I remember in the beginning of the book the main character is about to be knighted I think, and he’s the eldest son of a Duke or something. A character like a wizard tell him a prophecy that he will not live to inherit his father‘s title, so he thinks he’s gonna die soon and leaves on some quest. I don’t remember any details about the middle of the book, but I know in the end he and his friends come to a village where a monster (an ogre?) destroys a village, and no one has been able to kill this ogre because it made itself immortal by hiding its soul (OG Horcrux). It’s soul was inside an egg that was guarded by man-eating mermaids or sirens. In the end, the knight meets Death, and Death tells him what he wanted all along was to take care of the ogre, and the knight did so, so he offers to tell the knight when he will die. But that he wasn’t chasing the knight specifically. The prophecy’s true meaning wasn’t that the knight will die soon, but that he will never inherit his father’s title. The knight declines being told when he will actually die, that it was hard enough knowing the first time.

Hey all, I just finished the end of the Netflix series and I'm hella confused and almost dissatisfied (loved the series tho). I have a few questions about the series that one of you guys might have the answer to. First off, when the doctor looked at Baki's brain why was it so crazy, and why was his brain like a demon even tho the show never covered it after, second I don't understand what that "the food was a bit salty" thing was about. Third why was Baki told he was the strongest when the ogre obviously won, and why did the ogre go from an awful human being to a good dad in like 2 minutes? If all this is answered in the movie sorry and also sorry if this is the wrong sub Reddit for these questions. (Also the boxing filler episodes were odd)

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1. Father To Son
2. White Queen (As It Began)
3. In The Lap Of The Gods
4. Flick Of The Wrist
5. Lily Of The Valley
6. Seven Seas Of Rhye

Side 3 & 4 36 minutes

1. Ogre Battle
2. The Fairy Feller's Master Stroke
3. Nevermore
4. My Fairy King
5. The March Of The Black Queen
6. The Prophet's Song
7. Love Of My Life
8. Bohemian Rhapsody

IM SORRY, I AM TRANSLATING FROM MY LANGUAGE TO ENGLISH, BECAUSE I MADE POST ABOUT THIS ON MY COUNTRY GROUP TOO AND IT IS TO LONG TO WRITE DOWN IT AGAIN.
Hi everyone! This story is about my narcissistic mother and stepfather, about my biological father, about my childhood and my life in general. (I'm sorry if it's a bit chaotic, I'll try to tell the main thought) right now I'm 21, I've got a son, I'm happily married. The scourge will be quite long, so for those with no time or those with severe themes of violence, I advise against reading. I've lived in Neretha since I was born, especially I don't remember that time, from my real father's stories, I've heard that I've been fed old food from my mother, I've been beaten, tried to lure into a well so it looks like I've inadvertently died. Thank God my father was by his side and I'm still alive. Then we moved to Ciemupe. I would like to mention that my mother is an alcohol user, drinks at least 3 days a week and, as they say, thoroughly, morning to evening. She's often interested in other men, so my father broke up with her. She found my stepfather, in far-flung 2007. Exactly the same, like to have a drink. Everything started “beautifully” for them, got married, moved to Ogre and my half brother was born in 2010. I lived with my biological father from 2008-2010, near the Livans, because I couldn't find a place in a kindergarten in the city at that point. I would like to guess that I have felt emotional abuse from my mother all along. She said it wasn't so pronounced - I was beaten, shouted at. After 2010 I came to live in Ogre, I went on to class 2 there, my mother started to explicitly tyrannize me, but my real father went to Germany and is still there, taking drugs. From the extrovert, a lucid child my father had created, I turned into a pronounced victim of violence who was perfectly sniffed up by the royals at school, too. I faced mobbing until grade 9. But without distracting myself from the subject, my mum exquisitely shamed me, defamed me, compared me to others, shouted every day, used to raise her hand, (expressed Narcisse), she didn't care about anything I had to say that hurt me. Everything I assigned to her was presented to everyone else on a gold platter for viewing and the opportunity to sneer at me, which she was very enjoying. When I was 10, my stepfather started sexually abusing me, I only got to my computer if I was touched to my genitals, used to raid on me at night and grab me again, it went on like that until my 16 years, by which I mean both my mother and stepfather's perks. My mother knew but blamed me and was jealous. I started being held in 4 walls, I couldn't have friends, I couldn't use devices - not a computer or a phone. I was banned from contacting my father. My stepfather started harassing me with oral sex while I was asleep and all sorts of disgusting things besides mocking him because he knew I wouldn't say anything to my mum about sexual harassment because I was scared of her until I considered suicide in those 6 years. I want to say that my mum alone had caught him holding his hand to my genitals when I was asleep in bed aged 10 and he was beside me drunk and also asleep, not her, but I was woken up by a screaming mother for what I was affording. (My aunt was by her side trying to defend me because she knew the reality was completely different). After that, my stepfather was woken up and questioned, he alone responded by confusing my mum with me in place. As I said, this all went on until my 16. After that I was strong enough to go to Orphan's Court, I lived in crisis centre for a short time, but in the end, my mum won. I would like to mention that I didn't say anything about sexual exploitation to the authorities, even though they already suspected themselves, because I was afraid they would make suicides. I was threatened with it, especially from my mother's side. “It'll be on your conscience”. I started the case in November 2019, ended in the summer of 2020 because my mother was lying. (She does well, you don't even come forward). I ran away from home in 2021. To my now husband. in 2022, a son was born in the summer. I decided on the winter festivities of the same year in 2022 that I would tell my mother everything, with the idea that maybe when she had a grandson she would drop her narcissism to the side. Of course it didn't. She started to blame me and defame me, so did her stepfather pretend to know nothing. After that, they both decided they would make suicides. His stepfather rolled up blood pressure-lowering tablets (90 pieces) and ended up in a gay lake, with barely a living kidney and liver. Then my mother did the same. Both have survived. I decided afterwards that I would throw it all to the side, but every time we left, the slander of me behind my husband began. It's said that I'm mentally ill, that she's a good thing, she's never done anything shitty in her life. Last time like this - yesterday. This slander is not just like this. I have a cousin who is my unicorn, and everyone is told that he has little or no love for me, and all sorts of crippling. The question is how to deal with this situation? I could send screenshots of the correspondence yesterday after the conversation (who would want to, because after her outing with my husband, we picked up and left, I wrote a long message to her in the car, she ended up writing my typical things to the press, and we weren't alone, and I also heard a lot from relatives who were there after we left), I was threatened with ruining my relationship with my husband, being left again for laughing in everyone's eyes. I worry about my brother because he's given alcohol in his 13 years, shes going to school. (I was given too, but it was in an enforced way, “You don't love your mother?”) I'll say he's loved a lot more because screaming, beating, sexual harassment and nothing I've gone through, he doesn't have to go through, but he sees and tells me like my mother is tyrannizing and defaming her husband, too. The current thought is to make her feel the same shame, to make a band of all the relatives being lied to and being wound around her finger, to send all the screenshots. I want to make a forbidden approach because I'm afraid for my child, I don't know what can be expected of them. I want to force them to land in front of a polygraph through the law because I have no evidence of exploitation, unfortunately. Is that possible? I'll hear any suggestion.

It written on Wattpad and is about various characters from various animes, comics, games and cartoons reacting to Ragnarok
Examples: Mortal Kombat, Injustice, Baki, Dragon Ball, Bleach, Justice League Unlimited, Dragon Ball Super, DC comics, Marvel comics, Jojo, KOF, NNT
What sets it apart is that they put new characters to fight, where instead of 13 fights (as in the original), there will be 19. I don't remember who the new fighters for humanity are, but those for the gods are:
Ra Sobek Izanagi Satan Quetzalcoatl Baldur and one last one that I don't remember
It is written in Spanish or English (I don't remember)
I had stopped updating just after Sasaki Kojiro defeated Poseidon, but I don't know if it was updated again
Fue escrito en Wattpad y trata sobre varios personajes de varios animes, cómics, juegos y dibujos animados que reaccionan a Ragnarok.
Ejemplos: Mortal Kombat, Injustice, Baki, Dragon Ball, Bleach, Justice League Unlimited, Dragon Ball Super, DC comics, Marvel comics, Jojo, KOF, NNT
Lo que lo diferencia es que ponen nuevos personajes para pelear, donde en lugar de 13 peleas (como en el original), serán 19. No recuerdo quiénes son los nuevos luchadores de la humanidad, pero sí los de los dioses:
Ra sobek Izanagi Satán Quetzalcóatl Baldur y una ultima que no recuerdo
Está escrito en español o inglés (no lo recuerdo)
Había dejado de actualizar justo después de que Sasaki Kojiro derrotara a Poseidón, pero no sé si se actualizó nuevamente

I will focus on the new stuff. Aside from female Custodes, of course. I think that was covered extensively in the past month.
Bits:
-The Logos Historica Verita was mentioned. They found that in even fragmented oldest accounts of the Emperor, there were mentions of Him being escorted by mighty and tall golden warriors.
-The projected paths of the tendrils of Leviathan in the Segmentum Pacificus might see the Tyranid swarms dive deep into Segmentum Solar and threaten Terra itself. The Custodes in response entered the 4th Tyrannic War, leading many Solblades. So dedicated are the Custodes to ending the Tyrannic threat to Terra that they consider all tactics and casualties to be acceptable
-Warned by the Ordos Malleus Inquisitor Xie, a force comprised of a Custodes Shield Company, Null Maidens of the Outer Solar Vigil, and an assassin of the Callidus Temple falls on a naval platform within the Jovian Shipyards in a surprise attack. What they found aboard was a large cult of Vashtorr-worshipping tech-cultists. The hereteks were infesting Imperial technology with vile biomechanoid parasites. With cold fury, the Custodes and their allies brutally stamp out the cult.
-Warned by one of the Eyes of the Emperor, the combined forces of the Gilded Chevaliers Shield Host and Cobalt Reach Vigil head toward the worlds of Chyromada seeking to end the campaign of strikes from the Asuryani of Craftworld Yme-Loc. The Custodes gain the element of surprise by blinding the Xenos' powers of prophecy by using ancient esoterica. They attack the Asuryani in the middle of pressing their attack. The Custodes and their war machines hold back the Engines of Vaul long enough for the Sisters of Silence to hunt down and slay the Xenos psykers leading the invasion, bringing the Asuryani threat to an end.
-The Solar Furies Shield Host was first assembled in M36 in response to a Necron tomb world awakening dangerously close to Terra
-The Miserine Delegates are a group of Custodes assigned with the covert mission of boarding the Phalanx and watching for any hints that it might be used against Terra. The Custodes hid themselves via technological means or disguised themselves as gene-enhanced worker ogres. The Imperial Fists aren't fools. They know of the presence of the Custodes aboard their vessel. They permit the Custodes' vigilant spying as a show of loyalty.
-Trajann Valoris carries with him a DAoT relic called the Moment Shackle. The device allows him to trap fragments of temporal energy, slow local time, or purge split seconds from history. It's rumored that the device also gives Valoris insight into the future.
-After the HH, many Sisters of Silence left Terra fearing persecution or worse by the swelling masses of the Imperial Creed. Their Pariah trait was seen, ironically, as the mark of witchery by the zealots. Roboute's restoration of the Sisters of Silence was met with considerable resistance from the Imperial Church.
-Kindreds from the Kronus Hegemony attack Black ships moving in the Nydosh sub-sector. They slaughter the ships' defenders and cull the most dangerous psykers before making off with the rest of the psyker cargo. Investigation by the Talons of the Emperor reveals that these attacks were not acts of simple piracy. They were part of a conspiracy involving a number of Imperial governors. These governors were unable to meet the demands of the Imperial tithe due to corruption and civil unrest on their worlds so they hired the Kin to steal the psychic offerings of other worlds in order to fulfill their quotas. The Talons show no mercy on either the treacherous governors or their Xenos/abhuman mercenaries.
-The emergence of the Arks of the Omen and the Daemon World Engine of Wyrmwood springs many Custodes into action. They seek to halt the rampage of these nightmarish vessels before they can threaten Terra. An alliance of Shadowkeepers, the Dread Host, the Emissaries Imperatus, Guardians Stellar Shield Hosts swear an oath to hunt down and destroy Wyrmwood. In their quest, they encounter disturbing mysteries from within and without the Imperium.
-Uhldria is a mighty fortress world that defends a vital Warp route taken by the reinforcements rushing toward the 4th Tyrannic War. It fell under attack by the Ark of Omen Malignity's Shadow. The Dread Host struck the Ark and slew its heretical crew to the last man. But they did not stop there. They vented their fury on the rest of the Balefleet smashing apart the traitor fleet so thoroughly that there was no chance for it to ever reform again.
-The Solar Watch authority technically extends to Mars. However, they choose wisely to maintain cordial relations with the Admech and visit Mars only occasionally. The Custodes expect the Priesthood of Mars to police their own, so they keep their distance. Be that as it may, Mars has failed the test of loyalty before and might do so again. Cawl's Primaris is an indication of what galaxy-altering secrets might be hidden on the Red Planet.
-When the Custodes lose body parts or organs, not even augmentations and cybernetic replacements of the finest workmanship could match the supernatural potency of their flesh and blood.
-The final short story in the Custodes codex has agents of one of the Eyes of the Emperor giving her reports about potential threats to Terra. One of the reports was about the capture of a small Aeldari vessel and some of its crew. Under torture, some of the captive Aeldari claimed that they had a message to Inquisitor Orechiel that originated from the prophetic readings of one of their seers. The message was that one of the Emperor's loyal sons would bring about his final demise.
-Within the ruins of Gnostima, a masque of harlequins led by a Shadowseer in the middle of conducting a secret mission of eldritch import were ambushed by the Sisters of Silence of Vigil Indomitus. Cornered and robbed of their illusionary psychic powers, the Shadowseer's and her kin's future was cut short.
-Using psy-shielded stealth gunships the Sisters of Silence launch a raid into Magnus' Kingdom of Sorcerers. They landed on a shattered world that played host to a dread ritual by a powerful cabal of Thousand Sons sorcerers. The Sisters moved with speed and stealth reaching the sorcerers and slaying them dangerously close before they cast a fate-weaving ritual that would have inflicted the Sol system with a curse of misfortune that might in time have poisoned Sol's star.
-The Ark of Omen Shadow of Oblivion emerges out of the Warp on the borders of the Sol System resulting in a swift and massive military response. A host of Custodes under Shield-Captain Themistoka was the first to fight their way to the heart of the Ark. There Themistoka duels the Bloodthirster Gorhaggorath.
-Responding to a high-level distress call, Trajann Valoris leads a strike from his Solblade to the spires of Chavigoris and finds himself ambushed by Drukhari who seek to make a highly impressive trophy out of the skin of the General Captain. Despite the speed and skill of the Drukhari the arrogant Xenos had overreached themselves...fatally.

We all know and love Mortal Kombat (2011), or more commonly known as MK9. The reboot brought new life to Mortal Kombat, saved it from being a dead franchise, and aided in the resurgence of fighting games in the mainstream gaming community. MK9 brought back nearly every character from the original Mortal Kombat arcade trilogy, however, there were plans to reboot the entire roster. I can't remember where exactly I read about this, but after Mortal Kombat: Armageddon, one of the plans for the next Mortal Kombat game was to pull a Street Fighter 3 and replace the whole roster with new characters except for Scorpion and Sub-Zero. So, I'm going to be doing that. I will recreate the Mortal Kombat roster using entirely new characters. Presenting: Mortal Kombat: Resurrection.
I didn't come up with an in-depth story. Right now, my story is that everyone who fought at the pyramid died except for Scorpion and Sub-Zero. Now, there are a lot of vacancies in the different factions and organizations in the Mortal Kombat world. The realms are on the brink of chaos. Then, a new, self-proclaimed Kahn declares a Mortal Kombat tournament, with the prize of granting the kombatants whatever they want. Like I said, I didn't put much effort, but that's not the point. However, I will be including little stories and descriptions for each character so you all can know their purpose. Most characters will be listed as archetypes. Their potential names will be in parenthesis.
Also, since this what-if happens right after Mortal Kombat: Armageddon, this takes place in the “original” timeline of MK. So there is no alternate timeline or time travel in this game.

1. Scorpion - Yeah, Scorpion isn't going anywhere. During the Battle of Armageddon, Scorpion and Sub-Zero were fighting to a stand still when they realized everyone was dead. Realizing they were the sole survivors, they decided to go their separate ways. Scorpion is rebuilding the Shirai Ryu, but he joins the tournament to see about this new Kahn
2. Sub-Zero - Sub-Zero's story is pretty much the same as Scorpion, except he is rebuilding the Lin Kuei. Scorpion and Sub-Zero are not as antagonistic towards each other as they were before, but they are definitely not friends either
3. Pink Ninja (Toxin/Floyd) - Ed Boon said that if he were to create another ninja, it would be a pink one. Here's the pink one. He has an Earthrealm parent and an Outworld parent. He gets his powers from his Outworld heritage. Learning about this, he travels to Outworld, and he is now an assassin and bodyguard to the new Kahn. I have 2 ideas of how the pink ninja can play out. One is he uses poison to attack, giving him the name Toxin. Another is he uses light to attack and his name is Floyd. I know people use this name for the potential pink ninja based on the band Pink Floyd. The light is a reference to the cover album of The Dark Side of the Moon. Y'all can choose which one is better
4. Protagonist - I don't have much going for him, but he is an Earthrealmer who is basically a fish-out-of-water. He is chosen by the Earthrealm gods to fight for Earthrealm. Not quite sure how he will play, but looks wise, I would model him after Brandon Lee, the son of Bruce Lee who is Liu Kang's inspiration. However, I do want to experiment with him being the only character who does not kill during his fatalities. That was initially the plan with Liu Kang during the arcade games, but that plan fell through. But I would try that again with the protagonist. It will emphasize him being unfamiliar with the Mortal Kombat world.
5. Outworld Rebel (Mokuran/Honoki/Hu Lan) - The deuteragonist of the "story". Tired of the constant tyranny of the Outworld Empire, she runs her own rebel group and allies herself with the protagonist and Earthrealm to fight the empire and establish a new fair government in Outworld. Her namesake is derived from the Japanese and alternative pronunciations of 木蘭, or Mulan. Mulan is a woman who disguised herself as a man and fought in the Chinese military. However, the rebel is all woman and she is fighting against the government. I picture her fighting with kusarigama and wearing a mask, giving her an aura of a ninja. But not a ninja you see if anime and other popular media, but the historical, "traditional" ninja that uses guerilla warfare, espionage, and "dishonorable" kombat
6. Shaolin Monk (Gang Wu) - Gang Wu was a Shaolin Monk who looked up to Liu Kang and Kung Lao. He was enraged upon learning about their deaths, however, the monks decided not to take action. Enraged with their passiveness, Gang Wu defected himself from the Shaolin Monks and goes on his personal journey to join the tournament and to avenge his fallen Shaolin brothers. He has a more aggressive approach in fighting in comparison to Liu Kang and Kung Lao, but he still uses chi moves in his attacks
7. Jack Burton (Kurt Carpenter) - During the creation of the first MK game, Big Trouble in Little China served as a big inspiration for the game and many of the characters like Raiden and Shang Tsung. I decided to make a character based on the main character Jack Burton. I named him Kurt Carpenter after Kurt Russell, who played Jack, and John Carpenter, the director of the movie. My short story is that he is a truck driver who got attacked by Outworld monsters. He was able to kill them with a metal baseball bat and some guns he had on him. This is how he fights in-game too. He enters the tournament to know "what on God's green Earth is going on?"
8. Special Forces (Karlos Garcia) - Second Lieutenant Karlos Garcia, now head of the Outer World Investigation Agency (OIA) is leading an army into Outworld to investigate this new Kahn and his empire. Garcia is also entering the tournament to do some investigating himself. He fights using a power suit, similar to Iron or Lex Luthor, which were made from remains of Sektor's Tekunin and Cyber Lin Kuei
9. Suiten - The water god of Earth. Since her fellow gods Raiden and Fujin are dead, and they won't be reanimated for a long time, she now must protect Earthrealm from any foreign threats. She, along with Kaijin, recruits Earthrealm warriors (Protagonist, Rebel, Shaolin Monk, Jack Burton, Special Forces) to fight on Earthrealm's behalf. She joins the tournament to investigate this new Kahn and ensure Earthrealm’s safety. She is more drawn to the protagonist. Being a water god, she uses water in her attacks
10. Kaijin - The fire god of Earth. Since his fellow gods Raiden and Fujin are dead, and they won't be reanimated for a long time, he now must protect Earthrealm from any foreign threats. He along with Suiten recruits Earthrealm warriors (Protagonist, Rebel, Shaolin Monk, Jack Burton, Special Forces) to fight on Earthrealm's behalf. He joins the tournament to investigate this new Kahn and ensure Earthrealm’s safety. He is more drawn to the Outworld Rebel. Being a fire god, he uses fire in his attacks
11. Sorceress - During the 17th century, there was a sorceress who tampered with dark magic. Unknowingly, she has been drawing power from the Netherrealm. One day, she unknowingly let in a horde of demons into her village, which resulted in the death of many. For her punishment, the gods of Earthrealm banished her to Outworld and changed her skin green (taking visual inspiration from the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz). However, in Outworld, her powers only grew to where she was able to extend her life, become a master of the dark magicks,and can make direct connections with the Netherrealm. She allies herself with the new king of the Netherrealm to control Outworld and all of the other realms, as well as get revenge on the Earth gods that banished and cursed her. She fights using magic spells, potions, and metallic witch fingers
12. Demon (Volo) - Volo isn't like the other demons of the Netherrealm. While he still uses his demonic powers and hellfire, his cunning and intelligence is what made him ruler of the Netherrealm after the deaths of Quan Chi and Shinnok. However, he does hide a demonic side that is just as ruthless as the other demons and imps of the Netherrealm. But he tries to keep that at bay. Nevertheless, teaming up with the sorceress, his goal is rule all of the realms in the name of the Netherrealm. Visually, the only demonic features are his red skin, small horns, and a devil-Nightcrawler tail. He is very human in his appearance and a good-looking demon. However, he can transform into a more demonic version of himself with larger horns, fangs, a snout, and wings
13. Chaosrealmer (A’ Narki) - A denizen of Chaosrealm. His story is simple: the realms are in chaos with so many leaders and important figures dead, and A' Narki wants to keep it that way. He enters the tournament to kill the new emperor so chaos can reign in all of the realms. He is rivals with Chumon, the Seidan guard
14. Orderrealmer (Chumon) - Due to the death of Hotaru, Chumon became head of the Seidan guard. But the objective is still the same: maintain order at any cost. Chumon enter the tournament to ensure order is established across the realms, even if the Guard must force order. He is rivals with A' Narki, a chaosrealmer. Visually, he is modeled after a traditional samurai, complete with fighting with a katana. Even though Kenshi and Hotaru kind of did this aesthetic, Kenshi is more akin to a ronin, a rogue or independent samurai, while Hotaru frankly didn't pull it off well
15. Amazon (Alkaia/Andromeda/Otrera) - The Amazons were once respected and feared warriors in Ancient Greece. However, as time progressed, man started to gain more power martially and politically. The Amazons soon migrated to Edenia where they served in the Edenian army. However, they were always overshadowed by the Edenians, despite their contribution to the army. Now that there are vacancies in the Edenian government, Alkaia (or whatever her name is gonna be) seeks a hostile takeover of Edenia, revenge on Earthrealm for being displaced, and to rule all realms under Amazonian rule. The Amazon fighter will use plenty of traditional Greek weapons during kombat including a bow and arrow, half shield, and a sword
16. Tasia - Some of you MK fans may recognize this game. She was a boss from the not good Mortal Kombat: Special Forces game. She fought with twin katanas, she can teleport, and she has energy projection. In this game, with Kano, Kabal, and the other Black Dragon members dead, she becomes head of the Black Dragon. The Black Dragon becomes more structured and cutthroat under her rule. It changed from a band of thugs, to an organized, but still ruthless crime organization. The Black Dragon is capitalizing on the chaos of the realms by selling weapons, mercenaries, and information. Tasia enters the tournament to change the Black Dragon from the Kings of the Underworld to the Kings of Realms
17. Vampire (Brahmir) - Y'all know Nitara? The vampire lady from MK: Deadly Alliance and MK1? Well her species were from a realm named Vaternus, but they lost to Outworld in a MK tournament a long time ago. Now, their realm is merged. However, another vampire named Brahmir joins the tournament to free his realm from Outworld so that the Vampires can return home. Their own home. Visually, we'll be taking some cues from the unused vampire character from MK: Deadly Alliance. Here is the link to the unused vampire: https://mortalkombat.fandom.com/wiki/Kahil_Grigesh
18. Female Ninja (Leal/Imani) - An Edenian warrior that trained under Jade. She has served the Edenian court dutifully, but with the deaths of Queen Sindel, Princess Kitana, and General Jade, the court is in disarray. The Amazons that inhabit Edenia are also growing restless and placing their eyes on the throne. However, the Edenian soldier along with her comrades has been keeping peace. The warrior joins the tournament to make sure there isn't a hostile takeover of the throne by Outworlders or this new emperor, to see if she can receive any aid or power in keeping the peace in Edenia, and to fight the Amazon and stop her usurpation of the Edenian government. The female ninja is an orange ninja and she fights with a spear and throwing knives. I modeled her after the Dahomey Amazons, an all-female military order of the Kingdom of Dahomey, a West African Kingdom. Visually, she is African in appearance, not ambiguously dark-skinned like Jade or Tanya, long hair in braids, and has African inspired clothing while still containing Edenian design elements that were used on Kitana, Jade, etc.
19. Viking (Erik) - Everyone knows about the Shokan, the Tarkatans, the Centaurs. But there is another race of Outworlders that has been hidden from the general populace, but are reemerging. The Veikins. Many centuries, maybe even millennia ago, this Viking-like race used to be among the other races of Outworld. However, they were brutish, ill-tempered, and savage, even by Outworld standards. Shao Kahn banished them to the frozen seas of Outworld, but instead of perishing, they thrived. They ruled the frozen wastelands of Outworlds and established a community. They even made contact with Earthrealm and inspired what would be Vikings. Now, with a political shift happening in Outworld, the Veikins are coming out of hiding to establish themselves amongst the Outworld people. Their chief, Erik, is joining the tournament to usher in a new era for the Veikins. Visually, Erik looks like a typical Viking with Viking armor, unkempt hair, and a beard. However, his face resembles that of a dwarf. He is not as small as one though. He main weapon is a battle ax
20. Gladiator - The gladiator is the new Kahn’s champion and loyal subject. He has fought in numerous gladiator games and emerged champion. He even enjoyed a brief stint in being a soldier of Outworld’s armies. Now, serving as an enforcer and general for the new Kahn, he fights in the tournament to establish the new Outworld rule. Visually, he takes cues from traditional Roman gladiators and Reiko, more specifically his MK: Armageddon look
21. Plant Based Character (Flora) - A denizen of the Outworld jungles, Flora has control of plant life and is a protector of the numerous jungles and forests in Outworld. She has killed numerous people who dared to threaten the Outworld plant life and nature. Her power over plants is so great, some think she is a God or demi-God of plants. She has been solitary for most of her life tending to the jungles. She never approved of any of the Kahns due to their neglect of Outworld’s nature nor did she particularly have any interest in other realms or the Mortal Kombat tournament. However, with this new Kahn and new tournament, Flora joins to ensure that the Kahn knows his place and to let him know that nature is the true emperor of Outworld. So she’s basically the Poison Ivy of the MK universe. I know people wanted a plant based character for MK, and I’ve seen them make that character a ninja. However, I believe making her a ninja is too limiting. Have her be her own person allows for more creative freedom for her design and story
22. Ogre/Yokai - The sub boss of this hypothetical game. He is as big as Goro and looks similar to an ogre, yokai, or oni. The latter two being Japanese mythological monsters. He is the main enforcer of the boss. He is physically imposing and fights using a club
23. Boss - The new big bad of the game. Funny enough, he is the character I have almost no story for him yet. And I don’t know how he will play. I do, however, have him modeled after Genghis Khan. But story-wise, he is a self-declared Kahn that has already formed his own court and is more cunning in his methods as compared to Shao Kahn. Instead of outright invasion and intimidation, he measles his ways into other realms affairs through different means. However, he is not above using underhanded tactics or brute force

I'm kind of new to Baki; I came to know of it from JoJo communities when people recommended it as a similar anime, but I still slept on it for a while.
But I finally started watching it when Baki Hanma: Son of Ogre released since it had a Hindi dub, I figured I'll watch it in order later. And I loved it!
I think the dub is quite fantastic with VAs fitting their roles perfectly (Oliva's being my favorite). And the script doesn't seem to be too far off the original dialogue (since I kept the subs on still.)
It's a shame that the 2018 series didn't get a dub, but I hope the next season does.
(I'm especially curious to see how they'll translate some panels like Yujiro's " you fat fyck" and Jack's hole speech.)

From book called "A LAND UNKNOWN: Hell's Dominion" by B.W. Melvin (Bryan Melvin)
EXCERPT 1:
As He [Jesus] was speaking to me, these thoughts entered my mind: “It is appointed once for a man to die. When it is not that time, returning is an option decided. Children were raised; others were raised, as it was not their appointed hour, but mine. God is a God of the living and not the dead. When you arrive, say two words at that particular point of overwhelming and they are: My Name in your tongue and my Title.” At the end of these words, He reached into His robe and withdrew keys of many odd shapes and design, all bound by a connecting brass rung. Taking one key from the ring, he turned toward a door that appeared like a wall of mist that lay off to His left-hand side. As He inserted this key into the doorway that was arched like a gate, the mist parted, unrolling as a scroll, exposing a greenish-black narrow hole. In this hole there appeared a tunnel that led neither down, up, sideways, this way, or that. It was just there: a vortex.
EXCERPT 2:
The creature before me had a vile appearance. It stood about fourfeet-eight inches tall and had somewhat human features. Its skin color was dark yellowish-green with a moldy texture. Its skin appeared reptilian/saurian like. It had human raptor-like feet and a short chunky tail. Its teeth resembled those of a shark. Its breath was so foul that the very atmosphere surrounding it was like heat waves off of sun-drenched pavement on a hot summer day. Its steamy breath distorted its round human-like reptilian face and gave it an appearance of having many eyes; yet, it had two or maybe three at the most. With its lizard-like arms it tried to grab me in an evil embrace of welcome. All I could do was repeat a Name and a Title, which caused it to retreat a short distance away. I felt a presence behind me, but I was too afraid to turn my gaze from the creature to look. This small foul smelling ogre’s eyes kept darting at something in back of me that was emitting a blue purplish hue. The ghoul just grinned and muttered out loud. I stood facing this murmuring hissing creature. Gesturing with its hands and jabbering gibberish mixed with a few words of English, this ghastly being appeared to be attempting to speak to me like a foreigner trying to explain directions to a tourist with a limited vocabulary in which to converse. I was the tourist. It was difficult to understand. This beast seemed to be saying in a deep raspy guttural tone of broken English mixed with gibberish I did not understand and said, “Come follow me, (gerrr); I’ll show you half of the Kingdom. (hara-is) Come follow me (hisss) and have (errr) half of the Kingdom. (Alla ohst) Come (Sur-grrr) follow me through the veil; a road out, to, from, above, lies beyond (hesee). It’s been granted to thee to see, (grr-eko) follow me (ahka)” This disgusting foul smelling saurian brute walked with a shuffling manner towards the skyline, which was bathed orange-red by sunset, motioning for me to follow. Away from the house on the hill, away from the apparitions inside its walls, it walked. I followed continuously speaking a Name and Title as fast as I could without cease. Coming to what appeared to be the end of the horizon, the creature reached forth and parted the skyline as one would a curtain or veil. It walked through the torn hole bidding me to follow. I walked through this jagged frayed crack in the skyline and gazed upon a land unknown and best forgotten that was waiting on the other side, beckoning to be seen. Then it dawned on me where I was: the fiery pit, hell’s deep hole.
EXCERPT 3:
I followed the rank creature and immediately emerged on the other side of the horizon. A wide, dirty, flat, barren expanse of land gently sloped downward, betraying an endless circular spiral of misery. On the left side of the coiled grade were rows and rows of cubes with more cubes columned high, forming a wall of ten-by-ten foot partitions mirroring the events displayed inside. Each cube was stacked six high, marring each ascending and descending spiraling level’s wall like a dirty mirror. The wide expanse was a road. Strange entities were traveling on it. This wide dusty road ended at a circular void, highlighting the center of this hellish domain. The cubes appeared encompassed by thin smoke-tinted, gelatinlike walls. Each cube appeared to be about ten feet by ten feet square. You could see into these but not out of them. Within every chamber resided an individual person, trapped, unable to escape as I had.
Looking through the torn wall of the cube I had just stepped out of, the house and tree within were hauntingly calling my name to return. Perplexed, I stepped back for another glance at this cubicle. I was surprised that it was so small. Inside it had seemed so large! Turning, I saw the lizard-like being a few feet from me, reaching its ugly, greenish-yellow arms as if to drag me away to a desperate fate. Boxer style, I blocked the attempt. This fiend stepped back, grinning ear to ear. This beast began hissing and making strange murmurs that sounded as if it were trying to say something. It rocked back and forth while gesturing with its hands like it was in a hurry to go someplace. The creature’s mutterings became loud within my ears, as if one were turning up the volume on a buzzing amp. I became dizzy. My sight was briefly distorted. Then, in a flash, everything came back into sharp focus. Despite its hissing and gibberish, I began to strangely understand its speech without difficulty. While I could hear it speak in another language, I heard in plain English. This creature began speaking in broken rhymes in a rough, raspy manner, interrupted often with highpitched screeches. It spoke: “Dimensions of eternity hold no bounds. A small area can appear as big as a country or as small as an ant’s hole. Neither size nor depth matters here; only space fashioned by one’s mind. Within the walls one cannot escape what one dreads the most. I am (a) HOST here. What one sows is what one REAPS! What one sows is what one REAPS! What one sows is what one REAPS! Come, follow me.” The devilish host pointed across the wide, vacant expanse of road. Within its spongy, dry, brown dirt, small maggot-like creatures arose, squealed, and dipped back into little dark holes like insects. Hissing and spitting this lizardlike brute said, “Come and see, it’s been granted to thee.
Let’s first move on over to the ledge of this wide road.” All I could do was proceed continuously speaking a Name and Title. I wanted to wake up so badly. The fear was overwhelming. How could this be? Long ago, I argued that this place did not exist, but now, here I was. Seeing became believing. Following the foul beast, we both walked out onto the broad barren road, away from the cubes towards what appeared to be a cliff-like ledge, dropping into emptiness. We passed several lone, peculiar creatures roaming about. Passing these, we reached the road’s edge. Looking up and down, it seemed as if I were in the middle of a spiral staircase. Above was a winding, ascending spiral, and below a descending one as far as the eye could see. In the middle was a doughnut hole of space, like the inside of a pit. In awe, I watched bizarre beings moving through this space as if being lifted by some strange force, while others appeared to be climbing translucent, vaporous beams. Upon the roadway, hoards of peculiar entities moved in loose packs. One such pack came and encompassed us.
There, surrounding us on every side, were creatures both small and great in stature. Their features were ferocious, yet soft, then hideous, and then deceptively gentle. Some resembled animals, a few looked snake-like, many appeared almost human, and others were similar to serpents with round heads, sinewy arms, and short, lizard-like legs.
These were strange beings. Several looked almost human but had three faces on the orb of their head. Each face continuously revolved horizontally round and round. With every rotation, their facial features meshed with fluttering appearances into the next. Their eyes were dark and deceptive. They all varied in colors and hues. One particular creature, standing off in the distance, had skin with a purplish, glowing, light-blue tone. It had three faces like the others had, but it was stunningly beautiful. The faces slowly orbited around the orb of its purplish head. I could not tell if it was manlike or not due to a concealing garment it wore around its body. It was out there watching in sullen silence, motionless, just staring at me while emitting a purplish-blue aura. I saw several milling around us that appeared like “walking stick” insects with human-like faces about onethird of the way down their body. Other creatures reminded me of tree trunks and plants with human characteristics.
Many of the apparitions gathered around us appeared like gargoyles without wings. These varied in height from a few inches to around five feet tall. The colors of these creatures’ skin all varied in dark hues. Every one of the gargoyle entities wore odd-looking pants from the waste down. Some wore robes. All around me were a vast array of odd beings of diverse shapes, and on the road lived small creatures that resembled worms. As I watched these creatures, they at first looked harmlessly pleasant, but then, as I stared, I saw them transform into hideousness before my eyes.
The entities with the rotating faces seemed tallest. Lengthwise the snake and serpent-shaped ones appeared longest. The “walking stick” creatures varied in size and length. It was an incredible sight. A costume designer for a horror movie would be gravely perplexed to recreate this scene The noise from this place was incredible, the smell, sickening. The sights were mesmerizing. I stood, adapting to this place with all its creatures lurking about. I slowly began to realize that this hissing, human-lizard-like ghastly being was showing me around this domain as a guide would a tourist at a seaside resort, but this was not a resort. It looked at me and said, “Turn to the walls and look upon the stacks of boxes, each upon a row, and row upon row; stacked six high they go along the road and as far back as they can go. Inside are souls with many friends for each; yes, some friends leave while others like to stay with our guest. The levels of this spiral way spin thither and yon, descending lower where the blessings grow. Come and see; granted thee. Come follow me back to where the boxes grow.” In a limping fashion, this fiend dragged its ugly feet along, creating weak puffs of dust as we headed back toward the front ranks of cubes located across this wide expanse of ugly terrain. Reaching these, the creature came to the border where two cubes met and walked between them without effort into some sort of secret passageway.
In like manner, I followed. As I entered, the cube’s walls eerily parted like ripples from a stone splashing in water. A path came into view, revealing more cubes that lay behind the ones on the front row. It was a maze of narrow hallways that lay beyond, leading to cubicles further back. Cube after connecting cube were all pressed tightly against these narrow passageways. As I began to walk between these compartments, the bordering walls would expand just enough for my body to rub uneasily against it. While I moved, the walls would close in behind leaving me feeling eerily claustrophobic. The walls felt warm and much like a dolphin’s skin feels to the touch. Walking between the cubes, I noticed that at different locations the pathways would at one turn be pressed together, and at another turn they would become narrow hallways; then, at another turn, small wedge-shaped rooms appeared where the cubes did not press tightly against each other. More narrow passageways led to the farthest cells that lay against what appeared to be the back wall of a pit located a great distance from the roadway. Where we were walking, the floor was the same ugly brown dirt of the road, and the ceiling was made up of the cubes stacked above. The cubes were stacked six high. To go up or down to the next highest or lowest cubicle, all one had to do was desire it and the walls from the surrounding cells would morph, forming stairs that reached the destination one wanted.
The host walked ahead of me. We walked between the cubes for what seemed a long time. Inside every square cell resided a single person along with several creatures. These creatures gave the illusion of being people, animals, trees, and incredible things. Every person was imprisoned in his or her own private prison. All were in varying degrees of anguish, according to the deeds and actions done in life, to life, against life, even for life, both the bad and the good. Truly, this is a land best forgotten.
I could see into each cube in some strange form of double vision. It was like viewing the cubicles from the outside, at the same time seeing the inside of these abodes as one of its inhabitants saw it. For reasons unknown to me how or why, the people and creatures inside seemed to be a little less than two thirds of their normal size. Odd!
We walked between and passed cube after cube, up and down. Some were empty, but the vast majority had a person trapped inside. If I looked up, there was a bottom view of a person’s wretched cell and the events that were being enacted inside. Looking right to left I saw more people living out scenarios once lived in mortal life, but now with strange creatures as companions and props. Turning to the right, I could see people enjoying their stay, but then they would grow sullen because the scene never changed. Moving on, I glanced and saw a woman dressed in dated garments of a century gone by sitting, on a beach, mindlessly drawing circles in the sand. Then we passed an old man trying to catch a fish in a pond. It all looked so surreal. What had these people done to deserve such a boring fate? Was not there supposed to be fire and brimstone here? We traveled between more cubes. The sides of these eerily rubbed against the texture of my skin. Everywhere I gazed, I could not help but see people individually trapped inside. Each person lost in the illusions that their personal prison portrayed.
There, in a cube, a young man resided who seemed to be attending a costume ball. He appeared to be enjoying himself rather well. Then the party guests began to cruelly ridicule him. Passing this cell to the next, I saw another person being flogged on what appeared to be an old sailing ship sinking in an ocean; just prior to this he was enjoying being captain on that ship. We moved on. Suddenly the sides of a cube formed stairs. The ugly host pointed at the stairs and said, “Come, climb to the upper ones above.” Ascending upward, we then emerged somewhere on the top sixth row near the back wall. This level was different than the rest, reeking of deception and quiet gloom. The floor here took on an ashen-grayburning-ember hue and masked the views of the people trapped below. It was echoing quiet. All that could be heard were sounds of many shuffling feet. Before me lay a grand hallway that stretched into the distance before ending. This hall was bordered on both sides by cubicles. The ceiling arched upward cathedral fashion into the dirt roof of the pit. Soiled green linen-like drapes, adorning the hall, often eerily rubbed against me like unseen cobwebs concealed in shadows. Down the long, semi-narrow corridor, I could see several large foul beings quietly sitting upon a platform where a podium resided. From my vantage point this cathedral walkway appeared shaped like a sideways ‘T’ with the podium’s stage marking the apexes’ intersection.
At the central apex, the hall branched out of sight towards the back wall, while the other leg stretched straight onward before me. Inside these halls, were sporadic groups of shadowy creatures walking, huddled together, shoulderto-shoulder, and steadily plodding past us. Each cluster glumly passed, vacantly starring blindly ahead, never noticing we were there. Separate groups would enter various cubes to my left, which were pressed tightly against the back wall, and then vanished from view. These gaggles were arriving from the apex up ahead, turning either right or left, while the large, foul beings watched these processions mutely plod on from the podium area. Then, I spied that purplish-aqua-blue entity prowling in the dim gloom. As soon as I saw it, I thought I could hear words faintly whispering through the stark ominous silence of this great hallway saying, “The way is broad, enter here, enter there; it matters not where. Enter here or enter there; it matters not how. Follow me here, follow me there, it matters not where; just follow me here.” The center apex of the hall drew closer. The grisly host before me stopped, turned, grinned, and motioned for me to enter between cubes to our right, back toward the road. As we proceeded, its loud gnarly voice broke the hushed silence of this shadowy hall, saying, “Some enter here and are moved to where boxes grow. Others enter there through spinning tubes where boxes wait. It matters not how, as long as they keep entering this Grand Palace!” We began descending morphing stairs till reaching the bottom row. A labyrinth of right and left turns soon greeted our strides. Abruptly, we emerged from between two cubes back onto the spiraling roadway.
Walking between these was like a foretaste of things to come and prepared my senses to comprehend what lay ahead. Standing a few feet from me, this beastly host creature leered at me, as it stood stone-like on the wide, dusty road. Its foul-smelling breath was distorting its face. It seemed as if it had many eyes moving in a kaleidoscope of scathing eyeballs. Leering. Staring. Scathing. Glaring.
EXCERPT 4:
Walking along on the fifth story of cubes was a new nightmare. Seeing those termed as ‘nice’ confined here had shaken me. However, with each passing scene the ‘nice’ were in reality quite different than first perceived. Many diverse desires corrupted their lives. Some desires seemed noble and good. Other desires were just plain bad. No matter, they all corrupted. That uniquely arrogant, condescending, asserting-your-rights-nomatter- the-cost attitude brought many here. This desire unknowingly deceived and defiled scores of victims. Many used this as an excuse to slay those they viewed as weak, according to their own twisted opinions. When encountering any person perceived as a potential threat, or not meeting their preconceived standards, they sought to slay careers, marriages, hopes, and dreams of anyone they saw as not fit.
This attitude was carried over at home, at play, and everywhere they went. If you failed to live up to their predetermined standards, you were marked as prey to be taught a lesson, or targeted for abuse. It comes in many forms, from gossiping slander to creating scapegoats; all in order to rule others’ lives like a king or queen, and then hope to be perceived by others as something great for their own ego’s reward. Cube after cube were passed by. There, inside a cubicle, a man from 1890 who gave to the poor only to be seen by others, so he could be exalted as being something great. He went about claiming how vast his giving was, just to earn accolades from the masses. He was a true hypocrite claiming other wealthy persons should pay their fair share, because he paid a mere pittance from his immense net worth.
He neglected those he employed, paid them low wages, and only through his corporation’s profits did he give to the poor. Now he was encapsulated in a cube as a beggar begging for bread while a crowd of people passed him by, spitting on him as they went. Across form this cell was another man from days gone by, who was wedged inside a barrel that was jammed inside a narrow cave. This man was stingy with the things given during life. He was being deprived of the things he once horded. Creatures chained to the floor of his habitat would place certain items before his face that would aid his escape. He could not reach these because his arms were immobile, stuck tight by his sides, unable to move.
Then we passed a woman, washing clothes upon a rock in a muddy stream wearing the garments of Africa. Despite being pious and performing nice deeds, she was caught up in pride and greed. She envied her neighbor’s goods, complained a lot, and spoke badly about a young woman she did not really know because she thought she looked more beautiful than her. She perceived her as weak and in need of a lesson that only she could teach. How dare this one try to take her place in the community! She would put a stop to that, and nip it in the bud! She never really knew this other woman, but that did not matter. She perceived her a threat to her status and continually slandered the woman’s excellent character. The other woman turned the other cheek after each libelous attack. This was viewed as weakness. She was like a cat toying with a wounded mouse. She told herself that she was just trying to teach that woman a lesson, but in truth it was only a grudge justified to slay: to remove one more beautiful than she.
Down by the stream stood a creature imitating the beautiful woman that she reviled without cause, telling her the things she once reasoned true but now found a lie. She became the mouse. The creature, like a cat, began to play. We moved on, leaving this scene. What one sows is what one reaps. People inhabiting this fifth row of cubes were all mixed together. This row did not class people together with common anguishes or punishments. In fact, no level really did. However, the sixth row reeked of something different waiting above. You could not help but feel an ominous sensation radiating down onto you. The sixth row was reserved for certain types of people, and we were on our way there.
Walking behind the ambling lizard-like being, I came to another square cell on the fifth row high, where resided a cruel woman who had died in the 1950’s, full of malice, being beaten with a hairbrush as she used to do to her children. She used to speak vilely to her children, and then used a hairbrush to bring home some arbitrary, meaningless point. She also tormented her husband in many diverse ways. What she once did to others was now happening to her. It was easy to clearly see why these cruel people were here. Feeling waves of apprehension, the others along these passageways still troubled me because they appeared nicer than the cruel people were, and yet they were here. One minute, I felt I understood why they all were here in this place, and in another, I was not so sure. It was like something following me was causing uncertainty. As I felt this, I tried to remember the montage of words spoken to me from above hoping they would provide aid again. The host creature interrupted my attempt for relief by yelling furiously, “Come on – come on, hurry up! Curse God, curse me – how can this be? How can a Most High leave all the nice people in boxes? Crying? Hurting? Come on Curse God – curse me. How can a Most High let this be?”
This foul beast motioned to move on. I followed this creature along the maze of narrow halls between cubes. It seemed like we were heading toward the far back wall. The further we went back, the passageways became wider and the triangular rooms more numerous. We came to another open area with a limited view of the ominous sixth row high. Sitting along the edges of what would be the roofs of the cubes located on the fifth row sat several creepy, shadowy creatures of varied sizes. Many looked like gargoyles without wings. Others looked harmless, beautifully sublime. All emanated devious vibes. As the creatures saw me passing below them, they began to discourse amongst themselves. “How can the Most High leave people bound in famine?” “Yeah, and tied to earthly plights beyond compare?” “Don’t forget leaving these to war.” “Yeah, floods that perish, storms that steal, how can a most high leave these be?” “Oh, that must be mercy? HA! HA!” “Aye, and then brought here to be with us?” “Fair? Just? Ha! Merciful? HA!” “You, walking there, are foolhardy to think that mercy the Most High has.” “Come on, come on, and hurry up down there! Curse you, curse me you little foul fleet-footed twit!” “Ha! Ha! Ha! You foolish, foul, fleet-footed fool! God creates calamities and we reap the rewards! Fair, Ha!! Mercy! Don’t make me laugh.” Their mocking was intense. Fear began to return with each battering I received from their words. All I could do was what I had been doing, speaking two words fast, like the staccato from a machine gun, “Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ!” and walk the gauntlet of hate-filled creatures following the host into the unknown. I wanted to answer them but I dared not stop speaking those two words. I wanted to curse them back, yell, to tell them to go away, but I could not. Their cruel taunting words kept hammering away at me. It was as though they could perceive my thoughts but not my mind and I thought back hard: “How could these beings say such matters? There were no children here, nor any disabled by fault of reason. These creatures’ many devices cause wars. As for the earth, it lives and breathes as designed. To be caught in one of its spasms seems more by chance than folly. One must be ready for eternity’s call at any moment, is what I see. “Yes, God knows all. He gave us intelligence to reason. Could we learn or be granted insight into where a calamity may next befall either by technology, divine insight, or a combination of both? Is this what was meant by man subduing the earth? “We build the buildings that collapse, not God, and yet He receives all the blame. Fair? No! And then, how dare they call me a foul, fleetfooted fool?”
I wanted to yell this out loud and curse all these creatures, but I felt oddly restrained to keep my mouth to myself and to continue walking, following that host creature shuffling along in front of me. I could hear many deep, raspy voices echoing in the halls. “You Fool! You bleak-eyed twit! How dare you think?” “Ha! Ha! Ha!” “No answers and never find any.” “Ha! Ha! Ha!” I was becoming incensed with rage at these beings because of the doubt they sow. Then the peaceful and powerful thoughts from above returned, challenging the taunts, and strengthening my wavering mind with quiet resolve with these words: “True, the earth is designed to move and breathe according to need. When a spasm arises, redemption is in the design. God chose us to choose Him, but will we? “When that tower fell so long ago, at Siloam, the question was not in who made it fall, or why it fell, or if those afflicted were more guilty than the rest, but rather raised the question of what type of redemption really redeems? “Yes, many read into events, accidents, diseases, earth calamities, and assign blame and cause. That is easy to do. However, does this type of redemption truly redeem? “Hmmm, when calamity strikes, where would you be found? Aiding the helpless? Comforting the afflicted? Doing nothing? Join in the looting? Host an argument to find blame? What truly redeems? “Yes, God chose us to choose Him, but will we? God squeezes and fashions light by generating darkness; from this, God refines harmony’s balance by initiating calamity. When calamity arises, redemption is in the design. Aiding fingers need many hands.” A brief silence filled the cavernous halls at the cessation of these words. The authoritative thoughts caused more muffled mocking to slowly intensify again. Soon, contemptuous scoffing resonated loudly in the gloomy passageways, each voice agonizing over the subject amongst themselves.
Then, the reptilian host suddenly stopped, turned and growled, “Enough, enough, hear no more. Up we go, follow me, the sixth row high boxes wait; come, follow me, half the kingdom offered thee. Come, follow me – up we go.” I did not want to go. The sixth row high from the road reeked of doom. The walls of a nearby cell morphed into narrow stairs. The creature went up. I traversed the ascent to the sixth row with great trepidation. Upon reaching this height the venue changed. The residences on this level still retained the ten-by-ten feet dimension, but these were set differently than the other rows previously seen. The walkway between these were wider and the triangle-shaped chambers larger. The ceiling was the same ugly dirt as the spiral road and roofs of the fifth-row cubicles were the floors here. The flooring was no longer a transparent smoky tan color as seen before, below, but now had an ashen-gray, burning-ember tinge. The cubes bordering the road area spread back in a fan shape just like on the other rows, but this extension ended a great distance from where the wide road was located. You could tell that the cubes packed tight, and fan like, led toward the spiral road. The other cubes placed in ranks governed the direction to the pit’s far wall. This was the only area where I had some sense of direction. Also on this level were many individual cubes set apart from the rest. The short saurian ogre was cursing everything. Its foul breath reeked stale and hot in the viscose air. However, this was not air, as we know it, nor was the act of breathing the same as how we humans breathe. In fact, breathing was more like exhaling in a manner that only served to support speech as long as you spoke, and nothing else.
This diabolical escort began speaking: “Each step we take is a take indeed on we go and on we go. Half the kingdom offered thee.” Looking behind me, the creature stopped speaking and stood stone still, pointing. I quickly turned. There in the near distance was that purplish entity, its faces rotating round and round, each full of seductive beauty and profound malice. I heard it speak. “Will thou follow me?” I said nothing in reply except the words “Jesus Christ,” non-stop. “A Most High Author of all? How can He be truly just and perfect and allow the things you have seen?” It was hypnotic, the words it spoke: “An offer given – will thou follow me? Curse God, come, follow me.” My head felt dizzy. Doubts flooded my mind about God and all His mercy and perfect justice. The reptilian host creature stood grinning from ear to ear. I continued to mutter a name and a title louder: “Jesus Christ, JESUS CHRIST!” At the loud mention of this Name and Title that strange purplish being beguilingly vanished between the cubes as though seeking pity for having received a great wound to its smugness.
Immediately, as though nothing had happened, the rank host began hobbling in the direction where the spiral road lay below. The walkways between the cubes became narrow again. I could feel the purplish creature’s presence receding in the murkiness, yet it remained lurking in the distance for another chance to devour. About this time I had the paradoxical sense that we were approaching the bottom of a bottomless pit, but in reality we were somewhere on the sixth row, six cubes high, located somewhere along a spiral road in a land best forgotten but not left unseen. The lizard guide continued onward, pointing to this cube and that. I cannot adequately express the misery I saw inside these square cells. Some people were mutilated; others sat in darkness or flames. In one, I saw a man, a warrior of Mongolia from long ago, experiencing terrible thirst while tied to the ground with what appeared to be insects crawling on his personage, each bug taunting him all the while: “You put me here, now a tasty taste of your own fun!”
I turned and looked into the cubicle opposite his, and there was another man experiencing a battery of unkind words that continually assailed his mind. He was an abuser during his mortal sojourn on earth. He beat his family quite often with words and at times with fists. He derived great pleasure from this, as it made him feel good and in control. He told his sons and daughters, “You are scum; you’ll never amount to nothing! Do as I say boy (with an upraised hand). Woman – what did you do with my pants! How dare you – you witch.” These words were now coming back to haunt him. He sat on a brown sofa in a room with algae green curtains that were opened, exposing a sliding glass door. He sat with the sun to his back, drinking what appeared to be a glass of beer, but in fact it was nothing at all except a prop. There he was, while invisible voices assailed his mind. He remained seated with an all-consuming anger in his eyes, listening to the words he once spoke over and over again, but now each word was returning to him. During my stay in this place, I always heard the cubes click at certain times. Each timed tick would be followed by a click, and the cubes would move and ever so slowly began descending to new levels located somewhere below.
As the cubes moved, torments increased, and the scenes inside the cells changed for those trapped inside. On the sixth row high, when the cubes moved we also moved, just as we did on the proceeding levels below. Here on this row, it felt as though I was approaching the bottom of a bottomless pit, yet I was still six cubes high, off the road that lay somewhere out of sight. I witnessed a nightmare of events as we traveled along these passageways. Every person that I saw inside his or her cube was living in his or her own private night terror. Each person’s worst nightmare had become a reality. The most violent and cruel received various forms of mutilations, while others were experiencing mental torments which they had personally devised for others in their time on earth. As the cubes moved, torments increased by degrees. There was such despair, hopelessness, and extreme loneliness here. The weeping was like one long, droning sound. Isolation was the common factor for all, and separation from God was very pronounced. I noticed that so many of these people had simply accepted their fate, while others cursed God, cursed the creatures that appeared to them as companions, and cursed themselves. I saw men and women trapped in cubes that reeked of despairing gloom and deep darkness. Some appeared to be in houses that were decorated like the ones they once lived in. Still there were others bound, unable to move, while buglike creatures crawled in and out of their mouths. The people were shouting, “No! This can’t be happening! I want to wake up!”
Another cube passed, and inside were several creatures strapping a man clad in ancient Roman garb to a cross and driving short spikes into his wrists and near the ankles. He was once a soldier, a leader of men of battles fought long ago. He had ordered many to be crucified along a road. Here he was now, as he had once done; now it was done to him over and over again, feeling all the pain fresh and new each time. Over there I saw a woman who had claimed to be a real witch in the 1890’s. She was trapped inside a coffin. She would scratch the inside trying to get out, and still could see herself on the outside looking in while shadowy figures stood outside mocking her. It had been her worst nightmare during her earthly life. She had dreamed this often, but now it was real. She was cruel toward those who tried to love her, and here it was being repaid in kind. Her cube clicked and moved, and we moved along with it. The scene changed. The coffin opened. She sat straight up, screaming hateinspired terror at everything that moved. Every lost soul in this place was experiencing degrees of severe isolation, loneliness, gloom, boredom, and despair. It was as if these people became totally resigned to his or her fate. It was though the anguishes seen here were being given back in full measure, to each according to every unkind word spoken, every slanderous lie told, all filthy thoughts relished, all covetousness practiced, every hidden dirty passion that had been enjoyed; every foul deed’s motives were completely exposed, totally without excuse.
There seemed to be a whispering ambiance in the air that sounded like a gentle wind rustling leaves in the twilight of a summer evening, and was speaking something like this to all the inhabitants: “You, in here, chose to walk away from the only way, even though many times you were called to restrain and return; you refused. Look at what you made of your life, and what you did. How can you remain and continue to defile the holy way provided? “One with an intellect and reason has responsibilities, and to force you to change now is impossible. Why? Could it be because your intellect and reason would continually pervert the change, renewing detestation toward God if consequences do not last? “Just because you were given the gift of a living mind granted latitude to reason with intelligence, you, here, find fault with judgment? What was given as a gift, life, cannot be taken back once sealed by eternity’s ways. If so, what was done before would remain and a gift would no longer be a gift as originally consigned. “How can the Most High change your reason here, from this, if you failed to heed then? To change your intellect and reason now would make you like a lowly beast, or a slave, who serves out of fear and hates those above due to perceived resentments. How do you think that one before was found to have iniquity in his heart, and what this means?
“If you were allowed to be free from these torments, after serving some time here, in a thousand years you would return to your ways knowing you would just be punished, serve a little time, and be free again. No justice in that. “You, here and there, say blast me off into an eternal nothingness! To do so would be against the nature provided by the Most High. He cannot curse His own being that cannot help but breathe life. “There are many who desire this type of destruction, but life cannot beget death of the kind that breeds eternal nothingness. However, it is not impossible to do this, but again that would be against the nature of all things consigned. What does it matter when the matter was decided to be a matter of fact? “You, in here, perverted life’s free gifts, and changed it all just to suit personal cravings and desire. You kept the wrong life, live. You neglected family, fostered envy, slew people with your words, sought to be king of the hill, thought you knew what was best, brought others low deemed as unfit. You, in here, made life ugly where you were assigned by all manner of means to rationalize your selfish gratifications.
“You, there, rejected the chance to escape this fate and gleefully accepted the free ride that falsely promised to turn stones to bread, turn every perceived want and desire into some form of power that was perceived as just a “benefit”, and promised that you were exempt from all the calamities you created during your mortal sojourn. “You challenge by saying that if God truly was allpowerful and merciful, He could change those down here with the wave of His hand. How can one really change your mind now if you would not freely listen then? You would learn to view this as a spanking, just temporary punishment, to make you behave for a while, but then you would return to your own vomiting reason every few thousand years. Corruption would only beget more corruption unless restrained, confined, here.”
This quiet ambiance’s gentle rustlings stirred many inside their cubes to curse God, themselves, the creatures; but it also caused them to understand and accept their fate, while awaiting a future judgment’s final verdict’s decree, and then…?

You get a total life span of 1500 years but... every century you have a main quest. You stay middle aged(Meaning you only stay a kid for 18 years) You can't be born with defects or anything that would hinder you If you accept you are transported back to 1800 to start. Nothing can slowly wear you down(Like alcohol. You will develop Resistance to it which resets every year). You have rapid healing and you are send back with knowledge which will aid you in completing your mission. Your IQ also raises to 150. There are things in the world that can raise your IQ. You can't get brain defects, although you can slowly lose your feelings given enough time. There are easy loopholes to each mission. If you die or fail then the century will restart. After you are done there will be 500 years of world peace. 1800: Catch and detain Jack the ripper(Alive or dead) 1900: infiltrate and defeat Germany, Italy, and Japan from within(Or the United nations, It depends on your race) 2000: Prevent 9/11 and find everyone involved. Also save 100,000 people 2100: Battle an AI superhuman(You are both looking for each other) The superhuman is as smart as you but it's IQ can't raise. 2200: Travel back to 1800 to stop a time traveler who is trying to kill you. 2300: The ogre(Yujiro Hanma)Pickle and Baki, Plus the death row inmates and other men from the anime "Baki" have transported to this world. He will kill you at 2399. You must train your strength for 99 years to prepare to beat them. If you believe you are strong enough you can chase them down at any time(Your limiter is gone so you are able to get insanely strong with no limit) 2400: Survive a punch from the one punch man 2500: Participate in the Holy Grail War and wish to restore nature on planet earth. 2600: Beat Archie sonic and Wally west in a race 2700: Defeat: scp 3812, Crimson king, Xeno goku, House of ideas vision, Lucifer, Featherine, Azathoth, The worm, Living tribunal, Maturin, Elaine, True ren, Nyarlathotep, mekhane, Penny wise (true form), Rune king Thor, The darkest night, Bernkstall, Hypnos, Cosmic armor superman, All monitors in the DC verse, Mister Mxyzptlk(Mr. Mxy) and Sun wukong 2800: Defeat the final bosses: The leviathan(Unwritten), The weaver, The presence, the one above all, Auren the absolute, and you... For the next 500 years there is world peace. You can live happily ever after

You get a total life span of 1500 years but... every century you have a main quest. You stay middle aged(Meaning you only stay a kid for 18 years) You can't be born with defects or anything that would hinder you If you accept you are transported back to 1800 to start. Nothing can slowly wear you down(Like alcohol. You will develop Resistance to it which resets every year). You have rapid healing and you are send back with knowledge which will aid you in completing your mission. Your IQ also raises to 150. There are things in the world that can raise your IQ. You can't get brain defects, although you can slowly lose your feelings given enough time. There are easy loopholes to each mission. If you die or fail then the century will restart. After you are done there will be 500 years of world peace. 1800: Catch and detain Jack the ripper(Alive or dead) 1900: infiltrate and defeat Germany, Italy, and Japan from within(Or the United nations, It depends on your race) 2000: Prevent 9/11 and find everyone involved. Also save 100,000 people 2100: Battle an AI superhuman(You are both looking for each other) The superhuman is as smart as you but it's IQ can't raise. 2200: Travel back to 1800 to stop a time traveler who is trying to kill you. 2300: The ogre(Yujiro Hanma)Pickle and Baki, Plus the death row inmates and other men from the anime "Baki" have transported to this world. He will kill you at 2399. You must train your strength for 99 years to prepare to beat them. If you believe you are strong enough you can chase them down at any time(Your limiter is gone so you are able to get insanely strong with no limit) 2400: Survive a punch from the one punch man 2500: Participate in the Holy Grail War and wish to restore nature on planet earth. 2600: Beat Archie sonic and Wally west in a race 2700: Defeat: scp 3812, Crimson king, Xeno goku, House of ideas vision, Lucifer, Featherine, Azathoth, The worm, Living tribunal, Maturin, Elaine, True ren, Nyarlathotep, mekhane, Penny wise (true form), Rune king Thor, The darkest night, Bernkstall, Hypnos, Cosmic armor superman, All monitors in the DC verse, Mister Mxyzptlk(Mr. Mxy) and Sun wukong 2800: Defeat the final bosses: The leviathan(Unwritten), The weaver, The presence, the one above all, Auren the absolute, and you... For the next 500 years there is world peace. You can live happily ever after

It played throughout the first season of Son of Orge during the biscuit Olivia saga. The main scene i can think of is after Baki slapped Rumina into the water and when he shakes his hand and says they are friends. That super soft melody, anyone know the name of it? I’d really appreciate the help as it’s my favorite song and I have been unable to find it
https://youtu.be/PU7LvAQpZk0?feature=shared

Baki has gotten bored fighting cavemen, samurai clones, ogres, and reincarnated sumo legends so now he's going to fight mutants. Baki challenges Beast from the X-Men to a fight. Beast accepts. Who wins?
Fight in a neutral arena. Both are in character but fighting seriously.

• Round 1 Kid Baki versus Original Mutation Beast
  
• Round 2: FatheSon Fight Baki versus Classic Blue Beast
  
• Round 3: Peak Baki versus Peak Beast
  

I sprinted outside to see neighbors outside crying for their loved ones. Some people hiding, under their porches, in their houses, in the bushes. As if they know if their seen by the heavenly creatures they might just turn to ash. Others were raging cursing that aliens were stealing our souls.
“MOM, DAD…hic..hng….LIZZIE!! WHERE ARE YOU!” I screamed and screamed through my sobs, but there was no one. A truck came barreling down the street honking furiously. I could see the driver yelling and bitching behind the wheel (obviously panicking). I could see the scared young boy who sat in the front seat beside him. The truck rammed in to cars left and right still going full speed down the road. When it slammed into an parked car and started hurling in my direction. This might not be as bad. I’m alone, the world is done for, this is easier. When I was about to let go of any idea of living any longer I saw the boy disappear. He was sitting there one moment and the next..he was an orb. He was floating towards the door to the heavens. The father was obviously surprised at this because the truck suddenly turned and flipped sliding to a stop in the middle of the street. I just stood there in the middle of the chaos and trumpets. Just sobbing and screaming for my family. The family that I had realized was gone. The man emerged from the truck through the windshield.
“NO, NOOOO! You bastards! Give me back my Son!! GIVE ME BACK JAC!” He didn’t have time to finish before the truck exploded. The blast through me back against my front porch of our suburban home. I choked and gasped for air as I had none left from the impact. Through blurred eyes I could see the woman who had been kneeling in her yard crying and begging god now a skid mark across her lawn. I vomited over and over. The flames from the truck were still hot on my face as I ran into the house locking the door behind me. I ran to my room and got under the blankets and shut my eyes tight. It’s a dream. It’s a dream. It’s a dream! I said it over and over to myself trying to tune out the trumpets that continued to sound. Desperately trying to escape being in this situation, not only that but I was utterly alone. Alone. Jeremiah I don’t know if he’s alive but maybe there’s a chance. That’s right I can at least find my friends in this mess.
Ok. So far the information I have gathered from this fucked situation is this. The sounds of trumpets, the heavens opening, people getting taken, but not everyone. It’s the fucking rapture. I gasped at the realization those of us left didn’t make the cut.. but why me. What a pointless thought. What’s done is done. I went to the storage closet in the basement and grabbed all the camping gear we had. Luckily me and my dad enjoyed backpacking in the summer. Because of this I am pre-equipped with survival skills. I loaded my pack with the necessary equipment sleeping bag, pot, fire starter, food, I opted for the perishable food first since it’ll go bad soon if it’s not eaten. I officially can’t afford to be wasteful. I suited up in my usual hiking gear not knowing where this little trip would take me. To that affect people outside have probably started going through the stages of grief. Others however have moved on to the thinking what they can gain from this incident. Those people I’m terrified to face. I went to the safe my dad kept hidden under his side of the bed. Once I’d turned 16 my dad told me the combination. Because in side was a 22 smith and wesson pistol with with 2 clips of ammo. I grabbed the gun tucking it into my waistband. I grabbed some kitchen knives and shoved those in my boots. If I’m guna go into the apocalypse I’m going armed to the teeth. Then before heading out I gathered the rest of the non perishable food and hide it well enough that if anyone broke in they’d leave again thinking it was already ransacked. I threw my families clothes around and flipped over some chairs, broke our tv. It was all useless now anyways. Giving it a look that said move on theres nothing here to find. Satisfied with my work I went out the back uselessly locking up be for heading out. I hide on porch peering over the railing to scan the surroundings.
I could still hear the sounds of the trumpets amidst the screams and cry’s. Sirens, car alarms, and every other kind of emergency system was going off. All the noises made my head pound, it felt like my brain might explode. But! I cannot block out my surroundings. Jeremiah he’s my only possible ally I can have in this situation. The backyards looked clear but I could see people running and fighting frantically in the streets of our subdivision. Jeremiah lives 2 blocks away. Which might not seem far on an average day. Today however, was far from ordinary. It was the day the world ended. It’s the day of rapture. The day hell descended upon us. I was about to make my way across the yard when it stopped. The trumpets. I looked up in time to see the door close. There was a crack of thunder so loud the whole world had to of heard. My ears rung and my vision danced with spots. Flames. They were everywhere. I could feel the warmth on my face. I looked over the railing once again peering between the houses to the street. Mother of god what is that. The creatures began to pour in I had no idea how they got there but that was not the issue. These things were obviously demons. Some looked to be made of fire itself. There were creatures like little elves, just not carrying toys or cheer. Just death and screams of terror as they lit people heads, legs and possessions on fire. Like spiteful children trying to torment their parent. There were some as big as ogres and just as ugly. One was chewing on a woman’s severed leg. She screamed as she tried to get away. I sat down. Trying not to loose the rest of my sanity in this chaos. Damnit! I should have gone to Jeremiah sooner! Well I’m definitely the best chance he’s got. And I need someone with me to stay sain. That’s right our survival rate goes up if we’re together. Taking one more look over the fence I scout the clearest path to my destination. And I don’t look back as I sprint in the direction of Jeremiah. Please. Please be ok!

I sprinted outside to see neighbors outside crying for their loved ones. Some people hiding, under their porches, in their houses, in the bushes. As if they know if their seen by the heavenly creatures they might just turn to ash. Others were raging cursing that aliens were stealing our souls.
“MOM, DAD…hic..hng….LIZZIE!! WHERE ARE YOU!” I screamed and screamed through my sobs, but there was no one. A truck came barreling down the street honking furiously. I could see the driver yelling and bitching behind the wheel (obviously panicking). I could see the scared young boy who sat in the front seat beside him. The truck rammed in to cars left and right still going full speed down the road. When it slammed into an parked car and started hurling in my direction. This might not be as bad. I’m alone, the world is done for, this is easier. When I was about to let go of any idea of living any longer I saw the boy disappear. He was sitting there one moment and the next..he was an orb. He was floating towards the door to the heavens. The father was obviously surprised at this because the truck suddenly turned and flipped sliding to a stop in the middle of the street. I just stood there in the middle of the chaos and trumpets. Just sobbing and screaming for my family. The family that I had realized was gone. The man emerged from the truck through the windshield.
“NO, NOOOO! You bastards! Give me back my Son!! GIVE ME BACK JAC!” He didn’t have time to finish before the truck exploded. The blast through me back against my front porch of our suburban home. I choked and gasped for air as I had none left from the impact. Through blurred eyes I could see the woman who had been kneeling in her yard crying and begging god now a skid mark across her lawn. I vomited over and over. The flames from the truck were still hot on my face as I ran into the house locking the door behind me. I ran to my room and got under the blankets and shut my eyes tight. It’s a dream. It’s a dream. It’s a dream! I said it over and over to myself trying to tune out the trumpets that continued to sound. Desperately trying to escape being in this situation, not only that but I was utterly alone. Alone. Jeremiah I don’t know if he’s alive but maybe there’s a chance. That’s right I can at least find my friends in this mess.
Ok. So far the information I have gathered from this fucked situation is this. The sounds of trumpets, the heavens opening, people getting taken, but not everyone. It’s the fucking rapture. I gasped at the realization those of us left didn’t make the cut.. but why me. What a pointless thought. What’s done is done. I went to the storage closet in the basement and grabbed all the camping gear we had. Luckily me and my dad enjoyed backpacking in the summer. Because of this I am pre-equipped with survival skills. I loaded my pack with the necessary equipment sleeping bag, pot, fire starter, food, I opted for the perishable food first since it’ll go bad soon if it’s not eaten. I officially can’t afford to be wasteful. I suited up in my usual hiking gear not knowing where this little trip would take me. To that affect people outside have probably started going through the stages of grief. Others however have moved on to the thinking what they can gain from this incident. Those people I’m terrified to face. I went to the safe my dad kept hidden under his side of the bed. Once I’d turned 16 my dad told me the combination. Because in side was a 22 smith and wesson pistol with with 2 clips of ammo. I grabbed the gun tucking it into my waistband. I grabbed some kitchen knives and shoved those in my boots. If I’m guna go into the apocalypse I’m going armed to the teeth. Then before heading out I gathered the rest of the non perishable food and hide it well enough that if anyone broke in they’d leave again thinking it was already ransacked. I threw my families clothes around and flipped over some chairs, broke our tv. It was all useless now anyways. Giving it a look that said move on theres nothing here to find. Satisfied with my work I went out the back uselessly locking up be for heading out. I hide on porch peering over the railing to scan the surroundings.
I could still hear the sounds of the trumpets amidst the screams and cry’s. Sirens, car alarms, and every other kind of emergency system was going off. All the noises made my head pound, it felt like my brain might explode. But! I cannot block out my surroundings. Jeremiah he’s my only possible ally I can have in this situation. The backyards looked clear but I could see people running and fighting frantically in the streets of our subdivision. Jeremiah lives 2 blocks away. Which might not seem far on an average day. Today however, was far from ordinary. It was the day the world ended. It’s the day of rapture. The day hell descended upon us. I was about to make my way across the yard when it stopped. The trumpets. I looked up in time to see the door close. There was a crack of thunder so loud the whole world had to of heard. My ears rung and my vision danced with spots. Flames. They were everywhere. I could feel the warmth on my face. I looked over the railing once again peering between the houses to the street. Mother of god what is that. The creatures began to pour in I had no idea how they got there but that was not the issue. These things were obviously demons. Some looked to be made of fire itself. There were creatures like little elves, just not carrying toys or cheer. Just death and screams of terror as they lit people heads, legs and possessions on fire. Like spiteful children trying to torment their parent. There were some as big as ogres and just as ugly. One was chewing on a woman’s severed leg. She screamed as she tried to get away. I sat down. Trying not to loose the rest of my sanity in this chaos. Damnit! I should have gone to Jeremiah sooner! Well I’m definitely the best chance he’s got. And I need someone with me to stay sain. That’s right our survival rate goes up if we’re together. Taking one more look over the fence I scout the clearest path to my destination. And I don’t look back as I sprint in the direction of Jeremiah. Please. Please be ok!

I love baki been reading for many years and i need something new
Ive already read
baki, Garouden, Usogui (my fav after baki), Out, Bouncer, Ippo, Tough, Kengan, Fist of the north star, God of highschool, Rooster fighter, Tokyo revengers, And record of ragnarok,
A few of those are delinquent manga. Im not crazy about those as a whole. But if the story or fighting is good. Ill take what i can get. Theres more but those are what stand out.
Btw anyone who hasnt read usogui.
Think if kaiji had referees. And all of them were sons of yujiro. And all the gamblers were deathnote style big brain boys. And also pickle is just kinda there and also really nice guy.
Last suggestion post i could find is 4 year years old so sorry if there are more recent i didnt see.
Edit: thanks for all the suggestions everone. I think these 15 manga will keep me busyfor at least a month since i only realy read during my down time at work. I think this was the most succseful suggestion post ive seen. Most of the time its the same 3 suggested over and over. And i havnt even heard of most of these so thats super refreshing.

This is not finished and is written out of order so I may write part one one day and part two another they are ment to have diffrent style and be a bit bad.
Old Testiment as Written By Sir Eddie Murphy
Genesis
With his hands and ass cheeks he created our universe and infused it with life. He did this after he had one too many chicken Alfredos; the rupture caused him to poop with such force it caused a bang. A big bang. The bang caused earth to form. At this time it was just an empty wasteland with no life. However shrek with his omnibevelence wiped his ass with earth after the great shart. This invigorated the earth with things such as the grass and dirt we stand on and the cow birds and Mexicans we see. Shrek saw the earth and saw it was good. He named it the great onion in the sky. Finally Shrek created the things that mortal men can not see. Feelings. Hunger and thirst among other things. The reason shrek created hunger and feelings of sadness is that he new with his omniscience that they would lead to the creation of the chicken Alfredos form before. With this shrek created death as all must have an opposite and death is the unlucky opposite of life. This pained shrek to see his beloved creatures die so he created an afterlife so great and unfathomable that no mortal human could understand. This was named the great Taco Bell beyond the sky. With this creation he came down to the earth and formed the only country's the UK, Beeston, Spain, Saudi Arabia, Bramley and Australia however that has now been destroyed.
Early workings
After shrek made the world and lit it up with the stars in the night sky. He made the first human a man of pure faith and love for all who love shrek. Butter pants. Butter pants was sent down to watch the inhabitants and what they do, for shrek gave them free will. Butter pants became restless however after some time and so was given from shrek a wife and here was the first woman. Lois Griffin. They spent thier days with shrek on earth. Playing, telling stories and overall living a carefree life. After some time butter pants and lois griffin had kids. Three children Bob sob and George and in thier childhood they lived much the same as their perants. However, when they grew up they began to become more restless. Arguments rose and fell quickly like sparks. The three boys began to despise not just each other but thier family and shrek. This lead to the three boys leaving shrek to live somewhere else they all set off alone in diffrent directions. After many more years of distance to shrek the three boys began to forget. Not thier anger towards each other, although the argument that started had been lost, but their love for shrek. However one day one of the three boys sob discided to meet again with shrek for a request. "Lord please give me mercy for I beg of you a wife or a child". The Lord forgave sob and bestowed on him a child. The best ever seen. Three years past and the child named Mr bean was showing incredible intelligence and was growing quickly and nicely. Sob had now reconciled with lois and butter pants and they lived happily with each other. But the other boys became jealous and planned to kill Mr bean at night. Late one night they set thier plan into action and when all were asleep they suffocated the child without a sound. However with some sixth sense butter pants woke up and ran into the room to see his beloved dead. Feelings of anger, hate, sadness and distress fell over him like a great weight. He screamed and shouted at the boys and them tried to get his revenge. And after a while of fighting sob killed George. Shrek awoke along with lois griffin and he stormed into the room. "What have you done you animals" shrek screamed the boys did nothing for they saw the power of shrek never seen by man. "You live a life without me and you murder directly going against my will. For this you shall be punished as one of the weak in the world already unforgiven as blind mice together with the lost George. I leave you now for I never knew you".
The the aftermath
Shrek sent down along with lois and butter pants many men and woman to earth and split them out across the lands. Story's of shrek were told but they were eventually lost or warped beyond repair. Many generation came and when developing with the lost power of shrek. Because of this lost power they now fought with new pains. However shrek still loved humanity. The three blind mice lived as a testament to shreks wrath although they were seen as a legend and two the human eye seen as just mice.
To worship shrek
Shrek must be worshiped in a shrek church (an onion shaped dome to signify the warm and layers shrek brings to us) and do the Thug Shake. Hymns can also be sung like All Star. The shrek community needs to look after one another and this goes for humanity as a whole. The shrek onion is not only a place of worship but a place of giving.
The nature of shrek
Shrek is all powerful and all knowing he sees all that has happened all that is happening and all that will happen. Shrek does not have an age. He is master of all. There before the first silence was broken. He loves all who belive in him. I bear witness their is no God But Shrek.
La historia del pus en las botas
Un momento concreto en el que Eddie estaba difundiendo la buena palabra de shrek en España. Se encontró con un gato solitario; Eddie se apiadó del gato y recordó sus viejos tiempos como un burro normal. Eddie decidió acoger al gato como propio. Durante muchos años entrenó al gato llamándolo pus. El gato dominaba el cuchillo y luchaba contra los criminales de su ciudad. Pus oró para Shrek todos los días y con la ayuda de Eddie abrió un jardín público de cebollas para que la gente comiera y donara. Un día, por gracia de Shrek, le regalaron botas y lo consideraron pus en las botas.
This next segment was made by chatgpt
Title: "The Gingerbread Guardian"
In the quaint village of Sugarlandia, where the scent of freshly baked cookies filled the air, there lived a humble baker named Mrs. Butterbuns. Known far and wide for her delectable treats, Mrs. Butterbuns had a secret ingredient that gave her creations a magical touch: a pinch of stardust harvested from the heavens above. One crisp autumn day, as Mrs. Butterbuns was preparing her famous gingerbread cookies for the annual Harvest Festival, something extraordinary happened. As she sprinkled the stardust into the dough, a tiny spark ignited, and from the oven emerged a gingerbread man unlike any other. With a mischievous grin and a twinkle in his eye, the Gingerbread Guardian came to life, imbued with the wisdom of the stars and a mission to protect the village from harm. As word of the miraculous cookie spread, so too did the tale of the Gingerbread Guardian. Children gathered round to hear stories of his daring adventures, from foiling the plans of the mischievous Candy Bandits to rescuing lost kittens from the treacherous Toffee Swamp. But amidst the laughter and joy, a shadow loomed on the horizon. The wicked Witch of the Wastelands, jealous of the village's prosperity, devised a dastardly scheme to steal the magical stardust for herself. With her army of sugary minions, the witch launched an assault on Sugarlandia, intent on capturing the Gingerbread Guardian and seizing control of his celestial powers. But the people of Sugarlandia refused to surrender without a fight. Armed with rolling pins and cookie cutters, they rallied to the defense of their beloved guardian, standing shoulder to shoulder against the encroaching darkness. In the epic battle that ensued, sugar flew and frosting splattered as the forces of good and evil clashed in a showdown of epic proportions. With courage and determination, the Gingerbread Guardian led the charge, his gingerbread heart ablaze with the fire of righteousness. In the end, it was not brute strength or magic that prevailed, but the power of friendship and unity. Together, the villagers and their guardian vanquished the witch and her minions, restoring peace and harmony to Sugarlandia once more. And so, the legend of the Gingerbread Guardian lived on, a sweet reminder that even the smallest among us can make a difference in the world, one sprinkle of stardust at a time.
The beginning of the shrek religion
For thousands of years shrek kept silent on his existence. Watching over the earth not interfering with anything. This was to wait for the perfect moment when humanity was ready. This fist contact happened happened to Eddie Murphy. Eddie was a poor donkey just like any other. He waited for nothing wandering like a lost soul. He lived on a farm with an farmer however they was not treated equally. Eddie lived outside with no shelter eating grass. While the farmer ate grand feists with his family. Shrek did not like this shrek loved donkey can couldn't sand to see them be treated in such a way. So one day shrek, for the first time ever, came down to Eddie and gave him knowledge, knowledge that no mortal had had to this point. The knowledge to save humanity. With this gift shrek also granted Eddie with the gift of speech. With the help of shrek Eddie managed to jump the fence leading to his freedom from the farmer and into the town square. Their he shouted with glee that he had seen God. "Shrek" "shrek" "that is his name" the people in the town were confused and in awe of seeing a talking donkey. But then from the sky out dropped a seed that dropped next to Eddie's feet. Eddie shouted with all his might "plant this seed as it is the seed of shrek". One of the humans stepped up to pick up thr seed and planted it for Eddie. And when asked his name he said proudly "Farquad". But then from the ground sprouted a large white onion. Eddie raised his voice again "spread the word of shrek as I will. I hope to see you all in the kingdom of shrek." From thier Eddie set off on a voyage to spread the good word of shrek and farquad was appointed leader of the village.
The fall of lord farquad
Under the rule of farquad the village grew quickly. Many people came from around the world to see the great onion. They built holy places to shrek to worship him around the globe. However as the years past religion became less important and lord farquad became more greedy untill life for the people became worse while farquad lived a lavish life forgetting his Shrek given purpose. Until one day Eddie came back to see what had happened to the village. He was shocked to see little to nobody worshiping shrek. They were too busy being over worked by farquad. It seemed like their was nothing Eddie could do so he did what he always did in times of need. Pray. And shrek answered. From the heavens he brought Butter pants. Together with Eddie they came up with a plan to over take lord farquad. Under the blanket of night the three suck into the Palace of lord farquad and into his bedroom. "What are you doing here donkey" lord farquad said "What have you done too the holy land Eddie retorted "What I needed too" shouted lord farquad. But then from the shadows butter pants appeared. "Do the roar" he said. Lord Farquad looked confused. "Do the roar" he repeated many more times untill the annoyance reached its peak. "Shut up" farquad screamed. Farquad had to stop the noise. Somehow and the only way he knew was to jump. "Do the roar" was repeated many more times untill lord farquad had enough and shouted 'ill jump if you don't shut up". The last thing lord farquad heard before he jumped was "Do the roar". The village for years to come became a holy land for all.
The afterlife
Years had past. Eddie was now far from his foal days. He now lived his days in a bed each day shorter of breath and one day closer to death. Untill one day he died with his pussy beside him he prayed. The pain of his heart soon relived and he was sent to the great Taco Bell beyond the sky. There he met shrek. "Sup I'm god" shrek said eating his 4th chalupa that day. Eddie looked around at the Taco Bell. It was all onions. Shrek finished his chalupa and said "Eddie Murphy you are my most trusted. When I one day come down to humanity come with me you are my protector". Eddie left to see what the afterlife offered but their was so much so many layers to go. He met Danny devio. No I will not explain further. Its an after life joke you non afterlife people wouldn't understand.
Pus post Eddie's death
Seeing the death of his parental figure broke pus. However though the clouds he saw shrek who comforted pus during these times. Throughout the day he stopped crime however at night he stayed at the milk bar to the early hours of the morning this behaviour culminated during a night like any other when he was kidnapped. Hours went by in the carriage when pus was finally unmasked. Lord Farquad stood in front of him. Pus had heard stories of farquad and how he died so how could he be here. Pus didn't know all he did know was that he needed to finnish farquad once and for all. Pus thought though all off lord farquads monologue and then remembered. Chalupa. With the chalupa he ate hours ago still in his belly he let rip a fart so loud it could be heard in the great Taco Bell beyond the sky. This riped out his shackles and laughed him straight to farquad. The guards were none the wiser when he snuck behind farquad and pulled his pants down causing farquad to die of embarrassment and crush pus. This act sent pus to the after life wear he met shrek.
The fight of humpty dumpty and butter pants
マスターハンプティダンプティの戦い バターパンツが刀を振り上げた。 「咆哮をやれ」。ハンプティはバターパンツに飽きていて、決闘で彼と1対1を望んでいた。しかし、突然武装を解除されたハンプティーダンプティーに向かって突進したとき、バターパンツにはシュレックとアニメの力が味方していた。 「咆哮するか？」。彼はこれを止められず、何とかこの状況から抜け出す方法を考えなければなりませんでした。そう、彼の天才的な計画は、シュレックの助けなしには誰も思いつきませんでした。それで彼は計画を実行し、ハンプティーダンプティーにぶつかっただけで死んでしまいました。彼は卵であり、したがって非常に弱いからです。
Humpty dumptys return
جلس هامبتي دمبتي على جدار أحد المتاجر وألقى باللوم في إصاباته على السقوط الكبير. كانت ليلة عربية باردة حيث جلس هامبتي دمبتي على جمله في أقصى الصحراء حيث زرع الحبة السحرية. كان يعلم الآن أن بوس وإيدي ماتا ويمكنه العودة.
Ingredients to shrek brownies
You likely already have the ingredients you'll need for these easy brownies on hand:
· Sugar: These easy brownies start with two cups of white sugar. · Flour: All-purpose flour creates structure in the batter. · Butter: Two sticks of melted butter give the brownies moisture and richness. · Eggs: Eggs lend even more moisture. Plus, they help bind the batter together. · Cocoa powder: Of course, you'll need cocoa powder for chocolate brownies! · Vanilla: Vanilla extract enhances the overall flavor of the brownies. · Baking powder: Baking powder acts as a leavener, which means it helps the brownies rise. · Salt: A pinch of salt enhances the flavors of the other ingredients. · Walnuts: Nuts are optional, of course, but they add a welcome crunch.
Shrek orders at Wendy's
"Hello can I please get a baconator with large fries and a coke" he said burping mid way through. "Would you like to make that a meal said the drive through worker. "Yes" So that day shrek got a baconator with large fries and a. Wait they forgot his coke. Shrek was mad however as he is an omnibevelent God he only destroyed the entire country the Wendy's was on. The country was Australia so if you hear anyone say anything about Australia it is your duty to slap them and say shrek got rid of Australia. So moral of the story is. I don't know actually know ummmmm don't forget your coke.
The poem of shrek
Shrek is the one he is our call For he is my love and my soul He is the light to my darkness And the darkness to my light He will bring the world to an end Shrek is love shrek is life
Breaking shrek
"Eddie Murphy we need to cook" said shrek "Yo Mr shrek like zoinks scoob we need lots of meth" shouted Eddie. So for the rest of the day they cooked meth untill the evil hank shrader from the hit TV show Breaking bad showed up "Stop cooking drugs it's bad" "No" said shrek "OK" They lived out the rest off thier days cooking meth and lived happily ever after.
All star
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed ♪ She was lookin’ kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb ♪ In the shape of an "L" on her forehead ♪ The years start comin’ and they don’t stop comin’ ♪ Fed to the rules and I hit the ground runnin’ ♪ Didn’t make sense not to live for fun ♪ Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb ♪ So much to do ♪ So much to see ♪ So what’s wrong with takin’ the backstreets ♪ You’ll never know if you don’t go ♪ You’ll never shine if you don’t glow ♪ Hey, now ♪ You’re an all-star ♪ Get your game on, go play ♪ Hey, now, you’re a rock star ♪ Get the show on, get paid ♪ And all that glitters is gold ♪ Only shootin’ stars break the mold ♪ It’s a cool place and they say it gets colder ♪ You’re bundled up now but wait till you get older ♪ But the meteor men beg to differ ♪ Judging by the hole in the satellite picture ♪ The ice we skate is gettin’ pretty thin ♪ The water’s getting warm so you might as well swim My world’s on fire ♪ How ‘bout yours ♪ That’s the way I like it and I’ll never get bored ♪ Hey now you’re an all-star [shouting] [singing] ♪ Get your game on, go play ♪ Hey, now, you’re a rock star ♪ Get the show on, get paid ♪ And all that glitters is gold ♪ Only shootin’ stars break the mold ♪
Shrek gets added to fortnite
Once upon a time shrek got added to fortnite with the Eddie Murphy backbling and onion glider. "Hello shrek welcome to fortnite" said Peter Griffin hitting a devious griddy. Tehetehe Shrek went on to get the victory Royal with goku lady gaga and bender form futerama.
Got a random guy to write this
Imagine Shrek traveling back in time and encountering a younger version of his great grandfather, Baby Gronk, in the present day. Baby Gronk might be a mischievous but endearing character, possibly with some ogre-like tendencies but in a smaller form. Shrek, with his big heart and sometimes gruff exterior, might find a kindred spirit in Baby Gronk. They could bond over shared family traits, like a love for swampy homes or a penchant for unexpected adventures. It could be a heartwarming story of family connection across generations, showing that even though times and appearances change, some things, like family bonds, remain constant. How does that sound.Part 2 of the shrek Bible as Written By Sir Eddie
The accention
A fine wonderful and enfactuating light pierced though the clouds and sky and down came from the great tacobell on the sky came down shrek. He sat on a great cloud; adorned in a great silk and angel made cloak. All stared at his glory. His figure was surrounded by a radiance he was like the sun all revolved around this moment. The angles followed. They were great celestial being clad in amour and swords but today they lay in modest and with instruments they played a inimagineable song that engrossed all listeners into a trance. Following next was Sir Eddie Murphy now raised from the dead with Pus and the original man Butter Pants. They wore astral clothes as they walked down to earth by seemingly walking on the air. Soon the four Shrek, Pus, Eddie and Butter Pants were on the ground and stood at a market stall. Shrek stood on a box and began to project his voice. "From now untill I die in this mortal form I am all God and all man. I will now see the true life of my most beloved your eyes". All stood in disbelief for thier saviour had come and with that speach shrek became far less intimating his astral light faded. However he still sat in his green ogre form. Shrek ascended down to the UK to begin but shrek new he must go on a voyage across the lands to spread the word of his arrival but he had to get ready. In the oncoming days shrek conversed with the people of the town and finding lay of the land. He mapped out hid journey and the stops he would have to make for food, water or rest and how he play to make it in the elements. However one day he was invited to talk with head of the village. "Shrek" he said in a light tone "it has come to my attention that you plan on leaving the town soon" "Yes that is correct my son" said shrek "There is something that I want you to have" said the head. "A shortsword, it was forged many years ago b- "My son my voyage is of peace and love for one another not a conquest it will not be needed in any extreme case but thank you my lord however I am greatful for your offer". Days more passed when shrek set out quickly and quietly under the setting sun so not to be seen and made a great fuss however he left a note in the home he was staying in giving them the information they needed but by then he would be far gone.
The journey to Beeston
Shrek walked happily and care free for some time untill he came to the beginning of a forest. The trees were tall and imposing and it was as if the branches were pointing at him to leave like a warning. At this time the sun was beginning to set and the night was dark. Going around would surely add time to his journey and eat into his food and water supply and so would waiting outside for daytime. Shrek had thought about this before setting out about a week prior and had deicided to enter the forest however now as it towerd over him he felt true fear. Shrek thought for a while as the sun fully set and the moon took its place and finally stepped his foot into the forest. As he walked foreboding stalked him and shrek could get no peace; he would look around for danger but the darkness And the fog clouded his vision. He could bearly see the hands infront of him. But after some miles his body caved and he set camp for the night. His legs ached and his body shaked the warmth of his sleeping bag couldn't satisfy the sharp coolness he felt. Shrek fell asleep that night cold and wet wishing he was home but he knew he needed to do this for humanity. Fragments of light broke though the shaded trees although the forest was cold as most light couldn't get though. The fog was still about him but was lessened from the night before. The air was sharp and shreks fear palpable. He still felt if the tree or something else that lurked in the shadows was watching him and judging his and getting ready to make thier move. As sheek got further into the forest the path became unclear and the sound of crows circling him above the clouds louder. Shrek sense of direction was now lost as they day began to come to a close. He walked around aimlessly fearful of what was lurking. One night after a full day of walking tring to find his way out he heard something. A noise, it was like a man's footstep yet quieter and seemingly shorter. Shrek came out of his sleeping bag and looked around "my child I mean no danger to you or this forest come out I wish to speak with you" shrek said with a quaking voice. The forest lay silent. Shrek looked around again when a quick pounce came from a bush and from it was a small brown haired creature wearing old fashion clothes. He lunged at shrek and held a knife to his neck he laughed spratically. "I have found you" he whispered into shreks ear. Shrek pushed him aside and shouted "why my son must you try to pain me" "I'll make your bones into bread, I'll spead your eyes over toast, I'll make your skin into clothes. You will be the crown of my collection" he shouted laughing still uncontrollablely. "My son you must stop for this will not get you anywhere" shrek said clearly scared. "Why did you wait so long to kill me" "I like to see my victims scream, beg me for mercy promising anything to me just to see one more day" he said. "Now time for my murder wig and out from his pocket he produced a large spiked red wig before he once again lunged at shrek and this time he managed to slice his hand. Shrek screamed in pain as the sharp agony pulsed though his body. But then from his bag shrek pulled out a guitar and threw it rumplestiltskin followed it and seemingly disappeared. Finally shrek got some much needed rest although the thought of been murdered in his sleep stressed him alot. For the next couple of days in the forest shrek walked with little fear although as he got closer to his destination the land grew weirder. The trees grouped closer together and the land uneven shrek missed donkey and pus and he thought of them lots. However, the days now were getting lighter as he was almost out of the forest and into the untamed land of Beeston. That morning after waking up and after his food was becoming scarce shrek exited the forest. The land of Beeston had many abandoned buildings like jungles, road men selling drugs and stabbing people but among the chaos lay an oasis. Kyle Upton and Harry Uptons House. It sat as if a castle the only protection for shrek.
As soon as shrek stepped over the border of Beeston he was met by a road man "Yo whats your name man" said the road man "Shr-" shrek began to say "Yo man shut the fuck up nobody asked bro" the road man interrupted "you fucked me up man. I can't think get out my head man get out my head" the road man ran away holding his head screaming get out my head man. Shrek carried on his journey to the oasis for some time untill the day turned to night so shrek rested in a pub. He walked in and the stench of a sweaty 40yr gaza with a Leeds United shirt on hit him and from the cracks of his armpit and his ass cheeks float green lines of stink who sat drinking a beer. There was also a group of people sat at the far side of the bar playing a gambling game. However, among the various other people one stood out to him although he wasn't quite sure why. The man sat alone not talking away from everyone else. He sat with a tin of beans that he was slowly eating. Shrek thought he could see the man staring at him as if examining him. However, shrek could not get a good idea of the man's face as he wore a hat and he mostly had his head down eating his beans. For a while shrek forgot his worrys in the bar talking with locals sharing story's. He found out the little monster he saw in the forest had been troubling the town for a while and that they hoped that he was now gone for good. But after many hours of conversation shrek decided to get a room and set off in the morning. Shrek awoke with a blur but as his eyes adjusted to his surroundings he above him a dark shadow yet it had a form like a man. The shadow drew its sword before shrek could react and it stabbed him in the heart before shrek awoke in a cold sweat. It was a dream. He sat up in his bed as his eyes adjusted to the darkness but after one or two minutes shrek felt as if a dark figure passed the window of the room. Shreks room was at the top part of the bar it was not a terrible room small but cosy. He looked around desperately and quickly looking for an answer when another shadow passed the window this time shrek got a better look at it. It was large and dark it wore a tattered cloak and had a sword sheaved under it. The same one from the dream. An then suddenly a loud knock came from the door. Shrek cowered in his bed frozen when the door swung open and in came the a man. The man shut the door and blocked it he was panting as if he was running or if he was in grave danger. Now shrek could get a better idea of who the man was he now realised that it was the man from before who was watching him carefully. "What do you want from me shrek cried "I'm here to help you shrek word of your journey has spead and many people are not welcoming of you". "I'm not quite sure who those shadows are but I know they want you dead and they will stop at nothing untill thier task is complete". "What are we to do" said shrek now sat on his bed on high alert. "We must go to Kyle and Harry they may know more on these creatures of the night and in their home we are safe" Whispered the man when another knock came to the door before the started to barge the door. "Come, the door is not verry strong and my defence won't last long" the man opened the window and threw a rope down tieing one end to the bed. They both climbed down the rope and then onto the man's horse. "Thank you" said shrek pausing to say his name "my name is Joe Webster" pleasure to serve you shrek. As they began to ride to the house of Kyle and Harry from the distance they could see the shadows watching them though the window of thier room.
Part 3 as Written By key whiteness of shrek decent to Earth
The expansion of the shrek religion As Written by kristianus kokaes
As the shrek religion began in the UK it quickly spread to Beeston and Bramley though the use of devout peasants moving looking for better paying jobs after the black death (1348-50). However in the 1500s came the discovery of the new world and with that opened new trade routes wear people often spread their faith to Shrek. This act spread the religion to Spain. Many years after this once the shrek religion had been woven within the culture of Spain and most of the country belived in him and built monuments in his name. Some would set out on pilgrimages from Spain to Saudi Arabia spreading thier religion further. However one country failed to see shrek as thier god. Australia. For shrek is just and omnibevelence he came to peace with this fact untill they got his Wendy's order wrong.

New update, this is the changelog for Additions, the Changelog for Changes will be on the comments

Additions Changelog:

Character

• Unemployed {Civilian Identity}.

Perks

• Brief Protection.
• Resume {Req: Homecoming}.
• Power Tweak (All)
• Tailor Made {Req: Power Tweak All} Personal Touch {AddonReq: Thematic}.

Drawbacks

• Childlike {Req: Pint Sized OR 6-10 years old OR 10-12 years old}.
• What Do You Desire {Req: Emotional} Acting On A Whim {Req: Head Empty, No Thoughts}.
• Slothful Sin of Sloth {AddonReq: Curse of Sloth}.
• Work For It Double Tap {AddonReq: Second Trigger}; Same Start, Same Speed {AddonReq: Acclimation}; From Lead To Gold {AddonReq: Golden Perks}.
• King of the Hill {Cluster Drawback}.
• Hot Potato {Cluster Drawback}.
• Curse of Negativity {CurseReq: Black Hole Brain} Shifting World {AddonReq: Any of the three Hallucination drawbacks}; Thousand Reminders {AddonReq: Thematic or Theme Song or Magical Girl}; Graveyard of Memories {AddonReq: Noctis Cape or Cure Curse}; Fragments Made Reality {AddonReq: Noctis Cape OR Cure Curse + Fractured Psyche + Anathema}.
• Minor Disability.
• Native Awakening {Req: Mass Awakening + Crossover OR AU Crossover OR Alternate Earth OR AU Alternate Earth}.
• What do you mean I did this to myself?
• I am a What!?

Powers Origin

Powers

Shard

T0/Lesser Powers - Tinker (Medieval)
Tier 1 - Sleeper {AddonReq: Genesis}. - (MasteStranger) Sleeping Guard. - (Trump) Queen of Escalation Controlled Escalation {Upgrade}, In The Name Of Escalation {AddonReq: Crawler}, Controlled Chaos {AddonReq: Crawler}. - (ShakeStriker) Holomic Constraint. - (MoveTrump) Winged One Elevation {FusionReq: (ChangeTrump) Metamorphosis}; Flying Spiders {AddonReq: Bug Evolution}. - (BreakeShaker) Be Not Afraid Mandate of Heaven {AddonReq: Elevation}; Seraphim {AddonReq: On Crystal Wings}; Ophanim {AddonReq: Refract Wings}; Cherub’s Sword {AddonReq: (BlasteChanger) Birdie!}. - (Thinker) Consciousness Commander Support Crew {AddonReq: Dream Room}. - (StrikeThinker) Mind Plunderer Mantling {Addon to (Thinker) FlatlineReq: (StrikeThinker) Mind Plunderer}. - (Shaker) Wavecrasher Tidecaller {Upgrade}; City Killer {FusionReq: (Striker) Fiery Moves + (Mover) Veloci...Raptor? + (Breaker) Density + (Shaker) Storm}; Jörmungandr {Addon to City KillerReq: (Changer) The End-Becomer + Queen Shard OR Shardless} - (BreakeBrute) Cutout Paperman {Upgrade}. - (BlasteTrump) Burnout Pyrotechnic Colourant {Upgrade}.
Tier 2 - (MasteThinker) Personal Army. - (ShakeMaster) Grimm Pools Salem {FusionReq: (Changer) Grimm}. - Inovation {Req: [TRIUMPHANT].
Tier 3 - Clericus Techno-Magica {AddonReq: Yes, Techno-Magica + Seeker Of All That Is Supernatural}. - (Trump/Master) Chrysalis Not So Scarlet {Upgrade}; Zone of Change {Addon(Master) Khepri}. - (ChangeStriker) Echidna Spectral Clones {AddonReq: (Trump) Fae Queen}; Angrboda {AddonReq: (Master) Cloning}; Blueprint {AddonReq: Panacea}; Instant Creation {AddonReq: Fae Queen + Oberon + Panacea}; Child of Echidna {UpgradedReq: (ChangeStriker) Echidna + Panacea}; Shard Clone {AddonReq: Clone Absorber}; Heir of Echidna {AddonReq: (Trump) Oberon + (Trump) Manager}; Child of Monsters {AddonReq: (Brute) Typhoon}. - Amazan {AddonReq: Baryonic Creation}
Power Copy - Hypno {AddonReq: (Trump) Sleep Empowered}.
Shard Upgrades - SUPER DUPER MURDER DEATH BEAM {Req: Super Murder Death Beams}. - [TRIUMPHANT]. - Laguz {Req: Othala}. - Knight of Owner {Req: Noble Phantasm}. - Personalised {Req: (Tinker) Ergonomics}. - Don't Tattle On Me! {Req: Tattletale}. - Electromagnetic Miracles {AddonReq: Electro-Magneto}.
Shard Fusions - Yes, Techno-Magica {Req: (Tinker) Energy + Techno-Magica ? + Chi Master}. - The Life Maker {Req: (Trump/Tinker) Alchemist + (Trump/Tinker) Artificer}. - Power Cultivator {Req: (Trump) Growth Booster + (Trump) Power Seed}. - Quantum {Req: (Thinker) Laplace Demon + Kid Cassandra OR Dina Alcott}. - Making of a Tragedy {Req: Trigger Sight + Origin Story + (Thinker) Plans Within Plans + Actors on a Stage} Shard Production {AddonReq: (ThinkeTrump) [Query] [Response]}; Paint the Town Red {Req: Cleave and Lacerate + Haze of Conflict}; Micromanaging {AddonReq: (MasteTrump) Gestation}. - The Sleeping Might {Req: (MasteStranger) The Sleeping Guard + (Thinker) Consciousness Commander} Dreamer's Guard {AddonReq: Genesis}; Dreamer's Delusion {AddonReq: (Trump) Sleep Empowered}; The Dreamer Wakes {AddonReq: Genesis + (Trump) Sleep Empowered}. - Hero Killer {Req: Ruler of the Primordial Flames + Electromagnetic Warping +Ground Diver +The Duke + Orchestra + Yang it!} Hadhayosh {AddonReq: (Changer) The End-Becomer + Queen Shard OR Shardless}; The End {AddonReq: the requirements for Terror Drone + the requirements for the The Endbringer addon}. - Terror Drone {AddonReq: Hope Killer + Hero Killer + City Killer + (Changer) The End-Becomer Queen Shard OR Shardless}. - Electro-Magneto {Req: (Shaker) Electromagnetic Warping + (ShakeBlaster) Magnets, Son! How do they work?}. - Muroidea Imperator {Req: (Master) Ratatouille + (Master) Rodent King} Legionarius {AddonReq: Skittering Legions}; Monstrum {AddonReq: Skittering Legions + Bug Evolution}; Typhoeus {AddonReq: Skittering Legions + A Bugs Life}. - Mimic {Req: TinkeStranger + (Tinker) Camouflage}.
Lucky Mutations - Doll. - Angel.

Shardless

Physical - The Skullgirl (Skullgirls). - Burner of Mars {UpgradeReq: Martian Manhunter}. - Devil's Work {AddonReq: Clockwork Sun}. - Great Shinobi (Sekiro) {UpgradeReq: Way of the Shinobi (Sekiro)}. - Chimera Kagune {UpgradeReq: Ghoul (Tokyo Ghoul)}. - Ghoul Specialities {UpgradeReq: Ghoul (Tokyo Ghoul)}. - Project Bloodshot (Valiant). - Vampire (DxD) Dhampir {Upgrade}. - Wrathful Demon {AddonReq: Hanma (Baki)}.
Mental and Psychic - MUSE doesn't seem to have a name? {AddonReq: Organized Mind OR Autopilot}; Net Agent {AddonMental Wi-Fi or Interdimensional Cable}. - Holding the Vigil (Chronicles of Darkness - Hunter: The Vigil). - The Force is With Me {Fusion?Req: The Force (Star wars) + Great Holocron (Star Wars) OR Telos Holocron (Star Wars)}. - Matuki {AddonReq: Senpou Arts (Sekiro)}
Magic and Mystic - Superpower {UpgradeReq: Magic Technician (Mahouka)}. - Tattoo Genesis. - Fighting Fire With Fire {UpgradeReq: Holding the Vigil (CoD - H:TV) and Occult} - Eight Sacrament {AddonReq: Holy Light (DxD)}. - Awakened (Chronicles of Darkness - Mage the Ascension). - Celestial Current. - Phenomenal Evil (League of Legends). - Chaos Magic Favored Child of Chaos {AddonReq: Eliminate the Negative}; Guide the Tide {Upgrade}; Wild Revolver {Upgrade}. - Visualization Mage {UpgradeReq: First Class Mage (Frieren)}; Empathy {AddonReq: Imagination (Baki)}. - Witch Doctor (The Princess and the Frog) {UpgradeReq: Occult} Man With The Hex {AddonReq: Vodou}. - Linker Core (Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha) Bloodline of Saints and Kings (Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha) {Upgrade}; Rare Skills (Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha) {Upgrade}. - Household Magic. - Through the Thorns (Chronicles of Darkness - Changeling: the Lost) Gentry Among Fae (Chronicles of Darkness - Changeling: the Lost) {Upgrade}. - Furycrafting (Codex Alera) High Lord (Codex Alera) {Upgrade}; First Lord (Codex Alera) {UpgradeReq: High Lord (Codex Alera)}. - Old Master {AddonReq: Magecraft (Type-Moon)} - True Master {AddonReq: Magecraft (Type-Moon)}; Grand Master {AddonReq: Old Magic (Type-Moon) + Magecraft (Type-Moon)}
Spiritual and Divine - Monst3r (Arknights). - Kazan Syndrome (Dungeon Fighter Online) Berserker (Dungeon Fighter Online) {Upgrade}; Soul Bender (Dungeon Fighter Online) {Upgrade}; Blade Master (Dungeon Fighter Online) {Upgrade}. - Asura (Dungeon Fighter Online). - Ki Rara (Kill Six Billion Demons) {UpgradeReq: Atum Manipulation (Kill Six Billion Demons)}. - God of Martial Arts {Dragon Ball} {AddonReq: Goutetsu Style Shotokan Karate (Street Fighter)}. - Discordant {AddonReq: Clockwork Sun}. - Soulfire (Dresden Files). - Heart of Lorkhan (TES) {UpgradeReq: Shezzarine (TES) or Dragonborn (TES)}. - Rising Once More {AddonReq: Path to Divinity}.
Technology and Artifice - Crispy Critters! (Atomic Heart) {AddonReq: Rapture Science (Bioshock)}. - Theriomorphosis Surgery (Killing Bites) Chimera Therimorphosis {AddonReq: Frankenstein M.D}; Zoan Lineage Factor {AddonReq: Seraphim (One Piece) OR Devil Fruit (One Piece) OR Devil Fruit Tree (One Piece)}; Multi Therianthrope {AddonReq: Beast of No Nation (DC Comics)}. - A Paramount Presence {AddonReq: The Neathbow + The Shapeling Arts + Correspondence Course}. - Dai-Shocker (Kamen Rider) {UpgradeReq: Shocker}. - Sylean (Traveller). - Mann Co. (Team Fortress 2). - Tesla’s Legacy (Iron Harvest). - Battlefront {AddonReq: The Arsenal Initiative (Call of Duty)}.
Esoteric and Abstract - Package Here Sending Mail {Upgrade}. - Prajña {AddonReq: Librarian of Akasha}. - The Ultimate Equalizer. - Sealing {FusionReq: Warrior's Bond + Art of the Other}. - Neathy Treacheries {AddonReq: Clockwork Sun}. - Clarity (Shadow Slave) {UpgradeReq: Menticide (I'm Sorry For Being Born On This World)}. - Hermes Trismegistus {FusionReq: Sovereign of Alchemy + Fragmented Divinity}. - Herbivicus {AddonReq: Nature Magic (Warcraft)}. - Solar Energy (Destiny). - Creative Mode {UpgradeReq: Most Known Game (Minecraft)} - Psych Pins (The World Ends With You)
Ascension - Planet-Sized Instrument of Destruction {UpgradeReq: Cybertronian}. - Archotechs {AddonGlitterworld (Rimworld)}. - Ghost Poltergeist {Upgrade}.
Foundation - Virtue Burning. - A Step Beyond A World Beyond {AddonReq: Chad Grindset Enjoyer}; Existence Beyond It All {AddonReq: VitaSync}. - How Heavy Are Your Dumbbells? - Right of Conquest. - Universal Power Plant {UpgradeReq: Universal Aptitude}.
Base Upgrades - Karmic Alignment Karmic Action {AddonReq: Karmic Rewards}
Paragon - Pool (Dynamist) {Upgrade} All in One (Dynamist) {AddonReq: Dynamist Unbound}; Ouroboros (Dynamist) {AddonReq: Dynamist Unbound + Dynamist Jr}. - Flux (Dynamist) {FusionReq: (Trump) Manager}.
Objects of Power - H-Dial and it's upgrades has been added Two Head Coin {AddonReq: Omnitrix}. - Evolutionary Technology {UpgradeReq: Evolution Cube (Legendary Mechanic)}. - Brave Saints {AddonRe: Angel (DxD)}. - Fallen Saints {AddonReq: Fallen Angel (DxD)}. - Complete Harmony {AddonReq: Angel (DxD) + Fallen Angel (DxD) + Half-Devil (DxD)}. - XCM (Xeelee Sequence). - Miracle Candle (Disney). - Portal Gun (Portal). - Virtue Gems. - Virtual Collection. - Chakravartin (Type-Moon). - Violent Emotion {AddonReq: Dai-Shocker (Kamen Rider)}. - Arcane Hat. - Autonomous Assault Ark Wunder (NGE). - Guyver Unit (Guyver) Guyver Gigantic (Guyver) {Upgrade}. - Keel Lorenz’s Visor (NGE Anima Jump). - Coffin of Eternal Sleep.

Skills

• Professional Experience.

Items

• The You Foundation has actually added this time.
• Tinker tech power modification.
• Corpse of an Entity.

Companions

• Saigo Tenki {OC}

Missions

• Know Thyself!

Setting

• Chronicles of Darkness {Setting}.
• The Boys (TV Show) {Setting}.
• The Earth of Stories {Setting} together with its locations.
• Meta CYOA Earth {Setting?}.
• Death's Like Breadsticks For These People! {Continuity ModifierReq: Afterlife}.
• Beastmen {Continuity Modifier} Werebeast {AddonReq: Monstrous Awakening}.
• A Different Vision {Continuity ModifierReq: Reroll}.
• The Universal Language {Continuity Modifier}.
• Ravechol (Dysco Elyseum) {Setting} and it's locations.
• Tokyo Ghoul {Setting} and it's locations.
• The Second Set {Continuity Modifier}.
• Anubis has been charged {Continuity Modifier}.
• Universe 1610 (Marvel) {Setting} and locations.
• Entities' Graveyard {Continuity Modifier?}.
• Project Moon {Setting}.
• Judge A Book By Its Cover {Continuity Modifier}.

Cyoa Link

https://cyoa.ltouroumov.ch/viewe