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Hello there!
I’m in search for the girl I can get excited about talking to. The one who every time her text pops up, I smile. The one who I think about all day and can’t wait to talk to after a hard day’s work. The stories we’ll tell, the life we’ll share. But… that’s later. How about we just talk and get to know each other for now? Lol.
Me: 36M from the Boston, Ma area. Super bonus if you are too! I love movies (horror movies are my niche, but I love all movies), tv shows, music, nerd stuff (Star Wars, Marvel, DC, etc.), the WWE, and a whole plethora of other interests that I’m sure we can explore together.
You: a girl first and foremost. Somewhere between the ages of 30 and 40 (but if you’re 28 or so, I’m not gonna immediately ignore you, so please reach out!). Into all or at least some of the things mentioned above. Single. Let’s try to be friends first and if something sparks, let’s give it a shot, if not, at least we can be friends!
I prefer to talk via Reddit chat. The messages just don’t pop up on my phone and I don’t want to miss a thing (shout out Aerosmith). Once we’re comfortable, we can move to a different platform, maybe even exchange numbers to text. I’m also open to talking on the phone or some voice chat equivalent. Anyway, before this gets longer. Hit me up if you want to chat! I look forward to hearing from you!

Seen this movie on tv late one night. Would have been late 90’s. Some sort of travel to a parallel universe (maybe) but there was some sort of “lottery” where the person chosen would be killed by the citizens. I remember they had to get out of this universe by creating a device with some sort of foil. Don’t know if I have combined a couple of movies or what but I can remember bits of it only.

I find myself in a situation that often feels like an endless night, surrounded by the hazy fog of chronic fatigue syndrome. It's as if life has taken a detour into a realm where exhaustion reigns supreme, and hope seems to have lost its way. Today, I come to you seeking solace, understanding, and perhaps a glimmer of guidance.
Like many others who battle CFS, my days are often defined by relentless fatigue, cognitive fog, and a host of other symptoms that make even the simplest tasks feel like climbing mountains. It's a lonely journey, one that can be difficult for others to comprehend. While I strive to explain this invisible burden to my loved ones, it can feel like speaking a language that only I understand.
What weighs heavy on my heart is the sense of hopelessness that often accompanies this condition. Despite countless visits to doctors and specialists, it feels like a quest for answers that always falls short. Medical science may be advancing, but when it comes to CFS, it still feels like a puzzle waiting to be solved.
But here's where I turn to you, the ever-supportive Reddit community. I believe that within these digital walls, I might find solace and words of wisdom from those who have walked a similar path. How do you manage to find light amidst the darkness of CFS? Have you discovered any coping mechanisms, treatments, or lifestyle adjustments that have made a significant difference?
One aspect of my struggle with CFS that further complicates matters is my disrupted sleep schedule. I battle with difficulties falling asleep and, once sleep eventually claims me, it's a relentless cycle of oversleeping that throws my days into disarray. It's like being caught in a perpetual dance with fatigue, where the rhythm is always out of sync.
Whether it's the power of a carefully curated routine, dietary changes, alternative therapies, or even unconventional methods, I'm eager to hear your stories. Perhaps your experiences hold the missing pieces of this puzzling condition, shedding light on paths to explore and avenues of support I may have yet to uncover.
Moreover, to those who have found hope in the face of CFS, your insights are particularly valuable. Please share your uplifting tales of resilience and triumph. For those of us who are struggling, it's these stories that offer glimpses of a brighter future, reminding us that there is still hope to be found.
So, my fellow night owls, I implore you to lend me your voices, your experiences, and your guidance. Let's come together in this digital haven and shed light on the shadows cast by chronic fatigue syndrome. Together, we can build a community of understanding and support, where hope becomes a beacon that guides us forward.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I eagerly await your responses, and may we all find strength and solace in this collective journey.
Stay hopeful, stay resilient, and keep chasing the stars. 🌟

The only vivid scene I remember from this movie is that there was a group of protagonists that were hiding from the bad guy under sheets. Then the train farts and says "Oops, I tooted"
Some other plot points I remember:

• Main Character is a girl looking for her father. He turns out to be the bad guy.
• One character has the ability to lift himself up with tornados.
• May or may not have been McDonald's toy?
• Animated in the same style as Megamind.
• I watched it in 2005 to maybe 2012ish?

Please help. I beginning to think this was a fever dream. Thanks!

1. 3-d lo experience motham high level untadi.. Mari 2d velle valla sangathi enti.? Only 3d e release cheyachu kada. Imo 3d experience is not great for even Hollywood movies. Ipatike adipurush visuals DC Kante dark unnai. Mana screens mida asal em kanpinchadu iga. So evrina visuals balevu ante neku cinema chuddam radu. 3d poina mokamena anatam is so stupid. . 2 . Inkoti enti ante aa representation of all characters okati kuda sarigga ledu. Ante Gen z vallaki ilane nachutundi ane thokkalo disco. Only valla kosame 500 cr petti cinema chestunnava? Spanish korean valla culture, valla style ni manaka alien e avi as it as accept chestunnaru, ani gurthupetukoni fanism chestunaru. Mari idi ramayanam ela unte ala nduk accept cheyaru?? No answer. North ollu kuda handsup almost . telugu fans entha varaku lavuthaaro chudali

I found the Hindi dub of the movie War of the Worlds and I'm wondering if someone can translate the Hindi version of the lullaby Dakota Fanning's character sings. In the original it's Hushabye Mountain, but I'm curious if they changed it. Here's the scene:
War of The Worlds (2005) Aliens Visit (Scene 10/12) HINDI - YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5I67_6ICic

On April 29th of this year, I had committed the one sin that would cost me my eternity, if I ever had it at all to begin with.
The reason I believe this is because after thinking about this long and hard, I feel nothing but emptiness. But before I get to the details, let me tell you my story before that.
I was raised Christian my whole life, on the belief of Once Saved Always Saved. One time, when I was in school, I approached one of my teachers and I asked how to be saved. He told me to recite a prayer, a prayer which I now realize is non-biblical and does absolutely nothing in the long run. But I think I was saved for real when I heard news about the world possibly ending on September 23, 2017. It was after that, I decided to be baptized. And I was. I felt the need to preach the good Word of God. But I feel like immediately after I got my first phone and allowed that kind of access to the internet 24/7, things started going sideways.
I began hanging out with the wrong people online, and I started looking at things I shouldn’t have. After a while, I stopped praying, thinking that maybe I was too dirty to be forgiven. I now realize that was a lie from the enemy. The only times I did pray was when I was about to eat, but it was only in my head, never out loud since I didn’t know how to put it into words. I also prayed every time we traveled, and I prayed when my cat had urinary problems. I looked up videos about the Rapture and Hell every now and then, I even looked up the Locusts in Revelations one time after seeing a scene with locusts in a movie.
But still, overtime I spent more time looking at my phone, scrolling through social media, especially YouTube, with the occasional religious video popping up. One of them was a video about the unforgivable sin.
One night, I was looking at an article about an actor who had a past on Reddit. And all of a sudden, I just started crying thinking about all the things I’ve done in my life. And I remember thinking some thoughts that were telling me to curse God. Of course, I never did any of those. I didn’t realize it until now, but I believe that was the Spirit turning me over to a reprobate mind.
Still, time passed, and my faith began to waver and I began to indulge more time in sinful things. To the point where I stopped saying “God forgive me.” every time I finished doing them. And every time I found a comment in a YouTube video about preaching the good Word, I remember getting annoyed because it had little to nothing to do with the video. At first, it came out as “Not now, brother.” to eventually “Go away.” and “No one cares.” It wasn’t until thinking about it that I realize these comments, and the occasional songs, ads, and videos were signs from God to turn around and repent before it’s too late.
On April 20th, we had a blackout. And me, having just finished watching something scary, was absolutely terrified. If only I had just remembered to pray, maybe then I would’ve restored my faith. But stupid me, even after the power was restored I still never prayed. I continued acting out, talking to an invisible audience. Saying curse words all the while, eventually actually becoming comfortable with saying the Lord’s name in vain.
On April 27th, my mother and brother had to leave for an archery tournament while my father had to work over the weekend. I was by my lonesome for four days straight. I watched movies with emotional scenes where the love interest was angry and rejects the protagonist. And I began to imagine myself in the position of the love interest and Jesus in the place of the protagonist. I even played out scenes in my head where I would say I become an atheist. And then eventually out loud, I would rehearse what I would want to say in front of my church, telling them that I regret my baptism because I’ve done so much wrong I put it to open shame, and that all the mission trips are just wastes of time and money. I even said that Christianity was just propaganda drilled into my head. On April 29th, it was all over. I was sitting in my room, looking at my phone, watching negative things when all of a sudden, I got the thought to look up if God was a monster, and when I got results, I agreed with them. I broke down crying and began thinking about how my life was apparently wasted, and about my loved ones before me who apparently died for nothing, and then out loud and in tears I said “If there is a God, then He is a monster.” I don’t know why I looked it up or why I said it, but I guess I just wanted to give myself an excuse to cry or be angry for the sake of angry. Looking back, I should’ve stopped what I was doing and called my mom to remind me of the blessings He gave our family. After that, I went to sleep and didn’t think about it for the next few days.
On May 12th (I think), something in my head reminds me of what I said about God, I looked up “Is calling God a monster blasphemy?” And when results said yes, I got scared and cried and begged for Him to return. The day afterwards, I felt emotionally numb. I began to look up videos about apostasy, thinking maybe that’s what I did, but as the days went by I began to piece it all together, remembering what I did and what I said. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that what I did was either the result of the Devil putting a thought in my head, or of my own will.
So, that is my story. Tell me what you think and give me confirmation. And, please, take this story as a warning. Stay close to God, stay on the path.

I was just discussing old malls and movie theaters of Reno. Am I crazy or was there a movie theater at the Reno Town Mall in the early 90s? I remember the one by the Peppermill, but I could have sworn there was also one on the backside of Reno Town Mall. I haven’t been able to find a single picture or reference to it.

I always thought I was at least average, I have decent in the high classes... Yet I am still a fucking dumbass. I can't understand any game I play, and movie I watch, or any person I talk to. I was just trying to have a fun time with my friends on Elden ring, and I got called multiple variations of "worthless" and "stupid" at least 50 times. This is why I enjoy having no friends, I don't have to burden them with my stupidity. I want to die. I plan to kill myself after high school, the thought of it is just pure happiness to me now, it is peaceful.

For me I would have it set in a Movie theater where they must go into Diffrent movies to collect the film rolls of those films. And the Monsters would be the villains of those movies.
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Also Have fun! Nothing, (Including ART) is perfect.

MMPR- Being a 90s kid is your entire personality isn't it?
Zeo- This was probably the last Power Rangers series you watched as a kid and you're still not over the Rangers giving up Zeo for FUCKING CARS
Turbo- You love camp don't you?
In Space- You're the less annoying version of the 90s kid. It's not your entire personality but you definitely find yourself revisting some 90s "classic" on your streaming site of source quite often
Lost Galaxy- You either had an edgelord phase or you never left it
Lightspeed Rescue- You're a champion of the underdogs aren't you?
Time Force- You have at least one OT3. Maybe not a Power Rangers OT3 but you definitely do
Wild Force- Captain Planet was YOUR hero, wasn't he?
Ninja Storm- What is this Fox Kids shit? You were an ABC Kids kid and still fondly remember early to late 2000s Disney Channel shows .
Dino Thunder- You love MMPR but you also kind of...hate it?
SPD-You're a Sci fi fan in general
Mystic Force- You're your D&D group Dungeon Master aren't you?
Operation Overdrive- This one is your favorite...really?
Jungle Fury- You love that cheesy chop socky crap. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Xena Warrior Princess, 3 Ninjas, Jackie Chan movies. That shit is your jam
RPM- You don't dislike the Saban Brands era you LOATHE the Saban Brands era
Samurai- You were born somewhere between 2004-2008. Just a wild guess
Megaforce- Don't you fucking lie to me. This isn't your favorite
Dino Charge- You're read or written at least one fanfic where Chiley is canon, didn't you?
Ninja Steel- Fess up. Which Ninja Steel Ranger actor are you stalking on Insta or Twitter?
Beast Morphers- Transformers fan?
Dino Fury- You want that LGBTQ rep and Izzy is your Sappho Queen

Dear brothers and sisters in Christ,
I come to you today with a heavy heart and a message that must be shared. The end of days is coming.
We have all heard the prophecies of the book of Revelation and the signs of the times that Jesus spoke of. Wars and rumors of wars, earthquakes, famine, and disease are on the rise. The world seems to be spiraling out of control, and it's easy to feel overwhelmed and hopeless.
But as Christians, we must remember that our hope is not in this world. Our hope is in Christ, who conquered death and promised to return one day to make all things new.
We must also remember that the end of days does not mean the end of the world. It means the end of the current age and the beginning of a new one. A time when Christ will reign supreme, and all things will be made right.
But until that day comes, we must be vigilant. We must stay true to our faith, even when it's difficult. We must love our neighbors, even when they don't love us back. We must pray for our leaders, even when we disagree with them.
And we must share the good news of Christ with those who have yet to hear it. For when the end of days comes, it will be too late for those who have not accepted Christ as their Savior.
So let us not be afraid of the end of days. Instead, let us embrace it as a time of hope and anticipation. A time when we will finally see our Lord face to face and be with him forever.
May the peace of Christ be with you all. Amen.
As I sit here listening to the preacher's words, I can't help but feel completely detached from everything he's saying. It's like I'm watching a movie, but I'm not really there.
I used to be a devout Christian, but lately, something in me has changed. I feel like I'm going through the motions, but my heart isn't really in it.
The thought of the end of days doesn't really faze me anymore. In fact, sometimes I wonder if it would just be easier if it all ended. The world is so messed up, and I don't see how a loving God could let all this suffering happen.
I used to pray every night, but now I don't even know what to say. It feels like my faith has been drained out of me, and I'm left feeling empty and alone.
I know I should be seeking help or talking to someone about this, but I feel like no one would understand. My friends and family are all strong believers, and I don't want to disappoint them or be seen as a failure.
So, I continue to go through the motions, hoping that one day my faith will return. But as time goes on, I become more and more convinced that it's gone for good.
The end of days no longer holds any significance to me. It's just another event in a world that's already lost its meaning. And I don't know if I'll ever be able to find my way back to the faith that once gave me hope and purpose.
As I watch the news of the plague spreading across the world, I feel a sense of sadness and despair wash over me. The world is already so broken, and now this?
I used to believe that God had a plan, that everything happened for a reason. But now, I can't help but feel like we're all just pawns in some cruel game. How could a loving God let something like this happen?
Despite my doubts and questions, I still find myself praying. But it's more out of habit than anything else. I don't even know who or what I'm praying to anymore.
As the days go on, the situation worsens. People are dying left and right, and the world as we know it is falling apart. And yet, I still don't feel the sense of urgency or fear that I know I should.
Maybe it's because I've already lost my faith, or maybe it's just a defense mechanism. But I can't help but feel like this is all just a part of the cycle of life and death. We're born, we live, we die. It's all inevitable.
As I watch the world around me crumble, I can't help but wonder what the point of it all is. If there is a God, why would he let his creation suffer like this? And if there isn't, then what's the point of anything?
I know that these are dark thoughts, but I can't help but feel like I'm just being honest with myself. The end of days no longer holds any significance to me, because it feels like we've been living in the end of days for a long time now. what is faith but a mask we all wear. I think this as the mobs of people pull me from my home and hoist me onto a crudely built cross As I hang there, my arms stretched out and pain coursing through my body, I wonder if this is what it means to be faithful. To suffer and die for a belief that may or may not be true.as I hang here from this cross I can only describe it as an excruciating pain. My body feels heavy and every breath I take is a struggle. My hands and feet are nailed to the cross, and the blood is slowly trickling down my limbs. The heat of the sun beats down on me, and the sweat drips into my eyes, blurring my vision.
As the hours pass, my strength begins to fade, and I feel my life slipping away. I know that my death will be in vain. I offer nothing but hate and pain to those who have condemned me, and I ask my so called Father in heaven why he would allow this.
But as the mob below me cheers and jeers, I can't help but feel like this is all pointless. What does it matter if I believe in God or not? Does it really make a difference in the grand scheme of things?
I used to think that faith was a beautiful thing. That it gave people hope and purpose. But now, all I see is the violence and hatred that it can inspire.
As my vision starts to fade and my breathing becomes shallow, I wonder if I made the right choice. Was it worth it to hold onto my disbelief, even if it meant dying for it?
But in the end, it doesn't matter. Whether I lived or died, the world would keep turning. People would continue to believe what they wanted, and others would suffer for it.
As the light fades from my eyes, I take comfort in the fact that I stayed true to myself. That even in the face of death, I refused to wear the mask of faith.In my final moments, I feel a sense of release. The pain fades away, and I am enveloped in hatred and darkness. coughing blood spews from my mouth, as it falls to the ground to causes a hellish earthquake felt across the planet As the blood spills from my lips and hits the ground, I feel a surge of power coursing through me. It's as if all my pain and suffering has been transformed into something greater.
The earth shakes beneath me, the ground cracking and splitting open as the energy radiates outwards. People scream and run in terror as buildings topple and the very fabric of reality seems to fray.
But even in the midst of this chaos, I can't help but feel a sense of peace. I know that this is the end of my journey, that I have finally found my purpose.
As the last of my strength leaves me, I close my eyes and surrender to the darkness. And in that moment, I know that my legacy will live on. That the world will never forget the sacrifice I made, and the power that I unleashed.
For better or for worse, I have changed everything. And even in death, I will continue to shape the world around me.
Dark tendrils erupt from the ground and wrap around my body, I feel a sudden jolt of pain, followed by an overwhelming sensation of heat. The ground opens up beneath me, and I'm pulled downward into a swirling vortex of smoke and fire.
As I descend deeper into the underworld, I feel my body transforming. My flesh falls away, replaced by something darker and more powerful. I am reborn as a ruler of the damned, my eyes glowing with an unholy light.
The denizens of the underworld bow before me, recognizing my power and my authority. I am a master of the shadows, a lord of the abyss. And as I survey the landscape before me, I know that I have finally found my true calling.
No longer bound by the limitations of mortal flesh, I am free to explore the darkest corners of the universe. I am free to unleash my power and my wrath upon those who would dare to challenge me.
And as I bask in the glory of my new existence, I know that I will never again be bound by the petty concerns of the living. For I am now a creature of the night, a harbinger of doom, and a ruler of the damned. With my newfound power, I rise up from the depths of the underworld and make my way back to the world of the living. My mission is clear - to seek out those who had wronged me and make them pay for their sins.
As I walk among the living, I am a shadowy figure, barely visible to mortal eyes. But those who have wronged me can feel my presence, and they tremble in fear.
One by one, I seek out my enemies, and I strike them down with the force of my wrath. They scream and beg for mercy, but I am beyond mercy now. I am a creature of vengeance, and I will not rest until they have all been punished.
As I continue on my quest for revenge, I realize that my power has no limits. I am stronger than any mortal, and I am immune to their feeble attempts to stop me.
And so I continue to wreak havoc on those who have wronged me, until finally, I am satisfied. My revenge is complete, and I can finally rest.
But even in death, I am still a ruler of the damned. And should anyone ever cross me again, they will know the full extent of my wrath.

Dear brothers and sisters in Christ,
I come to you today with a heavy heart and a message that must be shared. The end of days is coming.
We have all heard the prophecies of the book of Revelation and the signs of the times that Jesus spoke of. Wars and rumors of wars, earthquakes, famine, and disease are on the rise. The world seems to be spiraling out of control, and it's easy to feel overwhelmed and hopeless.
But as Christians, we must remember that our hope is not in this world. Our hope is in Christ, who conquered death and promised to return one day to make all things new.
We must also remember that the end of days does not mean the end of the world. It means the end of the current age and the beginning of a new one. A time when Christ will reign supreme, and all things will be made right.
But until that day comes, we must be vigilant. We must stay true to our faith, even when it's difficult. We must love our neighbors, even when they don't love us back. We must pray for our leaders, even when we disagree with them.
And we must share the good news of Christ with those who have yet to hear it. For when the end of days comes, it will be too late for those who have not accepted Christ as their Savior.
So let us not be afraid of the end of days. Instead, let us embrace it as a time of hope and anticipation. A time when we will finally see our Lord face to face and be with him forever.
May the peace of Christ be with you all. Amen.
As I sit here listening to the preacher's words, I can't help but feel completely detached from everything he's saying. It's like I'm watching a movie, but I'm not really there.
I used to be a devout Christian, but lately, something in me has changed. I feel like I'm going through the motions, but my heart isn't really in it.
The thought of the end of days doesn't really faze me anymore. In fact, sometimes I wonder if it would just be easier if it all ended. The world is so messed up, and I don't see how a loving God could let all this suffering happen.
I used to pray every night, but now I don't even know what to say. It feels like my faith has been drained out of me, and I'm left feeling empty and alone.
I know I should be seeking help or talking to someone about this, but I feel like no one would understand. My friends and family are all strong believers, and I don't want to disappoint them or be seen as a failure.
So, I continue to go through the motions, hoping that one day my faith will return. But as time goes on, I become more and more convinced that it's gone for good.
The end of days no longer holds any significance to me. It's just another event in a world that's already lost its meaning. And I don't know if I'll ever be able to find my way back to the faith that once gave me hope and purpose.
As I watch the news of the plague spreading across the world, I feel a sense of sadness and despair wash over me. The world is already so broken, and now this?
I used to believe that God had a plan, that everything happened for a reason. But now, I can't help but feel like we're all just pawns in some cruel game. How could a loving God let something like this happen?
Despite my doubts and questions, I still find myself praying. But it's more out of habit than anything else. I don't even know who or what I'm praying to anymore.
As the days go on, the situation worsens. People are dying left and right, and the world as we know it is falling apart. And yet, I still don't feel the sense of urgency or fear that I know I should.
Maybe it's because I've already lost my faith, or maybe it's just a defense mechanism. But I can't help but feel like this is all just a part of the cycle of life and death. We're born, we live, we die. It's all inevitable.
As I watch the world around me crumble, I can't help but wonder what the point of it all is. If there is a God, why would he let his creation suffer like this? And if there isn't, then what's the point of anything?
I know that these are dark thoughts, but I can't help but feel like I'm just being honest with myself. The end of days no longer holds any significance to me, because it feels like we've been living in the end of days for a long time now. what is faith but a mask we all wear. I think this as the mobs of people pull me from my home and hoist me onto a crudely built cross As I hang there, my arms stretched out and pain coursing through my body, I wonder if this is what it means to be faithful. To suffer and die for a belief that may or may not be true.as I hang here from this cross I can only describe it as an excruciating pain. My body feels heavy and every breath I take is a struggle. My hands and feet are nailed to the cross, and the blood is slowly trickling down my limbs. The heat of the sun beats down on me, and the sweat drips into my eyes, blurring my vision.
As the hours pass, my strength begins to fade, and I feel my life slipping away. I know that my death will be in vain. I offer nothing but hate and pain to those who have condemned me, and I ask my so called Father in heaven why he would allow this.
But as the mob below me cheers and jeers, I can't help but feel like this is all pointless. What does it matter if I believe in God or not? Does it really make a difference in the grand scheme of things?
I used to think that faith was a beautiful thing. That it gave people hope and purpose. But now, all I see is the violence and hatred that it can inspire.
As my vision starts to fade and my breathing becomes shallow, I wonder if I made the right choice. Was it worth it to hold onto my disbelief, even if it meant dying for it?
But in the end, it doesn't matter. Whether I lived or died, the world would keep turning. People would continue to believe what they wanted, and others would suffer for it.
As the light fades from my eyes, I take comfort in the fact that I stayed true to myself. That even in the face of death, I refused to wear the mask of faith.In my final moments, I feel a sense of release. The pain fades away, and I am enveloped in hatred and darkness. coughing blood spews from my mouth, as it falls to the ground to causes a hellish earthquake felt across the planet As the blood spills from my lips and hits the ground, I feel a surge of power coursing through me. It's as if all my pain and suffering has been transformed into something greater.
The earth shakes beneath me, the ground cracking and splitting open as the energy radiates outwards. People scream and run in terror as buildings topple and the very fabric of reality seems to fray.
But even in the midst of this chaos, I can't help but feel a sense of peace. I know that this is the end of my journey, that I have finally found my purpose.
As the last of my strength leaves me, I close my eyes and surrender to the darkness. And in that moment, I know that my legacy will live on. That the world will never forget the sacrifice I made, and the power that I unleashed.
For better or for worse, I have changed everything. And even in death, I will continue to shape the world around me.
Dark tendrils erupt from the ground and wrap around my body, I feel a sudden jolt of pain, followed by an overwhelming sensation of heat. The ground opens up beneath me, and I'm pulled downward into a swirling vortex of smoke and fire.
As I descend deeper into the underworld, I feel my body transforming. My flesh falls away, replaced by something darker and more powerful. I am reborn as a ruler of the damned, my eyes glowing with an unholy light.
The denizens of the underworld bow before me, recognizing my power and my authority. I am a master of the shadows, a lord of the abyss. And as I survey the landscape before me, I know that I have finally found my true calling.
No longer bound by the limitations of mortal flesh, I am free to explore the darkest corners of the universe. I am free to unleash my power and my wrath upon those who would dare to challenge me.
And as I bask in the glory of my new existence, I know that I will never again be bound by the petty concerns of the living. For I am now a creature of the night, a harbinger of doom, and a ruler of the damned. With my newfound power, I rise up from the depths of the underworld and make my way back to the world of the living. My mission is clear - to seek out those who had wronged me and make them pay for their sins.
As I walk among the living, I am a shadowy figure, barely visible to mortal eyes. But those who have wronged me can feel my presence, and they tremble in fear.
One by one, I seek out my enemies, and I strike them down with the force of my wrath. They scream and beg for mercy, but I am beyond mercy now. I am a creature of vengeance, and I will not rest until they have all been punished.
As I continue on my quest for revenge, I realize that my power has no limits. I am stronger than any mortal, and I am immune to their feeble attempts to stop me.
And so I continue to wreak havoc on those who have wronged me, until finally, I am satisfied. My revenge is complete, and I can finally rest.
But even in death, I am still a ruler of the damned. And should anyone ever cross me again, they will know the full extent of my wrath.

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In a rare moment, Sorore was actually having a nice dream, a normal one, one could even say. She was back home, in that moderately seized house in Erratz, laying on her mother’s lap. She could even hear the gentle sound that the needle made as it went in and out of the cloth. It was peaceful, pleasant, surrounded by familiar sound and smells, though her sight was blurry and confused.
It was not to last, as the sound of rushing water overtook all else, until she was forced awake by its unrelenting pace. When she sat up, rubbing her eyes in the broad bed, she released that it wasn’t the sound of water, nor was it relegated to her dreams. There was a commotion outside people talking in hushed but harsh tones.
Neither Lillian, nor Aya were within the room, and she wondered if they were having an argument. That wouldn’t be good - she’d watched them have the spat earlier, and that dispute didn’t need much worsening. Sorore crept to the door to the outer hallway - she loved how they slid to create whole new rooms. It was something she’d have to think about more she decided as she pulled it open and realised several things at once.
One, there were a whole lot of armoured figures in the hallway, at least four, maybe half a dozen. Two, the balcony door was open, and Lillian was currently arguing with one of them, Aya standing by looking like a mining explosive had gone off right next to her. Three, her brother and Niche had just emerged out of the room beside, and Niche was about to draw his sword at the sudden intrusion.
For a moment, she panicked, her mind going completely blank. Her mind raced with visions of bloody aftermath, and a chase through the city, back to the dinner she’d had with all those nice people.
“Oh, hello!” she blurted, drawing the surprised stares of several of the men, “who might you be?”
There was an instant of shocked silence between all parties.
“Nobody do anything!” called the man who was out on the porch, “We are representatives of the sand-shell legion, on behalf of the matriarch of the Eisen. We have come to retrieve her granddaughter.”
Niche lowered his hand from his sword belt, but Sorore could tell that he was ready to fight on a moment’s provocation. She also noticed that Kieren, in the same gown she’d worn to the square was standing in the stairwell. The woman looked so nervous Sorore thought she might fall over and down the stairs.
“Let’s move to a less cramped area,” said the captain, in a tone that brook no argument.
Eventually, it was sussed out, though not without considerable resistance on part of the paladins, that they were to meet in the great hall. As they sat, they were brought simple drinks of milk and honey, flavoured with something else that Sorore could not quite place. The two paladins looked like pacing cats, constrained on their chairs, arms crossed and eyes hard.
“Under no circumstances can we give one of ours into you custody,” said Lillian, locked in a match with the captain.
“Within the city, you are under the authority of the guard, no matter who you are. If the matriach has sent for this girl, then we have our orders.”
“As do we, captain,” said Niche, “to protect and guide each of these young women and… man, unto the holy lands of Angorrah.”
One of the guards flanking the captain whispered something in his ear.
“She’s not going to like it,” the captain said, then heard something else.
“Very well. Bloodshed before the Festival would be unwise. We have enough of that already. Right then, one of you paladins, assuming you are who you say you are, shall come with us and the lady to be received by the Eisen. I cannot say it’s likely you will have a happy reception. They will expect you to come unarmed.”
The paladins were bristling at the implied threat, and several hands were already dangerously close to their sword belts. Sorore gripped the mug that she was being offered, before Aya sat up and proclaimed to the group.
“Leave two of your men with us, then,” she said.
The captain’s eyes furrowed.
“I don’t wish to second guess you, my lady,” he said, “but why would I do that?”
“Trust,” Aya said, with a side long look at Lillian, “simple. If you leave your men with us, you can’t simply waltz off with me and my friend. Plus, it gives us men who know, and can quickly get around the city, so they can find you whenever they need to.”
The captain considered, and nodded.
“Very well my lady. Two men will be left for the disposal of your party members. But you shall have to come with us, immediately.”
“Me as well,” said Lillian.
“As you wish,” he said, “but you must disarm yourself. That is non-negotiable.”
Lillian was fuming, but unbuckled her belt and handed her armaments to Niche. The legionaries surrounded them, and departed with them out the front of the pyramid. They were left in front of the roaring fire, Kieren sitting beside them holding a considerably more full glass of the amber coloured alcohol.
“You said that this-” Niche began, his face reddened, “you sold us out!”
“Sold you out?” said Kieren incuriously as she swirled the glass around, “sold you out?”
The woman slammed down the glass on one of the nearby table, somehow not breaking it in the process.
“Maybe, you should of told us that you had the granddaughter of Aystara godsdamned Eisen in your retinue? No, forgot that little detail?”
“Okay, can we get this over with?” said Frare, picking at his nails.
“What?” said both the paladin and the trader, staring at the temerity of the youth.
“Blah, blah, we’ve all kept things from eachother,” he said, “so let’s all move on. Who is this ‘Aystara’? Why is she important?”
While Niche gaped at the casual ease from which Frare dismissed the turbulence, the trader seemed to settle.
“Only one of the two most powerful people in the city, young man,” she said, downing a shot from the glass, “between her and Edmund Poutash, it’d be easier to list what they don’t own. The docks, the schools, the farms… if you want an import or export licence? You go through her. You want to own a ship bigger than a rinky-dink fishing boat? You go through her or Potash.”
She finished the glass, and reached for the decanter, and stopped herself.
“And you waltz into the city, and conveniently forget to mention that you have her granddaughter, who hasn’t been in the city ever, if I remember correctly. To say she’d be furious that you didn’t bring the young lady before her immediately would be an understatement. And worse, you dragged us into it.”
“She must be awfully mean - you had nothing to do with us. You just hosted it.”
The woman blinked at the boldfaced remark, and Sorore delivered a good kick to his shins to drive the point home.
“No, no,” she ultimately said, “no I don’t think she’ll do anything to our family, if she believes us. She’s not unreasonable. At least, so I’ve heard. I’ve only met her once, and that was for a brief time. As for what she’ll do to you...”
She gave a pointed look at Niche.
“You tried to hid her granddaughter from her, maybe unintentionally, maybe not. If I were a betting woman, which I’m not, I would say that means trouble. If you want my advice-”
“I don’t,” said Niche, crinkling his noise.
“Don’t be stupid,” said Frare, before he howled at another kick.
Sorore’s face was burning with indignation and embarrassment. This was all too much.
“If you want my advice,” Kieren pressed on, “you’d go find and talk to your commander immediately. I could fetch for him if you wish - I know where Amicio’s home is.”
Niche, through narrowed eyes and clenched teeth, acquiesced.
“Good, now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some letters to send,” she said, “of course, though this has earned you no small amount of displeasure from certain peoples, we’ve been instructed to provide you with house and board for as long as it takes to sort this out. You are still welcome guests and you will be treated as such.”
The tepid truce struck, the children were sent back up to their rooms. Sorore tried to sleep, and managed no more than half an hour before she was woken by her brother.
“The commander’s here,” he said, “he wants to talk to us.”
The commander, looking very tired, but light of step than Sorore had ever seen him, waited by the fire. He was talking with Kieren and the two remaining legionarries in the fast-paced trading tongue of the city, but stopped when he saw the girl come downstairs.
“My lady,” he said, “it seems there’s been a huge misunderstanding.”
She realized that it was his manner of dress which was throwing her off. Instead of his usual worn and thoroughly practical travelling clothes, he wore the long flowing silks of orange and cream. It suited him, matching his calm personality.
“What misunderstanding?” she said.
“Well, we had no idea that our own Aya was the granddaughter of Aystara Eisen herself. I was surprised as anyone. Of course, I knew she was an Eisen, from her mother.”
He looked at Kieren, who looked like she was about to fall asleep.
“But I never imagined that she was a direct descendent of the main house. I thought she was part of the branch, not necessary to cause any fuss, especially during the preparation of the festival. Ah!”
He slapped his head to indicate his shock at the realisation.
“What a terrible mistake I’ve made,” he said, patting the woman’s arm, “this is all on my horrendous lack of judgement. Here’s what’s going to happen, one of these gentlemen and trader Amicio will be vouching for me at the gate. I’m going to the Eisen estate and having a friendly chat with the matriarch, to clear up this misunderstanding.”
Sorore felt at last some suggestion that someone around the city knew what was happening and what they were going to do.
“Here’s what I need you and your brother to do,” Naia said, “I want you to wait and enjoy the hospitality of the madame of the house.”
The term seemed to flatter Kieren, who flushed at the complement. Or that might’ve been the drink, Sorore wasn’t entirely sure.
“Niche, you take care of them. I expect that I might be at the estate for the rest of the night, and possibly onto next afternoon. Things are always so chaotic around the Festival. There’s no reason for you not to attend the festival opening tomorrow, if you can.”
“You want us to attend a festival?” said Niche in disbelief, “right now?”
“Well, not right now, it hasn’t started yet,” said the commander, “but, if Kieren would graciouslly agree to take you as guest of honour, you’d have excellent seats. If that’s not too much to ask, especially after our little debacle.”
Kieren nodded, and affirmed that she wouldn’t mind at all, if the matter was going to be soon cleared up. Sorore was now certain that it wasn’t just alcohol.
“Great. You’re all taken care of, now I’d better explain myself. If you wouldn’t mind,” he said, pointing to the quarter full glass, which Kieren handed to him. The commander downed it all in one, rolled his shoulders, and smiled.
“Don’t worry. It’ll all work out in the end,” he said, “in fact, I would say to enjoy yourselves, as much as you can. And best go back to bed, unless you want to be sleeping during the festival, which, I assure you from experience, you do not.”
Before they could say anything, the commander had swept by them, vanishing out of the front of the pyramid.
“You should heed him,” said Kieren, picking up the decanter and the glass and moving towards the kitchens, “if you’re stuck here for the time being, you might as well enjoy it And that starts with getting good sleep.”
“Last time you said that, we woke up to armed guards,” Niche said flatly.
“Well, I assure you, I’m not boring enough to do that a second time. It would be assassin’s from across the streets, who approach over the rooftops.”
“Do they actually exist?” asked Frare, suddenly excited.
“Oh, I’m sure,” said Kieren as she stowed away her drinking equipment, “but not tonight. Go get some sleep sir paladin, and you two young ones as well. You’ll need it.”
Sorore was cajoled up the steps, Frare coming up after her. Niche seemed placated enough for the time being, though he was clearly unhappy with the outcome. The pleasant dreams neglected to revisit for a second time, but at least the sleep was uninterrupted. When Soroe next awoke, it was a young handmadein, pulling open the screen doors.
“Good morning, my lady,” she said, “how did you sleep?”
“I- well enough, I suppose,” she said, stretching and yawning, before quickly covering her mouth.
The maid had the presence of mind not to notice as she revealed the bright sunlight streaming through the open balcony.
“It must almost be midday!” Sorore exclaimed, leaping out of the bed as she tried to straighten herself.
The maid chuckled as she finished opening up the room.
“Not to fear, my lady,” she said, “it’s customary to sleep into the early afternoon. The Festival does not start until just before sunset, afterall. In fact, you might be earlier than many of the household.”
“Oh,” Soroe said, feeling rather foolish, “Um. Well, I guess I’ll get dressed.”
“Of course. I’ve left out some clothes for you. Madame Kieren suggested that you try clothes from our city. I hope you’ll love them. Do you bathe?”
Sorore wrinkled her nose at the prospect. What kind of question was that?
“Of course I do,” she said.
“Well, there’s a place to bath at the bottom of the pyramid. If you wish to bath alone, you should go now - I’ll bring you clothes for you to change at the waterfront.”
“You bathe together here?” Sorore said
“In the mornings and evenings,” she said, “we do not bring water up into the house if we cannot avoid it. To the stone goes the sea, and to the home goes the sky.”
She looked around, then leaned in with a smile.
“Also, water is very troublesome to carry up all those flights.”
“So just come down to the waterfront?” she said, gathering up what spare things she needed.
“Just follow me, my lady,” said the handmaiden, picking up a pile of clothes and leading her down the stairs.
They emerged onto an inset pool carved into the pyramid interior. A smooth stone deck, with benches and chairs and stacks of towels, as well as several large paper screens, presumably for changing. Sorore was glad to see they were alone, at least for the time being.
At the handmaid, Kiroe’s, direction, she stripped down naked and plunged into the pool. The water was a perfect temperature - cold enough to dispel the last of the grogginess, warm enough to be pleasant to float in. She swam around for a bit, constrained by the relatively small volume, while Kiroe prepared her outfit on the deck.
“Do you mind if I join you?” came a voice from the other end.
Kieren slipped out of a thin morning dress and stepped into the water. Sorore swam over and came to stand beside her.
“Is there any news? About Aya and the commander?” she said, a little too quickly.
Kieren, who’d been sinking into the water with a sigh of contentment, opened one eye.
“Straight to business? Perhaps you are better suited to the city than I thought.”
Sorore tried to smile, but her concern was betrayed, judging by the woman’s softening of expression.
“My knowledge is limited. My uncle is serving as our representative for now. Sounds like your commander was at least allowed to make his case to the Eisen. He made note of one other companion of yours.”
“Oh? Who?” she said, pushing out into the pool, feeling the water surge over her shoulders.
“A man in black clothes,” she said, “who hides his face behind a mask. He was there for the meeting.”
“The mage?” said Sorore, before considering that she maybe shouldn’t have mentioned it.
“A mage?” said Kieren, before submerging herself in the water.
She tossed her hair back as she came back up, spraying water in a neat arc.
“Well, that explains his odd demeanour,” she said, “now, regrettably, that’s all the time I have today for bathing. I will see you at the festival.”
“Hello cousin! May I join- oh,” came a voice from the steps leading out.
It was Ivers, dressed in nothing but a loose robe, which was already half-way off his body, sculpted with muscle from hauling rope and tackle. Sorore stifled a gasp and turned away, trying not to redden.
“I can come back later,” he offered.
“Do you mind?” Kieren said to Sorore, “if you do, it’d be best to finish soon and let others bathe.”
“No, no,” she said, waving her host away.
Kiero had warned her, after all. It would be best to become accustomed to the strange ways of this beautiful city. Besides, it’s not like she hadn’t bathed before in the company of men her age back home. She cursed herself for being so self-conscious, and forced herself to turn around.
“Are you sure? I can leave if you want, it’s not-” Ivers began.
“No, it’s fine. It’s fine,” Sorore said, smiling at him, “it’d be good to have companionship.”
“Well, then, Ivers, I trust you’ll behave yourself,” said Kieren rising from the water.
“Of course, cousin,” Ivers said, casting his eyes to the floor.
Sorore tried not to take a wicked pleasure at the blush that crept across his dark complexion.
“Oh, one more thing,” whispered her host, bending over to the girl, “it’s considered polite to not look when they’re outside the water.”
Kieren laughed at Sorore’s own furious blush as she made for one of the poolside changing screens.
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This is everything I remember. Hope you cand help me find this movie.It's about a boy and a girl that send each other letters (I'm not sure how it started but they were at school, they're from different cities and they became best friends, they know everything from each other, like: things they like, things they hate, their favorite foods, etc). So, time passes, they are now adults and still haven't seen each other in person.So, the scene I remember is where they are going to meet for the first time due to their jobs. I can't remember what they do, like, I think the girl works as a reporter and the guy works as a photographer, I'm not really sure. The thing is, they are going to finally meet but instead they send their best friends to pretend their best friends are them because they are shy or something like that. They are like scared or embarrassed to see each other for the first time. The last thing I remember is that they guy finds out who the girl is and approach to her pretending to be someone else and they are at a cafe and the guy almost gets caught because the girls says something about how she likes her coffee and the guy says something like "yeah, I know that your favorite coffee" or "Yeah, I know that's how you like it" something like that. This movie I believe should be around the 2000s (2010 at max) I remember watching it when I was a kid.

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i got into a huge fight with my super religious mom just beacuse i was watching the new siperman movie. Im 17 and ever since i was a kid my mom never let me watch disney or superhero movies because she always thought disney was satanic i guess. but since i used to go to babysitters as a kid they would put princess movies and spiderman movies and i grew up on that so it ended up being part of my childhood. i dont think spiderman is bad i think now its way better than it was cause of the spiderverse and the animation style and as an artist i like to appreciate that. my mom walked into the room and asked me watch i was wacthing and i said the new spiderverse movie, ( i thounght that since im a grown ass person whats the point in telling me that i cant watch it). she got so pissed and started saying that she never let that trash in our house and blah blah, since im a person i responded that sorry i watched this stuff in others peoples house and ended up enjoying it and theres nothign she can do about it. it turned into a fight on how im an ignorant stupid person and how i never listened to her and that ill neevr be able to function, ive held in so much hurt from how much she says that to me that i responded im not stupid no one says im stupid everyone knows and thinks i have a bright future and youre the only person that says these things. the response " well if youre so smart why cant you wash the dishes/ clean etc when youre told?" at that point i flipped out, and i only flip out when somone really pisses me off. she has the same habits as i do does even more than i do actually. her excuse was " i work the whole day im tired you dont do anything and do dont listen". she knows i study in a school that goes from 6 am to 5 in the afternoon, and I COME HOME TIRED. no normal human is going to come home and think " damn i should wash the dishes, my feet dont hurt AT ALL.' and another thing i have adhd so the mental exahustion is like x 1000 and i dont wanna think or move i want stillness after a whole day of overstimulation and masking. i know im not the most organized, or the most focused person but im not stupid, i know my weaknesess and i know whats good and bad for my brain, but the moment i tell my mom that the way she parents and fuctions and speaks to me and my 11 year old sister isnt okay and doesnt work she calls us ignorant arrogant studdorn and ungreatful idiots that dont listen to thier mother that raises them byherself. me and my mom end up full on yelling i yell sobbed she tried to hit me and i tried to hit back ( lasted like 5 seconds). everytime i try to question or ask why she thinks something is the way she says is, or i explain the way i see things she tells me to shut up very very aggresivley. shes pintched me on the fatty parts of my arms when shes displeased with the way i act in public. everytime i try to express how i feel and how i feel hurt she says im victimizing myself, and im worried about that, i dont wanna seem like i victimize myself, i dont want to.
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I'm sure many have expressed this idea already, so I apologize! (new to the community!). But what about a Scream movie with two killers who are not working together? Each has their own motive and are as clueless as to whom the other killer is as the rest of the characters. Part of the reveal is that they AREN'T working together. Imagine a third act showdown where the protagonist faces off against two Ghostfaces who are also facing off against each other. If done right, it could be a blast!