Beginners Guide to Horse Racing Accumulators William Hill

For the future, I want to talk about strategy, but for now I'll just sprinkle it in with the analysis. If you're wondering, I watch all of the games live. The good and bad of that is that I see a lot of the things that you miss from highlights/condensed rebroadcasts, the bad is that it's a lot of information to process and much of it happens almost unconsciously (as I said last week). Now that there's more than one person doing these things, take a look at the arguments and decide for yourself.

[email protected] The Bengals looked lost. Changing OCs may or may not help. I'm of the opinion that they've simply lost too much structural integrity via personnel losses. The floodgates are open. If you have Green, start him. Mixon might have more of a role going forward and Gio could be lessened. As I said last week about dropping Eifert, he's a ticking timebomb on your team. Maybe with a new OC they'll use him right. For HOU, Miller looked bad again. I didn't like that Watson stared at his WR all day, which was Hopkins. I would err on the side of caution with Hopkins because other teams are going to read Watson's eyes. I see Hopkins as a guy to target via trade in a few weeks as Watson (hopefully) improves. Foreman is a stash and he's available in most leagues.
[email protected] For the Panthers, I don't think the loss of Olsen will matter too much because they weren't getting him involved. If you own him, it's probably a mixed blessing because it'll force you to address the TE position while there's still some out there. Newton had a strange day. He either completed his pass or was on his ass. I lean towards not starting him. The whole "pocket passer" argument comes to mind. He's doing it, but the results aren't helping fantasy owners. Plus, whether he runs or not, he's taking damage. Neither RB had a great day thanks to a stout Bills' D, but the usage was still borderline acceptable. I expect them to throw a bit less and run more in the coming weeks. I'm a hold on them for now, but I did bench CMcC in most of my leagues and I don't regret it. It doesn't look right yet. For the Bills, if you want a future flier, Zay Jones. One thing you'll get used to seeing from me is usage. He was the top target. He had a chance at a big catch/possible score. He will get better. He's a speculative add. As I said last week, don't bother with Clay unless he's facing the Jets. With McCoy, I want to make sure he's really ok going into next week. I would put him in potential "playing matchups" territory vs Denver. Or, if you said the Zeke performance + McCoy's was enough to make you consider benching him, I would say that's prudent.
[email protected] I want to get Cleveland out of the way first. I dunno what there is to learn about Kizer playing with a migraine. I still think there's potential at TE with Devalve, but it was interesting that when Hogan came in, he targetted Njoku, someone he obviously works with in practise. I didn't draft Crowell this year because I didn't like how Hue used him and I still don't. However, Duke Johnson is out there running some pretty scary routes. If they can connect with him, he could be dropping daggers. Duke is worth a stash. I'm not jumping off the Browns boat yet. BAL are a tough matchup, their starting QB left the game due to migraines and Coleman went out with a broken hand. I will downgrade them, however. I will be dropping Coleman this week. Baltimore? Loved it. I downgrade them slightly for losing Yanda, who after Tom Brady is the #2 player in the NFL IMO. He will be missed. The Ravens have also made their gameplan crystal clear for 2017: intermediate throws between the hash marks. Watson came out of nowhere, I thought it could be anybody. I'm beginning to revise my initial disappointment with Maclin. What he does is those short throws behind the LBs and it's what Flacco is doing this year. That has potential. I think West and Allen both looked sharp - even West got a nice gainer through the air. That said, with the Ravens looking to be comfortable with intermediate passing, I think Allen tips the scales on who to own/start. Ravens DST are amazing.
[email protected] I don't think there was much to learn from the Vikings. Like the Browns, when you change QB at the last moment, there's no real preparation. I benched Cook when I heard the Bradford news, but I would normally start him. I was a little surprised the Vikings DST were that pliable, but I give them a pass since they had nothing going on offense. Thielen is a reliable WR with a high floor, especially for PPR leagues. For the Steelers, I think Bell did well despite them trying to shut him down. Give him time. With him bottled up, Ben instead managed to connect with literally everyone. Martavis, Eli and Juju all got looks and that should concern you. Tough to say who's really the WR2 there, but like I said last week, Eli is getting a lot of attention. I'm still a strong buy on Jesse James. He was tasked with defending Griffen all day and hurt his foot and was not good at that. Even with a healthy foot, he can't block Griffen. Again, he was open all day when he wasn't blocking, he was in for almost every snap and he got looks. His only problem is the emergence of literally everyone at WR.
[email protected] Crazy game. NO were outmatched from the start. Kamara looks to have more PPR value, but don't drop him yet. Ingram came back and had a decent outing. He was catching balls well, but Kamara is so much more dangerous doing that. It's only a matter of time. Fleener got a TD again and it was a touch matchup for the TE position. If I had listened to my own advice last week, I'd have started Fleener and hoped to get James this week. Oh well! Thomas and Coleman make me uncomfortable. Thomas really let his team down and I'm not that confident in him. Coleman played better than he actually is. I don't know that you should start Coleman, but I will say he looked more "locked in" than Thomas did. I also said to start Gillislee last week and he got a TD rush at the goal line. His YPC isn't great, but unlike Lamar Miller, he's effective because he wears down defenders and sets up the pass. He should be locked in your RB2 slot. I'm a hesitant buy on Hogan and Burkhead mainly because of Cooks - he looks bad. I don't think he's a great fit there and he's very boom/bust. In real football terms, he was a success because he stretched the defense for others, but in fantasy terms, he's a horrible gamble.
[email protected] The Eagles could have won that game. Heck, the probably should have. Even without a run game. If you need a QB, Wentz is likely available. When forced to throw, he's actually producing sans a run game (aside from himself). If you started Agholor, he salvaged your day for you, but he was a non-factor. I struggled to even locate him on the field. I'm still bullish on Ertz, Alshon is already developing chemistry which is the arrow pointing up. Blount was schemed out of the game. It's tough to say, but maybe Sproles is the only RB worth owning in PHI. I think they need to use Blount to win, but he doesn't care about your fantasy team any more than the Eagles seem to care about him. Onto KC. With Kelce, I was a "bench" this week and I stand by it. He scored on a gadget play where 4 defenders followed Hill. Had he not scored, that fabled Eagles D vs the TE would have kept one of the best players in check. I think Hill is still a start, but teams are going to have to pick from week to week who they want to beat them: Hunt, Hill or Kelce. For next week, I think Hill is the most solid bet - Kelce hasn't scored a TD vs the Chargers in as long as I can remember. San Diego can contain the TE and the RB, but I wonder about 2017 Hill. I would not blame you for playing matchups on any of them this week, but Hunt is still most peoples' RB2 and SD did a lot of "bend" vs MIA in the old "bend but don't break" saying.
[email protected] I was a "bench" on Walker and the Jags did contain him. But like Kelce, he scored on a gadget play to save the day. And had I kept him in and not James, there are several leagues I barely lost that would have gone my way. Still, I don't regret it. Walker, like Kelce, is a TE who is matchup dependent. I don't like him vs SEA this week, either. They have dominated the TE position so far this season. Henry and Murray certainly flustered a lot of owners, but live and learn. They thought an elusive back was the key to beating JAX and they were right. They used a fast RB vs a fast D that overcommitted. He blew right past them. You just have to let it go. All we can do is guess at gameplans, if we actually knew, we'd be head coaches in the NFL. I am still a huge sell on Decker. You can see most of his action early in the game which consisted of him being slower than grandma on Sunday and getting obliterated. There's too many options there. I say to add Rishard as a desperation stash, but the best thing you can do is just use Delanie situationally. I would be careful even messing around with Murray. Leave him in. I really want to talk about Ivory and Fournette. That was an interesting dynamic. Fournette was wearing down the D and then Ivory was carving them up. Ivory looked legitimately good. He may have a role, and for a guy who isn't a pass catcher, he could potentially emerge as one. I may regret this, but...if you're in a PPR league, take a chance and roster Ivory??? Another controversial one is Lee and Hurns. Lee got way more looks, but I think Hurns is on another level. He just looks like the more legitimate WR. More experienced. You're desperate if you need either, but I will have Hurns ranked above Lee on my waiver priority this week.
[email protected] Actually rewatching this right now because I loved Tampa that much. If you need a DST, think about TB. I'm really curious where quickonthedrawl will rank them this week, but on my list, they're gonna be pretty high if Bradford is out for MIN. Except for NE in Week 5, you could own them and keep using them. Their upcoming schedule is great. Mike Evans is back and probably could have had another TD, but there's no way you're benching him. I would skip DeSean, despite him getting lots of targets. He isn't making plays. For the Bears, it's tough to really ID them because when Howard went down, their gameplan evaporated as Tampa dominated them. Glennon isn't long for this world. Too many mistakes. I think Cohen is a weekly FLEX in PPR and Kendall Wright has sneaky potential as he's clearly the best guy they've got, yet they spread it around, so it's hard to take him out of the game on defense.
[email protected] There was a lot of "get Mack" talk this week, but I just didn't know. And I still don't. Gore looked good enough, and more importantly, he seemed to be a guy that Brissett worked well with. I really liked Jacoby's poise as well. He was getting his plays called quickly reading the D quickly and making smart decisions. Maybe the Colts aren't hopeless after all. I'm still not ready to start Hilton, but I could have my mind changed. Now, onto the Cards. Even after an absence, CJ0.5k showed himself as the back to own. I didn't grab Williams or Ellington in a single league. I had a suspicion that CJ would be the best back and he is. The lack of usage to Larry was troubling and it was puzzling that they kept trying to give the ball to Jaron Brown who couldn't catch a ball if you gave him a basket. I would rather stream random guys than start anyone from the Cards. Larry included. I just don't understand how Palmer could throw that much and not convert it into scores. He was just choking. Simple as that.
[email protected] Let's get the Chargers out of the way. Rivers? Even against a good team like DEN he is solid. Against anyone who isn't top-tier on D? Geez. If you have him on your bench, you have to think seriously about making him your QB1. Tons of weapons and he's sharp as a knife. I didn't understand Gordon's lack of usage one bit. Henry got involved (finally), but Gates vultured him. I sort of think they were going for the record, but how that plays out isn't something we can guess. I would avoid the TEs there. The rest of the WRs not named Allen are probably going to feast/famine based on matchup, but with Rivers being prolific so far, I think Tyrell is a guy you want to spot start vs bad DBs. Now, onto the real question: who's the WR in MIA? I have to say, they all looked pretty good, but whether it was them, Cutler or Ajayi, they weren't closing the deal. Stills saw Cutler looking his way, but Landry won the day on volume of targets alone. This week I started Landry and benched Parker, FWIW.
[email protected] This week I moved Carr into my QB1 in a lot of leagues. I got him for matchups, now I think he might just be worth leaving in. Crabtree was fascinating. It didn't matter who the Jets put on him, he burned them. Cooper was out of sync, I don't expect that to continue. Carr went for Crabtree because he was NBA Jam "on fire" and Cooper wasn't. They could not cover Crabtree. I'll reiterate with Lynch: I probably wouldn't start him, but if you can get him in a few weeks cheap, do it. He will be solid down the stretch. Richard looked dangerous. If you need an RB in PPR, he's worth a gamble. He returns on ST as well. I'm still a big buy on Cook. Like James, he didn't go off, but he saw plenty of attention and with either of these guys it's only a matter of time. Many of you need TEs this week, get Cook if you're worried about James' ankle. I still have James above Cook. The only notable thing I will say that happened for the Jets was Jermaine Kearse. He's a sneaky add because he's clearly the best they've got and he's only getting better every week. I thought his confidence grew in real-time during the game.
[email protected] Like I said last week, Carlos Hyde is a horse. If you are playing matchups with him, you're making a mistake. He looks invigorated. He is the only person there I like. They are bad, yet despite that they can support a true RB1 in Hyde. Seattle are interesting in a bad way. Their O-line is so horrible that they make everyone drop. I benched Wilson this week and I can imagine myself dropping him. Carson emerged as the game went on. He should be the #1 waiver target this week. Despite scoring, I think it's safe to drop Paul Richardson, I wouldn't add Tyler Lockett and I would just bench Doug Baldwin.
[email protected] This was such an odd game. I don't think the Rams D looked all that good, yet the Redskins didn't really get much statwise. WAS just burned them one that big run by Thompson. I don't love him, but if you need an RB, Kelley looked ok/good, but is hurt. Reed still looks wrong. He's not the explosive playmaker right now. Crowder is possibly on waivers, he's worth a stash, but I don't see them really getting that much better. His value is if Reed can't establish himself there. I don't love them. I started Kupp this week in a few leagues and I think if he had more concentration, he would have had another big day. It's clear he's going to be a big part of what they do, despite being low on the depth chart. Don't drop him, but his next 3 matchups are tough. Gurley I feel the same way about, but he was such an expensive pick that you likely can't afford to play matchups with him. SF played him tough last year.
[email protected] What a mess for Dallas. The Broncos have shown they will shut down an RB at all costs and trust their DBs and it worked. Expect this to continue. Bryant's usage was encouraging, but his production was not. However, if he gets that many looks vs lesser DBs, he could really go off. I'd use him vs easy matchups on D rather than leave him in if I could afford it. Witten having 13 targets is not good. If someone is going to catch 10 balls, they need to be more explosive than Witten. I would expect them to take Witten out of the game sooner than later, but can they afford to when no one else is doing anything? He seems like a gamble, despite having a solid start. For DEN, I think their DST is probably approaching matchup-proofiness. Sanders was a surprising wrinkle and he seems to have more chemistry with Siemian, so if you've got him, roll with him. There's not much to say about CJA except to enjoy him as your RB1 until his wheels fall off from overuse.
[email protected] Kind of a scary game for the Packers. A lot of people getting hurt. Even when Montgomery has a bad game as an RB, he looks capable of just being a reciever. I'm an "add" on Bennett this week, especially with lots of TEs going down and all of Rodgers' recievers going down. Someone's gotta get those 50 pass attempts. Freeman looked pretty good, like an actual RB and not a PPR back. That could stay, but if it does, it downgrades Ryan slightly. They absolutely looked at the RBs as the preferred option for TDs. Hooper, as I told you last week was a "sell" and I continue to think so for a few weeks. Sanu is still a buy. The Falcons are interesting in that they have 6 legitimate players you can safely start with a floor relative to their value: Ryan, Bryant, Freeman, Coleman, Jones and Sanu. They seem like a team who are safe to start if you don't like some of your other options.
[email protected] It was funny to see everyone sell on Ebron this week. I didn't really have much of a feel for what he'd do, other than that he was open a bit in Week 1, but couldn't translate that into catches. Am I ready to get him? No. Am I ready to say not to get him? No. He's worth a look if you need a TE. I think the plus is that he is open and/or getting looks, the minus is that he needs to focus every week like he did tonight. Abdullah was risky, he was either gone to the races or going nowhere. Golladay didn't get any action because they didn't need to throw. Not sure I'd drop him yet, but he's not a must-keep, let alone a must-start. The Giants are fantasy poison. Like I said last week: Vereen. But that's not saying much. You can still do better. Marshall looks slow. He's getting dropped this week by me. Just stay away from them. There's no stashes.

Ugly week. I know a lot of you got blown out by anomalous scores (or blew people out) - scoring wasn't evenly spread, so some good teams lost and some bad teams won. That'll happen.
My record this week:
Yahoo: 3-5, 9-7 on the season
Fleaflicker: 0-1, 1-1 on the season
NFL: 4-2, 10-2 on the season
ESPN: 15-19, 36-14 on the season
A lot of my teams I was 100% as a manager and I just lost. It's all you can do. Don't be upset. Several games I lost by starting Jesse James. That's on me.
This is the "watch all the games" post that Daruuk did:
https://redd.it/6zw31a
Hopefully we'll see his coming up in the next day or two. It's good stuff, check it out, see where the "game watchers" agree and crowdsource some intel for yourself.
EDIT: Daruuk is up https://www.reddit.com/fantasyfootball/comments/71enao/hey_reddit_derek_frei_here_i_analyze_every_game/

Anagrams of Survivor Castaways' Names! (Seasons 1-32) [[Pretty FUNNY!!]]

So, I saw someone else posted a list of Survivor anagrams for S32. I also have compiled a list of anagrams of Survivor castaways’ names from seasons 1 to 32 over time. So I thought I’d share them!
I put Cambodia first, then Kaoh Rong, and then seasons 1-30 in order. To find a player you have in mind, look them up on their original season. I put in italics anagrams that are funny or interesting or creepy… Winners are in bold. And I only put anagrams on the list that actually make coherent sense. **HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!
Feel free to leave comments about your favorites! They’d be appreciated as some of these are pretty darn funny.
~Cambodia~
Abi-Maria Gomes = Bro... I am sage. I am!/ I am some airbag/ I raise ammo bag
Andrew Savage = Agendas wave Award gas even/ A sad new grave/ A war’s avenged/ Wave as danger
Ciera Eastin = A nice satire/ I eat arsenic
Jeremy Collins = Smell nicer joy
Joe Anglim = Go jam line/ Go jail men/ Jail gnome
Kass McQuillen = Quick man sells/ Quells in smack/
Keith Nale = Then I leak/ Liken heat
Kelley Wentworth = We knew they troll/ Well, they network
Kelly Wiglesworth = Get why skill lowe Yell, work with legs/ Wore skylight well
Kimmi Kappenberg = Be pimp kingmaker
Monica Padilla = I do a plain clam
Spencer Bledsoe = No blessed creep/ Peer be coldness/ Son creep bleeds
Tasha Fox = Fast hoax
~Kaoh Rong~
Alecia Holden = Hoed alliance/ I cleaned halo
Aubry Bracco = Crab, you crab/ Occur by a ba Cab by our car
Cydney Gillon = End cloyingly/ Lending coyly
Darnell Hamilton = I manhandle troll/ Harm all indolent/ I enthrall old man
Caleb Reynolds = A scorned belly/ Censored by all/ Sacredly noble/ Clearly on beds/ Lonely bed sca Obscenely lard/ Lordly absence/ Bend so clearly/ Beyond recalls/ Blend coarsely/ Closed blarney/ Elderly can sob
Debbie Warner = Be wide, barren/ Dare new bribe/ Renewed Rabbi/ Wine be barred/ Need barbwire/ New bare bride/New red Barbie/ Beer be inward/ Be wind-beare Beware binde I be redrawn
Joe del Campo = Deep cool jam
Kyle ‘Sarg’ Jason = Slangy as Joke Joke, gnarly ass/ Any jerk’s goals/ Glares sank joy
Michele Fitzgerald = I fetch me lizard leg
Neal Gottlieb = Go, little bean!/ Angel to be lit/ Let binge a lot/ Be in tollgate/ Gotten liable/ Not legible at/ Oblige talent/ Leg in a bottle/ Blot a Gentile
Nick Maiorano = I rock on mania/ Crook in mania/ A minion croak
Peter Baggenstos = Egg a tense Probst/ Be poet gangsters/ Beg top greatness/ Stop tense beggar
Scot Pollard = Doll’s capto Craps do toll/ Do call sport/ Scar top doll/ Clasp to Lord/ Adopt scroll/ To drop calls/ Scold patrol
Tai Trang = Giant rat/ A ratting/ Rang at it/ Tag train
~Borneo~
B.B. Andersen = Ban benders/ Bed banners
Dirk Been = Be kinde Kind bee Keen bird/ Kneed rib
Gervase Peterson = Gas over pretense/ Go save represent/ Repeat governess
Greg Buis = Big urges/ Big surge/ Us bigge I rub eggs/ Is bugger
Gretchen Cordy = Dry crotch gene
Joel Klug = Gull joke
Ramona Gray = Angry aroma
Rudy Boesch = Crushed boy/ Decoy shrub/ Rode by such
Stacey Stillman = All my testis can/ Am silently cast/ My little ass can/ Calls it amnesty/ Class mentality/ Mainly tactless/ I’ll act my sanest/ Less cattily, man/ Saintly calmest/ Casts all enmity/ Clients may last/ All my scantiest/ It’s all my ascent/ Smell a sanctity/ Smelly at antics/ Tally semantics
~The Australian Outback~
Amber Mariano = Am near Rob, I am!/ Am a main bore Rare mob mania
Colby Donaldson = So, con blond lady/ Scan doll on body/ Nobody’d call, son/ Call odds by noon
Debb Eaton = Babe noted/ Note, be bad/ Be a debt on/ Beat on bed/ Toned babe/ Nabbed toe/ One bad bet/ Bent abode/ Need abbot
Keith Famie = I make thief
Kel Gleason = Leaks on leg/ Sleek along/ Ogles ankle
Maralyn Hershey = Yearn me harshly/ Hears early hymn/ Sly hyena-harmer
Mitchell Olson = Melons to chill
Rodger Bingham = Go bring me hard/ Grind Amber, hog/ Go bring her mad/ Raging mob herd/ Had bigger morn
Tina Wesson = Notes as win/ Was tension/ Now asset in/ Wins on a set/ Saw tension/ We no saints
~Africa~
Carl Bilancione = A clinical bone All can be ironic/ Can care billion/ Cancer a billion
Clarence Black = Nice local brain/ Cannibal-recoil/ Rebel can clack/ Back canceller
Diane Ogden = Die and gone/ Do need gain/ Gain no deed/ None did age
Frank Garrison = Grins for a rank
Kelly Goldsmith = Kills them godly
Kim Powers = I skew prom
Linda Spencer = Ends crap line/ Creeps inland/ Darn lip scene/ Dinner places/ Perils can end/ Placed sinne Sniped lance Slender panic/ Rancid spleen/ Naps, recline
Lindsey Richter = I’d cry in shelte Is richly tende Recline dry shit/ Rich die sternly/ Sincerely third/ Resident richly/ Hit dry silencer
Silas Gaither = Arise as light/ Hairiest slag/ I slather gas/ Sigh, a realist/ Right aliases
Teresa Cooper = As creeper too/ Operates core/ See, react poo Operate score/ Cease troope Peace, rooster
Tom Buchanan = Moan at bunch/ Can hunt a mob/ On a bum chant/ A thumb canon
~Marquesas~
Gabriel Cade = I care, be glad/ Grace bailed/ Race big deal/ Acrid beagle/ Be caged, lia Rig a debacle/ Acid be large
Gina Crews = A screwing/ Nicer swag/ Wins grace/ Gains crew/ Saw cringe/ Care-wings/ Swing-race/ We scaring
Hunter Ellis = He tells ruin/ Slur the line/ Line hustle Thrill ensue
Paschal English = A clashing helps/ Hassling chapel
Patricia Jackson = I join a crap stack/ Jackpot is in a car
Peter Harkey = The key rape Take her prey
Rob Mariano = A brain room
Robert DeCanio = Aerobic rodent/ Bad rioter once/ Erection-board/ Do beat on crie Nice, dear robot/ Bored creation/ I beat no record/ Be action orde Be carried onto/ Be on a credito I’d beat corone End taboo crie I cornered boat
Sean Rector = Arrest once/ Can restore/ Near escort/ Corner seat/ Neat score Snore, react/ No caterers/ Sneer acto So recreant/ Tear censor
Tammy Leitner = I try me mental/ Try it, male men/ Manly termite/ Men may litte Trim me neatly/ Met my latrine/ Entitle my arm/ Mire my talent
Vecepia Towery = I overact weepy/ I vote creep way/Receive way top/ Way to perceive
~Thailand~
Brian Heidik = A bikini herd/ I hiked in bra
Erin Collins = Rolls in nice
Ghandia Johnson = Shanghai donjon
Helen Glover = Hell on verge/ Never go hell
Ken Stafford = Drank off-set/ Sent off dark/ Faked fronts/ Offend stark/ Desk affront
Penny Ramsey = Any men’s prey/ Enemy spy ran
Shii-Ann Huang = I Shanghai nun
Stephanie Dill = Depth in allies/ Held penis tail/ Denials help it/ Split headline/ I held panelist
Ted Rogers = Get orders/ Greed-sort/ Do regrets/ Rest gored
Jenna Morasca = Jeans can roam
Sandra Diaz-Twine = A wizard sat in end/ Radiant win dazes/ I add an ersatz win/ Raw and sanitized
Amber Mariano = Am near Rob, I am!/ Am a main bore Rare mob mania
~The Amazon~
Butch Lockley = The cocky bull/ Chuckle by lot/ To check bully/ Clothe by luck/ They lock club
Christy Smith = My shirts itch
Daniel Lue = Alien duel
Heidi Strobel = Hostile bride/ I be the Lord’s/ Bite her idols/ Set her libido/ I do hit rebels
Jenna Morasca = Jeans can roam
Matthew von Ertfelda = Love fattened warmth/ Theft marveled a town
Rob Cesternino = Erection’s born/ Corniest bone Escort boner in/ Be tonic snore No rotten scribe/ No snob recite No bitter sensor
Roger Sexton = Ogre-torn sex
Shawna Mitchell = Wins calm health
~Pearl Islands~
Burton Roberts = Turns to robber
Christa Hastie = It’s a chest hai As I hit the cars/ I chase a thirst/ As a richest hit/ Atheistic rash
Lillian Morris = Roll in similar
Michelle Tesauro = Me, celestial hour
Nicole Delma = Local men die/ Led on malice/ Me, a nice doll/ Me all in code/ Model can lie
Osten Taylor = Nasty loote Loose tyrant/ Entry as tool/ Start looney/ Not real toys/ To stay lone Only at store/ Only to stare
Rupert Boneham = Rape her bum ton/ Be humor-parent/ Mean up, brothe Be prom haunte Entrap bum hero/ Run, be metapho Another bumpe Mope heartburn/ Put home barren
Ryan Opray = Pony-array
Ryan Shoulders = Run dry, Asshole/ Hero runs, sadly/ Sorry, handle us/ Also ends hurry/ Darn surly hoes/ Hardens sourly/ Has old nursery/ Runs shy ordeal/ So hardly nurse
Sandra Diaz-Twine = A wizard sat in end/ Radiant win dazes/ I add an ersatz win/ Raw and sanitized
Shawn Cohen = No cash when…
Tijuana Bradley = Radiant bluejay/ A bad late injury/ A bat lay injured / A ready jubilant/ Darn jail beauty
~Vanuatu~
Brady Finta = Ban if tardy/ Dainty barf/ Fry a bandit
Brook Geraghty = Try, hook beggar
Chris Daugherty = Richest hard guy/ Reach gushy dirt / I’d crush thy rage/ I’d hush great cry/ His daughter cry
Dolly Neely = Yelled only
Eliza Orlins = Nil is all zero
John Palyok = Honk jalopy
Lea ‘Sarge’ Masters = Alert, ass emerges/ Merge’s real asset/ Esteem larger ass/ Releases germs at/ Ageless streame Messages’ alerter
Lisa Keiffer = Is life-freak/ Fake life, si Like if safe Rifle is fake
Mia Galeotalanza = Agonize at a llama/ I gaze on, at a llama
Rory Freeman = No marry free/ Yearn reform/ Nay, reforme Me, far ornery
Scout Cloud Lee = Clues clued too/ Use collect duo
Travis Sampson = Sportsman visa
Twila Tanner = Want latrine
~Palau~
Angie Jackusz = Jack gun a size
Caryn Groedel = End clear orgy/ Cry, aged lone Done large cry / Go end real cry/ Go dry-cleane Carry on ledge
Ian Rosenberger = Enrage boner, si Nearer sobering/ Groins be neare Be senior ranger
James Miller = Smellier jam
Janu Tornell = Unlearn jolt
Jonathan Libby = Job by inhalant
Katie Gallagher = Hate, kill garage/ A talkier haggle
Stephenie LaGrossa = Repeating Assholes/ Airplane sees ghost
Tom Westman = Want me most/ ‘Twas moment
Wanda Shirk = Ask hard win/ Drank a wish/ I swank hard/ Has kind wa Wash a drink/ Wash in dark
Willard Smith = Thrill was dim/ Will mist hard
~Guatemala~
Amy O’Hara = Hay-aroma
Brandon Bellinger = Ennobled barn girl
Brianna Varela = Arable nirvana
Brooke Struck = Book truckers
Cindy Hall = Candy Hill
Danni Boatwright = Win a grand hot bit/ A throwing bandit/ Bad with ignorant/ Boarding that win/ I do ban thwarting/ No tightwad brain
Gary Hogeboom = Go abhor my ego/ Go harem boy, go
Jamie Newton = A new joint me/ We meant join/ Join new meat
Judd Sergeant = Adjust gende Just deranged/ Just need drag/ End, just raged/ Grand jest due/ Judges ranted/ Just darn edge
Lydia Morales = Aside morally/ I delay morals/ I solely drama/ My idol as real/ A smelly radio/ Dies amorally/ Yes armadillo/ Admires loyal/ Dear loyalism/ Dreamily also/ Ideally roams
Rafe Judkins = Aid fun jerks/ Junkier fads
~Panama – Exile Island~
Austin Carty = At a scrutiny/ Cut sanitary
Bobby Mason = Ban my boobs
Bruce Kanegai = Breaking a cue
Cirie Fields = I sliced fire
Dan Barry = Barnyard
Danielle DiLorenzo = I’ll dread ozone line/ One idle, lone lizard/ Deodorize all linen
Melinda Hyder = Men hardly die/ I end her madly/ Mend her daily/ Derailed hymn/ Maidenly herd
Nick Stanbury = Bank scrutiny
Shane Powers = Answers hope/ He opens wars/ He was person/ Pass new hero/ Has new poser
Tina Scheer = In here, cats!/ The arsenic/ Nice hearts/ Then I scare/ Cheater’s in/ Antics here/ I enter cash/ She certain/ Hear insect/ I reach nest
~Cook Islands~
Adam Gentry = Tragedy-man/ Mated angry/ Gay men dart/ At my dange Day garment/ Grated many
Billy Garcia = A big lyrical
Brad Virata = Avid bar rat/ Bird avatar
Candice Cody = A coded cynic
Cecilia Mansilla = I can calm allies/ I call maniac’s lie/ I call malice a sin/ Clinical malaise/ I claim alliances
Christina Coria = Raincoat is rich
Flicka Smith = Lick him fast!/ Am sick filth/ Film as thick
Parvati Shallow = Slap with a valor
Rebecca Borman = A cancer bombe Cram beer on cab/ Barber can come/ Can race bombe Embrace carbon
Stephanie Favor = Hover a fat penis/ Hate penis favo Rapist of heaven/ Of sharp naïveté/ A festive orphan
Sundra Oakley = Us royal naked/ Sneak Our Lady/ You drank sale/ Aroused lanky
~Fiji~
Boo Bernis = Bribe soon/ Rinse boob/ So, no bribe/ I bore snob
Cassandra Franklin = Crank ass far inland
Earl Cole = Cello era
Edgardo Rivera = Drive road rage!/ Do arrive ragged
Erica Durosseau = Our cause is dea I arouse crusade/ I aroused a curse/ Raised our cause/ I caroused a use I use our arcades/ Readies raucous/ See raucous raid
Gary Stritesky = Risky strategy/ I get starry sky
James ‘Rocky’ Reed = Airs comedy jerk/ My jokes carried/ I rock Jersey mad/ Joker’s crime day/ I do jerks a mercy/ I scared my joker
Liliana Gomez = Gaze a million
Lisi Linares = A sillier sin/ Arise in ills/ I sell raisin/ Ill airiness/ Sin, liar lies
Rita Verreos = Rarer Soviet/ I save terro Rioters rave/ Overrate, sir
Stacy Kimball = May blacklist/ Stick by llama
Sylvia Kwan = A wavy slink
~China~
Aaron Reisberger = Ignore bare rears/ Agree on barriers/ Error area begins/ See bargain error
Amanda Kimmel = Am like madman/ Manlike madam/ I, naked mammal/ Make a man mild/ Damn, like mama/ Made a milkman
Ashley Massaro = Male’s hoary ass/ Am shy as lose Holy Mass areas/ Shame royal ass/ So slam hearsay/ So slays a harem/ Say, harass mole/ As army asshole/ Slay a mass hero/ Am hoarsely, ass
Chicken Morris = Irks me chronic
Courtney Yates = Yes, coy taunte You sneer catty/ You stay cente You erect, nasty/ You cry neatest/ Eyes at country
Dave Cruser = Cursed rave/ Sued crave User craved/ Curved ears
Denise Martin = I inserted man
Frosti Zernow = First, now zero/ Froze in worst/ Won zero, first/ First row zone/ Front row size/ Tons frowzier
Jaime Dugan = A main judge
James Clement = Jam select men
Leslie Nease = Lease senile/ Less alienee
Sherea Lloyd = Yes Lord, heal/ Hell, so ready/ Her, sole lady/ Holy leaders
~Micronesia~
Alexis Jones = Join sex sale/ See jinx also/ One’s jail sex
Joel Anderson = No older jeans
Kathy Sleckman = The lanky smack
Mary Sartain = Marry a saint/ Sanitary arm/ Train as army
Mikey Bortone = Be monkey riot/ Bite key moron/ Be key monito Took in my bee I broke my tone/ Obi, key mento Money broke it/ Obey monk rite/ My entire book/ Mine, key robot
Natalie Bolton = I’ll beat on a ton/ No, not liable at/ Lone battalion/ Label notation
Tracy Hughes-Wolf = Grew flashy touch/ Tough, flashy crew/ What grouchy self
~Gabon~
Ace Gordon = Do no grace/ Ego-cando Cargo done/ Caged-dono Can do ogre
Bob Crowley = Blew boo cry
Charlie Herschel = Check minor, si Rich smirk once/ Reach chills here
Corinne Kaplan = Rankle on panic
Gillian Larson = Aligns in a roll/ I’ll nag liars on/ Nails a rolling
Kelly Czarnecki = Kneel, lick crazy
Ken Hoang = Khan gone
Marcus Lehman = Launch me arms/ Calmer, humans/ Rush calm amen
Matty Whitmore = Am witty mothe Witty mom-hate Worth it, my mate/ What to my merit
Michelle Chase = Clichés heal me
Randy Bailey = By a yard-line/ I yearn badly/ Nearby daily/ Lay in by dea I learn by day/ Barely in day/ Already in by
Sugar Kipper = I spark purge
Susie Smith = Misuse shit/ Use hit-miss
~Tocantins~
Ben Coach Wade = Woe, bad chance/ Hence a bad cow/ Chewed a bacon
Erinn Lobdell = I’ll lend bone I’ll end noble Bedroll linen
Joe Dowdle = Jewel Dodo
J.T. Thomas = Jots math
Sandy Burgin = Undying bras/ Bind us angry/ Burning days/ Gun any birds
Sierra Reed = Rare desire/ Rise deare As derriere
Spencer Duhm = Denser chump/ Spender much/ Drench spume
Tyson Apostol = Stops any tool/ Loots any spot/ Slays onto top/ Slop too nasty/ Only stoops at/ Spotty saloon/ Stops at loony
~Samoa~
Betsy Bolan = Stolen baby/ Not sly, babe/ Yes, not blab/ No stable by/ Be only stab/ Let’s ban boy/ Sat by noble/ Sob tenably
Brett Clouser = Clutter bores/ Escort butle Bottle curse Butter closer
Erik Cardona = A darker icon/ I adore crank/ Reckon a raid
Kelly Sharbaugh = Hug shaky balle Harsh, ugly, bleak/ All ask her by hug/ All by huge shark
Laura Morett = A true mortal/ Alert, a tumo Am real tuto Late at rumo Rare mulatto/ Rat emulato Turtle aroma
Marisa Calihan = Am a liar, cash in/ Hail in mascara/ Malaria chains/ A main air clash/ I charm a snail
Mike Borassi = Irksome bias/ I am a kiss-bore/ I rob me a kiss
Natalie White = Neat with a lie/ Alienate with/ Await the line
Russell Hantz = Shall run zest
Russell Swan = Ass runs well/ Runs lawless
Shambo Waters = Am the war-boss/ Woe, stab harms/ Bathes so warm/ Bras somewhat/ Hates war mobs/ We harass tomb/ Her wombat ass/A hamster bows
Yasmin Giles = Is slaying me/ Is sly enigma/ Sly in image/ Gain messily/ I lay, messing
~Nicaragua~
Alina Wilson = Lawn liaison
Brenda Lowe = Down a rebel/ Be a new lord/ Blade owne Earned blow/ We bond real/ Bleed on wa Redone bawl/ Been a world/ Enable word/ Drew a noble/ Lowered ban/ New labored/ Wonder-able
Chase Rice = Ace riches/ Rich cease/ Search ice
Dan Lembo = Bad lemon/ Be old man/ Blamed on/ Mad noble/ Lame bond/ Bold name
Jane Bright = Big jar then
Jimmy Tarantino = Majority Tin-Man/ Jam my nitration
Kelly Shinn = Hell skinny
Marty Piombo = A prim tomboy/ Am prim booty/ Boo my armpit/Am it, prom boy/ May trip, boom!
Sash Lenahan = He has annals
Tyrone Davis = Dirty as oven/ Invades Troy/ I drove nasty/ No adversity/ Avoids entry/ Yes, torn diva/ I do envy sta Drove sanity/ I vary, stoned/ Done varsity/ Destroy vain/ Vanity doers/ I not very sad/ I stay vendo Noisy advert/ So divert any/ So invert day/ Navy so tired
Wendy Jo DeSmidt = My joints wedded
Yve Rojas = Joy-save Joy-raves
~ Redemption Island~
Andrea Boehlke = Able naked hero/ Healed on break
Ashley Underwood = Woe, unholy dreads/ Now hours delayed
David Murphy = Hump diva dry
Francesca Hogi = Fears coaching/ Afghani socce A coach’s finge Chains for cage/ Aches of caring/ Forcing a chase/Fingers a coach/ Fiasco change Go if has cance Facing as chore
Grant Mattos = Got start, man/ Strong at mat
Julie Wolf = I foul jewel
Matt Elrod = Old matte Treat mold
Mike Chiesl = Like chimes
Natalie Tenerelli = Tell neat lie in ea Lie alternate line/ Nettle in a real lie
Phillip Sheppard = Helps hard lip-pip
Ralph Kiser = Shark peril/ Sharp liker
Sarita White = We air shit at/ I, I hate warts/ I was a hitte I, I was threat/ With a satire/ It awaits he Hit a war site/ Air the waist/ I hear a twist/ It’s with area / Wait hastie I hate its war
Steve Wright = Swerve tight
Stephanie Valencia = Evil satanic peahen/ I can have penalties/ Is a cheap valentine/Achieve in pleasant/ Leviathan sapience/ Nice spatial heaven
~South Pacific~
Albert Destrade = Deserted lab-rat/ Bastard-delete Stable, retarded/ Led bad retreats/ Latest debarred/ Starred belated/ Let bad arrested
Dawn Meehan = Had new name/ New headman/ A new mad hen
Edna Ma = Anadem/ Maenad/ Mean ad
Elyse Umemoto = Me, you stole me/ You meet moles/ Met, you lose me
Keith Tollefson = Not kill the foes
Mark Caruso = Scour karma/ Sack a rumor
Mikayla Wingle = I malign weakly/ I all weak in gym/ Leak my wailing/ Liking lame way/ Gawkily lame in/ I walk in gamely
Rick Nelson = Censor-link/ Inner locks/ Liken scorn/ Lock sinner
Sophie Clarke = Chase like pro/ Hero pack lies/ A choler spike/ Likes each pro/ Real sick hope
Stacey Powell = Select low pay/ We pat closely/ Coleslaw-type
Whitney Duncan = I hunt new candy/ New handy tunic
~One World~
Alicia Rosa = A social air
Bill Posley = Spoil belly/ Libels ploy/ Lies by poll
Chelsea Meissner = I see her calmness/ Means I cheer less/ See, nice, harmless/ See rich maleness / See, silence harms/ She sense miracle/ Relishes menaces
Christina Cha = Hatch is in ca Archaic hints/ Has rich antic
Colton Cumbie = Boom, nice cult/ Climb out once/ Me not bucolic
Jonas Otsuji = Joins a joust
Kat Edorsson = Rodeos stank/ Ran so stoked/ Torso’s naked/ Soon darkest / Toss dark one/ Too darkness/ Asked no sort/ No doer’s task/ Rodents soak/ Steaks donor
Kim Spradlin = Mild in spark
Kourtney Moon = You’re not monk/ Monkey on tou Took money, run/ Unto key moron
Leif Manson = Elf mansion/ Inflame son
Michael Jefferson = Scoff jail men here
Monica Culpepper = Compel pure panic/ Pimp up concealer
Sabrina Thompson = Snaps in bathroom
Tarzan Smith = Man hits tza This man-tzar
Troyzan Robertson = Ran boozy torrents
~Philippines~
Angie Layton = Goat inanely/ Aye, not align/ Not agile any/ Not gay alien/ I leant agony/ A leaning toy
Artis Silvester = Resists evil rat/ Arrest, it’s evil/ Satirist revels/ Rarest evil sits/ Realist strives/ Resist set rival/ Lives starriest/ Set liar strives/ Vitals-resister
Carter Williams = Alarm, I slit crew/ Camera will sti I will master ca Will tear racism/ I tell racism-wa Tramcar willies/ Call wartime, si I stall war crime/ Calmer liar’s wit/ War’s clear limit/ Crime trail’s law/ Limits a crawle Writes lacrimal
Dana Lambert = Named ‘Lab-rat’/ Alert, bad man/ Damnable rat/ Bad maternal/ Am bad rental/ Real tab, damn/ Tear bald man/ Blamed a rant/ Tamable, darn
Denise Stapely = Destiny please/ A needless pity/ Despise neatly/ Steady in sleep
Katie Hanson = Hit on a snake/ Shake nation
Lisa Whelchel = We heal chills
Malcolm Freberg = Grab me from cell
Michael Skupin = Is human pickle/ A chipmunk lies/ I leak much spin/ Is unlike champ
R.C. Saint-Amour = Satanic rumo I scorn trauma/ In a cast-rumo Crams in a tou A rustic mano Am corsair nut/ Can arm suito Courts airman/ Is man-curato Ran custom ai Ration sacrum
Roxanne Morris = So annex mirror
Sarah Dawson = Now a hard ass/ Had no raw ass/ Has no awards/ Ran as shadow
~Caramoan~
Allie Pohevitz = Hip evil zealot/ I plot vile haze
Eddie Fox = Die foxed/ I’d feed ox
Hope Driskill = He drops, I kill/ Like lordship/ Killed his pro
Matt Bischoff = Bitch’s off mat/ Combat shift
Michael Snow = Slow machine/ A clownish me/ I shame clown/ In camel show/ He now claims / Cinema howls/ Chews on mail
Reynold Toepfer = Order foe plenty/ Pretend foolery/ Reported felony/ To freely ponde Deploy on ferret/ Eloped for entry/ Order pony fleet/ Poetry enfolder
Shamar Thomas = So asthma harm/ Harm a hot mass/ Has trash ammo
Sherri Biethman = Me in harsh tribe/ Him in her breast/ Am here in births/ I banish her, term/ I share birth, men/ Rebirth in shame
~Blood vs. Water~
Brad Culpepper = Clapper burped
Caleb Bankston = Can’t be so blank/ Slant backbone/ Bacon blankets
Hayden Moss = She’s dynamo!/ As shy demon/ Shamed nosy
Katie Collins = Lick toenails/ I slacken toil/ Ocean kills it/ Kill a section/ Catlike lions
Laura Boneham = A humane labo A lame hour ban/ A hoe ran album/ Aloha, unbar me/ Heal bun-aroma
Marissa Peterson = Not a sperm arises/ A sperm assertion/ Am a set prisone Rear-ass nepotism/Armpit’s seasone Arrest me, passion/ Arsonist rapes me/ Is men’s separato Arrest pains me so/ Asserts more pain/ Praise as monste Separates minors/ Passion-streame Mere star passion/ No arteries-spasm/ An opera mistress/ Mean pastor rises/ Aspersion maste Parrot as nemesis/ Tame as prisoners/ A rainstorm seeps
Rachel Foulger = Hour, grace fell/ Face log-hurle Flag cruel hero/ Her cougar fell/ Go half-cruele Our charge fell/ Furor hell cage/ Flag hoe-curle For huge recall/ Clog her earful/ Rare cough fell / For huge cellar
~Cagayan~
Brice Johnston = I scorn job then/ Jobs not enrich
David Samson = So damn diva/ Void damn ass
Garrett Adelstein = Get restraint deal/ Dates tit-enlarge Lasted retreating/ Let Tragedian rest/ Treat red genitals/ Designate rattle Restart a deleting
Jeremiah Wood = Hide major woe
J’Tia Taylor = Joy at trial
Lindsey Ogle = Godly senile/ End silly ego/ Does yelling/ I yelled song/ Long eyelids/ Eyeing dolls/ On edge, silly/ Need go silly/ Only leg dies/ Old sly genie/ Single yodel
LJ McKanas = Jams clank
Morgan McLeod = Am cold-monge Commander log/ Glad commone Command ogle Gold morn came
Trish Hegarty = Hearty rights/ She try aright/ Starry height/ Try high rates
Tony Vlachos = Vocal, not shy/ Not sly havoc
~San Juan del Sur~
Alec Christy = Has tricycle/ I trash cycle/ Cliché saty Scarcely hit/ Stray cliché/ Try chalices / Shy at circle/ Teach lyrics
Baylor Wilson = I slay lowborn/ So lowly brain
Dale Wentworth = At the new world/ Threw a letdown/ World went hate/ Drew not wealth/ Let down the wa We worth dental
Drew Christy = Hit, screw dry/ Is dry wretch/ Screwy third/ Switch dryer
Josh Canfield = Child of jeans
Missy Payne = Say my penis/ Yes, I spy, man/ My easy spin/ Yes, main spy
Natalie Anderson = Ends an alienato An anal desertion
Wes Nale = New sale/ See lawn
~Worlds Apart~
Carolyn Rivera = Carry in a love Carry novel air
Dan Foley = Only deaf/ Day-felon/ Yodel fan
Hali Ford = Hold fai Fold hair
Joaquin Souberbielle = Job be a queer illusion/ I one jealous quibbler
Kelly Remington = Enemy troll king/ Kill ten gory men/ Not grill my knee
Lindsey Cascaddan = Dances as candidly/ I access dandy land
Max Dawson = Was damn ox
Mike Holloway = Lame wily hook
Nina Poersch = Penis ancho Crash in open/ Nice orphans/ Shine on crap/ China person
Rodney LaVoie = A looney drive/ I do yearn love/ I lay overdone/ I loony evade Rely on a video
Sierra Thomas = I am star horse/ Is a smart hero/ Am so trashie A hermit soars/ Riot harass me/ Hear as I storm/ Her aroma sits/ A riot smashe Air harms toes/ Roar, hiss at me/ Air some trash
Tyler Fredrickson = Drink for secretly/ Lends for trickery/ Fry closet drinke Escort fly drinker
Vince Sly = Sync evil
Will Simpson = Won slim lips

Revelation 23: Revenge of the Demon 2000 years ago, Christianity was founded, in a time before mass communication and mass information were widespread. It was fair to assume that a giant sky man was running everything from his secret base up in the clouds. Back in those days it was harder to receive any kind of scientific information due to the lack of the right technology, but over the next two millennia people still believed this in this sky man and even had huge crusades and wars over the little details like whether or not he said only one place could read his book or everyone could. A ridiculous series of violence that still continued to the present day. By this point, the idea of Atheism; the belief that there was no God, no Satan, no Allah or Angels or Demons or Jesus or Muhammad or anything like that, had become a popular thing with over a billion people had given up these beliefs, many calling them "children's tales" and "nonsense". Little did they know that they had been wrong about the whole thing. Everything is real, everything the humans had faith in, and so much more beyond that. * In heaven, God had been under a lot of stress. He'd been getting constant updates about everything happening, the population boom had meant he was getting hundreds of millions of prayers a day as opposed to the few thousand he was getting when he wrote the New Testament. He couldn't answer to all of them but thankfully a good majority of people who prayed to him automatically think their prayer was answered. He did try to answer as many as he could though, that and dealing with his galactic marketing scheme to bring his beliefs onto other species meant he wasn't able to visit the human world very much since he sent Jesus down there and had set up the starting date for the Georgian calendar. Nowadays god spent most of his time interacting with a species that called themselves 'Kamili'. He'd been trying to convince them he was the truth for nearly 500 years now but they still wouldn't budge. They were very firm on their beliefs which were in a deitiy called 'Yin' who was apparently the matter of the universe that compressed itself into forming a huge planet-like formation called 'Maltyna' which exploded, making all the planets and stars in the debris, the stars were part of Maltyna's giant molten core and the planets and asteroids and comets were made of a thin surface layer. Some Kamili thought there was an ancient race that lived on Maltyna that died in the explosion. After failing multiple times to get their faith in him, god began tweaking parts of his stories to fit their belief. He claimed the explosion was caused by a war between two species that lived on Maltyna called Angels and Demons and that god saved them both. He couldn't even perform a miracle to convince them since the Kamili were capable of something they called 'Mepisium Control' when translated into modern English. Mepisium control was essentially a biological ability to manipulate sub-atomic particles, forming new elements or general movement. This allowed for telepathy and Equivalent Exchange conversion. So nothing god did really impressed them. At the moment, god was sitting in his almost comically oversized chair, leaning on his arm thinking. Something had to be done about the issue with the Kamili, and the humans who were rapidly losing faith in him. Why oh why had he tried Freedom of thought? He'd tried clamping down on that with the 10 commandments but by that point it was already too late, human biology was set in stone now and there was nothing god could do without a complete universal overhaul which he just didn't have the patience for. Jesus came up to him and sat besides him. "So, what are you doing?" he asked. "Not much," god said "those Kamili are a pain in the ass. They're always so bloody skeptical about everything." "At least they're not nailing you to a cross." Jesus said angrily. "Oh come on Jesus, don't be like that. How was I supposed to know they'd react like that?" "Because you know everything?" "Yeah, I know everything in the past and in the now. I'm not a fucking 8-ball." "Calm down Dad, I was only saying, well, you do know everything. What's the square root of 182.9215?" "13.5248475038." God said "See? And how old was Henry VIII when he executed Anne Boelyn?" "44 years, 6 months, and 21 days." "So how can you know that, yet not work out the romans who already didn't take kindly to Christians would take my word for anything?" "Come on son, I was young and stupid back then." "You're eternal. You don't get to be young and stupid, you never were young. You were just stupid." Jesus said "Anyway, you made any progress on the Kamili?" "Ha, I wish." God said "I split their largest sea, rose the waves a mile high and what do they do?" "What?" "I'll tell you what. They tell me to put the bloody sea back down! I'm doing a miracle you arseholes! I don't care if you can control sub-atomic particles you don't have the energy to split the sea a mile high!" God began to yell "And guess what else they did. They got pissy at me for killing some fish! Why do I even bother with them? I'd be better of doing a Noah's Ark style flood and clearing the lot." "Oh, I forgot to mention, "Jesus said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a slightly crumpled piece of paper. "Saint Peter told me to give this to you, you got a letter." God took it and went through it. His face getting more and more worried with each eye movement. "What does it say?" Jesus asked. After a long pause, god finally replied "Jesus, we need to get you back to life." "Wait, what? Why?" "Satan plans to steal your body from Jerusalem and resurrect you against your will in hell." God said blankly, his palms shaking. The letter dropped and floated through the clouds below. "Come on, quickly, we need to get you alive before he takes you." * 4th February 2002 – Area 51, Nevada, United States, Earth An innocent enough looking air strip in the middle of nowhere, yet because of how utterly shrouded in mystery it is it’s been the focus of everything from Aliens to government conspiracies to inter-dimensional travel. Yet there is one conspiracy that has been going around that nobody has connected to the air base, is it not a coincidence that the only conspiracy not linked to area 51 is the one that’s true? The Illuminati. An organisation created in the 1700’s by the great founding fathers of America, some think they died soon after in 1785, some think they never existed at all. While some, labelled as crazy tin foil hat wearers by many, believe the Illuminati is still out there, controlling everything. Funny how the crazy paranoid ones are correct. David Attinger had called a meeting with Satan to be held today at 5 o’ clock in the afternoon. He was sitting alone in the huge meeting room waiting for his guest to arrive. grown bored of his newspaper so called for a cup of tea to be delivered. Unlike the stereotype of a large black futuristic room. The real meeting room had a much more J.F.K look about it, that’s how most of Area 51 was. Mobile phones and cameras weren’t permitted on the premises, it would be a disaster if someone took pictures of the base. Because of this fear, no hints towards the Illuminati were present. Instead everything looked like the inside of the Pentagon, 50 years ago. The meeting room was carpeted and welcoming. A square wooden table in the centre with 12 chairs surrounding it. On the walls were the flags of the commonwealth on flag poles. The flags tucked away. On the wall behind Attinger were the flags of the United Kingdom, Canada, Australia, The Russian Federation and in the centre was the stars and stripes itself. An assistant woman came in with Attinger’s tea, she put it on the desk and walked out without a word. He sipped it, it was a bit too milky for him. But he needed the boost and he couldn’t be bothered to wait for another cup to be made so he just dealt with it and took another sip. The telephone rang, Attinger picked it up. “Hello?” “Mr. Attinger.” Came a female voice “There’s a Mr. Sartan here to see you.” “Ahh yes, bring him into the meeting room. Get the commonwealth speakers in here too.” “Yes sir.” The phone went dead. Attinger put the phone back on the hook and leaned back in his chair, checking his suit. His fourth button down was undone, he quickly fastened it back together and did up his black tie. After a couple of minutes the wooden door opened and the assistant let a man in, he had a long nose and blonde hair. After the assistant closed the door the man put his hand to the nape of his neck. “Mr. Attinger, you may want to turn away.” He said with a thick French accent “What I’m about to do is mildly disturbing.” “Go right ahead, I’m not squeamish. I’ve seen far worse a thing in my day.” The man began to peel his face off from the back of his neck, his hair folding in under the skin. Slowly his real face was revealed. He was a scarred man, his face bright red and huge cut marks across his face. His eyes were blood red and his cornea was pitch black. He was bald with only a few wisps of long gray hair going down his sides. Around his mouth was a small black device that connected down his neck. He sat down on the opposite side from Attinger. “So shall we get this meeting underway?” He said in a much more robotic accent. “This is a very urgent time for me, my people need me and I don’t have time to sacrifice in meetings with pathetic human organisations.” “Trust me Satan,” Attinger said, holding his tea up “this will be absolutely worth your time.” The door opened again and the assistant let two men in. They found their seats and the assistant brought them both tea. One, Mr Henderson, looked about 90, more wrinkle than face. The other, some up-his-arse blonde young smart man rising up the job ladder, considering he was here and not in a McDonalds it was fair to say he wasn’t too far from the top. “Thank you ma’am.” Attinger said, ushering her out with a couple of flicks of his hand. She left slightly miffed at him for being a rude bastard. “Satan, I am pleased to introduce you to my two partners. Sir William Henderson and Mr. James Birling.” The two men shook hands with the Prince of Darkness, both felt a searing hot pain as they touched his skin. “Sorry about that. One of the curses him up there put on me.” “Alright” Birling said through gritted teeth shaking his hand violently “No worries, no worries at all.” “As I am sure you’re all aware, Satan and the IIA have been operating together on many operations throughout the years, from the mass-suicide of the British army during the war for independence to giving us an excuse to enter World War II through the harbour and most recently an reason to enter the middle east via the September 11 attacks not 6 months ago. All I can say is thank you for your assistance.” “That’s a given Mr. Attinger.” Satan said. “And now a deed is to be returned. Explain to the gentlemen what I need from you.” “Of course.” Attinger said. “Satan has filled me in on the basics of his mission, I have aided in streamlining the process. “ “Just get on with it” “Of course.” Attinger said. “As I was saying, through Satan’s intelligence, God has abandoned us. He’s moved on to other species after we grew to advanced to continue a belief in him. He gave up completely shortly after the industrial revolution. He is currently working with a species known as the Kamili, on an alien world some 20 light years away.” “Excuse me” Henderson interrupted. “Are you trying to tell me, that not only does God exist, but that aliens exist too?” “Yes I am Mr. Henderson.” Attinger said. “While it is fair to take the novelisations of the events 2000 years ago with a few grains of salt, the events portrayed are, to an extent, very real.” “So what does the Devil have to do with any of this?” “Hold your fucking horses Hender-bender.” Satan said. “He was getting to it. Don’t worry, you may be ancient, but you’ll live long enough to see the end of what Mr. Attinger has to say.”
* 4th November 2015 – London, United Kingdom, Earth James Goodman reached for the alarm clock wearily, his brain begging for that extra ten minutes. In the other bedroom, he could hear his kids were up, already banging around and causing too much noise. He got dressed in the usual attire of smart jeans, buttoned shirt and clip-on tie. Every glance at the soft welcoming mattress making him want to just collapse into it. But he had duties, he'd decided to knock-up some slag 9 years ago who gave him twins before ditching him and leaving him with the pair to raise himself. He reached to the shelf for the deodorant and sprayed himself clean. In the other room he heard a scream and a shatter. "For fuck sake" He mumbled as he went for the door. He went into the twin's bedroom, they shared a room since he'd had to sell his old house to by this crummy two bedroom apartment with an unforgiving landlord after he'd been at the sharp end of the stock market crash. On the floor were pieces of broken lightbulb from a desk lamp by the lower bunk. "What happened" James said, sighing, what a wonderful start to the day. "She did it!" Max said, pointing to his twin-sister Maggie. "Did not!" She retorted. "Did too!" "Enough, enough." James said "Go downstairs, sit at the table and I'll cook up some porridge for breakfast." The twins left the room, James could hear their bickering fade away as they went downstairs. They were good kids, when they weren't together. Max was getting good marks from his homework and Maggie's teacher, Mrs Peters, said she was the best behaved in the class. But somehow, when their personalities conjoined it just blew up like an amateur science experiment. James went to the spare room to get the dustpan and brush and cleaned the glass up, taking into his own room and dumping it in his own bin, he'd rather not wake up to a glass-shard fight in the other room. Before he went downstairs, he decided to pray. He wasn't hugely religious, his parents were technically Catholic and he had been christened, but he was never taken to church or anything. The most religious he got was the occasional prayer and internet argument. "God, I'm not a devote catholic. I haven't been to church in about 20 years, hell I don't think I even have a Bible in my house. But I know you're supposed to be able to look past all that. Anyway, can you just give me a break from these kids? I never knew how tough childcare was. I just want to go away for a while. Can you do that for me man? Cheers." * Closing the microwave door on the second bowl of milk and going to put the oats into the first bowl, James watched the news on the little telly in the corner. It was nothing modern, an old box TV with a talktalk box and a VHS player hooked up to it, a pile of kids movies besides it including such classics as The Lion King II and Casper. But the kids liked them so it was hardly the end of the world that they sat there ruining the level of quality James proudly held in his movie collection. On the news, a woman was reporting on the situation in Syria and the migrant crisis in Europe. Two things that James couldn't give less of a shit about, but he was interested in the journalism aspect, as a journalist himself working for the BBC he was supposed to watch other news shows to learn about how they showed the latest stories. The story was being presented with little camera movement and the facts shown without much filler opinion warping the viewers opinions on the subject, two rather large pet peeves of his that were thankfully not fulfilled in the story. "Dad!" Maggie said "When's it ready?" "It's done now" He said, finishing the porridge on a more liquid level and putting the bowl in front of her. "Thanks!" She said "Oh yeah, I got two stickers in class yesterday!" "Well that's nice," he said, she always had stickers yesterday. Every single morning she would claim she got 1 sticker or 2 stickers or 5 stickers, she did get a lot of stickers in class, but it was complete bullshit for her to say she got 2 a day every day. PING, the microwave sounded. James got the bowl out and stirred the oats in. "Can I have ketchup on mine?" Max said. "Ketchup?" James asked "That's not a very common topping for porridge." "I saw a website that said that's what Satanists have on their breakfast." "Really?" "Daddy, what's a Satanist?" James puffed loudly, this was a rather unexpected question. "Well, Christianity is the worship of god and all the good he's done. Well, Satanists think that the Devil is the one deserving of worship, not good." "But I thought Satan was bad." "Yeah, he is. But god's not a perfect snowflake either. You can tell that to your R.E. teacher." The phone rang. James put the bowl of porridge in front of Max, lacking the ketchup, and put the speaker to his ear "Hello, this is the Jane Hill, I'm calling on behalf of BBC News." was the voice that came from the phone. "Have you got a job going for me?" James asked hesitantly. "Yeah we have," She said "It's a foreign job, you'll be staying abroad for 3 to 4 days." "That's good," James said "Where am I going and what am I doing?" "Come to the office and you'll have a meeting with the boss at 12 o' clock. All I know is it's a high paying job." she said "Alright then, well I'll see you at 12 James. Bye." "Bye." The phone went dead. James put it back on the hook and turned to his kids who were both finished. "Get dressed" he said "Your going to Uncle Rick's house for the week." The two looked at each other confused for a brief moment before legging it upstairs in a furious race. James washed the bowls up and put them away before sticking on the kettle and making himself a cup of tea before they came back down. * Deimos: A moon that recently endured a move, a few million years ago it along with it's bigger more famous moon Phobos were ejected out of the Asteroid by Jupiter's massive gravity field. Being only about half the size and double the distance from it's home planet as Phobos, Deimos was often forgotten about by quite a few people. Only the biggest space nerds really cared about Deimos. After all, it was just a regular old rock in space. There are billions just like it in the Solar System alone, billions of Asteroids for the billions of stars in the galaxy just like the billions of galaxies in the universe. Deimos was nothing special, it didn't have any water, any monolith structures, no defining features of any kind besides the fact it orbited Mars. Though there was something special about Deimos. It had life. Had being the operative word since it was only there for a few hours as a preparation for the final stretch of it's journey. While many scientists would scream 'aliens!' the answer was a lot more interesting. All those clever clogs atheists out there were wrong. A very powerful fallen angel was on Deimos along with a small group Zozgal. A martian species that had been inspired by Satan's speeches. After the first Salvation War caused the destruction of much of Mars the Zozgal had been sent away rapidly to scour the galaxy for a new home but instead were forced to billions of years of test-tube evolution and experimentation by the Angels. Only recently had Satan discovered this martian race floating a few light years from God's favourite planet. He'd seen the hardships that the Angels put on this species, he'd gotten a peak inside and it had not been pleasant. It was so odd, Satan, the most evil being in the universe was saving people and starting an uprising. Though this wasn't the first time this had happened. The last time was the time he'd gone from a regular old angel to one who had fallen. He wondered if this time meant he would fall even further, maybe into some kind of super-hell. Hopefully not, everything was on his side this time. God was under way too much stress at the moment and this time Satan actually had a bit of support. Satan and about twenty thousand Zozgal were in nine mile long spaceships, the one Satan was on was hovering above Deimos. The other eight were gathering supplies from the far side of Mars, mainly Iron, the only thing in plentiful supply on the now retched planet. Mars had been Satan's own little home. His own version of Earth, a mirror of God's personal build. For a few million years all was well, Lucifer as he was called at the time was in the process of getting single celled organisms to grow in the oceans of water, something that would take God another billion years to do. That was part of the reason God started getting pissy with him because of Jealousy. After that, god and Lucifer were having some... disagreements to say the least that was eventually solved with the destruction of a planet from a water world to an iron one and Lucifer from an Angel to an evil plague on the universe. Though some good did come from that, for a few billion years a couple of survivors from the little God-Lucifer incident on Mars evolved into a few species, the only one of any interest being called the Zozgal. A family-based telepathic species with a very reptilian look with their scales to force water through the tiny cracks in their skin. Like a cross between a standing Komodo Dragon and a snake with legs. Who of course, came to an unfortunate end with the first major theological war a few million years ago. Satan built a new planet in a galaxy extremely close to the Great Attractor, the entrance to Hell. At the heart of where every galaxy in the local supercluster was being dragged, God did not know it, but it was a sign of Satan's dominance. Satan was so much more powerful than anything God could have imagined after being vanquished to the deepest depths of darkness and torment. A place so horrific that God himself was scared to venture. A man who could conquer such a place would be more powerful than the almighty. And Satan had done so, after dying the first few thousand times Satan grew accustomed to death to the point where it no longer scared it. After that it was easy, just keep shouting and barging until you get your way, immature maybe, but it evidently was a sound strategy. Satan was strong, so much stronger than anyone or anything could imagine. The heavens and the earths were all at his mercy. Satan would win. * The BBC studios building was a tall modern building, one the BBC had clearly spent far too bloody much of the TV liscense payers money to builder just to show it off to all of the other television companies 'Ooo look at our fancy fucking building, it's made of glass and cost us millions of pounds to make!'. It was only a couple years old and while the building itself was still in tip top pristine condition, the car park had degraded into a nearly unusable mess of bumps and cracks and overgrown greenery which did the exact opposite of what it was supposed to do and just made the whole thing look tacky. Next time they built a building they should hire a gardener to trim it down every once in a while. James pulled into his spot in the car park at BBC studios, at the point about as far away from the building as possible. He sincerely wished large car parks were against the basic human rights, though sadly that wasn't going to be true for quite some time, his legs were tired and he really didn't feel like walking all that way. Especially in November weather. But, a job's a job, and James wanted payment. He got his coat from the backseat and put it on before facing the harshness of sub-optimal British weather. It was a windy and chilly, yet surprisingly not raining as was the stereotype for the country; and to think there'd been a heat wave not 4 months beforehand. I bet early July James was wishing for weather like this, and now November James was wishing for July weather. Hard times these were. He held his coat together and walked to the Studio entrance. By the time he got inside his teeth were chattering away so hard it was fair to think they'd break. Everything in the large open room was smooth and clean, the floor was polished blue granite that seemed to echo every step James took to a level of noise that would wake a sleeping office worker six stories up. Behind a rounded wooden table, the receptionist woman waved him over. "Mrs. Unsworth will be ready for you in a couple minutes. Before you go up I'd just like to mention she's in a bit of a bad mood." "Whys that?" James asked. "Well.." Somewhere a ways away was the smashing sound of a computer against a floor and a woman screaming a scream that would make Godzilla envious. James looked rightfully anxious, he really had to go visit this woman? "You'll find out when you go in" the receptionist said "I'd get it over with as soon as possible if I were you." "No kidding." James said "Christ she sounds mad." "Yeah" She said "You think you've had it bad? I've had to talk to her all morning, on and on about bugger all. At least you only have to be there a few minutes." A speaker went off by the receptionist's computer, she pressed the microphone button and an incredibly fuzzy woman's voice screeched throughout the room. "Hello?" The reciptionist said into the mic. After a sudden 'voosh' sound Mrs Unsworth responded. "You sending him in yet?" Mrs Unsworth yelled through the device, the receptionist covered her ears for a split second because of the high angry pitch that protruded from the speakers. The receptionist turned the mic off and looked at him, "Well, guess you're good to go. Hope you're still good when you come out." She said, giggling as James walked past "1st floor, second door to the window. You'll see the sign; and hear the source." James got in the lift, too lazy to use the stairs and wanting to hold back going in with that maniac for as long as possible, though a couple of seconds waiting for the damn thing were better than nothing. DING, the door pulled open and a black fella walked out carrying a stack of papers, earphones in, trying way too hard to look casual going about his daily routine. Good sign of what was to come obviously. The doors closed and there was the sudden jolt of realisation that you're moving upwards. James hummed along to the shitty elevator-music for all of 10 seconds before the lift stopped again and the doors slid open. The window the receptionist was on about was just a short walk to the right, he went to the door marked head Director of World Service group which was what Mrs. Unsworth's job was. He put his hand to the door to knock, unwilling to actually make the connection between hand and wood. He paused for a second and pulled his hand away, walking over to the window and peering out. There wasn't a huge amount to see, the bad weather had stopped in the true British fashion of remaining raining for as short a time as possible but going on and off every few minutes. The car park tarmac was shiny with water, as were the cars. Beyond the car park near the horizon was a thin row of trees poorly hiding the main road behind it, mainly a poor job because of the giant fuck-off bridge that went above it and past the BBC building sheltering a very small corner of the car park. James wished he could have parked there, he could have too if it wasn't for a stupid little Mini Cooper almost comedically parked in the spot taking up about enough of the parking space as an oversized shopping trolly. James turned his focus away from the dry spot of the car park and put it onto a little man in a suit carrying files hurrying to the warmth of the inside. "Mr Goodman?" came a stern woman's voice from behind him. 'Oh god please no' James turned to face her, unsure if the dread could be seen "Oh hello, I have a meeting booked with you don't I?" "Indeed you do." she said "I'm guessing Diana's been moaning about me." "Yeah a little." She chuckled, "I like to fuck with her sometimes when I'm expecting someone, it's amazing that she keeps falling for it. Let me guess, you're brain is having a sigh of relief right?" "It's like your a bloomin' psychic" James said, it was as if she was forcing the words out of her mouth. Well at least she's not crazy. Mrs. Unsworth ushered James inside. Her office had an orange fragrence that was almost sickeningly strong. She told him to sit on the chair in front of the desk. As she sat down she turned the monitor on her computer around to reveal a Youtube video of someone screaming and knocking various appliances on the ground. "The reactions are perfect everytime" She laughed. "So, Mrs. Unswor..." "Call me Fiona" she told him. "So what's this news report you're wantin'?" "Ahh yes. Well, there's been a few... hidden stories. Ever heard of 'Honduras?'" "Yeah." "Did you know it's a country?" "Yeah." "Do you know anything about it?" James paused and consolidated his brain for any answered, brain turned up nothing. "Not really." "Exactly!" Fiona exclaimed "There are so many goings on there that would be perfect for some juicy news stories!" "Like what?" Fiona did some clicking and opened the wikipedia page for Honduras. She scrolled down, scanning each line for something interesting. All about it's exotic culture and people groups, ah, crime. "Well, Honduras has the highest murder rate for any country. I'm sure you could make a story out of that." "I dunno about that." James said "I don't particularly like the idea of going to the most murderous country in the world." "You'll be fine!" Fiona said, as if unsure of herself. "Still, seems a bit grim doesn't it?" "What seems grim?" "Going to a murderous country just to make money off of the murder victims. It seems a bit mean, If you get my point." "James Mate, do you want to get paid?" Fiona said, the sudden friendliness gone. With a heavy sigh, James knew obviously wasn't going to win here. "Fine, I'll go to Honduras." "Great." "So how much pay?" He bluntly asked catching Fiona of guard. "Well..." Fiona slid over the table grabbing the mouse and wrapping it's cord around James neck, choking the poor man as he was knocked to the floor. "You're being paid in a lack of death." James tried to pull the wire off his neck but it wouldn't budge, he could see Fiona's tensed muscles were almost like that of a bodybuilder's. "Let... lemme go!" He croaked through the tiny gap the wire allowed for voice to pass through. Fiona held his hands around his back and dragged him over to behind the desk. She rummaged through a drawer looking for something. Ah, there it was. A steel rope. She tied him up to the leg of the desk and got on the phone. Hastily dialing a short 3 digit number. Was she calling the police? James couldn't tell from the angle but it was clearly all the same button. "Ello?" She said into the phone. "Yeah, I've got him. He's right here with me... Yes you can come pick him up... No he's safe, bit of a neck bruise but, hey, no biggie right... Right... Right then, Red-man's on his way... That's supreme news Zalzashu... can your come pick him up? Excellent... I'll see you in..." Suddenly the door was kicked in and a team of fully-covered soldiers with machine guns ran in, nozzles pointed at James. After the last man was in, a fully clothed man with a scarf and hat and glasses to cover his face ducked beneath the door and came inside. "... zero seconds." Fiona said "Hello Zalzashu." The man unwrapped his scarf and took off his hat and glasses. What was underneath was something James would never have dreamed of seeing. Thin brown scales for skin. 5 large eyes in a row across it's head, each with multicoloured blobs moving seemingly at random yet always giving the impression it was staring at him. "What the fuck is that!" James yelled, trying to get away from the creature. "Don't worry about him." Fiona said to the thing. "He's a bit of a speciesist." The creature began to talk, James was shocked to discover he could understand what it was saying with it's posh Indian accent. "Oh that's no trouble Fiona. I perfectly understand the human's shock. Things like him don't see creatures like myself very often you know." "Whats going on!" James yelled "Who are all of you?" "It's okay James, really." Fiona said "Nobody's going to hurt you. We just need you to answer a few questions." "Questions? Like what? What have I done? You can't do me in!" "No, no nothing like that.." Zalzashu said "It's a bit of a long story and I'm sure you're uncomfortable tied to that desk leg. Fiona! Untie the man and we'll have a civil conversation with the Demogorgon." "Of course." Fiona said, not bothering to actually untie James. Instead a thin slice appeared above the rope, Fiona pulled the rope up and out, freeing James, before returning the leg to normal. "What? How'd you do that!" "James, I know that's the least of your curiosities." Fiona said "Okay, first off, what is that scale-thing? What's Demogorgon? Where are you taking me and what in God's name am I doing here? What happened to Honduras?" "That's better." Fiona smiled "Curiosity is the best tool a human can have, sad to see it's fueled by ignorance." "If you explained jack-shit maybe I wouldn't be ignorant." "With your closed mind James, you will always be ignorant of the real picture." Fiona said, feeling the table leg to ensure she'd fixed it properly. "And that's not an insult. That's just human nature." "But aren't you human?" She began to laugh, cackling like a lunatic. It was almost as scary as the Indian Scaly thing apparently called Zalzashu. "Am I human?" She asked, nudging one of the men like she was repeating a joke. "Course I'm not human.” Zalzashu stepped in, tapping Fiona on the shoulder to get her attention. “Miss Fiona...” “Do I look like a ‘miss’ to yo...” Not caring about her interruption he continued “... We should get going now. I’m getting sick from this atmosphere. Plus The Demogorgon is probably getting impatient by now, it’s hardly fair on the poor human to have to meet him while he’s angry.” “Alright, alright.” Fiona said, holding her hands up. “Inject the bastard.” Zalzashu got a needle from his suit and put it into his thigh, the needle filled with a blue thick liquid as the reptilian drew his own blood. “Here we go.” He said, flicking the tip of the needle with his finger, a few drops of blue blood staining the floor. “Don’t worry human-James you won’t feel a thing.” James didn’t even struggle, what would be the point? There were 12 guards each equipped with some high-end murder device all ready to be fired on him if he tried to escape. Not to mention he was in a corner of a room 10 metres above a car park. He felt a prick as the needle was inserted into his temple. He squirmed as the liquid was released into his skull. It felt cold, actually, so did everything. He began to chatter, he was freezing. He was shaking violently, he screamed but there was no noise coming out. And slowly, slowly, his vision died away and he dropped unconscious.

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