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Deep Within My Bones.

Long Ago, When Wolves Lived Greater And Stricter Love Filled The Land. A Female Wolf As bright As The Sun roamed The Meadow Of Lush Lavender Beds Of Flowers. Her Eyes were Royal purple. She Was The Alphas Daughter Of the golden Pack, despite her beauty and looks. This wolf was cruel and greedy, she was attracted by most males in the pack and used them to get her ways. Far away On The Other Side Of The Land Was A Wolf With Fur As Cold As The Moon, With Ocean Blue Eyes, Her Fur Blended With The Snow So Well She Practically Could Hide In It. Although She wasn't very attractive but Had A Heart For Everyone, And Was The Daughter Of The Alpha Of The Silver Pack. Between Them A War Had Broken Out And they Went Into Battle, The Females met and Bowed For A fight to The Death. Between It All They Were Bloody And Raggedy, The White Wolf Stood Tall And The Yellow Lowered, They May Have Ended but The Golden Wolf Was Clever And took off. She Stumbled Across a puddle and seen her reflection, she was ugly, and Horrible. She Couldn't Handle the Sight and raced over to the edge, soaking Her Face With Tears. The Silver Wolf Stopped her and tried to reassure her but It was too late. Both Golden and Silver Fell Off The Cliff Together And Never To Return. Both Packs After Word Renamed Themselves After Their Daughters For Memories, But Are Worse Enemies And Hate Each Other Forever.

So Will You Join The Stubborn And Strength Of The Golden Pack Or The Gentle And Stealth Of The Silver Pack?

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Realisitc Wolf Pack Semi-Lit.
We Have A Form & Discussion Thread Where You Ask For Reservations And Post Your Forms.

Link To Joining & Reservation Thread.

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Anyone there willing to write a seven-pages 1x1 fic with me, about Marceline and Bubblegum/Bubbline, from Adventure Time?
I expect from you a chunky, full paragraph at the least.
I also inform I have the right to say no to you u_u
Have that in mind before pming me! óuò xxxx.
Have that in mind before pming me! óuò xdes xx.

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[~Happily.Ever.After~]

ʙʀóᴅ ɢᴀᴇɪʟɢᴇ

"ᴀʜ! ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇᴡᴄᴏᴍᴇʀ" ɢʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ. "ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀs, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ. ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪs ᴍᴀᴄʜᴀ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss ᴏғ ᴡᴀʀ, ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ, ʜᴏʀsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴠᴇʀᴇɪɢɴᴛʏ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴀ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴇᴄɴᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ's sɪᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅ ᴏғ ᴡɪsᴅᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ.... sᴏ, ᴛᴏ sᴜᴍ ᴜᴘ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴀᴅ sɪᴅᴇ... ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs, ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ. sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴠɪʟᴇɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴜɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ... ʙᴜᴛ ғɪʀsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ʙʀóᴅ ɢᴀᴇɪʟɢᴇ. ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ɪʀɪsʜ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ... ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄᴀʟ ғᴏʀᴄᴇ ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪʀᴀᴄʟᴇ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ɪᴛ." ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴛɪᴛᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴘᴀᴜsᴇᴅ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀs ɪғ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴠɪsɪʙʟᴇ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴀʀʏ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ. ᴀssᴜᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ, ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴀᴛɪsғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ "ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ?" sʜᴇ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ, ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ. "ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴄʟᴀᴅᴅᴀɢʜ. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜs ᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀ ᴄʟᴀᴅᴅᴀɢʜ ɪs ᴀɴ ɪʀɪsʜ sʏᴍʙᴏʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴏᴡs ʙᴏɴᴅs ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ғʀɪᴇɴᴅsʜɪᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ. ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪsᴛɪᴄs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴀᴍᴘ. ɪ'ᴍ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜʏ sᴏᴏɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ." ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ ғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ 'ʙʀɪᴇғ' ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ, ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴇss ᴏғ ᴛʀᴇᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴡᴛʜ.

ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴇɴ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ sᴛᴏᴘs ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ғᴇᴇᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ. "ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ ɪɴ" ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ, ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ "ɪ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴀʀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀɢᴅᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ...ᴜʜ...ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ. ᴅᴀɢᴅᴀ, ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅs ʜᴀs ᴀɴ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ʜᴏᴛ-ᴀɴᴅ-ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ. ʜᴇ sɴᴀᴘs ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴғɪʀᴍᴀʀʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ" ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴀᴜᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟʟʏ. "ᴀɴᴜ ɪs ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ-ʜᴇᴀᴅᴇᴅ. sʜᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏᴅs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ sʜᴇ ɪs ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ ɪᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴏ. ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴜ ʜᴀs ᴀ ɴᴀsᴛʏ sᴛʀᴇᴀᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅʟʏ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ʜᴀs ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛs. ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅs ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏғ ʙᴀᴅʙ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴡᴀʀ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss, ʙᴇ ᴄʜᴜɪʟʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠɪʟ ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ sᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɪʟʟᴇᴀᴄʜ, ᴀ ɢᴏᴅʟʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ. ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴏʀɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss... ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ... ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴀɢᴅᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ sʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴇᴠɪʟ sɪᴅᴇs. ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴡᴀs... ᴏʜ, ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ғɪᴠᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀɢᴏ. sᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ғɪɴᴇ... sᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴɴᴏʏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛᴏʀs." ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ.

ᴛᴡᴏ ʜᴏᴜʀs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ (ʜᴏᴘᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ) sᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɢᴏᴅs ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ, ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ ɪs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. "ᴡᴇʟʟ, sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʀ. ᴏʀ ᴍʀs." ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ sᴀʀᴄᴀsᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ. "ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ᴀs ɪ'ᴍ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴜ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴇᴛ." ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇᴅ ɢɪʀʟ ᴘᴀᴜsᴇᴅ, ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟsᴇ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀɪᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀsᴋ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ. ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ᴅᴏᴏʀ, ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ ᴏʀ sᴏ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs. ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ ᴏʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴡᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ, ɪᴛs ᴀʟʟ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ɢʀᴀss, sᴛᴏɴᴇs, ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴅɪʀᴛ ᴘᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs. "ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ sᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴀʙɪɴs" ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ sᴀɪᴅ, ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏᴏᴅᴇɴ sᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ. "ᴀʜ, ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ sᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ. ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅᴀɢᴅᴀ. ɴɪɴᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛᴇɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴏᴡ sᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀᴋs. ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɪ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡʙɪᴇs." sʜᴇ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴᴇᴅ, ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. "ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏᴅʟʏ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ ɪs, ᴏʀ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ, ᴏʀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ-ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ, ᴏʀ...ᴡᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴀ ғɪʀsᴛ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴍɪɢᴏᴅ, ɪɴ ғᴀᴄᴛ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴀʀᴇ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ, ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғᴏᴜʀᴛʜ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴍɪɢᴏᴅs. ᴡᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sᴋɪʟʟs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴀᴛ. sᴋɪʟʟs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs sᴡᴏʀᴅ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ, ᴀʀᴄʜᴇʀʏ, ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ, ᴄʟɪᴍʙɪɴɢ, sᴡɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ, ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ sᴋɪʟʟs, ʜᴏʀsᴇ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs. ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ɴɪɴᴇ ɢᴏᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇssᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴏʀsʜɪᴘ ʜᴇʀᴇ,

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ. ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴏʀsʜɪᴘ 17 ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇssᴇs: ᴀɴᴜ, ᴀɪɴᴇ, ʙᴀɴʙᴀ, ᴇʀɪᴜ, ғᴏᴅʟᴀ, ʙʀɪɢɪᴅ, ᴍᴀᴄʜᴀ, ᴀɴᴀɴɴ, ᴀɪʀᴍᴇᴅ, ʙᴇᴀɢ, ʙᴇʙɪɴɴ, ʙʀᴏᴀɴɴ, ғʟɪᴅᴀɪs, ɴᴇᴍᴀɪɴ, ᴄᴀɴᴏʟᴀ, ᴄʀᴏʙʜ ᴅᴇᴀʀɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴅʙ ʟᴇᴛʜᴅᴇʀɢ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇs ᴜs 12 ɢᴏᴅs: ᴅᴀɢᴅᴀ, ᴀᴇɴɢᴜs, ᴅɪᴀɴ ᴄᴇᴄʜᴛ, ʟɪʀ, ᴍᴀɴᴀɴɴᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴄ ʟɪʀ, ᴄʀᴇɪᴅʜɴᴇ, ɢᴏɪʙɴɪᴜ, ʟᴜᴄʜᴛᴀɪɴᴇ, ᴀᴇᴅ, ᴀᴏɪ ᴍᴀᴄ ᴏʟʟᴀᴍᴀɪɴ, ᴇᴄɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇɪᴛ. ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ ɢᴏᴅ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ, sᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ (ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀᴇᴅ, ɢᴏᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ... ʜᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴇᴠɪʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴡʜᴏᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ɪᴛ's ɪɴ ʜɪs ʙᴇsᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ), ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴏʀsʜɪᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ʜᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ɪᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴏsᴇ ɪᴛ. ғᴏʀ ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ" ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ sᴀɪᴅ, ᴘᴏɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, "ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ʜᴀs ᴀ ʜᴀʀᴘ ɪɴ ɪᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴄᴀɴᴏʟᴀ, ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀs ᴀ ᴡɪsʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʟʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇᴀɢ, ᴀ ғᴇᴡ sᴄʀᴏʟʟs ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀᴏɪ ᴍᴀᴄ ᴏʟʟᴀᴍᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ғʀᴏᴍ ʙʀɪɢɪᴅ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ. ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ɪs ᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ʙʏ, ʀᴏᴜɢʜʟʏ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴏʀ ғᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏᴅs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ sɪᴢᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʙɪɴs, ɪᴛ's ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙɪɢɢᴇʀ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʙɪɴs ᴀʀᴇ sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɢᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ. ғᴏʀ ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ," sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ɪɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ "ʜᴀs ᴀ sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴀᴇɴɢᴜs, ᴀ sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴀɪɴᴇ, ᴀ sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴀɪʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴅɪᴀɴ ᴄᴇᴄʜᴛ. ᴇᴀᴄʜ sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs sᴘʟɪᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, sᴏ ᴀᴇɴɢᴜs ʜᴀs ᴏɴᴇ sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜɪs sᴏɴs. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sᴜʀᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ ɪᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ, ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ." ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ sɪɢʜᴇᴅ ᴀs ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴡᴇsᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ғᴇᴡ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ᴏғ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴀ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ǫᴜᴀɪɴᴛ ᴏʟᴅ sᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ, ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʏ-ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴇᴇᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴀ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ sᴍᴀʟʟᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ ᴄᴀʙɪɴs. "ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪɴɪɴɢ ʜᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ɪɴғɪʀᴍᴀʀʏ" ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴᴇᴅ, ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ. "ᴡᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴇᴀᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪɴɪɴɢ ʜᴀʟʟ, ᴏғғᴇʀ ᴏғғᴇʀɪɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴜɢᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ. ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀɴ ᴏғғᴇʀɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏᴜʀ ɪᴄᴇ

ᴄʜᴇsᴛ ᴏʀ ғɪʀᴇ ᴘɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ sɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜᴏᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇs ᴠᴀʀʏ ɪɴ sɪᴢᴇ, sᴏᴍᴇ ғɪᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ғɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴇɴ ᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ, ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡ ᴄʜᴀɪʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs. ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʟᴜxᴜʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ. ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴғɪʀᴍᴀʀʏ ɪs, ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʙɪɴs, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴀs ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋs. ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴠɪsɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ. ʙʀɪɢɪᴅ, ᴅɪᴀɴ ᴄᴇᴄʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɪʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟs ɪɴ ɪᴛ. ɪᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs sᴇɴsᴇ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅs ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ." ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴜɴᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʟᴇɪsᴜʀᴇʟʏ. "ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ... ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ. ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡᴀʏ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʙʟᴇs, ᴀʀᴇɴᴀs, ɢᴜɪʟᴅs, ғᴏʀɢᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜs ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛɪᴇs." sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ, ᴘᴀᴜsɪɴɢ. "ᴄ'ᴍᴏɴ, I'ʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ... ᴛʜᴇɴ I'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜs sᴏᴍᴇ sʜᴀᴍʀᴏᴄᴋ ᴍɪʟᴋ. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴ" sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ sᴇᴍɪ-ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ, sᴇᴍɪ-ʟᴇᴛ's-ɢᴇᴛ-ᴛʜɪs-ᴏᴠᴇʀ-ᴡɪᴛʜ-ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ sᴍɪʟᴇ.

sᴏ, ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ's ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ 'ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴄᴋ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ɪɴ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ?!?' ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ. ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴄʟᴀᴅᴅᴀɢʜ ɪs ᴀ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ (sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇʀ!) ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴀᴍʙʀᴏsᴇ, ᴀʟʙᴇʀᴛᴀ, ᴄᴀɴᴀᴅᴀ. ɪғ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʀɪᴄᴋ ʀɪᴏʀᴅᴀɴ's ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟʏᴍᴘɪᴀɴs ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴀɴᴇ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄʟᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅs ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴡᴇsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴄɪᴠɪʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʏᴘᴇᴅ, ᴛʜɪs ʀᴘ ɪs ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟɪɴᴇs. ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴘ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ɪʀᴇʟᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴᴀᴅᴀ (ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴘ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ sᴇᴍɪ-ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ sᴇʀɪᴇs ɪ sᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜsᴀ). ɪᴛ ɪs ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴅᴀʏ, sᴏ ʏᴇs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢs... ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇs ᴀs ɪᴛ's ʙᴀᴅ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴠᴇʜɪᴄʜʟᴇs. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴠᴀɴs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀʀᴇ ᴇxᴄᴜʀsɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋs, ᴄᴀɴᴏᴇs ᴏʀ ʀɪᴅᴇs ᴀ ʜᴏʀsᴇ. I ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀsᴏɴs ᴀs ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ, sᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, sᴏ... ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ɪs ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ. ᴛʜɪs ʀᴘ ɪs ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɪʀɪsʜ ɢᴏᴅs (ᴀs ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴜᴇssɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ). ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴀ ǫᴜᴇsᴛ ᴏʀ ᴀ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴘʟᴏᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ. sᴏʀʀʏ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ, ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴛ's ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴍ ᴍᴇ ᴀ_ᴀ.

ʙʀóᴅ ɢᴀᴇɪʟɢᴇ ٷ ɪʀɪsʜ ᴅᴇᴍɪɢᴏᴅ ʀᴘ ٷ NEW!!!!

[A*Viola*Named*Steve]

Hello! I've got two new Rps, one about Fullmetal Alchemist, and the other just a fantasy roleplay. ^^

Crash and Burn:

There have been more new military recruits, both State Alchemists and than ever, and some shady things are going on. Alchemists who have turned down the recruiters are disappearing, and the citizens are pointing fingers at the military. Meanwhile, at the bases, the army is in a frenzy, trying to find the missing people and fend off attacks on military personnel that have been growing in altitude. They have also received information from an anonymous source about the human chimeras in lab 5. As the military struggles to overcome these difficulties, the northern troops report suspicious activity from Drachma. The new recruits realize that they have to team up with other alchemists outside the military, citizens, and even some human chimeras to stop the threats before Amestris crashes and burns.

Etched in Stone:

On the morning of your fifth birthday, a stone appears beside your bed. For girls, it's on a choke necklace, and for boys, it's on a fore-arm band. Sometimes, the rest of the family gets a note, telling them what it is, and what you are. For others, there isn't one. That's because one of your parents, or, in very rare cases, one of your siblings, have one too, or, in some almost unheard of cases, one of your parents is a Stone. You're a Guardian of the Stone, or Guardian for short. Your stone is the host for what is usually one of your best friends. You have to be careful, though. The Hunters will stop at nothing to capture you, so knowing and developing your powers will help protect you.




The Hunters are the mortal enemies of The Guardians. They're an organization that's been bent on wiping out the Guardians for centuries. On your thirteenth birthday, you're initiated, and you start with the easy jobs, targeting Guardians that don't know about what they are and trying to get their friends to join. The Hunters that are initiated at thirteen are usually in a Hunter family. At twenty one, you get a genetic enhancement (that doesn't get passed down to your kids) and start capturing the more experienced Guardians and the occasional Stone that has been separated from it's host, sometimes severed by Hunters.




Maybe you're a Stone, a race that has the same colors of hair and eyes as your host-red, green, yellow, blue, or even the almost mythical purple, with almost sheet white skin. You grow up with your Guardian, and you're usually best friends with them, unless you're a rouge, in which case you usually join the Hunters. You can survive without a host, but you have to take many precautions to make sure you're not found by the Hunters. Dying your hair and using colored contacts usually help. Although if you're a blue or green Stone, you don't have to really hide your eyes. Luckily, if you have kids, they don't usually inherit your true eye and/or hair color, though they will have extra blood, since Stones need extra to survive, and they bleed more and longer than usual, so therefore people mistakenly think that they have hemophilia (a genetic disease in which blood doesn't clot) or Coagulopathy (a disease in which blood doesn't clot normally). Stones have a link with their Guardians, and whatever power they have, their Guardians develop.

The types of Stones are:
Purple: The rarest type of Stone, they can make things materialize out of thin air, and have to be most on the look out for Hunters. There have been only a handful in the history of the world. They never become rouges, as they are the most sensitive and kind.

Red: They have an amazing ability in battle, and are the most likely to become rouges, because of their explosive and war-like personality.

Yellow: Yellow Stones are telepathic, and are the least likely of all of the Stones (excepting Purple) to become rouges, although it's not unheard of. They are the most passive.

Green: Green stones are linked with nature. They can make natural things (including humans and animals) grow or wither at will, and can talk to animals. They are the most dangerous if they become rouges, because of their power and how calculating they are.

Blue: They are the wisest. They can control water, and are always calm and collected under great pressure. They, along with Yellows, usually make up the race's government. They know when to say what, and how.


Or maybe you're just a regular human. You have a friend or family member (or both) who's a Guardian, or most of your family and friends are Hunters, and you don't agree with what they're doing. Or you're just a bystander who gets caught up in the whirlwind of it all.

[king boo]

link, xxx

terror and pain was sweeping through the felines as they fled. no prophecy, no warning. it seemed that not even their ancestors knew of the terror and danger the clans had to face. the lakeside territory was becoming more hostile with each time the sun rose, two legs had begun to enter their territory but they didn't destroy the area like they did in the forest, instead they used the cats territory as a sanctuary for other creatures that were lethal to them. with the twolegs came dogs, badgers, beavers and birds of prey came harder hunting, and the risk of being savaged when out trying to find the scarce amount of prey. the hunters became the hunted.

first alliance formed was thunderclan and shadowclan, shadowclan's territory had become a place crawling with dogs and badgers so they joined together for protection and not to launch an attack. then windclan joined riverclan for the same reason as the thunderclan shadowclan alliance, to protect cat's lives. it was the gathering a few nights later that changed everything. each clan cat that had survived the hunger and the attacks came to the gathering, feeble elders to newborn kits and even pregnant queens that barely made it across the tree bridge. even the traditional places to sit were forgotten as the warriors, deputies and apprentices sat around the weaker cats in their natural desire to protect.

leaders didn't give reports about how bad they were being affected, it was as if every cat knew despite the face they are from different clans. what were they going to do was the only thing that interested them and as the leaders weighed the options beavers attacked as they had claimed the lake and this included the island. the battle was quick and deadly and that was when it was decided the lake was no longer a haven to them. finding a new home was the only way to find safety.

and now here we are, a massive group of cats padding growing weaker. we left through windclans territory, despite the risks of birds of prey it was the safest route as the hawks would only attack the kits and we outnumbered them greatly and now we don't even know if we will survive.

[Fairy.Tale]

American Ballet Theater


The American Ballet Theater is a place where young dancers get to thrive and become the best they can.
The dancers will dance from nine in the morning until six, working as hard as they can to get the main role and impress there director.
The company is performing the famous Swan Lake, who will be the main part? who will end up at the side? Who will get injered? And who will fall in love?
Who knows?

[spiff]

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GreenClan and a group of rogues who constantly pester them are driven
out of the forest and into the city, where the strays that already live there pretty
much declare war to drive them back out. GreenClan is split in two, and the four groups
battle to become the street lords of the city. Drama ensues. Click the irritated cat
above to visit the thread; semi-lit players only.

[flare ♥]

little {white}ｌｉｅｓ. ᴼᴺᴱ ᴰᴵᴿᴱᶜᵀᴵᴼᴺ open

ＩＦ ＴＨＩＳ ＲＯＯＭ ＷＡＳ ＢＵＲＮＩＮＧ，Ｉ ＷＯＵＬＤＮ'Ｔ ＥＶＥＮ ＮＯＴＩＣＥ .
ne Direction is the biggest boy band in the world. They have fans everywhere, people constantly screaming for just a look at them. Nearly everybody can't help but love them. But this isn't the story about how 5 nobody fans found true love with these seemingly perfect boys. One Direction is actually in a whole lot of trouble. They are being targeted by a group of cold blooded, maniac killers. This group is known as the X Team, and have been on the wanted list for as long as the CIA can remember. They usually target anybody that they want, somebody at least well-known. But the worst part is that only the government knows about the X Team, because the X Team make their murders and disappearances gradually and carefully. Not once have they ever been caught or identified. And now, they are after One Direction for reasons unknown. What the X Team does is they leave an anonymous note, a riddle as to who their next target is. Its like torture for the CIA, because no matter how hard they try or how advanced their technology is they can never find out who wrote the letter. Even if they bother to try to save the target, the X Team finds a way one way or another. In an attempt to save these boys, the CIA has sent out five of their top agents to "take care" of them. This means these girls (yes, all the agents are girls) will be posing to be somebody related to the boys in order to stay around them 24/7 and protect them from the X Team and ultimately find out who is on the X Team.

These girls know what they're in for. Mysterious notes holding riddles of how they will kill them all, or even messages that infer that the X Team is all knowing. The boys too.

You can run, but you can't hide.

[chai!]

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Anyone there willing to write a seven-pages 1x1 fic with me, about Marceline and Bubblegum/Bubbline, from Adventure Time?
I expect from you a chunky, full paragraph at the least.
I also inform I have the right to say no to you u_u
Have that in mind before pming me! óuò xxxx.
Have that in mind before pming me! óuò xdes xx.

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[belle reve]

choices .:. open and accepting

two guy spots remaining!

Choices. Choices? Oh, that's funny. You think you
have some? Well, I'd suggest thinking again.

Here, everything is chosen for you. From the moment you're born, you're being observed. On your birth certificate, it even lists your exact date and time of death. That's right, it's decided when you die. As you grow, when you become the age of sixteen, your work is chosen for you. You work until you die. No job changing. You can't quit, and you can't be fired. In most cases, you won't even be promoted.

When you're sixteen, too, you go to get your match. This happens every year on July second exactly at 8 am for a large group of teenagers sixteen through eighteen. The matching process is very complex, but goes by very quickly. They draw blood, put you under and into a simulation, observe you, and, at the end of the day, you go to a big screen. The screen will appear with a face. That's your match, who you are to spend the rest of your life with. They seem to fit best with you. You are not forced to live together or marry until you are older, but you are forced to visit each other daily.

Everybody seems to be quite pleased with the choices made for them. It's a structured, mellow life. Of course, every generation or so, you do have those few... rebels. They try to stir up trouble, build up their rebellion. Break all the rules. The government... well, they handle those people. The government takes them into their custody and... I'll just say it straight out. They overtake your brain, and make you do things you'd never expect. The troublemakers live like this for the rest of their lives, locked up in a cell for eternity.

Oh, and don't speak of this again. If you mention it and an officer hears you, well... It's to the nuthouse for you.

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This roleplay is a mash-up of the books Divergent, Matched, and The Hunger Games. Each story plays a small role in this roleplay. To be honest, you really don't need to have read any of the stories to participate. As long as you read the introduction, you should be go. If you're confused, PM me (: This roleplay is owned by .divergent .

choices .:. open and accepting