#so grumpy i didn't crack a single joke in here. the best i could do was my previous post.

[ontoilogical]

arcane end of s2

My impressions. Spoilers of course.

For all the good storylines and setup, Arcane didn't land them well. This was my worry from the start, because a good setup is not enough and not a guarantee that the payoff for the narrative and emotional build up will be good. I would not have expected a Riot Games IP to make layered political commentary along with badass, genre-pushing narrative music sequences, allow their characters to be flawed in a way where, yes, you may not like the whole of the protagonist, even if you're emotionally following and cheering for their journey. And yet they did... until the last three episodes that brought the series back into its gaming origins.

A lot of what happened in those three episodes simply wasn't narratively earned. The Piltover-Zaun collab against the Borg. Mel's sudden sHe'S a mAge shift, when she was extremely and, pointedly, the one without any combat skills, instead an accomplished diplomat. I would have accepted defensive qualities, but her dependence on skilled fighters in a violent world is an interesting premise, for she is strong, but that strength also hinges on other people's abilities and assistance. Ambessa's death. I don't even know what to say about that, other than making a League of Legends game mechanic reference how she's shouldn't have gone 1v2. Hells, how they frame Vi and Caitlyn's reunion and sex scene felt strange to me.

I did not see Caitlyn coming back to her moral base entirely, which is fine and may be a good decision for the concept of the character, but I feel it was left muddied, without addressing her journey towards temporary tyranny beyond the line Vi says, in a scene that felt stronger in a Tumblr gif than the series.

Vi's characterisation, meanwhile, ends up as a season-long journey of being lost and not being able to have the lesson of "you can't save Powder... or Jinx, or anyone" stick. She's not politically relevant to either Piltover or Zaun and thus doesn't really participate with any significance beyond following Caitlyn's suggestion. Her convictions are tied within a family she has lost and ends the series with an, again, strange line about how she's there to be with Caitlyn. It almost reads as a co-dependent personality manifesting in life circumstances where she literally has nowhere else to be, which doesn't feel very rewarding to viewers who like the pairing. Again, could be interesting storyline material, but it wasn't done well. The storyline leaves us with an impression of her having no agency and not being afforded a celebration of her character within the storyline.

The way Maddie fucks off takes away from the setup of Caitlyn dating her, rendering it completely irrelevant. The implication is basically "she was actually evil, thus whatever her and Caitlyn had was not relevant or a source of conflict or complexity. For that evil she (conveniently) dies, although she wasn't an obstacle to begin with".

And don't get me started on Jayce and Viktor, who have somehow managed to, within the fandom, or more broadly I don't know, eclipse Caitlyn and Vi as Arcane's Important Couple. Their entwined souls locked in a lifelong loop explode together and save Piltover and Zaun from destruction, while Vi is the dirt under Caitlyn's nails lmfao. I never noticed fandom's preference for The Gays over The Lesbians, because I am so deeply uninterested in couples with men that I do not offer any attention to them, but this time it feels a bit... bad.

The series was still excellent, relevant, an animation marvel, with some really good content and some scenes that will live rent free in my head. And some old part of me that cared about Vi and Caitlyn's pairing is finally mostly sated and calmed, but Arcane's end is not raptuous – it's a Marvel-flavour of epic fight scenes against an other-wordly foe, where characters die or maybe-die at a breakneck pace that would make GoT blush and a storyline's end that that has more to do with the sequel than the two seasons it consisted of. Whatever difficult commentary on society or politics relevant for the world WE live in was trivialised into formulaic boom boom solve the bad problem, the end. That is what I meant when I said going back to its capital g gaming origins.

Gentle disclaimer... I watched this while I was sick, tired and sleepy, so it's not the most layered or seasoned option I've given so far, but I don't get the impression some detail would change my impression by much.

Edit: Just a final thought. I think ALL the narrative decisions they've made could stay and be considered Good Storytelling, if there was a sufficient amount of padding and contextualising added between the scenes (the scenes simply needed proper introduction to make them impact the way they were intended to). Maybe they counted on that - animation is a slow and arduous format and a story doesn't need to spoon feed explanations for every aspect of a storyline, but there is simply too much here to fill.

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

2. Nick being teased by his whole family that tickling isn't something yo be embarrassed about

(Bonus, Andrew or Jessie tickle him, teasing him about what his family says but he gets them back)

A Ticklish Dinner Conversation

It was a Saturday night, and Nick was having his friends Andrew and Jessi over for dinner. Of course, Andrew and Nick spent most of the time dribbling a basketball around Nick's room, whilst Jessi spent most of the time on Nick's bed scrolling through her phone. If anything, Jessi was the big sister of the friend group.

"Dinner time!", Nick's dad announced, the three kids scrambling to get the seat furthest away from Mr. Birch. Nick got their first, sitting on the opposite side of Leah at the end of the table. Andrew sat between Nick and Leah. Jessi sat on the other side of the table, which was, coincidentally, next to Judd.

"So", Nick's dad said, "How is your father Andrew?"

"Grumpy", Andrew responded, "He says there are no good tuna places around here".

"Did you tell him to just get sushi and peel of the rice?", Nick suggested.

"The only thing I will peel off", Judd said, "Is your skin".

Jessi's eyes drooped at him.

"Wow, Judd, getting a little violent tonight I see".

"I'm always violent".

Nick's dad shook his head, "I know. Your the violent one. You are so violent whilst Leah and Nicky are both so calm".

"Except for when Nick is tickled", Nick's mother said, "He can get pretty violent when he's tickled".

Nick blushed deeply and tried to avoid eye contact with his friends; who he could tell were smirking without him even looking.

"Mooooom, now is not the time", Nick said a little urgently.

Nick's mother laughed: "Oh please! It's just tickling".

"Yeah", his dad added, "Nothing to be embarrassed about there. I, for one, am rather ticklish myself. I have a really bad spot on my-"

"Okay, I'm leaving", Nick said, trying to sound assertive but just sounding quiet.

"Oh Nick, please don't tell me tickling is a sensitive subject for you", Leah said, before smirking at her own joke.

"No", Nick said, turning around, "It's not a sensitive subject. It's just that, uh, I'm not ticklish".

"Wo-hoa!", Jessi remarked, standing up, "Now that's one of the biggest, fattest, stinkiest lies I've ever heard".

"Yeah", Andrew said, "I agree with Jessi. Mostly".

"Wait, how do YOU guys know that?", Leah asked, intrigued to hear some silly story about her brother and his friends.

"No!", Nick urged, "Don't answer that".

"Oh, we'll tell the whooole story", Andrew said, enjoying how pissed it made Nick.

"Yeah", Jessi said, "We'll tell all of you how each of us found out about how ticklish Nick is, not sparing a single detail!"

Nick was getting so red, and even a little giggly, that he didn't have the energy to oppose.

“Me first!”, Andrew said enthusiastically, before reciting the tale...

It was Spring break, and Andrew and Nick were having a sleepover. Nick and Andrew had this recurring thing that whenever they had a sleepover, one of them jumped out of the closet and scared the other. On that day, it was Andrew’s turn to be scared, Nick jumping out and yelling ‘boo’ at him so abruptly that it almost made Andrew drop his towel. Nick burst into laughter.

“Oh, you think that's fucking funny?”

“You should have seen the look on your face!”, Nick remarked, still cracking up.

Andrew rolled his eyes and sighed, “I’m gonna go get changed”.

After Andrew has slipped his PJ’s on, he started plotting a way to get his best friend back. Sure, he scared Nick the last time, but it was just a little boo, not a full on clown attack. 

“That was very childish of you Nicholous”, Andrew said, walking up to his best buddy who was slipping his head through his pyjama shirt.

“Your the childish one! You screamed like a girl!”

“Hey, that’s sexist. And of the two of us, you are definitely the child”.

“Oh really”, Nick responded, “Is that a challenge? Because I know that you still sleep with a very special pillow”.

Andrew huffed, “Well your really short! I bet you could get mistaken for a little kid any time”.

“Could not!”

“Could too!”

“Could not!”

“Stop arguing baby Nicky, or the tickle monster might come!”, Andrew mocked, wiggling his fingers in Nick’s direction. Surprisingly however, Nick actually squeaked and jumped. Andrew stared at him for a second, and Nick blushed deeply.

“Nick, are you?”

“No, no I’m not, your a baby, I’m a big boy, end of discussion-ah!”

Andrew had poked Nick’s belly gently, making him jump and recoil.

“Haha! You are ticklish!”, Andrew remarked with glee, “Come here little Nicky...”

Nick screamed and ran, out of his door and down the stairs. 

Nick’s parents thought nothing of it as their boy ran across the front porch, followed closely by a chuckling Andrew. Andrew caught Nick in the front garden, picked him up and pushed him to the ground, reaching down to tickle his sides.

“No! Haha! Andrehehew!”

“No! Andrew!”, Andrew mocked, “Take it Nicholous!”.

“Oh God!”, he remarked, squirming around as Andrew found his ticklish ribs. “Oh gohohod that tickles! Ahaha!”

Andrew grinned deviously, “A little sensitive there Nicky?”

Nick tried to turn over to block Andrew’s hand. It worked; he squashed Andrew’s hand between his side and the grassy ground.

“Ow!”, he said, lifting his hand up, “Nick, why did you do that?”

Nick smiled, “You deserved it man, you were tickling me”.

“Oh come on, you would have done that too!”, Andrew said, “If you found out I was ticklish you would have tickled me, and I wouldn’t have squashed your hand like that!”

Nick raised his eyebrows, “Are you ticklish Andrew?”

“And that’s how it happened”, Andrew said, “I responded no, of course”.

Nick was blushing deep, but slightly managed to peep put, “That’s-that’s not what happened”.

Andrew chuckled, “Whatever”.

“Interesting story Andrew”, Nick’s mom said, “Very very cute”.

Andrew looked to Nick, who looked practically crimson at this point.

“Ok, my turn”, Jessi said.

Nick and Jessi were sitting alone under one of the school trees, as Andrew was sick that day. Jessi was talking about how things like Barbie enforced negative gender stereotypes, and every few seconds, Nick agreed with a nod. 

“Anyways”, Jessi concluded, “What toys did you play with as a child?”

Nick thought for a moment, “Well, I had a teddy bear and that was about it”/

“Really?”, Jessi said, “That's surprising, I thought your parents spoiled you”/

“Ohh, you asked what toys I played with, not what toys I owned”.

Jessi laughed, “What, you had a whole bunch of toys lying around that you did’nt play with”.

“Pretty much”. 

Jessi leanded over and poked Nick softly in the ribs.

“Hehe, careful, I’m ticklish”, Nick said, shifting away slightly.

Jessi raised her eyebrows, “Oh really?”

“Wait, no don’t”, Nick said urgently, shuffling away.

Jessi chuckled and reached over to tickle Nick’s torso. He fell backwards and collapsed in laughter.

“No, nohoh! Jehessi!”

Jessi smirked, “Hmmm, this is a sight isn’t it? I wonder where your worst ticklish spots are-”

“Haha! Tickles! Ahahaha!”

Nick was jerking around, back and fourth. Jessi tried to give the sides of his torso, right under his armpits, a little squeeze.

“Nahaha! Ahahaha!”

Jessi smiled, “Oh, that one does look pretty sensitive, but there’s got to be a spot that really makes you collapse. Everyone has one”.

Jessi looked down at his knees, “Perhaps here?”

She squeezed and tickled at his knees, making him burst into screamy laughter.

“NOHOHHO! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”

Nick had tears forming in his eyes.

“Oh. I guess that's the spot”, Jessi concluded, lifting her hands.

Nick sat up, recovering. “You-you said that everyone had a spot right?”

Jessi tilted her head, “Huh?”

“A really bad tickle spot that makes them collapse. If everyone has one, what’s yours”.

“And that's the end of the story. I of course responded that I didn’t have one”. Jessi concluded.

“Tha-hats not what happened”, Nick chuckled nervously.

“Wow”, Leah said, “It seemed like in that story Nick actually wanted to be tickled”.

“WHAT?!”

“I mean, he told Jessi that he was ticklish, and he didn’t try to squish her hand like he did Andrew’s. Heck, I don’t even recall him asking you to stop Jessi”.

“Scroll up to check if that’s true”, Andrew quickly added, “Oh and don’t forget to reblog!”

Nick was still blushy and giggly.

“So, Nicky, do you like being tickled like your father does?”, Nick’s mom said, giving her husband’s knee a gentle squeeze.

“No-hohoho”, he giggled. 

“Oh come on, you totally do!”, Leah remarked, running around the table and lifting up her brother, making him scream.

“Put me down Leah!”

“As you wish”, Leah dropped Nick onto the couch and tickled him immediately. Nick squirmed and tossed and turned, not able to escape. It got even worse when Jessi and Andrew joined in, tickling his knees and tummy. 

Nick’s parents let that happen, sitting and clinking their glasses together. It was nice to see Nick and his sister and friends laughing and having a good time. 

Surprisingly, that was not the most embarrassing Birch family dinner to ever take place when friends were around.

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 29

First time reader click here

Feels like this story is flopping. Is it flopping? Idk. This chapter is 100% plot and it is spooky. Cursed demon box. Helpful Stephen Strange and grumpy Wong. Hovering Bruce and Tony. Loki being a honorary Gen-Z. Found family but make it ✨superheroes✨.

"That's a lot to unpack," Peter stated once I had given him the bare bones report of the situation at hand. "Uh, are you okay?" The boy was obviously upset at my predicament, placing a supportive hand on my shoulder.

"Kinda?" I offered, making space for Wanda and Pietro who decided to join me and Peter, away from the arguing adults. The mission discussion - an absolute disaster - started as soon as Peter had walked in. Evidently experienced in such matters, the boy ignored the bickering and came over to steal me from Bruce's clutches to peacefully finish his egg sandwich in the company of his peers.

"I wanted to ask if I could see your memory of that time," Wanda meekly offered me a piece of candy. I accepted it - sugar sweet sugar, how I love thee so! The witch continued with a smile: "I think it would be helpful to see what we're dealing with, magic-wise."

"Sure," I trusted her. "Just don't scramble what's left of my sanity, please," All of us laughed at my remark as I laid down on the cold floor with my head in Wanda's lap. Her powers felt like small brain zaps, tingles that began at the front of my forehead and ran down into my spine. I followed her instructions and thought about the times I remembered, finding the box, placing it into my closet, the nightmares. I had a mild headache by the time she was done; no grudges against her - Wanda tactfully avoided my private moments and looked only at the ones containing the artifact.

"You've gotten really good," I complimented her with pure adoration.

"Thank you," She blushed, smoothing back my stray hairs. "That stuff is really strong. I don't think you should go near the box," She admitted. "And Doc should take a look at you. You have a residue left. I don't think that's good either."

"Well, fuck," I said in muted resignation.

"Press F to pay respects," Pietro joked in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.

"Your luck is almost as bad as mine," Peter pointed out.

I scoffed. "Well, if I see any spiders around, I'll be sure to stay away in case they happen to be radioactive OsCorp runaways."

All of us laughed. Despite the grim situation, I didn't feel doomed. I was surrounded by friends and my boyfriends and my bestie who happened to be a mythical omnipotent god- welp, once again, I was getting too emotional. Once the adults were done arguing, we could start making sense of this mess and hopefully clean it up before the monster is out of the box.

"Mortals," I heard Loki scoff. The next moment, the Asgardian sat down noisily next to me, pout on full display. "This house is a nightmare."

His expression - or the accidental use of a meme - sent me completely, tension leaving my body via copious amounts of nearly hysterical laughter. Through tears and hiccups, I saw Wanda cackle with me and Peter show the meme in question to Loki, noting that he had been once sent to time-out on top of the fridge by Tony himself. Soon, all of us were laughing, much to the displeasure of the adults.

"Children, what is the issue?" Thor asked, irritated.

"We're just waiting for you to be done with arguing," I spoke before Loki could start bitching about Thor calling him a child. "Then I can show Steve and Loki where exactly have I buried the box so Stephen can take me to the healers and get this thing out of me or whatever," I pointed out the most logical plan of action.

Two long strides and the sorcerer was standing over me, boom-boom-whooshing and generally making very pretty golden patterns to appear and land on top of me. Tony and Bruce anxiously hovered behind him, both of my boys concerned and ready to mother-hen me. Ugh, so disgustingly adorable. Wanda's hand encompassed mine - she was nervous.

Stephen took a solid five-minute silence break before coming to a final conclusion. "Wong can get rid of the residual traces of the artifact's influence," The sorcerer announced curtly. "It's good you got rid of the artifact, a few more months and you would have started slipping into insanity if the magic within it was not released," He explained, slowly reaching out a hand to place it on top of my head. I wasn't sure if it was a gesture meant to bring comfort or another diagnostic test but leaned into the touch nonetheless. "Tell me, did you have any behavioral... Disturbances after...?" He trailed off.

I chewed on my lip, evaluating. "I honestly don't know. I've always been kind of an asshole," Honesty was the best policy. "Nothing seems out of order, sleepwalking aside."

"I see," Strange gave me a tight-lipped smile. "Perhaps, it was your stubborn nature that forbade the artifact from corrupting your mind completely. As evidenced by Captain Rogers, even undesirable character traits bring good into this world now and then."

That seemed a little bit hostile. I frowned, giving a questioning look to a frowning Loki.

"Speaking from experience?" Not the one to hold back upon witnessing first-grade bullshit, I withdrew from Stephen's touch, raising a sarcastic eyebrow.

Surprising everyone, the man laughed soundly, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I most certainly do," Shooting me a positively mischievous wink. I felt like I was missing something.

The room's inhabitants slowly ticked out in pairs and threes, eager to complete their assigned tasks. Loki had insisted on coming along to the sanctum with me, even almost getting up in Stephen's face, but Bruce - out of all people - managed to calm the Asgardian down, and together we convinced him his magic would be considerably more useful during the retrieval of the cursed box. Loki was worried - everyone with a pair of functional eyes could see that the spiky attitude was his way of showing he cared about me, which made my insides briefly turn to mush. I didn't expect him to take the title of my best friend so seriously and I definitely was not complaining.

Tony was the last to leave, jittery and shaky, clutching me like it was his last time seeing me, kissing me hungrily in front of everyone. The joke or two he made were weak ghosts of his usual sharp snark.

"I love you and I'll be back soon," I whispered into his ear, feeling him freeze and his fingertips dig almost painfully into my sides. Louder, I repeated: "Not planning on dying any time soon, y'all gotta chill. Let's go, doc?" I addressed the tall sorcerer who was tactfully pretending to be busy with his smartphone.

Wanda pressed a duffle bag into my hands mouthing "clean clothes" a split second before Stephen opened a portal and with a great deal of curiosity, I stepped through it, eyes immediately drawn to the dimly lit space filled with books and antiques. So many books, so many unusual trinkets. The chandelier that hung over our heads rivaled the ones I'd seen in million-dollar-homes of dad's friends.

"Follow me," Stephen extended an arm in the direction of a smaller door, "Please do not touch anything."

I walked a pace behind him, satisfying my curiosity by looking around like a child in a candy store. The air smelled different in the Sanctum, almost as familiar as Loki's magic but less frosty... Warmer. A dash of red fabric swished from somewhere towards me; I giggled. The Cloak of Levitation liked me - not nearly as much as it liked Peter though - so I brushed my fingertips along the fabric, greeting it quietly. Talking loudly in this building was out of the question. I felt like any moment, a disgruntled librarian would appear to chastise me for making noise.

"Strange," A short Asian man appeared, book in hand and looking none too happy. Guess that's the librarian... "I got your text. The room next to yours is prepared for the ritual," The man I assumed to be Wong gave me a curt nod in the way of greeting, doing a quick 180° and walking us back to a small but tastefully decorated room with a single cot in the middle. It was pleasantly warm, a small fire lit in the fireplace, willowy smoke of incense rising from a few strategically placed sticks.

"The bathroom is that way. I'm afraid you'll have to be fully nude for the procedure," Strange declared apologetically, pointing to a door hidden behind the divide.

I snorted, but of course, the weird voodoo shit would require me to be naked. Not that I was embarrassed or anything but still. Tony would have a field day. Locating a chair, I dumped my duffle bag on it, flying out of my hoodie and sweatpants in record time. My underwear and socks followed, feet unpleasantly chilly despite the carpeted floor. I ran a hand over the faint bruises on my hips, evidence of last night, fondly - either Tony or Stephen had left marks on my body and that was... It was great. I loved it, drugs or not.

I heard someone clear their throat and turned around, nearly cracking up at the way both men suddenly averted their gazes, blush riding high on their cheeks. I snorted: "I'm hot, what else is new?"

Wong shook his head, busying himself with some sort of a book; Stephen lingered, eyes fixated on the very same bruises. His tongue darted out, wetting the plush of his bottom lip, and damn, this wasn't the time to get horny. I shook my head and with that, the sorcerer caught himself too, mutely motioning me to lay down on the cot.

"Whenever you're done eye-fucking each other," Wong piped up sarcastically - wow, I liked this man already. Stephen grumbled something quiet and rude, provoking another snort from me.

I followed their instructions - shortly after the Asian man began reading - or rather singing - something in a language I didn't know, I felt myself fall into a deep sleep. Or, I thought I was falling asleep. At one point, my eyes opened to an empty room, a thin sheet covering my bare body, and a silence that made chills run down my spine.

"Stephen?" I called out. I sounded like I was underwater to my own ears. "Wong?"

I was met with silence so deafening, I had no choice but to sit up and look around. The fire was burning strong in the fireplace, several logs blackened from it as sparks flew. It took a second for me to realize it made no sound - there was no crackling. Something was very wrong, the dread was creeping up on me.

Very familiar dread.

With the sheet firmly wrapped around me, I hopped off the cot, suddenly noticing the drawings on my arms, my legs. I was covered in runes similar to the ones I had seen on the cursed box - and my memories weren't missing. As clear as day, I recalled messing around with the box, debating on opening it, taking it out of my room only to find it back on my desk in the morning, some serious Anabelle shit.

I jumped as the floorboards cracked somewhere in the house. Every logical thought I had, backed up by every horror movie I had ever watched, screamed at me to NOT go towards the creepy noise; like moth to a flame, I was drawn in and couldn't resist the unnatural urge to investigate it. On silent feet, I padded out of the room, desperately trying not to think about the lonely, dark hallways filled with strange ancient objects. My steps made no noise.

On the couch, in the main room we'd arrived, sitting lazily, was Tony. I'd recognize his hair anywhere - and the Led Zep tee, old, frayed edges and loose threads. "Tony?" I asked hopefully, trying to make sense of this...

He turned around.

It wasn't Tony. Whatever it was, it wore Tony's face, it held his brown eyes and crow's feet around them - it wasn't him. Wrong, like the lack of sound in this place, misplaced and unnatural. The doe browns didn't sparkle, lifeless, dull color of dried mud. As much as I wanted to go and bury my face in his chest, my limbs filled with lead, my whole body screaming "DANGER".

The impostor kept quiet which only solidified my suspicions. Real Tony would be running his mouth already, poking fun at my impression of a sheet ghost.

"Princess?" The... Thing asked in Tony's voice, but it fell flat and monotone.

"Whatever you are, you sure as Hell ain't Tony," I stated firmly, hoping for some answers. "What the fuck?"

Not-Tony's face changed, familiar features twisting into something sinister, the malice making me sick to my stomach. The creature stood up, causing my feet to take an involuntary step back as he advanced slowly.

"You have no choice but to submit," The Thing replied calmly. "You're not getting out of here. Not even your little Asgardian pet god can save you," Its tone was absolutely flat. I would have thought the thing was a robot if not for the obvious involvement of magic in this situation. Its words filled me with dread as thick as molten lava; unfortunately for the creature, unlocking my memories gave me enough rational balance to be acutely aware of it and therefore, able to fight it.

I could fight it. I didn't know how exactly, but I could resist it. "That's a really bold thing to say for something that... What even are you? Magical STD?" As my brain desperately focused on finding a solution to a problem I didn't know all the details of, my mouth had a mind of its own.

The creature growled, a far more primal noise than a human could make. "You don't know what you're up against, child. I am one for we are many," Suddenly, the room was filled with shadows as if someone had turned off all the lights and cranked up the moon to be the brightest it ever was. The shadows moved, oozed, motion sinister without any light to back it up.

I had no choice but to pucker up. Nobody was coming to rescue me; in fact, I always have taken pride in being a self-saving princess. Damsel in distress wasn't really my style. The hunch in my shoulders disappeared, giving way to a stubborn and stiff expectation of the upcoming altercation, hands bailed in fists.

"I mean, like Legion the demon from the Bible?" I recalled what little I knew from Wikipedia. "I mean, I'm agnostic myself, but if you feel like identifying with that, you should probably see a therapist."

The entity growled, shadows gathering around it like fabric on a string, and lunged. Paralyzed by sudden blinding, deafening fear, I turned tail and ran.

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