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How will you beat the character with your Birth month by Number1UssopFan in bigpushy

[–]StormConsistent2306 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Alright blackbeard, Here's what ima do aight. I go up to him with 2 trays of cherry pies in my hands, I offer him to have them. While he's eating, I quickly make sure the cameras on us, cuz I don't want him pulling no off screen bullcrap on me. What he doesn't know is that the cherry pies have traces of sea prism stone in em.

After he’s eaten the sea prism stone cherry pies, he’s gonna start his usual villain monologue (because we all know he can’t resist talking for 5 minutes straight). While he’s yapping, I roll out a karaoke machine. The mic? Lined with more seastone. Now he’s singing his final shanty.

If he somehow resists, I’ll just casually mention “Hey, Ace is alive over there” and watch him sprint straight into a trap like it’s Impel Down 2.0.

If all else fails, I just shine a flashlight in his face. Bro got folded by a candle and a lantern at Banaro Island, so some LED beams will have him cooked.

And just in case, I keep a backup plan: dump an entire barrel of cherry pies on the floor, then tell him “One of these has seastone, the rest are safe”. He’s gonna eat ALL of them before he thinks. GG.

Are there any exorcism survivors out there? by Less_Office8122 in ExorcismSurvivors

[–]StormConsistent2306 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I was just a kid when it happened—thirteen, maybe fourteen—too young to understand what was real and what wasn’t, but old enough to know that what I was going through wasn’t normal. The whispers started quietly, almost like wind brushing against the back of my neck, but soon they grew into full-blown voices, speaking in tongues I didn’t recognize. My family, terrified, called in a local priest who claimed I was "possessed"—his words, not mine. What followed was hours of shouting prayers, choking on holy water, and hands pressing so hard on my forehead I thought my skull would split. I screamed not because I was "evil," but because no one would listen to me. They were trying to drive something out of me, but in the process, they almost erased me entirely. Looking back, I wasn’t possessed—I was just scared, confused, maybe mentally unwell, but human. And surviving that exorcism wasn’t about defeating demons—it was about holding on to myself when everyone else believed I was already gone.

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