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When your teacher says that football is a sport about teamwork and friendship and all you think at that moment is egoism and the survival instinct during the match...
Blue Lock has officially brainwashed me! And I love it!
Aggressive Stupidity is the real challenge of Ousama Game
By now, many people have likely heard of the show that went down as the greatest Trainwreck of 2017. It was a glorious failure that was simultaneously annoying as it was hilarious. The concept of a survival game is simple enough that an average writer could make an entertaining work from it but only a truly horrible writer could mess it up.
Ousama game is weird in that it adapts two manga at the same time. The sequel manga makes up the majority of the anime while the original manga is adapted in the form of long flashbacks. Trying to adapt two manga in only 12 episodes was bound to lead to a jumbled narrative that feels like it has ADHD.
Being a survival game, the story is naturally full of suspense to attract viewers. The synopsis is that everyone in nobuaki's class receives a message from someone called "king". They must follow all of his order or else they will die. Nobuaki is a survivor of the previous King's game and is determined to finally put a stop to it. Seeing how the students will react to their given challenge is always fun and the stakes were always high. Getting orders from an anonymous person via phone with the promise of death is a solid premise. This would've been a fun show had it not been for the dog shit characters
Let's talk about the characters cause dear God these are the worst written characters to Grace the face of the earth. Since this is character-driven, these assholes are the plot. Everyone here is a dumbass who goes out of their way to antagonize one another. From the original ousama game, there's this mysterious bitch who knows the secret behind the game but refuses to tell anyone. She just waits while the others die off while she acts like the smug piece of shit she is. There was also the asshole bully who ordered some guy to kill himself as a king's order and gets surprised when the boy dies. A girl kills herself when she loses a game, not knowing that the punishment was harmless. To top it all off, Some truly dumbass bitch gets to decide her own king's order and she orders herself to touch the king.
This was based on the extremely weak assumption that the king was definitely in her class. Unsurprisingly, she dies like the fool she is. It takes a special breed of stupid to make characters like these. Aki Honda takes the cake by perhaps being my most hated character in all of fiction besides Bakugou Katsuki. She introduced herself as being a kind-hearted and upbeat girl who immediately likes Nobuaki but goes from 0 to 100 as soon as the ousama game starts. She immediately morphs into a cartoonishly evil alpha bitch who watches in delight as her classmates die. The students see her act like the vessel of Satan multiple times but some still trust her for some reason. Like her friend who saved her cause Aki was nice to her once. The heartless witch could've been dead but no. Some dumb bitch had to save her.
Then it's revealed the entire reason she acts like a bitch is so the others won't be hurt when she's dies. That's the dumbest fucking ass-backward logic I ever heard. She tortured everyone without remorse and caused them far more grief than her death would've caused. And the whole evil transformation happened at the snap of a finger without any build-up. A+ acting skills for Aki but her performance ruined everything for everyone.
The reveal behind the ousama game is what cemented this show as an aggressively stupid. The whole thing was set up by an intelligent virus that forces the body to kill itself! Sound like the type of crap m night Shyamalan would write. How on Earth a virus could force the human body to combust, send out text messages and other bs is beyond me. The plot twist is just too mind-boggling stupid to take seriously. It would've been better off as a mystery.
Ousama game's only saving grace is the opening song, feed the fire by cold rain. Dear God was that song amazing!! An all English Hardrock song that easily surpassed the entire show. Ousama Game wins a 5/10 for being an entertaining and hilariously bad piece of trash with a great opening but god awful characters and plot twists.
For a manga that actually handled the king's game concept well, read Arisa by Natsumi Anso. It's a shojo series filled with twists and turns to keep the reader in suspense. No b movie horror logic here .
What I think would happen if the batfam gets shipwrecked to an abandoned island.
Alfred; is enjoying his vacation.
Bruce; doesn’t know what to do because he hasn’t gone a single day of his life without someone helping him and can’t cook edible food.
Dick; dies from lack of physical affection.
Jason; can’t figure out how to hunt without guns
Tim; dies without coffee or wifi.
Damian; is worried about the animals and dies from starvation because he refuses to kill.
Duke; is okay ish, like he survives but not easily.
Barbra (not paralyzed cause she wouldn’t survive paralyzed in my opinion); is having a little fun with making traps.
Steph; is having the time of her life without her stupid classes and teachers.
Cass; was literally trained for this and is happy she finally has some alone time even if she misses her family.
Meanwhile Oliver is just watching this all and sighing because how did he survive but some of them didn’t?
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Well...I'm about to be homeless, so that means I'll be living off the land instead, because I would much rather take my chances out in the wilderness than try to live in a society where we can't even get by.
This winter is going to be a tough one for me and my dog, but I'm confident I'll make it through to the summer, and I won't let this stop me from bouncing back. If this is ground zero, just wait till I hit cloud nine.
For anyone who is willing and able, I have this Amazon wishlist of survival gear that I'll be needing this winter. It would help me tremendously to survive the frigid cold of the PNW during La Niña this year.
https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/1QVWXRPX38ZTR?ref_=wl_share
Thank you to any and all of you who do help, and to those that can't, don't worry. You're still loved
The Echo in the Walls Shaina Tranquilino October 1, 2024
Amelia and Jonathan had been searching for a fresh start, away from the noise and chaos of the city. The mansion they found, nestled deep within a forest, seemed like the perfect escape. Towering and ancient, with ivy crawling up its stone walls, it was a place shrouded in mystery. But the price was too good to ignore.
“This feels like a dream,” Amelia said as they stood in the grand foyer, gazing at the high, arched ceilings and marble floors. The place had a cold beauty to it, untouched by time, as though it had been waiting for them.
Jonathan smiled, squeezing her hand. “It’s perfect.”
But on the first night, as they lay in bed, Amelia heard something strange—a soft, almost imperceptible whisper, like wind sliding through cracks in the walls.
“What was that?” she asked, sitting up, her heart quickening.
Jonathan shrugged sleepily. “Probably just the wind. The place is old, after all.”
Amelia nodded, though she wasn’t convinced. As the days passed, the whispering became more persistent. At first, she thought it was her imagination. But then the whispers began to take shape, forming words—words she didn’t want to hear.
"He’s going to leave you."
She froze the first time it happened, standing alone in the long, dark hallway outside their bedroom. The voice was faint, almost tender, but unmistakable. It sounded like her own thoughts echoing back to her from the walls.
Amelia told herself it was stress. Moving had been difficult. Adjusting to a new place, especially one so isolated, could play tricks on the mind. She didn’t tell Jonathan. How could she explain that the house seemed to know her darkest fears?
But the whispers grew louder. At night, as they sat by the fireplace, she could hear them—soft murmurs hidden beneath the crackling of the flames. The voices whispered of betrayal, of loneliness, of secrets Jonathan was keeping.
"He’s hiding something from you."
One evening, Amelia finally asked, “Have you heard anything strange in the house?”
Jonathan looked at her, frowning. “Like what?”
“I don’t know,” she hesitated. “Like… voices?”
He laughed, though the sound was strained. “You’re just imagining things. This place is big. Old houses settle, creak.”
But that night, Amelia woke to the sound of Jonathan speaking in his sleep. She turned toward him, her pulse quickening.
"You can’t protect her."
She sat up, eyes wide. His lips moved, the words barely audible, but there was no mistaking the fear in his voice. He was dreaming, caught in some nightmare. But whose words were they?
The next morning, Jonathan was quiet, distant. When Amelia asked if he was okay, he brushed her off.
But she knew the truth. The house was getting to him too.
Days turned into weeks, and the mansion’s whispers became an ever-present hum. Amelia began to lose sleep. The whispers echoed in her ears, feeding her anxiety, telling her things she didn’t want to believe.
"He’s tired of you."
"You’re not enough."
The walls felt alive, like they were watching her, waiting for her to break. She avoided the mirrors, terrified of what she might see in them. Her reflection felt foreign, her mind unraveling under the weight of the house’s secrets.
One evening, as the sun set behind the thick trees, Amelia confronted Jonathan.
“Something’s wrong with this place,” she said, her voice trembling. “The walls… they know things. They’re telling me things.”
Jonathan’s face darkened. “Amelia, stop. You’re letting it get to you. It’s just a house.”
“No, it’s not!” she cried. “I can hear them, Jonathan. And I know you can too.”
For a moment, his expression softened. He opened his mouth to speak, but then the whispers came, louder than ever before, echoing between them.
"He’s already planning to leave you."
Jonathan’s eyes flickered, and in that brief second, Amelia knew the truth. The whispers weren’t lying.
With trembling hands, she backed away from him. “What have you been hiding from me?”
Before he could answer, a violent gust of wind tore through the room, rattling the windows. The house groaned, as if waking from a deep sleep. The whispers grew louder, drowning out their voices.
"It’s too late now."
Suddenly, the walls began to tremble. Cracks appeared, snaking across the ceiling like veins. Amelia’s heart pounded in her chest as the mansion seemed to close in around them. The whispers rose to a deafening roar.
And then, silence.
Jonathan stood frozen, his eyes wide, his face pale. "Amelia…" he whispered, but the fear in his voice was unmistakable.
The walls had spoken the truth.
The mansion had been waiting for them all along.
The silence that followed was thick and suffocating, as if the mansion were holding its breath. Amelia felt the chill of dread wrap around her like a shroud. She wanted to run, to escape the walls that seemed to pulse with an unseen energy, but Jonathan stood rooted in place, his face pale and expressionless.
“Amelia, we need to get out of here,” he finally said, breaking the heavy stillness. His voice was laced with fear, and for the first time, she saw the uncertainty in his eyes.
She nodded, feeling a surge of adrenaline. They turned toward the door, but as they stepped into the hallway, the whispers returned, cascading around them like a wave.
"You can’t escape your fate."
They hurried down the corridor, each step echoing ominously, but the whispers grew louder, swirling around them, drowning out their thoughts. The shadows seemed to stretch and twist, creeping closer with every passing second.
“Amelia!” Jonathan grabbed her arm, his grip tightening. “We have to stick together!”
She met his gaze, her heart racing. “We can’t let the house take us! We need to find a way to break whatever hold it has on us!”
They raced toward the main staircase, but as they reached the bottom, the house trembled again, and the whispers turned to a cacophony, a terrifying symphony of their deepest fears.
"He will leave you. You are nothing without him."
Amelia clutched her head, overwhelmed. “Stop! Just stop!” she screamed into the dark void.
Then, in that moment of desperation, she recalled the legend she had read about the mansion—a story of a family that had succumbed to the house’s whispers, unable to resist the pull of their own insecurities. But it also spoke of a way to silence the echoes: one had to confront the source of their fears.
“Jonathan!” she shouted over the noise, her voice fierce. “We have to face it! We need to confront what we’re afraid of!”
He hesitated, confusion and fear mingling in his eyes. “What do you mean?”
“The house feeds on our doubts! If we face what we fear the most, it might lose its power!”
Before Jonathan could respond, the walls shuddered violently, and a shadow darted past them. It was as if the very essence of the house was alive, writhing and grasping for them.
“Together,” Amelia urged, gripping his hand tightly. “We can do this together.”
They took a deep breath and faced each other. “I’m scared you’ll leave me,” Amelia admitted, her voice shaking. “That I’m not enough for you.”
Tears shimmered in Jonathan’s eyes. “I’m scared that I’ll fail you, that I won’t be able to protect you. But I love you, Amelia. I don’t want to lose you either.”
With those confessions, the whispers quieted, but they weren’t gone. Instead, they morphed into a softer, almost melancholic tone, as if the house itself were listening.
Amelia pressed on, her voice steady. “I’m afraid of being alone, of not being able to find my way. But I know I’m stronger than this place. We both are.”
The walls trembled again, but this time, they felt more alive than threatening. Jonathan nodded, his resolve strengthening. “I refuse to let this place take us. I love you, and together, we can face anything.”
With their hands clasped tightly, they moved deeper into the house, each step echoing their newfound strength. They faced the whispers together, acknowledging the fears that had haunted them since their arrival.
As they climbed the grand staircase, the air grew lighter, the oppressive darkness fading. The whispers became mere murmurs, like distant memories rather than threats.
Finally, they reached the room at the end of the hall—the library, where the walls were lined with books, tales of love and loss, joy and sorrow. In the center of the room stood a massive fireplace, cold and empty.
Amelia knelt beside the hearth, touching the stones. “This is where it ends,” she whispered, taking a deep breath. “We need to cleanse this place of its hold over us.”
Jonathan joined her, and together they gathered kindling from the surrounding shelves—pages torn from books that had whispered secrets of fear and despair. They stacked the wood in the fireplace, their hands steady despite the trembling walls.
“Are you ready?” he asked, looking into her eyes.
“Yes,” she said firmly. “Let’s burn away the fear.”
Jonathan struck a match and lit the kindling. Flames danced and flickered, casting a warm glow around the room. As the fire grew, the whispers grew frantic, rising in pitch and intensity, but they held their ground.
“Leave us!” Amelia shouted. “You have no power here!”
The flames roared, and with a final wail, the whispers faded into silence. The house trembled violently for a moment, and then—calm.
As the fire crackled, the room felt different. The air was lighter, the oppressive energy that had weighed on them lifted. They looked at each other, tears of relief in their eyes.
“Did we do it?” Jonathan whispered, his voice a mix of hope and disbelief.
Amelia smiled through her tears. “I think we did.”
They embraced, feeling the warmth of each other, of love conquering fear. The mansion, once a prison of whispers, now stood transformed, its shadows retreating into the corners.
Hand in hand, they stepped outside into the golden light of dawn. The forest around them was serene, birds chirping, sunlight filtering through the trees.
“We’re free,” Jonathan said, looking back at the mansion.
“Yes,” Amelia replied, a sense of peace settling in her heart. “And now we can start anew.”
Together, they walked away, leaving the echoes of the past behind, ready to embrace whatever lay ahead.
Have you ever wondered why some people live much longer while supposedly intelligent people wither and die early? My parents are a case in point. My Dad admittedly was much smarter than my mom. But these days Dad is overweight while mom is slim, he has difficulty walking while she goes salsa and tango dancing and can climb the roof, he can barely cook after 75 years of living, while she can cook amazing meals, he is a dangerous driver while mom drives like a race car driver, with speed and precision that would shame a thirty year old. She loves gardening while he just drinks wine and sits in front of the computer all day or sleeps. Mom got a degree in business after all three kids left home and continues to study and get many qualifications. She has had over 35 different jobs and is pretty impressive on a computer. She runs her own company, does all the accounting, the marketing, administration and manages a staff of 18. And she keeps a beautiful home. Lately she has got a piano and is banging away at it. She is adaptable and constantly changes. Not a week goes by without her trying something new, whether it is food, clothes, reading a book or buying a new gadget. She is always nosing around us children, finding out what we up to, copying what we are doing and borrowing our ideas. The idea for the Cinnamon Vogue company came from mom, because when she was visiting Sri Lanka she came across Cinnamon oil being used at a hotel. She asked for a sample, but they refused. Never one to give up she managed to visit a Cinnamon farm in Sri Lanka, got it and brought it back to the USA and gave me, her prodigal son the idea. I know I know I need to work on modesty. Lol. But I am willing to bet mom will live much longer than Dad and will have far less health complications if any. Now I believe mom is much smarter than Dad. Maybe she started with less neurons than Dad but over the years through the ability to try various foods that increase neurons, being adaptable, flexible, active, curious, the number of neurons in her brain far exceeds Dad. I am sure of it. And touch wood her health is very good. Nothing is more depressing than a parent whose health has gone down the tubes. Will you change? Can you change? Are you adaptable?
#change #adaptability #survival #longevity #curiosity #health #brains #neurons #intelligence #mom #dad #change #motivation #healthyfood #variety #spiceoflife
‘might as well’ ch 3
title: fight or flight
characters: midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, kirishima eijirou, shinsou hitoshi
word count: 9.5k
read on ao3 here!
masterlist
Part 2: 🌊💥Disaster strikes when an earthquake shakes the ocean floor, causing rock formations to crumble. Ren's family is in danger, with his sick little brother and dying father unable to escape. The community is in chaos, with no one stepping up to help. 😰
Renard the sea fox
Part 1: 🦊🎨
In a vibrant underwater world, Renard (or Ren for short), the sea fox, is born into a family of legendary artists. Despite having no limbs, he dreams of creating masterpieces. But his attempts to paint with his tail and teeth are met with laughter and mockery. Feeling defeated, Ren abandons his dreams, just like everyone abandoned him. 💔
I missed you
Niragi x fem reader
summary: Y/n and niragi finally see each other again after her brother chishiya burnt him at the beach.
fluff and some soft niragi
Me Kuina Arisu and Usagi arrived at the king of clubs game when Kuina brought up Chishiya.
“Do you guys think he will be okay? Chishiya I mean”
“I think he’ll be okay, he’s a smart guy” Arisu stated comforting her. I wont lie I was worried about him but after what he did at the beach I still refuse to talk to him.
Flashback
“Chishiya!” I yelled stomping over to him angry as ever.
“What’s wrong?”
“How could you do that to him” i yelled with tears running down my face after finding out he burnt Niragi at the top of the beach.
“Do what to who?” ofc course hes acting confused.
“To Niragi”
“y/n I was doing it for your safety, he’s not a good person. He’s dangerous.”
“Are you kidding me right now? He was my boyfriend he was one of the only people that made me happy in this fucked in world!” I hit his chest crying because i just lost my boyfriend… so i thought
End of flashback
After all that, I refuse to talk to him at all. Sure I feel bad for it but he hurt me really bad, I do hope he’s okay though.
“So we finally have 5 players” someone from behind us said, we all turned around and saw Niragi standing there.
“You mean, your alive?” Arisu said looking at us and then back to him. Niragi tilted him head making a slight hum as confirmation.
“No, there’s no way i’ll be on a team with that jerk, he’ll never cooperate with us!” Kuina yelled at Usagi me and Arisu.
“My only goal is to enjoy these games, so if you don’t want to play with me then just fuck off”
“Who cares what his goal is, we either play this game and survive or we die to our visas or the king of spades.” usagi said to all of us while grabbing a wristband putting it on. Arisu did the same along with me.
“Ah fine” Kuina rolled her eyes clearly not wanting to play with niragi. The sound of the door opening startled us, but we walked in the door niragi following us.
“Didn’t know someone could live after being set on fire and after falling off a building.” I said my eyes tearing up seeing his beautiful skin all scared and him wrapped from his legs to his torso.
“Why are you crying? I’m still here, there’s no need” Niragi said cupping my face in his hands wiping my tears that had just fallen from my eye.
I pulled him into a soft hug being careful not to hurt him at all.
“I’m not made of glass y/n, you can hug me properly.” He pulled me into a tight hug kissing the top of my head mumbled something that i cant quite make out.
“I’ve missed you so much Niragi” i whispered into his chest.
“I missed you to, i love you so much y/n” he said taking my face into his hands again and pulling me into a passionate kiss. I kissed him back and once we pulled away he linked our fingers together and going up to the others to play the game.
Unknown Book Recommendation:
The Last March by Robert Falcon Scott - a horrifying true story
"Had we lived, I should have had a tale to tell of the hardihood, endurance and courage of my companions which would have stirred the heart of every Englishman. These rough notes and our dead bodies must tell the tale."
This is a book that every history buff and Fan of "the Terror" should read. Robert Falcon Scott was one of the very first people that set foot on the South Pole. His personal diary tells the horrifying and fascinating Story of his last expedition: it is a moving tale of a man, who kept his will to survive until his very last breath. Scott was found dead over 100 years ago with this diary beside him, frozen in the antarctic ice.
Personal Hygiene During The Apocalypse
Many people don’t realize how important personal hygiene is and will be for a zombie apocalypse (or any kind of apocalypse). I know many will be focusing on getting water, food and shelter (and weapons), which are very important, but don’t forget there’s a unseen enemy that we all need to fight against as well. It’s not just zombies and hostile survivors that we have to watch out for, but for diseases and infections. Keeping good hygiene prevents diseases caused by bacteria, viruses, and parasites from infecting us.
So don’t forget to include personal hygiene items, such as soap, deodorant, hand sanitizer, toothpaste and so on, in your bug out bags. We need to be at our physical best, because in a apocalypse doctors and dentists are very hard to come by. If you’re lucky and do find one, they won’t be able to do much to help you without the proper equipment. So your best bet is to practice good hygiene in order to prevent becoming ill in the first place.
For example, when it comes to brushing your teeth, if you don’t have toothpaste available, simply having your toothbrush with you and brushing your teeth with water, will be better than not brushing them at all. If you don’t even have a toothbrush, you can also chew on the tip of a twig to make it spread out into several small strands then use it in the same way that a toothbrush is used. Salt is also a great way to brush your teeth, as well as a mouthwash to keep bad breath away.
When you don’t brush your teeth, bacteria builds and it begins to release acids which eat away at your enamel. Eventually over time this could lead to gum disease.
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