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The Amazing Dream About Episode 3

Hello, Hello, Hello.

I Had A Dream Today. As You Can Tell From This Post Name, I Had A Dream About The Amazing Digital Circus Ep.3, a.k.a. Episode 3.

I Don't Usually Dream. But I Had Too High Expectations About Digital Circus When I Dreaming. Actually, Is Too Plus One.

So....Now Some Of You Might Be Wondering How Exactly Kind Of Story It Is. Okay, I Explain-Exactly.

I Remember Episode Title Was "Martha's Maid Mayhem!", Or Adventures In Ghosty-Sitting!" Or "Haunted House Halls!" Or "Phantom Praise Pandemonium!". Whatever.

I Saw This Episode On YouTube In A Dream And Was Really, Really, Really Shock-Prised That It Available So Suddenly Without A Trailer.

So I Touched It, And Story Begins.

In My Dream, The Amazing Digital Members Were Hangin' The Mayhem Out In The Room Of Ragatha. Because Of Jax.

Jax Is Doin' Not-So-Fuzzy Fussy Fuss And Order The Fuss To Everyone.

Kinger Tries To Play The Piano, But Is Stopped By Jax The Evil.

Zooble Couldn't Bear To See It, And Tried To Leave, But Is Stopped By Jax The Evil.

Pomni Just Gave Up To Jax's Not-So-Fuzzy Fussy Fuss.

Ragatha, Of Course, She Blamed To Jax, And Tried To Stop Everyone!

And Gangle, You Get The Idea!

Just Then, Caine Sudden-Appear Into Ragatha's Room.

He Said Today's Adventure Is Ready And You Are Asked To Come At 9.P.M.

It's 9.P.M. Not A 9.A.M. So, Jax's Bickering And Fussering Didn't Stop Until 9.P.M.

In Today's Adventure, "Martha's Maid Mayhem", The Owner Of The Ghost's Hotel, And Her Little Helper Have Been Ordered By The Boss To Expand The Hotel, To Do This, You Need The Help Of Pomni, Ragatha, Jax The Evil, Gangle, Kinger, And Zooble.

And When They Went Through The Caine's Portal And Visited The Hotel, It Looked Truly Massive And Grand. Really.

Jax Was Truly Happy To Hear "Ghost". (He Said It Was Because Ghosts Ain't Pathetic. He Will Never Know That Prejudice Is Not Everything. Was I Being Harsh As A Rash? I Think.)

Gangle Got Scared When She Heard The Word, (Not A World) "Ghost".

Kinger Do Shaking And Did The Crazy Moves Like Ep.1: Gather The Gloinks! (Pilot Episode)

Zooble Didn't Have Any Reactions.

Pomni Stared At The Hotel Intently.

Ragatha Feeling A Bit Ominous, She Glanced At Jax For A Moment.

And Suddenly, I Hear Thunder From The Hotel. And I Awoke. And At That Short Moment, I Realized Episode 3 I Had Seen Were All A Dream. And When I Woke Up, It Was 12:49 P.M. I Went Back To Sleep And Tried To Dream The Episode 3 Again.

But Instead I Dreamed Of Island.

It Was A Pretty Funny Dream. In A Certain Red Sea, There Was The Island With A House Made Of Light Green Roof And Magenta Pink Walls. House Turned Into A Tree With Golden Leaves, Then Turned Into A Star And Fell, The Island Turned Into Spaghetti, The Spaghetti Became A Pot, And Inside The Pot Was Chicken Soup.

Star Made A Spatula With His Eyebrows And Tasted It. It Was Too Delightful And Too Delicious That He Jumped Up And Down In Admiration. Then, His Eyeballs Began To Gradually Cover Entire Everything, And It Turned Into Black.

AND IT TURNED INTO......

REALLY!

And In The Direct's End, I'm Woke Up. 6:38 A.M.

Okay, I Apologize For Suddenly Talkin' About Dreams And For Suddenly Talkin' About Another Dream I Had.

I Just Wrote This Post, So I Wouldn't Forget About It.

(Update Eventually.)

P.S. https://www.glitchprod.com/thewackywatch

P.S.2. Also, This Amazing Dream And Extraordinary Dream Reminds Me Of Inside Out's Dream Productions.

(Not A Playstation2)

P.S.3. I Got Hundred Likes. Thank You For Your Heartronage.

(Not A Playstation3)

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How would you like your favorite opera to be staged ideally? (I went off in a Così post and now I need to know the deep opinions about everyone’s favs). Thank you!!

thanks, this is great!

I did a post on Don Carlo a while ago and how I’d stage it so this time I’m going to talk about my other favorite opera, Martha, oder der Markt zu Richmond. It’s very obscure so I’ll start with a brief description of the opera. 

It’s a German comic opera about a lady-in-waiting, Harriet, who is super bored with her rich life and decides to go to the fair dressed like a maid with her best friend, Nancy, and a knight, Tristam, who’s in love with her (she does not reciprocate his feelings). At the fair they meet two brothers, Lyonel and Plumkett. Lyonel was was taken in by Plumkett’s family when his mysterious father basically dropped him off at the front step, said “He’s yours now” and then died. Now Plumkett’s parents have died as well and they just inherited the farm and have no clue what they’re doing. So they go to the fair to buy some maids and come across Harriet (who calls herself Martha) and Nancy, who unwittingly sell themselves into servitude because they think it’s all a joke. Well, they get taken to the boys’ farmhouse and naturally they all fall in love with each other by bonding over household chores. Lyonel asks Harriet to marry him and she laughs in his face and he immediately overreacts because Tenor. The boys go to sleep and then Tristam comes and rescues the girls and the boys wake up and find them gone and are super depressed. An ambiguous amount of time later, Plumkett bumps into Nancy in town and she’s on the hunt and she pretends not to recognize him and gets her fellow huntresses to chase him off. Meanwhile, Lyonel is depressed and listless and wandering around and proceeds to sing one of the most famous tenor arias of all time, “Ach, so fromm” (look it up, you’ll probably recognize the tune); the fame of which SHOULD be enough to integrate this opera into common repertory, but alas that is not the case. Anyway, of course at this very moment Harriet is also wandering around in the exact same spot and bumps into Lyonel who instantly recognizes her but is confused as to why she is dressed so fancy. Harriet freaks out and also pretends not to know him and calls for help. Tristam comes and, seeing his rival in love, calls for all the available Big Strong Men to come and save Harriet. Everything gets out of control and Lyonel winds up arrested and is humiliated when he realizes who Harriet actually is. Turns out, though, that his deceased father was a Count and when Harriet finds this out she goes back to him saying they can get married now without backlash because he’s of a higher station. He rejects her because he thinks she only wants him because he’s a count and also he renounces his title. Harriet decides to dress up as Martha again to convince him that she still loves him and is willing to leave all her wealth behind to be with him. Meanwhile, Plumkett and Nancy sing an absolutely delightful love duet. Harriet sets up the farmers’ backyard to look like the fair where she and Lyonel met and he meets her out there and she renounces her title and asks if he will still marry her and he agrees. And Plumkett and Nancy get together too and it’s all just adorable. 

Okay so that wasn’t really brief but. Moving on.

I absolutely love this opera because the story is so original and fun, the libretto is ingeniously witty, and the music is fantastic, intricately portraying the comic but making sure to take the more sober parts seriously. ALSO, Flotow was using leitmotif before it was cool. But that is another rant altogether.

There is a film based on this opera that is actually really spot-on, but I’ll talk a little about my vision for this opera too. I’ve actually been curating it since I was thirteen and first heard this opera.

First off, I think I would have the sets and costumes be historically accurate. This opera is pretty straightforward and I don’t see the need to fancify anything with elaborate or weird sets and costumes. Plus, it being more obscure, I think it helps to keep things simple so the audience doesn’t get lost wondering what’s accurate and what’s interpretation.

The fair scene would be so much fun. It’s pretty obvious that the maids who are selling their services are, in fact, looking for boyfriends, and the farmers purchasing their services are, in fact, looking for girlfriends. Which makes it all the more ridiculous that Lyonel and Plumkett have no idea what’s going on. They’re just looking for maids while everyone else is looking to get laid.So there’s this whole chorus where the maids are saying what all they can do and in the libretto there is so. much. subtext that they’re not actually talking about washing linens and knitting and making beds, they’re talking about using the beds in a specific way...you get the picture. So there would be some suggestive body language and a LOT of flirting. And the maids would be primping and preening, and the farmers would be straightening their hats and smoothing down their hair, etc., and it’d all just be ridiculous. The Sheriff would be rolling his eyes the entire time because he a) wants to get this over with and b) wishes people would take their responsibilities more seriously. 

One thing about this opera is that, though it’s pretty short compared to a lot of others (it’s just under 2 hours--more if the scenes that are often cut are left in), but some of the numbers are long and repetitive while others are very fast-paced. So it would need to be staged carefully so that when the 2-verse duet stretches for like 5 minutes, they’re not just standing their the entire time. For example, when they first get to the farmhouse the boys are telling the girls for about 3 minutes that they’re home and will wake up early the next morning, and the girls spend an equal amount of time freaking out. I’d put some movement in here--Plumkett goes around lighting the lanterns, checking the doors, etc., while Lyonel stands awkwardly watching the girls as they huddle frozen in fear and then at the end Plumket turns and sees Lyonel doing absolutely nothing to help out and is supremely annoyed. After that a lot of the action is pretty well laid out in the libretto and I wouldn’t really need to add much because it moves along so quickly. Then there’s the duet between Lyonel and Harriet where he freaks her out with his Mad Tenor Passion and she sings a song to get him to shut up and then he professes his love for her and asks her to marry him and it all goes downhill. The song itself is kind of grim, and it’s sandwiched between these two duets that start lighthearted and then get serious when Harriet realizes “Oh, wow, my words can actually hurt someone, this is new information” and Lyonel goes “MY LIFE IS OVER THE WOMAN I JUST MET ISN’T IN LOVE WITH ME” so it’d have to be a careful balance of making sure the comic and dramatic elements are given equal weight. That’s kind of true for the whole opera.

An image I want to really utilize strongly is the rose. The song Harriet sings to Lyonel is “The Last Rose of Summer” but the librettist’s translation focuses more on death than the original poem which I find fascinating. Right before the song Lyonel takes Harriet’s “nosegay” that she had as part of her Martha costume and teases her with it, saying he’ll only give it back if she sings to him. My hot take: there’s a rose in her bouquet. He takes it when he takes the bouquet. She sees it and it’s what inspires her to sing this song. He takes it back when she rejects him and keeps it to remember her by when she runs away. He’s singing to it when he stumbles upon her in town. He drops it in the mayhem and she picks it up. She takes it with her and gives it to him when she goes to his house to try and win him back. He throws it in her face. When they split Nancy finds it on the floor, and then gives it to Harriet when she’s waiting for Lyonel to come out and find her dressed as Martha. She gives it to him when she renounces her station and pledges her love to him and he takes it and it ends with them both holding on to it.

One of my favorite things about this opera is the Nancy/Plumkett relationship and I absolutely do not want it to get swept to the side because a) mezzo/baritone couples need all the love and b) they have one of the greatest comic love duets in operatic history and I will fight anyone who argues that point. So I’d really want to make sure that stays as a big part of the plot. The libretto and music is so great at portraying the sweet, awkward feelings they have towards each other and I want the staging to reflect that. Also Plumkett totally learns his lesson: he tries to subordinate Nancy when he finds her in town and demands that she find her place, and she retaliates by sicking her huntresses on him and they chase him away. After that he has nothing but mad respect. He forgives her much more quickly than Lyonel forgives Harriet. Because though he is gruff and stern he’s a sucker at heart. One thing I’ll have to think more on is what happens right before their duet in the finale, when they come out of the kitchen after hiding there during the Lyonel/Harriet confrontation. Do they come out standing awkwardly distant from each other because they spent the last seven minutes silently twiddling their thumbs and eavesdropping? Or are they ruffled because they utilized much of that time to make out? Maybe it’s ambiguous, like Plumkett goes into the kitchen wearing a jacket and when he comes back out with Nancy he’s not wearing it anymore and we see who notices.

Also: Tristam is gay. Undebatable. He just thinks he’s in love with Harriet because that’s what’s expected. So he will possess all the stereotypes. He will be Extra and he will have the Gay Hands and Gay Eyebrows and all that. They will give him a flower crown at the fair. He will continue to wear it because he secretly likes it. He will be oblivious to the charm of the maids and instead become keenly interested in one of the farm hands. 

aaaaaaaanyway not sure if any of that makes sense because I ramble and talk in circles and also most people don’t know this opera. But I thank you for the ask and hope that it brings a little enjoyment into your day. It definitely saved me from some fuming. Thank you!!

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“Mayhem, Moonlight and a Merry Christmas”

A Christmas Olicity Historical AU: What happens when a handsome Earl is visited by a beautiful young debutante in the middle of the night?

A/N: Wishing you all a wonderful Holiday season and a very, Merry Christmas.  This one-shot was inspired by one of my favorite Historical Romance books called, “To Wed A Wicked Earl” by Olivia Parker.  

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1820 London

Long, cold fingers, of the frosty December night, trailed over the bare chest and sculpted arms of the slumbering Earl of Starling, Oliver Queen.  

They startled him from the heated depths of a particularly, enjoyable dream. One filled with a beloved, bespectacled visage, peony pink tinted lips and lustrous blonde curls that his sleep muddled brain swore could still be felt wrapped around his fingers.

Oliver shivered then sat up.  His silk bedsheet pooling around his waist as he peered through sleepy eyes in the direction of the loud thud that echoed from the far corner of his master suite.   The French doors of his second story bedroom balcony stood open and he watched in dismay as a dark shadow twisted and fought within the tangled curtains and took shape into the form of a woman.

“Lord, help me,” he mumbled under his breath. Not another crazed debutante, who thought she was in love with him, attempting to sneak into his room.  He’d had his share of misguided attempts over the years.  As one of the most sought after bachelors of the ton, Oliver had to be very careful.  Matchmaking mothers and eager daughters doth make an interesting season.

“Oliver?” came a familiar voice, its normally melodic tone, now full of disbelief and sharp reprimand. “Is that you?”

Is that you? Was he still dreaming? It couldn’t be, Felicity, sneaking into his bedroom.  The Lady Felicity Smoak, younger sister of Oliver’s best friend and the woman he was secretly, hopelessly and completely in love with, was not this reckless.  She was in fact, one of the most intelligent, steadfast and kind women he had the pleasure of knowing.  He could only fault her for one thing.  She could not see that his heart was utterly hers, had been for a very long time and would always be.

Another frigid gust of wind came through the open balcony doors, ruffling tendrils of her normally proper chignon that had fallen loose in her struggle with his curtains.

Even now his fingers rubbed together with the typical want to reach out and touch her; to see if her tresses were as soft as he thought they were.  

Her glass spectacles sat askew on the bridge of her nose and twigs and winter jasmine petals were caught in the fabric of her winter cape.  She was breathtakingly beautiful.

And apparently, she was extremely reckless.

What adventure was she up to?  For as long as they had known each other, since she was 10 and he and her brother were 14, Felicity was always involved in something. Either it be a scientific experiment or original play from one of her many books or mechanisms of human nature; she was in constant motion.  Her mind racing almost too fast for her words to catch up. Almost.  Her enthusiastic babbling was well known amongst her closest friends and family.

“Yes, of course it’s me.  Who else would it be, in the middle of the night, in my bedroom?”

She stilled, one of the few times Oliver had ever seen her entire body come to a stop, “Oh dear, um, did you say, ‘your bedroom’?”

”Fe-li-ci-ty,” Oliver said, as he gave up the idea of being left alone to his dreams of her.  He stood up, wrapped the silk sheet around his naked body, and stalked towards her.  

“This isn’t your bedroom.  I specifically counted three windows from the chimney.  This is your library,” she said, as she calmly re-adjusted her glasses with all the aplomb of a woman who thought she was in the right.

Unbelievable.  Oliver shook his head and chuckled under his breath.  This explanation was going be very, very interesting.  He wondered if his state of undress had even registered with her yet.   It had certainly registered with him.  The slinkiness of the bed sheet chafed against him as it slid along his already over-sensitive skin.  His awareness of her always made his body raw.  Every cell in his body screaming to touch her.

“I would know if I was in my library.  It’s the third room from the ‘west wing’ chimney.  And by the way, why are you climbing up my trellis in the middle of the night?”

Oliver’s body surrounded her as he leaned forward and closed the balcony doors.  The curtains floated down sealing them in secluded moonlight.  

The fire in his room had long since burned down to a low radiant glow.  He watched as a deep blush bloomed across Felicity’s cheeks and down the elegant line of her neck as she finally realized how naked he was.

He really should put on a robe or a shirt, but damn it…he was tired, frustrated and ravenous for her.   He wanted her to see him for the man he was.  Not the man she thought him to be.  

The scent of heated jasmine mixed with the seasonal fresh pine and holly, his room decorated for the Yuletide holiday season, filled his lungs as he took a deep, fortifying breath trying to stem the need to close the last few inches between them.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” a breathless whisper brushed against his neck and his body went hard.  He groaned internally as the softness of her voice reminded him of the sighs she’d made in his dreams as he pleasured her.

Their bodies swayed closer as he looked down and became lost in the stunning blue of her eyes.  This was dangerous.  He was already holding onto the last threads of his control around her.

He stepped away and grabbed a hold of the bed sheet, that was resting precariously around his hips, before his body gave away just how aroused she made him.

Bloody hell, this woman would be the death of him.  And yes, he had been ignoring her.  Not well, but he had tried.  He thought he had escaped her inquiring glances by leaving the Christmas Eve ball early.  

A month ago, Felicity had decided she needed to help him recapture the eye of the woman he loved.  Little did she know that she had the identity of that woman totally wrong.  

At the beginning of the season, Oliver had tried to move on from his hopeless love for Felicity, by courting, the Lady Eliza Thornton.   He had been miserable.  Every moment spent with the wrong woman had hurt his already tender and bruised heart.

One dance and a walk in the park had shown both he and Lady Eliza that they made good friends and nothing more.  In fact, his brief courtship had roused the interest of the man Eliza truly wanted and Oliver had gladly stepped aside and wished them the best.

But now, the ton and Felicity thought Oliver still had a chance to win Eliza back.

All in all, it was a mess.  Oliver had been trying to stay away from Felicity’s good hearted efforts, but it would seem she was on a mission.  With the thought of her wanting to help him, find love with someone else, intense pain seared his soul.  

Oliver knew he was notorious.  The frolicking ways of his youth had earned him the legendary title of Rake, but as his admiration and respect for Felicity had matured into love, he had stopped all that behavior.  And that personal devotion to her had gone unnoticed below society’s and Felicity’s impressions of him.  

She saw him only as a friend.  And if he ever lost her friendship and regard, he could not bear it.

He was in a constant battle between leaving her alone or kissing her senseless.  The more time she spent with him the closer he was to losing the war of good intentions.  

“My maid, Martha, knows your maid, Margaret.  They have been friends for years. Perhaps friends since both their first days in service to our families.  They gossip worse than the ton.  And drat, I must have had their hastily drawn map to your library turned the wrong way.”  

At Oliver’s bemused look, Felicity just kept on talking. “Oliver, you truly have been trying to avoid me haven’t you? I sent you two notes this week arranging to meet you in your library after the ball. I swear, it’s as if you don’t wish to win Lady Eliza back at all.”

He may have just reached a surrender.

“It’s because I don’t want her back,” he growled, as he ran his fingers through his dark, thick hair.

“But, you agreed when I offered to help,”

“I did not agree,” he responded quietly.  

“But you didn’t say no.  And ever since then, you’ve been avoiding me.  Don’t you want to be happy?”  Felicity asked in confusion.  “You are one of my dearest friends and you deserve happiness.”

And at Oliver’s continued silence she repeated, “Oliver?”

“...she isn’t the woman I love,”

“What? But,…you courted her. And you have never courted, anyone,” Felicity whispered in bewilderment as she stepped closer and lifted her hand.  “Wait, you said she isn’t the woman, …is, is there someone else?” her last words spoken in a voice so small and so tenuously vulnerable.

Her breaths quickened and her chest rose and fell faster, almost touching his.  

She had no gloves on.  Her fingers hovered, slightly shaking, above his golden skin and her heated gaze slid over his broad shoulders and the taught, defined muscles of his chest and stomach.  Oliver’s body burned from her attention and their bodies hummed with their scandalous proximity.  The air went heavy with heady, acute awareness.  

He watched her lick her lips before she looked up at him and the undisguised hunger he saw in her eyes shook him to the core.  She wanted him.  Good god, she wanted him.

He lost the entire, god damn war.

“Oliver?” Felicity’s voice quivered with wonder and hope as if she sensed something incredible was about to happen.  

He reached for her.  He finally reached for her.  

Oliver cupped the back of her neck and pulled her flush against her his body.  

The both moaned as their bodies touched.  Softness melted against hard maleness.   Her hand was caught between them and now lay over his heart.   He swore the entire world must hear it beating out of control.  

His hands slid into the thickness of her hair.  Pins flew everywhere as he finally touched the luxurious weight and her hair fell in fragrant waves over her shoulders.  The scent of jasmine would forever be hers.

Felicity’s eyes closed and her body shuddered against his.  

“Felicity,” Oliver watched as her passion heavy eyes fluttered open at his voice and Oliver allowed his feelings for her to show.  “The woman I love, is you,”

“Me?” Felicity whispered, as joy and love swirled in her eyes.  

Could his dreams come true?  How long had she cared for him like this?

“I’ve been a fool.  I was so afraid of losing your friendship.  The small part of your heart that I had, that...I didn’t, couldn’t show you how I really felt.  It’s always been you, Felicity.”

“Oliver...I have loved you, for forever. I can no longer remember when I did not.  I’ve always wanted you.  I never thought, you, wanted me.  And then you turned to Eliza,”

“Forgive me, please...I never meant to hurt you. Never. I didn’t feel I was worthy of you,”

“Oh, Oliver,” she said as she soothingly rubbed her palm over his heart and Oliver placed his forehead against hers.  

Their hearts and eyes met and all of their pent up want and need took over.

Oliver took her lips in a kiss that was as gentle as warm summer rain, exhilarating as a storm over the moors and as addictive as the most divine confection.

Her mouth opened at his sensual coaxing and he tasted heaven.  Her essence.  Her love.  

Felicity’s hands traveled up his torso and into his hair, holding onto him, as he showed her the decadent advantages of loving and being loved by a Rake.    

A little while later, he reluctantly pulled his head back, allowing them both to catch their breath.  He watched her mouth curve into a smile more radiant than any he had ever seen before.  He was going to shower her with all the love he had in him and if she’d have him; he was going to marry her.

“I need to take you home now, my love, before I can no longer be a gentleman,” Oliver groaned as he brushed his lips against hers once more.  “And then, at exactly 10 am, I’ll be right back there to ask you a very important question.”

Felicity’s smile grew even larger and incandescent as she nodded her head.  “Merry Christmas, Oliver.”

“Merry Christmas, Felicity.”

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The Amazing Mystery Of Mildenhall Manor! (Before)

On The Next Again, Finally, It's Coming Soon On An Whole New Episode Of "The Amazing Digital Circus"!

I Always Wanted A Big Halloween Event. And In The Next Month, We'll Got One. Because Episode 3 Is Coming Octopus Force. I Mean, October 4th, And Caine Finally Bringing, Ghastly Ghosts.

I Had The Dream About This Episode Month Ago.

The Dream Ended At The Haunted House Part, So I Didn't See What The Inside Of Haunted House Was Like, But Haunted House Was Very Similar To What I Had Seen In My Dream.

I Remember College-Shaped Oldish Hotel Seen In Dream. But Official Thing Is Dormitory-Shaped Oldish Mansion.

Any Way, I Found 3.3 Another-Advanced-Adventurous-Advantages In This Ghostrailer!

I Remember Episode Title In My Dream Was "Martha's Maid Mayhem!". Or "Adventures In Ghosty-Sitting!" Or "Haunted House Halls!" Or "Phantom Praise Pandemonium!". But Now, Official Title Is Selected By Glitchworx Productions. It's "The Mystery Of Mildenhall Manor!" Well, It's Right That It Rhymed With The Letter M. M's Stand For Mind! And C's Stand For Crazy Or Candy.

Of Course, The Fact That There Are Many Goofy Characters Cannot Be Ignored. There's Martha Mildenhall And Her Small Ghost. Who In Main NPC Of The Adventure. They Lives In The Haunted House, And That Haunted House Is Ghost's Place, And Monsterous Things I Think. Because Pomni Meets A Monster. (0:16)

Also, In This Ghostrailer, Jax Has A Very, Very Evil Expression On His Face As He Holds Up A Scrap-Metalical Vacuum Cleaner, With Finally, Kinger's ShotGun Affeared! Vacuum Cleaner...So It Means, There Will Be A Parody With Tragedy Of "Luigi's Mansion" Included?

And Speaking Of "Luigi's Mansion", "Luigi's Mansion 2 High Definition(HD)" Comes To Disengaged Mind. I'm Not Very Famillion With "Razzle-Dazzle-Puzzles-&-Battles", So I Took Over Of 3 Months Playing On This, For Real.

3.1. The Mystery Of Mildenhall Manor......Manor? As Expected, I Was Correct. Someone Owns This Mansion, And I Believe Owner Is Martha. And Mansion Is Make Some Manner!

3.2. Also Again, There's A Scene Where Zooble Is Havin' A Conversation With Caine Somewhere. Zooble Understands This As Theraphy, But Given The Circustances, It Seems Like Caine Is Interrogating Zooble For Deciding To Remain In The Circus. And It Makes The Amazing Digital Zooblore.

3.3. Eh, In This Trailer, Le 4:3 Aspectio And Slightly Outdated Quality Co-Exist, Which Definitely Doesn't Fit That Needlessly Convincing "Theory".

Unlike The Trailer For Episode 2, This One Has A Lot Of Hintness Parts, So I Thought-A-Lots About It For A While Before Writing This Post. So, If It Doesn't Look Like "Another-Advanced-Adventurous-Advantages". I Forgive Myself.

Gooseworx Said That We Are Lookin' Forward To See-In' Jax In A Maid Dress In Episode 3. So Storyline Will Be Exciting As A Mission.

See You Next Month, Again!

[TO BE CONTINUED IN THE AMAZING MYSTERY OF MILDENHALL MANOR! (After)]

P.S. https://www.glitchprod.com/thewackywatch

What The Hack Is Happening On The Wacky Watch?

P.S.2. (Not A PlayStation 2)

P.S.3. I'm Don't Like Horrorous Things. But Gooseworx Said It's Just Not As Dark As People Seem To Think It Will Be.

(Not A PlayStation 3)