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pov youre phoenix wright

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We will never know their names.

The first victim could not have been recorded, for there was no written language to record it. They were someone’s daughter, or son, and someone’s friend, and they were loved by those around them. And they were in pain, covered in rashes, confused, scared, not knowing why this was happening to them or what they could do about it - victim of a mad, inhuman god. There was nothing to be done - humanity was not strong enough, not aware enough, not knowledgeable enough, to fight back against a monster that could not be seen.

It was in Ancient Egypt, where it attacked slave and pharaoh alike. In Rome, it effortlessly decimated armies. It killed in Syria. It killed in Moscow.  In India, five million dead. It killed a thousand Europeans every day in the 18th century. It killed more than fifty million Native Americans. From the Peloponnesian War to the Civil War, it slew more soldiers and civilians than any weapon, any soldier, any army (Not that this stopped the most foolish and empty souls from attempting to harness the demon as a weapon against their enemies).

Cultures grew and faltered, and it remained. Empires rose and fell, and it thrived. Ideologies waxed and waned, but it did not care. Kill. Maim. Spread. An ancient, mad god, hidden from view, that could not be fought, could not be confronted, could not even be comprehended. Not the only one of its kind, but the most devastating.

For a long time, there was no hope - only the bitter, hollow endurance of survivors.

In China, in the 10th century, humanity began to fight back.

It was observed that survivors of the mad god’s curse would never be touched again: they had taken a portion of that power into themselves, and were so protected from it. Not only that, but this power could be shared by consuming a remnant of the wounds. There was a price, for you could not take the god’s power without first defeating it - but a smaller battle, on humanity’s terms. By the 16th century, the technique spread, to India, across Asia, the Ottoman Empire and, in the 18th century, Europe. In 1796, a more powerful technique was discovered by Edward Jenner.

An idea began to take hold: Perhaps the ancient god could be killed.

A whisper became a voice; a voice became a call; a call became a battle cry, sweeping across villages, cities, nations. Humanity began to cooperate, spreading the protective power across the globe, dispatching masters of the craft to protect whole populations. People who had once been sworn enemies joined in common cause for this one battle. Governments mandated that all citizens protect themselves, for giving the ancient enemy a single life would put millions in danger.

And, inch by inch, humanity drove its enemy back. Fewer friends wept; Fewer neighbors were crippled; Fewer parents had to bury their children.

At the dawn of the 20th century, for the first time, humanity banished the enemy from entire regions of the world. Humanity faltered many times in its efforts, but there individuals who never gave up, who fought for the dream of a world where no child or loved one would ever fear the demon ever again. Viktor Zhdanov, who called for humanity to unite in a final push against the demon; The great tactician Karel Raška, who conceived of a strategy to annihilate the enemy; Donald Henderson, who led the efforts of those final days.

The enemy grew weaker. Millions became thousands, thousands became dozens. And then, when the enemy did strike, scores of humans came forth to defy it, protecting all those whom it might endanger.

The enemy’s last attack in the wild was on Ali Maow Maalin, in 1977. For months afterwards, dedicated humans swept the surrounding area, seeking out any last, desperate hiding place where the enemy might yet remain.

They found none.

35 years ago, on December 9th, 1979, humanity declared victory.

This one evil, the horror from beyond memory, the monster that took 500 million people from this world - was destroyed.

You are a member of the species that did that. Never forget what we are capable of, when we band together and declare battle on what is broken in the world.

Happy Smallpox Eradication Day.

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𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻!🥀❄️🧑‍🎄🎄⛄

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Chandra: So basically I'm winning this race to get that Aetherspark thing and make Nissa a planeswalker again!

Kaya: You don't even have a driving licence, Chandra.

Chandra: For this race you don't need one! *mounts the bike and takes off*

Kaya:

Chandra: *does the Akira slide*

Kaya:

Chandra: *immediately crashes*

Kaya:

Kaya: Do you need help-

Chandra: IM FINE!

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so ummm welcome to my jar:) lemme show you around! theres some holes poked in the top so i can breathe, theres some leaves to munch on, and ive even got a twig! #mytwig

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and so do the breeding pools

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The funny thing is I dont really read the Magic story. I hear about it second hand from other more invested players, often with a "huh, that's neat." I dont have any particular attachment to the Magic characters. I certainly dont care about the sanctity of any professed "Magic IP". But for some reason the UB announcement still felt bad, and it took me a few days to figure out why.

It's because to me, the cards are the story. Everything else is supplementary. It's in the art, the flavor text, and the mechanics. It's the kami being represented by enchantment creatures in Kamigawa. It's the fact that Repel Calamity destroys every Calamity Beast in Bloomburrow. It's the Guilds and the Khans and the Shards. It's the fact you can drain your opponent's life total with vampires or overwhelm them with rats or put every card from their library into their graveyard to win. Story and gameplay are not separate in Magic, and that's a big part of what made it so special to me. I care about these things because the game made me care. But now the game wants to be about something else, about other stories I already know and have heard before. It's not just a betrayal- it's boring. I'm not learning something new, I'm experiencing something old. Of course Wolverine has Regenerate. I'm already over it.

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From the October 31, 2024 article:

“In the one place in America where women still have a right to choose, you can vote any way you want. And no one will ever know,” Roberts says in the ad as a woman on screen meets up with her husband after casting her ballot for Harris.

The voter winks at a fellow female voter as her husband asks if she made the ��right choice.”

Republicans have responded to the video with outrage, with some claiming that a wife lying about her vote is as bad as an affair.

“If I found out Emma was going to the voting booth and pulling the lever for Harris, that’s the same thing as having an affair,” Fox News host Jesse Watters said on air Wednesday in a clip highlighted by Mediaite.

Other GOP members including Charlie Kirk said the thought was “nauseating.”

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hey yall guess what

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why is hideki naganuma insane. who is teaching a middle aged japanese man to say shit like this

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Legend has it that these rare Eeveelutions can only be encountered during a specific, spooky time of year…

Happy Halloween everyone! <3

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anyways VOTE. FUCKING VOTE. PLEASE FUCKING VOTE.