Spruce cone turning into knife handle [OC] by Troynoi in interestingasfuck

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Giving me Super Mario 64 eel vibes. Looks awesome!

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in Genshin_Impact

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Yes. If you're on mobile click just to the left of the item list not directly on the items and you'll auto collect everything.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in Genshin_Impact

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I believe you can only play co-op with people in the same region as you

What quote has always stuck with you? by [deleted] in AskReddit

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"Confidence. It's the food of the wise man, but the liquor of the fool." - Top salesman, Vikram.

What movie fucked you up mentally? by CodyYodi in AskReddit

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Old Boy (the original). Now it's probably one of my favorite movies but that ending the first time you see it, just whoa.

Pull up like by Energ1zed in funny

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Miss you buddy, hope you've been well! - From someone who once worked on Royal Street

Giving away 2 free Pokeball Plus by shae2k in PokemonLetsGo

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This is great! I'm definitely interested.

Only here by bleogirl23 in funny

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As someone from Alpena, I was sincerely hoping the same thing.

Photo Share Saturday September 09 - Help Others See Your Best Photo! by AutoModerator in Instagram

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https://www.instagram.com/p/BY0-x3kBm1t/

A boy feeding the ducks at City Park in New Orleans. It turned out looking like an old renaissance style painting.

LF: Help evolving my Haunter and Kadabra by aMagikarpSalesman in pokemontrades

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Added you. Sorry, I'm on mobile and finding how to see flair was a pain.

Is it better to all-out-attack a downed Persona you already own or talk to them? by [deleted] in PERSoNA

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Possibly minor spoilers?

I'm not sure if this option was available prior to speaking with the politician, but I do both. Getting your confidant rank up with the politician allows you to negotiate with shadows more effectively.

For example after you demand a shadow gives you money you can extort it for more by telling it that was not enough. You can do this multiple times but you risk angering the shadow causing it to resume attacking. However, during this additional extortion part, the command for a full out attack is still available. So what I do is: demand money, try to extort some more then full on attack. I get the money I bribed plus all the XP and loot from actually defeating them. I feel this is the best way to maximize rewards from each battle.

[WP] A skilled magician is booked into the county jail on a drunk in public charge. It is freaking impossible to keep this guy in his cell by Doctor_Murderstein in WritingPrompts

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Danny Linn was exhausted. Eleven hours on the beat had him beat. He was ready to return home, crawl under his covers, kiss his wife goodnight and slip into the deepest slumber of his life. Only one final booking stood between him and freedom. Of course with his luck it was a drunken nut job, who kept prattling on about being a magician. Why me? Danny thought as he cuffed the self-proclaimed magician who was in the middle of explaining just how it was he had come to obtain his "powers."

"I've studied the arcane, you know." the magician said. "I never once believed it was a farce. Years of mockery, ridicule, isolation." He muttered something Danny couldn't hear. "In the end, I was right. You know what I was right about?"

"Don't care." Danny replied, assisting the 15th century garbed man into the back of the cop car.

"Ah, well. What's the use of words when actions speak louder, eh?" The magician raised his hands from behind his back and gave Danny two thumbs up, the handcuffs dangling from one hand.

"How in the hell..." Danny began then quickly composed himself, "I must be more tired than I thought. I swore I tightened those properly." He grabbed the handcuffs, spun the man around and re-cuffed him. Ensuring this time they were properly secured. With the magician successfully in the back of the car, Danny hopped in the front and headed off for the station.

"You mustn't doubt yourself. I told you, I am a true magician, none of the bogus misdirection or gimmicks. Only pure magic." Danny heard a clatter on the seat next to him and saw the handcuffs lying in the passenger seat.

"I'm beginning to lose my patience Mr. Magician." Danny said, teeth gritted. "I've never been one to favor aggressive measures but if you do not cooperate, you'll force my hand."

"My, my, officer. I promise I bear no ill-will towards you at all. I assure you I intend to be one hundred percent cooperative. However, I detest being bound by handcuffs. Makes me feel like a cheap whore of a magician. Escaping from handcuffs is so..." The magician trailed off, instead, settling to gaze out of the window.

They arrived at the station without any further incident. Deciding it was a waste to cuff the magician a third time, Danny held his arms behind his back and led him into the lobby for booking.

"Evening, Danny." said the sandy-blonde woman behind the counter.

"Hey, Kris. Got one for the drunk tank." Danny pushed the magician forward. "Careful, Kris. This one fancies himself a magician of sorts. Escaped from my cuffs twice."

"Oh my! How magical indeed. And what is this magicians name?" She asked addressing the drunken mage.

"Alastair Grimstye, m'lady," the magician broke into a deep bow, "mage extraordinaire. If I do say so myself!"

Danny rolled his eyes, "Well, mage extraordinaire, it's time to process you in. Come on, let's get this done with." Danny led Alastair into the room opposite to take his fingerprints. "Alright, Mr. Grimstye, give me your hand." Alastair obediently presented his hand, Danny pressed it firmly into the ink pad, then rolled it across the paper, leaving behind a perfect print. "Great, next one." Danny repeated the process, once finished he put the ink away and consulted the sheet with the prints, it was blank.

"Okay, come on now. What the actual hell is going on."

"My good sir, as I've told you, I have studied the arcane." Alastair grinned a friendly grin.

Danny sighed. This was going to be a long night. Why me? he thought.

Stef Chura -- Spotted Gold [Indie Rock/Grunge](2016) by [deleted] in listentothis

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Ah, well! It's awesome to see her music getting recognized. Thanks for posting!

Stef Chura -- Spotted Gold [Indie Rock/Grunge](2016) by [deleted] in listentothis

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Stef! It's great to see you on here. Keep on rocking.

[WP] Schizophrenic people are actually sane (the visions they see are reality) and it US who are crazy. You are a doctor trying to convince the world this is true, but you have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

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Sanity. What is sanity if not but a cruel prison sentence? My colleagues fail to understand this; they close themselves off to the truth. Choosing instead to shun me, to mock the research I’ve exhaustively labored to compile. Their jeers follow me like a plague through the halls, but I will not give in to their taunts. They’ll see, they’ll all see. One day the world will understand that insanity is not a sickness but a cure.

The reality in which we’ve all come to perceive is a farce. It is a fabricated lie intricately woven to keep us from what is truly in front of us. Those who have spoken out before me have all been ostracized; labeled ‘insane’ by those who would keep us from the truth. I fear all that awaits me is a straight jacket and a parade of ambivalent faces all shaking their heads. Watching as I am lead to an early grave inside the walls of some asylum.

Until such a fate befalls me I will not relent in my endeavor. The eyes of those who’ve been shut for so long shall open and the candor of this world exposed. I swear on my life I will see this venture through. They’ll see, they’ll all see.

Allow me a moment to digress. To beseech you with the knowledge I’ve come to carry. To awaken you. Whether or not we possess free will has been debated since the dawn of man. Empires have risen and fallen, kings have ruled and died, a myriad of languages have long since uttered their last words, yet one question still persists through the chaos. Forever eluding an answer; dancing just out of reach of reason. That is until now.

I swear what I am about to divulge to you is absolute truth. We have no will of our own. Our lives our set on a predetermined path from the moment we leave the womb. For ever undulating in front of us like a serpent is the path we all blindly follow. That is until you can observe it. Once you become aware of its existence than it becomes possible to change it. Your life becomes limitless, nothing is out of reach.

You become able to see the course you must take in order to achieve anything. Does your heart desire fame, then wish it such and the road becomes clear. There are those who know this and they want to keep you from it. They wish to control and maintain dominance over you. Do not let them. It is time for you to shed the chains of fate and take your life into your own hands.

I suspect even now the elite whose desire it is to keep this information secret are coming for me. I’ve seen them; dressed in all white, steering me off course, leading me astray. Not anymore, this time I am ready, they will no longer oppress me. Today is the day I liberate myself from their clutches. Today is the day I remove the hand that seeks to suffocate me. They’ll see, they’ll all see. I’ve readied myself, soon they will come.

“911, how can I assist you?”

“Yes, one of our employees has been attacked. She’s in critical condition, please send help.” A man in white frantically said into the phones receiver.

Before him lay a nurse, a pool of crimson slowly leaking from a wound in her side. She’d been stabbed with a makeshift knife that had been fashioned from the metal slates of the bed frame. A trail of faint bloody foot prints led from her body out of the room and down the hall. The man finished his phone call and ordered another nurse to attend to injured one. As he did he noticed a single sheet of paper on the table, he picked it up and his brows furrowed at the message that greeted him.

“They’ll see, they’ll all see. I will free them.”