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[barry-j-blupjeans]

No one ever told Lucretia how hard it would be to get employees for your supposed-to-be-secret organization. Even harder with the fact that she couldn't even step around it like the Fantasy FBI could. All her opening lines sounded incredibly suspicious. Was she supposed to just walk up to someone and say "so you ever wanna capture those war-starting magic objects that you have no memory of?" She might actually be reported to the Fantasy FBI and that would put a bit of a dent in her "saving the world and stopping the Hunger" plan.

Instead, she had just been just kind of… going up to anyone who sort of seemed like a good fit and tried to make it sound as less shitty as possible without giving them a headache made entirely of Voidfish static. And it was working! Not as well as she'd want it to, of course, but she would take what she would get.

Maureen, obviously, had been there at the start. Lucretia couldn't exactly have a giant moon base without someone with enough money to build the giant moon base. Technically, technically, she was paying Maureen for it and she felt moderately bad about fucking up the economy with her transmuted gold coins (you pick up a thing or two about counterfeit currency when you're on the run from the apocalypse and also living with Taako and Lup), but not bad enough to stop doing it. Besides, the dang thing wasn't even up in the sky yet. Maybe she'd confess after, but it was too important to let out right now.

Then, she had Lucas, unfortunately. The side effect of working with Maureen. But she had other notable employees as well. Killian was probably her strongest asset right now, purely from her role as a Regulator and not a Reclaimer. Her Seekers were few and far between- she couldn't really hire anyone with too high of an intelligence stat, lest her whole plan be discovered. The few Seekers she did have were… well, they were working on it. The Reclaimers themselves… yeesh. It was hard to fill the role without losing too many to the Light's thrall. She didn't want to have a goddamn death trap as a job.

But right now, Lucretia wasn't looking for a Reclaimer, a Seeker, or even a Regulator. Today, she was looking for a bard.

A pathetic bard, if she could. There was only so much nonsense Lucretia could feed Fisher without going moderately to severely insane. The goal right now was to just find someone. No one that would be missed down planetside when they finally got up into the air, no one whose fans would be eagerly awaiting a new release. Just a plain ol' regular bard.

This was the fifth seedy bar Lucretia had visited in the past week. This time, it was in a little town called Water Way, just off the sword coast. The wind was howling when she arrived and it snapped the door shut behind her when she entered.

It was even more grim and disgusting than usual. A group of dwarfs was gathered at a booth, laughing and hollering jokes at each other. There was a couple in the corner engaging in some hanky-panky (that was the technical word for it, Lucretia was pretty sure). The unoccupied booths were still dirty from the last patrons. The barkeep raised a hand to greet her, still clutching a dirty dish rag.

"Here for a drink?" he called.

"Not at the moment, I'm afraid," Lucretia said. "I'm here for the, uhm. The open mic?"

"Just missed it," the barkeep said, lowering his rag. "Though, we've got another in two weeks' time, if you've got somethin' you're looking to perform-"

"Oh, I'm not- I wasn't planning on performing," Lucretia said. "Just listening. But if no one showed up-"

The door snapped open again. Lucretia thought it was just the wind for a second, until she turned and saw a young-ish half-elf in the doorway. He was much too dressed up for the occasion, with a fancy shirt and a poofy hat with a feather in it. He was dripping as if he had fallen into a lake on the way over. In one hand was a violin case. In the other, damp sheet music.

He seemed to realize that everyone was staring at him and shuffled a few feet further inside.

"Uhh," he said. He cleared his throat. "Did I, uhm, did I miss it?"

"I said to be here at six, didn't I?" the barkeep said, sounding faintly annoyed. "Can you tell time, Johann?"

"Uh, yeah," he said. "I just, uhm, got… sidetracked."

"You look like you fell in the ocean," the barkeep said.

"You're not- you're not super far off-"

"It doesn't matter where you were," the barkeep said. "It's nine now, anyhow. No more open mic."

"It's not like we're missin' much!" one of the dwarfs' hollered. Johann winced, and the barkeeper ignored the comment completely.

"But I wrote a good one this time," Johann said, holding up the soggy sheet music. Lucretia could see him blush in the dim light. "I- I can do it without the sheet music. I have it memorized."

"Two weeks," the barkeep said like they had had this conversation several times before. "Be on time. You want a cuppa?"

Johann looked torn for a second, but ultimately sludged up to the bar. He deposited his violin case on the counter and his soggy sheet music fell on top of it with a splat.

"Actually," Lucretia said, "I would like a drink."

"Atta girl," the barkeep said. Lucretia grimaced but went to sit anyway. She took the stool next to Johann, who was slumped over the bar. "What'd'you want?"

"Cider," Johann said, with the emotion of a depressed seal.

"I'll take a cider, as well," Lucretia said. Johann glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. The barkeep nodded and set the rag over his shoulder, disappearing into the back room. The gaggle of dwarves chattered on across the room. Lucretia tapped her fingers against the bar. Eventually, she built up the confidence to say, "so you play the violin?"

"I'm not interested in a hookup, lady," Johann said.

"Oh, fuck no," Lucretia said. "Sorry- no. You're- gods, no."

"Uhm," Johann said. Okay, okay, okay, back on track Lucretia.

"I'm just- I'm trying to find a bard for an… organization I'm forming," Lucretia said, a little bit quieter. Secretive. Cool. Collected. Join my secret shitty moon organization, please? "I figured an open mic would be a good place to start, but I was a little too late, it seems. If you still wanted to perform, I wouldn't mind seeing what you can do."

"…you're choosing all the wrong words for convincing me this isn't a hookup," Johann said, squinting at her.

"It's not," Lucretia said shortly. "That- again, sorry, no thanks. Can I- how would you like to help save the world? Is that a better opener?"

"Cheesy, but a little better," Johann said. He sit up a little and his hat dripped water onto the bar. "Save the world how, though? I'm not gonna be joining some- some Fantasy Avengers shit, lady, I got stuff to do. You see these arms?" He held out his arm, which was dripping wet and skinny as a starved kitten. "I'm not exactly Iron Man over here, you can't expect me to be some kind of musical tank."

"Not at all," Lucretia said. She vaguely wondered if this is how Davenport felt, hiring her. No, that train of thought wasn't productive at all. She needed more gravitas. That would fix all her problems. "All I need you to do is write."

[drcloudtheclown]

Angry Tsams/Tsbs Fandom Rant

This is a long one, don't read it if you don't wanna

Apologies in advance if some things don't make sense, English isn't my first language, and I tend to phrase things weirdly.

I want to, really badly, REALLY, really badly, make friends in the tsams/general tsbs fandom, but some of you guys make it so hard, especially with what I've been seeing snip bits of

I thought the warrior cats had its issues (love you guys🫶) but in my entire 17 years of life I have never EVER seen a fandom this fucking horrible. A fandom this at their throats with each other that it makes people not only in the fandom but outside of it neverous to post literally anything because of what they could be shown or threatened with, hell, im one of those people who are too nervous to post certain things because of this. I haven't seen anything this vile since amino, and that's saying a lot. Amino was crazy.

I originally thought when joining this fandom, "Hey, it'd be cool if I make some friends here! Maybe make a server or something!" I only know 3 or so people here who are genuinely so nice that I feel comfortable interacting with them. (If you're someone who I'm mutuals with or interact with, you aren't the issue, I apologize if you come across this post, I'm not in a great mood, love you guys 🫶 and sorry again.)

I've never, ever had to make a post like this, but holy. There are some horrible, despicable, and immature people in this fandom. Even at 12, I would know this kind of behavior towards others is not acceptable. Makes me want to vomit.

God, genuinely, haven't been this upset for a few years. A part of me still wants to make friends and have a group to talk with, but god dammit. This fandom.

Some of you should be ashamed of the atrocious actions you've done, with the horrible imagery you've shown. Your families would be disappointed. What about the people you grew up with, seeing you behave like this? Parents, siblings, friends. But you kind of people, and you know who you are, never think about that. Hell, some of you might be adults doing this. What's that say about you when a kid knows better than to behave and act the way you do?

If your family won't say it, I will.

I'm very disappointed in you.

And you should be disappointed in yourselves as well. But you won't. Will you? Because you think that hiding behind screens or the "big people" will keep you safe from the consequences of your actions.

I'm really tired now, I'm probably gonna go draw comfort characters or something

[sglmun]

Название: Autumn wind. Любовь равна смерти

Пейтинг/Фэндом: Stray Kids, минсоны

Метки: домашние животные, грусть, любовь, что прошла испытания времени, счастье, открытый финал, признание в любви, доверие, попытка самоубийства, помощь, взаимоотношения, психология, счастливый финал

Описание:

Джисон, что потерял всех кого любил, понимает свои чувства, только после его смерти и винит себя, что не дал надежду жить. Но что если это всё был чёткий план?

— Судьба нападает неожиданно только на тех, кто её боится

— Почему, меня всё бросают? Я так плох в отношениях?

— Возможно, это потому что твой хён мафия?

Начало

Обычный осенний день. Джисон как всегда идёт по своей любимой алее. Раньше он со своим лучшим другом здесь часто играли под присмотром брата Джисона, но времена прошлом. Его лучший друг умер, умер несколько лет назад, а брат пропал без вести. Джисон постоянно задавался вопросом, как он до такого докатился.

Считал ли Джисон виноватым себя в смерти друга? Однозначно. Был, ли он виноватым в его смерти? Однозначно, нет. Он винил себя, что не смог убедить друга детства не вступать в мафию. А потом позволил ему пойти на задание, которое с самого начала было ловушкой. Памятью о друге остались лишь три пушистых хвостика. А ещё один случай.. Придя на могилу друга, Джисон положил две кроваво-алых хризантемы, около памятника. Присев на лавочку, что стояла возле могилы, он смотрел как по небу плывут облака, такие красивые, прекрасные, лёгкого розоватого оттенка. В одно мгновение он увидел лицо своего друга. Закрыв глаза и через секунду оглянувшись по сторонам он никого не увидел.

После этого он пошел к своему знакомому психологу, они учились вместе. На что тот сказал, что ему просто нужно отвлечься, забыть на мгновение о друге, просто оставить прошлое в прошлом. Но Джисон, так не мог, он не мог забыть дружбу, что была с 6 лет, брата который заменял родителей, которые постоянно были увлечены работой, у них не было время для сыновей. Но их можно понять, надо же на что-то жить. После исчезновения брата, отец попал в больницу и умер, а мать доже долго не продержалась, практически сразу ушла за отцом.

Сейчас ему 22, идя по алее, он думал, "а что если бы меня не было? Тогда бы всё было хорошо? Он бы не умер? Они бы были живы?".

Нет, он должен собраться. Его дома ждут и что будет если он умрет, кто за ними будет ухаживать? Правильно, никто. Кому нужны чужие заботы, да и лишние денежные расходы? Никому. Такова правда мира. Либо ты их, либо они тебя. Жестоко? Непременно. Справедливо? Никак нет.

Живя уже шесть лет один, он понял, что его больше не притягивают девушки. Причина была банальной, как свет - предательство. Сколько бы он не заводил отношений, а все они были провальными. Та изменила, та бросила, некоторых он сам прогнал, потому что не уважали маленьких жителей, этого дома.

У него есть парень Рей. Многие говорили ему не связываться с ним, но как говорится сердцу не прикажешь. Он принимал его пушистых друзей, даже не обижал ни разу и те кажись приняли его.

Они уже полгода вместе, это рекорд по сравнению с девушками, те уходили от него спустя месяц если не больше. Правда у них было недопонимание, Рей не понимал почему Джисон не хочет ему доверится. Да он понимал, что он у него первый парень. Понимал, что страшно. Он всё понимал, но не мог принять.

И вот придя домой, после работы, Джисон в коридоре замечает чужие кросовки и куртку. Подходя ближе к комнате он слышит стоны? Открыв дверь, он застал не самую приятную картину. Его парень, втрахивает в матрас какую-то шлюху. Застывшие в глазах слезы, так и норовили прокатиться по щекам, но Джисон держался он не должен показывать слабость. Заметив Джисона, Рей пытался как-то оправдаться, на что получал лишь один и тот же ответ, а девушка сразу же убежала прочь из этого дурдома.

— Убирайся! –кричал Джисон, кидая на пол стеклянную тарелку.

— Да, пожалуйста. Я вообще-то мужык и у меня есть свои потребности, а ты жалкая тряпка, что ни на что, не способна – громко хлопнув дверью Рей ушёл, а Джисон скатился по двери прямо на пол, горько плача. Больно Чертовски больно, осознавать, что тебе врали и изменили. А один, ли раз изменили?

Суни притупилась возле него Джисона, трясь головой о колени. Дуни и Дори облепили его с других сторон, не оставляя одного падать в бездну грусти и печали. Эти три казалось бы незначительных и маленьких клубочков шерсти, были огоньком света в бушующей штормом душе Джисона. Они давали ему надежду, стимул жить. Но понимает, ли он это? Невозможно сказать.

Джисон просидел на полу рыдая больше часа, но ничего не помогало. Но тут ему в голову закралась мысль. На которую был один ответ "А почему и нет?"

Идя по ночной дороге, фонари отражались в лужах води, а маленькие капли уже промочили Джисона до нитки, пальто от воды стало тяжёлым и скинув его Джисон пошел вперёд в одной футболке уже насквозь промокла, но его это сейчас волновало меньше всего. Листье по прилипало к асфальту, а лёгкий осенний ветер дул прямо в лицо. На улицах безлюдно, никого нет, это и хорошо не хотелось чтобы кто-то видел его слёзы, но даже если и захотели то не смогли б ведь дождь скрывал все следы преступления.

И вот то место, то злосчастное место где он последний раз видел своего друга. Иронично однако, он понял свою чувства к нему, только после его смерти. Под кожу закра��ывался вопрос - "Зачем? Почему я ему не дал шанс на отношения?". Это и было ещё одной причиной, почему он винил себя в смерти друга. От осознания того, что он мог дать очень вескую причину жить своему другу, но не дал слезы ещё быстрее лились по щекам брюнета.

Мост «Любви», но кто сказал, что любовь это всегда хорошо? Правильно, никто. Иногда она может убить. Да и к тому же, если подумать то любовь всегда заканчивается смертью, рано или поздно, все умирают, только как? В одиночестве или с второй половинкой? Это уже не нам решать.

Принять это решение может только судьба, чёртова судьба. Но почему? Почему кому-то она даёт шанс на любовь, а у кого-то отбирает? Несправедливо. Да, это несправедливо, но сколько от смерти, от судьбы, от участи не беги, она всё равно тебя догонит, настигнет и захватит с головой.. рано.. или... поздно.

Так, почему, он должен страдать? Потому-что так предрешено судьбой? Ну уж нет. Джисон не из тех, кто будет подчинятся. Но из тех кто может сдаться.

Говорят перед смертью, мы видим всё что произошло с нами за жизнь. Вот он и решил, проверить правда ли это.

Стоя на краю моста Джисон думал " А я его увижу?". Отпустив руки от решетки, он уже практически начал падать, как вдруг его кто-то резко дёрнул за руку. Одним рывком он оказался на руках у какого-то мужчины, в глазах плыло и за мгновение Хан понял, это он. Неужели всё он умер? Нет, он не умер, он жив, но не сон ли это?

Положив руку на лицо мужчины он легонько погладил его щеку и прошептав тихонько «настоящий..», потерял сознание

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[martistonfire]

a little bit of backstory about this.

so my DnD character is the cat. his name is Minse Garlic and he is so so stupid. he is a chef and a rouge.

he was given (stole) a cheese that was very stinky. and the whole party failed to investigate the specific nature of magic around this cheese.

so he ate some.

this had minse roll on a random effects table. the DM did not tell me what the result of this was.

Minse then decided to try and cook with it for one of the people the party was investigating. He was employed in the kitchen and brought the cheese with a breakfast platter.

this broke bad for Minse pretty quickly. The guy he was serving nearly died from the stink of the cheese alone. thinking this was an assassination attempt, he attacked Minse and paralyzed him with a poison dagger.

then the effect of this cheese kicked in. "attracts bears"

12 bears (a random number of bears rolled on a d12) charged through the front door of this man's house allowing Minse to get free.

the cheese began to telepathically communicate with Minse expressing a desire to become a sharper cheese. so mince let it age in a milk bath (and incidentally grow stronger)

while he set that aside. Minse thanked the bears for his rescue. and they ended up adopting him. (what is a cat but a small bear)

when Minse returned to the cheese, it had become much stronger and introduced itself as Harold. It dubbed Minse the first cleric of Harold.

anyways thats how my stupid cat oc started a religion and created a god in DnD

[infosthings]

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[metamorphosedsapphic]

The jokes about "the kids yearn for the minse" are well known in geology faculties the world over btw. Yes, we say it to eachother every time we're in the field. One time the professors told us "grab your hammers" and left us by the tailings dump of an old silver mine to find all the minerals they left behind because they weren't exploitable. Ever heard the sound of 50 hammers striking rock on a mountainside? It's heavenly. I think they're putting dwarf hormones in our water at university.

[egooppidum]

Minse was not recruited and his tadpole has taken full control of him. He says his final words as he falls in combat

Minsc: Boo... I have been having the strangest dream... Boo...?

[wutlaikalikes]

Wordle 1,180 4/6

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[lsttcs]

GAR Forgets His Insellin?

Look

let’s look in the garden

Guarded calling of it

the flower spot

Call it extra, not the other plants,

call it the corner spot

Let’s find the poor man’s last utensil

Last reach and check under dirt

wouldn’t you like

All such color

A little dugout where the smoke

could raise

Elevate a mood?

SO ON TWO

Pretty pretty

Petty petty

But a little smoke could

make a few

so happy

And reinstate

that flower spot

Look, more come by

with seasons on the in ride

And you gotta put something in it

If ya moved it

Like don’t reposition those flowers

Slink to the floor

Block it out

Oh you say you’re just doing a nice

job

You’re doing a nice job

Wouldn’t you like if it was doing

a great job

Those flowers

So you could burn ‘em

Blaze burn POP 

BANG

And whatever to put in that bowl

Pop pop fizz, wheelz

Sneeze after every

Grease leaking out the great hubs

And it would be better if there was something good

of that smoke

And if grimey hands did not

Unrest those flowers

But so as so after every time you’re moving

You’re just taking what?

You’re not loosing

Just rotting

As the smoke ribbons raise towards the sky

And the left rear-adoue spot

Of those budded faces

Best pretend their human

Cuz’ you’re always bending those pretty ‘uns too

And if it made me proper

You’d tare any out, right out

To get back

Even in vantages of suppossed action

Where I don’t even have the damn dug out pipe

to begin with

So without me

Minse’s

Bend around all our natural growing things

Beauty, you’re not

An empty

An empty search

You’re anything empty, retch’

And upon this pedastal

I want everything back

And you all out of the fucking garden

You surequant

diasitopossed

Freaking barely water,

foam and grit

leakers

You’ve never done a good thing,

besides wait on flowers

And what about all that you’ve stolen?

[abcthv9597]

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[williams-spare-chassis]

☆⚘️ welcome to my blog! ⚘️☆

—> f1, books, music, yadda yadda

—> fav teams/drivers: carlos sainz, george russell, alex albon, liam lawson, ferrari, merc, williams

—> want to get into indycar so bad

—> music: noah kahan, gracie abrams, role model, maisie peters, the 1975

—> mostly web weaves & shitposts. i disappear for long periods of time and come back like nothing happened. please don't minse.

—> please be my friend (this is a threat)

[lescroniques]

Tardor i pantans

OllyPlu. iStock / Getty Images Plus La tardor s’està mostrant pobre pel que fa a precipitacions al país. A totes les comarques, els valors són minsos i, a les capçaleres dels pantans més grans i importants del país, les pluges han estat minses, tret de l’Aran, Alta Ribagorça, Vall Fosca i Pallars Sobirà. En aquests observatoris els registres han estat molt importants en alguns casos. Entre…

[martistonfire]

he id eepy

[444names]

Names generated from hypocorisms, theophoric and Irish names

Abdie Abdun Abhadie Abhártiam Adhna Aitchalie Albhlaine Allidh Ambirt Amentash Amhar Amheach Amheachot Amhosacha Ammim Amorry Amuil Amuiríose Andáilín Anghie Annia Aodheo Aodhrás Aoibhalbh Aoirgie Aonna Aonnel Aostes Arcead Arcus Aregg Argus Arnad Arnán Arric Arsianng Avivernie...

Baigne Baoibébh Basiarann Bearcán Beargaits Bekoll Bentjim Bepeiggy Berbijach Beream Berry Bilín Bogdaomen Boghal Boghanny Bogus Braev Brania Brikennia Briúdás Bryrickie Bréad Bréash Buaddy Bualle Bufer Bébhín Cadeny Cadhghaci Cadhna Caidhla Cairghep Caithael Callachil Callait Callaniah Camen Caoibh Carbhandy Catep Catigua Catomhet Catrí Catty Choberce Chore Ciachilín Ciahmaoir Ciall Ciane Ciariste Cilín Cinger Ciobhán Clait Clonc Clorict Cobby Cobhri Coiliff Colug Conatit Conchean Congenny Conna Connch Coregy Cornie Cornán Coswalph Críosnal Cróilla Cúchadh Cúmhán Dabhilly Daith Dameridhn Damharry Danie Danne Danue Dathernín Dathnaim Dathnat Davdornat Deadhn Deamhghie Dedudis Denchtany Dennidie Derghardh Dezeb Diarnie Donchán Donniell Doreadh Dortíonán Dotep Douire Douiredie Douiríon Dubaldo Dubaliodh Duball Dudian Dully Déaghal Dóirigín Dúnla Eachdín Eacki Earanib Earry Earty Ededullim Efernias Eiginny Eignedi Eillie Eireaga Emhghual Emkhnam Emonacht Ericky Evenna Eóilín Fanny Feach Fearg Fearial Feath Fedemam Feimhna Fermilly Ferry Fiamhárl Fianlan Fiashelm Finsel Fintu Fioddy Fionaidh Fionnael Flacky Flait Flaoim Forre Frich Frisnach Fétha Gabhlait Gabrits Gaitha Geibhán Gerkhtna Ginmo Ginny Gobby Goirghlah Gragán Grearig Greas Greerual Gréaf Guale Hallac Halphinny Heach Hearnán Heppeddy Honainnya Horap Horapolm Iachillah Imantóidy Iothael Irrian Islás Isreargie Izzie Iósaoib Iúdán Jahhob Jeddy Jeffra Jenjy Jennea Jernell Jerre Jesseall Jimmais Jodhall Johadha Johnais Joonny Judoldie Kamhán Karearre Koterceac Kylekna Laitz Landya Langer Liamis Liastíose Lijannán Liliff Lizzy Lochna Lommy Lorachan Lothbh Loughan Louirí Machorry Madhán Maibadhna Maibha Maileargh Mainie Maisid Maitchdín Maith Mallaill Mamoey Manneaddy Mannid Mannya Maodorm Mattlie Maurcha Mauris Maxank Meilíom Melie Mendy Menue Menán Merbha Merch Mernaelf Mikenice Milbhlan Milie Minse Monnidi Monnie Monya Morodhar Mosait Mosheo Moshie Muinny Muiríd Muris Móiremhán Mórah Mórlas Naidhgh Namenn Naoinéis Nathy Neachán Niahhormo Numhan Odhrannie Odhráill Odonce Oimorie Olileán Ollach Ovidh Ozsilf Patimie Peilly Penty Penán Perbhóg Petern Petri Pilís Polli Polucky Priarcus Proby Pruard Pruat Ptayd Pádrekev Pádriú Radgenn Radhe Raith Raithuie Ramar Ramhóg Ranreall Raoin Rekotedub Rianuel Rikenninn Rionaidh Rislianic Ristep Risíle Roclonain Rodhrian Rodón Rotefeath Ruadh Ruadhris Ruaile Rualann Ruirek Réanlace Réarny Róisnal Saevie Saindy Salgi Samenin Samenny Saolly Saotheart Seaghan Seale Sealfie Seben Senchac Senkim Seodhaggy Shaelly Shilín Shubhael Slarnaid Smeack Sobenn Sobhán Squadh Squell Stach Stachdín Standás Stayd Steddy Steveen Suimhín Séadh Séall Séari Síonnal Tachdín Tainnaits Tandy Tefearty Teffragán Tenji Tevill Tharr Theoir Thmoren Tifram Tigín Timhe Timmait Tisia Toire Tramharr Triel Trisid Tunain Tuncht Uaimhóg Uaisnel Uanus Uargha Ubaitz Udiac Vadhuck Vanosaony Vasie Vidie Vivey Viviv Wathann Wattlin Wennchan Willach Wilín Wimhín Wimhíonán Wingie Woodharse Xavdonn Xavinm Zekie Áinsie Éamose Éarnín Éidhán Éimmie Éirenjy Émerdi Éthanndán Óraigi Órdhbhaom Đokatt

[gurocities]

Once you read this chain letter, you cannot get out. Finish reading this until it is done!

Hi, I am Teddy. I am 7 years old. I have no eyes and blood all over my face. I am dead. If you don’t send this to at least 12 people, I will come to your house at midnight and I’ll hide under your bed. When you’re asleep, I’ll kill you.

Don’t believe me?

Case 1: Patty Buckles got this chain e-mail. She didn’t believe in chain letters. Well, foolish patty. She was sleeping when her TV started flickering on and off. Now she’s not with us anymore. Ha ha Patty, Ha ha! You don’t want to be like Patty, do you?

Case 2: George M. Simon hated chain e-mails, but he didn’t want to die that night. He sent it to 4 people. Not good enough, George. Now George is in coma. We don’t know if he’ll ever wake up. Ha ha George, Ha ha! Now, do you want to be like George?

Case 3: Valerie Tyler got this chain e-mail. Just another chain letter, or so she thought. Only had 7 people to send to. Well, that night when she was having a shower, she saw a bloody figure in the mirror. She got the biggest fright of her life. Valerie is scarred for life.

Case 4: Derek Minse was a smart person. He sent it to 12 people. Later that day, he found a $100 bill on the ground. He was promoted to head manager at his job and his girlfriend agreed to marry him. Now, he and his wife are living happily ever after. They have two beautiful children.

Send this to at least 12 people or you’ll face the consequences.

0 people- You will die tonight!

1-6 people- You will be injured!

7-11 people- You will get the biggest fright of your life!

12 and over- You are safe and will have a good fortune!

Do what Teddy says!!!! Hurry, you must send this to 12 people before midnight.