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Officially licensed 2015 claw machine-exclusive Shy Boo plush from Japan.

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Okami Sequel - Project Teaser

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The Plain Speaker, Hazleton, Pennsylvania, November 6, 1936

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In Luigi's Mansion, chests are programmed to be able to hold up to 255 different money objects, though the game never puts this many objects in any chest. The footage shows what a chest with a maximum amount of content would look like when opened.

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The News Journal, Wilmington, Delaware, September 2, 1950

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Haven't drawn the Kokiri in a while. Even feral fairy children like a good bedtime story.

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Writing Practice (9-19-19)

Misfit Setting...

Imagine a clearing in the woods, surrounded by forested hills. In this clearing is a makeshift camp fire, a fallen tree, and a few rocks pushed into position for additional seats. 

The only person in the clearing is a single man staring into the flames. This man is known as a Soul Warden. As such he is a living afterlife for many souls he has collected. You enter the clearing and he looks up and pulls back his hood and stares at you from behind his long hair. 

You hesitate, as if by instinct, and he smiles and offers to let you into his keep. You have no idea what this man's keep is like, it could be a paradise or a prison. Torture or therapy. 

On top of that... The offer would mean you die today, but it also means you won't risk Oblivion anytime soon. I came to this choice while running for my life from those intent on my death. It would of been a easy no if i wasn't in such a dire situation. 

"Die now and get a guaranteed afterlife, or take your chance with the mob and risk Oblivion," a said calmly, breaking down the choice for me to simple terms as if i didn't already know.

Looking back as i heard the approaching mob getting closeri thought about it carefully. Then i looked to him with the worst scowl i could muster. "I'm going to survive, with or without your help. But i would appropriate it if you helped me." 

The Warden smiled "Are you a witch, ma'am?" 

I lost ny scowl with the surprise and spoke honestly. He nodded, but I'm not sure my answer matter either way. As he got up to help. 

He held out his hand and spoke to himself. With a flick of his wrist small swirling swarms of green embers flew from his hand entered the ground. His smile widened to a whole grin. "Necromancy is forbidden, but Soul Wardens are sacred... That basically just cancels out and I'm normal, like you." 

I heard necromancy, and didn't understand the rest. He was trying to reassure me or defend himself, i honestly still, even tho i know the words, don't know which. 

The ground broke apart as skeletons rose from the ground. One for every ember ball that flew off his hands. His skeleton army numbered only 6 and they looked weak. But the fear of seeing bones that walk without flesh disturbed me. 

"How... You're a Warden, you shouldn't have such a power of waking!" 

He laughed "Oh. I don't. This necromancy isn't born of mist or me waking the dead. It's born from the chains of a Warden." He pulled his hand back and ethereal chains from his hands appeared around the corpses. 

"This spot that you and your pursuers have stumbled into? Is a graveyard. I am Warden of these poor souls. I can let them inhabit these bones for a time with my chains and draw them back to their paradise when we are safe."

I reluctantly came to him as he waved me over. I stood among the dead and their master and whispered calmly to me how he was sorry. 

I looked to him as he explained, "I am a Soul Warden. This secret hasn't gotten out because people don't believe it. They don't want to believe those with the power to save them from the dark can do such grim deeds. You will be blamed for this, if you weren't a Witch before, you are now."

As the group of angry mortals burst from the tree line they came to a paniced stop seeing the dead walking amongst two witches. 

They stood no chance against us, those who didn't flee were beaten back by the Warden's forces. I didn't have to do anything. I was saved. However the skeletons had no weapons, so none of the attackers were slain, only delayed. At first i thought it was kindness, but i know now the Warden didn't spare them... The skeletons just lacked the weapons to kill them. 

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Oh yeah

I am too feverish to be anxious. So. Time to post something and be terrified by social activity another time.

I have 5 settings currently. I don't know if i increased or decreased since i last posted? But anyway. Little story with more likable people, yeah? Hopefully so.

"'I am a Demigod!' Announced Epoc," the storyteller shouted out, with mixed reactions from the crowd. Gasps from the children, scoffs from the skeptics at the market stalls listening in, and small cheers from fellow Pantheonic believers like himself passing by the street entertainer.

"'I judge you all guilty for crimes against this man, you have tormented him for crimes not his own and broke his skin for no reason but misguided rage,' he continued," the story teller paused before continuing, seeing a hand raised up high by a child in the back, sitting on a bag of rise to see over the other seated children.

"Yes?" The storyteller said kindly, ditching his story voice for a more conversationally pleasant tone. "Do you have a question?"

The child stood, dusting off his tunic and straightening his hip sash. The storyteller spoted a Celestial medallion on a thin copper chain around the boy's neck, which explained his questions "I thought all the gods were women? Why did you call Epoc a 'he'?"

The storyteller chuckled a bit, but not enough to insult, and explained. "A Demigod is different, The Gods are genderless, but appear in feminine forms and so we describe them femininely."

He had lost some of the kids' attention with this, but he thought it important enough to finish. He'd try to not dwell on the technical aspects of the divine for long. "Demigods are lesser gods that represent smaller things. Some demigods were once human who proved themselves worthy of godhood and were risen up. So Demigods commonly have genders and their form obviously matchs that."

The kid tilted his head, like a confused puppy. "But... I thought there was only 15 gods, and i memorized them all cuz mum told me to so i can pray better."

The kid wasn't grasping the difference between a god and demigod quite as well as the story teller hoped. But he gave it one more try. "Well, there is Mother of all-" everyone, including the storyteller bowed his head to show respect, "who is a Creater. She either helped make the world with her children, the other Titans or she did it herself, we don't know which, and then Yin and Yang. The supreme Gods of Darkness and Light who are actually gods and are the manifestation of their element. Below them in rank is the Grand gods, the 4 seasons, Winter, Summer, Spring, and Autumn..."

He was failing to keep this brief. He had lost more kids' attention, and the details were about to get... Complicated after this. So he shortened it. "And so on. So Titans are the creators, Gods are the ultimate manifestation, and Demigods are... Managers, they look after small little things and make sure they are okay. Like your parents do for you. Gods are busy handling the big stuff, Demigods help keep the pressure off them."

"What are Many-feast-stations?" Another kid asked, causing a visible but small cringe on the storyteller:s face. He was moments from falling down a well of questions with no bottom in sight. Getting back on track was paramount... But ignoring a kid's question was just too against his nature.

"A manifestation is like... The best rock, a rock that you can use as an example for all other rocks, a rock that is so important and powerful that it not only represents every other rock... It is every rock. If it diappeared all other rocks would become inbound and start to unravel, one day rocks would stop existing."

Only half the kids understood him, and he knew it, but he had to continue the story and he was running out of time to tell it to th-

The town's bell rang out, the kids got up and began scattering. The storyteller stiffled some profanity and shouted instead "Come back tomorrow and i will finish the story, and if we have time, start a new one."

When all the children were out of earshot he muttered under his breath, "writhen job you did today, you needed to finish the story and get paid... Ruina."

He cursed under his breath some more. Calling himself Writhen, and muttering ruina till it felt like the meaning was leaving him. He couldn't think of a single way to legally get the money he needed to pay his Tax.

He walked down an alley way, punching the wall as he went, thinking the pain from each hit against the cold stone was punishment for his failing that might help him avoid the bigger problem he was dwelling on.

"If i don't get the 3 jade shards i need... I'm denounced... And if anyone finds out I'm denounced..."

He started to send himself into a spiral of thoughts about all the things laws protect from. All the protections he would lose if the city denounced him.

"I could be mugged of my last 3 shards, my home could be robbed or even taken entirely by anyone who pleased, if i got in a fight with a citizen all blame would be placed on me, ifsomeonewantedtheycouldjustmur-" before he could finish his panicked words he threw up his lunch. His panic attack lessened but remained. He quickly tried to refocus. If he could make 10 jade, he could regain his citizenship afterwards... But he was having trouble making 3. If he went to another town he could pay a traveler's toll, much cheaper then being a citizen, but he'd need to abandon his home and he'd need to pay the toll weekly. Much more expensive after the first few weeks...

He could steal the money... But if he got caught he'd be more than just denounced. Arrested, fined, charged, branded by a mark of folly, and then without enough money for taxes or fines... Denounced anyway.

He had to decide, and soon...

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