its rotating talent in and out of the spotlight to keep things fresh.
  • So, Dave transcribed the first hour of Bruno Sammartino’s radio interview from 6 weeks back. A couple highlights, then I’ll just put a link to read the transcript yourself. He felt like the lone voice defending the old way of wrestling and nobody would listen. He says some wrestlers today, he might call them athletes, but Bam Bam Bigelow? He’s too fat to be an athlete. He calls Andre and Hogan sad because of Andre’s condition, and even worse because making it out like the match of the century is practically obscene to him. He doesn’t consider either of them to be wrestlers. Basically, he’s going to old man yell at the cloud of modern wrestling for a while and he said Vince doesn’t want commentary to refer to it as wrestling anymore. He tries to maintain some kayfabe about the legitimacy of wrestling in his day, but tries to claim it mostly was. There’s stuff about his son I’m going to be honest about not reading, I’m just not sober enough to care about David. He also says he never once saw a bladejob or blood capsule in his life and points to his scars above his eye “that came from being hit”. He is vague about Jimmy Snuka, but he says Snuka’s got serious drug problems and seriously messed himself up.
Read: Bruno radio interview transcript
  • There’s also a long letter about Bruno, so you can read that along with the transcript So click that link too. Smash that like button. Subscribe to my twitch channel. Words.
Read: end of transcript and letter
  • Dave also gives comments of his own on the transcript, letter, and Sammartino’s issues with McMahon. In short, the business of wrestling has changed a lot, especially lately, and change isn’t inherently bad. Some changes made wrestling more mainstream acceptable. Some caused the decline of regional territories, but were always inevitable. Some brought unheard of amounts of money to the business. Wrestling isn’t shooting, but entertainment isn’t a dirty word and things like wrestlers booking to suit their egos dates back to the 20s. Dave says the wrestlers who have learned to do today’s craft and not an outdated style that won’t connect, should be commended and respected. If you know how to work for your audience, can maintain conditioning, and work hard to get yourself over, you’re the kind of wrestler Dave respects. If you don’t respect the paying customers and think steroids can substitute for knowing your shit, Dave thinks less of you for it. Using steroids doesn’t disqualify you from respect - a lot of great workers are well conditioned and use the stuff to maintain the size that pleases the promoters. He just dead refutes the idea that wrestling was legit in Bruno’s day or that he never bladed. He also talks about Vince and that Vince has on the one hand had a very negative influence on ring style, but he’s opened wrestling up to the larger media landscape and that’s a good thing.
  • Dave rates Savage vs. DiBiase from the April 25 Madison Square Garden show 4 stars. A rare high mark for a WWF match at this point.
Watch: DiBiase vs. Savage at MSG
  • Harley Race will be out for several months. He ruptured his intestine and had to have 18 inches of it removed.
  • Big Bubba’s coming next week with a prison guard gimmick and will likely be built up for Hogan’s return.
  • Owen Hart is now apparently 50-50 on coming to WWF.
  • Ricky Steamboat has apparently quit WWF. He was scheduled for the MSG show against Greg Valentine, but wasn’t there and wasn’t on tv. It could just be a hiatus, but Dave reckons he’s gone.
  • Dave wants us to confirm, but does Matilda look different than she used to?
NEXT WEEK: Midnight Rider unmasked, Jerry Lawler becomes AWA World Champion, Roddy Piper comes to Oregon, Clash II announced for June 8, and more!
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