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This is Zeke. I used to be awesome... then the internet happened.
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Dementor parkour
I leave my room and walk around the house. The air feels a tad more dangerous. I start talking to one of my house mates and inquire about Harold. I haven't seen him in a while, so I'm wondering if he's ok after what I last heard about him. While I'm heading towards a door on the right, I see him show up and walk around the far side of the room. I have to take in the appearance of this strange man walking inside my house. He looks completely different. He's shaven off his locs in a wild fashion and grown a Gandalf-shaming beard. [ Ok maybe not that intense, but it was impressive ]. I talk to him about how he's doing. Mid-conversation he starts chucking meat into an open door off to the left side of the room. After a few hefty chunks are thrown, a giant tiger leaps from behind some rocks and starts devouring the deeply saut茅ed meat. As soon as the tiger was leaping, I was already rushing towards my room where Frey was sleeping. I see Howard hasn't budged and simply continues to shave more meat and throw it into the room. A small moment later, we're deep in his explanation of what the Palworld is going on here. He goes on to tell me he wanted to catch a tiger. This "room" was a sort of open enclosure, where a door leads to a small nesting area embellished with rocks and plants. He somehow managed to catch this tiger with his bear hands and had it roped up next to the house. For whatever reason this female tiger had a cougar as a mate that laid next to her often. He continued to explain that eventually the cougar would loose interest in staying around his mate and trying to find a means to free her. As I loosely try to puzzle together how all this has a failed sense of morality, my mind shoots back towards Frey. Our door was open all night and so was the tiger's. I go to grab her and tell her we need to leave the house. As we leave in a hurry, the instant she leaves the door to our room, a dementor appears and tries to steal her soul. I recalled seeing one floating in the far corner earlier but never got around to asking anyone what the deal was. I yell at her to run as I try to fend it off somehow and before she can get to the door a black and green imp like creature dressed like a pilgrim shows up as well by the side of our path. I take half a second to consider the peculiarity around how I partially anticipated the little creature's arrival. I snap back to the situation at hand and join Frey in dashing out the front door.
Howard lived on the second floor of the house separated with a ladder so... no wonder he was so unbothered by all of this
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How did this adorable little nihilist make it into a kids movie? I don't care. I love Lumalee. 馃挋
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Coherence
I've always held such importance in efficiency. In some areas that seems silly, but looking at the aspect of a world with approximately 1 trillion in food waste and 267 billion in world hunger, it's gravely important.
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Rolling shadows under boundless stars
I'd moved out to a farm. The rocky landscape and starry sky showed me an elysian sight like no other. Under the vast, ink-black canvas of the night sky, a landscape unfurled in all its nocturnal splendor. Millions of stars glittered with an otherworldly brilliance, painting the heavens with their shimmering, cosmic glow.
The celestial tapestry overhead was a breathtaking mosaic of constellations, each dot of light telling a story of galaxies far, far away. Beneath this celestial masterpiece, the horizon stretched out, guided by billowing mysterious shadows. Amidst the undulating landscape, hills of grass swayed in the gentle night breeze, a sea of green and silver rippling like a living, breathing entity. In the moonlight, they seemed to glow, creating an ethereal, dreamlike aura. Nestled among the grassy hills, beautiful rocks lay perfectly placed as ancient sentinels of this lands history. Under the watchful gaze of millions of stars, the sight left me in a state of quiet enchantment, as I stared at the scene of timeless and unparalleled beauty.
I was picking rocks for some reason when a group of wolves came down the path near my house like a pack of werewolves on a morning run. They quickly caught scent of me and before I had time to remove my sack of rocks or assess the situation, they descended upon me. I was shooketh and didn't know what to do. There was a call of some sort in the distance and they all staggeringly left before I woke up.
I hope this wasn't inspired by wolfs run.
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