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This is not a top things to do in FW (plenty of posts if you search this sub), these are events specific to this week. There may be mistakes/things change so do your due diligence & search more info online. None of these events are vetted, they’re just copied & pasted.
Join the Fort Worth discord to connect w/other folks in FW, chat & check out different meet ups: https://discord.com/invite/9KUdWdQVdJ
[Tuesday June 6th]
Art Aid 4:30-6PM The Pool, 1801 8th Ave Free This seminar will offer real estate advice for artists looking to purchase, lease, sublet, or partner for a creative space.
Free Yoga Burnett Park 5:30PM
Silent Book Club Hotel Dryce 6:30PM
Trivia Game Night 7p Old Chicago Join us for great food, fun & PRIZES!
Murf’s Trivia J. Gilligan's Bar & Grill 7PM Triple Play Trivia
NoiseROT Presents: Strange and Eternal Tour (2023) w/ MYCHILDREN MYBRIDE The Rail Club Live 7PM $20+
Omar Torres Hyena’s Comedy Club Free 7PM
Geeks Who Drink Trivia Night T&P Tavern Free 7:30-9:30PM
Geeks Who Drink Trivia Night University Pub FW 8-10PM Free
Toad the Wet Sprocket Tannahill's Tavern & Music Hall 8PM $40+
[Wednesday June 7th]
Lunchtime Music Series in Burnett Park 12-1P Free
Indoor Vendor Market Rahr & Sons Brewing 5-9P enjoy 25+ local businesses to shop, live music, food trucks, snacks, sweets, acrylic paint pouring class
Ronda Ray at Fort Brewery & Pizza 6-9P
We Run Wednesday’s The trailhead at clearfork 6:30P
NoiseROT Presents: Victim of Suffering live at Haltom Theater Sidestage 7-11PM
Tall Bearded Guy Trivia Funky Picnic Brewery 7P
STFU Open MicJun 7, 8:00pm - 11:00pm Twilite Lounge FW check out the longest running comedy open mic in FW! Free jokes, drink specials & delicious po' boys! Hosted by Claws Out Comedy w/featured performer Marissa Nieto
Karaoke HopFusion Aleworks 8PM
[Thursday June 8th]
Fort Worth Movies That Matter Modern Art Museum 7-9:30PM Ernie & Joe: Crisis Cops (2019, 96 min., TV-MA) is an intimate portrait of two Texas police officers who are helping change the way police respond to mental health calls Movies That Matter is a FREE, bi-monthly film series that highlights important human & civil rights issues. Each event features a film screening, followed by a moderated discussion w/special guests. Register for free tickets on Eventbrite
Join us every second Thursday to connect with art through cocktails, conversations, & creativity The Carter 5-8PM
Beatles vs. Stones Ridglea Theater 6:30P Jam to a musical showdown $25+
Justin Tipton Fort Brewery Pizza 7PM
Greater Tuna Downtown Cowtown at the Isis June 8-10 8PM comedy show
Anand Wilder of Yeasayer The Post at River East 8P $25+
Midnight River Choir Live Rusty Nickel IceHouse 6PM $10+
Tribute Band Thursday: Local Yoakam Jun. 8 8 p.m. Fat Daddy’s, Mansfield Free live music, Happy Hour drink specials & $12 build-your-own jumbo pizzas
Evenings on Oak Street: Roanoke Austin Street Plaza 6:30PM After Party: Modern Dance Party Hits
Geeks Who Drink Trivia Night HopFusion Aleworks 8P
[Friday June 9th]
Friday on the Green, Magnolia Green Grab your lawn chair for live music from four local musicians 5-10P free
Kimbell Happy Hour 5-7P Kimbell Art Museum free music by Allegro Guitar Society
Dustin Massey w / Generational Wealth at Lola's Doors 8:00pm, Start 9:00pm
Brent Cobb Billy Bob's Texas 6PM $18+
Koe Wetzel Dickie’s Arena 6:30P $39
Kung Fu Vampire Black Heart Machine Tour Haltom Theater 7:30PM
Stockyards Championship Rodeo Cowtown Coliseum 7:30P free
Neon Wave Pool Party Whiskey Garden 8PM
Jimmy Wallace at Twilite Lounge FW 9PM-12AM No Cover
FWSO’s Concerts in the Garden Festival Gates open 6:30 p.m. start 8:30 p.m. Music of the 80s
Dustin Massey (Band) w/ Generational Wealth at Lola's Doors 8pm Show 9pm $10 advance tickets, $15 at the door
Tab Benoit Tannahill's Tavern & Music Hall 8P $40
REYES - Nuestra Fiesta Dedicada a la Realeza de la Música Latina Tulips FW 9P $15
[Saturday June 10th]
Drag Show & Brunch Pride Edition 11AM-2PM Funky Picnic Brewery Join Kiki w/the Kweens for our monthly drag show & brunch!
Glizzy Fest presented by Fletcher’s Original Corny Dogs Martin House Brewing 12-5pm Family Friendly, Live Music, Craft Vendors, & all the hot dogs/corn dogs you could dream of. Tickets $15 if drinking = 4 beers + souvenir pint glass. Those not drinking do not have to pay.
Arlington Pride Celebration the Levitt Pavilion Arlington 6-11pm (doors open at 5) ft. performances from RuPaul's Drag Race Queens Angeria Paris VanMichaels, Symone & Kennedy Davenport, DJ Al Farb & a host of other entertainment on stage along w/a street fair full of vendors
FWSO’s Concerts in the Garden Festival Gates open 6:30 p.m. start 8:30 p.m. Star Wars
Wandering Roots Market Tanger Outlets 15853 North Freeway Shop local pop-up, live music, vendors, food trucks + kid-friendly 10AM-4PM
Jim Suhler & Monkey Beat LIVE Ridglea Room 7PM $25+
Live Jazz Performance Feat. The Rob Holbert Group The Warehouse 8P
LOCALS ONLY VOL. 3 Whiskey Garden 8P
Fenne Lily + Christian Lee Hutson Tulips FW 8P $20+
Dope City Comedy Tour FW’s Hyena's Comedy Club Doors 8:30P
Guttersluts perform Alice in Chains Unplugged w/ Garrett Owen Twilite Lounge FW 9PM-12AM No Cover
Live music HopFusion 7PM
[Sunday June 11th]
Farmers Market 10AM-2PM Funky Picnic Brewery
Giddy Up Drag Brunch Concrete Cowboy FW 1-4PM
Monthly Book Club Funky Picnic Brewery 3-4P We will be focusing on outdoor & adventure-themed books, & every few months will include an outdoor activity prior to meeting to talk about the book! Will be discussing The Hatchet by Gary Paulsen
Matt Hillyer & Kayla Ray at The Post at River East 6-8P $20+
LanceBattalion at Fort Brewery 7-9PM

Just hit 1463 in VUDU. Hit me with lists. Have like 8 June Universal Codes.
New titles: 007: Daniel Craig 1,2,3 Movie Collection HD VUDU Big Lebowski, The 4K iTunes Dictator, The (Unsure if Unrated) HD VUDU Dictator, The (Unsure if Unrated) HD iTunes Hot Fuzz HD MA Hot Fuzz 4K iTunes How to Be a Latin Lover HD iTunes In the Heights (WB EXPIRES 9/30) 4K MA King Kong (Theatrical) 4K MA Lion King 1½ HD MA Lion King 1½ HD Google-Play Middle School: The Worst Years of My Life HD VUDU Middle School: The Worst Years of My Life HD iTunes Mulan (Animated) 4K MA Mulan (Animated) HD GP Night at the Museum 3: Secret of the Tomb 4K-iTunes/HD-MA Playing with Fire 4K iTunes Playing with Fire HD VUDU Raya and the Last Dragon HD GP Shaun of the Dead HD MA Shaun of the Dead 4K iTunes The World's End 4K iTunes Think Like a Man SD MA Yesterday 4K MA

Def	Movie Title (all codes split, no points)	Retailer	MA?
HD	007: Daniel Craig 1,2,3 Movie Collection	VUDU	No
HD	13 Hours	iTunes	No
HD	13 Hours	VUDU	No
HD	Aftermath	VUDU	No
HD	Age of Adaline	iTunes	No
4K	Aladdin (Live Action)	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
HD	Aladdin (Live Action)	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Aladdin (Live Action)	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Alexander and the Bad Day	Google-Play	Yes
4K	Alien: Covenant	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Alien: Covenant	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
HD	All Eyez On Me	iTunes	No
HD	American Girl: Lea to the Rescue	iTunes	Yes
HD	American Made	MA	Yes
HD	Anchorman 2	iTunes	No
HD	Anchorman 2	iTunes	No
HD	Anchorman 2	VUDU	No
4K	Annihilation	iTunes	No
HD	Annihilation	VUDU	No
4K	Assassin's Creed	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Assassin's Creed	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Assassin's Creed	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
HD	Assassination Nation	MA	Yes
HD	Atomic Blonde	MA	Yes
4K	Avengers: Age of Ultron	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
HD	Avengers: Age of Ultron	Google-Play	Yes
4K	Avengers: Endgame	MA	Yes
HD	Avengers: Endgame	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Avengers: Endgame	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Avengers: Endgame	Google-Play	Yes
4K	Avengers: Infinity War	MA	Yes
HD	Avengers: Infinity War	Google-Play	Yes
4K	Back to the Future Trilogy	iTunes	Yes
HD	Back to the Future Trilogy	MA	Yes
HD	Bad Moms	iTunes	Yes
HD	Baggage Claim	MA	Yes
HD	Barbie in Princess Power	MA	Yes
4K	Baywatch	iTunes	No
4K	Baywatch	iTunes	No
HD	Beauty And The Beast (Live Action)	Google-Play	Yes
4K	Big Hero 6	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
HD	Big Hero 6	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Big Hero 6	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Big Hero 6	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Big Hero 6 (CANADA)	Google-Play	IDK
HD	Big Hero 6 (CANADA) (might be 4K iTunes?)	iTunes	IDK
4K	Big Lebowski, The	iTunes	Yes
4K	Black Panther	iTunes	Yes
4K	Black Panther	iTunes	Yes
4K	Black Panther	iTunes	Yes
HD	Black Panther	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Black Panther	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Black Panther	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Black Panther	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Black Panther	MA	Yes
HD	Black Panther	MA	Yes
HD	Black Panther	MA	Yes
HD	Black Panther	MA	Yes
HD	Black Widow	MA	Yes
HD	BOO! A Madea Halloween	iTunes/VUDU	No
4K	Book Club	iTunes	No
HD	Boss Baby	MA	Yes
4K	Bourne Legacy	iTunes	Yes
SD	Brave	iTunes	Yes
SD	Broken City	iTunes	Yes
4K	Bumblebee	iTunes	No
4K	Bumblebee	iTunes	No
HD	Captain Underpants	MA	Yes
HD	Captain Underpants (Australia)	Google-Play	IDK
HD	Cars 3	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Chappie	MA	Yes
HD	Cinderella	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Coco	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Colombiana	MA	Yes
HD	Croods, The	MA	Yes
HD	Croods, The	MA	Yes
SD	Croods, The	iTunes	Yes
SD	Croods, The	iTunes	Yes
HD	Darkest Hour (2017)	MA	Yes
HD	Dead in Tombstone (Unrated)	MA	Yes
4K	Deadpool	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Deadpool	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Deadpool	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Deadpool	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Deadpool	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Deadpool	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Deadpool	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Deadpool	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Deadpool	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
HD	Deadpool 2	MA	Yes
HD	Deadpool 2	MA	Yes
HD	Deliver Us From Evil (2014)	MA	Yes
HD	Den of Thieves	iTunes	No
SD	Despicable Me	iTunes	Yes
4K	Despicable Me 3	iTunes	Yes
4K	Despicable Me 3	iTunes	Yes
HD	Despicable Me 3	MA	Yes
HD	Diary of a Wimpy Kid 3: Dog Days	MA	Yes
SD	Diary of a Wimpy Kid 3: Dog Days	iTunes	Yes
SD	Diary of a Wimpy Kid 3: Dog Days	iTunes	Yes
HD	Dictator, The (Unsure if Unrated)	VUDU	No
HD	Dictator, The (Unsure if Unrated)	iTunes	No
SD	Die Hard 5: A Good Day To Die Hard (Ext)	iTunes	Yes
HD	Disneynature: Bears	Google-Play	Yes
4K	Divergent	iTunes	No
HD	Divergent	VUDU	No
4K	Divergent: Allegiant	iTunes	No
HD	Divergent: Allegiant	VUDU	No
HD	Divergent: Insurgent	VUDU	No
HD	Django Unchained	VUDU	No
HD	Dr. Seuss' The Lorax	iTunes	Yes
HD	Dr. Seuss' The Lorax	MA	Yes
HD	Dracula Untold	MA	Yes
4K	Dracula Untold	iTunes	Yes
HD	Edward Scissorhands	MA	Yes
HD	Edward Scissorhands	MA	Yes
4K	Ender's Game	ITunes	No
4K	Ender's Game	ITunes	No
4K	Escape Plan	iTunes	No
4K	Escape Plan	ITunes	No
HD	Escape Plan	VUDU	No
4K	Expendables 3 (Theatrical)	iTunes	No
HD	Expendables 3 (Unrated)	iTunes	No
HD	Fault In Our Stars	MA	Yes
HD	Fifty Shades 1,2,3 (UR+Theatrical) 6 Titles	MA	Yes
HD	Fifty Shades 1(UR), 2(UR), 3(Theat.)	MA	Yes
4K	Finding Dory	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Finding Dory	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Finding Dory	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Finding Dory	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Finding Dory	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Finding Dory	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Finding Dory	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Finding Dory	iTunes	Yes
HD	Finding Dory	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Finding Dory	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Finding Dory	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Finding Dory	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Finding Dory	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Finding Dory	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Finding Dory	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Finding Dory	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Finding Dory	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Flight	iTunes	No
HD	Fox and the Hound 2	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Frozen	MA	Yes
4K	Frozen	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
HD	Frozen	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Frozen	Google-Play	Yes
4K	Furious 7	iTunes	Yes
HD	Gambler, The	iTunes	No
4K	Ghost in the Shell (2017 Live Action)	iTunes	No
HD	Ghost Team One	iTunes	No
HD	Ghostbusters (2016) Theatrical+Extended	MA	Yes
HD	Ghostbusters (2016) Theatrical+Extended	MA	Yes
HD	Ghostbusters (2016) Theatrical+Extended	MA	Yes
HD	Ghostbusters & Ghostbusters 2	MA	Yes
HD	Girls Trip	iTunes	Yes
HD	Good Dinosaur	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Grey, The	MA	Yes
HD	Grey, The	iTunes	Yes
HD	Grey, The	iTunes	Yes
HD	Guardians of the Galaxy	MA	Yes
4K	Guardians of the Galaxy	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Guardians of the Galaxy	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
HD	Guardians of the Galaxy	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Guardians of the Galaxy	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Guardians of the Galaxy	Google-Play	Yes
4K	Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
HD	Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Guilt Trip, The	iTunes	No
HD	Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters (Unrated)	iTunes	No
HD	Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters (Unrated)	iTunes	No
HD	Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters (Unrated)	VUDU	No
HD	Hardcore Henry	iTunes	Yes
HD	Hardcore Henry	iTunes	Yes
HD	Hateful Eight (DOESN'T PORT TO MA)	VUDU	No
HD	Hateful Eight, The	VUDU	No
HD	Heat, The	MA	Yes
HD	Heat, The	MA	Yes
HD	Heat, The	MA	Yes
SD	Heat, The	iTunes	Yes
SD	Heat, The	iTunes	Yes
SD	Heat, The	iTunes	Yes
HD	Heat, The	iTunes	Yes
HD	Hereditary	VUDU	No
HD	Hobbs & Shaw	MA	Yes
HD	Homefront	iTunes	Yes
HD	Hop	MA	Yes
HD	Hop	iTunes	Yes
4K	Hot Fuzz	iTunes	Yes
HD	Hot Fuzz	MA	Yes
HD	How to Be a Latin Lover	iTunes	No
4K	Hunger Games 1	iTunes	No
HD	Hunger Games 1	VUDU	No
4K	Hunger Games 2: Catching Fire	iTunes	No
HD	Hunger Games 2: Catching Fire	VUDU	No
4K	Hunger Games 3: Mockingjay Part 1	iTunes	No
4K	Hunger Games 3: Mockingjay Part 1	VUDU	No
4K	Hunger Games 4: Mockingjay Part 2	iTunes	No
HD	Hunger Games 4: Mockingjay Part 2	VUDU	No
SD	Ice Age Dawn of the Dinosaurs	iTunes	Yes
4K	In the Heights (WB EXPIRES 9/30)	MA	Yes
HD	Incredibles 2	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Inferno (2016)	MA	Yes
4K	Inside Out	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Inside Out	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
HD	Inside Out	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Inside Out	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Inside Out	Google-Play	Yes
4K	Interstellar	iTunes	No
4K	Interstellar	iTunes	No
4K	Interstellar	iTunes	No
HD	Interstellar	VUDU	No
HD	Into the Woods	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Into the Woods	MA	Yes
HD	Into the Woods	MA	Yes
HD	Into the Woods	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Iron Man 3	Google-Play	Yes
4K	Jack Reacher	iTunes	No
4K	Jack Reacher	iTunes	No
HD	Jack Reacher	VUDU	No
HD	Jackass 3	VUDU	No
HD	Jarhead 2: Field of Fire (Not sure if theat. or UR)	iTunes	Yes
HD	Jason Bourne	MA	Yes
4K	John Wick	iTunes	No
4K	John Wick	iTunes	No
4K	John Wick	VUDU	No
HD	John Wick	VUDU	No
4K	John Wick (SD VUDU)	4K-iTunes/SD-VUDU	No
4K	John Wick: Chapter 2	iTunes	No
4K	John Wick: Chapter 2	VUDU	No
4K	John Wick: Chapter 3	4K-iTunes/HD-VUDU	No
HD	Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle	MA	Yes
HD	Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle	MA	Yes
HD	Jurassic Park	MA	Yes
HD	Jurassic Park	MA	Yes
4K	Jurassic Park	iTunes	Yes
4K	Jurassic Park	iTunes	Yes
4K	Jurassic Park	ITunes	Yes
4K	Jurassic Park 2: Lost World	iTunes	Yes
HD	Jurassic Park 2: Lost World	MA	Yes
4K	Jurassic World	iTunes	Yes
HD	Jurassic World	MA	Yes
HD	Jurassic World	MA	Yes
HD	Jurassic World	MA	Yes
HD	Jurassic World	MA	Yes
HD	Jurassic World	MA	Yes
HD	Jurassic World	MA	Yes
HD	Jurassic World	MA	Yes
HD	Jurassic World	MA	Yes
HD	Jurassic World	MA	Yes
4K	Jurassic World	iTunes	Yes
4K	Jurassic World	iTunes	Yes
4K	Jurassic World	iTunes	Yes
4K	Jurassic World	iTunes	Yes
4K	Jurassic World	iTunes	Yes
4K	Jurassic World	iTunes	Yes
4K	Jurassic World	iTunes	Yes
4K	Jurassic World	iTunes	Yes
4K	King Kong (2005) (Theatrical)	MA	Yes
4K	Kingsman 1: The Secret Service	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
HD	Last Stand, The	iTunes	No
SD	Last Stand, The (may give HD?)	VUDU	No
4K	Last Witch Hunter	iTunes	No
4K	Legend of Hercules	iTunes	No
HD	Les Miserables	iTunes	Yes
HD	Lion King (1994)	Google-Play	Yes
4K	Lion King (Live Action)	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
HD	Lion King (Live Action)	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Lion King (Live Action)	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Lion King 1½	MA	Yes
HD	Lion King 1½	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Little Mermaid	Google-Play	Yes
4K	Logan	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Logan	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
HD	Lone Survivor	MA	Yes
HD	Luca	Google-Play	Yes
4K	Lucy	iTunes	Yes
4K	Lucy	iTunes	Yes
4K	Lucy	iTunes	Yes
HD	Lucy	MA	Yes
HD	Lucy	MA	Yes
HD	Lucy	MA	Yes
HD	Lucy	MA	Yes
SD	Machete	iTunes	Yes
SD	Machete	iTunes	Yes
SD	Machete	iTunes	Yes
SD	Machete	iTunes	Yes
HD	Maleficent	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Mamma Mia ! 2-Movie Collection	MA	Yes
HD	Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Middle School: The Worst Years of My Life	iTunes	No
HD	Middle School: The Worst Years of My Life	VUDU	No
HD	Minions	MA	Yes
HD	Minions	MA	Yes
HD	Minions	MA	Yes
HD	Minions	MA	Yes
4K	Minions	iTunes	Yes
4K	Minions	iTunes	Yes
4K	Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
HD	Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Mission Impossible: Fallout	iTunes	No
HD	Mission Impossible: Fallout	VUDU	No
4K	Moana	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Moana	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
HD	Moana	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Moana	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Moana	Google-Play	Yes
4K	Monster Trucks	iTunes	No
4K	Monster Trucks	iTunes	No
HD	Monster Trucks	VUDU	No
HD	Mr. Peabody and Sherman	MA	Yes
HD	Mr. Peabody and Sherman	MA	Yes
HD	Mr. Peabody and Sherman	MA	Yes
4K	Mulan (Animated)	MA	Yes
HD	Mulan (Animated)	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Mulan (Live Action)	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Neighbors	iTunes	Yes
4K/HD	Night at the Museum 1(HD),2(HD),3(4KiT)	MA/MA/4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Night at the Museum 3: Secret of the Tomb	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
4K	Night at the Museum 3: Secret of the Tomb	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
HD	Noah	iTunes	No
HD	Norm of the North	iTunes	No
HD	Norm of the North	iTunes	No
HD	Norm of the North	VUDU	No
4K	Now You See Me	iTunes	No
4K	Oblivion	iTunes	Yes
4K	Oblivion	iTunes	Yes
4K	Office Christmas Party	iTunes	No
HD	Once Upon a Time in Hollywood	MA	Yes
HD	Open Road	MA	Yes
SD	Oranges, The	iTunes	Yes
HD	Other Woman, The	MA	Yes
HD	Overdrive	iTunes	No
4K	Overlord	iTunes	No
HD	Overlord	VUDU	No
HD	Paranormal Activity 4 (Extended?)	iTunes	No
HD	Paranorman	iTunes	Yes**
HD	Paranorman	iTunes	Yes**
HD	Paranorman	iTunes	Yes**
SD	Parental Guidance	iTunes	Yes
SD	Parental Guidance	iTunes	Yes
4K	Peanuts Movie	4K-iTunes/HD-MA	Yes
SD	Percy Jackson Sea of Monsters	iTunes	Yes
4K	Pet Sematary (2019)	iTunes	No
4K	Pet Sematary (2019)	iTunes	No
HD	Pete's Dragon	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Pirate Fairy	Google-Play	Yes
4K	Pitch Perfect 1	iTunes	Yes
HD	Pitch Perfect 1	MA	Yes
HD	Pitch Perfect 1	MA	Yes
HD	Pitch Perfect 1	MA	Yes
HD	Pitch Perfect 2	MA	Yes
HD	Pitch Perfect 2	MA	Yes
HD	Pitch Perfect 2	MA	Yes
4K	Pitch Perfect 2	iTunes	Yes
4K	Pitch Perfect 2	iTunes	Yes
4K	Pitch Perfect 2	iTunes	Yes
HD	Planes	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Planes	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Planes	MA	Yes
HD	Planes	MA	Yes
HD	Planes	MA	Yes
HD	Planes	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Planes	Google-Play	Yes
4K	Playing with Fire	iTunes	No
4K	Playing with Fire	iTunes	No
HD	Playing with Fire	VUDU	No
HD	Predator, The (2018)	MA	Yes
SD	Predators	iTunes	Yes
HD	Prometheus	MA	Yes
HD	Quantum of Solace	VUDU	No
4K	Raya and the Last Dragon	MA	Yes
HD	Raya and the Last Dragon	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Raya and the Last Dragon	Google-Play	Yes
4K	Red 2	iTunes	No
4K	Red 2	iTunes	No
HD	Red 2	VUDU	No
SD	Red 2	VUDU	No
HD	Red Dawn	iTunes	No
HD	Resident Evil: Retribution	MA	Yes
HD	Resident Evil: Retribution	MA	Yes
HD	Riddick	iTunes	Yes
HD	Rio	MA	Yes
HD	Robocop (2014)	VUDU	No
HD	Robocop (2014)	VUDU	No
HD	Ron's Gone Wrong	Google-Play	Yes
HD	Russell Madness	MA	Yes
HD	Safe House	iTunes	Yes
4K	Secret Life of Pets	iTunes	Yes
4K	Secret Life of Pets	iTunes	Yes
4K	Secret Life of Pets	iTunes	Yes
4K	Secret Life of Pets	iTunes	Yes
HD	Secret Life of Pets	MA	Yes
HD	Secret Life of Pets	MA	Yes
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ML: Xie WeiFL: Jiang XueningHe requests extra class time with her, alone, for guqin (stringed instrument) lessons following her horrible performance during regular class time.From Chapter 54

Looking at Xie Wei's eyes once more, and seeing his gaze focused on the scar on her wrist, brings her inexplicable fear. Afraid that his reaching hands will come into contact, she abruptly gets up.
Clang!
She had been sitting in front of the guqin table. Her sudden rise causes a clash with the table, and entanglement with the chair behind her. The table flips as she herself stumbles backwards with a shriek.
Xie Wei reaches out immediately...
His green robes' large sleeves, as if having caught the wind, floats across Jiang Xuening's eyes.
And then...
...he securely catches and cradles the treasured guqin.
The guqin table comes crashing down, the chair falls over, and Jiang Xuening falls on her behind onto a thick silk carpet. Hurts a little, and eyes a bit hazy.
The guqin safely rests on Xie Wei's palms.
He stands with the guqin in his arms, and looks at her.
Silence.
Xie Wei: "..."
Something does not feel right.
Jiang Xuening: "..."
No, there is nothing wrong.

(I am just venting about a unique situation I suppose. I was wondering if anyone else feels the way I do. FOR CONTEXT: I grew up in a low socioeconomic and rural town that primarily specialized in deep fried southern food and cotton fields. This meant that, in typical manner of small town America, no one ever really leaves. My mom, dad, aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents all attended the same high school as me. One of my childhood friend’s grandmother was the person who signed off on my parents’ marriage license. (I did not know that fact until my mom showed me their old marriage certificate several years later and I saw the familiar looking last name of said friend.) Most townsfolk married someone from their high school class, my parents being no exception. Some even had the same teachers or principals as me. The demographics of my version of small town America was composed mostly of what my teenage self would refer to as “hick rednecks'' and “military jackasses.” (I was mostly referring to the two sides of my family: dad’s side being hick rednecks and mom’s side being military jackasses.) Overall, my hometown was an interesting mix of people ranging from God-fearing Baptists and self-proclaimed “country bumpkins”. There were lots of speeches about hell and brimstone during my childhood.
I’m not sure how to sum up my experience growing up Chinese American. Up until I was an adult, I rarely bothered to share the truth about my adoption. Mostly due to feeling exhausted from having to repeat the same stories to people again and again:
“China had an overpopulation problem in the 1900s. As a knee jerk reaction, the deeply conventional and patriarchal government implemented the One Child Policy. Basically, if parents had more than one kid, they would be heavily taxed and ostracized. Now, if said second child was a girl, they’d be in some hot shit. In Chinese culture, usually it is the son that takes care of their elderly parents while the daughter is married off and becomes part of her new family of in-laws. Being born a girl was seen as an inconvenience as their culture historically coveted males. This often led to Chinese baby girls to be left for dead in trash cans, taken by the government, or even killed. Having a second daughter was seen as a betrayal to the Chinese regime and for some reason warranted infanticide. Well, I’m obviously a girl who survived what essentially was a mass slaughter. Probably the second born daughter which was extra hot shit for my biological parents. They wanted better for me (maybe), so I was put up for adoption. I hung out in a Chinese orphanage for about half a year until two random white people decided to adopt me. They brought me back to America, and the rest is history. No, I have no memories as I was a literal baby. No, I do not know who my birth parents are since adoption was conducted anonymously since putting a child up for adoption was also considered treason. And personally, just my opinion, it’s a little fucked that the government is slightly more approving of murdering babies for something completely out of their control instead of putting them up for adoption.” Or something along those lines…
I was adopted by my mom and dad, but primarily raised by a single mom for most of my childhood. I guess my peers just assumed when they saw my mom, that my dad happened to be Asian which is where I must have gotten my “exotic” genes. My childhood was also very abusive (from all sides of my family). Although I do have love for my family somewhere buried under the deep-seeded resentment, I no longer have a relationship with any of them besides of few of my distant cousins. This is mostly for my own safety/peace of mind because my relatives tend to influence me very negatively.
My earliest childhood memories involved a lot of weird and invasive questions I would hear from adults and peers alike regarding my ethnicity. Well that, and a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach that I would later identify as “survivor’s guilt” as an adult. Logically speaking, I have no reason to feel guilty for being alive, but I do. It would occur any time some adult friend of my parents would gush about how “lucky” I was to be adopted. I suppose luck had some part in my survival, but I didn’t expect people to be tone deaf enough to tell that to a little kid already struggling to come to grips with her cultural identity.
The snarky part of my brain would parody their comments:
“Oh, how these two altruistic white saviors decided to welcome a child as their own despite having no blood ties whatsoever.” Which, in part, is true. My parents did a very selfless thing. They were not able to conceive a baby of their own and they chose me out of the millions of parentless babies in the world. I think the damaging part is the underlying implications about how these nice people could have had any child and yet they settled for a baby no one wanted. My family would refer to my miracle of survival as “God’s plan.” They would talk about how God perfectly orchestrated my early life tragedies so I could be rescued from an awful life with those “evil communists.” I have nothing personal against religion nor people who truly believe in the G man upstairs. My beef comes from how this perspective is very centered on the adopters instead of the adoptees. Yes, it is BOTH our stories, but I often feel like adoptees' voices and feelings of uncertainty are often drowned out by a chorus of “you’re so lucky” and “why do you feel like that? You’re so ungrateful.” Also, I was a healthy baby girl born with no neurological or physical deficiencies. I definitely had much better odds than other babies at being adopted during the One Child Reign. Hearing these implications from people who do not understand nor want to understand the complexity of the adoptee’s experience fed into my survivor guilt and feelings of inadequacy. The adoption progress does involve a loss for the adoptee: a loss of culture, identity, and familial ties. I feel like adoption, specifically international adoption, is highly idealized and romanticized. Although I never told my mom, there was a part of me deep down that felt like a second-rate baby. Mostly because I knew how it would make her sad to know that somewhere in my little kid brain, I didn’t think that I would truly be wanted if my mom’s fertility situation went differently.
I would often describe the state of Texas as “that really annoying, overly-friendly hick cousin that comes to every holiday and gets completely sloshed out of their mind and drunkenly brags about their mediocre accomplishments” to people who would ask me to describe Texas. But for all the Texan pride and arrogance about our current Lone Star State, I suppose I could see its appeal. Living in rural Texas is a familiar, humble, and stable experience. My hometown was relatively safe. I could walk to my childhood friends’ houses after school just a few blocks away from my own house without much fear. Most people waved and smiled at each other in passing. (Looking back through adult lenses, I’m not sure how much of it was genuine.) Most townsfolk could fill their relatively uneventful lives with the downtown gossip of families going through some type of soap opera behind closed doors. And despite living in a small town, the schools were large enough to where we could participate in varsity sports seasonally. The rare minority of people who actually did have the courage to leave eventually moved back to start a family because “there’s no place like good ole home!”
The monotony is what partially induced my pubescent angst and desire to someday escape the only place I’ve ever known. That, and the fact that the things you could do for entertainment in small town USA was close to none. The drawback of only living in one town your entire life is limited world experiences. The safety net of someone’s childhood confinements has the potential to induce complacency confused with comfort. How could you ever expand your worldview when you’re hanging out with the same people with the same ideals again and again?
The Asian population in my hometown was close to nonexistent as well. In my high school graduating class, there was one other Asian kid that attended school as me. When my school’s standardized testing scores would be released, the performance metrics were broken down by how well each ethnic group of students did. Since there were only two Asian kids in my grade level, it would be pretty obvious if one of us failed. (Luckily, neither one of us did.) And of course, my peers encouraged both of us to date since “we’d be, like, SO perfect for each other! We’d get married and have little genius Asian babies!”
The feeling of being “othered” or “different” had always been present throughout my childhood. As a kid, the complexity of prejudices eluded me in my naivety, but the uncomfortable feeling of my peers hyperfocusing on my almond-shaped eyes, my flat nose, my stick straight black hair, and any other features felt like they were screaming, “ASIAN!” very loudly. A part of me felt some sort of unspoken alliance between me and my Hispanic friends. It was as if to some degree, they understood what it was like to have your whole personhood categorized by the color of your skin. Sadly, a large portion of my family was uncomfortable with the presence of anyone of Hispanic descent, and I'd often be forced to come up with excuses for my friends of color to not come over in fear of my traditionally southern family making an off-the-cuff comment about how "Mexicans are dirty, poor, and thuggy criminals." Their political diatribes, usually involving immigration, were the popular conversation starters during family get-togethers. My family was very much the type of people that would preach out being a good, godly man/woman while snickering about non-White people's "oddities." Talking about how Jesus loves all and then whispers sanctimoniously about a low-income Hispanic family on the opposite side of the room.
"Oh, GOD BLESS their hearts!"
I doubt those families needed my family's pity.
My mom's sister once texted me after I returned a stray dog to their rightful owner,
"I need to know their race so I can determine their education levels. If they're Mexican, it makes sense why they didn't pay you for rescuing their dog. Mexicans are always looking for the cheap way out."
They were Hispanic, and they were very thankful for the return of their dog. I didn't understand why a decent deed automatically required me to be compensated nor how their racial background tied into their obligation to compensate me.
I snarky replied, "What does their ethnic background have anything to do with how they should act?"
To which she responded, "Calm down. I can practically hear you getting huffy with me from your text. Don't get mad at me! I told you that those Mexicans are always coming to our country and expecting us to learn THEIR language while they refuse to learn English! Plus, when you're my age and all your tax dollars go into keeping lazy illegals afloat, you'll understand why I'm not willing to let some freeloading Mexicans take advantage of my niece."
I no longer talk to that aunt.
My dad's (now current) wife also got very sloshed at the last Christmas event I attended and ranted very loudly about how "the Bible said that evil yellow people like (me) would bring the end of the world and second coming of Jesus to end our sinful tyranny" in front of my entire family with my dad awkwardly ignoring her xenophobic remarks.
It also did not help that in elementary school, some of my classmates would see me and bow to me while one boy would pretend to bang a gong as soon as I entered the classroom and snicker while singing, “CHING, CHONG, CHINKY!” Or how during snack breaks, my peers would pop up to ask me questions like, “do you know karate,” or, “can you speak Chinese to me, " or “ew, don’t tell me you’re gonna eat my dog. He’s a really cute puppy!”
As evasive and uncomfortable these comments could get, I felt like they were fairly innocuous and were asked out of a mix of childhood ignorance and genuine curiosity. I think the part that bothered me the most was having some of my classmates point out how “weird” my eyes looked while placing their fingers at the corners of their eyes and stretching them outwards and loudly proclaiming, “LOOK, NOW I’M CHINESE TOO!!! I LOOK JUST LIKE YOU!” But the absolute worst feeling would be when someone would mention how I look nothing like my very obviously white mom or dad.
“How could they be your parents when you don’t even look like them?”
To which I had a carefully crafted answer my mom would help me rehearse beforehand: “Oh, yeah, I’m adopted from China. Not all families look the same.”
And the retort back would usually be, “Do you miss your real parents?”
Do I?
I ponder that question to this day.
It feels uncomfortable to have people refer to my sperm and egg donors as my “real parents.” My adoptive parents felt very real to me because they were all I knew.
I don’t think I fit the concept of the model minority. I did not come out of the womb as one of those “wiz kids” playing the piano like Mozart, doing linear algebra before I was verbal, and eating dogs for breakfast. My experience as being an Asian American and labeled as the “good minority” has been a weird space to be in. As much as I partially appreciated being known as the “successful, smart, culturally assimilated” race of people, a part of me felt bitter at the notion that all my successes in life might be attributed to my ethnicity. When I would express my discontent with these labels, I would often get reprimanded as ungrateful.
“Don’t you want to be smart?”
“What’s so bad about being Asian? It’s a compliment!”
“Are you embarrassed to be Asian?”
“And you’re basically guaranteed a spot in medical school to become a doctor.”
“The guys are obsessed with you because of your exotic genes!”
(Pro tip for anyone, but especially for my fellow marginalized members: if someone calls you “exotic,” run.)
The answers to these questions usually go, “yes, nothing, no, what, and ew.”
Yes, I do want to be smart. I hope that my cognitive abilities will help me contribute something positive to society one day.
Nothing is wrong with being Asian or whatever you are. It just feels very uncomfortable to hear about an entire group of people as if they’re all the same.
No. I have never and will never be embarrassed of what I am.
What? Why do you assume I automatically want to become a doctor?
Ew, exotic? I don’t even want to reply to that comment.
I wish that I had the vocabulary at the time to respond like that. Instead, I would awkwardly laugh at their comment and say something along the lines of, “haaaa, I don’t know any other Asians. If you run into them, you’ll have to ask them.”
When you would hear about brilliant minds in history such as Albert Einstein or Stephen Hawking, most wouldn't say, “Oh well, it’s because they’re white. All those white genetics are what keep them so hard-working and successful.” Instead, as a demographic that is adequately represented in society, Einstein and Hawking and so many other white men had their accomplishments acknowledged as their own individualistic brilliance. An experience I so desperately wanted. So what if I was good or bad at math? I want to be called smart because I am smart. Not because I have some God-given wiz genes that have prophesied my successes from my first primordial cell. Or what if I was terrible at math? I don’t want to be labeled as a “bad” or “fake” Asian. I don’t want to be categorized as one of those “innocent, submissive Asian girls that would make a proper wife one day.” I just want to exist in my own space as my own person. Whoever I ended up becoming.
(Does anyone have negative experiences from adoption? I would love to know because the rare fellow adoptees I have met have very different (positive) experiences than myself.)

Hello everyone! About a week ago, I just got the sweetest, most mellow little 3 month old Maltipoo named Chloe. I’ve been taking her to get her vaccinations (rabies vaccine next Friday yay!), I’m meeting with a dog boarder tomorrow so I can establish a relationship with someone in case no one in my family can take care of her, and on top of at-home training (she’s so receptive and smart) I’ve found a reputable training school nearby and next month we’ll be going to obedience and behavior classes! We even almost have a relatively consistent schedule.
…Y’all. The anxiety is through the roof. The vet said everything was “very normal” with her but when she sleeps I find myself checking if she’s still breathing. She pooped an hour later than usual.. is she sick? She napped longer today, is she dying? Am I raising a well-mannered dog? I need to have to her meet more dogs soon, I need to introduce her to more people. She’s just chilling there in her crate not sleeping. Is she sad? Does she feel like I’m imprisoning her? She peed here again? Dang it, how did I not spot her? Oh my god we only have like 10-15 years together? How do I give her a good life?
My sister is on summer break next week and my boyfriend is moving in with us soon. I’ll get even more help. Please ease my mind. The puppy blues are incredibly real.

Our rough collie female who is 5 years old (we have had her since she was a puppy), has always had some level of anxiety when encountering new things/"scary" things - think flags/awnings, high pitched barks from schnauzers etc. She is our first rough collie and when people said how "sensitive" the breed was I did not totally understood what that meant. However, I do think she is unusually so even for the breed. That said she did go to classes with us for the first 2 years of her life. Additionally, I do quite a bit with her to mentally stimulate her with puzzles/hide & seek games with treats/toys and as a bonus we work from home.
Exercise wise my partner takes her in the mornings for a 1.5 mile off leash walk in a nearby park which is dog friendly, but not a dog park. Then, in the evenings I take her around our (not so urban, think actual small town/village with mostly quiet streets) neighborhood or again to another place where she can be off leash or at least on a longer lead on a hike. I would say she gets 4-5 on leash walks a week the others may be off leash or on a longer lead.
This leads me to now - in the evenings when I do take her out, I have her on an easy walker harness as her neck is so long & skinny. The harness helps with her pulling, and I do redirect her when she does pull by doing the old trick of stopping and turning around and then walking forward again. It helps for a little bit, then right back to pulling. Since we had a time change, and it is lighter for longer on our evening walks she is spooked by any little thing she sees/hears in the neighborhood. For instance someone taking a something out of their trunk spooks her. A kid talking up the street scares her (head up, ears perked and pulling begins). If she realizes we are turning towards home she will start pulling. Additionally any sound that remotely sounds like a "pop" terrifies her and gets her teeth chattering. In which case we sit (if it was just a one or two time thing) and wait, usually this calms her down if it doesn't - home we go.
To be honest, this has made walking her terrible. I don't look forward to it, and I have begun again with high value treats on walks & when she notices something scary I "yes" her, and give a treat. It does seem to help, but I am wondering what our options are. She is a very very good dog otherwise, super sweet/funny and well behaved inside. Offleash, she responds very well to commands and is a reliable dog.
I would like to take her to rally, which we have not done but I don't know how she would do with the unusual space/newness (she very much dislikes going into any "box" stores like Petsmart/etc - hence we don't now). Otherwise I am thinking of re-enrolling her in classes or working with a trainer who offers board & train with several weeks of classes afterwards working with us & her. Bottom line, we love our dog - we want her to be happy and are willing to work through it & spend a bit of money if that helps too.
The other thought is, is my partner taking her off leash elsewhere too often? Are the neighborhood walks too infrequent for her to be used to the noises?
Thanks all!

Hello everyone! About a week ago, I just got the sweetest, most mellow little 3 month old Maltipoo named Chloe. I’ve been taking her to get her vaccinations (rabies vaccine next Friday yay!), I’m meeting with a dog boarder tomorrow so I can establish a relationship with someone in case no one in my family can take care of her, and on top of at-home training (she’s so receptive and smart) I’ve found a reputable training school nearby and next month we’ll be going to obedience and behavior classes! We even almost have a relatively consistent schedule.
…Y’all. The anxiety is through the roof. The vet said everything was “very normal” with her but when she sleeps I find myself checking if she’s still breathing. She pooped an hour later than usual.. is she sick? She napped longer today, is she dying? Am I raising a well-mannered dog? I need to have to her meet more dogs soon, I need to introduce her to more people. She’s just chilling there in her crate not sleeping. Is she sad? Does she feel like I’m imprisoning her? She peed here again? Dang it, how did I not spot her? Oh my god we only have like 10-15 years together? How do I give her a good life?
My sister is on summer break next week and my boyfriend is moving in with us soon. I’ll get even more help. Please ease my mind. The puppy blues is incredibly real.

In 1965 I was twelve years old.
My father made the news for killing my mother. He was certain that she had been cheating on him while he was at work, but I don’t see how that was even possible. My mom and I never got any sleep, for my father worked third shift and he would call home every chance he got. If she didn’t answer, she would get punished when he got home. One morning he took it too far. I was already at school when my neighbor came and picked me up during math class. He told me that my father was in jail and that my mother was about to die. There was no subtlety in those days, no sugar-coating the truth. You swallowed it down whole and raw.
I was at my mother’s side when she finally breathed her last. Her face was unrecognizable, swathed in bruises and lacerations. She was unconscious. There were no last words, no ‘I Love You’, no response to my wailing, nothing but a few last gasps of air.
The ‘best interest of the child’ was an alien principle to the inhabitants of the small town I grew up in. Convenience- that’s what mattered. The easiest place to put me was with my grandfather, the father of my father, and there wasn’t much difference between the two. The genetic code that instills in another human being a lack of empathy was prevalent on this side of my family. I had to endure my grandfather blaming my mother for her own death.
“She brought it on herself. If she would have just minded her manners,” he would often say. If it wasn’t that, it was something else derogatory about my mother. There was a snide remark every day. He would throw it in my face. He hated me because I looked less like his son, and more like my mother. With some strange morbid logic applied, I believe he also blamed me. If it wasn’t for me, his son would not be in jail.
I hated the man and I felt that one day it was going to get violent. I may have only been twelve, but Sarge, as he made me call him, was in his eighties and I could have easily pounded the man into oblivion if I really wanted to, and of course, I really wanted to. Sarge- why? Because he said he was a Sergeant in World War I, but I didn’t believe it. I never saw any evidence of that nor seen any photos. If he had been in the Great War, wouldn’t there be something hanging on the wall or on his fireplace mantle? No, he was a liar like my father, wrapped up in a make-believe world, far from the truth of his pitiful reality.
I spent as little time as possible in that house. Most of my days were spent down the road on Mr. Baker’s property, hunting small game like rabbits, dove, and squirrels with my 22-caliber rifle. Mr. Baker was a nice man and I wished I could have lived with him. He didn’t mind me hunting on his land, as long as I stayed away from the forest on the other side of his property. He claimed that there was something not right in those woods. Often, his dog Dolly, a Golden Retriever with an inexhaustible amount of energy, would accompany me on my hunting excursions.
I often came home empty-handed, but there were those days where I became obsessed. I couldn’t leave the field without a quarry, but more importantly, I didn’t want to go back home to that hateful old man. Sometimes, I imagined he was in my sights, that he was the hunted, and I the hunter.
Dolly was not an obedient dog. On some occasions I loved having her around to flush out the underbrush. Other times, she was a colossal pain. I would hunt up to the fence line that split Mr. Baker’s property from the much-maligned forbidden forest he often warned me against. One late afternoon, with nothing shot or killed, I got desperate, and climbed over the barbed-wire fence and trekked down the hill to a patch of bamboo growing by a small dried out streambed. I crossed over to a thick forest of trees, grass, and honeysuckle, abuzz with life, the sounds of insects slicing the air and rodents plowing through the undergrowth. I knew I had found the perfect spot. I spied a little rabbit gnawing on some clover. I slowly pulled my gun up, aiming, ready to shoot, and then Dolly came crashing through like a bulldozer through a flowerbed. The rabbit scurried away, but kept its course straight. I made a hasty, but careful pursuit, trying to be quick but ready to stop and hold still when the opportunity presented itself.
“Damn dog,” I murmured to myself.
“Damn dog,” something ahead repeated.
“Who’s there?” I inquired.
There was nothing but silence. Dolly had stopped about ten feet east from me, refusing to move any further. It seemed darker than normal in this area of the woods. Up ahead was a circle of Juniper trees, and beyond that a glade, an opening in the middle, devoid of life.
The rabbit I was pursuing appeared near the glade. Instinctively I begin to resume my hunt, absorbed in the moment, casually brushing aside the voice I had imagined. The rabbit stopped, I raised my gun, and as I went to squeeze the trigger, I saw the rabbit move into the glade and fall to its side. It’s legs frantically kicking about, as if something had a hold of it and it was struggling for life. Then it stopped, lifeless and staring out of one exposed black eye into the darkness of eternity. I noticed that it wasn’t the only carcass lying about. There were birds, squirrels, and other rabbits strewn across the open landscape. Some skeletal, others partially rotted, and some, like my rabbit, fresh and recently deceased. The smell was thick with putrid, decaying corpses.
Dolly saw the easy prey, her passion overriding her instinct and fear, leapt into the glade and fell on her side, just as the rabbit had done. She began kicking and yelping. Her cries were pitiful, a sad song for help I couldn’t resist. She wasn’t dead yet. Maybe I still had a chance. I crawled up to the edge of the glade, reached in, and grabbed her by the paw. My hand felt icy and stiff, the blood flowing through the veins in my hand felt like powdered glass. I pulled with all my strength.
“Timmy?”
I looked up to see my mother standing in the middle of the glade, beautiful and young, not at all like I had ever seen her in my own young life. She was a teenager, with a wistful smile, and a visible yearning in her eyes, the vision of which spoke to my soul that she missed me, that she wanted me to come to her in the glade. I was ready and willing, leaning more towards her and loosening my grip on Dolly. I felt a comforting warmness in my stomach, and an urge to bring solace to my lonely forsaken mother.
At that very moment a deer sprinted into the glade and stumbled to the ground. Out of nowhere an apple tree had appeared, with fallen apples scattered in abundance around the trunk. It was a vision, a lure dangled by a hunter, a hunter other than me, one with a more mysterious and a much more effective weapon.
I came out of my daze and yanked as hard as I could, pulling Dolly and myself from the invisible web we were entangled in. A part of the earth in the glade opened up like a trap door, and pouncing out like a spider was a creature like a man, crawling on all fours, with two small claw-like appendages extending out from its torso. It had dark skin with standing hair all over its body, like a tarantula. Its face looked human, but with sharp teeth and four red gelatinous eyes.
It would stand like a human and then crawl like a spider. It seemed confused and moved in quick sporadic motions. There was more than enough meat to choose from, but from its gestures I gathered it favored living meat, with blood still circulating. It was looking at the deer, but inching towards me. It was deciding between the easy already provided food, or the much more tastier living food- me.
The creature was walking backwards. Every now and then it would quickly turn its head, peek, and make sure I was still there, all the while backing up towards me. I felt around for my rifle, found it and pulled it up to my shoulder. The creature turned, with outstretched arms and appendages, leapt towards me. I pulled the trigger. One red eye exploded and the creature shrieked and fell outside of the glade. It writhed in pain as if the air outside of the glade was toxic.
I got up and ran away from the glade, calling Dolly after me. She raced past me up the hill and under the barbed wire fence. I glanced back as I was running. I saw the earthen door fall shut. The creature had survived.
I didn’t go hunting, or even go outside, for a few months. I was willing to take the abuse of my grandfather. Many times, I imagined taking Sarge down to the glade and pushing him inside, but his time was already limited. I don’t know how he lived as long as he did, smoking three packs of cigarettes a day. It seems that stubborn evil folk live longer than the rest of us.
Over time temptation got the better of me. I eventually made my way back down to the glade. I missed my mother. It was a calculated risk. I had my gun and if I kept my distance, I would be safe. On several occasions I got to see the vision of my young mother, but in time they became shorter in duration. The creature knew I had figured out its game and would no longer reward me with anymore visions. On the next to the last visit there were no apparitions of my mother. I waited, but nothing. The earthen door lifted. I saw three red eyes peering from the ground.
“I will eat you one day damn dog.”
My last visit to that devilish grotto reveled that the creature had moved on. There was no glade, no empty land, nor an opening in the canopy. The spot was filled with invasive honeysuckle, thick with life and the pleasant aroma of flowers, and yet, it saddened me, because the most beautiful flower of all was gone. Amidst the violence and death, was the forlorn life of my mother.
I am now seventy years old, decrepit and weak, without the use of my legs. Diabetes and heart disease are killing me, but there is another death nearby, one less indifferent and relishing the suffering I am now enduring. It is prolonging my passing, giving me agony and yet giving me hope. I know that the fiend has found me again. The air feels suffocating in my room. The more my heart pumps, the more the circulating blood causes me agonizing pain. I suffer, but I endure because for the last several nights I have seen an apparition of my mother, the dying flower in the middle of the glade.

Hey there, readers! Here's chapter five for your reading pleasure! Please consider leaving a comment or review as those really do just pick me right up!
I've Been Reincarnated as a Bunny Girl?! (Chapter 5)
by
ShadowDragon88
A fine drizzle was coming down on the town of Starlight Rose. A familiar wolf-kin beasta in red robes that appeared to be shimmering despite the cloudy gloom of the day was walking along the main road. In his right hand, he held a long polished oak staff, topped with a red glowing gemstone the size of his fist. In his left hand, held away from his body, was a tan leather satchel, the drawstring tied in a knot. It appeared full, and seemed to shudder and wriggle. Felixin smiled and nodded to passing villagers.
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"Hey there, Felixin," came the rumbling voice of Earl Shatterknuckle. The blonde dwarf, presently wearing just simple brown leather trousers, fell in step beside his taller friend. Felixin looked down at the dwarf, whose smaller frame was bulging with muscles, with blue and gold glowing tattoos tracing intricate spider-web-like symbols across his chest and arms, smiling back.
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"Good day to you, Earl," the wolf said. There was a spitting-chittering sound coming from the bag, making Felixin pause and frown before giving the satchel a good whack with his magical staff. "Quiet, you!" he hissed at it.
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"Caught yourself another evil spirit, eh?" Earl said with a smirk.
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"Oh yes, and this one was quite the nasty piece of work. I'm on my way back to my lab to properly dispose of it. I think it's from some destroyed remnant of Eld technology, one of the ones that gained sentience, or at least some spiritual semblance to it," Felixin said as he gave the bag another whack when it started to make some electronic beeping sounds.
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"Oh?" Earl asked, curious. "I remember more than once we had some nasty run-ins with Eld-tech back when we were adventurers."
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"I remember you and Melthi being the ones to turn the blasted machines on, both times when cautioned not to," Felixin said pointedly, making the dwarf chuckle.
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"What can I say? We're both curious by nature!"
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"Yes, that's one word for it," Felixin said with a smile, remembering his adventuring days and the party of friends he would regularly travel with. "Anyways. For some reason, about six years ago, they suddenly became much more prevalent. Thankfully, their numbers have been dropping back down over the years."
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"What makes you think this one is from Eld tech?"
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"It kept saying 'Does not compute!' over and over again, while also identifying some kind of rabbit threat." Felixin's mood seemed to shift and his ears laid back on his head, while his tail dipped, almost long enough to drag on the ground behind him. "And when it mentioned rabbits, it made me think of my little princess."
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Earl rolled his eyes as he reached up and clapped the town wizard on the back. "Ah, Kiana'll be back to visit before you know it."
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"I know... it's just, one minute she was this little delicate baby girl, and the next minute, she was this amazing young woman, all ready to up and go out."
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"Didn't Kiana kick down a couple of brick walls when she was a baby?" Earl asked, scratching his head. Felixin waved a dismissive paw at that.
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"Pure coincidences. Those walls were clearly unsound and improperly constructed, so much so that when she was having one of her tantrums just a little punch or kick was enough to send them tumbling down. We're lucky she wasn't hurt or scared, just confused and curious more than anything. Anyways, I just get so worried when I think of her, out there on the open road. Just so... vulnerable. Thankfully I made sure to instill in her a proper sense of caution." Earl snorted at that.
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Meanwhile...
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Kiana let out a roar of fury as her trusted tetsubo connected with the raised steel shield of the bandit before her. The metal dented and warped just as the bandit, shield and all, became airborne. They traveled in an arc straight towards a stone tower connected to an old run-down fort the bandits had holed up in. The screaming man smashed into the top of the tower, crumbling it, his screams instantly going silent.
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"Fire!" Kiana heard a deep voice shout. There were several blasts and, thanks to Kiana's speed, she watched as five cannonballs headed in her direction. To the ordinary person, the black metallic spheres were probably nearly impossible to follow. To Kiana, it looked as though they were moving incredibly slow. She simply stepped aside from four of them, letting them explode into the nearby hillside. As the fifth one hurtled her way, she crouched slightly, raising her tetsubo like a baseball bat. She swung and smacked the cannonball, her tetsubo making a loud DING, and sent it flying right back where it had come from. The two bandits manning the cannon were obliterated along with the weapon itself, as well as a good chunk of the fort wall.
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"She's some kind of demon!" one of the bandits cried. The man, really more of a boy, no older than Kiana, leapt down from the fort wall onto a carriage they had recently stolen from some traveling aristocrats. He then leapt onto the ground and sprinted out into the forest, stripping off the black cloak with the red eye in the center.
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"DAMMIT!" the bandit leader cursed, pulling off his tricorn hat and dabbing his bald sweaty head with a handkerchief. While the remaining men were busy barring the windows or reloading and firing the cannons, he was gnashing his teeth. After a moment's hesitation, he pointed to a nearby subordinate. "You! Follow me. We'll unleash the troll on her."
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The other bandit paled, audibly gulping. "Th-the troll? Are you sure th-that's wise?" Just as he finished asking that, another cannonball destroyed another cannon, making the entire structure shudder.
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"We don't have any other options. Hopefully, after it kills her, it'll be injured enough for us to finish it off... or the other way around if she kills it." The other bandit grimaced at the options laid before them, but nodded solemnly. Outside, Kiana smacked another cannonball back at the cannon that fired it, being careful not to send it flying towards the base of the tower. According to one of the kidnapped merchants that had managed to escape and make it all the way to town, the cells where the bandits were holding their ransom victims were all on the ground floor. Kiana stopped when she heard a loud guttural roar, followed by a rapid series of loud BOOMs. Bandits ran by the windows and open holes of the fort, while the front gate slowly opened.
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Out stumbled a massive creature. Its flesh was a dark brown, and had a texture not unlike tree bark. Its long arms and legs were thicker than the old oak trees in the forest near Starlight Rose. Its gnarled hands, with thick thorn-like protrusions sticking from the knuckles, balled into fists, fists that were as big as Kiana was tall. Its barrel-chest heaved, with white criss-crossing scars in its bark-flesh. It didn't have much in the way of a neck, and its head looked just like a tree stump, complete with root-like tendrils wriggling back and forth. It's mouth was partially concealed by the tendrils, until it reared back and opened its gaping maw, revealing rows of broken yellow teeth, to let out a bellow that shook the ground. From the top of its head grew two slightly spiraling branch-like horns.
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"These idiots somehow managed to get a forest troll?" Kiana asked out loud, a smirk appearing on her face. "And this was only a gold-ranked quest? Something tells me I'm in for a sweet bonus."
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The beast stopped as its knot-like eyes, of which there were at least seven, caught sight of the bunny girl. Up above from the second story windows and holes and from on the roof, the remaining bandits, many of them injured, looked down. Most were smirking, some of the more foolish ones shouted out taunts. The bandit leader stood there, looking grim-faced, but taking some satisfaction in knowing that despite their losses today, the annoying source of their problems was about to end, one way or another.
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Kiana stuck the end of her tetsubo into the dirt, large and surprisingly quick thudding steps shaking the ground. The beast was lumbering towards Kiana, who didn't look the least bit afraid. While not intelligent enough to be truly sentient, the troll did have enough sense to know that its prey should be running. And the fact that it was just calmly standing there, staring at it, only angered it further. With a final roar, the forest troll charged forward. It balled up a massive fist, and swung straight for Kiana. Kiana swung her own fist, the two colliding.
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There was a very loud, sickening crunch and pop. The bandits looked down in shock and horror as where the now screaming troll's fist and forearm had been, there was a bloody and jagged stump that ended just above the right elbow. The troll screeched and lunged at Kiana, hoping to impale her on its horns. But the bunny girl simply kicked, knocking the head clean off the rest of its body. The head bounced off a tree and rolled for a bit, settling in the dirt, a look of surprise on the stump-like face. The rest of the body tumbled over three times before coming to a rest near the make-shift stables, where the carriages and horses of the abducted nobles were kept. Kiana looked back up at the fort, making the majority of the bandits shrink back and shudder. A few of them began to wave white tablecloths hastily tied to sticks and tree branches.
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A short time later the bandits, now in shackles, were being marched to the mechanical cart as the local sheriff and his deputies led them. Except for the severely injured ones, who were shackled to stretchers and loaded up into a seperate mechanical carriage. Kiana looked on as bodies were checked for possible survivors, there being very few to find, as the merchants and a few nobles were led by deputies out from the fort. Kiana smiled at them and nodded to their looks of awe, some of them having gotten a good look at the show of force the petite bunny girl had demonstrated. Ignoring the ones who shrank back away from her in fright, Kiana spotted the sheriff, a large older man in his mid-fifties with salt and pepper close-cropped hair and a matching mustache. He was wearing the classic green cloak, directing his deputies. He turned to face her as she approached.
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"I think that's all cleared up," Kiana said, her voice chipper, belaying the fact she had a smattering of blood and gore staining her fur.
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"I'd have to agree with you, young lady," Sheriff Tonsol said, his voice even. In truth, he had tried to avoid enlisting the aid of any adventurers until pressure from various merchants and nobility forced his hand. And even then he had expected it to involve a large party and, more than likely, some lives lost from the hostages. He was a little surprised when the girl reached into her satchel to produce a clipboard with a form on it, as well as an ink pen.
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"In that case, would you mind signing this form indicating that I completed the job satisfactorily?" Tonsol looked at the form for a minute, and then his mouth curved upwards. He let out a chuckle and signed his name on the indicated line, writing in the date as well.
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"Satisfactorily is putting it lightly, miss," he said, handing the clipboard and pen back to the bunny girl. "I had no idea that they had a forest troll in their possession. I went ahead and bumped up the reward."
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"Oh wow, thank you, sir!" Kiana said, looking excited.
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Tonsol smiled, something his deputies claimed to be a rare sight to behold. "Well, you earned it. I'm just glad you were able to get them to surrender without harming any hostages. Well, without them harming any more than the ones they did last time someone came out here to free them."
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"I'm glad I could help!" Kiana said, bowing a little. "Now, I'm going to head back into town." She spread her arms wide and indicated to herself. "I'm really in need of a bath at this point."
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"If you don't mind waiting a minute, you can ride back to town with us. It's faster than walking."
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"Oh, thanks for the offer, but I'm good." Kiana waved, before jogging back to where she'd left her tetsubo and pack, Mirabelle coiled around it protectively. She grabbed the items up, quickly looking through the travel pack to make sure she still had everything, and nodded to herself, satisfied. She slipped the pack onto her back, then scooped her pet snake into her arms, and started to jog down the road in the direction of the town of Hengecliffe. Picking up speed, she rapidly became a blur, and in just a few seconds she was coming to a sliding stop in front of the town gates, startling a couple of bored-looking guards.
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She greeted them and let Mirabelle down before they let her inside. They stared at the snake with the big pink ribbon around its neck slithering obediently behind the bunny girl. She stopped off at the local guild hall to drop off the signed paperwork and collect her now even heftier reward. She noticed a few stares in her general direction, and some unhappy grumbling from some fellow adventurers, but otherwise no one said anything.
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Kiana then headed to the town inn where she still had a room for another night. Thankful again that this world had indoor plumbing, with hot water to boot, Kiana wasted no time in stripping off her gore-coated clothes, which she would wash in the laundry room down the hall, and enjoyed a nice steamy shower. She didn't have to worry about possible intruders, as Mirabelle sat coiled on the bed, ever vigilant.
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"Today was a good day," Kiana said, stepping out of the shower and drying herself off, a feat that took several minutes with a towel. This left her gray and white fur all fluffed-out, which led to her brushing it out. Kiana had grown accustomed to the care and maintenance of her fur, taking pride in keeping it clean. She then donned her underwear and a cream-colored sundress from her pack, carefully putting her dirty clothes in the laundry sack in her pack. She smiled and stroked Mirabelle's head, the snake letting out a contented purr-like hiss.
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"I'm going to go out and enjoy the rest of the afternoon in town. You stay here and guard the pack, okay?" she asked, slipping her mithril knuckles into her dress pockets, along with a small money pouch. Mirabelle hissed, thumping her tail on the bed in response, curling up tighter around Kiana's belongings.
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"Good girl," she praised, before heading out, locking the door behind herself for good measure. Kiana smiled as she stepped out onto the paved sidewalk, carriages passing by on the street. Hengecliffe was much larger than Starlight Rose, with paved streets and even streetlights. Centrally located in a region of plains, it served as a trading hub. Kiana walked along, noticing a few men and women looking her over. Some seemed to do so with distaste, more than likely not enjoying the sight of a beasta. But most seemed to be pleasant people observing a new face.
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"Well now, if my eyes are not deceiving me, it seems that an angel from the heavens has decided to grace us mere mortals with her presence." Kiana's ears twitched at the sound of the male voice. She paused and turned, looking down an alley, where a man leaning up against the side of a building stood, looking her over. He was wearing brown leather trousers, a white linen shirt, and a belt with a large buckle which, matching the large buckles on his boots, made him look a bit like a pirate. The goatee and the cutlass sheathed at his side were also not helping.
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"Hello, beautiful," he said, giving Kiana a wink. Kiana rolled her eyes, and moved to keep walking, only to find a squat bald man standing in her way, grinning sinisterly. Kiana checked behind herself and saw another man, a larger one with a completely shaved head, arms crossed with a club under one arm. "Now, how about we all go somewhere more... private," the pirate-looking moron asked, giving Kiana a smug wink.
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"Wow, you idiots have no idea just how badly you messed up," Kiana said, walking into the alley, the two guys following right behind her. The men chuckled. Passersby stopped when they heard three loud thuds coming from the alley, all of which made the nearby buildings shudder. They saw a bunny beasta girl walking out, brushing some dust off her sundress. She smiled and waved and continued on her way, leaving behind three broken figures. Two were lying in craters in the pavement of the alley, while the third, this one with a cutlass laying at his booted feet, was standing... his head laying all the way back in a hole in the brick wall right behind him.
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Later that evening...
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Kiana was sitting just outside the town walls on a hill, watching the stars come out. After sixteen years, it still mystified her to look up at the night sky, and not see any of the old constellations. She smiled as a shooting star streaked its way across the sky. Suddenly, Kiana felt a surge of energy just course through her. Her eyes faintly started to glow with the blue light, and she felt a strange pulsing in her chest. Looking around, she felt a strange magnetic pull coming from the south.
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Starting as a jog, Kiana soon found herself sprinting outright across the countryside. She ran, as a blur, following the pull, her eyes gradually glowing brighter and brighter, shining with the crackling blue energy. Then, she came to a stop. She stood at the foot of a mountain, itself part of a larger range. Looking up at the mass of rock and ice, she could see broiling clouds up over it, flashes of lightning briefly illuminating the rocky and snowy peaks. With one such flash, Kiana saw something move. Something big. Kiana's glowing eyes went wide.
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"Oh wooooooooow," she said, her jaw hanging open. There were rumbles as the giant coiled mass shifted. Several avalanches were caused by the serpentine body, buried under tons and tons of snow. At the very peak of the mountain, a gargantuan head rose.
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"Is that a giant... cobra?" Kiana asked under her breath. Indeed, that was what the creature that seemed to dwarf the Spire appeared to be. In the light of the lightning, she saw that its scales were a deep blue, almost purple. There were stripes running down its back, but they were glowing a bright bioluminescent blue. That same glow radiated from the creature's reptilian eyes, and the inside of its hood. The same glowing blue as Kiana's eyes.
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"What... are you?" Kiana asked, quietly.
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I can ask the same of you, little one, a deep female voice hissed in Kiana's head. She winced and looked around. She then looked back up at the creature, her veins flooded with adrenaline. There was another flash of lightning, and in that very instant, the creature's head was bent down low, right in front of her. Kiana almost jumped back, but stopped herself. As the snake-entity looked her over with an eye that was twice as tall as she was, Kiana felt a sense of calm overtake her.
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"Are you... a storm dragon? A real storm dragon?" Kiana asked, reaching out and touching the creature's cheek with her hand. It flicked out a blood red tongue, its mouth curling up a little at the corners.
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That is something that little ones like to call my kind, she said. Kiana figured right then and there that this was a female.
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"A monk said that... my spirit is like one of yours," Kiana said, breathlessly.
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Your soulsong feels similar to one of our kind, little one, she said, turning her head and gently nuzzling the top of Kiana's head, making her ears lay flat. The storm dragon's head was almost as large as the entirety of her hometown.
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"My... soulsong?" Kiana asked. The monk she had met hadn't said anything about them.
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The song of your innermost being. It stands out from the loud and noisy cacophony that happens when most little ones gather together in large groups. Yours is beautiful, and a little... fluttery. The dragon gave her a wink. She reared up and opened her mouth. Electricity danced between the dragon's fangs, before she shot out a sonic boom. The raging storm above abated, the clouds dispersing, leaving only a crystal clear night sky for miles and miles around. She then turned and looked down at Kiana. The bunny girl felt the storm dragon's gaze. She felt a radiating warmth coming from her. It reminded Kiana of her mother.
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It was so nice to meet you, little one. It was quite the pleasant surprise to awaken to. She let out a proud roar, and her body began to undulate. Sections of the mountain range began to crumble as large sections of mountain were crushed and smashed by the body slamming into them. The body of the dragon rose into the air, beginning to gracefully slither about. Levitating there, partially coiled, the sheer size of the storm dragon just boggled the bunny girl's mind.
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"Will I see you again?" Kiana asked, feeling a little sad. She had just met this beautiful and amazing being, and already they were leaving.
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Of course, little one, the mental voice in her mind chuckled warmly. I have listened to your beautiful soulsong, and I have shared my soulsong with you.
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"I... I don't understand what that means," Kiana said, confused.
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You will, little one, she said, you are still young, but my soulsong has resonated within you. When you stop and listen, it will become easier and easier to hear it. And thus, the bond has begun to form. In time, you shall understand. With a flick of the creature's tail, there was a flash of lightning that radiated from within the hood, and she was gone. Kiana stood there, her eyes readjusting to the dark.
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"This world is so awesome," she said, a smile on her face, as she began to job back towards town. She figured that if the town gates were closed and locked, she could just jump over the wall.
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Meanwhile...
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The lone figure stood in the dark, staring at where the great serpent had been levitating. They were sitting on a log in a small clearing, where they had set up camp. The individual in question was polishing their armor when a gray blur had shot right past them. And then, where it had been heading, the giant serpent, an actual storm dragon, arose. They sat there in stunned silence. They knew right then and there, that it had been a sign from the gods. As they unsheathed their katana, it began to thrum with magical energy, the blade becoming engulfed in bright purple flames.
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The light of the purple flames illuminated his green face, glinting off his polished tusks. "Soon, the war shall begin," said the orc, sheathing the blade and cutting off its purple light. The same purple light shone from his eyes.
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Name: Kiana
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Species: Beasta (Rabbit-Kin)
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Age: 16
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Skills: Sibling Wrangler, Babysitter, Puppy-Dog Eyes, Master Martial Arts, Brawling, Heavy Weapon Proficiency, Sarcasm Mastery, Eyerolling Mastery, Beast Taming Level 3
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Class: (Official) Master-Level Dragon Monk: Storm Dragon School, Storm Dragon Hatchling.
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Str: 141
Int: 12
Dex: 140
Cha: 12
Wis: 10
Con: 172
Languages: Common, Draconic
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Equipment: Adventurer's Pack, Steelwood Tetsubo, Mastercraft Mithril Knuckles (x2), Rope (25 Ft.), Canteen (Full), Road Rations, Spare Clothes, Bedroll, Health Potion (x2), Books (x3)
I really hope that you enjoyed the new chapter! Thank you for reading so far!
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Hey there everyone, I never know how to start these, so I am just going to jump right into it! My name is Austin, I am 30 years old and I live in Orlando, FL!
I am trying to find my person! I want to be able to create a safe emotional space for the two of us in the relationship and to be able to have so much fun together. From being vulnerable and open by talking about our feelings to silly and fun watching YouTube or sharing memes! I want to have a family and kids so if that isn’t for you no problem, it isn’t for everyone!
A quick breakdown of things I like:
Cooking
Video Games
TV/Anime/Movies
Going to the gym or Batting Cages (I used to play baseball)
Playing with my cat and dog (Licorice and Wade)
Playing my trumpet (recently started again from high school)
Music is a huge part of my life and always will be. If it could be considered a love language it would be my number one! I love sharing playlists or being excited to talk about artists we both love etc. My favorite genres would include (but are not limited to); Rock, Metal, EDM, Punk, Musicals. What are some of your favorites? Top 3 artists?
We are two humans spinning on this rock we call "Earth" looking for our person, don't waste your time nor mine with simple responses or not reading my post please. I cannot handle those that just respond with "Hey" and expect me to do the heavy lifting in conversation.
Here is me! https://imgur.com/a/fWbSRr4

Hey there everyone, I never know how to start these, so I am just going to jump right into it! My name is Austin, I am 30 years old and I live in Orlando, FL!
I am trying to find my person! I want to be able to create a safe emotional space for the two of us in the relationship and to be able to have so much fun together. From being vulnerable and open by talking about our feelings to silly and fun watching YouTube or sharing memes! I want to have a family and kids so if that isn’t for you no problem, it isn’t for everyone!
A quick breakdown of things I like:
Cooking
Video Games
TV/Anime/Movies
Going to the gym or Batting Cages (I used to play baseball)
Playing with my cat and dog (Licorice and Wade)
Playing my trumpet (recently started again from high school)
Music is a huge part of my life and always will be. If it could be considered a love language it would be my number one! I love sharing playlists or being excited to talk about artists we both love etc. My favorite genres would include (but are not limited to); Rock, Metal, EDM, Punk, Musicals. What are some of your favorites? Top 3 artists?
We are two humans spinning on this rock we call "Earth" looking for our person, don't waste your time nor mine with simple responses or not reading my post please. I cannot handle those that just respond with "Hey" and expect me to do the heavy lifting in conversation.
Here is me! https://imgur.com/a/fWbSRr4

I usely not a fan of venting i tend to hold it in and oh boi do i have alot to blow up about.....
Snice there no explainiton why life is sooooo so fucked up
Like why the hell is abuse is so over looked and when you're abused everyone thinks your gonna be f-ed up or do it to other...
Why the hell was i born into a family who would litterly collect children like bingo dobbers to bring in money and destory any connection with there parents when i wanted a kid....
But i'm boiled atm in a few other places more....
I had noting but a crappy life could i not be given one good thing to come by.... my ex stab me in the back hurting over that... that it been none stop bad roommates i just want to leave in peace.. afford to be able to eat and only have to clean up after myself... then i'm willing to help who ever and will do w.e needed of me..
But i given shit after shit in life.... after climbing up from living in a tent on the st because" family " flasely kicked me out over something that never happened... hell was not even thinkin that way then...
And my ex abused me from the time my family stopped now all i get is horrable roommate after horrable roommate when i just want enough money to afford food and say do what you want as long as it dose not effect me.... i'm fed up with life and living and stuggle to find a reason to keep going i really don't need all this..
Like what did i do to make my life hell from the start why must i suffer....
Dealing with a roommate now that spazzs everytime i asked them to clean up after a dog fully knowing there on border here and seemly pushing all the pain buttom for past with me being nice...... just to get disrespected none stop and now im the bad guy for taking it to the building after asking a month for it too stop... with a reply " oh i thought i could live happyly here and now i fucking have to move out w.e don't talk to me" i asked everyday for a month till it dryed to clean up after the dog... and now all pissy because i did what i said i'd end up doing so did you just plan to say screw his childhood turma i'm gonna keep living here?
Fact i'm still giving the full month on border after asking clean it up.. take him out he by the door.... he went bathroom by the door because he din't go out can you clean it? ...... it starting to dry and he still whineing to go number 2.... and it gose on and on non-stop..... everyday.....
Now you have 3 weeks because the landlord who suggested you knows now your dirty and do crack and meth etc. And it my fault as i went down over non-stop dog pee... i would of never went down and let you do all your poor choices you wanted as long as he dose not effect me... but when i can't eat from animal feces smell and childhood turma from it.... of crouse any sane person would lose it...i respect you and everything you do .....its you're life not mine.....
But simplily asking your dog pee by the door can you clean it up please should not lead to a 3 hour agurement where its left to sit and dry and get i,ll hurt myself, i'l have my mom or friends come over because your upsetting me....
..... i've been upset and even fighting crying i'm just asking to bloody clean up after your poor dog who whines to go out.....
Yet again i'm talked bad about though for wanting a clean place for my kid to one day come back too.. i'm the bad one for only giving respect well being dis-respected till i no longer could..
I'm the bad one because i spoke up and said something instead of being walked on again....
... why dose life bloody suck.... i'd be happy with just a set home and i would give everything else to other i just want a simple happy life where i can sit and draw and not be to depressed too.....
Then i could spend all my time trying to get others to smile and making other day instead of fighting not to cry everyday....
Where i can look in the mirror ....for longer then a second without feeling i'm looking at a failure....
But instead i have this.... born a freak, beaten emotionaless by family... kept from school so i spell like spaz (i can say that i was best friends with one and in the same class when i did get to go because i was so far behind) why must everyone i talk to abuse me in some way.... i really want to give up some times.

6-4-23
A lot has happened since the last time I did one of these so I'm sure I'm going to forget somethings. My dad's dog of 13 years being together past away 3 weeks ago. I'm slightly worried about him but he does seem to be ok right now.
My mom and step dad got a new dog and I'm hopeful that my dog and their dog will get along. If they won't then it'll have a bad outcome.
I've been on a date with 2 different women so far this year. One of them I thought there was a connection in our 2 dates but got ghosted (not surprised at this point lol). Then immediately went on 6 dates with a different women but I feel like I waited too long to become intimate and she found someone else. I think this is my fault but what annoyed me the most is "your a great guy and would make a girl very happy". I've heard this so many times I'm starting not to believe it. If I'm such a "great person" then why don't others see it?
I've been going to a lot of car shows and won a trophy in my class. I'm doing it more for the charity part but a trophy is always nice. On Memorial day weekend a veteran stopped by my car as I was putting stuff away and told me we had the same last name (we are defiantly not related). He then mentioned we should go out to eat and go fishing. I agreed in a non-serious manner. Then I started thinking about it more the more I thought how I can make a veterans day just by taking him out for lunch.
I'm going with a good friend tonight to the arcade. She wants to get me a magnet she got from the U.K. and it's a nice change of pace.
I've acknowledged seasonal depression but I've never had it before until last winter. Summer time is here and I'm feeling a little better but also still feel lonely most days.
I got new glasses in the first week of May. The guy said my head to too big my my old ones and it's bending the frames outwards resulting the glass becoming loose. So I got bigger ones and I'm enjoying the wider view of clarity. Also I bought some $80 shoes. They are the most expensive pair I've bought so let's hope they last.
I'm 100% going to drink this weekend.

She comes in at busy morning time w a complex breakfast and milkshake thing, puts it on the tiny desk area (which I’ve said she cannot do bc there are sensitive papers), then stands around eating (instead of helping me serve snack, settle kids, check in w parents, prep for next activity, finish chores she never did night before, etc )
She’s starred to always sweep up sensory materials instead of helping kids, and I’m the bad guy for suggesting to prioritize priority things.
She talks to the 3-5’s as if they were adorable dogs. “Oooohhhhh, come here my lil pumpkin! Can you go potties?” She riles them up, carries them around, and lets them drag her by the hand.
At lunch, she rummages through our snack cabinet and eats discarded kids food…and talks that dumb baby talk which leads to them dumping food if I go on break then. (Guess who ends up cleaning up?)
She walked outside in afternoon without attendance sheet. I chased after her to give her it, but she refused to use it and kept trying to count the kids as they were running around (we has kids picked up and kids added from another class!)
And…moments after I said you can’t do it that way, we realized we were missing a kid. I stayed late to help her find the kid but left a few extra chores for her (which she should do anyways esp bc I have to do thrm in mornings when I come in).
She seemed annoyed when I reminded her again to completely dump out water table.
I had to hide a white board I used for tracking bathroom bc she’d just draw dumb pictures for thr kids and ignore them.
She asks to leave the room for personal errands frequently, and looks miserable when I say she cannot.
She started off great but is going downhill…

She went on vacation and asked me and my sister to watch them and I have to be there in the morning apparently even though nobody told me a schedule until yesterday and my mom left Saturday. She sends her boyfriend to my house because she never comes her self, to drop off a copy of the house key. Except she never told me ahead of time and he left it outside of my door and my landlord took it thinking he left a key there. My landlord hasn’t brought it back cause he doesn’t care.
I get to the house today thinking I can get in with the basement key but mom and bf left the fence locked. I call my mom since she’s been blowing up my phone and tell her the fence is locked. She blames me for not having the other key. Tells me to call my sister who is already supposed to be coming there anyway. I tell her we have to make a copy and tell her where the nearest Walmart is. She says she has stuff to do so she’s not willing to go to THAT Walmart but she wants me to go with her to one far away that make me go with her to her house and back to my moms house.
This is all after she’s already told me how I’m a mean bully, selfish and rude as she usually does and this time it’s because I said I have class and I can’t spend my whole night doing that. But I guess it’s fine for her to get the things done she needs to get done? I usually just let her talk and walk away but today I stood up for myself because I’m starting to get fed up with her and my moms toxic behavior. Then my sister refused to leave her key so I can make a copy, even though that would be the rational thing to do.
So my mom calls me and starts bawling her eyes out and begs me to go meet my sister to make a copy because she doesn’t want cut her vacation short to “save the dogs” and lose thousands of dollars. I remind her that I told my sister to just simply leave the key so I could make a copy and be here in the morning, but my mom cuts me off and goes on about the dogs and how all I had to do was take care of them. I said that her and my sister were being abusive and she got so offended and said just please call your sister.
I’m so done.

Standing over the corpse of a recently dispatched privateer, she scanned her eyes over the battle unfolding in front of her. Despite the gloom, She could clearly make out that her men were outnumbered and unprepared for a straight fight. They had been planning to attack long after the sun had set, using their rowboats to sneak aboard the enemy ship and slit their throats while they slept. But they had been spotted and, understanding that capitulation was not an option, were now forced to fight for their lives.
Another man came at her, clumsily swinging a long curved blade in a brutal, if unskilled, downward strike. At the last second she sidestepped the blow and responded with an attack of her own, the man tried to pull his sword up to parry, but was too late as the ornate sabre opened a deep crimson line across his forearm. Bellowing a stream of curses, he attacked again with an enraged vigor. But his wound compounded by his lack of finesse meant that his strike again failed to land, and his attempts to continue the assault were thwarted by a savage thrust from his opponent. As she sank her sabre hilt-deep in his chest, determined to watch as the arrogance, as well as life, left his eyes, she found her eyes wandering. A flicker of something behind a pair of dueling seamen had distracted her, it had been a tiny movement that would have been imperceptible to most people over the frantic battling, but to her it gleamed like a dagger's point. She was trying to work out what it was when she was forcibly snapped out of her concentration by another adversary approaching her. She swiftly wrenched her sword out the man's chest and set about dealing with the newcomer. Despite the heavily armed pirate trying to kill her, she still couldn't focus on the fight. She kept seeing glimpses of something in the distance, some movements weaving in and out of the melee, mirroring the fighting sailors, or just swaying by the sides of the ship. They looked barely real, nearly invisible in the low light and their outline was impossible to discern. A powerful slash that bit deep into her reinforced overcoat reminded her that she had more pressing matters to attend to. She moved backwards with a series of frantic parrys until she had enough breathing room to release an attack herself. She aimed a thrust at her assailant's thigh, determined to stagger him before finishing him off. But this man was more experienced than the last by far and he easily battered the strike away, regardless it had drawn his attention for long enough for her to draw one of her pistols and shoot him in the chest. She quickly checked around her to make sure that there was no immediate threat before looking back at the rest of the fight and quickly becoming enthralled by the spectres again. They looked more real now, as if empowered by the bloodshed around them and she could somewhat make out their shape. They were faint around the edges, and looked almost human, yet their movements seemed anything but. They deftly slid through the carnage, avoiding blades with comical ease. No strikes even came close to hitting them. And bullets always seemed to have been fired away from them. Some of them carried weapons of their own, swinging them in wide arcs that seemed aimed at the fighters around them but somehow managed to cut only empty air. Despite this no one took any notice of them and kept fighting as hard as they had been before, in fact, as she looked closer at the combatants, they appeared to be fighting even harder than before, the several minutes of nonstop fighting having no effect on their stamina.
She watched as one of her men was cut down in front of her, his shirt in tatters and his stomach a mess of gore, yet still he fought on, dragging himself towards his enemy with an animalistic gleam in his eye before a heavy blade swung down and decapitated him. She stepped forwards to take his place but was immediately forced on the retreat by the person who killed him. It was a mountain of a man, with teeth filed down to points and with limbs slightly too long for his body. His upper arm had a huge chunk taken out of it by his previous assailant, and a hole had been blown through his leg by a pistol shot. Yet despite wounds that should fell any man, he pressed on, fighting with unrelenting savagery. She drew her dagger, and even though she had twice as many good arms as him, she could barely keep up with his attacks. He seemed inhumanly strong and she could tell that her odds of survival were low. A powerful blow knocked her backwards causing her foot to skid on some accumulated gore and sending her toppling backwards onto the deck. A desperate parry prevented her immediate demise but left her chest wide open to attack, and with not enough strength left to defend herself she realised her fate. The man towered over her seemingly even taller than he had once been, and raised his blade for the coup de grace. As she stared up at her soon-to-be killer, she could swear that she could hear something, music like, a slow melody, barely audible above the clanging metal and black powder discharges. But it was irrelevant, she was about to die and there was no point in thinking about music that may or may not exist.
Suddenly a taloned hand burst from the man's chest tearing upwards until his entire torso was rent in two. The man fell forwards, dead long before he hit the deck beside her. She pushed her body upwards, trying to see who had killed the man. But as soon as her eyes lay upon the creature in front of her, she immediately regretted it. It was tall, inhumanly so, with long sinuous limbs and a mouth full of fangs, its skin was pale and riddled with open and barely closed wounds. But more disturbing still were its clothes. While the thing wore little more than ragged, bloodsoaked cloth, she could still make out the regalia signifying that it was a member of her crew, and she recognised the battered cutlass it held in its oversized claws. The music was much louder now, and impossible to ignore, the off-kilter jig was pounding in her head and still getting louder and faster, beating rhythmically in time with the movements of the whirling spectres. They were even more real now, shining against the dark backdrop of the night sky. She finally could see them for what they were.
Men, women, soldiers and outlaws, people of all creeds and classes were moving on the deck, united by blank stares from unmoving eyes. They were starting to attract the attention of the other creatures now, and were forced to duck and weave ever faster through the onslaught. A woman ran past her, nimbly avoiding the huge sweeping claws that were trying desperately to rip her apart, the woman was in terrible shape, wracked with injuries with huge pieces torn from her arms and torso, and one leg ending halfway up in a ragged stump. Despite this, she was moving with inhuman grace, almost appearing to be playing with the creature. Upon a closer look, all the spectres seemed in similar condition, with grievous wounds that were all but ignored by the wearer. Their movements as well were synchronised, pulsing and spinning to the beat of the ever quickening music, as if the battle was some elaborate dance. A stark contrast to the animalistic savagery of the things chasing them. One of said things caught sight of her and charged on all fours, knocking other creatures aside in the desperation of an easy kill. It howled as it ran, the sound was abhorrent, and pierced through the music reverberating inside her head causing her vision to blur. As the creature approached her, the howling grew louder, even as it closed its mouth, she couldn't rid herself of the noise. It was all she could think about. She didn't see the thing reach her, her vision darkening and conscious fading long before it had a chance kill her.
She was on a boat, and she was alone, that much she could tell. She looked around, the boat seemed to stretch infinitely away from her in all but one direction. She looked back off the side, staring into the inky black sea, it was much darker than usual, and as she looked closer, she realised that there was no water at all, just an empty void. She felt a presence behind her and turned back to the endless decking and masts. They were changed now, twisted and gnarled, with broken planks jutting out like teeth, no, they were teeth. Huge contorting mouths and ravenous maws were opening up along the decking towards her, carried by an soothing melody. She was almost caught as she sat there, enthralled by the music as ropes and tendrils of splintered wood snaked their way towards her. A sudden pain in her leg as a tendril latched on snapped her out of her trance. Frantically, she drew a pistol and fired it into the wood, breaking its assault for long enough for her to throw herself off the side of the ship, and into the abyss.
"Come on you dogs, form a proper firing line!" she shouted as she opened the creature's throat
"Or do I have to show you the meaning of discipline!" A spray of arterial gore from the thing's neck soaked her sleeve as she punched it in the skull with her sabres hilt.
"Watch where you're brandishing that goblet! , I know you lack restraint when it comes to drinking but if you could at least try to get some in your mouth instead of throwing it over the guests it would be much appreciated"
She drew a third pistol and put a shot between an approaching ghouls eyes.
"Fifty lashes to any man who steps out of line!"
A wild sweep from her sabre disembowelled the creature.
"Twenty five percent? Don't waste my time with ludicrous offers like that, I'll take no less than forty"
Another pistol shot put the thing down permanently.
"First rank forward, fire, kneel, reload! Second rank forward, fire, kneel, reload! How many times do I have to go through this?"
She stabbed her dagger into a third ghouls bestial eye. They were surrounding her now, her sudden burst of stamina was starting to wear off and fatigue was beginning to set in. As she brought her sword up for another strike, she caught a glimpse of its hand, and the ornate ring upon it.
"Thief! Thief! He stole my wedding ring! Guards, arrest him!"
She plunged her dagger into the creature's chest down to the hilt, several times over, once she was sure it was dead, she looked lovingly at the identical ring upon her own finger.
"I could have been a baker, with hands like these"
A claw dug into her shoulder, and she spun to face her attacker.
"Oh you certainly are funny sir!" she choked in between bursts of hysterical laughter.
"If only all the Lords at this place had as quick a wit as you!" She kept laughing even as her sabre was battered aside, as the talons sank into her chest, as she was torn in half by the beast before her, and as the last light left her eyes.
The tavern was full to bursting with rowdy drunkards and revelry, he made his way to his usual seat, moving quickly to avoid the patrons and piles of vomit, but as he sat down and prepared to drown his sorrows, he noticed someone in front of him. She was a woman, with long straggly hair, matted with blood, she wore a ragged, bloodstained overcoat, with each tear revealing a horrific mass of wounds. She had the remains of a brace of pistols draped across her chest, a single solitary flintlock was tied there, more for the principle of it than for any practical purpose, as the barrel was dented and the mechanism almost completely broken off. One of her arms looked ruined, with many cuts down to the bone, but still somehow clutching the remains of a sabre hilt. Her other arm was outstretched towards him, palm upwards. None of her injuries were bleeding, and all appeared to be covered by some barely visible membrane, even the torn patches of her clothes seemed fixed with a thin glassy material, that despite its nature held no reflections. Even more horrific was her face though, not the wounds, although they were impressive, but her cold dead eyes that stared blankly over his shoulder. As he looked, he noticed what was left of her lips start to move. She spoke uncharacteristically for a walking corpse, her speech was even more unsettling than her appearance.
"Excuse me," she said in a voice more smooth and intoxicating than any liquor money could buy.
"Would you care for a dance?"

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The Uncompromising Blissful Extravagance of His Presence! Inbox
By CMM.World CMMTheology.org - November 10, 2022
Dear Mighty One,
I see the Lord's eye upon us we discover by revelation the 'new thing' He is doing in our lives and of those of us who, beyond the present darkness, gaze into His eyes. The 'tuning fork' of Yahweh is orchestrating the sons and daughters of our living God in growing holy remnant unity to withstand as we stand with Him fearlessly in the boldness of the faith of God in this hour. Egypt is behind us, and the covenantal promises and prophetic words we have received (1 Tim. 1:18) empower us by His Holy Spirit to advance in warfare, humbly growing in the spirit of wisdom and revelation.

Yesterday as I encouraged some friends, I said, 'stay in the blissful extravagance of His presence.' Today I saw in Psalm 34 His eyes are upon us in vs. 8 & 9 and v:15 about the 'uncompromisingly righteous.' We are to be holy as He is holy. That leaves no room for any more compromise or seeking to please man or the traditions of men, being free of the fear of man, the religious spirit, and any demonic activity. We are seated in heavenly places with Christ Jesus. Lord, help us understand by revelation to walk in all the authority we have been given by Jesus Christ.
Psalm 34:8-9 'O taste and see that the Lord [our God] is good! Blessed (happy, fortunate, to be envied) is the man who trusts and takes refuge in Him. O fear the Lord, you His saints [revere and worship Him]! For there is no want to those who truly revere and worship Him with godly fear.'
v. 15 'The eyes of the Lord are toward the [uncompromisingly] righteous and His ears are open to their cry.'
Chuck Pierce shared this amazing word from Penny Jackson that is right on for this season: https://christsmandate.blogspot.com/2022/11/chuck-pierce-shares-powerful-word-from.html
May YOUR November be full of Thanksgiving and Praise for you and yours as YOU enjoy The Uncompromising Blissful Extravagance of His Presence!
Thank you for praying for CMM and all your fellow CMM Global Family worldwide. Pray for all the missionaries, schools, and students in CMM College of Theology in the US, Ecuador, Canada, Cuba, Myanmar, Nigeria, and Thailand.
Pray for the new wells and the living water and safe water recently drilled or soon to be drilled in Tanzania, India, Malawi, and Pakistan.
Pray for our upcoming Christmas gift campaigns to bless children and youth in many nations. Many of them are precious, beautiful children (orphans). As the Lord leads, pray about giving any amount to bless dear CMM children this Christmas. https://cmmworld.kindful.com/
Pray for each other, dear friends. We all know we each need prayers going up to Heaven for all those on the front lines. We each are on the front lines!
Please pray for me as I speak tomorrow online to a crusade with 8,000 expected to attend in Pakistan. In December, I will speak at conferences in Liberia and Kenya with fellow CMM Ordained ministers Robert Bimba (Liberia), Tom Omukhobero, and Daniel and Christine Oyoko (Kenya).
We are working on plans and trips for 2023. If you would like to have some of our awesome CMM family speakers for a conference in your area or would like to join or lead a missions trip, we would love to hook you up with dear friends in many nations.
Please join me in welcoming Dr. Louis Blom of Judea Harvest as Associate Director of Missions at CMM. This strategic alliance multiplies the efforts and impact in building the Kingdom of our God, for His glory. https://youtu.be/HXfP8tCySRc

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Hello! I wanted to post our experience with putting our puppy on flouextine (Prozac). In short, it was a total lifesaver and we have a much happier dog!
Background

• We adopted "Toast" when he was 4 months old. According to his DNA results, he is mostly pitbull, cattle dog, and lab.
• Toast is a very sweet, gentle dog. He loves meeting people and is great with kids. When off-leash, he also enjoys playing with other dogs.
• We've done a ton of training with him and it shows! He's very well-behaved and our trainer even remarked he could compete in obedience.
• BUT from the day we got him, Toast has been leash-reactive to dogs and fearful of new experiences. Once he hit adolescence, his reactivity exploded. If we saw a dog at any distance on a walk, he had a complete meltdown. He also became very on edge in our house, and it became difficult for him to relax. It was like he was constantly listening for monsters.
• On a personal note, this experience has been emotionally taxing and I've had several good cries over it.

Experience with Medication

• At 10 months, we talked to our vet and started him on flouexetine. He's been taking it for two months.
• The only side effect was increased whining during the first week. This faded after a few days.
• Within a week, we began seeing changes. Within 3 weeks, the difference was amazing.
• Toast is significantly more relaxed and happier. He's reacting a LOT less, is able to recover from reactivity within seconds (before it could take several minutes to calm down), he's napping more, and is able to approach items/places that used to scare him.
• While Toast is still reactive towards dogs on-leash, we are making progress! Before 100+ ft was our threshold. Now it's closer to 15 ft, and he rarely goes over threshold.
• Walks are more enjoyable! He's happy and relaxed enough to sniff and explore now.

TLDR Little puppy, big emotions. Started Prozac. Happy life!

Hi! So with in the next year or so I'm looking to get a dog as a companion!I know that it takes a lot research and stuff but I am trying to get idea of what breeds would be good for me to have as companion.
1) Will this be your first dog? If not, what experience do you have owning/training dogs?
This is my first dog that I have personally owned. I have lived with family members that have had dogs that I had to help take care of ex: feeding, walking ,cleaning up after
2) Do you have a preference for rescuing a dog vs. going through reputable breeder?
I would rather go through a reputable breeder but I'm not totally opposedto rescuing a dog.
3) Describe your ideal dog.
Preferably low shedding , a dog that enjoys playing but also is able to chill . I also want it to be somewhat cuddly
4) What breeds or types of dogs are you interested in and why? Poodles- the different sizes and they don't shed a lot Schnauzer - different sizes and they don't shed alot
5) What sorts of things would you like to train your dog to do?
I honestly would train the dog in the basic obedience and maybe some fun tricks
6) Do you want to compete with your dog in a sport (e.g. agility, obedience, rally) or use your dog for a form of work (e.g. hunting, herding, livestock guarding)? If so, how much experience do you have with this work/sport?
Probably not. Care Commitments
7) How long do you want to devote to training, playing with, or otherwise interacting with your dog each day? I get off work in the mid afternoon so I would interacting the rest of afternoon and evening. And mornings before work
8) How long can you exercise your dog each day, on average? What sorts of exercise are you planning to give your dog regularly and does that include using a dog park?
9) How much regular brushing are you willing to do? Are you open to trimming hair, cleaning ears, or doing other grooming at home? If not, would you be willing to pay a professional to do it regularly?
I am willing to brush and some the other grooming. I'd do pretty frequent brushing if its required for the breed.For what grooming I'm unable to by myself I am willing to hire someone
Personal Preferences
10) What size dog are you looking for?
I prefer a medium size dog
11) How much shedding, barking, and slobber can you handle?
Preferrably Low shedding, preferably not a ton of barking as my mom wfh and is on the phone for her job. And I'm okay with slobber
12) How important is being able to let your dog off-leash in an unfenced area?
I would really like to be able to do so since I don't have a fenced yard and I don't want to have to worry about my dog wandering off while playing
Dog Personality and Behavior
13) Do you want a snuggly dog or one that prefers some personal space?
I want a dog that can kinda do both. For example I want dog that is snuggly but isn't that way 24/7.
14) Would you prefer a dog that wants to do its own thing or one that’s more eager-to-please?
This is one of those questions I'm not 100% sure how to answer because I would like to have a dog that is eager-to-please but I would like it to be chill and be able to do its own thing
15) How would you prefer your dog to respond to someone knocking on the door or entering your yard? How would you prefer your dog to greet strangers or visitors?
I would want the dog be friendly toward strangers l, but not overly friendly I guess idk. And for people knocking at the door maybe a dog that barks a few times but not like constant barking until the door is open
16) Are you willing to manage a dog that is aggressive to other dogs?
No, unfortunately I would like to have a dog that will be able to play with my brother's dog and my friends' dogs.
17) Are there any other behaviors you can’t deal with or want ? One that's not aggressive towards kids Or any aggressive behavior really
Lifestyle
18) How often and how long will the dog be left alone?
So I work and 8 hr day at office but my mom wfh 4 days a week and she is willing to take the dog out potty on some of her breaks as per our agreement if I get a dog.
19) What are the dog-related preferences of other people in the house and what will be their involvement in caring for the dog?
I am the owner and will be the one taking 99% of the needs of the dog. But my mom is willing to take the thw potty when I'm at work/not home. She just wants one that's good with kids and not mean.
20) Do you have other pets or are you planning on having other pets? What breed or type of animal are they?
Well I have two fish tanks one in the corner of yhe living room and one in my bedroom
21) Will the dog be interacting with children regularly?
Yes the dog will be. It'll be interacting with nieces and nephew the youngest being 5
22) Do you rent or plan to rent in the future? If applicable, what breed or weight restrictions are on your current lease?
I currently don't rent but there is a chance I might be renting in the near future.
23) What city or country do you live in and are you aware of any laws banning certain breeds?
I am not aware of any breed specific laws in the state I live in
24) What is the average temperature of a typical summer and winter day where you live?
Winters are around 30°F and during the summer it tends to be 70/80° F