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The newest episode of "Slowly Unspooling," titled "The Messages" follows closely as we delve into Kai's captivating journey within the enigmatic confines of their workplace. Through the aid of a reliable recorder, Kai candidly opens up about their innermost thoughts and feelings. Brace yourself for even more unexpected revelations to come!
Prepare yourself for a thought-provoking encounter as our main character receives enigmatic messages and undergoes an eerie sensation of being watched.
Please be aware that this episode addresses intense themes, including emotional turmoil, work-related pressure, existential unease, sleeplessness, mental health challenges, self-doubt, isolation, work-related demands, perplexity, ear strain, and audio distortions. We kindly advise you to approach this content with sensitivity.
Featuring the exceptional talents of Aspen Rayne as the voice of Kai, this episode guarantees an unforgettable auditory escapade.
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Story Prompt 85
The eerie silence settled over the town square like a thick fog as the crowd stood frozen, eyes locked on the scene unfolding before them. They watched with bated breath, hearts pounding in their chests, afraid to even blink for fear of missing a crucial moment.
"YOU'RE A KILLER, A MURDERER! YOU'RE CRAZY!!" The words echoed through the still air, cutting through the tension like a knife. The man's voice trembled with anger, his façade of confidence crumbling in the face of the woman's calm demeanor.
"Darling, if you kill a killer, it's still murder," she responded coolly, her voice a stark contrast to his outburst. Her words hung in the air, leaving him at a loss for a rebuttal.
Caught in the spotlight of the onlookers, he glanced around nervously, searching for some sign of support or guidance. But the faces staring back at him were filled with apprehension, offering no solace or reassurance.
"Bet you a gold piece she escapes?" a hushed voice whispered from the outskirts of the crowd, breaking the tense silence. Another voice chimed in, setting the terms of the wager.
"50 bronze ones, or nothing."
A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd as the bet was struck, adding an undercurrent of anticipation to the already charged atmosphere.
The woman's laughter cut through the tension like a bolt of lightning, sending shivers down the man's spine. It was a sound tinged with madness, a glimpse into the depths of her unpredictable nature.
As the echoes of her laughter faded away, a chill settled over the square, leaving the spectators on edge and uncertain of what was to come. The man's fear grew with each passing moment, a gnawing sensation in the pit of his stomach telling him that this was far from over.
And he knew, deep down, that he had reason to be afraid.
For in that moment, he realized that he was not the hunter, but the hunted.
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*hitting you with a stick* no benoit blanc movies should not interact. they should not lead up to something. you need to detox from the marvel/sherlock bbc poisoning. they should be completely independent movies (maybe w some cameos/little references for fun) and go on for as long as there are stories rian johnson wants to tell in this universe. i do not want an overarching plot i do not want a team up i dont want a benoit-focused prequel i want some good old fashioned episodic murder mysteries that have nothing to do with each other!!!!!!!!!!! also rian johnson has literally said he's not gonna do a prequel and he wants the movies to all stand on their own
addendum 1: by "marvel/sherlock bbc poisoning" i dont mean that those caused this over-serialization, but i think they are partially responsible for why audiences are expecting it. learn to engage w murder mysteries on the genre's own terms
addendum 2: idc what headcanons you have. i actively encourage you to write fanfic about marta and helen solving crime if you wanna. that is literally what fanfiction is for my guy! if you want to know how phillip and benoit met THAT IS WHY FANFIC EXISTS
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MY FRIEND HAD A WILD ASS DREAM!
Imma quote them directly- and before you ask, yes I asked them permission to share this.
I'm a senior in highschool who is trying to change the period box in front of my school but while trying to do so, I unlock and find memories of my old hero form??? From freshmen year??? I freak out and go home to do stuff (not swaping the boxes.) And talk to my friends. I find more papers and get more memories of some sort of race track/bus station from far away in wither snow or at a beach WAYYYYY late at night (maybe even both). I go to school and go inside the main front hall to wait for security who's stopping kids from going around the school preclass time and told one of the security guards I need to find and talk to Bismuth about something from either my end of freshmen year or sometime my sophmore year. He mentions something of knowing I wasn't a freshmen by either how I acted or something in my face. He takes me to another room (Ira a computer room) and sits me by a computer and I take out a mini drawing of a tower. Bismuth comes in happy and we talk a bit. I show her my little drawing that I accidentally ripped in two and she gives me a jar of blue sand with a few shells and it triggers me into talking about how she remembers and I am in shocked. "I need you to rebuild it" or something along those lines.
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I woke up. This was gonna be a mystery of me trying to get back my past in some way and Bismuth (from Steven Universe) was going to help me. This shit was gonna be a trip and a half. Should I make it a full story?
I think he should. Do you?
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It would be nice to read a Superman comic that’s more Clark than Kal.
It would be nice to read a Batman comic where Bruce does more good as himself for the issues than as Batman.
It would be nice to see Diana in one of her many jobs like a museum curator bringing beautiful pieces of history to light for people to marvel at or as a diplomat.
It would be nice to see Barry solving crimes with his forensic science without bolting off between every discovery to handle things as Flash.
It would be wonderful to read a story about these awesome heroes that was focused on what good their other identities do, with their heroic personas as background instead of the other way around. I hardly hear of stories that last more than a few issues or an arch that gives us a nice long look into their civilian lives, if anyone knows any longer arcs like this I’d love to read them.
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Ferret Danny.
So, Vlad has decided to host a Gala at his own mansion, inviting a vast majority of the rich, including Lex Luthor and the Wayne family. Danny, not so subtly begs Vlad for him to join in because he has a plan.
Vlad doesn't know why Danny is begging since he never does, but he eventually caves in an agrees for Danny to attend. Danny calls up the ghost ferrets and makes a whole plan to have them in suits and dresses and little accessories for them as well. He askes Vlad to make various gadgets that would let them translate into human speech and then is off teaching them lessons.
Never would he thought he would use them, but this is one of the best ways he's ever decided to.
The day of the Gala, there are various amounts of ferrets in butler outfits leading in guests (some walk on two feet) and some even being the guests. Danny, meanwhile, is dressed like a king (he is not the ghost king.) with a royal cape, a crown and scepter. He's personally greeting every guest (ferret) that enters alongside Vlad, and when that's over the ferrets are seated at a table (not on the same level as the other guests) and seemingly having a very serious discussion.
Everyone else (aside from Vlad) is confused about this situation. Certainly, they've heard rumors about Vlad Masters has a program buying and collecting various ferrets, but this isn't what any of them even imagined and that, the white one who's eyes and fur glowed was obviously a sight to see as well.
Various people asked where Vlad acquired him from, with Vlad not giving any specific answer. A while into the gala, Lex Luthor is getting increasingly annoyed by the fact that Vlad Masters has shrugged him off to talk with mere animals, and obviously he's noticed that whenever he walks towards the man to make conversation, one of them appear at his side to talk with him and causes him to turn down any other conversation at that point.
Safe to say, he isn't pleased.
Damian Wayne has heard many a rumor about Vlad Masters. How could he not? He's famous for his hospitalization, his quick rise to power, his reclusiveness and love for the packers.
The rumors he focused on, however, was those that involved the ferrets the man seemingly collected. Damian couldn't let it go when he heard rumors that perhaps Vlad Masters buys them to fulfill some sick, twisted pleasure of his, and that he buys more and more because the others he's bought didn't last long.
As the son of the Bat and the successor to the Robin mantle he couldn't let this go until he's investigated to confirm the rumors, and out the man for his cruelty if they prove to be true.
So him holding a gala was a chance he couldn't let go of. For Vlad Masters only attends galas, never does he host them himself, a rare opportunity for him to easily enter the man's domain was one he could not let go of.
What he saw when he got there was not of his expectations, seeing a green colored ferret dressed as a butler leading them into the mansion wasn't it, he expected a human one. He thought back to some of the more gruesome rumors, and suddenly something seemed to click for him and he was worried.
He needed to investigate thoroughly.
Then he saw this one particular ferret, and Damian's stomach twisted. A ferret who's fur glowed a brilliant white and eyes a toxic green that obviously spoke of experimentation, and while he may be dressed as a king, Damian couldn't help but jump to unfortunate conclusions.
If he wanted to know what was going, then he had to speak to someone. He tried speaking with the ferrets that lead him and his family in, a device seemingly allowing them to speak in human tongue on their person and Damian looked closer. He saw that their fur seemed to glow as well, just like the first, not as brightly and there were certain other features he brushed off as them belonging to another species he didn't know of.
But running along the lines of experimentation everything just seemed to click together like puzzle pieces.
Unfortunately, the butlers didn't offer him much information, so he had to set his sights on the other 'guests'. They didn't have much to say either, so he had to look elsewhere.
He couldn't talk to that despicable man called Vlad Masters, that would raise suspicion all to quickly if he asked certain questions, so.
He set his sights on the king, seated at a table with other ferrets dressed like nobles. If anyone were to know better than what was going on here, then it had to be one of them.
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Story Prompt 39
In a small town where quirky happenings were a norm, something peculiar was unfolding at the local dance studio. The rhythmic beats of the latest pop tunes echoed through the mirrored walls as a group of people gathered for their weekly dance class. Little did they know that this seemingly innocent gathering would soon take an unexpected turn.
As the dance instructor pumped up the volume, the participants began to groove, blissfully unaware of the impending chaos. Suddenly, a mysterious figure in a dark hoodie joined the class, blending seamlessly with the group. The energy in the room intensified as the group engaged in what seemed like an ordinary twerking session.
Amid the laughter and enthusiastic twerking, the atmosphere turned tense. The hooded figure, driven by an unknown motive, started twerking with an unusual intensity. The movements became sharper, more erratic, and the onlookers couldn't help but exchange puzzled glances.
One brave soul, sensing that something was amiss, approached the hooded dancer. "Hey, you okay there?" they asked, their curiosity tinged with concern.
Without uttering a word, the mysterious twerker abruptly stopped and locked eyes with the inquirer. A chilling silence enveloped the room, broken only by the distant thumping of the music.
Suddenly, the lights flickered, plunging the dance studio into darkness. In the ensuing chaos, a blood-curdling scream pierced through the air. As emergency lights flickered to life, the participants discovered the unthinkable – a member of their dance class lay lifeless on the floor.
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