Class c bunk house

Back in February I decided to homeschool for the remainder of the year due to personal stress unrelated to school. My plan was to come back to public school in August for my freshman year. When I was discussing my plan with registrar before homeschooling, I made sure to ask questions to make sure I was making the right decision. She told me, with my mother as a witness, that I would not have to take any exams or partake in any long process, and as long as I had the transcript it would transfer smoothly. Now, I have recently found out that I will have to take an exam for every single subject. This wouldn’t usually be a problem, but I have to have a 90 minimum to even receive credit. In subjects such as Algebra, Spanish, and Biology, which I am not that strong in, I am screwed. (maybe even english or geography considering how high the bar is) What should I do? (I need 7 credits to be promoted)
Here are my options if I am not promoted to Sophomore (there may be more that I am unaware of) A - Take credit recovery classes at my high school, most likely will take me another 4 years to graduate B - Attend the local credit recovery charter school, no extracurriculars (which I don’t need as I’m enrolled in a school unaffiliated theatre studio) but I can graduate in just 2 years. C - Enroll in K12 online school, pretty much the same outcome as A. D - Keep on homeschooling and get my GED, which will be a lot faster for me to finish than all other options besides B.
I want to avoid homeschooling again, as I like the in-person environment, but if I need to I am willing to. I know a lot of people don’t like charter schools, but I have enrolled in one before and it is honestly the exact same in my experience as a non-charter public school. I was also considering Penn Foster online but I know someone who had a bad experience with them. Again, any help would be appreciated. <3

Back in February I decided to homeschool for the remainder of the year due to personal stress unrelated to school. My plan was to come back to public school in August for my freshman year. When I was discussing my plan with registrar before homeschooling, I made sure to ask questions to make sure I was making the right decision. She told me, with my mother as a witness, that I would not have to take any exams or partake in any long process, and as long as I had the transcript it would transfer smoothly. Now, I have recently found out that I will have to take an exam for every single subject. This wouldn’t usually be a problem, but I have to have a 90 minimum to even receive credit. In subjects such as Algebra, Spanish, and Biology, which I am not that strong in, I am screwed. (maybe even english or geography considering how high the bar is) What should I do? (I need 7 credits to be promoted)
Here are my options if I am not promoted to Sophomore (there may be more that I am unaware of) A - Take credit recovery classes at my high school, most likely will take me another 4 years to graduate B - Attend the local credit recovery charter school, no extracurriculars (which I don’t need as I’m enrolled in a school unaffiliated theatre studio) but I can graduate in just 2 years. C - Enroll in K12 online school, pretty much the same outcome as A. D - Keep on homeschooling and get my GED, which will be a lot faster for me to finish than all other options besides B.
I want to avoid homeschooling again, as I like the in-person environment, but if I need to I am willing to. I know a lot of people don’t like charter schools, but I have enrolled in one before and it is honestly the exact same in my experience as a non-charter public school. I was also considering Penn Foster online but I know someone who had a bad experience with them. Again, any help would be appreciated. <3

I turned 18 just a few minutes ago, and I'm thinking I really have no will to live
Ever since I was a child I wanted to off myself, but that was mostly because of bullying, a (very) likely anxiety disorder and thinking that it'd never get better
But even then, I had some hope that one day things would change. I wanted to be a polyglot by 18, but I never learned any languges other than the two I already knew by then. I wanted to be a great artist, but since my vision is always blurry and my hands shake so much I lost a lot of the skill I used to have. I wanted to go to college, now I'm going to a great college but fucking hate my major so much I cant even bring myself to study and even skip a bunch of my classes
Now that Im 18, the only thing I achieved is that I now have friends. I love them a lot and but it often feels so demanding that I prefer to be by myself. I dont know how to be sociable. I've never had anything romantic, or sexual, never had a first kiss. Even my friends who were in the same situation as me when I first met them, now have been on dates or are dating someone. And all of them are a little younger than me
When I was in school I could just focus on getting a C and move on. Now I try to focus on doing the bare minimum to pass my semester, but even that feels like too much. It's a lot more empty and uncertain than before. Plus, if I'm already hating my first semester, what will be of me when I get a shitty job?
I never feel like doing anything. I wish I'd just spend all day sleeping or playing games, but only to fill a void. Actually I wish I'd just be asleep all day, so I wouldnt exist. I do take antidepressants now, which help a little. Before them i'd spend all day in bed and barely eat
If i've always had OCD and have had depression since childhood, i dont think i'll ever be truly happy. These things are always in the back of my head stopping me from living my life
My life is meaningless, I'm just trying to take it until i fully lose hope and give up. Probably now that i'm an adult i'll try to make some money to buy cigarettes and drown out this sadness, even though I promised myself i'd never smoke since i know people who do and i''ve seen how destructive it is to them
I don't wanna live, i dont wanna do shit. I wish I could be happy but theres really no way i can do it. Congrats to me who's now 18, cant do anything useful, doesnt study, doest work, doesnt even help with home chores. I cant even feel like playing games, i dont want to do anything
My first step now that i'm an adult is to cry thinking about how i never wanted to be one. But now, other than knowing that adult life is shit because everyone always complains about it, my mind condemns me to always be useless and meaningless until i get hit by some car
I've taken a few different meds, vitamins, tried therapy. Only the meds helped me gain a bit of a will to live, but the side affects are always holding me back too

Did you take CS40 with Prudence Lowe? I recently went back to school to finish my CS degree and am learning more about using the command line for stuff in *nix systems. I just had a memory unlocked about writing C programs in the computer lab, we would log into the campus Unix system and write the programs and execute them there. Do y'all remember that? What editor did we use inside the Unix terminal? I wonder if it was Nano or what.
I can't believe I was compiling and running programs like that back then, and now the other people in my class don't know how to run python unless it's in replit.
Do any of you have the old lab materials or have any knowledge of what the system we were running was? Were we logging into one of the Sun Microsystems machines from the Sun lab basically?
I'm in Stan State rn finishing my degree, but I remember being a Bulldog fondly. Even if all I did was play magic the gathering in the dorms and watch movies with friends.

This incident had occurred 6 weeks ago. Objectively, my (40M) intoxicated ex girlfriend (37M), at an already rocky phase of our relationship, once we all returned from a dinner party at my parents house, had demanded that i did not follow the routine of putting my autistic son (from the previous marriage) to bed and instead attended to her. Given that this was a typical, angry, relentless demand, that hours prior to it she had caused a scene at my parents, and that a week prior she stormed out of the house dispensing wishes that my kids should die of diabetes, i lost it and told her to eff off. I did and i regret it. I should not have said anything. In response to that she:

• got out of bed and walked into my sons room, grabbed the book that we were going to read, bear hugged and it laid down on the unoccupied bottom bunk of the bunk bed in my sons room, stating that we are not going to read.
• i laughed, asked for the book with various polite verbal persuasions, and as soon as i leaned towards her to try and take the book, i received several kicks in my stomach.
• She then walked from the room to the living room, and laid on the couch. I've followed her, and as she was laying down, she let go of the book. as i was walking back to my son's room now with the book, she had followed me, but stopped at the kitchen table, grabbed my phone and tried to unlock it (she has the password, nothing is hidden), but stated that she is doing it to delete the messages that proved that a week prior she wished that my kids died. I did try to grab the phone, but could not, and as she also could not unlock it she had thrown it, twice, i suppose in an effort to destroy it. On her third attempt i was able to grab my phone from her hands.
• She had then started grabbing me, my hands mostly, in order o get the phone. I don't think she was hitting me, but the risk that i was now facing is that this had turned into a violent confrontation. I was trying to get away from her, swerving my body and my phone in my hands out of the way and attempted to distance myself from her. I've managed to make it to the front door with her being all over me (physically trying to grab me) and i've exited the house. In my mind i was doing it as a deterrent so she would then be forced to prioritize on preventing our dogs from running out instead of focusing on me. This worked. I ended up with my phone on the front lawn and she went back into the house.
• I've then realized that she could lock me out, which is a risk with my son still being home, so i immediately went back inside. When i entered the house i saw her at the kitchen table: she lifted my work laptop and smashed in on the table, and as i started to approach her, she lifted it again and threw it against the wall. As i was now near her, she again turned on me in an attempt to get my phone from me.
• I again had to repeat my steps of exiting the house as she was clawing at my hands and grabbing me to get my phone. This time it was more challenging and forceful and i actually fell out of the house and down the steps )
• I did not know what to do next. I dialed 911. I've reported domestic disturbance.

I can think of several paths that i could have taken. I could have stood there and done nothing, allowing her to damage things at will. I could have also attempted to verbally persuade her as i would have watched her being uncivil. I could have applied force and this is what would have been interpreted as an assault and i would have been arrested. I could have tried physically comforting her, with a hug, that would have also been interpreted as an assault. I could have grabbed my kid and left the house, but how ? She was technically attacking me.
Any hard that she would have sustained would have been used against me.
The phone call to 911 was an attempt for me to persuade her to stop, and it worked. As soon as she had heard the operator, she simply went back inside that house and went to bed.
I am regretting that this had occurred. Should it be assumed that relationships come with a risk of loosing freedom? What would you have done differently when in such situation ?

I dreamt about being forced to pratice black magic
I'm 19F . Last night, I had this crazy dream where my mom was forcing me to get into black magic. She took me to this odd place that looked like a big family lived there. On the way to the house, I saw one of my college teachers. In the dream, he was writing something but never looked at me.
My mom spoke to the odd people in the house and set a date for when I would publicly perform the black magic in disguise. On that day, I did it. My mom was signaling from below, telling me what to do and when. After that, I went to my classes normally, but the news of the black magic was all around, and the cops were looking for me. In class, I told my friend (whom I know but don't talk to much anymore) that I was the one who did the black magic and that my mom had asked me to do it.
After that, I had to do it constantly. When it came time to perform for the second time, I was scared. On the way to the shady house, I kept telling my mom I didn't want to do it, and I was scared. Eventually, she agreed to not do it that day. On the way to the odd house, I saw the same teacher again, but this time he looked at me, and I had fear in my eyes.
My mom told the guy, and he was pissed off. He was holding a knife to my face and telling me it was very important, that I had to do it. If I didn't, the body we used for sacrifice would get up and haunt everyone. I still didn't want to do it and decided to run. My mom tried to get a hold of me, but to my relief, a cop walked in front of me. I confessed everything to him, and I got arrested. Everyone at the shady house also got arrested, and a few of the people gave nasty looks to me and my mom. The cops were very nice to me, telling me it wasn't my fault and that everything was under control.
I know it's a pretty big dream, but it's the first time I was scared of whatever happened, and it's making me feel uneasy.

okay, i know it sounds a bit wild, but working here gave my life a lot of structure. for context, i started working just after my sophomore year of hs ended, last year on 6/4 was my first day. i ended my sophomore year with a disastrous gpa— less than 2.9 unweighted. i got a D in chemistry, the first one in my life.
of course working at canes is a pain, but it gave me structure and motivation to get through the week. last semester, i only got 1 C, with 1 B and 2 A’s (the C was in college algebra). this semester, i ended with 3 A’s and only 1 B (in college biology). i take all honors classes as well. my unweighted gpa is back to a 3.0 :]
tl;dr work at canes = academic success

So I’ve recently graduated cosmetology school and a little over a month ago I began working at a high end salon as a assistant and now moving to working one on one with a senior stylist. My dilemma is that I came into this industry to specialize in natural/curly hair and although my salon offers a ton of education and classes, none of it aligns with my primary goals in this industry. Some stylists do work with curls but I don’t feel like I’d be learning anything from them. On the contrary, I’d be teaching them and I still have a TON to learn in what I want to specialize in. Although I know the more you know the better in this industry, and I am learning and also am interested in being a well versed stylist, but I can’t fight the feeling that I’m straying from why I even started all of this and this is starting to make me feel less than excited to go to work. There aren’t many curly specialists in my area so this is making it tough for me to find a mentor or someone that I feel like I could really learn from. I’d say I definitely have to be more of a go getter and fly solo to get myself positioned in the industry but this is where I’m struggling on what to do. Also, the salon I work at doesn’t booth rent and it’s the typical stylist level 1 40/60 commission and go up from there by experience but I don’t think it would be right that I’m paying out of pocket for these pricey curly classes/certifications to then go to a salon and only make 40% especially when I’d be the only stylist there that could offer true curly cuts and styles. Maybe it’s something I can negotiate down the line but who knows. So my question is should I stay at the salon or would it make more sense to go all in solo? I know this is not recommended but I was thinking of just doing hair out of my house for now until I build my clientele up enough to booth rent because I really don’t see any other way to take off in this specialty while working for a salon and I already feel like I’ve wasted enough time dragging my feet in my area of focus. I regret not making better use of my time while in school but that’s not here nor there.
For background, the reason I can’t do both is because I am a single mom juggling 2 jobs so my time is very limited and I don’t want to take the little free time I have away from my kids so I’d have to sacrifice something and it can’t be my bread winning job because well, that’s how I support myself and my family. I’m only part time at the salon and make pennies so financially it wouldn’t be a hit to me. Sorry for making this long and thank you in advance for any knowledge or insight offered!!

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Synopsis:
Juliette Contzen is a lazy, good-for-nothing princess. Overshadowed by her siblings, she's left with little to do but nap, read … and occasionally cut the falling raindrops with her sword. Spotted one day by an astonished adventurer, he insists on grading Juliette's swordsmanship, then promptly has a mental breakdown at the result.
Soon after, Juliette is given the news that her kingdom is on the brink of bankruptcy. At threat of being married off, the lazy princess vows to do whatever it takes to maintain her current lifestyle, and taking matters into her own hands, escapes in the middle of the night in order to restore her kingdom's finances.
Tags: Comedy, Adventure, Action, Fantasy, Copious Ohohohohos.
Chapter 241: Until Now
The doors to the Hartzwiese Adventurer’s Guild opened.
Before, the sound of raucous laughter could be heard flooding the street outside, filling the quiet of a spring night with all the debauchery the local drunkards had to offer.
Despite the halls of adventurers not being formal drinking establishments, those within were ready to compete in boisterousness with all the taverns, inns and pubs of the town combined. And also win. Handily.
And yet–
The moment the doors parted and I stepped within, a hush as quiet as any grave fell over its inhabitants.
A woman balancing with her derrière upon the head of another became still, the alcohol in her cup the only movement as it dribbled onto a stunned face below her.
A man slurping from the communal cauldron stared wordlessly, the stew pouring in, and then out of his mouth as the muscles of his throat forgot the means to swallow.
A bartender asleep upon a row of kegs quietly rose, the sudden din of silence waking him where the sound of debauchery and those drinking from the taps beside him had failed.
Here, there, and everywhere, eyes widened as the sudden silence was filled with the sounds of my footsteps as I strolled past, my loyal handmaiden and my brother’s attendant in my wake.
And also–
Mreow.
Mrewowow.
Meww.
Cats.
Tabby cats.
Calico cats.
Ragdoll cats.
Cats with twirly whiskers. Cats with puffy faces. Cats with slightly rounded ears.
Behind me, skipping around my legs while taking turns to sit upon my shoulders and very occasionally my head, were a legion of cats of various shapes, sizes and colours.
But no matter the springiness of their whiskers, the shine of their coat or the liveliness of their tails, one thing to bring them all together was the anarchy they caused.
This was no neat line of ducklings following after their mother.
This was a barbarian horde.
With no sense of organisation other than a shared drive to claim everything as their own, they immediately skipped amidst the stunned adventurers, scavenging for all the copious scraps while still turning their noses away from the alcohol forming sticky traps upon the floor.
Saying nothing, I allowed their demanding cries to fill up the hall as I swept forwards, pausing before a wall plastered from end to end with faded notices and requests long gone unanswered.
One by one, I systemically tore every request featuring a crudely drawn image of a cat, gathering into my arms a pile of parchment large enough to reach my chin.
Then, I made my way to the wooden desk.
A receptionist waited with a smile at the ready.
“Greetings! Welcome to the Hartzwiese branch of the Adventurer’s Guild. I see you’ve removed several notices from the–”
Poomph.
Silenced but unperturbed, this latest clone watched as I dropped the stack of requests onto her desk, before promptly topping off the stack with a copper ring.
“Do what must be done,” I said, my voice defiant. “I am ready.”
The receptionist answered me with a smile more permanent than the wall the notices were torn from.
A moment later–
“[Identify].”
A green hue appeared in her clasped palms as she assessed the ring.
“Juliette. B-rank. Your registered branch is Reitzlake.”
The sound of several cups clattered against the floor.
“Welcome again to Hartzwiese. I see from your commission history that you have an extraordinary amount of completions for recovering lost cats. May I assume the significant number of cats now roaming the branch hall relate to the notices removed from the wall?”
I pursed my quivering lips.
“Maybe.”
“Wonderful. And how many cats is it that you’ve rescued?”
“... Lots.”
“I see. Please give me a moment while I confirm the requirements of our commissions.”
The receptionist swiftly retrieved a stack of parchment from a drawer.
As she flicked through, her eyes simultaneously went to every cat roaming, napping and clawing in the hall. A skill not even monstrous overseers from the abyss with their dozens of eyestalks could match. But that’s only to be expected.
Wherever these receptionists were found, it was from a level deeper than any monster dared roam.
Eventually, she gave a nod.
“Thank you for waiting. There appears to be an excess of cats in relation to the number of commissions we have available. We’ll endeavour to ensure that every cat is rehomed at the earliest opportunity through our partner agencies and charities. But unfortunately, I can only provide official acknowledgement for cats rescued through a formal commission.”
I sucked in a deep breath, hoping that patience was one of the things I accidentally inhaled.
“Fine. And how many commissions does that end up being, then? … 10? 15?”
The receptionist flicked through her bundle of parchments once more.
“94.”
“... Excuse me?”
“I can confirm the successful completion of 94 simultaneous F-ranked commissions. Congratulations. This is a new record, breaking what appears to be one earlier set by yourself. A remarkable achievement befitting a B-rank member of the guild.”
The receptionist’s professional smile never wavered.
I thought that would be the worst of it.
But then–
She slowly brought her hands together … and started applauding.
It was the leak which broke the dam.
At once, she was joined by all who were present to witness this crowning moment of regret.
I turned around in time to see a riot in motion.
“W-Wooooooooooo!!!!”
“In … Incredible …”
“A new record … I … I heard it was broken in Trierport … to think I’d witness it broken again!”
“A B-rank adventurer … ?! Where … Where did she come from … ?!”
There was no polite, respectful applause here.
It was the wild cheering of a crowd at a tournament. The whooping cries of theatregoers calling for an encore. The acclaim of my father as he elbowed others to delight in the poetry I’d written when I was 6 and thus now regularly attempted to burn.
Everywhere I turned, I saw and heard the acclaim mixed with shouts of horror as mugs of alcohol were spilled on purpose and by accident. The layabouts stomped on the floor, doing their best to murder decorum under the strain of unbridled emotion.
Only a few falling teardrops formed any hint of more dignified revelry, the glimmer of admiration running down cheeks as sniffles were hidden amidst the raucous cheering.
And then I bore witness to the most morbid sight.
Like a tidal wave of soiled clothes and snotty faces, they suddenly came as one, hands reaching out for me with dripping mugs still in their grips. Horror struck at my soul. And unlike a farmer who’d scarpered into the night, I had nobody who could heal a wound caused by hooligans accepting me as their own.
“A-Amazing!! Take my drink! Take anyone’s drink!!”
“So many cats rescued … even my allergies can’t believe it!”
“My gods, it’s a legend! An adventurer among adventurers!”
This.
This right here.
This was the lowest point of my life … were I not an unparalleled genius.
“Oho … ohoho …”
At once, the wave halted.
Faces which were lit up in unabashed delight turned to looks of mild confusion against the tinkling music of my laughter.
They needed to cycle through the expressions until they reached horror and shame.
“Ohhohohohohohoho!!”
… For I was no drunkard seeking to join their ranks!
No … I was Juliette Contzen, 3rd Princess to the Kingdom of Tirea!
And that meant every action I took, every word I spoke, and every cat I saved was for a reason beyond the hopes and dreams these hoodlums had of wanton debauchery and rusting swords!
Indeed!
A lesser princess than I may slink away into the night, cowed by the utter shame, humiliation and disgrace of completing so many F-ranked requests that I somehow broke a record I’d only just set!
But I was made of greater things!
Of schemes and subterfuges so deep that it would take too long to explain! The plots I weaved were a silken web more intricate than any cogs which made up Coppelia as she doubled up, desperately trying to stop herself from succumbing to more pain from laughter!
And that meant with every cat request now denied to these louts … they would finally do some work!
“Ohoho … ohohohohoho!! Behold and be afraid! Witness before you the coming of a new dawn, here to lift you from your days of boundless reverie! Unfurl the shutters and gaze upon a radiance so pure it brands your dallying minds! The scorching sun has come to test the snail’s back, and all that your bleary eyes see is a great salt lake to devour you whole! Shrivel as you cling upon the sweat which drips upon your brow, for that is the proof you’re yet alive!”
A sudden silence met my proclamation of their coming ordeal.
And then–
“Wooooooooooooooooooooooo!”
“I don’t understand! But what a speech!”
“If she can do it, so can we!”
I raised a hand to my lips, barely covering my smile.
“Ohhhohohohohohohoho … !”
Here it was!
Operation: Gainful Employment!
An entirely new strategy, as bold as it was uncharted!
By removing what was surely the vast majority of missing cat quests available to the adventurers of this town, they would have no choice, utterly none whatsoever, but to engage in actual work! The type of work adventurers openly advertised themselves as doing!
Monster subjugation! Crime prevention! Fetching artifacts from hidden dungeons and then succumbing to their wounds at the entrance while the Royal Treasury pocketed the treasure!
Yes, this was clearly a highly experimental tactic.
But what was I, if not a bastion of creativity?
At the very least, I utterly refused to accept the status quo! An organisation dedicated exclusively to rescuing lost cats or elbowing into my kingdom’s sovereign affairs was no good to me!
Thus … I could not cower like some towngirl nauseous from the smell of their revelry.
Instead, I would squeeze the Adventurer’s Guild dry until the day I replaced them with an army of trained poodles. Until that joyous day, I could never tear my eyes away when they waited to be robbed.
To do so was more than a dereliction of duty …
Why, I’d be an accomplice to their drunken escapades!
My vow remained unchanged. For my goal, I would brave any indignity. The ring I was hoping the receptionist would forget to return was proof of that.
And thus–
I stood tall as a summer reed, proud in the knowledge that I had no need to feel even an inkling of embarrassment over completing 94 simultaneous F-ranked commissions! …
“Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft.”
“S-Stop at once! You are not to laugh!”
“Pffffttt~”
“C-Coppelia!!”
Clearly not seeing the angel of self-sacrifice who I was, Coppelia held one hand tightly around her mouth. Even so, she failed to stop either the sound of her amusement or the tears falling from her eyes.
My only salvation was that it came at significant cost to her. Even now, she careened between laughter and painful regret.
I decided to offer both her and myself mercy.
Turning to the receptionist, I found a modest pouch already waiting upon the wooden desk. As well as a copper ring waiting beside it.
“Thank you for your service to the Adventurer’s Guild,” said the receptionist, her professional smile undaunted by the commotion. “Your total remuneration is 102 gold crowns, 7 silver crowns and 9 copper crowns. I’ve taken the liberty to compile all your separate payments together.”
I took the pouch and ignored the ring.
The receptionist pushed the ring forwards.
A long moment later, I collected it, uncertain what a receptionist would do if I tossed it into the communal cauldron, but knowing it would somehow still end up on my finger regardless.
With my head held high, I bravely ignored the chorus of voices unknowingly cheering for their own hardship as I swept past. Renewed tears and applause filled the hall. A few cats attempted to follow me. I stopped to shoo them away.
And then I was outside, the door closing behind me.
“... Goodness, that was quite the sight,” said Renise with a bemused smile. “It reminded me somewhat of the inns of Reitzlake’s docks. I wonder if all the halls of adventurers are like that, or merely those which you frequent?”
“Please don’t insinuate I’m responsible for the debauchery which occurs wherever the Adventurer’s Guild is concerned. That’s something I can claim no credit for.”
“You say that … but to me, it seems that you caused quite a stir. That really is a remarkable number of cats you rescued, after all. Even I can tell that 94 simultaneous F-ranked commissions–”
“Miss Renise.”
The maid’s smile wavered against whatever fatigued expression I was making.
A moment later, it fell away entirely as she switched to her role as my brother’s attendant and the leader of whatever scoundrels he’d charged her with herding.
“... Yes, I suppose there’s time for idle conversation later. There’s a guardhouse nearby. We should report on all that’s happened tonight.”
I gave a nod of agreement.
Hopefully, the baroness hadn’t woken from her stupor yet. But if she had, I was certain the single portrait of myself I’d returned to the wall of her gallery to smile down at her gagged and bound state would calm her nerves.
Renise hummed towards the direction of Hartzwiese’s centre, before returning her attention to me.
“If you wish to keep your identity incognito, I can see guards sent to where they’re needed using my own authority, and arrange for the appropriate seizure of the goods and crowns we’ve discovered.”
I beamed at once.
My, so prudent! It’s little wonder she was chosen by Roland!
“A judicious offer. And one I’ll accept gladly, providing the burden isn’t too severe.”
“This is merely an administrative task, and little burden compared to what both yourself and Miss Coppelia regularly perform. In any event, it is only efficient. I expect I’ll be spending a significant amount of time at the baroness’s farmstead. It is quite extensive. If possible, I would like to make use of it for Rose House. I imagine having such a facility close to the Granholtz border would have its uses.”
I nodded, already forgetting the barn’s existence.
“I encourage you to use your discretion as required. My brother has put his trust in you, and so I both expect and know that you shall not disappoint in furthering the kingdom’s prosperity.”
The young woman smiled. One filled with appreciation, but also lacking ambition.
Good.
An excellent combination as far as retainers were concerned.
“Thank you. Although I worry you place too much trust in my abilities. In truth, those like Baroness Arisa would have made for a greater asset to the kingdom. Her resourcefulness must be acknowledged.”
“It is not resourcefulness my kingdom requires. It is loyalty. And hers is a pit so empty it drains others.”
“That’s true. But at least we were able to acquire some useful things from her nonetheless.”
Renise pulled out a tiny vial from the belt around her thigh.
A golden liquid was stored within, glimmering with an unnatural light.
“These were in her chamber,” she said, her eyes lacking emotion as she surveyed the bright liquid. “When we met, she actually attempted to purchase my loyalty with this.”
“A suspect vial. How quaint. And what miracle did she promise?”
“One that would wake my parents from their curse of eternal slumber.”
“... And is it?”
“I don’t believe so, no. This is one of many identical vials I found in her chamber’s desk drawer. All prominently labelled with instructions to only drink as required to stave off the effects of bloating.”
Renise returned the vial to her belt with a slightly embarrassed smile.
“It’s still useful,” she admitted. “But just not for what I require.”
I gave a simple nod as my reply.
Nothing else needed to be said.
She hoped to see her parents wake from their prison of dormancy. An understandable wish. And one I wasn’t required to supplement with the comment that no pair named the Smuggler King and the Smuggler Queen were likely to receive as light a sentence as their daughter.
I could not speak on behalf of Roland. Although I imagined that as a kind man, he would prefer not to pass judgements which were total. But as the Crown Prince, he did not have the luxury of kindness.
It would take much to change their fate.
But perhaps that’s why Renise was here, still proving true, and not accepting stomach ailment potions from a baroness.
A moment of silence followed.
Renise gave a short sigh. And that was that.
She set her eyes on the task ahead–at least until whatever words she’d parted her mouth to say were interrupted by Coppelia’s humming instead.
“Sooooooooooooooo … you just want to wake up two people eternally sleeping, right?”
A small smile met her optimistic voice.
“If a cure were readily available, I’m certain I would have found it by now. I believe one might be possible, but it would take skill and ingredients beyond any apothecary I know of.”
“Well, sure, you could go that way. But what about going straight to the source instead?”
“The source?”
“Sure. They’re asleep, right? So just ask the one in charge of where they are now.”
“I’m … not quite sure I follow?”
Coppelia clapped her hands together and beamed.
“The Spring Court is the realm of dreams. Chances are, they must have shown their faces around a few times by now. If you ask the Spring Queen nicely, she might do you a favour.”
“The Spring Queen? … The fae?”
“Mmh~ luckily, we have someone with connections here!”
Renise was startled out of her reply.
It was nothing compared to me. The one being pointed at.
“Coppelia!” I said, truly aghast at the suggestion. “The fae are not to be taken lightly. Why, I still have nightmares about my conversation with the Winter Queen! I learned a side to royalty that day which I shall never forget … and I’m quite poorer for it!”
“You met … the Winter Queen?” asked Renise, her eyes suddenly wide.
“Unfortunately, yes, but I had zero intention of meeting her, and I’ve just as little intention of meeting any other fae as well. Including the Spring Queen.”
I waved away the coming query to declare what was just as important as my lack of enthusiasm.
“Besides, I’ve not the foggiest idea how I would even hope to use these supposed connections I have.”
“Oh, that’s the easy bit,” said Coppelia, her casual disregard for what counted as ‘easy’ more terrifying than any lout I’d met today. “The hard part is getting them to do what you want. But meeting them? The fae are creatures of stories. If the time is right, they’ll speak to you–one way or another.”
“Then they must book an appointment. One which I can formally reject.”
“I mean, I don’t think you have much choice. You didn’t last time, right?”
“The last time, I was sat beside the Winter Queen’s crown. I see no fae artifacts to hook me away. And that means utterly no scenario in which I could be abducted without my express–”
I suddenly stopped, clasping my hands around my mouth.
A moment later, I raised my arms in a martial art I’d just invented, turning repeatedly on the spot.
Renise blinked at me.
“Excuse me, but what are–”
“Shhshhshh!!”
I paused, gazing intently around at the quiet, dark streets of Hartzwiese, all the while ignoring Coppelia’s giggling at my near miss.
That … That was close!
“O-Oho … oho … I almost invited something terrible. Truly, it’s perhaps best not to needlessly voice things which Fae Queens and their deviant brand of magic could use …”
Coppelia nodded at me, as proud as she was clearly disappointed.
“You’re lucky. If the Spring Queen had a sense of humour, she’d have snagged you right there and then.”
“No. If the Spring Queen had a sense of humour, she’d wait until–”
Click.
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WRITER CHAOS: BY JAYLEN WHITE
Naruto busted into the room, excited about today’s adventure. Meanwhile, Your Mom is sleeping on a large bed, because a regular bed can’t fit her large size. “I’M GONNA BE HO-HO-HOKAGE!” Naruto shouts. Then, Micheal Jackson slowly moonwalks to the nearest Glock 18 “ABOUT TO SHHOT YA’S BEFORE YA BECOME WHATEVER YOU JUST SAID!” Micheal Jackson says. “Proceed to shoot me now! Nothing will stop me from becoming big leader man!” Naruto exclaims. Soon, Your Mom gets up, with each step causing the ground to rumble, and then proceeds to groan softly. “Man, that nap was amazing! Got anymore ice cream?” Naruto and Micheal Jackson scream in terror as they see the large abomination, confused on how somehow like Your Mom could be so big.
Meanwhile, Mr Beast is hosting yet another challenge…
“HEY, FIRST PERSON TO DIE GETS 100 MILLION DOLLARS!” Mr Beast quickly says. Soon, the people attending quickly try to commit suicide, but Mr Beast gets hit by a nuclear missile before that can even happen. Mr Beast smiles, as half of his body is literary torn apart, “Man, well the challenge still continues!”
Your Mom is walking towards the duo, preparing to chunk them out of existence. “I don’t like heavy stares…” Your Mom deeply says. Naruto and Micheal Jackson look at each other in shock, before proceeding to run away from the big fat momma. Your Mom is too heavy to run, so she must slowly walk towards the group.
The people attending Mr Beast’s challenge have all died! Leaving good ol Jimmy Donaldson. “Oi gee walikers! I sure had fun killing and forcing these people to die!” A dying body groans in the distance, wondering why he hasn’t received money… “H-H-Hey… I died first… WHY!?!” The person screams, as he slowly bleeds out to the beating he received earlier, from the other attendants. Mr Beast stand up, and somehow, his torn-up body is healed instantly. He then checks his watch, and looks up at the sky…
“Looks like they finally arrived.” Jimmy says, before teleporting to another location.
Soon, Your Mom finally arrived to where Naruto and Micheal Jackson hid. “What are you doing kid?” Batman abruptly says, before firing at Your Mom with a minigun. Your Mom, however, is unfazed. “I don’t like people who shoot me with large weapons.” Your Mom slowly walks towards Batman, and Batman screams in terror, and doesn’t even try to run...

Batman is slowly killed by Your Mom’s large strength.
Naruto peaks from the hiding spot, very frightened by the creature. Suddenly, Naruto feels a surge of energy run through him, he feels like he could take on Your Mom…
Naruto’s eyes turn a lil bit frog-like, like, those, fox eyes? Yeah those. He then launches Your Mom all the way through the ground, causing a bit of blood to appear on her tough exterior.
Your Mom responds by slowly walking towards Naruto, but Naruto swiftly breaks her arm before she can continue moving. “AHHHHH.” Your Mom’s arm starts spurting blood, before she slowly falls to the ground, and dies slowly…
Naruto relieves his form, before twerking on Your Mom to literal insanity. Micheal Jackson pulls out his Glock, before shooting Naruto straight in the head, killing him. “Finally got rid of that Nuisance.”
Chapter 2: Mr Beast vs Micheal Jackson.
After the quick death of Naruto, Mr Beast teleports in front of Micheal Jackson. “Hey bro,” Mr Beast looks at the dead body, “You sure were busy…” Micheal Jackson looks at Mr Beast in confusion, and shoots Mr Beast, with no retaliation. The bullet bounces off Mr Beast, and lands directly inside Micheal Jackson’s heart.
A bystander walks by, and slowly turns his pupils at the dead body, and the injured Micheal Jackson. “DON’T KILL ME! PLEASE?” Mr Beast walks towards the bystander, and Micheal Jackson slowly raises his gum at Mr Beast’s head. “W-WATCH OUT!” The Bystander screamed. It was too late, and Mr Beast was shot, and the bullet bounced off again! Micheal Jackson was killed almost instantly.

2 days later…
“Hrm… This substitute is quite fine… Il sees what I can do.” MS slowly says, as he injects Micheal Jackson’s dead body with strength serum. Soon, Micheal Jackson breathes again, and his wounds heal almost instantly, and his muscles bulge like John Cena’s. “I WILL KILL HIM!” Micheal Jackson says as he wakes up from his almost-eternal slumber.

Mini Story: Big Chungus and Rival Nomento
Big Chungus was casually binging on human meat, when his rival, Big Bunny Nomento eats a large amount, much more than him.
“Hey! I bet you stole that food, dummy!” Chungus says. Nomento looks at the bunny with anger, before launching him across the stratosphere. Big Chungus responds by diving straight into Nomento, but he luckily blocks before Chungus can kill him. “I’M ABOUT TO TURN YOU INTO A FOSSILIZED CREATURE!” Chungus says, before preparing for battle.
Micheal Jackson arrives at the place where Mr Beast was, where he was now editing his latest video. “Oh, you came back?” Mr Beast says in confusion, before Micheal Jackson brutally smashes him on the wall, where Mr Beast bounces off it like butter. “You can’t kill me, so stop trying!” Mr Beast says. Micheal Jackson roars in anger, before kicking Mr Beast into outer space, where he casually sips a smoothie.
Mr Beast falls back onto earth, where his body catches fire due to the high speeds. Where he destroys the entire area where Micheal Jackson was, but he too in unscathed.
Mr Beast sighs, refusing to attack Micheal Jackson. “HEY, IL KILL YOU!!!” Micheal Jackson says, before smashing Mr Beast repeatedly, trying to kill him. “Why won’t you just die…” Micheal Jackson says, with tears in his eyes.
Mr Beast finally proceeds to inflict damage on Micheal Jackson, by using his singular finger, to send Micheal Jackson flying into the halls, causing his bones to break, and his body to bleed.
“I’m sorry, but you can’t seem to stop, so I had to kill you. Goodbye friend.” Micheal Jackson looks at Mr Beast with anger, before slowly dying in his grasp.
MS appears at the scene, clapping with joy. “You killed my genetically enhanced being. Impressive.” He pulls a case of syringes, before finally selecting one. “Micheal Jackson will be back…”
Chapter 3: Too much sugar?
Naruto’s dead body lingered in the room, but that same menacing energy filled the area.
“LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Naruto awakens, preparing his next strike!
“W-What? Why am I here?” Naruto looks around, before walking out of the area he was in. Before landing on Micheal Jackson’s dead body.
Meanwhile, MS is preparing to make a clone of Naruto, who he still believes is dead, as he finishes, he gets a response. “Will kill target. Will get big leader man cape.” Evil Naruto has entered the scene!
Naruto screams, thinking that Micheal Jackson was brutally murdered. “WHY, WHO? HOW!” He looks at Micheal Jackson’s big muscles, and realizes that he doesn’t look like he’s decomposing, at all. He sees a fluid leaking out of him, and he proceeds to drink it. His body instantly changes, and he feels like he could destroy anything. He’d gained the powers that Micheal Jackson once had. Suddenly, Naruto hears a rumbling sound in a pile of metal, and C-12 appears, a large robot that attacks anything it sees. C-12 proceeds to launch Missiles at Naruto, which he somehow easily destroys with his bare hands, before proceeding to rip C-12 limb from limb, only leaving the head. He then swiftly runs away, and leaps onto the nearest building with surprising ease. “Man. That was quick. Didn’t know I could do that!”
Evil Naruto is sent out to retrieve Micheal Jackson’s body, and on the way, he notices Regular Naruto, looking very similar to him. “YOU THERE, STATE YOR INTENTIONS” E Naruto says. R Naruto looks at E Naruto with surprise, thinking that is it another robot. He then proceeds to rush towards E Naruto, who easily dodges all the attacks.
E Naruto swiftly back chops Naruto in the neck, before bagging him up, and heading back to MS. He walks past the area, destroying every building in sight, and every human in sight as well. He then arrives at the base, where MS works on creating a serum for Micheal Jackson.
“MS… That boy didn’t die, I found him.” He opens the bag, revealing an unconscious R Naruto, in which he slowly slumps on the floor, before waking up In shock. “AWAH!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY AM I HERE, WHO’S THAT KID WHO BEAT ME UP?!” R Naruto exclaims, while making rapid movements due to surprise.
MS slowly walks towards R Naruto, before chaining him up swiftly, and grabbing a white syringe. And Injecting Naruto with it. R Naruto began to twitch and flicker, before closing his eyes, once a nice blue shine, now turned into evil red eyes. Evil Naruto looks around, looking at the chained up Regular Naruto, now infected.
Mini Story: Big Chungus and Rival Nomento P2.
Nomento releases a flurry of strikes against Big Chungus, ferociously beating him up, but Big Chungus responds by absorbing the attacks, and launching himself directly at Noemnto, crushing him, and allowing Big Chungus to bleed out.
He was now victorious.

Chapter 4: Infected VS Defected
Infected Naruto went back to the location he was beaten, and then searched for Micheal Jackson. When he finally arrived, he didn’t see Micheal Jackson, but instead a note, saying “I LIKE MEN.” Soon after he read the note, he was knocked unconscious.
“Hey, what should we do?” DanTDM said. Micheal swiftly chained up Infected Naruto, and signaled Dan to hand him a syringe. “I bet MS did this…” Micheal said. Dan handed Micheal a syringe, and Micheal Slowly tried to take out what Naruto was infected with, but before he could finish, the entire area was destroyed! “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, YOU TRIED LMAO.” Evil Naruto said, before swiftly stabbing DanTDM, and bagging them up. “I can kill you easily!” Micheal Jackson exclaimed, before charging at Evil Naruto.
Evil Naruto easily grabbed Micheal’s leg and threw him across the room. “How!” Micheal said. “Well, I’m just better than you.” Evil Naruto said. Infected Naruto soon woke up, looking at the aftermath, yet he does not speak, and swiftly slashes the chains with his bare hands.
“Great job my little Naruto!” Evil Naruto said, before leaving the area, along with Infected Naruto.
“Huff, Puff…” Micheal Jackson said, before moving away the rubble, and swiftly looking at the syringe. It had parts of the serum, so, if he injected himself with it, he would be stronger.
Meanwhile, Mr Beast is finished editing his video. Before he can click on export, his entire room is destroyed! By… C-12? That same robot killed by Naruto! C-12 swiftly tries to kill Mr Beast, but he easily breaks apart one of his repaired arms, causing C-12 to retreat, but we now know he’s still alive…
Mr Beast is annoyed that his house was destroyed, and he decided to go outside instead.
Meanwhile, Infected Naruto is demolishing cities, while polka dancing rapidly. Evil Naruto is watching by the sidelines, looking for any of Micheal’s friends.
Micheal Jackson injected himself with the syringe and is now rushing towards Evil Naruto “YOU DIE NOW!” As soon as he gets there, Micheal Jackson punches Evil Naruto in the face, launching him across the destroyed buildings. Evil Naruto begins to bleed out, huffing and puffing like Bill Mercury.
Infected Naruto is still destroying the buildings, and he has not noticed the assault. Micheal Jackson continues by destroying and battering Evil Naruto’s face, who is now fully dead. Mr Beast walks by the assault and looks at Micheal Jackson with surprise. “You’re still killing people?” Mr Beast says, while casually walking away.
Micheal Jackson was now targeting Infected Naruto, but he had left after Evil Naruto was brutally killed. So, he decided to head back to MS, where he was originally given the power to stand up to Mr Beast.
MS soon found the news, from the brain chip imbedded in Evil Naruto. MS, angered, decided to inject himself with the GOD Syringe, one that would make him extremely powerful… Enough power to destroy the universe, and to destroy those who oppose him.

MS’s muscles bulge, and he turns into a cosmic being, well, looks like one, and he is now ready to strike. Divine MS has entered the scene!

Chapter 5: Micheal Jackson, and Big Chungus
Days after the events of chapter 4 happened, Micheal Jackson decided to go to the hospital, to support the people that were injured due to Evil Naruto’s antics. While walking towards the white walls, he notices a extremely large rabbit., who is eating several chicken tenders.
“Hello? Are you seriously eating while injured?” Micheal said. The large rabbit looked at Micheal, before introducing himself. “I’m Big Chungus. I’m fine, so don’t worry about me. These dumb humans think I’m hurt!” Big Chungus rolls over, revealing a hole in his chest, that was caused due to the battle he had with Nomento.
“You have a hole in your chest, and you’re able to digest food???” Micheal said in confusion. “Yeah, it’s just how bunnies work.” Chungus said, before standing up and walking out of the room.
Micheal Jackson ignored the encounter, and prepared to leave the hospital as well…
Micheal Jackson saw Big Chungus, ripping apart a human, and eating it. Micheal Jackson immediately prepared to fight Chungus, but it was a totally different bunny. “Hey, I’m Nomento,” Nomento easily went behind Micheal, as if moving at the speed of light. “Die” Suddenly, Nomento easily knocked Micheal across the room, but it didn’t faze Micheal. “Hey, that hurt! Come on, fight like a… What are you exactly?”
Micheal Jackson rushed towards Nomento, before smashing his face into the ground, and throwing him across the city. Micheal Jackson leaped towards Nomento, and side chopped him straight into the ground. But Nomento was unfazed.
“You are weak. I will kill you.” Nomento walked towards Micheal, who was in shock. Nomento clutched Micheal’s neck and began choking him rapidly. Micheal tried to resist, but it was futile.
Suddenly, an even larger bunny arrived, it was Big Chungus! He swiftly impaled Nomento with his bare hands, and threw him into the outer space, before leaping all the way up to him, delivering multiple punches to every part of the chest.

Micheal Jackson watched in awe as Big Chungus easily defeated Nomento, the one who beat Micheal up with ease. Micheal Jackson rushed towards the fallen Nomento, before looking at Big Chungus. “How’d you do that?” Micheal said. “I’m just very strong!” Chungus responded.
Meanwhile… Infected Naruto was at MS’s laboratory.
“Hm… Good job my little experiment. Time to put you to sleep…” MS said, before walking towards his vat of Naruto clones, preparing to wreak havoc on the cites, and the entire world…
One by one, the Naruto clones went out of their respective vats, before grabbing a bag, and a few weapons, and leaving the lab.
Micheal Jackson was having a nice time, at their nearest McDonalds, with Bog Chungs eating 3 Big Macs, and Micheal Jackson trying to bend a wall with a French fry. “I can’t begin to imagine how you got that strong.” Micheal Jackson said, while accidently breaking the French fry he tried to use.
Big Chungus had a lot of training done to get as strong as he is now…

Chapter 6: THE ONE.
Big Chungus was a normal bunny, who did normal bunny things, like stick carrots up his anus. Big Chungus was just Regular Chungus, and his rival, Nomento, was also a normal bunny, who was just a few ounces bigger than him.
Nometo left the fields that Big Chungus laid, to search for more carrots to stick up Chungs’s anus. Chungus was starving, since there were no more carrots to stick his anus in. So, he resorted to EATING HUMANS. One after another, he ate humans, buckets of them. He got bigger and bigger, and gained the nickname, Big Chungus.
Once Nomento came back with carrots, it was revealed that he was the reason that the fields ran out of carrots, angering Big Chungus, and causing him to destroy half of the Earth… Nomento was surprised, and tried to fight back, but was led to the original Earth of 252, where his counterpart was rivaling Big Chungus, and where the Earth wasn’t cut in half. (This means there are 2 Big Chunguss and 2 Nomentos)
The Nomento of Earth 252 wasn’t that nice, and loved to kill random humans, not for food, but for fun. Big Chungus was the same as Earth 234 (The Earth Big Chungus destroyed half of) Big Chungus just didn’t destroy half the earth this time. That raises the question, which Big Chungus is Micheal Jackson talking to?
Meanwhile…. Someone else is…. Questionably destroying the Sears Tower…
DA HE-SC-SPY GROUP!
The group swiftly polka danced their way to the tower, before bombing it with several grade-3 tanks. “DESTROY DA BUILDING NOW!” Heavy said, before launching several nuclear missiles at the tower, and then proceeding to kill everyone near the tower using his mini gun. Meanwhile, Scout is running up the walls, placing down multiple bombs, shaped like chocolate bunnies. “Time to explode the… Can’t think of a good pun.” Scout said, before releasing the bombs, exploding half of the Sears Tower, and causing the tower to come falling.
Spy is disguising himself as a coworker for the company, swiftly killing every worker internally via his kunai from space.
BOOM! The sound of Divine MS busting into the room frightens everyone… The aura that Divine MS gives off, it’s like a thousand big macs, but scarier and tastier. Divine MS easily picks up the falling tower and launches it into space at the speed of light, leaving Spy to scream in terror as he tries to escape the tower, and he is barely able to jump out safely onto ground.
“I have created a clone of me, to work… WHILE I’M DESTROYING THIS PLANET.” Divine MS says, before swiftly picking up a piece of the ground, and throwing it at Heavy, the big guy of the DHS group. Heavy responds by destroying the rubble with his mini gun, but the rubble is too strong, and Heavy his incapacitated by the rubble, and Scout rushes towards him, trying to free him by using his ultra-fast legs.
Divine MS easily arrives behind Scout, at near light speed, before kicking Scout across the entire Earth, causing him to fall unconscious almost instantly, and leaving Heavy to stare at the chaos that unfolds…
But, Mr Beast slowly arrives, staring at the chaos, unfazed by the events. “So, you’ve created a super powerful version of yourself?” Mr Beast easily side chops Divine MS, before he can even react. Divine MS was knocked out by Mr Beast…. “Such weaklings… Well, cya later humanity!” In the blink of an eye, Mr Beast teleports away, going back to… Who knows where?
Chapter 7: The No AU Group
Micheal Jackson was unaware of the events that happened, so was Big Chungus. Da He-Sc-Spy group was luckily able to live to see another day but decided to take a break for a while. Heavy, the tank man of the group, decided to continue doing missions, as he was the only one who wasn’t knocked out by Divine MS.
“Ok, that’s it!” Scout said to Spy, “He’s left again to do another DANGEROUS mission! I don’t want our human shield to die!” Spy was too battered up to say anything, and just nodded in agreement, while slowly preparing to grab a cup of milk.
Meanwhile… Multiple Naruto’s roamed the streets, and it was unclear who the real Naruto was… All the Naruto’s prepared to destroy every building, and started killing civilians, good, and bad. And Micheal Jackson swiftly left the restaurant to deal with the situation. “I’m not letting Big Chungus take all the fame!” Micheal said, before preparing to destroy the entire batch of Naruto’s.
But…. Half of the infected Naruto’s rushed after Micheal, battering him up and ripping him apart, as he watched the other Naruto’s slowly destroy the city. Out of nowhere, the Naruto’s heads were popped off, by what seems to be Mr Beast… “You again!” Micheal Jackson said.
“I don’t know you… I don’t know anyone from here…” Mr Beast says, unaware of Michal Jackson. “But we fought! You killed me!” Micheal Jackson said, “No, this is my first time on this earth, Who are you?” Mr Beast replied. Micheal Jackson was shocked, how did Mr Beast not know the person he killed just days ago?
“Wait, I don’t have an Earth, nor a universe. I just save planets from power hungry things. I bet you have a ‘Me’ in this dimension, right?” Micheal Jackson swiftly backed away, assuming that Mr Beast was capable of interdimensional travel. “That guy, is a maniac.” Micheal Jackson whispered, before running away from the dead cloned Naruto’s.
“Wait, don’t go! I didn’t mean to scare you!” Mr Beast said, before swiftly chasing after Micheal Jackson. “I have a group of friends, who also don’t have a universe. I call it the No AU group. You should contribute to it.” Mr Beast stated, before swiftly arriving in front of Micheal Jackson out of nowhere.
“No…. You’re an idiot for thinking I’d join a group with similar people like you!” Micheal Jackson replied, and soon after, Micheal Jackson attempted to attack Mr Beast with his massive muscles. “DIE!!!!” Mr Beast was easily able to dodge the attack, and counter with a swift blow to the stomach, causing Micheal Jackson to hold up in agony.
“We used to have universes, but they were destroyed by the hands of another Mr Beast. We call him Evil Mr Beast, cause what he did was, well, evil.” Mr Beast stated, before reaching out to help Micheal Jackson. “Well, I guess every Mr Beast is insanely strong…” Micheal Jackson said quietly.
Suddenly, a group of different Mr Beast’s arrived at the scene and began to look at each other casually. Every Mr Beast began talking, before walking over to the Mr Beast interacting with Micheal Jackson. “This is the No AU group, the one I just told you about. We have to go, but we’ll meet again soon, probably.” Mr Beast walks towards his group, before teleporting off somewhere, just like Mr Beast…
“I wonder if there are groups of me?” Micheal Jackson pondered…
Heavy was on another mission and was swiftly taking care of everything in his sight. No attack affected him, and he was easily able to complete missions even while injured. Seems like a horror movie to me.
Chapter 8: Turn for the… LURK.
The real infected Naruto lie in MS’s lab, who was currently working on a big project, while Infected Naruto was leading the next batch of his clones, not being able to control his body at all. “I wish I could end this…. But I’ve just given up at this point.” Naruto thought, while mindlessly leading the batch of clones.
Heavy was on a mission, to take care of a… Peculiar assignment, which involved killing multiple enemies that looked the same, possibly clones of Naruto. “DON’T DO IT! DON’T GO ON ANOTHER MISSION!” Scout signaled. Heavy still went though, like a giga chad or smth.
The batch of Naruto’s destroyed the city thus more, killing every person in sight, and destroying every building possible. Then… DanTDM arrives at the scene. “You thought I WAS DEAD?” DanTDM said, before revealing his mechanical body. “Sadly, that dumb MS thought I was going to obey him, and he gave me this cool mechanical body too! Now, mate, Il kill all of you, and save this city!”
DanTDM swiftly launched several missiles at the Naruto’s, causing most of them to die. DanTDM then extended his mechanical arms and grabbed up a batch of Naruto’s, before destroying them by sending them flying in the air. This left about 24 Naruto’s left, who quickly fled the scene in fear of being killed. Who knew CLONES were sentient.
Quickly after, Heavy arrived at the scene, surprised to see that the situation was already resolved. “Did you seriously steal my kills?” Heavy said, before frowning sadly. “It’s the city we’re talking about! Why would I hesitate to kill clones?” DanTDM said, before swiftly leaving the area using his mechanical arms to grapple his way out.
Meanwhile, the clones are still running, swiftly hiding in halls, and climbing up buildings, before arriving at the destroyed lab DanTDM was previously. “So, clones, we have to hurry up and increase our usage of tech, so we can kill that dumb British robot guy.” A clone said, before grabbing a chunk of metal and grinding it down using another chunk of metal.
The clones agreed, and prepared to clean up the lab, and use piles of wood they found to rebuild the lab, thus creating the DanTDM lab 2.0. The clones began working and made a set of weapons that can easily cut through DanTDM’s robot material, allowing for a quick and easy kill. “Hey, I found a syringe on the floor!” One of the clones said, before picking up the syringe and throwing it at another clone. “We can use this...”
The clones began to use the metal and wood to create a liquid substance that hardens the skin for a short period of time. “If we produce this in mass, we be hardening the world with this, bruv.” A clone said, before injecting himself with the syringe, causing his skin to feel hard and heavy. One of the clones tried to punch the hardened clone, causing their hands to break. “I guess it works….” The clone said, before rubbing his arm slowly.
Day after day, the Naruto clones made even more inventions, and decided to hide their identity by using human suits and planned on stealing from MS to get even more supplies. “That dumb MS doesn’t even pay us!” A clone said, “Well, we are clones…” Another clone said. “Why is he even called MS? Is that a nickname?” The clones made a plan…
And they were gonna follow it.

Chapter 9: The reality breakers.
Micheal Jackson was in distress, after meeting multiple Mr Beast versions, and now contemplating if they are even from this earth.
“Seems like you’re questioning reality.” A mysterious figure said, slowly walking towards Micheal Jackson. “Trust me, I’ve been through worse, MUCH WORSE.” Micheal Jackson swiftly went into a battle stance, preparing to fight.
“Hey, hey! I’m not dangerous, unlike the various other people you’ve met…” The figure said, before somehow appear in front of Micheal Jackson in what seems like the speed of light. “I’m Deez Nuts. Apart of the reality breakers, don’t know why we’re called that though…. Just call me Din.” Din slowly rubs his back, before placing his hands on Micheal Jacksons shoulder.
“So, first I meet an invincible being, and now I meet you?” Micheal Jackson says in fear, before slowly backing up. “I won’t hurt you bruv, believe me. I know everything, so don’t even try to hide it. I’m powerful than that Mr Beast guy, I don’t even need to teleport, I can just move so fast, that I arrive their instantly.” Din says, before somehow arriving behind Micheal Jackson, FASTER THAN LIGHT?
“When someone questions reality, that’s when we come in. We’re there because you no longer believe we’re NOT there.” Din says. Micheal Jackson looks up, then down, and then back at Din. “I just want to eat a taco man.” Micheal Jackson says. “Ok, I need to give you some info. So, the readers can understand a bit of things.” Din says, “What readers?” Micheal Jackson replies.
“Just listen bruv. Clones of Naruto are planning on killing MS, but they’re gonna get absolutely flawlessed. Not like you need to know *wink*. The leader of the clone group is Naruto Prime, and Infected Naruto is the regular Naruto that you originally wanted to kill. Divine MS would be the original MS, any other MS you see that isn’t strong is just a clone. Just know… Il be here whenever you have questions!”
Micheal Jackson was more confused than an acorn that had been injected with several ounces of cocaine. Due to this, Micheal Jackson fell unconscious, and Din walked away, waving in the distance. (Hey, Din here. This is how il talk to you. The story is all jumbled about, and I’m the only serious character you’ll see for a while! So, when you see parentheses, just know it’s me! I’m here to make sure no one makes assumptions about the story.)
The clones went about, carefully splitting up to gain more intel on humans, and to hopefully kill MS. Naruto Prime, (The leader.), was swiftly able to store most of the hardening serum, and able to give it to most of the other Naruto clones. Naruto Prime oversaw when the serums would be used. “Hey bruv, go ahead and MOVE OUT!” Naruto Prime said to the group with it, and the group complied. The clones went to MS’s lab, which was luckily close by, hidden by a flock of birds, that Naruto Prime took care of with the hardening serum.
The clones dispatched, and went to the clone vat, revealing Infected Naruto, the person in charge of dispatching the clones. “YOU!!!!” Naruto Prime yelped, before swiftly attacking the vats of clones, and ordering the other clones to fight Infected Naruto. “Die.” Infected Naruto said, before easily knocking out half of the clones, leaving only a few left. (The clones aren’t dead.). Naruto Prime was able to run away, and bring the clones with him before Infected Naruto could do anything, but their plan had failed, and they didn’t even reach MS…

Chapter 10: The Finale? (2 pages longer lol)
Everyone conflicts with one another. Micheal Jackson needs to defeat Naruto, the clones of Naruto are fighting against Naruto and MS, and Big Chungus needs to fight Nomento. One question remains, who will win?
“Heh looks like this battered up robot is still here. How about I fix you up.” Micheal Jackson says, picking up C-12’s body, and walking towards the area where he builds stiff. Micheal Jackson adds missile launchers onto C-12, and sharp and heavy armor to keep him defended, he also adds a self-destruction button, so he can have a final comeback.
“I’m gonna kill Naruto, and MS too. Il makes sure it ends with a big explosion that you see on TV.” As the robot wires up, it begins to beep in unheard ways, and Micheal Jackson hears a big BOOM outside the workshop…
“WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS?” Mr Beast yelps, looking at another Mr Breast, who seems to wear a pirate eye patch, along with a black suit, and looks, well, evil. Micheal Jackson goes outside, and sees the Evil Mr Beast, destroying everything with ease, and being able to harm Regular Mr Beast. It seems Evil Mr Beast is something.
Meanwhile, the clones hatch another plan, they were the creators of C-12, and used that robot to originally capture Nartuo. The clones had planned on creating another prototype, C-15. Yep, they tried to do these 2 more times, and had finally created a better robot. It came with the best AI the world could offer too! “Ok, the robot is ready to launch!” A nerdy Naruto said, before typing things on the terminal that controlled the robot.
“Do it, launch the robot!” Naruto Prime said, before swiftly ordering the other clones to guard the robot as it booted up. “C-15 at your service.” The robot said, causing the entire room to be filled with screams of happiness, the robot had finally worked.
Micheal Jackson had no choice but to grab the modified version of C-12, which he nicknamed, Scrapy, mainly because the robot seems to always get destroyed. Micheal Jackson had also improved the AI, so Scrappy should be smarter now, right? Micheal Jackson hears the commotion between Regular Mr Beast and Evil Mr Beast. Based off what he heard from the No AU group, Evil Mr Beast is going to destroy his universe…
The No AU group rushes past Micheal Jackson, with no time to talk, and they proceed to join the fight against Evil Mr Beast, while Micheal Jackson runs away in fear. If Micheal Jackson was able to kill Naruto’s evil counterpart, couldn’t he kill Mr Beasts? No, its too dangerous, Micheal Jackson wouldn’t want to die, after he just made a super powerful robot.
“Hey ol mate, why you running from the danger? I CRAVE DANGER.” Scrappy had woken up, and swiftly used his rocket powered legs to boost up towards the No AU group, forcing Micheal Jackson to run towards Scrappy, since he didn’t want to have his precious baby destroyed lol.
“So, you want to join the war efforts?” Mr Beast said, the one that’s the leader of the NAU group. “Fine, Il do it, just because my dumb robot has a death wish.” Micheal Jackson sighed, before swiftly throwing large chunks of rock at Evil Mr Beast, barely dodging his attacks, and barely able to keep up with his insane speed, that faster than Din (That’s me :D) Evil Mr Beast really is something else, but out of nowhere, Big Chungus arrives at the scene, preparing to launch his large body at Evil Mr Beast.
“Take that ya dumb knock-off!” Big Chungus screams. Despite not making a dent in Evil Mr Beast, he did gain confidence from that quick encounter. “Hey, you’re here too!” Micheal Jackson says, “Yep, I had enough time to check on you, and look what I found….” Big Chungus looks at the No AU group, and the maniac robot trying to fight Evil Mr Beast head on. Big Chungus then looks at Micheal Jackson, his friend, and the one who taught him that eating humans is well, bad.
Infected Naruto walks towards another vat of clones, preparing to strike, but suddenly, he hears a knock on the door. The door BLASTS open, and a large robot, named C-15 arrives, attack Infected Naruto while sustaining little to no damage. Naruto Prime and the other clones watch in the background as Infected Naruto is slowly being defeated.
Infected Naruto is finally killed, or it looks to be that way. The serum that lingered in Infected Naruto was now gone, and he was able to think freely again. “W-What. WAIT, WHY AM I BEING ATTACKED?” Naruto said, before getting into a battle stance. “Wait, you’re telling me you’re not going to attack us?” Naruto Prime said, “WELL YOU ATTACKED ME!” Naruto said, before running away from the robot, and Naruto Prime, and out the lab.
“Phew, got away from those weird people, who look like me for some reason.” Naruto thought, before seeing a very large hole in the ground, caused by Evil Mr Beast. “Nope.” Naruto turns back, and leaves the area, too scared to be killed, and experimented on, for the third time.
Meanwhile, the clones advance to the first floor, where MS lie.
Evil Mr Beast begins to fly up in the air, and make a literal black hole, which absorbs everything around it. “I do not understand. Just give up already!” Evil Mr Beast says, throwing the black hole at Original Mr Beast, killing him almost instantly. It almost kills the leader of the NAU group too. Scrappy is somehow still standing, and still wants to fight Evil Mr beast, despite what happened.
TripTraps Guide to the Multiverse.
I’m TripTrap, certified hunter of the Multiverse, and how about I introduce you to the encounters you just witnessed. You firstly saw a very powerful character, and you saw another powerful character die as well (Why are you here?) Shut u- I mean, of course I must be here, a very important character died! Well, it was more of which the fact that he was alive since chapter 1…. Never mind that, now that Mr Beast has died, I can finally prepare… THE TOKEN OF REVIVAL! That means, if Mr Beast is revived (For whatever reason -_-) Then Il be here to announce when this token was used! TripTrap, the reality breaker of announcement, signing off! (Can we get to the story already?)
Half of the NAU group rush towards Evil Mr Beast, and for all their efforts, a bit of damage was done of Evil Mr Beast, just a little tiny scar on the face, its microscopically big. It’s still damage though! Big Chungus decides to run away, who wants to face a black hole?
The clones head towards MS and use the robot to beat him up with ease, as he’s not in divine form at all. “W-What? How?” MS says in fear, before getting brutally mashed open, mangled, and then thrown out by C-15. “That’s how you kill an evil scientist!” Naruto Prime says, before heading back out the lab, and towards the clones.
“Hey! We did it, I killed MS!” Suddenly, Divine MS appears behind Naruto Prime… “Oh, did you now? Good job for defeating my clone.” Divine MS easily decapitates Naruto Prime with just a flick of the finger, and he menacingly walks towards the clones. (Are you serious? Wait, it seems Naruto Prime wasn’t too important of a character, meh.)
Chapter 11: Chicken Bobby.
The NAU group are still fighting Evil Mr Beast, and Micheal Jackson and Scrappy have already left, due to unknown reasons. The leader of the NAU group, named Mr Beast Prime, orders the other Mr Beast’s to retreat, as Mr Beast Prime will fight off Evil Mr Beast by himself.
“Are you seriously facing me? After I killed the other Mr Beast?” Evil Mr Beast responds, before swiftly punching Mr Beast Prime across the room, “Never Fear, Chicken Bobby is here!” Suddenly, a humanoid chicken punches out Evil Mr Besst, and despite doing no damage, it doesn’t seem like he is doing any damage either.
“A chicken? Seriously?” Evil Mr Beast tries to attack Chicken Bobby, but nothing happens to him, not even a scratch. Mr Beast Prime swiftly grabs Chicken Bobby, and holds him at a, well, “Chicken Shield?”, before swiftly attacking Evil Mr Beast using Chicken Bobby’s very hard skin, or, well, tenderness….
“I don’t mind, use me as a weapon!” Chicken Bobby says, before going into an even harder state, allowing Mr Beast Prime to somewhat damage Evil Mr Beast. “AHHHHH! LEAVE ME ALONE!” Evil Mr Beast flies away, throwing another large black hole, directly at Earth. Chicken Bobby begins to stretch out and widen, turning into a large shield, and blocking the earth from the black hole, somehow surviving it.
Mr Beast Prime is shocked, and runs away, thinking about what that being could possibly be. It may not be able to do that much damage, but it sure is durable! Evil Mr Beast grins, before running off, to who knows where…
Meanwhile, the clones must face Divine MS. “Hey, I don’t want to die!” A clone said, before swiftly running away, but easily being killed by Divine MS, and one by one, the clones are killed…. Expect one clone that is, who managed to hide among the dead body of the clone MS, and is lying there, faking death. (We’ll call him Naruto Prime 2) Divine MS had no comments to make, other than “Weak…”, and Divine MS swiftly went away, jumping at light speeds.
“Oh no you don’t!” Mr Beast Prime says, holding his Chicken Bat (Who is Chicken Bobby) high up in the air. “You dare try to stop me?” Divine MS says. But Mr Beast Prime easily knocks out Divine MS with his Chicken Bat, launching him high up in the air instantly.
Naruto Prime 2 saw this and rushed towards Mr Beast Prime. “Hey, can I come with you?” Naruto Prime 2 says, before swiftly resting inside Mr Beast Prime’s bag, softly sleeping almost instantaneously. Mr Beast Prime had seen weirder, and therefore went along with it, putting his Chicken Bat in his weapon holster, and grabbing Divine MS’s body.
Mr Beast had died, the one who had been prominent for defeating the big and the bad, and now a new Mr Beast enters the scene, Mr Beast Prime, and his fights against Evil Mr Beast. The Arc between Micheal Jackson and Naruto, have officially ended…
Well, time to add some filler!
“So, I’m Chicken Bobby, and I was brought here to make random dialogue to end this chapter quickly, so, Il tell you more about me. I can shapeshift into anything, and I am the hardest object in the multiverse, or so I’m told… I also, well, ok, I can’t think on anything else to say. Ok, let’s end this this chapter NOW!”

Anyway I (17f) and him (17m) have made great progress. To sum it up he asked for my number a few months ago and I had to further ask him if he liked me and he said yes. We’ve known each other since 6th grade and we are now seniors. I would say we were more of acquaintances. He said he developed a crush on me last year and so far we’ve been to the movies together (still not sure if that was a date or not because originally his friends were supposed to be there but they never showed up), he’s been over my house twice, and we went to prom together. Now, that prom is over there isn’t anything to plan or text about anymore. I don’t see him in school because we don’t have the same classes. I’m very introverted and quiet, I haven’t had friends since middle school and the people who have tried to befriend me either find me boring or awkward. I went from sitting at a lunch table alone in the beginning of the year to sitting at a lunch table with a couple of his friends that share the same lunch. We both said we enjoyed prom and we spent senior skip day together watching anime he’s recommended me. (He’s really into anime and trying to get me to watch it).
Anyway I did something bold when he asked me how my day was and I said “it’s good and better now that you’re texting”. I guess it sounds like I flirting with him and I guess guys are clueless because why would I have invited him over if I didn’t like him😅? Anyway he asked some funny random questions today and I didn’t ask any back so any funny conversation starters? Maybe even a would you rather or something…

Hello everyone,
I am a recent graduate from the Master of Public Policy Program at U of C. I wanted to share my experience of this program for those who may be thinking about applying.
TLDR: The program offers some great opportunities for networking and jobs/internships, but it can be a difficult experience for those without an economics background or who may be working full/part time.
Quick background about myself. I did my BA in Sociology and Minor in Economics. I spent two years at the MPP program. Yes, the program is only one year long, but I took an internship with the Federal Government at Environment and Climate Change Canada, so I extended it to two years. This means I have been in two cohorts, and have therefore been privy to both cohorts' complaints about the program. What I write is a personal account as well as a summary of what I have heard from others.
First, the good stuff.
Networking This is where the program really shines. You will get an opportunity to meet some real heavy hitters in the policy field, ranging from ex-cabinet minsters, authors, and high-ranking public servants. Some notable people in my cohorts were Janet Brown and an exclusive event with the Governor General (sadly, I was unable to make it to that one).
The teachers themselves are also great resources, and many of them are really well respected and known in there field (for example, Duane Bratt, Blake Shaffer, and Trevor Tombe). The cohort size is small, so you will have lots of opportunities to develop relationships with the instructors.
As well, the program prides itself on admitting a diverse cohort from varied backgrounds. Both cohorts I was in were fantastic. Generally, everyone is really kind and get very chummy with each other by the end of the program.
Job Opportunities This is the second best aspect of the program. Quite simply, if you graduate, you will get a job/internship. I have not seen a single person struggle to find a position after the MPP program. You will get sent job opportunities daily in the winter term, and the program has access to the APIP program - an internship program with the Alberta Government that is exclusively available to the policy students at U of C and U of A.
On top of that, if you choose an interesting capstone project, it is not unheard of for a professor to want to work with you to publish it after graduation, and they will perhaps even recruit you as a research assistant.
Capstone Your experience with the capstone will be highly dependent on your supervisor. If you have an unresponsive supervisor, you will probably have a bad experience. However, the capstone itself is very open in terms of what you want to write about and how. There are requirements - it has to be policy-focused, has to use a methodology, etc. -, but I did not feel at all limited by these requirements.
The capstone itself is not very long either - spanning only 8,000 words maximum. This means you will have lots of time to start and finish. Make sure you establish a good working relationship with your supervisor early. I suggest meeting up in person the first few times, then moving onto zoom meetings and emails.
Now the bad stuff
Work Load This is probably unsurprising since it is a one-year program., but when I say workload is heavy, I mean it is HEAVY. You will be working all the time, and you will never feel caught up. If you are the type of student to do all the readings and show up to class always prepared, you will be miserable; the program is only survivable by triaging your work to the most important assignments and letting your grades suffer strategically.
The nice thing is that the cohort suffers together, which is great for bonding. Admin and the professors can sometimes be understanding, but they tend to not budge on the amount of work assigned. If you are working a job, or if you have any other large commitments, I suggest you do not apply, or you break those commitments prior to starting.
Classes Don't get me wrong, some of the classes are great. The communications class, the decision analysis class, the first semester political science class are all well structured and interesting. However, the vast, VAST, majority of classes are poorly executed. The professors are often unhelpful - expecting that you figure out things on your own and coming off as annoyed that you are asking for help - so don't expect to get a clear answer from them at any point.
Further, the program is VERY economics focused. Now, I did my minor in Econ, and there are lots of Econ majors that apply, but if you have not solved a math problem since high school, I promise you will be in for a rude awakening. I cannot stress this enough: if you go into this program you will be doing economics, and that means math. Further, if you did econ in your undergrad, you will probably find the classes to be boring.
Anyways, that sums up my experience. If you have any questions, I will answer in the thread. I hope this helps those who are thinking about applying to the program!

The premise is is the title. DMC meets Borderlands. Let me explain.
The game is a 3rd person action game with similar controls to DMC, but but but but, it has RPG elements, and weapon drops. It's "open world" having big open areas you load into, but it isn't entirely all one connected world with a single over world (like how borderlands does it).
You're character would explore each zone and do questst and side quests for characters in that area until you unlock a new area, which you'd repeat this process.
Each class would have its own skills trees, weapons categories they can equip (EX: Sword, spear, hammer, etc). The skill tree contains active and passive skills to purchase and upgrade. The active skills must be equip, the player would use the D-Pad to activate them.
The player can learn new combos, but classes that use sword would share the same sword combos, this applies to all the weapon categories. Each class has two weapon categories they can use, so each would have a unique combination.
While every weapon type shares combos, that is entirely true, legendaries can modify how certain combos work. For instance, the base combo X, X, (Pause), X will always do the same combo, but legendary weapons can modify what that action does, allowing for unique combos. Like DMC the player has moves associated with (lock-on) tap forward, X. Which can also change with legendary gear.
Each class has three individual trees they have: Weapon Tree, Skill Tree, Style Tree
Weapon Tree: Gain technique points to unlock new weapon combos and skills as well as unique abilities, this unique skill is based on the class you choose. (Example: Circle (PlayStation) would be your unique maneuver. Similar to Dante's Sword Master or Gunslinger, except this unique skill would be based on your class. And evolves through this.
Skill Tree: The player gains skill points used to unlock and upgrades passives and active skills. Active skills would have cool downs, similar to action skills from borderlands, they can be simple such as shooting off fireballs, or they can be complex and change your basic combo routes. Alternatively, a characters unique action could be in their skill tree instead, potentially allowing them to unlock new unique skills which could be toggles in the D-Pad.
Style Tree: This feels more like skills you unlock through leveling up and you'd choose which best fits your build, essentially the player can activate an ability, but under the condition the player has a certain rank (D,C,B,A,S ,SS,SSS) When they press the ability button it will trigger a special powerful attack, the higher the rank, the more powerful the attack, after using this skill naturally it has a cool down. So it's best to wait to use it. Originally I thought that this would only be for one class, but if style is a huge element all character should have access to such a skill.
This game would also be Co-op but could be ran solo. This sounds like a fun game I'd wanna play. Could you imagine doing combos with the boys and unlocking sweet new weapons for your character? Flip yeah

Hello, I was recently admitted as a sophomore transfer and was wondering if anyone knew about getting a transfer credit report stating all my classes and which would transfer? Also, how does housing work for transfers? I would prefer to get a single, so if I have to go off-campus for that, how is that experience? Thank you!

Credit to whosampled user garx for most of these finds.
Snippet
What we know so far:
-The snippet of the track contains a combo of the Sweet Pea Drum Break & the squeal sound from Manu Dibango - Weya

• This track was sampled in at least 6 other tracks, 5 of which were (probably) produced in the UK:
• The Beloved - It's alright now (October 1990)
• Mark Summers feat. JC-001 - Wicked in Mombassa (Subrosa Rapstyle) (1990) (Based on samples that he used in his other tracks on the same release, we can assume it was released after June 1990, but probably before "It's alright now")
• Sunscreem - Perfect Motion (Vocal Mix) (1992)
• Potential Bad Boy - Hardcore Youth (1992)
• Steve Mantovani - Doctor of Dreams (1992) (this was probably produced in Italy based off discogs info)
• The House Crew - Euphoria (Nino's Dream) (1993) (the most popular of these, and mainly why we're looking for this track)

(Note that Hardcore Youth & Perfect Motion both use a version of the break with some additional vocals and other fx, the snippet linked above is from hardcore youth)

So far it's been about 8 months since we started searching for this track, and I figured i'd post it here since it kind of fits into the lostwave category but if it doesn't oh well. Credit to whosampled user garx for most of these finds.
Snippet
What we know so far:
-The snippet of the track contains a combo of the Sweet Pea Drum Break & the squeal sound from Manu Dibango - Weya

• This track was sampled in at least 6 other tracks, 5 of which were (probably) produced in the UK:
  
• The Beloved - It's alright now (October 1990)
  
• Mark Summers feat. JC-001 - Wicked in Mombassa (Subrosa Rapstyle) (1990) (Based on samples that he used in his other tracks on the same release, we can assume it was released after June 1990, but probably before "It's alright now")
  
• Sunscreem - Perfect Motion (Vocal Mix) (1992)
  
• Potential Bad Boy - Hardcore Youth (1992)
  
• Steve Mantovani - Doctor of Dreams (1992) (this was probably produced in Italy based off discogs info)
  
• The House Crew - Euphoria (Nino's Dream) (1993) (the most popular of these, and mainly why we're looking for this track)
  

(Note that Hardcore Youth & Perfect Motion both use a version of the break with some additional vocals and other fx, the snippet linked above is from hardcore youth)

BonjouBonsoir à tou.te.s !
Je vais me présenter sous mon nom d'utilisateur car je préfère garder mon anonymat. Je m' "appelle" Ailon, et les faits que je vais vous raconter se déroulent il y a deux ans.
Petite précision avant que je ne commence : j'ai fait toutes mes années d'école en Belgique. Donc j'utiliserais peut-être des termes belges que les Français ne comprendront pas, car je ne connais pas leurs termes équivalents en France. Donc désolée d'avance, si c'est le cas !
Maintenant que cela est dit, je vais passer à mon histoire.
Pour vous planter le décor, j'étais dans ma cinquième année de secondaire. Et il faut savoir que cette année n'a pas été l'une des plus joyeuses : beaucoup de personnes de ma famille, du moins du côté de ma mère, sont décédées en très peu de temps. Pour le moment, peut-être que cette information vous semble inutile, mais vous allez comprendre plus tard pourquoi je les précise maintenant.
J'avais choisi comme option d'études "Latin-Grec", et je m'y plaisais énormément ! Mes professeurs étaient géniaux, il y avait une bonne entente entre eux et ma classe, et je m'entendais assez bien avec tout le monde. En quatrième année, nous devions normalement avoir des voyages en lien avec nos options : pour "latin" un voyage à Rome, et pour "grec" un voyage à Athènes. Cependant, à cause du Covid-19, tous nos voyages ont été annulés. Nous étions tou.te.s déçu.e.s car nous les attendions avec impatience.
Mais l'année de ces événements, mon professeur de grec préparait un voyage en Grèce avec ces quatrièmes années. Et il se trouvait qu'il restait quelques places pour ce voyage. Alors cinq amies et moi (car oui, nous n'étions que des filles à avoir accepté) avions sauté sur l'occasion, et nous avions gagné un voyage de cinq jours pour Athènes.
Au départ, tout se passe à merveille. Nous profitions de la ville, nous visitions les endroits iconiques, ... Bref un voyage scolaire génial, et des plus classiques ! Mais la nuit du troisième jour, tout ne s'est pas passé comme prévu...
Pour simplifier les choses, je vais vous donner une brève description de la chambre, dans laquelle trois de mes amies et moi logions. Déjà, il fallait y avoir une carte pour y entrer. Sans celle-ci, impossible d'accéder à l'intérieur de la chambre. Ensuite, elle était assez petite. À droite se trouvaient les lits : le mien était dans le coin au fond, un autre lit était à ma gauche, et les deux derniers étaient les plus proches de la porte d'entrée. Et à gauche de la chambre, il y avait un gros meuble en bois avec un miroir au-dessus. Il se situait pile en face du lit à ma gauche.
Nous étions donc durant la nuit du troisième jour. Je me suis réveillée en plein milieu de la nuit, il devait être dans les 2 ou 3 heures du matin. Je commence à ouvrir les yeux, encore un peu dans les vapes. Et devant le meuble, j'aperçois une silhouette et en même temps la lumière d'écran d'un téléphone. Première pensée : je pensais que c'était l'une de mes amies qui faisait une insomnie, et qui était donc sur son téléphone. Je savais que cela pouvait leur arriver, donc je ne me suis pas inquiétée de prime abord.
Cependant, plus je me réveillais, plus je me rendais compte... que la silhouette ne ressemblait PAS DU TOUT à celle d'une de mes amies. Elle avait plutôt une allure masculine. Elle atteignait facilement le haut du miroir. Et sur elle, elle portait un gilet dont la capuche cachait sa tête. Et je distinguais aisément qu'elle avait ses mains dans les poches de son haut. Et la personne (qui semblait donc être un homme) fixait le téléphone allumé.
Et au moment où je me suis faite cette réflexion, où j'avais compris qu'il ne s'agissait pas d'une de mes amies, l'inconnu tourne légèrement sa tête vers moi. Prise de panique, je prends une décision de froussarde : je fais semblant que j'étais encore endormie, mais que je m'étais juste retournée dans mon sommeil. Je bouge énormément en dormant, je me suis donc dite que c'était crédible. J'étais maintenant dos à la personne, et j'essayais au plus possible d'être crédible.
Mais je me posais mille questions : comment est-il rentré ? Qu'est-ce qu'il veut ? Est-il venu uniquement pour voler, ou est-il venu pour autre chose ? Pendant un instant, j'ai hésité à réveiller mon amie à ma gauche. Mais je me suis également faite cette réflexion : "Et s'il est armé ?". J'ai donc vite abandonné l'idée d'appeler quelqu'un, préférant jouer le jeu de l'endormie. Sur le coup, je me fichais qu'il vole mon téléphone, mon argent, ... La seule chose que je souhaitais est qu'il parte au plus vite.
Au bout de plusieurs minutes, je n'ai plus entendu aucun bruit. Je me suis retournée, encore une fois comme si j'étais endormie, et j'ai entrouvert mes yeux pour savoir s'il était parti ou non. Malheureusement, il était toujours dans notre chambre. Mais pire encore, et ce qui m'a glacé le sang en une seconde, c'est qu'il était maintenant au bout de mon lit. Il se tenait debout, la tête penchée sur sa droite. Comme s'il savait que j'allais me retourner, et qu'il voulait vérifier si j'étais réellement réveillée ou non.
Je n'ai alors plus du tout bougé de toute la nuit. Plusieurs fois, dans le couloir, j'ai entendu des bruits de pas. Plusieurs fois, j'ai donc pensé qu'il était sans doute parti. Mais je n'avais plus le cran de vérifier : j'avais trop peur qu'il m'observe encore, ou qu'il se passe quelque chose de pire. Je suis donc restée figée dans mon lit. Je n'osais plus bouger. Et bien que j'essayais de paraître crédible, je pense que n'importe qui aurait compris que je ne dormais pas réellement. Mais je m'en fichais : j'étais trop prise par la peur qu'il fasse quelque chose, à moi ou à mes amies. Des larmes commençaient à couler de mes yeux, mais je tentais de ne pas céder à la panique.
Je ne me suis plus endormie, et je n'ai plus bougé jusqu'à ce que l'alarme de mon téléphone ne retentisse. J'avais ensuite raconté aux autres ce qui m'était arrivé. Au début, elles l'avaient plutôt pris à la rigolade. Mais une fois la nuit venue, elles étaient aussi apeurées que moi. Nous avions ainsi passé une nuit blanche, refusant de fermer l'oeil de la nuit. Nous avions même envoyé un message à l'une des professeurs présents à notre voyage, pour la prévenir de ce qu'il m'était arrivée la nuit précédente. Mais elle n'avait pas su y faire grand chose, si ce n'est nous dire de l'avertir s'il se passait quelque chose.
Évidemment, il ne s'est rien produit durant la dernière nuit. Heureusement, me diriez-vous ? En soi, oui. Mais je n'arrivais pas à comprendre ce qu'il s'était passé la nuit passée. Nous avions d'abord pensé de manière "rationnelle", disant que l'unique moyen de rentrer était que l'intrus possède la carte de notre chambre. Mais rapidement, la voie du paranormal nous a traversé l'esprit. Et rappelez-vous, je vous avais dit que j'avais perdu pas mal de personnes de ma famille, durant cette année-ci. J'ai donc pensé qu'il s'agissait de mon oncle, ou bien de mon grand-père, paternel.
Et après plusieurs événements étranges, que je raconterai peut-être dans un autre post, j'ai décidé d'en parler à ma mère. Elle m'a alors raconté qu'elle aussi, étant petite, elle avait déjà eu une expérience dans ce style. On en avait donc discuté pendant un moment, avant que ma mère n'aille voir un chaman. Alors, en plus d'avoir placé un médaillon de la Vierge sous mon coussin, elle a reçu une espèce de petit rituel (rien de bizarre, c'était vraiment un truc minime) que je devais faire pour que cela s'arrête.
Et comme de fait, après l'avoir fait, je n'ai plus vécu d'événements pareils à Athènes, ou bien pareils à ceux d'après. Encore maintenant, je n'ai plus rien eu. Et à l'heure d'aujourd'hui, quand cela nous arrive d'en parler à nouveau, les autres filles l'appellent "le gars d'Athènes". Mais sans être effrayées... Plus comme si elles se foutaient de moi et de ma réaction terrifiée au réveil. Cela me fait d'ailleurs un peu mal, car cet épisode m'a laissé des séquelles. Je n'arrive tout simplement plus à dormir dans le noir complet. Auparavant, j'avais aussi peur du noir. Néanmoins, j'avais réussi à vaincre cette peur. Mais après cette expérience, et les suivantes, je n'ai plus jamais été à l'aise d'être dans le noir complet. Encore maintenant, j'ai toujours besoin d'une source de lumière. Sans elle, je deviens terrorisée. Et dans le pire des cas, cela m'arrive de faire des crises de paranoïa et de panique.
Beaucoup de personnes m'ont aussi demandé si, en réalité, je n'avais pas été victime d'une terreur nocturne. Mais moi-même, je ne parviens pas à savoir ce qu'il s'est passé. Je continue de penser avec la mentalité "paranormale", mais je pense que tout le reste de mes proches a placé cet épisode dans la catégorie "terreur nocturne".
Au final, je n'ai toujours pas d'explication sur ce qu'il s'est passé ce jour-là. Et je pense bien que cela restera une question sans réponses.
Eh voilà ! C'est la fin de mon histoire, qui est (je pense) déjà assez longue haha ! Je posterai peut-être futurement les autres expériences qui me sont arrivées...
Merci à vous tou.te.s d'avoir lu mon post, et portez-vous bien !

I have been putting together a pack recently based vaguely around "Create Combined" but I have heavily modified the modlist. I keep getting lots of errors, but the one that crashes my game seems to be a Ticking Player error which prevents me from re-launching the world it occurs in. It sometimes happens when switching to survival mode from creative, but also just while flying somewhere and I am not sure what to do about it. Any help is appreciated. Here is the Modrinth Crash Report Log:
[22:48:42] [Thread-79/INFO]: [EMI] Loading plugin from owo
[22:48:42] [Thread-79/INFO]: [EMI] Reloaded plugin from owo in 1ms
[22:48:42] [Thread-79/INFO]: [EMI] Loading plugin from sidekick
[22:48:42] [Thread-79/INFO]: [EMI] Reloaded plugin from sidekick in 3ms
[22:48:42] [Thread-79/INFO]: [EMI] Loading plugin from tinkerers_smithing
[22:48:42] [Render thread/INFO]: Tag cache initialization complete; 99 tags cached, 144millis
[22:48:42] [Render thread/INFO]: Handlers connecting...
[22:48:42] [Render thread/INFO]: The mod version is current
[22:48:42] [Thread-79/INFO]: [EMI] Reloaded plugin from tinkerers_smithing in 55ms
[22:48:42] [Thread-79/INFO]: [EMI] Loading plugin from trinkets
[22:48:42] [Thread-79/INFO]: [EMI] Reloaded plugin from trinkets in 0ms
[22:48:42] [Thread-79/INFO]: [EMI] Baking index
[22:48:42] [Thread-79/INFO]: [EMI] Registering late recipes
[22:48:42] [Thread-79/INFO]: [STDOUT]: Finalizing fluid item registration
[22:48:43] [Thread-79/INFO]: [EMI] Baking recipes
[22:48:43] [Server thread/INFO]: Locating element #minecraft:village (towns_and_towers:village_beach) took 314 ms
[22:48:43] [Render thread/INFO]: [Antique Atlas] Finished loading terrain for minecraft:overworld - 0 tiles.
[22:48:43] [Render thread/INFO]: Stopping worker threads
[22:48:43] [Render thread/INFO]: Started 2 worker threads
[22:48:43] [Render thread/INFO]: [Antique Atlas] Beginning to load terrain for minecraft:overworld - 1534 chunks available.
[22:48:44] [Thread-79/INFO]: [EMI] Baked 19015 recipes in 1016ms
[22:48:44] [Thread-79/INFO]: [EMI] Baking search
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Play Music: minecraft:music.game{newSystem false, range 16.000000}
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Setting up renderer
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Loading shader with type: 35633
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Shader loaded sucessfully.
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Loading shader with type: 35632
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Shader loaded sucessfully.
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Vertex Attribute (GL43+) completed. It contains 1 binding points and a stride size of 12
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Quad IBO Resizing from [0] to [21845] with type: GL_UNKNOWN(5125)
[22:48:44] [Thread-79/INFO]: [EMI] Finishing up
[22:48:44] [Thread-83/INFO]: [EMI] Baked recipes after reload in 352ms
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Renderer setup complete
[22:48:44] [Thread-79/INFO]: [EMI] Reloaded EMI in 4837ms
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Loading shader with type: 35633
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Shader loaded sucessfully.
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Loading shader with type: 35632
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Shader loaded sucessfully.
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Loading shader with type: 35633
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Shader loaded sucessfully.
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Loading shader with type: 35632
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Shader loaded sucessfully.
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Vertex Attribute (GL43+) completed. It contains 1 binding points and a stride size of 8
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Loading shader with type: 35633
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Shader loaded sucessfully.
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Loading shader with type: 35632
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Shader loaded sucessfully.
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Loading shader with type: 35633
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Shader loaded sucessfully.
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Loading shader with type: 35632
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Shader loaded sucessfully.
[22:48:44] [Render thread/WARN]: Time from main menu to in-game was 14.946008 seconds
[22:48:44] [Render thread/WARN]: Total time to load game and open world was 119.827 seconds
[22:48:44] [Render thread/INFO]: Play Music: minecraft:music.game{newSystem false, range 16.000000}
[22:48:45] [Render thread/INFO]: Loaded 77 advancements
[22:48:45] [Server thread/ERROR]: Encountered an unexpected exception
net.minecraft.class_148: Ticking player

at net.minecraft.class\_3242.method\_14357(class\_3242.java:175) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.method\_3813(MinecraftServer.java:908) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.method\_3748(MinecraftServer.java:824) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_1132.method\_3748(class\_1132.java:105) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.handler$cci000$carpet$modifiedRunLoop(MinecraftServer.java:23942) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.method\_29741(MinecraftServer.java:650) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.server.MinecraftServer.method\_29739(MinecraftServer.java:265) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at java.lang.Thread.run(Unknown Source) \~\[?:?\] 

Caused by: java.lang.NullPointerException: Cannot invoke "net.minecraft.class_3610.method_15772()" because the return value of "net.minecraft.class_1309.getTouchingFluid()" is null

at net.minecraft.class\_1309.handler$meb000$star$checkIfCustomFluidIsBreathable(class\_1309.java:44201) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_1309.method\_6094(class\_1309.java:347) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_1309.thermoo$ignoresFrigidWater(class\_1309.java:45181) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at com.github.thedeathlycow.frostiful.survival.EntityTemperatureController.getWetnessFreezeModifier(EntityTemperatureController.java:76) \~\[frostiful-1.0.8.jar:?\] at com.github.thedeathlycow.frostiful.survival.EntityTemperatureController.getEnvironmentTemperatureForPlayer(EntityTemperatureController.java:71) \~\[frostiful-1.0.8.jar:?\] at com.github.thedeathlycow.thermoo.api.temperature.EnvironmentControllerDecorator.getEnvironmentTemperatureForPlayer(EnvironmentControllerDecorator.java:62) \~\[thermoo-2.3.jar:?\] at com.github.thedeathlycow.thermoo.api.temperature.EnvironmentControllerDecorator.getEnvironmentTemperatureForPlayer(EnvironmentControllerDecorator.java:62) \~\[thermoo-2.3.jar:?\] at com.github.thedeathlycow.thermoo.api.temperature.EnvironmentControllerDecorator.getEnvironmentTemperatureForPlayer(EnvironmentControllerDecorator.java:62) \~\[thermoo-2.3.jar:?\] at com.github.thedeathlycow.thermoo.api.temperature.EnvironmentControllerDecorator.getEnvironmentTemperatureForPlayer(EnvironmentControllerDecorator.java:62) \~\[thermoo-2.3.jar:?\] at com.github.thedeathlycow.thermoo.api.temperature.EnvironmentControllerDecorator.getEnvironmentTemperatureForPlayer(EnvironmentControllerDecorator.java:62) \~\[thermoo-2.3.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_1657.handler$mjl00f$thermoo$onTick(class\_1657.java:34911) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_1657.method\_5773(class\_1657.java:283) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_3222.method\_14226(class\_3222.java:510) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_3244.method\_18784(class\_3244.java:269) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_2535.method\_10754(class\_2535.java:259) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_3242.method\_14357(class\_3242.java:172) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] ... 7 more 

[22:48:46] [Server thread/ERROR]: This crash report has been saved to: C:\Users\{COMPUTER_USERNAME}\AppData\Roaming\com.modrinth.theseus\profiles\Rework 9\crash-reports\crash-2024-05-18_22.48.45-server.txt
[22:48:46] [Server thread/INFO]: TrainListener stopped.
[22:48:46] [Sound engine/INFO]: Creating RandomGenerator 'Xoroshiro128PlusPlus'
[22:48:46] [Render thread/INFO]: Play Music: minecraft:music.game{newSystem false, range 16.000000}
[22:48:46] [CraftPresence/INFO]: Shutting down CraftPresence...
[22:48:55] [Server thread/INFO]: [Textile Backup] Backup started by: Server Shutdown on: 2024.05.18_22-48-55
[22:48:55] [Server thread/INFO]: [Textile Backup] Starting backup
[22:49:01] [Server thread/INFO]: [Textile Backup] Compression took: 06.767 seconds.