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Chill: the raging shadow (complete) (not for kids)
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Subject: Chill: the raging shadow (complete) (not for kids)
Fri Aug 27, 2010 2:51 pm
fear crept up his spine as he collapsed to the ground. He was shivering, not from the icey cold air, nor from the blood that was trickling to the floor, seeping from his severe wounds. No he was shivvering out of fear, an eerie feeling, he tought never to feel again. His heart pumped at insane speeds, rushing his blood and adrenaline through his veins. The feeling his heart might explode, his veins may one moment burst. It was all due to his fear. He didn't understand, nor did he want to. He had clearly lost everything, clearly lost his grip on the situation.
His hands rose to his head, covering his eyes, while almost crying, as a wet sensation began to spread accros his eyes. He wanted to scream, but no sound came from his lips. He wanted to cry, but who would hear him, who would hear his pleas for help in this hellish nightmare where he was, after all...alone.
A noise came from the deepest and darkest part of the ruins. He heard it coming closer, he saw the shadow slide over the walls of the place he was losing his mind. This was not how it was ment to be, this was not how this was supposed to go. Why didn't he listen, why did he do that what he should not have done. It was all His fault, he was to blame for this mess they had been dragged in. Damn Him, cursed be His ignorance.
The noise came closer again, the tapping of feet on the floor, the sound of something sliding accros the floor. It was coming, It was coming for him. He could no longer refer to Him as him, but now it had to be refered to as It. It was no longer the man he used to know and obey, no, It was a monster. Nothing more and nothing less than a monster. A shadow consumed his own on the floor. he turned around with eyes filled with tears. He saw the blade go in the air, just as a final cry for help escaped his lips.
"H..Help..me, please...someone, help..me."
approximately two thousand years ago
The white halls were filled with doctors and scientists, researchers from all over the universe. They all were wearing the same suits, white coats and Shadow's emblem. All carrying all kinds of documents, some wearing a white overall and latex black gloves. At the furthest end of the hallway a lab was filled with those men in white overalls. They seemed to be monitoring one single testsubject, named Suigintou. Their goal was to create the ultimate lifeform, the perfect warrior.
But there was a catch, the perfect lifeform had to be obedient to one person and one person only. They succeeded in their task, creating a lifeform strong enough to absorb any kind of power from other sources. A creature that could adjust its body to whatever it needed to change. Capable of creating large amounts of Ki out of nowhere, the perfect warrior.
Yet, their was a second test, a second task they had. They had to create a weapon, a biological weapon, to wipe out the entire race of their leader's enemy. A weapon capable of killing everything it comes in contact with.
Carefully putting the containers in the suitcase, the scientist walked towards the elevator and used a device on his wrist to call someone. After a few seconds the elevatordoors opened and a large armored man came out of them, strolling through the hall to look at the progress of his ordered tasks. Looking at Suigentou, he ordered to end the procedures and to free her, as she was coming with him.
The scientists bowed and pushed a few buttons, releasing her restraints and opening the door.
"Come to me Suigintou, come to your master.
The man's deep, dark voice seemed to reach her, as she slowly opened her eyes. Yet as she walked to him, the alarm of the building suddenly sounded. several steel shutterdoors locked away Suigintou. The armored man walked back to the elevator as he saw that all laboratories were being sealed off, mostly with the scientists in them.
"You were a bit to early Calam, now I have to make a new subject.
the elevator doors opened, letting the armored man inside, the smaller man awaited his turn to go in, yet he was knocked back out of it by the large armored man. As the smaller man fell, the suitcase broke open and several vials fell to the ground, making the small man widen his eyes as he tried to get back up and run to the elevator.
receive your judgement as a man Calam, whaahaahaa!Part Two: Through the eyes of sergeant Yamada
First day on the job, always nice. We were ought to explore some ruins at the northern quadrant of our system. A planet called Rath, seemed to be the home of a strongly advanced race of some sorts. Dont really remember the details. We were supposed to investigate the planets resources and those ruins. A special team was handpicked by Lord Chill for this mission, hah it all seemed so cool when we first got the news. Do our job, find some stuff and get paid greatly for our help. Sadly nothing ever seems to be as beautifull at the end as it did at the start...
"Alright men, this is how we're going to do it, we're all picked by lord Chill to accompany him on this mission. So we each form a team of ten men to aid him. The names of the teamleaders are already known but I'll just say it once more: Sergeant Keichi Yamada, Lieutenant Garret, Sergeant Gallagher, and Lieutenant Nanako. Now all of you go to the respective sleepinghangars on lord Chill's ship, Sir Zechs and Lady Spectra will provide you the details of the mission. Ready Hut!!. Allright at ease men, and save journey."
Running through the hallways of the launchingbay, sergeant Yamada made his way to the Warship which was in lord Chill's possession. The Marauder as it was called was the pride of his fleet, a massive black and silver warship which was actually only used once in a war, but mostly for missions like this.
"Sergeant Yamada reporting, sir."
Zechs looked up from his list and nodded.
"Welcome aboard sergeant, you and your men shall be living in quarters B and C. Prepare yourself for launch in T minus four minutes."
As I walked aboard the ship, I finally understood that Royalties did have more refinement and luxury than us normal folks. The entire inside of the ship was decorated with fine arts and luxurious materials, which actually was most impressive. But it was not like we had time to admire those arts. We had meetings, schedules, training, the works. Man I really wanted that it didn't got so fucked up.
So finally after a whole week of flying through space we arrived at our destination, not knowing yet what horrors we would encounter. We were just glad to get out of the ship for the first time in an entire week, allthough happy is a bad word, because planet Rath was nothing different from the wastelands on planet Frieza, cold dark and ruthless. Little did we know the time of judgement came closer with every step we made on that damed and cursed planet...
"Allright men, the ruins should be located at a good five miles from here, teams prepare for departure."
All soldiers walked back to their quarters equipping themselves with the specific armors and weapons they were given. It seemed lord Chill had already taken notice of Frosts new soldier outfits and just improved his to their standards. The finest armors, able to withstand a rocketlauncher's attack. The weapons were equally strong, able to vaporise pure steel in a single blast. Offcourse the standard riffles and manditory barretta were also included in the equipment. After having dressed themselves they went to the exit and started heading for the location with lord Chill leading them. Zechs and Spectra kept guard of the ship with one team.
And so our journey to the pits of hell began, I wished I knew everything from the start, that bastard Chill didn't tell us the full reason why he wanted to explore this place. No traesures were found, we found something not made of gold or precious ores or metals, no this was far worse than any of us could've imagined
It begins
They all stood in front of a massive statue in the icey dessert. A statue made of a metal they had never seen before. It seemed that a greater part of the statue was still covered under the ice, and as such they could not even comprehend the shear magnitude of the statue. With the scanners one of the teams had brought with them, they could make an estimation of how big the visible part was. Everyone dropped their jaw as the screen gave way that the visible part meassured up to sixhundred and sixetysix meters. Yet this was only half of the structure, as the scanners meassured an equally large mass inside the cover of the ice.
Chill did not really seem to care for the figures, as he walked straight towards the statue and began touching it with his hands, searching for some kind of entrance it seemed. A sudden click could be heard, followed by the loud thumping of mettalic levers and wheels. Pumps that seemed to activate a certain mechanism, which slowly opened a large portal, as two massive cracks appeared in the frost on the statue. As the layers of ice fell down, the gate opened and gave way to the inside of the statue.
Tough the outside was on a massive scale, the inside was just as massive and amazing. All kinds of decorations and texts filled the walls, with in the center of the entire hollow complex, a simple single elevator.
"Sir, I thought these were ruins of an ancient civilization, what's an elevator doing here?"
"My dear sergeant Yamada, there were civilizations more advanced than we are today. Or at least equal to us in a somewhat lesser extend."
Three teams followed Chill in the elevator, as the doors closed they looked towards the team outside and awaited the next step in their mission.
What I saw then was something I could not describe. I didn't know how to call or name it, but I had a sudden raise in body temperature and seemed to have hallucinations as I heard someone scream and at the same time someone giggle. Yet when I opened my eyes we were all just in the elevator, going down to the lowest level...
My team was comprised out of good men, men I knew from childhood or from the job. They were all somewhat part of my life, before and during the time I joined the army. I chose them to be in my team just because I could trust them and could trust me. We always were good in a team.
"Yamada, Yamada!"
"Huh, what, what's up Devon?"
"Are you allright, you were spacing out there man?"
"Yeah, sure nothing is wrong, I'm fine, really."
Tough sergeant Yamada knew something was wrong, he had to lie. He was in an elevator with thirty men, hardened through war and battle. They would not believe what he had just experience, they would laugh if he told them that there was something down there. But the thing he feared the most was lord Chill, from the moment he stepped in the elevator he was quiet. Silent as the eye of a storm, most likely he knew what Yamada had just experienced, which is why he was affraid to tell this to anyone.
With a loud squeeking noise the elevators doors opened, revealing a dark and dusty hallway. Several shutterdoors seemed to close of the rooms that were connected with the long hallway. A split second after all teams had left the elevator, the doors closed and without anyone having pressed the buttons, the elevator got up again.
"Allright men, split up in your teams and examinate this level."
Sergeant Yamada and his team were send to the left wing of the level. Tapping on, the flashlights on their weapons brightly flared through the dark hallway they passed through. As they entered through the door, Yamada found a red switch behind it and swiftly pushed it. With a loud creeking noise, the steel shutterdoors opened all rooms in that hallway.
Suddenly they felt a ghust of dusty wind through the hall. covering their eyes with their spare arm they could not react as suddenly all lights, including their flashlights went out for a split second. A creepy sound was heard by all of them, as a hissing sound came closer and closer in just a matter of seconds.
As the lights flickered, suddenly they saw a creature that could've once resembled a humanoid being grab hold on one of their teammates and drag it accros the hallway.
"AARGH, Help...HELP!!"
Even tough, I am not one to talk, I bet all my friends were scared looking at that creature. It was tall and skinny, with an unordinary set up of its bones, it looked twisted around, with large and long prying fingers as it grabbed Devon and dragged it to who knows what place...
We couldn't react, but only with our military training. Our only goal from that moment was get Devon back and kill that bastard. We went crazy when it all happened, an all out war against something unknown and unseen, yet most important, on their territory.
"Shit, guys, did you saw that, come on we got to help him."
"No talking, move move!!"
Sergeant Yamada and his men clicked their flashlights back on and bgan running through the hallway, but as they passed the first two doors, they hear more and more noises, more hissing sounds coming from all around them. It seemed that just in that very same minute all hell broke loose.
"Shit those fuckers don't know when to quit, jesus christ."
Turning around one of Yamada's men fired a round of blasts with his blasterrifle, obliterating one of those eerie and creepy monsters that were hunting them.
"yeah motherfucker, I'm redhot, gotcha bitch!"
"Don't waste your time on the dead ones Rico, we've got to save Devon."
"That is if he's still alife."
"Shut up Rico and go forth."
"Aye sir."
The soldier ran up to the front, happily killing and vaporising every twisted freak they encountered along their way.
"Left secured!"
"Right secured."
"Allright, move move!"
"Shit, my ammo is down, I'm using my gun now, falling back sir."
"Allright, Francis go up front!"
"Yes sir!"
They passed the first hallway as they suddenly heard a familiar voice screaming. It was Devon, without a doubt in a struggle for his life. Francis was covering the front as in a second something happened. A window next to him shattered and in just a split second one of those filthy, twisted black creatures jumped through it, just aside from Francis and crshed through another window.
"Francis are you allright?...Francis?"
The soldier up front turned around, his eyes widened as a thin red line appeared on the armor protecting his throat. With a squishy sound, his head fell backwards, bumping on the ground with a clang, made by the helmet coering his head. Blood sputtered from his veins as the lifeless and headless body fell to its knees and then on its back.
"Shit Francis... Allright, Rico grab his gun and blasterrifle, you take the front again!"
"Yes sir, what about that creature."
"Fuck it, we move forward."
Without hessitation, Rico jumped over the corpse while grabbing the blasterrifle as he heard a sudden hiss coming from the other window. Without second thought he pulled his gun as the creature jumped at him, shooting it square in the head, he smiled feeling the warm blood of the monster splatter on his face.
"Yeah, die motherfucker!"
"Shut up Rico, move, move!!"
"Yeah, yeah I'll move, I'll what the FUCK!!"
As he turned around, he saw it, it ran passed the door, but it was quick, much quicker than the monsters they had just encountered. And bigger, way bigger.
"Jesus, you saw that?"
Swiftly Rico ran away from the group, trying to follow the thing he saw running in the shadows just a second earlier. He wanted to know what that was at any cost.
"Fuck Rico, dont fucking break from the group without warning, shit, Waylen mason, you follow Devon, I'll get Rico back and guys, watch yourself, this isn't the time for horsing around. Now go, go, we'll see eachother in the mainhall. Find Devon and return to the front, I'll meet you there."
Last time I saw them alive, the poor bastards didn't have a chance at all. I didn't seem to realise the danger that lurked in all corners and shadows of that place...
It was all strange, I couldn't believe what was happening around me, things that seemed to happen in seconds had really happened in an entire hour. I guess my adrenaline was pumping at an excessive rate, making me dellusional and paranoid. It made me make the wrong decisions. I never thought I would snap at such a moment, but still, this wasn't an ordinary day, nor an ordinary problem. This was Hell itself, and it wanted us inside it's bowls.
Running through the maze of halls, sergeant Yamada had lost track of his teammate Rico, who as usual had brashly and boldly engaged against the enemy. Usually it was thanks to Devon that Rico survived, but this time it was Devon depending on what help his team had to offer. Yet even so, with only Waylon and Mason going after him, chances of being rescued were slim. For now sergeant Yamada had to concentrate on keeping Rico, who again ignored his orders, alive and well, as this wasn't some kind of game, but hell.
"Rico, Rico come back, where are you?"
Yamada did not hear nor see Rico, not close or far. Yet he constantly had to twitch and turn firing of several blasts to avoid being killed by those twisted freaks they came accross.
"Rico, answer me, where the fuck are you Rico!"
Running faster and faster through the halls, sometimes following his gut as he tried to track down the friend he lost in this maze. Yet all of a sudden he heard several men scream behind him, most likely in the main hall. Grabbing at his scouter, he tried to call them up.
"Shit, Waylon, Mason, come in, Waylon, Mason. Where are you guys, come in, Waylon, Mason, answer goddamnit."
Without any hesitation, he dropped down his helmet as it was stifening. He dropped down his armor as it hindered his movements. He dropped his blasterrifle, because he was out of ammo. Grabbing both the regular barretta and his hunter's knife he readied himself for a dangerous sprint through the dark corridoor he was standing in front of.
All that was left, was to run, to run for my life and that of my fallen comrades. This was truely hell...
What happened next was far to difficult to explain. All I know is, that Hell never came close to being that demonical.
Running through the corridoor sergeant Yamada seemed to run on pure adrenaline, as right in front of him one of those twisted creatures jumped through a window, its arms spread out, its mouth wide open, showing its foul teeth, sharp as razors. Yet despite the creatures surprise the sergeant was quicker, driving his hunter's knife in the creatures gut, while pushing his gun in the creature's mouth.
"Die, you filth."
while he pulled his knive upwards, the creatures rotten intestines fell to the ground, staining it with its black blood, while it still struggled to get away, Yamada fired a bullet through the creatures brain, instantly killing it. With a thump, the creature fell to the ground, gurgling up its own brains through its mouth.
"Christ, where's Rico, Jesus those monsters are tough."
While running further, Yamada could hear an earpiercing scream not so far away from his position.
"Rico, is that you, Rico?!?"
"Aargh, Help, aarghurgl...."
As he ran around the corner, Sergeant Yamada suddenly saw that the wall was broken open, giving way to some kind of subteranean cave, still paved with the white tiles and the same neonlights on the ceiling. He saw something twitching and turning on the floor, like something having spasms of some sort. As sergeant Yamada came closer, his eyes widened as they began to form a wet layer as tears fell out of them.
"No, Rico!"
"Sarge, I'm sorry sarge, I couldn't stop it, it was to strong. Run sarge, run while you still AARGH!!"
A massive black sword pierced through Rico's chest, cracking it open like a fresh egg, bones and flesh flying all around, splattering accros the floor and Yamada's face. As he looked up, Yamada could not believe his eyes as he recognised the thing that did this heinious deed.
A massive black beast, with horns reaching and scraping against the ceiling was standing in front of him. From its blade, red warm blood was dripping from the freshly slain soldier Rico. Its eyes dark as a starless night were looking straight into those of Yamada. Fear crept up his skin and spine when he recognised this person.
"This can't be happening."
"Hiaaaargh, haahahaahaa. Nowhere to run anymore, nowhere to hide. Blood will rush with the tide.
Part two: Through the eyes of Chill
The statue, it was immense, massive even. Something he had not ever seen before. A building on that scale was just not possible by the normal standards, as it would fall because of the elements or crumble under its own weight. It would and could not be built in the modern civilizations.
Chill felt like he had seen this place before, walked towards it before. It was like he was reliving his past, but he never even went to this planet. Vaguely he reminded some kind of switch to open a certain door or gate, but he didn't understand how he could possibly know that. The readings said that there had not been a single lifeform on this planet for over a thousand years.
Squirming around, touching every inch of the statue, he suddenly found a small lever, made out of the same material as the statue, also covered with a layer of ice. Tough he never had been here before, it all seemed to go as he knew it would go. The lever opened a massive gate in the center of the statue, giving way to the inside of itself.
Inside the statue was perhaps even more impressive, as it was carved with countless figures, picturing battles and things that happened in the past. But what and why. What was this, wasn't this something he knew, was this perhaps the history of the monster inside him.
memory of pain and power
"Bring him forth right this instant and let our lord decide over his faith."
A few armored men brought a blackhaired man to the altar, throwing him at the steps. the man was covered with steel chains and shackles. He was musculair and had a long black, furry tail around his waist. His eyes were wild and savage compared to the eyes of his captors. He squirmed and growled like a caged beast, nothing more than an animal, as he suddenly looked up towards the feet of the statue.
"Haha, is that your god, your master. Hahaha, I'm a saiyan, I belong to a proud race of warriors, I am..."
"Shut up! I am the one who speaks, not you, you little monkey. Do you even know what I am, do you even know who I am? I dont think so, thus you shall hold you tongue or I'll rip it out."
"Are you there leader, what do you want from me?"
"Isn't that obvious, I'm going to show them that they dont have to fear the so called supersaiyan legend. Remove his restraints at once!"
"You are either very brave or very foolish."
A few men released the blackhaired man from his chains and shackles, only to be instantly killed by the saiyan, as he violently broke their necks with a single punch against their head. He slowly walked upwards towards the dark and tall armored man, who looked at him with a pair of dark hollow eyes.
"You will whitness the power of a true god, you will perish under the light I bring forth in the name of my race."
"Then come to me and show me your power, let me feel and whitness that rage of yours. Show me what you can do, but remember, you'll only live if you kill me."
the saiyan began to roar as his hear turned into a golden shade, spiked up and standing on its end. A golden aura of pure power flickered around him, while his muscles bulked up considerably. His slow tred began to shift, his pace increased as he began to fly superfast at the dark armored man that had taunted him. He crashed upon him with his muscular body, pushing him backwards against the massive statue.
"Is this all you have, false god, pathetic."
The now blonde saiyan began to pummel the armored man with great force, denting every inch of the armor with every punch he threw towards the man. suddenly he drove his knee upwards into the the armored man's gut, causing him to hunch over. His muscular left fist crashed against the man's helmet while his right hand grabbed for the armored man's throat and slammed him against the base of the statue with great force.
"Beg for mercy and I'll let you live."
"Is this...all? Is this all you could muster?"
"Heh what, you lost, just surrender."
"hehe, heh heh... WHAAAHAAAHAAA!!"
The armored man's battered armor began to bulge up and fell off him, clanging against the ground or through it. His arm grabbed that of the saiyan while its muscles began to grow, the helmet that covered his face shattered in pieces, revealing a monstrous face with two pairs of eyes piercing through those of the saiyan, right in to his very soul. The armored man began to grow larger and larger, reaching a full two feet above the saiyan. Two leathery wings spread out behind him, giving him a fearfull sight when he opened them completely.
"Now, I'll show you my power."
His large hand that had clenched itself around the saiyans arm began to squeeze tighter and tighter until a snapping sound of bones and flesh sounded, followed by the earpiercing scream of the saiyan. With a little twitch of his wrist, the monstrous man ripped off half the saiyans arms, blood spattering accros both men's faces.
The saiyan screamed while grabbing at his stompy arm. He couldn't stop the bleeding, nor defend against the rockhard fist that landed against his lower jaw, instantly breaking it and throwing it out of its sockets. The saiyan yelled while gurgling as the jaw obstructed his capability to fully scream. His eyes were widened as the monster, the god of this place came closer to him. A second punch was thrown at him, ripping through his abdomen with ease, damaging his intestins, liver and stomach while the fist was pulled out again.
blood began pooling on the ground as the saiyan fell to his knees. His golden hair reverted back to its original black color. Fear had overcome him as he looked at the monster. He didn't understand why he lost, was this creature that powerfull?
"I told you, you were already dead before you challenged me. Your fate was already sealed when you threw the first punch, well then let me show you my mercy: death, whaahaahaa!!"
A single punch directed at the saiyans head, did the gruesome job of silencing the crying, fallen warrior. As his fist crushed through the saiyans head and as the blood splattered all around the steps, the monster began to laugh loud and deep, as if he sincerely enjoyed this barbaric bloodshed.
"Let the universe know it, I am Shadow and nothing can stop me, whaahaahaa!!"
"Shadow, so it was you after all, these were your memories, this is your planet."
Chill smiled, this was getting interesting. He walked inside the elevator and looked at sergeant Yamada s a few other soldier yelled at the man...
He did not care for what could happen to the other men, tough he did find the reaction of sergeant Yamada interesting or rather intrigueing. It was like he had some kind of premonition, like Chill had his memories of Shadow. Nonetheless, he couldn't care much more, he was here for his own reasons. He had his own secret agenda concerning this place. he had nightmares, dreams of a laboratorycomplex. he dreamed of a woman who was supposedly an angel of some sorts, created or modified by the laboratories in Shadows employement.
He needed to know the truth, he wanted to know more of Shadow's eerie past and if she was still alive, he would have a chance of learning more about it. About his and Shadow's past and what had really happened, he wanted to know it all.
"Allright team, move it move it."
He looked ta how his teams dispersed ad began searching through all wings of the lowest floor. This was where he had seen that dream. He walked through the halway, the lights flickering above him, the steel shutterdoors closed on all sides. he needed to know, it was his right, his duty, his destiny to know his past, Shadow's past.
"Come to me, I am waiting for you, come to me, mylord."
He heard the voice in his head, soothing and sift, but who was it that talked to him. He did not know, but his mind was working on overdrive, he was attracted, hypnotized by this voice. Who was it, he needed to know.
"Come to me, find me, I need you as you need me. Come to me mylord."
Walking through the hallway, he finally reached the end of the hall. His hand began caressing the last shutterdoor, he didn't know why, but he had the feeling this one was important. Slowly he searched for a switch to open the shutterdoor. After several seconds he had found the red switch to open the door. With a screeching sound it opened and the lights inside went on, giving way a chaotic sight of a blown away laboratory.
Slowly Chill went inside, a soft ghust of wind leaving in his trail, switching the shutterdoor's lock on again, letting it slide close behind Chill. The lights went of, the chaos began with screams and howls as the thing was awakened in this hellhole...
Inside he saw it, the blown away laboratory, charcoaled corpses of researchers laying all over the floor. Yet as he mover, they seemed to turn their head towards him somehow. A freakish experience for any man, woman or child. walking straight through the hissing and growling pack of people or rather monsters and corpses.
"Come to me, you are almost there mylord, almost there.
faster and faster did Chill walk untill he entered a sort of cave far beyond the place he just was, a cave covered with ice and rock. Yet filled with hundreds of those monstrous creatures that sprawled the labs just minutes earlier.
"I've waited for you, finally you are here."
Looking through the ice, he saw a woman, a beautifull woman frozen in the ice, yet restrained with leather shackles and cables. he remembered her from his dreams he had lately. This was her, this was the girl, the woman, who was reffered to as the perfect being made by Shadow, but her history was unknown. Who or what was she before Shadow began to controle her?
"Are you Suigintou, the perfect being?"
"Yes, are you Shadow, my master?"
"No, I am lord Chill, supreme commander of Universal Terror, I am..."
" Foul creature, how dare you enter this domain, this is Shadows domain, this is MY DOMAIN!!"
A massive shockwave shattered the ice covering the cave, crackled the floor and blew Chill backwards. He knew he had to do something, but not what. He was frozen solid, his legs could not move, his arms trembled. Was he affraid, was the supreme commander affraid?
"I shall break your will and your spirit, you will forget who you are and why you are here.
Chill knew he was hallucinating, as he saw everything change around him, he saw his parents, his cousin. He saw it all, his past, what he had done. Every painfull memory seemed to haunt him, over and over again he saw his parents die, his cousins scold and laugh at him. He snapped, roaring load and violently, his black aura burned away halve of the creatures in the cave as he reached for his black blade hanging behind his back.
"That aura, that evil aura, it can't be. You are his reincarnation, he has died? That is impossible, a god cannot die, prove to me that you are him. Kill all intruders, kill them, kill them all.
"What what are you asking me? I am not your toy madam, I am a royal changeling, one more powerfull than you could imagine."
He tried to bluff himself out of this mess, hoping he could somehow sooth her mind, ease her up and have a chance to attack.It didn't take long before he would lose all reason, he felt his innerself struggle to maintain controle, so he had to give it a shot before it was all over. Stretching out his arm, he made a swift swipe towards the woman, hoping to cut through the ice and let her lose controle over him.
Yet with a single scream, the attack he had launched was dispersed and vanished in to nothing. Her eyes were wild as she yelled and screamed at the creatures that were surrounding him. Without hesitation he began drawing his blade and awaiting the incoming of those monsters. And he was right, seconds after he had drawn his blade, the monsters attacked ferociously.
"You cannot survive, surrender and I'll spare you."
He ducked down as one of the creatures jumped at him, sending his elbow upwards, he crashed at the monster, looking aside he saw another one take a shot, slamming his fist against its head, it silenced. He had to fight to survive, life in order not to die. Turning around again, another monster jumped at him, violently he stabbed with his zweihander of glory through the creatures ribcage. A soft gurgling sound came from the creatures filthy mouth when Chill began to slice his blade upwards through the creatures chest.
"Kill him, show me that he is not my master."
An entire horde of those monsters began to attack Chill, swiftly turning around, he sliced the monster at his blade in two, only to slash with his blade through another one's gut and yet another one's head. His hand grabbed one by the throat while his tail smacked one against the icey walls. Blood began to drip from Chill's body, black and rotten blood, not his, but from those monsters.
With a single twitch of his hand, he broke the neck of the hissing creature he had grabbed by the throat seconds earlier. He turned around and kicked through one of those creatures gut, another one dropped from the ceiling on his shoulders, no time to thing, he transformed in a mere instant, ripping his muscles to new legths. Now he was bigger and more muscular, but also more able to eliminate the threat. Another one dropped from the ceiling, easily being smacked to the ground by Chill's tail, ten of them were sliced in halve by a single daichiretsuhan. His sword violently stabbed a bigger one, while he hauled it all over his shoulder, the monster slid of the blade and was squashed against the icewalls of the cave.
"Beat him, kill him, do not let him live. Show no mercy, do not let him leave while still breathing, slaughter him."
They attacked even more fiercely after being given that command. Chill was struggling as he almost lost controle of himself while fighting. The woman was still playing tricks with his mind while he was fighting to stay alive, fighting to stand strong in this horde of monsters.
"Raah, give me your best shot, filthy monsters, I'll just have to kill you all. Hahaahaa, you can't even scratch me you filth."
His zweihander of Glory and Wind did a perfect job as he was fighting those eerie and ugly monstrous creatures. Chill was proud of the fact he had bought this blade from King Cold. It waved through the air like a fan, but sliced through the creatures like a chainsaw, merciless and ruthless. As yet another horde of those filthy creatures jumped on him, he lashed with his massive tail, the sound of cracking ribs filled the place as his tail connected with a few of those monster's ribcages, instantly smashing their unnatural life in pieces.
This was followed by a precise sworddance, slicing a few of them in half and while their corpses and guts splattered accros the floor, his blade already connected with another creatures head, splitting it open and revealing what was left of its brain while falling to the ground.
"What are you doing, kill him, kill him!"
Chill began to laugh while he was slaughtering dozens of those filthy irrational creatures, a deep and eerie laughter filled the halls of the cave while he smashed and bashed another pair of those monsters against the ground. His aura began to flare up and form an image of a dark and sinister creature, looking at the woman with two pair of dark eyes and an insane grin. Suddenly a dark and grim voice ressonated through the cave.
"Stop this insubordination Suigintou, you can not defeat him, nor me. He is my new form, my reincarnation as a god. You can not touch him nor harm him. He is me and I am him, I will not tolerate this any longer, you want proof, fine. I'll kill every soldier I brought with me in this place. I'll kill them all."
Another booming insane laughter filled the halls of the caves, followed by a loud screech of all monsters that surrounded him, as if they understood that fighting Chill was futile. Now they had a new leader, a powerfull leader. Chill had snapped, he was yet again fully under controle of the Shadow, but somehow he liked it. He needed this, he wanted this, this was how it was ment to be.
"Let the hunt begin, whaahaahaa!"
Part 3: Through the eyes of private Mason
I dont know what happened, but it was awefull. We were split up from sergeant Yamada, as he went after that idiot Rico, we had to try and rescue Devon, really scary shit happened while we tried to save him. If I had known that this would've been such a disaster I wouldn't have enrolled myself in this mission.
"Devon, Devon can you hear me?"
"Waylon what's the status, any news from the other teams?"
"Nope, communication broke down half an hour ago. I guess they're experiencing the same shit as us."
"Fuck I knew it, that bastard has just brought us to our doom."
"Hey watch out Mason!!"
The lifeless body of one of those monstrous creatures fell down to the ground, right next to private Mason. Black blood dripped from Mason's face as he looked back at private Waylon. This mission was starting to wear them down, as their ammo was almost gone and who knew how many of those creatures were left.
"Be glad I saw that one, haha."
"Yeah thanks, shit Waylon duck, fuck, down, down!!"
Behind private Waylon a large shadow appeared, with two dark and evil eyes looking down. Something was shining, as it went up, Mason saw it was some kind of blade, a black blade. he suddenly recognised it as Chill's Zweihander of Glory and Wind.
"Jesus Christ, Waylon, down, what am I saying, fucking run Waylon!!"
"What why?"
Just as he turned around to look for the reason why private Mason looked so terrified, the blade struck down and got stuck in his ribcage. As blood spluttered from his cleaved open chest, Waylon grabbed with his still working left arm to his belt.
"Run Mason...I'll hold him down... run."
Mason turned around, tears swelling in his eyes. He didn't know how many times he owed his life to Waylon, but he knew damn sure he wouldn't let him die in vain. As he ran through the hallway he heard Waylon yell loud at the thing that struck him down followed by a deep roar.
"You will die with me, motherfucker!"
The sound of a grenade filled the hall, followed by a massive shockwave that shattered every window in the hallway. Covering himself with his arms, Mason ran as fast as he could, away from the thing that attacked Waylon, because in his gut he knew that the grenade had failed to kill it.
If I was just a few seconds earlier, I could've saved him. I could've shot down that bastard.
fear crept up his spine as he collapsed to the ground. He was shivering, not from the icey cold air, nor from the blood that was trickling to the floor, seeping from his severe wounds. No he was shivvering out of fear, an eerie feeling, he tought never to feel again. His heart pumped at insane speeds, rushing his blood and adrenaline through his veins. The feeling his heart might explode, his veins may one moment burst. It was all due to his fear. He didn't understand, nor did he want to. He had clearly lost everything, clearly lost his grip on the situation.
His hands rose to his head, covering his eyes, while almost crying, as a wet sensation began to spread accros his eyes. He wanted to scream, but no sound came from his lips. He wanted to cry, but who would hear him, who would hear his pleas for help in this hellish nightmare where he was, after all...alone.
A noise came from the deepest and darkest part of the ruins. He heard it coming closer, he saw the shadow slide over the walls of the place he was losing his mind. This was not how it was ment to be, this was not how this was supposed to go. Why didn't he listen, why did he do that what he should not have done. It was all His fault, he was to blame for this mess they had been dragged in. Damn Him, cursed be His ignorance.
The noise came closer again, the tapping of feet on the floor, the sound of something sliding accros the floor. It was coming, It was coming for him. He could no longer refer to Him as him, but now it had to be refered to as It. It was no longer the man he used to know and obey, no, It was a monster. Nothing more and nothing less than a monster. A shadow consumed his own on the floor. he turned around with eyes filled with tears. He saw the blade go in the air, just as a final cry for help escaped his lips.
"H..Help..me, please...someone, help..me."
Dancing with death
"Yes indeed, boohoo, someone help me, haahaahaa!!"
Part 4: Silent ending
Dead silence
Together, hand in hand they walked through the hallway, Suigintou and Chill. Both covered in the blood of soldiers and monsters, smiling like newlyweds walking from the ile. Between the dozens of dead monsters, a few soldiers looked up, their eyes widened and already glazey. They had faced their worst fear, only to be killed or slaughtered by what was even worse than their worst fear.
As they passed each laboratory, the shutterdoors closed, trapping the few monsters that survived inside for yet another few millenia to come. Chill had found his purpose, a new reason for his existance. As with the discovery of Suigintou, he came yet another step closer to fullfilling his lifelong dream: the creation of the perfect lifeform, the perfect creature.
His methods were the same as his predecessor, everyone else but he himself was expendable. he did not care for their lifes, he only cared for himself and what he needed to find. Soon, very soon would he unleash his terror into the universe, but not yet, not yet. As the couple reached the elevator doors, he simply smashed them open and flew upwards untill he reached the upper level, the place from which both came.
As he walked outside, he looked back and smiled as he saw the last team of surviving soldiers anxiously await the arrival of their partners. While grinning, he pulled the lever on the outside, closing the doors. Before they understood the situation, the men were already locked inside the statue.
slowly both he and Suigintou arrived at the Marauder, Chill's personal flagship. Awaited by Zechs and Spectra he and Suigintou walked inside.
"Yet again shall we find perfection, as we again embark on a mission for power, hahaha."
Inside the statue the soldiers switched on their flashlights, screamed, yelled for help. Yet no person heard them, at least indeed not a person.
We did not scream, we did not yell, as we knew this was our end, it came closer, much closer. It smelled us and felt us untill it finally fed upon us.
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Day 18: It Starts Inside
A good man out of the good treasure of his heart brings forth good; and an evil man out of the evil treasure of his heart brings forth evil. For out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks. Luke 6:45
I used to be a very sarcastic person. I can remember a time in college when literally everything I said was a dig. My sister, called me out on it, "You're just mean," she said.
Why was I so 'mean'? How had I allowed myself to slip into such a hurtful pattern that was causing destruction in my relationships? I hadn't framed it that way. I thought it was fun and people were just too sensitive.
Doing the next right thing in thought it crucial to living a life of abundance and peace. Jesus gives stern caution to His followers in about the importance of monitoring your heart.
You have heard that it was said to those of old, 'You shall not commit adultery.' But I say to you that whoever looks at a woman to lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart. Matthew 5:27-28
He also speaks of murder starting with anger and calling your brother "A fool." Was my sarcasm as bad a murder? Is a passing thought of sexual impropriety adultery? I don't think that was His point.
First, you can relax. We all have thoughts of anger and sex and _(fill in the blank) and that does not mean you are a murderer or an adulterer. My friend Angela Sanders, meditation teacher and owner of Mindful Mindz, says this about thinking, "You have to simply be aware of your thinking. Start to notice it. Catch it. Don't judge it. Just be more choosy with what you latch on to."
It's a process of becoming more aware of what your monkey brain is automatically thinking versus what you are deliberately thinking. There is a statistic that we have between 50,000-70,000 thoughts per day which is 35-48 thoughts per minute! And approximately 98% of them are exactly the same as the thoughts we had the day before.
So if you dwell on the same negative thought patterns day after day after day, you can imagine where those thoughts will take you. From Anger to Murder. From Lust to Adultery.
OR on the flip side you can start to become more aware of how wild your mind is in its natural unchecked state and start substituting your thoughts for HIGHER thoughts. You can start to train your mind and then it will begin to steer your life in a new direction.
But I discipline my body and bring it into subjection, lest, when I have preached to others, I myself should become disqualified. 1 Corinthians 9:27
What does that mean? Does Paul want us to beat ourselves? Like they talk about in the Davinci Code? Not at all. Remember everything that seems on the surface to be an external command is really an internal suggestion. Always aim for internal.
Disciplining your body then is not lifting weights and limiting carbs, it's exercising discipline in your thinking and monitoring the direction of your heart. Paul continues his teaching on self-discipline in your heart and mind later on in the New Testament to Timothy.
In 1 Timothy 4: 7-8 we read, Do not waste time arguing over godless ideas and old wives' tales. Instead, train yourself to be godly. Physical training is good, but training for godliness is much better, promising benefits in this life and in the life to come.
How did I get out of a sarcastic pattern? I wish I could say I took deliberate measure to correct it but I didn't. What I did do was but for the Grace of God. My dad was sick with cancer, I came home over the summer and started attending my parent's new church. I reconnected. God spoke to me so profoundly that summer that my entire life changed. And with it, the sarcasm melted away.
Change can be deliberate or come by the Grace of God or both. It can be a moment of clarity where you know that something has to change. It can be a medical diagnosis, the loss of a loved one, a milestone birthday, a day just like any other. Be open and receptive. Start noticing more often that your circumstances are largely created by your choices and your inner world. The externals are just an expression of that inner reality.
For today make it a point to monitor your thinking. Start to become aware of what you are dwelling on. How do you know? Your feelings will be a clear compass to trace backwards to your thoughts. If you're generally depressed or sarcastic or anxious or negative, trace it back to the thinking that is causing those feelings. If you are generally feeling happy, content, abundant then you can be sure that your thoughts are also creating those feelings too.
To be physically fit requires a daily commitment to exercise and a discipline to eating well. To be spiritually fit requires a daily commitment to exercise discipline in your thoughts and in matters of the heart. Remember it is the little foxes that spoil the vine. There are no big deals. Big deals are made up of a million little deals. Choose wisely in the little details.
Day 18 Lenten Love Prayer:
I am starting to make the connection between my inner world and my outer experiences. It's freeing to know that I can stop trying to control and fix everything outside of me and start with the awareness that it is the matters of the heart and mind where I can make the biggest change. Help me to be more aware of my negative thinking. Help me to see it for what it is, not sinful, just undisciplined. Help me to detach from those thoughts that don't serve the higher purpose You have called me to, and let them leave my mind as quickly as they came. I am willing to be open to practicing meditation and becoming more aware of my thoughts. I will practice exercising self-discipline in my mind and heart everyday. I will have faith that as I do this my outer world will change too. Thank you for sharing the secrets of the kingdom with me today. Your ways are higher than mine and now I understand that I have been focusing too long on the outside and will focus more on my inner reality. Thank you for your patience and love for me as I continue to grow.
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(WKMG CLICK 6) LEESBURG, Fla. – A 36-year-old Lake County woman was arrested on allegations of having sex with two boys on separate occasions after giving them some form of "intoxicating drink."
Barbara Kirby, of Leesburg, was arrested Tuesday on charges of lewd or lascivious battery on a victim older than 12 and younger than 16 and tampering with a victim.
According to the Lake County Sheriff's Office, officers with the Leesburg Police Department met with two boys and their parents in late December about the sex allegations.
One of the boys told authorities that he visited Kirby's Leesburg home around December 11 and she gave him something to drink. The boy said he felt light-headed and dizzy and fell asleep after finishing the drink, according to a sheriff's report.
The boy said he awakened and was naked on the living room sofa, according to officials. The boy told authorities that Kirby then undressed and said, "Age is just a number," before having sex with him, the report stated.
The boy said he felt embarrassed and returned home after quickly getting dressed, sheriff's officials stated.
Kirby saw the boy two days later, according to deputies, and threatened to kill him if he told anyone what happened.
Deputies said the boys' accounts were similar to each other.
According to the sheriff's report, Kirby admitted to having sex with one of the boys but invoked her right not to answer questions about the other case.
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Man, 63, held in shooting deaths of 2 Indianapolis womenA 63-year-old man has been arrested and charged with murder after he told police he shot and killed his girlfriend and her son's fiance after their bodies were found in the couple's Far Westside home.
The two women, 61-year-old Linda Nickle and 24-year-old Elizabeth Newcomer, were found about 5 p.m. Saturday in the 6800 block of Westdrum Road.
Sgt. Paul Thompson, a spokesman for the Indianapolis Metropolitan Police, said Elwin Hart, Indianapolis, called police from a nearby church to turn himself in about 20 minutes after the bodies were discovered.
Thompson said a domestic dispute might have been the cause of the shootings.
The couple lived together in the home. The couple, he said, bought the house to rehab it and that there may have been an argument Friday possibly related to the house that spilled over to Saturday afternoon.
Police said Nickle's son, who was out of the city at the time, knew about the argument and became worried when he was unable to reach his mother and Newcomer, so he had a friend break into the house in an attempt to make contact. The bodies were discovered at that point.
Newcomer also resided at the house.
Hart was arrested at the Lynhurst Baptist Church, 1250 South Lynhurst Drive, about 5:30 p.m. Saturday.
Thompson said Hart also faces charges for possession of marijuana after police found several bags of the controlled substance and a one-hitter pipe in his possession.


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The penumbral eclipse begins at 1:17 am and the umbral shadow will take a small, dark bite out of the left edge of the Moon starting at 2:18 am. For 61 minutes of the partial phase, the darkness engulfs more of the Moon's disk as it slides into the shadow. The partial eclipse ends and totality begins at 3:27 am and the point of the greatest eclipse occurs at 3:55 am. The eclipse's total phase will lasts for 58 minutes. The Moon will be 34 degrees above the southern horizon at the instant of the greatest eclipse. Finally, the partial eclipse ends at 5:32 am.
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Chairman of LuLu Group Yusuff Ali MA has been bestowed with this year's Queen's Award for his contribution towards boosting international trade. Lord Lieutenant John Crabtree, H.M.The Queen's special representative handed over the award to Yusuff Ali MA during a glittering ceremony held at the Birmingham Council House. Later in the day, H.M. Queen Elizabeth hosted a royal reception for the winners at Buckingham Palace and had a close interaction with the chosen few award winners.
The Queen's Award is announced every year on the Birthday of Queen Elizabeth and is awarded for meritorious contribution in the fields of innovation, international trade and employment generation which results in tangible growth of UK's economy. The award ceremony was attended by Anne Underwood, Lord Mayor of Birmingham, Christine Hamilton, Under Secretary of Trade Ministry, Khalid Mehmood, MP and a host of prominent businessmen and trade officials. Speaking about the Award, John Crabtree said, "Y International UK Pvt Ltd. part of LuLu Group has played a tremendous role in further boosting UK's position as an investor friendly destination. They have not only opened up a huge market for the British products worldwide through their operations here but also have contributed significantly in providing job and training opportunities."
During his acceptance speech, Yusuff Ali MA said, "I am extremely honored and proud to receive the prestigious Queen's Award this year. This great recognition will surely help us further strengthen our plans to expand business interests in UK and continue with our innovations and contributions to the dynamic economy of UK. The fact that we have grown and expanded our operations in such a short span of time is a testament of the pro-development economic policies of UK and we are fully committed to playing our role in further boosting the trade while focusing on key aspects such as highest quality, human resources and excellent corporate governance".
Y International UK Pvt Ltd, with its huge state-of-the-art operations in Birmingham, sources and exports a wide range of world-class food products to over 136 hypermarkets and supermarkets of LuLu Group across the ME, Africa, India and Far East countries.
The group which has already invested close to US$ 550 million till now in the UK including The East India Company and London Scotland Yard, will be investing another US$ 52 million in setting up an advanced food processing zone in Birmingham, the work for which will begin next month informed Yusuff Ali.
"It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed."
"Envy comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had."


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These Two Things Usually Make Confused In Attending Prom Party
For students, prom parties are the most awaited thing in their school days. For that, many students are very much looking forward to the moment and make it as a means of showing the right self. Usually, students will be very confused to choose what vehicle they will ride to get to the destination. Now, there is www.lapartybusrental.com/ who can deliver the students to get to the destination with a good impression and right.
In addition to confused choosing a vehicle, usually, there are some other things that can make students become confused in preparation for the prom party.
1. Makeup
For female students, makeup is still a big problem and should be prepared carefully if you want maximum appearance at a party, especially a prom party that will be the last party with their friends. For that, many students who make makeup tests before the party occurs.
2. What Will They Do There
Many students are confused what to do at the party, in fact, many of activities that they can do with a friend who will they meet for the last time in school.


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Recently, SnapChat settled with Maryland state consumer regulators over its collection of users' private information and advertising that the app makes images, texts and messages shared on it disappear forever. Further, the makers of the app, which is popular among those who use their mobile phones to" sext" (send and receive sexually suggestive content) don't do much to prevent teens under 13 to use it. Federal policies apply to those 13 and over.
The truth is the app cannot prevent others from sharing the information shared on it and now SnapChat has agree to pay the state $100,000 in a settlement similar to one it entered with the Federal Trade Commission.
But just as the feds catch up with the most popular app, new similar ones prop up.
Like their parents, kids too use social media to connect with friends, family, peers, teachers and others. They are not always going to stick to the most popular ones like Facebook and Instagram, but may aim to get away from the masses (and their parents) by gravitating towards the the multitude of social apps available makes it easy for children to express themselves, share photos and videos, organize social events, and even meet new friends.
But what has happened is that some of these apps – in the wrong hands – can potentially do much more harm than good.
Ivory Thompson, of Retina-X Studios, a premier provider of activity monitoring and tracking solutions for mobile phones, computers, tablets and networks, has compiled a list of 3 popular social networking apps that can be potentially dangerous for kids when used unsupervised:
● Omegle
This app is becoming increasingly popular with teens and young kids, but here's the problem; the whole point of the app is to "talk to strangers". Users connect to the app and are paired with a random stranger to begin chatting with. In these chat rooms there are no regulations, no holds barred, and ANY two users can be randomly paired together. This means any adult can quickly be paired with a 12 year old to begin their chat session about anything they want.
● Yik Yak
While this app was started to function like a virtual campus bulletin board for college students, it has quickly ballooned to way more than that. The way it works is users can anonymously post short messages (about anything they want) that can be read by other users of the app only within a 1.5 mile radius. Sounds like a quick way to connect with people in your vicinity right? Maybe not so much. Using "GPS/Check-in" apps is a dangerous way to let stalkers and predators know exactly where you are and what you're doing. Most recently, this app has been known to be involved in cyber bullying and known to be used to send sexually explicit messages to "hook-up" with others.
● Whisper
Much like the Omegle app, this app allows users to meet strangers, share secrets and much more. But this one takes things a little further; Whisper allows other users to know a general area of where the user is. This is a feature that can be extremely dangerous in the wrong malicious hands.
All of the new technology that kids use today is great for them to express how they feel and to interact with friends. The problem now is that many teens and young kids are given too much freedom to do what they want on these apps without the proper supervision of parents or guardians. It should be the highest priority for parents to keep a close watch over kids and not provide too much freedom especially when dealing with potentially dangerous social networking apps and teach them the right and proper way to use such new technology to their advantage.
It's better to be knowledgeable and safe than sorry and to monitor new apps as they are uploaded on your children's devices and become popular


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Gladys Baker Morris, a 56-year woman residing in Southern California, is claiming that she is the secret love child of former United States President John Fitzgerald Kennedy and American Icon, Marilyn Monroe.
Gladys grew up believing that she was distantly related to Monroe; she was told that her birth mother was Marilyn Monroe's first cousin, Meredith Baker. Throughout her life, Gladys never once questioned who her biological mother was. She really believed that there was no reason to question it.
However, in 2014, Meredith Baker was sick and near death. Just moments before she took her last breath, she looked at the girl that she had called "daughter" for the last 53 years. She confessed, "Your real mother is Marilyn Monroe. Marilyn was afraid that the Kennedy brothers would have her and you killed if they found out about the pregnancy." Marilyn had given birth to Gladys in secret and had immediately given her to her cousin, Meredith. Meredith went on to raise Gladys as her own daughter to protect her cousin.
Just minutes after Meredith shared the secret, she passed away. Leaving Gladys to discover her history on her own.
Gladys was beside herself after learning the news; she felt as though so many things made sense…Her looks, her age, the precautions that Meredith took while Marilyn was still alive. She immediately began researching her medical records and family and learned that she was, in fact, adopted.
18 months after learning the shocking news, Gladys recovered her most coveted document: her birth certificate. She also obtained her adoption records. Both notarized documents stated what Gladys had been searching for: she was, in fact, the daughter of Marilyn Monroe.
While several stories have surfaced of women claiming to be the daughter of the iconic entertainer, none have had legal documentation that proves their reasoning. Gladys not only has the legal documents, but she also matches the right age; Dr. Lion Krohn, Marilyn's gynecologist, documented that Marilyn became pregnant in 1961 and gave birth to a daughter in 1962, the same year as Gladys.
For now, Gladys is awaiting the DNA results. Until then, she will know in her heart that she is the daughter of Marilyn Monroe and JFK. She hopes for confirmation and to develop a relationship with members of the Kennedy Family once the results come back positive.


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The UK Green Investment Bank (GIB) has announced two equity investments totaling 461 million British pounds in the U.K. offshore wind sector.
Specifically, GIB is investing alongside Japan's Marubeni Corp. to jointly purchase a 50% stake in the 210 MW Westermost Rough offshore project from DONG Energy. GIB is committing about half of the funds to the approximately 500 million British pound transaction.
GIB has also agreed to acquire a 10% stake in the of 576 MW Gwynt y Mor offshore wind project from RWE Innogy. The purchase price is 220 million British pounds.
'The U.K. has ambitious plans to build on its position as a world leader in offshore wind. We have two roles to play in supporting those plans," says Shaun Kingsbury, chief executive of GIB. "Firstly, to directly invest to help developers recycle their capital into the next wave of new renewable energy projects. Secondly, to invest on fully commercial terms to create a demonstration effect which others will follow.'


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- Stage versus live site changes.
- Which of the site details in Command Center can be changed?
- Who can make the changes?
SAP SuccessFactors Recruiting Marketing
Scenario 1 : Changes to stage instances for which integration has not been started yet:
Site Name: Site Name is the customer's go-to-market name. It should be the name of the company as the customer wants it to appear. This is also the name that appears in the CSB configuration tool.
> This can be changed in Command Center though it is good practice to keep this as close to the company name as possible so as to not confuse matters. In the case where a customer has multiple RMK instances, it is advised to use a site name which references the Bizx Company ID the site will be integrated with, again to avoid confusion.
Site URL: This is the URL for the Recruiting Marketing public site. The site URL must be unique.
> This can be changed but must be correct for the appropriate environment and data center. (see KBA in the See also section which outlines the Required URL format) If the integration has been started then of course changing the URL means this has to be reflected in the configuration already done.
Company Name: This is usually the same as the Site Name. It should be filled out before the start of the project.
> This can be changed but again should be chosen to match the actual company name.
Folder Name: Would normally match the site name. Should be filled out before the start of the project.
> This is never visible to the customer on the Front end so there should not be any need to change it. If the integration has been started then this should not be changed.
Scenario 2 : Changes to live instances: NB : It is never advised to make changes once the site is live.
Site Name: This can be changed but it is always good practice to have the Site name matching the Company name or in the case where customer has multiple RMK instances, it is advised to use a site name which references the Bizx Company ID the site will be integrated with, again to avoid confusion. The integration should not be changed so there should be no need to change the site name.
Site URL: This is not recommended and requires careful planning and coordination with the client, Professional Services and Data Center Operations. We would strongly suggest engaging with PS and managing this as a project to ensure all the potential areas are accounted for. Some considerations include (note this is not an exhaustive list):
- A change in URL would mean a change in the SSL certification that would need to be coordinated with our operations team.
- The client would have to decide what they want to do for redirects with the existing Links that may be on job boards or marketing sites that point to the previous URL.
- The client would need to create a redirect from the old domain to the new domain to prevent any existing link in emails or the internet from failing. If not done this would also affect SPAM compliance as all emails sent to TC Members would have links that no longer work preventing users from unsubscribing.
- Job feeds may need to be reconfigured so the job boards know where to pick up jobs.
- Multiple changes would need to be made to the RCM integration setup.
- There would also need to be a coordination to run all jobs through job maintenance.
- SEO would also be impacted as the existing URL would have history and the site would likely start over with SEO value.
Folder Name: after the site is live, this should not be changed.
Company Name: Can be changed once the site is live but again, there should be a valid reason for it as the company name could appear on the job pages.
Who can make the changes:
The changes to stage sites outlined above can be carried out in Command Center by the Implementation partner. They can also be done by Support and Professional Services.
NB : Changes to live sites should be carried out by Professional Services through a change project. Please reach out to your SSEM for further steps.
See Also
2527843 - Cannot access stage RMK URL with error "The service is unavailable"
Company ID change, instance name change, , KBA , LOD-SF-RMK-CC , Command Center , How To


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Finding Spiritual Oneness in Interfaith Relationships
In the spring of 2012, three high-profile celebrity intermarriages took place. Typical of A-list events, details were wrapped in secrecy. That only made them more of an object for public curiosity.
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Karen wrote asking for advice about how to relate to her Jewish boyfriend. She is a Christian. He doesn't share her faith. Karen said, "I believe that without trusting in Jesus' atonement, your sins are not forgiven. But I also believe that the Jews are God's chosen people."
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You have your own unique perspective on beauty. You learn from others and also teach others. You are the new beauty tastemaker – creating fabulous content every single day – on YouTube, Instagram, Pinterest and more. Be inspired to express yourself through beauty!
If so, this is a volunteer opportunity that you won't want to miss!
We are recruiting volunteers for Generation Beauty by Ipsy, our annual beauty event, to be held at Pier 92, scheduled on Saturday, October 3, 2015 from 11am-5pm and Sunday, October 4, 2015 from 11am-3pm. Pier 92, 711 12th St, New York, NY, 10019.
Generation Beauty NYC is a unique beauty experience that brings together the leading online beauty, fashion, and lifestyle gurus, their passionate fans, and top beauty brands for a weekend of inspiration, networking, and fun
This event caters to individuals interested in the beauty and fashion. We will have some of the top stylist, beauty influencers, and vloggers attending the event of the course of two day. There will also be a host of beauty brands including Sephora, Smashbox, Cargo, etc.
Volunteers will help with help with brands, stage/meet&greet help, line management, registration, along with a hosts of other duties. Must be 18 years and older
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Volunteers will receive a goodie bag that includes a TON of cool stuff and a Generation Beauty tee shirt!!
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By Elizabeth Ward
ArtsPost staff writer
Rarely do we experience artistic productions with historical weight, but CityDance Ensemble may have achieved such leaping heights at its "Catalyst" concert at the Lansburgh Theatre last week.
Still a teenager in age, CityDance has struggled with staying accessible and consistent in the D.C. arts landscape. Maybe this is because it is the one of the only modern dance companies in the District. Maybe they have had trouble establishing legitimacy. Maybe it is simply impossible to market modern dance. But after last week's performance, CityDance may have found its foothold on the American modern dance stage.
"Catalyst" was the company's final performance before its tour to Bahrain, where CityDance's choreography and partnerships will serve as a vehicle for cultural diplomacy. Furthermore, the concert served as a catalyst for the careers of two powerhouse choreographers and for the preservation of a modern dance legend.
With Artistic Director Paul Gordon Emerson, it was about curating more detail-oriented experiences, providing small yet exquisite snapshots of style. This is somewhat of a breakthrough for Emerson. I have always appreciated his visual ideas but found that he rarely knew how to challenge, adopt, adapt and exude true artistic style. The first act opened with "Little Adorations," Emerson's three-person web of hip-hop pops and locks, as well of rounds of funky, intertwined movement to the freshness of Radiohead. It was the pre-dinner mint, full of quirky, thorough design. Surely this couldn't be Emerson — so polished, so well rounded? Surely, it was.
Emerson also appended his politically poignant "Entangled" to the end of the first act in a last-minute decision. The original iteration of the piece was inspired by the controversies of Guantanamo Bay, but had since morphed into commercialized filler, leaving the bubbly, personable, beat-boxing stylings of D.C.'s Christylez Bacon un-highlighted. Despite this morph or even the last-minute feel of it, it was a delightful break for the overworked brain, letting us enjoy the charmingly casual love dance reminiscent of old-time Gene Kelly movies. Was it commercial? Yes. Was it accessible? Yes. Did it make the audience smile? Definitely.
Nestled between these two differing yet appreciated Emerson dances was the anchor of the first act — and possibly the anchor of the whole show: "+1/-1" by Choreographer-in-Residence Christopher K. Morgan.
Morgan is what you might call an epic choreographer. His works are usually long, drawn-out and completely over my head. They involve politics, poetry, props and costumes (that sometimes serve as props). He is a true creative, but he has yet to rein in his creativity to produce something everlastingly remarkable. However, Morgan's "+1/-1" is a stunningly brilliant example of "less is more when you know what you already have," especially when what you have are superb dancers. It is a piece inspired by relationships:
Dancing with and without a partner…a look at the challenges, beauty and inherent metaphors involved when adding or subtracting a dancer from movement. +1/-1 asks several questions: What happens when another person is added to a situation? What happens in the void left by an absent partner? How does one fill the void, or is it simply left empty?
"+1/-1" begins with claps of thunder, followed by a looming, chromatic cello. Kathryn Pilkington opens in a single spotlight, introducing the arachnid movement as well as the backless blue-black leotards that seem to add strength, length and agility to the dancers' dance. Soon the entire company enters with these eerie moves, only adding more intrigue. It is the kind of crooked choreography where the simple quiver of fingertips is enough to spark goose bumps.
This style soon transforms into a balletic foundation, the crux of the piece. Alice Wylie and Maleek present us with the emptiness and completeness of the ballet partner, only to be followed by the exquisitely athletic pas de deux of Elizabeth Gahl and William Smith. These attitudes, jetés and pirouettes allow us to finally see the talents of the dancers. This was the first time every CityDance dancer pulled something challenging out of his or her technical hat in order to shine. I have never seen them so stylistically and physically strong.
Ballet began with structure, only to later abandon specificity and structure in the face of modern dance. In one way, Morgan's choreography pays homage to ballet as a catalyst for his work. In another way, "+1/-1" serves as a mirrored catalyst into the future — placing the vastness and exhilaration of modern dance as an inspiration for future styles.
As one audience member said, "That will be performed for decades to come." How fitting, then, that it premiered in the same production with Paul Taylor's choreography: the revolutionary definition of modern dance.
Paul Taylor, 77, is a pioneer of avant-garde modern dance. His works are rarely performed outside of his own company, but he allowed CityDance to present two of his lesser-known classics, a never-seen-before occasion.
"Last Look" opened the second act with various mirrors and a colorful heap of bodies on the floor. The dancers suddenly trashed all of their technique in the name of uncanny modernism to "convulse," "shake," "flail" and "flop." It is an apocalyptic world, where the characters are incapable of fully communicating with one another, using sexual, flimsy and awkward jabs. It is outwardly unattractive and strange, sometimes causing discomfort, confusion and pure emotional exhaustion. But the significance of this piece is not so outward as it is intrinsic. The audience may have squirmed and scowled, especially at William Smith's disturbing facial expressions, but this was how Paul Taylor meant for us to react. It still feels innovative so many years later, but the real question is if it translates to audiences today.
Based on the rave applause and cheers from the audience, I would say it does. More so, it explains why Emerson is so intent on preserving Paul Taylor's works, especially the ones that have never been outsourced before.
This is also the case with "Images," the starkly opposite, futuristically tribal number of the third act. It featured selections from various Claude Debussy piano works paired with stoic yet fluttering dance positions. The multicolored skirts and Egyptian-like poses elicit genuine smiles, while the simplicity and statuesque images are readily understandable. All eight vignettes made me thankful that this work exists and established Paul Taylor as a diversely moving, preservation-worthy entity in the history of modern dance.
This production was the beginning of something momentous. The concert may have had one too many pauses and intermissions; it may even have been 10 minutes too long; and it may not have presented works that directly relate to one another. Yet in its entirety, the program represented stellar choreographical muscle, making us excited for the future of CityDance and the further preservation of historical work. Audience education has never looked so good.


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By Dave DeNatale
The NBA playoffs have been going on for the past three weeks, and frankly I've not paid too much attention.
Part of the reason has been because of the Indians early success. I'm buying into Manny Acta and his "Wahoo Baseball" as this year's edition of the Tribe is so much fun to watch. Whether or not they can carry this momentum through to the rest of the season to me is irrelevant. They're winning right now and that's what matters.
But I think I've also been keeping away from the NBA postseason because for the first time since 2005, the Cavaliers aren't there.
The only excitement about the Cavaliers right now is finding out where they will draft when the NBA holds its lottery next week.
And while we remember the good ol' days of the past five years, you-know-who is having all kinds of fun with the Miami Heat. It just doesn't seem that anyone can beat Wade, James, Bosh and company in a seven-game series. Not the Celtics, or the Bulls, or the Mavericks, or anyone else.
While I try to restrain myself from getting sick at the thought of "The Decision Maker" hoisting the Larry O'Brien trophy next month, one game helped restore my interest in NBA playoff basketball.
I came home after midnight on Monday to see the Memphis Grizzlies battle the Oklahoma City Thunder and couldn't walk away from the television.
You had two young teams with emerging stars fighting into triple overtime, before Kevin Durant led Oklahoma City to the victory to even the series at two games apiece. Former Buckeye Mike Conley hit an unbelievable three-pointer to help Memphis force overtime. Then, Grizzlies rookie Greivis Vasquez hit a clutch three to send it to double OT. I found myself rooting for these Memphis underdogs, yet I was also yelling at Russell Westbrook to please throw the ball to Durant instead of forcing bad shot after bad shot.
Ah-ha! That's why I love the NBA, and the playoffs in particular. You never know what's going to happen! Not when Derrick Rose makes brilliant play after brilliant play. Not when Zach Randolph has been reborn as a dominant force for Memphis. And not when Rajon Rondo fights back from a dislocated elbow to inspire the Celtics to a win over Miami.
Make no mistake; I will be rooting for whoever plays the Heat from here on in. But I also know that thanks to a couple of young stars, I am committed to the NBA again.
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The bitterness toward the Heat is overdone, and tired. Root for the Cavs to move on, and improve with the leadership of Byron Scott. The absolute hatred against Lebron James is ludicrous as well. Michael Reghi and Kenny Roda act like they were dating him, and he cheated on them. Reghi- hold on to your hair plugs!! Yes, the Decision was stupid, and the posturing in Miami was goofy, but we live in a time where athletes are held up as role models too often.
Bottom line- James played well for seven years, and took the team to heights it never had achieved before. His cast of supporting players should be happy to have been along for the ride, as it was a good one. I am not a James (or for the most part , an NBA fan- I prefer college basketball), but he had a right to move onto wherever he wanted to go.
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It was a pleasant and relaxing boat ride down the river. Despite not able to understand the boatman's introduction of the scenery along the river. We had truly enjoy the scenery.
Pretty. Only 30 min or so. Good experience. Salted fish cooking at end. Walked to Edo Wonderland but may need to ask vendors for directions as it is obscure.
The scenary of the river is breath taking. The boat rider is very enthustic although we don't know what he is talking. We have 5 boats on the day even during weekdays. It is the peak season for red leaves. I recommend to do a...More
Rowing along the white water river,viewing the natural.
You can take the first ride at 0900 and request for bus service to Edo Wonderland rather than back to Kinugawa Onsen station.
Sitting in-front could get wet but can easily asked the rower to help take...More
for 2500 yen, you can enjoy the river sights and see some interesting landmarks. The boats are safe and the boat liders can be quite funny. If it rains they handle plastic raincoats to every passenger. At the end you can buy a group picture...More
The departure point is an easy ten minute walk from Kinugawa Onsen Station towards your right, just behind the Kanaya Hotel. There are enough signboards to lead you there after crossing the road.
Plan your time properly as there are only 2 departures every hour....More
We got our tickets, they were around 2000 yen each, and descended the stairs the riverbank where about 5 large boats and over a hundred Japanese were waiting for us.
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This is quite an enjoyable 30-40 minute boat ride down the Kinugawa river. You go through some mild rapids, and there's some chance of getting wet, but nothing too scary. The gorge scenery, however is quite nice, and if you speak any Japanese, the guide...More
White-water rafting it isn't! It is a pleasant 30min trip down a river taking in some great scenery. The boat has about 30 people and you sit on the floor or kneel down, so you need to take your shoes off. If you go peak...More