#I know that’s not the angle RID did since it takes place after the rebuilding of Cybertron

[quibbs126]

I’m kind of interested in the setup of TFP post-war Cybertron

Because up until the finale, it was a dead world, and the only people there now were the people who were there when it got restored in the first place. There’s no one there, everyone has to come back

So like, anyone, Autobot or Decepticon, could come back to help and rebuild Cybertron, and by proxy, have a second chance. The only ones standing in their way would be the TFP cast, and they let Knockout join them. So like unless you’re causing real trouble, you probably won’t get discriminated against for your faction

But also everyone coming there would learn that the war is pretty much over, since Optimus is dead and Megatron renounced the cause (though he could probably also be declared dead as well, since he doesn’t really seem like he wants people looking for him). So again, having to make peace with the other factions

I think the setup could make some interesting post-war stories, rebuilding Cybertron and trying to reunify the race, without Optimus or Megatron around

I know IDW had stories post-war, but I think there the Senate was still around in some way and Cybertron still populated and with certain biases. With the Prime setup, pretty much everything’s a clean slate, with no government or war faction leaders (though there’s still some commanders and such), just the ruins of Cybertron and whoever comes back to rebuild

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Hello i hope your day is going well I just wanted to share an idea I had when discovering bloodborne. Bringing back the squishy robot concept from one of my earliest ask, bots were made from unicorn their a mix of cybertorain and organic that come in different shapes and sizes physical they do have metal components we a few features that would tell you otherwise, on the inside its another story the organic parts showing more. Right now I'm calling these beings Uni (original i know) from the Demon name Oni and of course Unicorn, either they live besides humans or they replace the humans. Uni can't transform to machines but they can transform to a more beastly form but that depends how much blood from Unicorn is running through their veins, like bloodborne an outbreak went out where the Uni's got addicted to drinking unicorn blood and transform in more monstrous forms. These outbreak happened when territory battles got out of control, after they learned that drinking blood makes them stronger the side effects kick in after a large consumption of it. Hunters were commission to help hunt down Uni's that gone feral and the Mc/laision is a Uni thats a hunter and has a direct connection to unicorn since they were chosen to carry out his will because you see Uni's that drink more of his blood has the potential to take his place as a god so to get rid of the competition, our Mc became the closest one to becoming a being like unicorn or they did but doesn't know it yet either route can go both are equally fun to play with. The present timeline is the war has ended the the uni's are rebuilding are a new law is made that drink unicorn blood is now forbidden and hunters have regular check ups along wuth any Uni that has a chance of going feral. There are now neutral grounds but they there territories that are ruled over but now if one wants to take over its just a 1 vs 1 battle to win leadership, the humans and uni relationship is basically "If you don't bother us we won't bother you" some uni's have joins human rescue teams and uni culture is mostly inspired from humans like language and music. There are creatures that are like the uni but are basically the animals that were born from unicorn, eary is a harsher environment and the uni's had to learn to adapt to it. I think it would be interesting if the autobots and deceptions came to earth to find a species similar to them that can't afford to have another war but can't ignore an invasion too, the politics would be fun to play around with because uni's do have meetings with government meetings if a problem arises (the argument of Uni and human equality eg). For transformer prime retired hunter joins team prime trying to contain the decepticons and minimas the damage so a war won't break out and there's also the lost light where hunter Mc becomes a laision to be a brings between Uni's and Cybertorains now that the war between bots and cons are over if economic relations can be made.

Ah sorry these became long, I won't take up more of your time just wanted to share these Ídea as I just dived into the gothic horror that is bloodborne, take care!

I think it’s a cool idea for an AU! I like the horror angle of it and imagining the Uni’s appearance. Like, to regular Cybertronians I'd imagine that they fall into an uncanny valley. They look like them but there’s just something that’s... wrong. The way their face split when they smile, the strange way they move and talk. And then they transform.

Whereas Cybertronian unfold and twist, Uni’s mutate. Their soft insides spill out from the gaps of their armor, akin to rapidly growling tumors until they look nothing like cybertronians.

You mentioned the MC being the closest to being like Unicron and that really got the gears in my head turning. Imagine if they refuse to transform into their alt mode and work extremely hard to appear as ‘normal’ as possible. And it works! Well, most of the time, anyway. There are times where they do something that strikes others as odd but nothing that leaves any lasting negative impression. But then there’s a moment when the MC is backed up in a corner forced to transform. And the only way to describe their form is eldritch. How can a mortal being living on our plane of existence look like that?

Man, I am just getting so many ideas for this!

[liibrii]

Built for eternity  

deity!Atsumu x gn!reader || crack/fluff || wc: 1.6k || 🦊

Synopsis: Once Atsumu was a great deity, equally loved and feared but after taking a very long nap he wakes up to a world that has forgotten him. Everyone but your group that’s digging up his old shrine. He's sure you'll be his new followers so why on Earth are you destroying his house?!

warnings: barely proofread, general stupidity, cursing, suggestive moments, archaeological mumbo jumbo, Atsumu is a god of something but it's vague and not really important, also gods exist and everybody is chill with that, reader is a very tired archaeologist and done with everybody’s shit

a/n: after 3 days of rain and 6 straight hours of shovelling dirt I had an epiphany. idk, it made me laugh so I decided to scribble it down. and yes, don’t mess with a profile unless you want archaeologists to hate you forever as always feedback is greatly appreciated!

Once Atsumu was a great deity with shrines and temples at every corner. Nowadays the only ones remembering him are obscure books only used for collecting dust. But that is about to change. Atsumu is sure of that. 

Group of loyal followers has gathered where his shrine once stood, a small one, one he never really cared about but these days he'll take every crumb of adoration he can. And the crumbs are a plenty as the group digs up the shrine, excited about the pottery shards and walls coming to light. 

They call themselves archaeo-something, architects probably since they will rebuild his power. Yes, excellent, it pleases him to see you all rejoice, taking pictures of everything, you will be his new followers and more will follow, he'll be a great deity again, equally loved and feared-

“Aright, take the wall out!“

Huh?

Why are ya destroyin’ his shrine?! No, no, no, stop breakin’ apart the walls! That was the inner altar, what are ya pigs doin’?!

Thunder rumbles and a downpour falls for days, and still those little crawly humans continue to destroy his shrine, his precious walls, and take away the last remains of old offerings. Oh he's going to have a word with all of you freakin' stumblin’ humans, ya better know yer damn places. But he'll start with the one in charge.

The excavation site is empty when he decides to approach you. You're shovelling away dirt, though you should've started with your shoes and clothes. You turn when you hear someone approach and your eyes widen, as they should, thinks Atsumu, at least someone 'round here should show him the respect he deserves, he's a god after-

“Hey! You're standing on my feature! Get off, shoo, shoo! And watch out for the profile! I just cleaned the damn thing. Excavation site is closed to the public Mister so I'll have to ask you to leave.“

Exca- what? Leave? It’s his shrine! Humans shouldn’t react to his presence the way you did, that's just, it's not what humans do! 

“But I live here.“

“You-? Oh. You're still standing on my feature, get off already,“ you pull him off the patch of dark soil that to him looks the same as the patch where he's standing now.

“Why are ya destroyin' my shrine?“

You wipe away the sweat on your forehead, or maybe it's rain, with raindrops still falling he can't really tell. “We're not destroying anything, we're digging it up. Documenting it. It'll get destroyed once the apartment complex is build here. Come on, stay away from the profile!“

You return to scrapping the patch of dirt and Atsumu feels some very confusing mixture of rage that you, a lowly little human being, are talking to him like he's a nuisance, and being very pleased because when you lean down to scrap the soil he has an incredible view of your behind, and whew, that's a very nice ass. He shouldn't look, staring is rude, but what else is he supposed to look at, there's just soil, and holes dug into the ground, a weird green box atop a yellow tripod, a shovel, and some stones, one beside your left leg, such good looking legs indeed, there's a mud stain all over your ass-

No! You're tearing down the last remains of his shrine! “Human. I order ya to stop doin' what yer doin' and answer my questions!“

You glance over your shoulder. “Sure. I'll keep on working and you ask me what you want to know.“

Why are you so calm?! He's a deity, a god, you should be on your knees begging for your life to be spared, not scrapping the ground, oh holy bean sprouts and apples, why does your ass look so good? “Do ya know who I am?“

“The one of many names. The Twofaced god.“ You straighten up just to change gardening hoe for a shovel.

“Why aren't ya scared then?“

“I've met your kind before,“ you shovel the dirt onto a big pile a few steps away. “Though they usually don't go around destroying my surfaces. A clumsy god is a first. Oh, what's this? Pottery, nice,“ you mumble as you turn a small object covered with soil in your hand.

“Hey. Show me some respect or-“

“Or what? You’ll make it rain again? Joke's on you I've been soaked through and through for the last three days. Hand me the trowel?“

“Yer extremely impolite.“

To his utter surprise you burst into laughter. “Listen your holiness it's Friday afternoon, I’m tired, my clothes are completely wet, I'm cold, I have gravel in my shoes, my shoulders are killing me, and I'm more than ready to go home. But before that I have a feature to document. The one that you so kindly stepped in. Now, please show me your godly powers and hand me the trowel. The mini shovel. Red handle. No, left. Left. That's the one, thank you, what did I tell you, watch the profile man!“

Good grief, have humans always been so demanding?

“Will my shrine be rebuild?“

“If your shrine is an apartment complex, sure. Give it a few weeks and it will be good as new. Literally.“ When you see his face your expression softens a little. “No. It won’t be. We'll look at the remains to figure out when it was abandoned, what happened, that sort of thing.“

“But yer an architect. Architects build things.“ He heard people of your group call themselves that. They talked about how the walls had been built though he quickly stoped listening. “This shrine was built for eternity!“

“Archaeologist.“

“What?

“You meant I’m an archaeologist. Not architect. I don't plan buildings, I dig them up once their eternity passes.“

“It's eternity! It doesn't pass! Go dig somewhere else!“

You sigh. You look almost as exhausted as he did before taking his a few thousand years long nap. “Great, you're one of those people. Always complaining, why is it taking so long, why do you have to dig on my building site? Well mister it ain't my fault you decided to build atop of my neolithic settlement. Hey, grab the hoe.“

“The what?“

“The thing by your feet. No, that's a trowel. The one with the long handle. No, that’s a pickaxe, yes that's the one. See there? Your footprints. Clean them. Come on, don't just stand around and look pretty, get to hoeing.“

“Right here? Out in the open?“ He wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Yer an intriguin'-“

“Clean them away.“

Atsumu does as you say all while grinning. You're getting flustered. Humans and their brave facades, we'll see how long you manage to hold your own up.

“There.“ It only took four scraps to get rid of the footprints but Atsumu proclaims it so proudly he might as well just have dug up the entire excavation site on his own. “That was as easy-“ As he steps away ground under his foot crumbles and he hears your shocked shriek.

“My profile!“

Oh dear. The word he’d use to describe the look on your face when you see the collapsed pile of dirt beside the hole in the cross section would be heartbroken. Devastated. On verge of tears. Irritated. Angry. Enraged? 

“What did I tell you?! I gave you one job, one job you clumsy wanna be deity! Oh fuck, come on, I’m to tired for this.“

“’m sorry,“ Atsumu mumbles. His ears are on fire.

“Yeah you better be. Shit, fuck, what am I supposed to do?“ You look at him the same way someone in a hurry looks at a doorknob when their jacket gets caught on it. “You. Here.“

“What's-“

“Don’t tell me you don’t know what a shovel is. You destroyed my profile. I'm very tired. I'm very angry. I don't care if you're a god or a plastic straw, right now you will help me fix it. Shovel straight down. I want a right angle.“ 

With his strength evening out the cross section proves to be no problem at all. He glances over at you, do you see what a good job he’s doing, maybe he messed up before but now he’s doing great, as you pay him no attention and write something on a small blackboard. A bunch of numbers and words. He recognises there's a date. What could the others mean? You lean down to reach for, oh that mud stain on your trousers is actually a hand print. You must've wiped your hand on your ass- 

The shovel slips. Luckily you're too preoccupied with your camera to take notice of it.

“Are you done?“ you ask without looking up and he stutters out an 'almost' since he's almost sure it isn’t just the shovel that’s slipping. “Looks good.“ You say more to yourself than him. 

He thinks you're pretty cute when you're not chewing him out for stepping onto that one patch of dirt. The way you lift the camera up and take photos of that patch of dirt is pretty cute too. 

“Help me pack up,“ you say once you’re done. He doesn’t need to be told twice, already gathering your tools. “All things considered you weren’t so bad. Maybe you should consider becoming the god of archaeologists.“ Your smile is incredibly cute too. “Fancy a drink?“

[wantstoflyafraidtofall]

CHAPTER 8 IS UP!

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Notes:  Here it is! Chapter 8! It took me a while with school and the next chapters will most likely take some time as well, but I got it done and am going to work hard to get the rest done too! I would estimate around 4-5 more chapters, maybe 6 depending on how things work out.

Enjoy!

(Chapter below the cut)

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“Sam?” Dean asked, confused.

He knew his brother had gotten back from his trip with Jess a few days ago but didn't expect for him to visit this soon. He’s trying to hide it, but Sam’s nervous, he keeps shifting his weight and tucking his princess hair behind his ear.

“Uhhh, am I interrupting something?” Sam questions, glancing between his brother and Cas.

“No, come in.” Cas says.

A tense feeling follows Sam inside the house. He is practically radiating with worry even though he is doing his best to hide it. Even Cas seemed a bit nervous. Did something happen?

They walk into the library and sit, the uncomfortable air following them and making their postures awkward and tense. A feeling of unease set into Dean’s stomach, he felt out of the loop.

Sam and Cas’s quick glances at each other made him squirm in his seat. They weren’t telling him something.

“So, what brings you to our humble dwelling?” Dean says nonchalantly, trying to hide his anxiety.

“Oh, uhm…” Sam traded another look with Cas, “I wanted to know if you wanted to come stay with Jess and I for a bit.”

“Why would I-”, It suddenly made sense. Sam, appearing unannounced the morning after the knife incident and asking Dean to leave with him.

He turned his attention to Cas who was growing extremely nervous. He met Cas’s eyes with a stone hard glare, Cas looked down at the floor guiltily.

“What the hell, Cas!” Dean hissed, “You called Sam to take me away like some teenager in detention!”

Cas was looking at him with wide, apologetic eyes, “Dean I-I-I’m sorry, but-”

“But what, Cas?” Dean rose from the chair, glaring down at him, “Does “let's figure this out” mean kicking me out and solving this on your own now?”

Sam rose from his chair and tried to angle himself in between Cas and Dean, “Dean, stop! He is just worried for your safety!”

“How much did you tell him, Cas!”

“He didn’t tell me anything other than he was worried about you, Dean! He said you would like to have the option to share what happened yourself.”

Dean was about to yell again but held back. He took a step back from his brother and housemate, turning away from them. He took a deep breath and sighed, letting his shoulders relax.

He knew this was going to happen. He knew Cas would get rid of him one way or another. Everyone gets rid of him one way or another.

They see how broken he is, how he can't be fixed, how he is just a mess of problems in a pretty package. And then they get rid of him like a hand-knit sweater from your grandma that you would never wear.

“I guess I should go pack.” Dean said as he began walking out of the room.

A hollow feeling ate away at Dean while he packed his duffel with a week's worth of clothes. He didn't know how long he would be gone but he would just wash and re-wear the stuff he brought.

He was grabbing some shirts from the dresser when he heard footsteps behind him. He knew who it was without turning around and a burst of annoyance flared in his chest.

“Dean?” Cas said quietly.

“That’s me.” Dean replied, not looking towards the doorway where Cas stood.

“I...I’m sorry. I’m just worried that I can’t protect you. That you’ll get hurt. I know you're mad but I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“Yeah, well next time you should maybe ask what I think before getting my brother to take me away.” Dean turned to see Cas, shoulders slumped, tears glimmering in the corners of his eyes.

He felt a pang of hurt when he saw the tears in Cas’s eyes but that was just added to the pain he already felt from being abandoned again and ended up just adding more fuel to the fire.

Dean turned away and zipped up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder and walking past Cas without making eye contact. He walked down the stairs, limping slightly on his bad leg with each step.

Sam was waiting by the door looking at Dean with a muddled expression, something between apologetic, nervousness, and relief. He walked past him and looked for Sam’s car. The only car was Baby, meaning Sam took an Uber down.

Dean walked over to Baby, tossing his bag in the back before settling in the front passenger seat. Sam wasn't going to let him drive right now but Dean didn't have room to care right now.

He waited a minute for Sam to finish his goodbyes to Cas before he saw the door of the house open and his moose of a brother clomp down the stairs.

Sam got in the driver's seat and started up the car, slowly pulling out of the driveway. Dean risked one last look at the house, catching sight of Cas standing forlornly on the porch, cheeks still damp with drying tears.

He curled into himself, looking out the window at the trees and houses passing by with glassy eyes. Trying to keep everything stuffed inside again, just like always.

He felt numb, his body seemed so heavy. Was he really going to lose everything again?

Dean knows he’s broken. He sees how everyone looks at him and treats him like if you push him too hard, he will break.

Honestly, he feels like that himself sometimes. He feels like he’s hanging on by his fingertips, hanging on for the sake of others and not himself. That the reason he is still here is because he can't leave Sam with the burden of a lost brother.

And Cas, he had helped Dean. When he was slipping, when he almost fell, Cas was there holding him close. Taking him off the ledge where he hung so he could sit on top, looking at the view.

Guess he was wrong. Cas was just being a nice person. Paying for his stay with actions, nothing more than that. He didn't really care.

Dean let himself open up again, let his walls down, just to be reminded of why he built them so high in the first place. And now those walls are so, so broken. Practically dust blowing in the wind. There is nothing to rebuild and nothing protecting him from himself.

He felt a tear slide down his cheek. And another. And soon he was silently sobbing, his body shaking with the effort to hold it in.

Sam kept nervously glancing at his brother, not sure what to do. Not sure how to fix this. He couldn't fix Dean’s past so he doesn't even know how to try now.

They continue driving. They drive further and further away from Cas and the house. Further from Charlie and Kevin and Gilda. Further from the fish pond and amazing kitchen. Further away from home.

He knew this was coming so why did it hurt so bad?

~~~

Dean tossed his bag onto the floor by the dresser and looked around the dark guest room. There was a small closet and bathroom to the right and a queen bed centered on the back wall.

He didn't turn on the light when he closed the door and made his way to the bathroom, flipping on the dim shower light, filling the small bathroom with a yellow glow.

When he was sent home, he had spent days sleeping and recuperating here. He spent weeks in that bed, showering in this bathroom, and now he's back again, still broken, maybe more than before.

He thought he was getting better. That he could go have his own house and take care of himself and become a functioning member of society.

He just seemed to be going in circles. Never escaping his past, always returning to the same places, same ideas. He’s 24 but his life is basically already over. Why did he ever think it would end?

Dean slowly stripped out of his clothes and brushed his teeth, the actions were muscle memory and required no thought. Dean flopped down onto the bed, his mind empty and body heavy.

He felt so empty. Alone.

When will it stop?

~~~

The phone started ringing again. Dean rolled over in his burrito of blankets to check the name. He saw Charlie’s number and sighed. She has called him at least 3 times a day since he left but today the count is up to 7.

He declines the call and rolls back over to face the laptop, un-pausing his episode Doctor Sexy MD.

It’s been 5 days since he left. 5 days and not a single call from Cas. 5 days of sitting in Sam’s guest room doing nothing other than watching TV and moping. 5 days of Sam nagging him about his health and needing to eat more and get out of bed.

Dean gets where Sam is coming from, he knows that this isn't healthy and that he might feel a bit better if he got up, but he doesn't want to. He knows that as soon as he stops, as soon as he gives himself one second to breath, the thoughts will come right back.

It’s either non-stop movement or no movement. He tried non-stop after Lisa and that didn't help so Dean’s going with option 2. Which isn't any better if he’s being honest.

Lisa was only his girlfriend for a few years during and after high school but when she left him it still hurt. It hurt so much.

“Dean, you're just not the one for me. You're a great guy but I can't be with you while you're across the world fighting on a battlefield, I just can't,” Lisa had said, “Good bye, Dean.”

The words were like a blow to the stomach and had Dean careening off track. It took him almost 3 months to get back on his feet and join the military. He was a marine, like his dad.

That blow was nothing to what he felt now. He felt like he had been stabbed over and over and now was just lying on the floor, bleeding out while everyone watched.

He can’t stop thinking about Cas. The days they spent in the library reading, when they would sit in the back yard watching the fish and talking, nights where Dean would cook dinner while Cas watched from the island, being wrapped in Cas’s arms every night, how they had almost kissed, how Cas sent him away.

After everything, Cas still doesn't want him.

No one wants him.

There was a gentle knock on the door before a beam of light split through the darkness. Sam peaked his head in the room, glancing around before stepping fully inside.

“Hey, Dean, I just got off a call with your friend, Charlie. She says something wrong.” Sam says, a hint of worry in his voice.

“Tell her I’m fine and she doesn't need to call me every fucking day.” Dean snapped.

“She says it's about Cas.”

Dean moves into a sitting position. Sam holds out his phone, letting Dean grab it out of his hand before he exits the room.

“Charlie? What's going on?” Dean asks

“Well hello to you too, asshole,” Charlie replies, “You’ve been completely ghosting me, dude!”

“I’m sorry but I really haven't been feeling great. What’s going on with Cas? Is he alright?”

“Well he hasn't answered his phone since Monday, the same day you also vanished. I went to knock on the door and check up on you but your car wasn't there so I figured you were out. When I checked again, there was still no car and when I knocked there was no answer. I didn't even know you left!”

“Again, sorry, but where's Cas?”

“Well I thought he was with you but Sam says he stayed. There hasn't been any lights in the house and the door and windows wont even open.”

Panic rose in Dean’s throat. Now that Deans is gone, it's just Cas and the shadow, and the shadow will definitely win.

“Thanks, Charlie, I’ll try and come back as soon as I can.”

“Ok, Dean. Just take care of yourself, ok?”

“Yup, you too.”

Dean ended the call and rolled out of the bed. He walked out of the room, blinking in the bright light of the hall, letting his eyes adjust before walking out to the living room to hand Sam his phone.

Sam raised his eyebrows questioningly and Dean just shook his head before making his way back to his room. He considered packing up his stuff but it would be way more suspicious and he has the rest of his stuff back at the house anyway.

He got back in bed and tried to focus on the episode of Doctor Sexy but kept thinking about Cas.

Was he ok? Will Dean be too late?

After what seemed like forever, Dean saw the clock read 1:00am and closed his laptop. He grabbed a small backpack out of the closet and put in his more essential items he brought with him and slid into his shoes.

He crept out into the dark hall and found Baby’s keys in the dish by the door. Carefully, he opened the door and slipped outside sighing with relief once the door was shut tight behind him.

He jogged over to the impala and climbed inside, putting her in neutral and letting her roll down the slight slope of the driveway. Once he was on the road, he started up the engine and mentally apologized to Sam.

Dean knows Sam would have let him go but he would tag along and Dean wants to do this alone. He needs to do this alone to keep Sam safe.

Baby rumbled out of the neighborhood Sam lives in and he began heading home. He had to get to Cas before it was too late.

~~~

It was still Dark when Dean pulled into the drive. He could see the dark outline and shadows of the house but just as Charlie said, not a single light was on.

Once Dean parked the impala, he walked to the back and got a flashlight out of the trunk. He turned to the house, looking up at the tall columns supporting the roof and balconies over the porch.

His stomach dropped when he caught sight of red, beady eyes glaring down at him from Cas’s balcony. He could see the white sparkle of teeth and the outline of the shadows body. It was practically sucking light out of the air, making it darker than the shadows surrounding it.

Dean ripped his eyes from the shadow, a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he sprinted towards the house, bounding up the steps and to the door.

He backed up a bit to get momentum to try and kick it down but saw a sliver of darkness along the edge of the door. It was open.

Dean carefully crept forward, kicking the door open wide. I swung open, showing the dark, quiet interior of the house. He crossed the threshold and as soon as he stepped inside, it was like being sucked into a vacuum of cold, dark, silence.

He took a step forward, moving further into the house. The door snapped shut behind him with a loud boom, causing Dean to jump as he was plunged into darkness.

He waited for his eyes to adjust to the dim light before moving carefully into the living room, grabbing the fire poker from the stand below the mantle. He gripped the rod in both hands, holding it at the ready.

Dean turned back to the atrium and saw the shadow smiling devilishly at him before flickering back out of existence. Dean tightened his grip on the fire poker and marched forward, clearing one room at a time.

The ghost didn’t show again but Dean felt it there, watching him. He made his way up the stairs, hoping to find Cas upstairs. He carefully searched the entire second floor, under beds, in closets, in the bathtubs, but Cas wasn't there.

Then it hit Dean. There was one place he hadn't looked.

The basement.

He spun on his heel and jogged down the hall and bounded down the stairs spinning to go towards the basement but stopped. The ghost, obviously not pleased that Dean discovered where Cas was, was blocking his path to the door.

It reach an inky black arm towards him and Dean did the only thing he could think of. He swung at it with the bar and it cut clean through the tentacle, making the shadow creature flicker and release a high pitched hiss, making Dean flinch.

The shadow looked a bit surprised, Dean took the moment and lunged at the ghost, swinging the bar and slashing it right across the middle of the thing.

It released a shriek, leaving Deans ears ringing and his vision a little spoty, but the shadow was gone. It had just… disappeared.

Dean got up from the floor, having fallen when the thing shrieked and ran down the hall to the basement door.

He grabbed the handle but it wouldn't turn. He began kicking the door, but it wouldn't budge. He began panicking.

Who knows how long Cas has been down there? What if he's not even alive?

Dean shook his head, adjusting the grip on the fire poker in his hands and lining up diagonally with the door.

He raised the bar above his head and swung down on the door handle. The knob popped off with a crack and the door rattled in its frame a bit. Dean backed against the wall and launched himself forward, kicking the door with his good leg.

The door-frame splintered a bit as the door was ripped open, revealing the dark, musty basement.

Dean peered down into the murky depths of the basement and looked for a light switch by running his hand on the cool concrete of the wall as he made his way down the steps. His fingers bumped into the plastic switch and he flipped it, light filled the large, empty room.

Empty except a small, dirty body laying curled up in the middle of the blood streaked floor.

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[komahinasecretexchange]

Title : Tumbling Through the Remains

Author : @himanochi

For : @sonneka

Rating/Warnings : G

Prompt : DR:AE AU or a Post DR3 setting where Komaeda and Hinata fight against Monokumas in the middle of an abandoned city just like it happens in DR:AE.

Author’s notes : So…this was the first time I wrote anything remotely combat related. I have no idea if it’s any good or makes sense. Which is also why I mostly went with the theme of DR:AE rather than…fighting Monokumas. It still happened! Just…not much. I’m sorry. I wish I would’ve had enough time to write my ideas for the other two prompts, but they got more and more detailed until it was just too much to handle. Still, all your prompts were great! And I really hope you’ll like this!

The sound of metal scratching against metal was grating to Hajime’s ears as he shoved the partially rusted crowbar into a Monokuma’s stomach, pushing down on his end to lift it up and tear open the bear’s head, crushing the program that controlled the robot in the process.

A flash of reflecting light got caught in the corner of his eye and he quickly stepped to the side. Not a second later, a sharp claw embedded itself in the concrete he had been standing on, accompanied by that all too familiar robotic cackling of a Monokuma. Its claw seemed to be stuck in the ground.

Hajime didn’t hesitate in thrusting the crowbar into the bear’s red eye as it moved its head to look at him. Sparks spread from the eye over the robot’s body, paralyzing it before breaking it entirely with a small explosive force. Hajime was almost caught in the blast, but could jump away with the crowbar in his hands at the last second.

Looking up, he made a quick scan of his surroundings.

The street ahead was blocked by a partially collapsed office building, a few dead bodies sticking out from under the rubble. It looked like the Monokumas from that direction had stopped coming. A handful of them was lying in the middle of the street, motionless or roughly taken apart by the crowbar Hajime had picked up earlier.

He turned around to see if Komaeda had been as successful on his end, just in time to see three more Monokumas waddling in his direction. Before he could take even one step forward toward them, from the corner of his eye, he saw a stone—not any bigger than a small pebble—flying through the air and hitting the Monokuma furthest away from him square in its glowing red eye.

The Monokuma toppled over, crashing into its two companions and pushing them down with it. Hajime wasn’t sure what happened exactly, but the moment both hit the ground, the telltale spark of a Monokuma’s weak spot being hit sent an electrical charge through them.

All three exploded at roughly the same time. He should be surprised…but he really wasn’t. Glancing over in the direction the pebble had been thrown from, he saw Komaeda stepping out of the shadow of a nearby building that was still somewhat standing.

Unsurprisingly, he was throwing and catching a few more pebbles with his mechanical left hand. He took a quick look around the area before focusing on Hajime as soon as he was close enough to be in earshot of him, “Do you think that’s all of them?”

“Seems like it. For now,” Hajime let his gaze wander over any possible Monokuma hiding places, but it all seemed clear now.

Komaeda made his way over to one of the torn open Monokumas that hadn’t been destroyed through the exploitation of their weak spot. He kicked against the useless piece of metal with his foot, stating after a short glance at its insides, “They’re not made by Towa.”

“Well, Souda did say this was part of his area,” Hajime shrugged. “Figures he’d been playing around with them during that time frame.”

If his senses wouldn’t have been as sharp as someone whose brain got tinkered with, he would’ve missed the way Komaeda’s brow creased the slightest bit and his eyes narrowed down at the broken machine in front of him. His muttering was loud enough to be heard without a genius brain, “That was too easy for Souda-kun’s standards, though.”

Hajime didn’t want to say anything, but he had to agree.

He wasn’t sure what kind of implications that left him with. Thinking about it didn’t seem like a good choice of action, though Komaeda had already beaten him to it and spoke his thoughts out loud, “Do you think they want to get rid of us?”

They being Future Foundation. Sadly, it was not out of the realm of possibilities. Especially since lately, more and more members of the Foundation got told about the survival of the Remnants of Despair. They had to know in order for the ex-remnants to properly help the rebuilding process.

It had mostly been alright in the beginning, but the existing tension was almost tangible by now. It was growing with every new member that got involved. Still, everyone back from the island agreed this was better than to live in isolation with the knowledge of what they had all done to the world.

Doing what they could to help out was the only thing that mattered for the time being. Even if the majority of people working with them threw them one distrustful look after the other.

It was only a matter of time until they would eventually get used to it, so it was fine. They simply had to keep pushing forward.

“We should get going,” Hajime brushed off Komaeda’s question. He took another quick look around before deciding to try the small alleyway that was partially covered with the floor of the collapsed office building. The opening was big enough to walk through.

He didn’t wait for Komaeda to give him any form of affirmation and made his way over, holding onto the rusted crowbar with a tight grip. Having a weapon wasn’t a bad thing when you were stuck in a post-apocalyptic city, searching for unlikely potential signs of survivors.

“I mean, they weren’t very cooperative when giving us this mission,” Komaeda followed him as he was walking through the alley, not giving up on the conversation that he started. Hajime didn’t know why he expected anything else from him. “The area report was really basic, too. And it didn’t say anything about Monokumas walking through the streets, either.”

“This is a rather unexplored area, so it only makes sense,” Hajime tried to refute Komaeda’s argument, but he couldn’t keep his voice from sounding a little tired.

Contrary to that, Komaeda sounded like an excited child on its birthday, “Hinata-kun, we both know they had to fly over this city with a helicopter before granting permission for ground exploration.”

He hated it when Komaeda was just right about things, which was way too often. The fact was that, yes, an air observation had to be done first. They should’ve known about the Monokumas.

“Plus,” Komaeda continued, “the only equipment they gave us was food for two people that can last for four days. It’s a ten days mission. Even if we do find survivors, they won’t survive for long.”

Hajime couldn’t keep himself from letting go of a deep sigh. He was sure if he turned around, the expression on Komaeda’s face that he would find was a big innocent smile. He didn’t want to see it.

Steeling himself for a full-blown argument, Hajime said, “I can’t say you’re entirely wrong about that, but saying they want to get rid of us is a bit much, don’t you think?”

“But it makes sense!” Komaeda had surely thrown his arms up into the air in a spur of emotion, “No one in their right mind would want someone like me to be part of their group, especially when it’s about something as delicate as the restoration of the world’s structure. Everyone knows I’m better at destroying things! And it’s no secret everyone’s scared of the basically god-like formerly called Kamakura Izuru.”

Hajime knew the words were coming, yet he did nothing to stop them. Neither Komaeda’s mention of Kamukura’s status nor his usual self-deprecation. Even though he wanted to prevent both more than anything else.

Komaeda wasn’t finished, “If I were gone, Future Foundation wouldn’t have to worry about their headquarters imploding for no reason just because I had a particularly lucky streak the past few days. And if you were to disappear, they wouldn’t need to fear being outsmarted by someone who can more or less read their thoughts without their consent. Not that either of it works that way.”

Not a lot of people knew about Komaeda’s type of luck—mainly the ones that saw the Killing School Trip broadcast by Enoshima’s AI—but practically everyone knew the kind of roles he played during the Tragedy. Not to mention that he still freaked out every person he talked to for longer than ten minutes.

When it came to Hajime’s case, however…well, the one red eye was usually enough to make anyone who looked at him feel uneasy in his presence. If they knew about the nearly countless talents stored inside his brain, they’d try to avoid him at every chance they got.

They were all scared of the potential things he could do to them, like controlling their decisions and beliefs through a simple conversation. Not to say that he couldn’t do that if he wanted to—oh no, he definitely could—but he wasn’t ever going to. It would give him a headache.

“I’m just saying,” Komaeda was still going, “it’s understandable they wouldn’t want to have anything to do with us. They’d rather have us die alone in this abandoned city, like the worthless garbage we are.”

This started to sound an awful lot like Komaeda’s mindless rambling. Spending as much time with Komaeda as Hajime did had taught him these instances were Komaeda’s most vulnerable moments. Something was hiding behind these words of accusation that didn’t sound like accusations.

Hajime tried to see his words from a different angle, from a different perspective. Instead of thinking about how Future Foundation viewed them, how would Komaeda view them in their place? It wasn’t the Future Foundation that he had to question, it was Komaeda.

He didn’t like the conclusion he came to, but he had to ask anyway, “Do you think they want us to die here or do you want us to die here?”

It was silence that followed. Even Komaeda’s footsteps stopped echoing between the walls of the alley and Hajime had to stop and turn around to make sure he was still there. He was, but his gaze was locked onto the ground, not moving a muscle.

Hajime, not knowing what to do, simply stood there and waited until Komaeda finally looked up again, meeting his gaze and opening his mouth to say…something Hajime couldn’t hear. The loud clapping of a thunder in the near vicinity drowned out the words Komaeda’s voice was forming.

Without any more of a warning than that, Hajime felt rain already trickling down his face and soaking into his clothes within seconds. Komaeda looked up at the sky, his expression utterly blank.

Hajime didn’t give himself any time to think about his actions as he took a couple of steps forward, grabbed Komaeda by his left hand, and broke out into a full-on sprint down the alleyway to find some cover from the rain.

Komaeda wasn’t resisting, but he wasn’t really running with him, either.

It probably took about five minutes to get to a building that might have been an indoor parking lot based on the handful of cars scattered around and the markings on the floor.

They stopped by a tipped over pillar near the crushed wall they entered through, Komaeda immediately sitting down on top of it with his elbows on his knees as his upper body toppled forward, catching his breath. Hajime was doing perfectly fine, though that was to be expected.

He waited for Komaeda’s breathing to regulate again before sitting down next to him, keeping a reasonable distance between them. The splashing sound of the raindrops hitting the concrete was now the only thing to fill the silence. It was better than nothing, he supposed.

The semi-silence continued for what felt like another ten minutes, but was probably a little less than that. Komaeda broke it with words said in a careful whisper, “I don’t know.”

Hajime’s head snapped over to him, but he had fixed his gaze onto the floor. Slowly, the cold of the rain soaking his clothes was seeping into his bones. It was probably the same for Komaeda, seeing as he began to wrap his arms around himself and started shaking.

Then again, Komaeda was known to do that whenever he had some sort of breakdown, too. He seemed to be more or less in control of himself, though. His words were still nothing more than a whisper, “Maybe a little bit of both?”

Hajime didn’t need to be a genius to know what Komaeda was talking about. He felt his heart crack just a tiny bit at the confirmation.

He could remember a night back on Jabberwock Island, where the sky had been clear and they watched the stars together from the beach. That night, Komaeda had told him he was scared he might die soon. Because he didn’t want to anymore.

It had been months since then and everything was fine, so Hajime hadn’t been worried. He had been quite happy about it, actually. Hearing Komaeda say that had lifted a weight off of his chest.

This was as if the weight had been dropped down again, punching the air out of his lungs. Before Komaeda could say anything else, Hajime beat him to it, “Did you lie to me?”

Komaeda didn’t even hesitate when furiously shaking his head as an answer. He still wasn’t looking at him, though, keeping his eyes on the floor as he spoke, “No. No, I didn’t, but—I’m still not sure if any of us really deserve to life after…everything we’ve done.”

Well, that was something Komaeda had been saying from the beginning. He stopped mentioning it after that conversation he had with Hajime at the beach, but apparently it was still a concern of his. Or maybe the recent tension with Future Foundation caused these thoughts to resurface.

Either way, Hajime could see how Komaeda was close to falling back into that mindset. He could feel the familiar worry begin to fill his heart.

Cautiously, he scooted over in Komaeda’s direction, though not by much. He didn’t want to startle him or anything. It felt as if he was approaching a scared animal, which probably wasn’t that far from the truth, but thinking that seemed a bit mean for some reason.

When Hajime was close enough that he thought he could try and reach out for him, Komaeda spoke up again, making him stop in the middle of his movement.

“I mean—” he paused, “Does anything we do to try and help really matter in the end?” He glanced at Hajime, just from the corner of his eye without moving his head, but his gaze was piercing as it was questioning—and maybe a bit scared, too.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he said, “I’m not doubting everyone’s abilities or anything. They’re talents are all useful right now, except mine. But… I just… I don’t know. I feel like there’s nothing I can do.”

Hajime took a moment to think it over, “Komaeda, you’re helping right now. You’re not doing nothing.”

“I know, but—” he interrupted himself, shutting his mouth with a clatter of his teeth. He turned his head, away from Hajime, muttering under his breath but still loud enough to hear, “You told me to always question and think about what I’m doing.”

The air got stuck in Hajime’s throat for a brief second. He remembered giving Komaeda that particular piece of advice. It was because of his dementia, and it actually seemed to help him hold back his compulsive behavior for the majority of time that had passed since then.

To be honest, he didn’t think about how it could affect Komaeda in these circumstances. Granted, he didn’t think he’d listen to his words for so long, either. Hajime dropped his hand that had been reaching for Komaeda, unsure of what to do.

Komaeda seemed to take it as a sign to continue, “I don’t know if I should be questioning myself in this situation, too, or not. But I do. And I don’t see how I could be of help to anyone.”

The rain was still falling, the sound of thunder in the distance.

A few minutes passed, carrying their silence. Hajime didn’t know what to do other than to stare at Komaeda, who was still facing away from him.

He wanted to say something, but the only words he could think of were a repeat of the speeches he used to give to all of them—that they had to try and move forward to create their own future. He could always try saying that again, but it didn’t quite feel like the right moment for that.

Something in the back of his mind decided to remind him he could just use one of the many talents he had now to easily find the right words with the blink of an eye, but he immediately rejected that idea. Komaeda deserved more than some calculated words. At least when he was talking to him as a friend.

The only other idea he had was to simply say whatever came to mind and, more or less, let his heart do the talking…on second thought, that sounded incredibly embarrassing.

…whatever.

To keep the embarrassment as low as possible, Hajime looked away, at the rain that was pouring down outside the parking lot, and started talking, “You know…that’s fine. Having doubts about this is fine. I’m sure everyone does. We destroyed this world, so who’s to say we can do anything other than that? We’re all just normal people at the end of the day.”

He said that, but he honestly thought he was more talking about himself right now than anyone else. It didn’t really boost the confidence he managed to put into his words, more like decrease it, but he had to keep going.

“Sometimes, it’s hard to push forward or to keep yourself from burning out or prevent any temptation of giving up to control your thoughts.” He hated how much these words were true for him, too. He was supposed to be their leader—for lack of a better term. He couldn’t be weak like that. Weak like the talentless Reserve Course student he still was, in a way.

He pushed the thought away, ignored it, pretended it wasn’t there.

He did his best to keep it all out of his voice, “But it’s all for a big thing like restoring the world. Every bit counts. And you don’t have to deal with the guilt and doubt alone, Komaeda. Make sure you’re in the right condition to keep going before you try to do so, alright?”

There. That didn’t sound half bad, did it?

Hajime turned his head over to Komaeda, only to be met with his grey-green eyes looking back at him. It caught him off-guard, made his heart jump up into his throat. He wasn’t that close…but still close. Hajime wanted to back away and lean further in at the same time.

The softness in Komaeda’s eyes prevented him from doing anything at all.

“You, too,” Komaeda’s voice cut through his thoughts, bringing him back into reality. It was surprisingly calm. As if he had been prepared to say that, which was only emphasized by the small smile he gave him. “Everything you said, the same goes for you, too, Hinata-kun. Don’t forget that.”

Hajime could do nothing but stupidly blink at him, the words echoing in his ears as his brain was processing them and what they meant. He still hated it when Komaeda was just right about things.

He didn’t know what to say. He wondered if this was what Komaeda had wanted to get out of this conversation, though at this point, it was pretty obvious that the answer for that would be yes. Of course, it would be. And, of course, Komaeda would be the one to see right through the wall he tried to put up every single day for everyone else’s sake.

Why did he even try to hide it from him? He felt stupid now.

As if he could read his thoughts, Komaeda’s smile seemed to widen just the tiniest bit. He reached out and took Hajime’s hand in his own—in his right hand, the one that wasn’t metal—and said, “It’s okay. We’ll work on it.”

That was the same thing Hajime used to tell Komaeda back on the island, when he was still unstable most of the time. It was the exact same thing.

Hajime couldn’t hold back a puff of air mixed with a chuckle, bringing an involuntary smile to his lips. He closed his eyes, shaking his head, and muttered, “I hate you, Komaeda.”

Komaeda simply continued to smile.

He squeezed Komaeda’s hand, his heart jumping up and down when the action was reciprocated. He didn’t want to let go for the rest of this mission.

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2017-09(SEP)-09--Saturday (later afternoon in hell).

2017-09(SEP)-09--Saturday (later afternoon in hell).

Oh dear......here we go AGAIN......MORE resurrection of old news in the NEWS and keeping all on the same keel of unbalance.......

IN the NEWS is a story about the church in New Zealand that was heavily damaged in an earthquake there several years ago. And stangely, all of a suden the're NOW, 6 years later apparently, going to start rebuilding and fixing it all up to it's former glory.

Funny that eh?

It just slots in to the schedule of NEWS along with all the other stuff.

Did they decide to do it a few years after it was damaged since it was such a 'much loved' and tourist profitable structure? - Nope. Gotta wait until it's scheduled along with all the rest of the shit that was going on at that time when it occured. - Lets wait until 10 years has passed? Nope. Gotta do it a bit later now to slot-in with everything else that's scheduled.

Next up.....a jet plane will go missing and crash. Then another. Then maybe the 3rd. - That's always good to distract people. And it all ties everything in to the schedule just as before.

Nuclear power will be shown to not only to be 'safe'...but 'safer' than anyone thought possible....but at a monetary cost.....

How about terrorists striking somewhere? - That always garners a whole raft of things. And it spawn other incidents apparently, anywhere in the world.

Gotta have an earthquake.......that's always works for them.....

How about a shipping disaster? - Or a train disaster? - Or a food poisoning disaster? - Or perhaps a kidnapping? - Or global environmental imminence of death and destruction but only within the solevable realms they frame and can supply but as always it's going to be in the future and take a whole lotta money....always lotta money....

Speaking of money......lets get rid of money they'll all pronounce as a means to 'fix everything'. - Instead of EVERYONE on the entire planet having a "universal living wage" regardless if you work or not, nope, they'll cut THAT down to size and present it as being feasible but ONLY as long as it's all done how THEY want it to be done...but then money goes missing and the usual wealthy get more wealthier whilst people suffer and have no money at all since they'll have decided the world still isn't ready for any of that utopian stuff yet.

How about a plane disaster into an urban environment? - That's always handy and generates fear from death-from-above at any time. Ditto for a train disaater. Ditto for a truck disaster.

How about terrorists (plain packaged) obtaining the means of trucks or whatever to deliver disaster in unsuspecting areas? - Haven't quite had THAT happen yet for awhile. -- Maybe a mini-sub with a nuke in it?

What about ebola? - Now there's a disease that strikes fear everywhere that even when traced back to where it came from the facts were quickly swallowed up in bullshit and crap in the 'NEWS'.....until it reaches a point they want it to be at and everyone forgets about any of the revealed facts.

It's so clever to have no memory......it's a fashion.

Why not have product-recalls? - They're good with inventing those to suddenly come up and create fear especially when they claim they had no knowledge of anything beforhand about anything. Especially the ones paid very very well who's jobs it is to know exactly all that. But they'll be just overlooked.

How about local-food scares? - Milk scares? - Home appliances scares? - Maybe electric blanket scares being used as terrorist weapons of mass destruction.

Perhaps next up is terrorist hijacked hot-air balloon, then used to rain down death and destruction below, until it's shot down because somehow the terrorists never thought about that might happen to them in the balloon.....

But never mind....lets have a British Royal Wedding. Slot that into the mix. Add some social unrest, social violence upon the social public in some way since they're so good at fomenting that and getting away with it always.

Poor dear Princess Diana will be dragged into the limelight again. And THAT is already happening in the UK.

And lets have reports of UFO's...lots of those....lurking all about, wandering all about, nobody has any proper footage of anything and so it's as always washed away and discounted....and yet it keeps happening....just as long as it's all controlled........

All this shit has happened before....and it's happening again.

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And to portray the criminal abo's as harmless, helpless, ALWAYS INNOCENT, especially when they are most certainly not, all that is once again being shoved down everyones throats......

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-09-09/nt-government-considers-law-reform-publishing-childrens-details/8888568

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But lets defuse everything ONCE AGAIN by having ANOTHER media frenzy of bullshit about Muslim burka stuff in Australia........

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-09-09/joyce-slaps-down-burka-ban-push-citing-trade-relations/8888806

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And lets have the current (very wealthy) political leader of Australia decry anyone who dares to do any bad-mouthing of fracking, and that fracking should be wholeheartedly embraced to 'save us'....because in Australia we're all about to run out of electricity...AGAIN.....they said so for the last several days in the NEWS...how timely eh? -- And anyway he spouts, it'll be 'good for the economy'....just as they always say. And as a conslation prize for allowing fracking, he says that there'll be LOTS of gas to use too. - What a visionary....(NOT). - So everyone is NOT to complain about any fracking.

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-09-09/malcolm-turnbull-slams-labor-in-nt-over-energy-policy-fracking/8888846

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Of course there's always the ol' standby North Korea unpredictability. That's ALWAYS worth a LOT of NEWS coverage and opnions and talking points and 'experts'.....

Let's have an imminent threat of death announced by North Korea....and then surprise, surprise....along comes the USA with a cavalry of roped-in other countries to do the work or mounting and instituting yet another major war.....a terrible war.....

The USA loves wars just as long as they're always somewhere else.

If any temporary damage to financial interests occurs, no problems, it was all part of the secret long-range plans. And surprise, surprise....it's the USA to the rescue again.....for a price.....and colonisation.......

Coca Cola........why not have birth control built right into the drink? - It would be the proud American way.

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But lets have a standard ultra-long drawn-out media circus of all things poltical in Australia that doesn't mean shit.

And why not have prescibed political 'demons' to crucify? - That always works for them.

Same old, same old, shit.

EVERYTHING ALWAYS THE SAME, RE-SCHEDULED TO SLOT IN WITH EVERYTHING ELSE ON SCHEDULE.......

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Speaking of earthquakes......apparently Mexico has now been hit. - Coincidental that eh?

Oh, I almost forgot......they all love to have tidal waves and devastation too. Gotta have that.

And as always, all that shit would want to have hits upon the places they want it to hit.

I guess they can always fly-in an randy ex-president to sweet-talk them into any old bullshit too. Maybe fly-in some film stars in addition. Why not shoot some TV commercials whilst they're at it all and make even more money.....

Maybe they could do it all with a big ship instead of planes. Then the media could go ape-shit about 'the love boat' angle......show it everywhere and utterly trivialise it all with 'The Love Boat' music and clips.....

The ship could be accompanied by miltary ships, to be stated as purely for 'helping' of course......as always.....

Add-in a medical incident amongst all that........

It's all be done before, and it can all be done again.....

And lets's somewhere slot-in some Vatican announcements or proclamations.......

And lets inundate everything with "Let's just all get along.', statements, as they bomb and kill and shoot everyone everywhere.

Australia is very much a part of that too. It's part of what they have to do....buy USA armamnets and stuff, and then use them how the USA wants Australia to use the stuff for them. THAT'S all happened before, is still happening, and continues to happen. (whilst the Australian population is distrated and the population all think Australia is not doing ANYTHING bad anywhere in the world.......)

Oops, almost forgot......gotta have captured evil terrorists still imprisoned (but long ago forgotten about), to be thrust back into the NEWS in some way. - Might as well have some Cuba related NEWS as well. (randy USA ex-president has a holiday in Cuba perhaps?)

And lets not forget the terrible situation of innocent people being the victims in all his shit, who are trying to live but who have to flee for their lives, and so put their lives a risk but with a chance of a future. A future that has been decided for them long ago. Even if it most certainly has been decided will result in their deaths.

Oh! - There's always that missing jet airliner plane that disappeared YEARS AGO and some experts DEMANDED that a search area be established in the vast ocean far off the coast of Western Australia despite others saying they were looking in the completely opposite direction.... - THAT'S been in the NEWS AGAIN lately. With surprise, surprise....apparently evidence of the craft itself being found and forwarded to others for investigation, only to have ANYONE (SEVERAL) involved with ANY of that to be mysterioulsy murdered in several places in the world. --- MORE shit to make people uncertain and kept off-balance and frightened and never knowing anything.

A randy very wealthy USA ex-presidente could easily be used to make people forget about it all again. - Why not have him host an appealathon to raise money for the needy, with a suitable unknown amount spirited away never to be known about vanishnig.

An election somewhere....with the election being found out (or heavily suspected) to be rigged (as usual)........there's always a lot of mileage in that all that shit.....

An election with a 'tied' vote? - Nope, already had that recently. For the umpteenth time...in various countries......but it's forever useful and makes people falsley believe they actually control who wins any election..but ONLY if THE PEOPLE strive to vote. - What a laugh. Vote all you like. And the results still go the way that its been decided previously upon.

Lets have MORE anti-european sentiment heped up........ala Hitler.....he was such a poor controller when compare to the USA and others. Forment a LOT of anti-european shit......the UK is well the throes of all that. And the USA HATEs Europe and all other countries that try to defy the USA in any way. -- A limited nuclear war or major nuclear incident perhaps in the offing against innocents yet again? The USA if good at doing that.

And let's have yet ANOTHER announcement of alien life found in outer space.....but it won't be certain and it'll all just fizzle out as always, and they'll say it's so far away that they can't figure anything out anyway. (despite them just having made the grand announcement) -- EVERYTHING designed to be exactly as it's always been........

Wealthy USA ex-presidente to the rescue to distract.......and make money out of it all......

If you're wealthy and buy your own private island, you can stay there until it's decided to use you for whatever means they've previoulsy decided.......

Whilst everyone berates the current clown USA president YET AGAIN...STILL.....whilst others champion him and would die to protect him.....and do......WARS OF DISTRACTION.......in the offing and mused about as being good for everyone and 'good for America!'.........

Poisonous food......poisonous fish....no problems....here's some pink artificial glop you can swill down.....they 'just' invented it but it looks like old polymer dent filler for cars.

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Meanwhile at this hellhole here...no rain.

There was a very loud POLICE siren heard nearby from an unmarked West Australian POLICE vehicle? when Sam & Max were outside for ablutions in the heat.

Out in the streets....abo's wandering aimlessly about...adult abo's, lurking about, wandering and looking all about into peoples yards they slowly passed.......

It must be Wagyl criminal-time once again........

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Dear Sam is wuffing and louldy crying in his sleep AGAIN......

P@17:00.- I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you. -- AND I HAVE A CONSTANT INTENSE HEADACHE THAT NOTHING ALLEVIATES. - IT'S HOT AT THIS HOVEL INSIDE. - CANNOT HAVE ANY WINDOWS OPEN BECAUSE OF THE WANDERING CRIMINALS. - Sam & Max are both having terrible nightmares as always EVERY TIME they sleep. They're wagging their tails in their sleep so very happy to see you, then they awaken, realise we're in HELL, go back to sleep, and have nightmares as always, just as I am always suffering without any breaks. They growl and bark in their sleep and they cry. -- But do you even care? - Did you ever care about Matey? - Did you ever care about Vespa? - Did you ever care about Basil? - Did you ever care about anyone or anything? - I KNOW I DID AND STILL DO. - I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you.

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Pam Snyder, D-Jefferson, said she was out in the county assessing the damage and noted homes and businesses in Waynesburg and Rogersville were most impacted. One building in particular, the historic Crouse School House along Route 21 near Rogersville, raised alarms among those responsible for the schools renovations when photos captured the school surrounded by flood waters. John Buzz Walters, a former West Greene teacher and wrestling coach who at one time served as president of the West Greene School District board of directors, was one of the coordinators of the renovations. It looked worse than it was, Walters said Tuesday. From what I could tell there was about three to four inches of water inside. On the surface, nothing seemed damaged, he said. Walters did say the Federal Emergency Management Agency assessed the school Tuesday. We really wont know anything until everything dries out, he said. The school house was at one time one of 92 one-room schools located in the West Greene School district, and one of roughly 20 in Center Township alone.

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The congregation spent weeks helping residents dig out after the flood, and has vowed to help continue work for residents like Ratliff, who choose to rebuild. And thats what Im thankful for. People who didnt even know me, or those that Ive masonry known for a long time, and they just pitched in and helped Ratliff lives temporarily with relativesand is still in the process of remodeling. Download the KFVS News app: iPhone | Android Copyright 2016 KFVS . All rights reserved. Updated: Monday, December 26 2016 6:51 PM EST2016-12-26 23:51:36 GMT The cause of a suspicious house fire in West Frankfort is under investigation, according to the West Frankfort Fire Department. The cause of a suspicious house fire in West Frankfort is under investigation, according to the West Frankfort Fire Department. Updated: Monday, December 26 2016 6:37 PM EST2016-12-26 23:37:09 GMT The KYTC is reporting that a vehicle breakdown on I-24 Eastbondat about the 10.5 mile marker in McCrackenCounty has traffic backed up. The KYTC is reporting that a vehicle breakdown on I-24 Eastbondat about the 10.5 mile marker in McCrackenCounty has traffic backed up. Monday, December 26 2016 3:14 PM EST2016-12-26 20:14:31 GMT (Source: Raycom Media) Chicago police say more than 40 people have been shot since the holiday weekend began and over three dozen guns have been seized from the streets. Chicago police say more than 40 people have been shot since the holiday weekend began and over three dozen guns have been seized from the streets. Monday, December 26 2016 3:14 PM EST2016-12-26 20:14:19 GMT (Source: Raycom Media) The 2017 race for mayor in Illinois' second-largest city is taking shape.

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