Tracy believe that a love is just a curse for her nang iwanan siya ng sinta niyang si Sean. Wala itong ibang gawin at sasaktan lang siya. Hindi na siya maniniwala sa mahika ng pag ibig dahil siya mismo naranasan ang pait at sakit niyon.

     And she learned that love comes along in a right place and in a right time.

Love is a beautiful thing.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Beck Oliver. The most popular kid at Hollywood Arts. All the girls want him, and now he's available thanks to a fight between him and the terrifying Jade West.

Catarina Valentine. The spacey, bubbly, eccentric young girl at Hollywood Arts. Even if she might be a little peculiar, Cat's got a great group of friends to support her. 

No one at Hollywood Arts would ever pair these two together. But would it be a perfect match after all?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

In which a boy who thought he had it all,
Find that he is nothing,
Without her.


"Wait—what?" it dawned on them what Lumi meant. 
"It never stopped. The tribe ended up scarce in the 1800s due to the curse and colonizers," the lack of concern was quite concerning. "But Father told me the local tribe wasn't the only one to suffer from that curse. There were countless others. The tribes were not the only victims. Colonizers were too, and they did different kinds of treatments to try and stop it. Nothing truly worked. It was as if the curse was a void. It only grew bigger as it was fed." 
The two men shared a look. There goes their five-year normal life living. Though for Matthos, normalcy was never his thing. His excitement grew, although it may have been attributed to his family's legacy. 
"Lumi, dearest," Barney started," When you say that it never stopped and the tribe went scarce, does that mean this is only the start?" He gulped, already thinking of Matthos's parents, who were in City A. That meant they were in danger. The thought also dawned on Matthos, who quickly asked, 
"Lumi, was there a sort of talisman back then that shielded those who were able to escape?" 
"My father tried, and I think it saved a child," Lumi frowned, "Though it involved alchemy and the occult arts."
"Shoot!" Barney made the two jump in surprise, "Alchemy, my bro. Prima materia; that means you need to transfigure a soul into a talisman."
"Please don't tell me it's the Philosopher's Stone," Matthos groaned, tired of that universal medicine of and banner of alchemy. Even Lumi looked offended, 
"Of course not! No! But it was a volatile process, from what I remember. It included several stages of purification, and the ingredients were not common."
"What were the ingredients, Lumi? And what did your Father do to protect the both of you?" he continued his queries while Barney drank his sad coffee. She glanced at him and winced, finding the scent rancid. With bunny eyes, she gave her full attention to Matthos. At first, he wondered why Lumi was making the beautiful eyes on him until he noticed the empty cup.
He chuckled and rinsed it and then made another cup of caramel macchiato as an eager Lumi gave a grin of victory. Barney just kept his silence. Inside, he found the scene heartwarming. If they weren't talking about a potential pandemic, he would've wanted to take a photo. 

Lumi's greyish hair, the color of a dragon's beard, curled like that of a doll's and reached her shoulder. Her elfin features would definitely make it into Matthos's gallery. 
'Well, that got me distracted,' he thought and observed his friend's body language. He's gentle towards her but in full alert mode. 
'Interesting…'
"So Lumi, what did your Father do to protect the kid?" Matthos continued
"Wait a minute," Barney said, but Lumi did not catch what the phrase meant, "It means hold on," he explained. "Why weren't you affected?" 
That caught her off-guard, "I'm not sure, really. We didn't hear it, but the rest of the village did, and the tribe suffered the most."
"We keep getting off track, I mean getting away from the original conversation," Matthos clarified, "What were the ingredients, Lumi?" 
Lumi set the cup down, her brows wrinkled in concentration. "Tears of Wren, the blood of a predator, a chunk of fool's gold, and a piece of ivory," she stated.
"What will come out of that talisman?" Barney asked.
"Well, if my memory serves me well, it will be half gold and silver. There is a sign that of a deity: Dian Masalanta, the goddess of love and peace. She imbedded a wreath of May-blooming flowers in the coin-like talisman."
"What in the—where are you from, Lumi?" Barney was lost. Dian Masalanta was the goddess of love and peace in Philippine mythology. Also, the same deities worshipped long ago in Physma and several cities that Filipinos have migrated to. If Lumi knew Dian Masalanta, then she must be from somewhere connected by land bridges or brought by trades. 
"Se De" 
Silence ensued
"Well, that's anti-climactic," Barney commented, "Scratch that from the board right now. What's important is the tribe worshipped deities similar or the same ones in Philippine mythology. That narrows down our list, right?" 
Matthos replied, "Bad news: that broadens our research. We're talking Philippine gods and goddesses, deities and creatures. Throw alchemy, occult arts, and purification. That means that this is an unsolved case with little to no lead."
That crushed the two's spirits, to which Matthos tried to remedy, 
"Good news, it's not the philosopher's stone," he said weakly, only receiving glares. At least he tried.

"It all started with a lullaby. With a voice more melodic than a nightingale's but a heart colder than winter. Hatred led to the death of the innocent. A blood sacrifice was made. Lullabies glorify death. You'll know why. For now, listen to the Wintertide's Lullaby." 
Lumi never knew what safety felt like. When she did, she never wanted to let it go. Life had other plans for her, but fate had sympathy and gave her a gift. She will never be alone ever again. 
Matthos Trem wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but his heart was always in the right place. In the midst of a pandemic, he finds himself entangled with a creature never encountered by anyone before. With his best friend, Barney Matthos goes on an adventure to discover the pearl of the orient sea and find the answer to what is killing his people. And Lumi is both the answer and the question.
 
Excerpt:
Matthos chuckled, “So it was like that?” 

Judging from the circumstances he found her in, she should’ve been dead. She’s barely alive, he noted. He snapped back to reality as the wind grew stronger. The storm will only get stronger from then on. His time was limited. 

With that, Matthos carefully took her in his arms. She was barely breathing. He felt the burning need to save her, an unfamiliar feeling like never before. Without further ado, he walked away, leaving the fountain and the peaceful life he believed he would lead from then on.

Books used as study basis:
A Handbook of Philippine Folklore by Mellie Leandicho Lopez
Soul Mates, Karma and Reincarnation by Jaime T. Licauco
Gayang
Mga Nilalang na Kagila-Gilalas by Edgar Calabia Samar
Philippine Folklore Literature "The Epics" by Damiana L. Eugenio

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Arthur and Curtis reached to the North River before the night. North River was a huge and great city.

North River hasn't been builded next to the walls of the maze like Gold River. The city had three main walls.

The outside walls were the main walls to protect the city. There were a lot of knights and warriors at the outer walls. Also between the outer walls and the second walls the people of the North River were living. Between the second wall and the third wall there were guilds and the clan buildings. And at the center of the North River, there was management buildings and a monument of the hero who founded North River.

They entered from the city's doors fast since Curtis was a clan leader.

While they were traveling through the second walls, Arthur was looking around.

There were a lot of stores and restaurants. The buildings of the North River was also different than the Gold River.

When they were crossing from the streets, he was seeing the people who are challenging each other on the fights and the people drinking together.

Arthur,

"Do the people know the war is coming?"

Curtis,

"They probably know. But most of the people trust to the walls of the North River. Some say, the stone of the walls gifted to the North River clans by the maze masters."

"Do you mean that walls have the same stone?"

"Who knows. Maybe they have, maybe they don't have."

"This city is huge than Gold River."

"Yes, it is. Since Gold River's economic power comes from the trade, the job opportunities are really less at the Gold River."

Arthur was looking to the city and he wanted to travel the city. Maybe he could learn something useful in the North River.

"Curtis, I will travel the city. I will come next to you guys later."

Curtis turned to Arthur and he gave a necklace to him,

"If you want to enter from the second walls, you have to show this necklace at the door."

Arthur got the necklace from Curtis and,

"Thanks."

Curtis,

"And don't be late. If Ragnar is in the city, I bet you have something to talk with him."

"Yes, we have a lot. Thanks again Curtis."

"No Arthur, I should have thank to you. You helped us to reach to the city."

After speaking a minute or so with Curtis, Arthur started to walk in the streets of the North River.

While he was walking in the city, he found a store that sells armors and weapons. There were lots of people at both outside and inside of it.

He decided to enter and look what they had got in the store. Maybe they had the third ancient sword. Arthur thought on his mind,

"If the sword is somewhere near, maybe I can learn who opened the door."

While he was walking towards the shop, he realized that the shop's building was also a well designed huge building.

As he came close to the shop, he started to hear other people talking. Some of them were standing on somewhere and some of them were playing games.

He heard an old man's speech,

"I don't care what you say about them. This Gold River is too dangerous. They are gaining all these gold for years. They want to spend the gold that they have. They want to annex our city. Even maybe they offered gold to the leaders of the clans for buying the city. We must fight."

The other man next to him who look younger shouted excitedly and spoke quickly,

"You are right! We must show our strength to the Gold River!"

Than a woman that has red hairs and brown eyes who was entering to the store spoke to the men who were talking about the incoming war,

"Are you sure about that? The Westonian knights are so scared about the Maze Dragon that they can't even return to their kingdom."

The men,

"You are right Lady Rose!"

After that Arthur focused on a different group who were talking about the weapon prices.

He stayed outside for a while to learn new information about the North River before entering to the store.

When he entered to the store, he saw a huge saloon with many staff who are helping to the people to buy the weapons or guiding to the people for finding the weapon that they want.

There were lots of weapons not just swords.

While he was walking in the store, two people were buying a weapon at that time. A woman bought a shining sword and a man bought a bow.

A staff came close to the Arthur and asked what was he looking. Arthur just said that he was looking for something interesting.

While the store staff was showing some weapons which are being told as unique by the staff a man came close to the Arthur.

Arthur ignored the man when he passed but then a lightning flashed in Arthur's thoughts. He was Barney.

Arthur looked to him and tried to understand what he was doing there.

He thanked to the store staff and started to follow Barney.

Barney got out from the store and entered to a street. He was walking fast but Arthur was still seeing him.

Then he suddenly entered to an old building that next to him.

Arthur was thinking in his mind whether if they were going to attack the city or not.

Arthur thought,

"So they entered to the city somehow. But there is something important, even Vanessa's knights are here something is happening."

Then he noticed the opened window of the building and entered to the building from the window.

He tried to understand where he was. The room that he entered wasn't getting to much light from the window since the sun was about to down.

After waiting for a while, his eyes adapted to the room's darkness and he found the door of the room. He opened the door and saw a hallway which was lightened by a lamp.

He heard some speeches from the room that is at the end of the hallway. He walked quietly and when he was next to the door he stopped and started listening the speeches.

"What do you have Barney?"

"I don't have a lot. The people are talking still same things and they won't attack to us."

"What do you mean?"

"They know that we are scared of the Maze Dragon."

"We are not Barney, we are just not taking any risks."

"Tell this to my ass."

Barney started talking again after going next to the window of the room,

"This is too dangerous. Why do we even do that?"

"I wasn't willing to come here with you. Shut up! If the princess Vanessa didn't want you to come with me I wouldn't come with you."

"Yes, just because of that damn Arthur. I think she has feelings for him. I'm glad that she finally loves someone but that Arthur is a trouble maker."

"Shut up! We have more important things to discuss. We have to report."

"Yes, we have to. I don't know how to do that. You can do this, right?"

"Okey I'm writing the letter."

The man started to write the letter while Barney was looking from window to the street.

Barney started talking suddenly,

"You know what, I saw a lady today. She was super beautiful with his read hairs, Lady Rose."

"So you have time to chat with the ladies but don't have time to gather information. Well done Barney!"

"I was gathering information for all the day. I just chatted with her a little. Don't be jealous."

"Okey, whatever it is. We have to focus on our topic. They won't attack to the Gold River which is a great new for us. So we just have to took down that Ragnar guy and learn what he knows about Arthur."

"Even if you learn something about Arthur, that won't be enough. I saw him fighting with Andrew. He is skilled."

The man laughed and spoke,

"Barney we are just gathering information. Do you really think that we will fight with him. They are sending more experienced knights than Andrew."

"Andrew is good too."

"Yes, but he lacks experience."

"I don't know. I saw him when he was training and traveling around with princess. I won't fight with him, just know that okey."

"Are you scared of him?"

"Are you an idiot? Everybody was talking about him in the city. They believe that he is the Ragnar's cousin."

"Maybe he is."

"He is not, I know that much."

While Arthur was listening their speech he sensed a magic user coming to the building and he returned to the room that he entered to building.

A woman entered to the building and went to the room where Barney and the other guy was talking.

Arthur was able to hide his magic but he was just doing it with an instinct.

He returned to the place where he listened Barney but this time he found a spot for looking to the room.

He first saw the long black haired guy who was writing the letter. Arthur wasn't seeing his face since he turned his back to the Arthur.

But he was able to see Barney and the woman talking with him. He froze when he saw her. Because she was Vanessa.

Arthur was shocked to see her in here. If she would find out Arthur was in the city, that would be big problem.

Arthur was scaring too much, just because Arthur knew she was angry to him a lot.

Arthur was also thinking how impressive Vanessa is. But then he thought this wasn't time for that.

Vanessa,

"I've entered to the meeting of the leaders."

Both Barney and Arthur were shocked. They bought thought how was that possible?

Barney,

"How did you do that?"

"I didn't show my face and created some illusions to hide my magic."

Barney and Arthur were impressed this time.

Vanessa shouted happily,

"He is here Barney!"

Barney,

"No way! Are you sure?"

"Yes I am."

"How did you find it out?"

"There is a man called Curtis who is the leader of the Ice Castle Clan. He talked about the Ragnar's cousin in the meeting who is…."

Barney,

"Arthur!"

Vanessa continued,

"Yes, he is Arthur. But as I understand he suddenly wanted to travel in the city. At least that's why Curtis told."

Vanessa suddenly realized something, she knew how smart Arthur was.

"Where have you been all day Barney?"

"I was traveling in the city."

"Did someone see you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"He suddenly changed his way and he didn't arrive to the second walls yet. That's because he saw you isn't it?"

"What, I was doing my mission. Nobody told me that he is at the city!"

"You idiot! Do you know what have you done?"

Barney,

"Let your love of your life to escape from the city."

Vanessa shouted angrily,

"No it is not! Why are you calling like that! It doesn't mean that I love him when I have some feelings for him."

Barney, Arthur and the spy shouted together,

"What?"

That was the moment Arthur realized that he shouted and Vanessa heard that.

Vanessa turned back, walked in the room and saw him,

Arthur,

"Hey how have you been Vanessa?"

Vanessa talked with a growing fire in her eyes,

"You are dead."

Arthur,

"I am, right?"

Before the maze was constructed, there was the ancient empires known with their magnificent powers.

When the ancient empires were being weakened day by day with their continuous wars between them, a man who called himself as dark emperor showed up and declared war to every empire.

Many empires and kingdoms fell in the wind of war that caused by the dark emperor.

While the hopes for the peace were almost lost, Forgotten Masters constructed a maze to protect people from the war of the ancient empires.

Maze succeed to protect the people from the war of the ancient empires and even from the dark emperor himself.

Years have passed but the history never changed.

When the people started a new war inside the maze, Arthur woke up in a dark dusty room and just managed to survive somehow but with a problem, who was Arthur?

This is the story of a man, who tries to learn his past while the bells of the war is ringing.







Danny came downstairs silent as usual. Every morning since his father left was the same: I would wake up early, make us breakfast and call him exactly once. We would eat together and, despite my efforts to make a conversation, my son would just shake his head yes or no. Then I would kiss his head goodbye and he would leave to take the bus to school.

"I was thinking of getting another hamster" I said, munching on my toast. "To keep Barney company".

Barney was our tuxie hamster. Ever since Danny was little he wanted a hamster, but his father liked cats better, and I wasn't much into pets. We knew we would have to take care of the pet for him. However, after seeing my boy down and awfully quiet for a few weeks, I decided to adopt a hamster to make our home joyous again.

Barney was actually a girl, but the vet just found it out after me and the hamster were used to the name, so I didn't change it.

I easily learned to love my hamster, and Danny seemed at least a little excited about having a pet of his own, but Barney systematically ignored him. I heard of pets ignoring people but this was insane. It was like he wasn't even there.

So I decided to adopt a second kitten mostly to give Danny a pet who gives a fuck.

He agreed with his head and a half-smile that made my day. Then he finished his pancakes, got up and sheepishly leaned in my direction so I would kiss his forehead.

13 is usually a terrible age, but my Danny is such a good boy. If keeping to himself is his way of coping with a broken family, so be it. I had a happy adolescence and by the same age I was already looting my parents and older brother beer; my boy deserved some peace and quiet.

After Danny left to school, I quickly cleaned up and went to my small office. Barney followed me, like she always did when we were home alone.

We live a pretty average life. My house is not small or old, but it's not beautiful either. It's a boring house for a boring untalkative family. I'm doing fine and making decent money as a ghost-writer, but I usually write about the most tedious topics.

I spent all the morning writing without interruptions, made myself a sandwich, made another for Danny and put it in the fridge, then wrote some more. Around 2:30 pm I decided to take a break for grocery shopping.

I'm not a people person but, when you work home alone every day and the only one living with you hasn't spoken a word in eight months, you feel relieved when a familiar face comes your way.

The face belonged to Gloria, the grocery shop manager. She was a motherly older Latina lady, and found me in the snacks corridor.

"Hi, Diana my honeypie", her voice always sounded like singing, and she was always gleeful.

"Hello, Gloria", I smiled back, holding a pack of cookies, "those are Danny's favorite".

"Diana, sweetie", her smile faltered and her chubby face showed genuine concern. "I want you to know that, if you're not holding on, it's ok. You can seek help. Family therapists are great and I happen to know--"

"I appreciate your concern, Gloria. I really do. I will think about it, okay?"

She smiled again and left to talk to another customer.

I knew Gloria meant well, but I couldn't help but feel invaded. I probably mentioned in the grocery store that my husband moved away back when I was a mess about it, although I don't remember.

Going back home, a street I usually take was closed, so I had to turn in the next one possible. I slowed down to turn on my GPS and then I saw it.

It was a huge variety store, announcing big discounts on camping supplies.

I remembered that teenage boys usually love camping, and figured it could be a nice way to reconnect with my son. Hey, mom can be cool and do boys stuff too.

With the help of a very freckled and gentle salesman, I bought all the basics and went home humming happily. I unloaded the car, took the second sandwich from the fridge and went upstairs. By that time, Danny should already be home.

He was in his room, quietly playing videogames. Gloria was right. Maybe we both should go to a therapist. It's not normal to never speak at his age. Maybe I should ask people if he is like that at school. He never had any friends over, so I'll talk to a teacher next week.

Dammit, this is so obvious. It should have occurred to me sooner. But, honestly, I never was the most attentive mother. His father used to take care of this stuff. I miss him sometimes. They were closer than I'll ever be to Danny.

"Hey, baby, I brought you a sandwich", Danny nodded and I kept on talking "You know, I was thinking we could go to a camping trip this weekend. Then the next week we'll adopt our second hamster".

Danny agreed. His face was indecipherable. I wish I could say he was happy, but I didn't know. I never pressured him to talk, but I couldn't help but sigh and say "I wish you would talk to me again someday".

Little did I know that he would, but I wouldn't like it.

•

I learned from Google what I should do to set up the tent and make a fire, and then discovered there was a small forest nearby where we could go. It had security cabins in three points so, if someone needed help, they wouldn't be on their own.

I didn't buy a lantern because I knew we had at least three at home. It should be in the unused room, with all the stuff my ex-husband owned but didn't take. I opened the door and found something I didn't expect.

It wasn't any unused room. It was a nursery, all decorated for a baby girl. The crib, the toys, everything was new, but covered in a thick layer of dust.

Am I forgetting something important?

The church was packed to the brim. By the time the service had started it was already eight o'clock. There was something magical in the somber atmosphere that was settling in under the arched marble vaults, that domineered three stories high above our heads. You do try, I suppose, to find peace of mind and easiness when moving around, doing your stuff, but it's so hard to find any equilibrium when you're so often pecked at by the thought that the kids in this town learn in an abandoned barn, while the parish, built on tax-payers money, stands aloft on a five-hectare surrounding, adorned with real gold and silver polish on all its four sides. This thought was even more strongly fueled by the scars of the impoverished lives I read on the faces of young mothers (some of them teenagers), who were sat in the pews, holding their toddlers close to the chest and nodding their heads, not only to silence the young ones, but also as a sort of calming mantra for their own bodies and soul.

Audrey squeezed in between two rows of pews, at the back, and in a normal church that might have attracted the attention of those already seated, but not in St Joseph's, which had an aura of an Italian opera house, with pews on both the ground floor and another upper level (the balcony), plus elegant booths on both sides of the nave. All in all, you could cram about eight hundred people in here, but, tonight, there must have been over one thousand. The altar boys were still, diligently bringing in extra chairs for the congregation. And if, God-forbid, a fire had engulfed the church with all these people inside and only one exit door, I doubt the divine words of Father Mitchell would've been sufficient to save many of the faithful brethren.

Audrey led me to a trio of seats, close to a replica mural of what I could only believe was 'The Adoration Of St Virgin Mary', which actually impressed me to the bits. It had a very modern air about it and was an welcomed deviation from some of the Byzantines and copies of Rembrandts you normally see on the interior walls of Methodist churches. I looked at the silver plates, nailed to the upper rail of the chair, and they read 'M. Galloway'. This is Audrey's last name and I believe M stands for Michael, her adoptive father. I had heard you can get your name carved on a plate at this church, but I never thought it was for real, and, especially, not like booking a table at a restaurant, in one name only. This was kind of creepy and kind of cute the same time. Creepy like 'you have been nailed like Jesus to a fucking piece of wood and you'd better stay faithful for the rest of your life', and cute like 'oh, look, you've got your own chair with your name on it:=)'.

'Still up for it?' Audrey asked, as she took her seat.

'Yes.' Too late to back away from this, anyway. But the truth was that, for some reason, I welcomed this quiet time, only to be able to ease off the pressure of entertaining Audrey or checking whether she was alright all the time. And, just out of sheer curiosity, the last time I had been to the church was five years ago, when Ella wanted to listen to Christmas Carols at St Peter's, New York.  This time, at least, I was able to sit down.

I looked around, took all this in and thought that this was the last thing I imagined I would be doing today when I went to bed last night. Hell, it would have been the least fathomable thing I'd imagined doing at one point this afternoon, when I was stranded on a two-square meter rock, one hundred feet above the ground, thinking 'this is it'. Now I was sat, with all the locals, like the entire world had ended, and we'd all gathered to decide what to do next and, strangely this made me feel more relaxed than I had imagined. Maybe because I felt I mattered; if only for short periods of time; until Father Mitchell started talking; when I realized it was all about him.

'I know why you are all here', started the preacher, and I was thinking he would, just for the sake for laugh, say 'because I arranged this to happen' but, no! He said: 'You are all here because you are unable to sleep, work or raise your families, or feel that you are able to do anything with your lives that matters. And you cannot quite put your finger on what's that thing that troubles your mind and causes such havoc in your lives. I'll tell you what it is: it is feeling lost. It is being unable to find the light and open your heart to the word of God. And for all that everybody tells you that "God lives within you and is capable of working miracles through you and guiding you to eternal life", well, let me tell those who say this to you: It is all bullshit!. It is all bullshit, with a big, fat 'B'. Our Lord is not able to work any miracles through you, or give you that fancy car you've always wanted or help you give the education to your kids, that you want, not for the life of Ten Holy Marys and five Hallelujahs! At least, not as long as you don't respect the values and sharings carved with golden scribblings on the stones Moses brought to his people or of those written in the book of our King Solomon. Now, it has been brought to my attention that occasional acts of larceny have been occurring in our community. And just to speak in broad public terms, only because I see so many new faces in here tonight who may not be accustomed to our vocabulary, larceny is what we call in religious term theft. Now, the last time I checked, we were taking great pride in being a close and respected community where sacrilege was not part of our current vocabulary. But that was the last time I checked... and I see now, I was wrong. Now, it may happen that, as I walk down the street, eating an ice-cream cone or going around doing my chores, or buying the Palo Alto Daily Post from across the road at Diego Loja's convenience store, it may happen that I see a piece of machinery lying about Jeremy Price's garage and think to myself '"hey, that's actually quite a good piece of machinery. It's sitting about in the main yard of the auto service and it's not being used by anyone, so I might just as well take it home and put it to some good use for my old Buick, 1987 model. I mean, it's not guarded or anything. Jeremy Price is not here because I see the padlock to the front door, so he doesn't need it. He must have thrown it away. There was no more place in the garbage dumpster so he just left it there for someone to make good use of, or sell it for a nickel or two at the wrecking yard". Well, let me tell you something! The garbage dumpster was not full. Jeremy Price didn't just chuck it away, because there was no more space for that piece of machinery, and the reason it was locked is because it was a Sunday morning, and Jeremy Price, a good man of Lord as he is, was here, sat in the fifth row, following my readings from Exodus 20:15, which, by the way, is a sermon about theft! Now, I'm looking at Barney Dingles here and I see he's not following, at all. Good to see ya', Barney! How long has it been? Now, that's the image of a man who respects himself. He comes to church only when meteorites fall out of the sky!', and the priest chuckled. 'And Barney is not the only one, am I right?' And the priest took a deep look around the room. 'I am right. Of course I'm right. Well, Barney, you should know better than that! Now, don't lower your head young man, for my words are nothing compared to the wrath of God, or of that Jeremy Price, for that matter. I look at you and I have looked at you all these years, while you were mucking about, wasting your time, and I see a man who is lost and cannot find faith anymore. And I don't care what your mama thinks! I've known your mama for thirty-five years, and if she had any love for God, she would stay away from this conversation between a pastor and his devotee, for all the love I have for her, this is not about her and she should stay away and not intervene. You hear that, mama? I don't care about you now. I don't care about any of you, for that matter. I told Priscilla the other day: Priscilla, we'll sell the house; we sell everything and we go preach to the bunch of lepers that we read about in the paper, the other day, who are waiting... who are waiting to die, out there in the valleys of Eastern Kentucky. And I betya I would go and find more love for Jesus there than I would ever find in this town, for all the money in the world, that is. Because it's not worth it here. Now, let me tell everyone to make it clear. I love Barney and I love his family, but he's a grown man and he should know better...we don't go about stealing things from other people. You hear me, Barney? I love ya. More than you will ever know. I know your mama loves you but I love you, too. In a different way. Now, what Barney did here is a product of misjudgment. And misjudgment is something that we all experience at certain moments of our lives. Now, I don't want you to go to Barney and reprimand him for what he's done. This is my job and the job of God, to mess with him. It is my job to make Barney feel shame in public and that is his punishment for stealing a piece of property which is not his. And, after I have finished with him, that would have been all, and I don't wanna hear anymore about this, or about any repercussions against Barney Dingles. Is that clear? Good. Amen to that. Let's get to the matters at hand, now. 

I glanced at Audrey and she passed her fingers through my fingers. And my heart trembled.

'It so happens that at times of trouble, when the world is divided and we cannot get adjusted one with another, that God Almighty sends us a reminder of His strength and power and the things that matter and of those that don't. He did so when he sent the great Deluge over Noah's Ark and when he split the oceans for Moses and his people. And now, He's doing it again, sending a rock from outer space to remind us that there are greater, more important things in life than the small speckles of arguments and fights we take so much joy from in our petty lives. It also happens that at night, when the moon finally wins the battle over the mighty Sun, it's the time when the greatest adjustments in the history of mankind take place; the time when we get closer to God through our evening prayer; the time Jesus was born in a shed, in Bethlehem; or the time when He had His last supper with his disciples. It is a moment of introversion and pondering, which is why I thought this is a better time for this sermon than our usual morning time. And while I do not think meteorites are a sign of the end of times, like I heard some of our members yelling these past few days, I do think they are a reminder that we need to get closer to God and His truth before the end of times really loom upon us, and that this quest is at its most urgent, more than going about and prolonging a life of sin and self-indulgence. I look around and I see that we need to adjust a few things fast and quickly. Well, for one thing, I don't how many of the noble gathering tonight know the word of Jesus and the Bible. Not many, based on the amount of idiocies I hear around me when I go about my things in town. Speaking of the birth of Jesus, I was asked by Jim Coleridge the other day what the names of the Three Kings in the Bible were. If good ole' Jim had bothered to honor us with his presence more often he would have known that the three kings are Caspar, Balthazar and Melchior. But he did something good Jim Coleridge, I tell ya. He did dare ask if there was something he didn't know the answer to, which is more I can say about the amount of silent sheep who come to church to nod off, because, "why not"? They might as well do that here than in the comfort of their beds. It's as good a place as any. Well, coming all the way down here to nod off doesn't count as coming to church.'

I was surprised Father Mitchell didn't stop and look up when he said this, because somebody in the congregation shouted something, which to me resembled something like Hail! or Heil!. I turned to Audrey and she was startled as well. 'I don't know who it was,' she told me, and we both looked around and, with us, several other heads. It'd came from the upper level of the nave and was distinctively perky and acute, while being frail at the same time, almost like the cry of a child or a young woman. It was brief, happened only once and no harm had been done, but I would have wanted Mitchell to react it to it, if only for the sake of him throwing a fit again.

Mitchell went and babbled on for another few more minutes, but he was starting to lose his touch because I can't think of anything of note to write down here, after his opening words. The whole thing felt like going to watch a much-anticipated blockbuster at a movie theatre, which had a great opening but then lost steam half-way through and nothing else interesting took place or led to anything, for that matter.  He opened the Bible and read passages from The Book of Revelations, which he thought was fitting for recognizing signs of the apocalypse, and reinstated, one more time, that we were not going to die because the meteors had hit Northern California, but we would be finding ourselves in Hell if we didn't start bringing the church closer to our hearts. One hour later, I could get why people dozed off during his sermons. He was so deeply preoccupied with his tone of voice and diction that he didn't once look up in all the time he read from the book. My mind was starting to veer towards Audrey again and what had happened earlier and I looked at her and asked her if she was okay. 

'I'm sorry, I know it's boring for you. You don't have to listen to the priest. I don't. I just like to be here and listen to myself for a while.', she said to me. I winked and assured her it was ok. But wondered why she was so disconnected to everything that was happening in front of her eyes.


In addition to writing books, Sebastian Badarau also acts and directs for stage and film. Most recently he has worked with film director Graham Baker (Alien Nation) adapting the novel A State of Denmark for a 2021 release.
His latest project is radio-drama ¨The Uncertainty Principle¨ which he wrote and directed himself and was broadcast by Radio Iasi, last year. It tells the story of three scientists who are on the verge of a major breakthrough in quantum mechanics but find themselves in conflict over what the discovery actually is.

¨TONGUES OF FIRE¨ is about this extraordinary take on the theme of alien body invasion that I hadn't seen before in books nor movies. It is also the one that resonates with me the most, on a more personal level. Not that I, personally, have been invaded by aliens but I find it empowering and also deeply humane. It is also quite simple and logical if you spend a bit of time meditating on the world, Space and our role in the Universe.

I think there is good literature out there, but you got to know where to find it. We may also have very different definitions of what a good book really is. My definition is somewhere in the essence of writing, which is tone and style, and not necessarily story. It is the art of story-telling more than the art of owning a good narrative. 'Brothers Karamazov' by Dostoyevski is a pretty mundane book, in terms of narrative, but the style is spectacular. Same for Hemingway, Dickens, Camus or Boris Vian. If it were simply for the story, Boris Vian would not pass the test.

I also love science, particularly physics and mathematics. And also love art about science. You may wonder what theatre or performance has in common with science. But I think the answer is quite obvious. Both physics and art are direct pathways to investigating phenomena, whether it's the natural world or human behavior. Science asks the biggest questions: ¨who are we?¨, ¨where do we come from?¨ ¨what's the final goal?¨ Anyone who has worked in arts, know that artists are preoccupied by the exact same questions. I believe anyone who will delve a little bit deeper into both worlds may come to a comforting answer sooner than those who like to keep the two separated at arm's length.¨

Rick Sarpaulis is a young mathematician who returns to the fictional town of Fayhill, after a very long absence, and takes up a job as a substitute teacher at the local school. Both his previous relationship and his job as an assistant researcher at the Department of Non-Euclidean Geometry at Courant have ended in failure. He's dreading the prospect of facing the locals, who've known him since he was a kid and whom he views as racists, non-inclusive and ready only to spread gossip about the return of the prodigal son. He attributes the failure to sustain any relationship and build a career on his chronic depression and inability to function properly in society. In Fayhill, he falls in love with Audrey, a young woman he describes as having a ¨downcast glow to her face, immobile; like that of a wild child being raised by wolves, while her eyes perpetually strip any potential partner for signs of passion and vulnerability. 


It was bright, all around it was a beautiful bright white. This was all that could be seen, from every perspective possible, nothing could change this... No one could except for one, The Saint, the man who had given it all, redeemed all, fixed it all... The one who Valentine chased ever so strongly after...

And here Valentine was, this bright white area, a white void, a place of nothingness except for himself.

Valentine didn't speak but he instead thought in his mind.

'Where the Hell, am I? The last thing I remember... That pain, that unending pain, my entire being... ripped to shreds... on every conceivable level... I lost, I lost to Johnny Joestar... America, will fall, and it's all my damn fault!'

Face wreathed in anger, and hate, a need to fix what he has done, the entirety of what made Valentine who he was, boiled in pure rage.

The surroundings hadn't changed, yet the air around Valentine had changed, wind brushing lightly against the back of his neck, underneath his long blonde hair. His coat moving ever so slightly... 
A calming feeling spread across Valentine entirely, although that didn't stop his worries completely, he still had his grievances, of his failure.

However words could not describe what Valentine felt, and went through, next... A light, yet comforting voice, not deep, nor high, a voice of care, of love for one's children, a voice of a father... Spoke...

"Valentine you have nothing to fear, not from me. You've done what you thought was right..." Valentine frantically looked every where he possibly could, a light breeze some how flowed behind him every time he turned around to look for who was talking. 

"Who's there? If I might so inquire, I feel a bit uneasy about all of this. It's best for me to always be on edge, that's one of the many things politics has taught me." Valentine although terrified and confused, remained as calm as possible, he knew he had to be calm. His outburst to kill the Joestar, cost him the battle, and his life. Remembering that... He didn't want to answer his own question quite yet.

"I've been called many things, my son. You know me by my true name however, you never used it though..." Valentine, was dreading the answer, any answer, and that one only made his stomach churn even more... Valentine turned around slowly, to see a man that stood a bit shorter than himself.
The man had long dark hair, that although wool like was somewhat straight with curls at some parts at the top and the bottom. 
A light amount of facial hair as though he had only shaved a week prior.
Bronze tan skin, signifying himself as a Galilean, neither African, or Caucasian, but Middle Eastern in descent.
Though he was muscled, he was lean, as though he hadn't eaten in a long while.
A crown adorned his head, it was made of thorns, it even had dried blood upon each of it's thorns.
A torn white robe covering his right torso, waist, groin, and left leg.
Holes could be seen in his hands, able to cleanly see everything behind them, holes as well in his feet, fully going through as well too.

Valentine, for the first time, in a long time, broke down dropping to his knees, tears falling down his eyes. He knew very well who stood in front of. His head hung in sadness, long glowing locks of blonde hair covering his face, down past his chest.

"Of course... I know you... Lord." Valentine said this with no hesitation, but with the voice of a man who was near breaking.

However even with all the deeds he has done, a hand reached for him. "I know you feel guilt... Even though you did it all to protect others, you still feel guilt... You aren't lost, many forget that I tend to be kinder than they think..." 
The Lord pulled Valentine up without any effort and asked him to take a seat, a seat in the clearing that was just made. It was just like Valentine's old home as a child.

"I thought this might make you feel happier... Your life as a child was sad, but it also had... Happy moments for you... Being with your Father most of all..." The Lord sat down on a chair that was made of wood, and had red leather for cushioning, The Lord so too beckoned Valentine to sit down in a chair near him. 
Valentine did so and sat next to The Lord.

"Why? Why would you forgive me... The things I've do-" Before Valentine could finish he was interrupted. "I might not agree with... But all have sinned, others forget not all Sin is always equal... Some circumstances... Change that... I love all regardless of their sins... I still wish for everyone to be better, you tried to live like me, but fell short... Everyone does, all you can do is get up and try again."

"You have made amends with me before your death... Have you forgotten, I am strict in what I expect... But do you forget that I lean more towards forgiveness than I do judgement..." Valentine did remember that though not all would go to Heaven, even if they followed the Lord, that he did lean towards forgiveness more than judgement.

"I... I, just, I can't" Valentine couldn't describe how he felt, how badly his belief in God, and beliefs of how to protect his country no matter the cost... How they both conflicted times in the past, how he had to throw away morals to protect his country and his people.

"You don't have to explain my son... I already know how conflicted you are... There are many things you want to fix... I can tell... If you want we can make a deal..." The Lord looked at Valentine with a sincere smile, one of a father wanting to help his son make amends, to fix something they broke, to teach them a lesson about how to do better.

"I shouldn't be surprised by... How loving you are, I guess... We Humans, just are never able to wrap our minds, around how much of an enigma... You are." Though Valentine was confused he was deeply happy, he felt where all love came from, the man in front of him. No... God, truly wanted to help him.

"There are many things... Many will never understand about me... And that's fine... It's hard to understand how everything works... some things go beyond human comprehension... However... Humanity as a whole is much smarter than it gives itself credit for..." God spoke with a sad tone, knowing well how much of Humanity had doubted and destroyed itself. But it was that way for a reason.

Before Valentine could even speak God spoke. "I'm fine do not worry about me my son... We have something to speak on..."
"That is true my Lord. Though I don't know what exactly you have in mind for someone like me. My strengths don't exactly give way to peace for the most part, unless it's my charisma."

God smiled. "I know that quite well... You would be placed in a new universe... One that would be quite hostile... One that needs the love of a protector... One that can physically do something without taking the agency of others away... You... My son." 

"What does that mean, Lord? What would be happening to me... How would this all work out?" Valentine was intrigued by this idea The Lord had given to him as a proposition.

"Very simply... You would be there with the ability to become stronger... To learn more within your ability to handle... And ultimately be able to save this place you will go to." God spoke with a kind voice to Valentine.

"I have nothing to lose by doing this. I only have ought to gain, in many ways, being from you as well too my Lord... I don't rightly believe I can refuse. You have a deal my Lord." Valentine spoke with respect and reverence, a slight smile on his face as he finished speaking.

"Then it's your time to help others once again... My son... Know that I will always love you... As I love everything else I have made... Please be safe..." The Lord finished speaking and took Valentine by the hand, to the front door of the house.

When Valentine walked through the door a bright light enveloped him, and set him upon his new journey.

[Current Belongings]

[Clothing]

Silver Presidential Longcoat
Silver Presidential Pants
White Leather Boots
White Sleeveless Men's Dress Blouse
Brown Belt
White Embroidered Gloves

[Stand]
(D.4.C.)
 Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Potential Unlocked: 1%
Power: A. godlike, able to destroy entire towns with a punch
Speed: A. godlike, Hundreds of times faster than even light can travel
Persistence:  A. godlike, able to take hits from Stands just as strong as itself
Range: C. Superhuman, can move two meters away from it's user whil retaining all it's power and has an arm reach of 54 inches.
Development Potential: A. godlike, has much more able to be utilized and explored with it's ability.
Ability: Able to change between dimensions when between two objects and allow neighboring realities and worlds to exist in the same area at the same time.
Physical Stature: Nine feet tall without ears, with ears Eleven feet and three inches.
Physical look: D4C has a humanoid form with large, upright horns that somewhat resemble the ears of a leporid; a masked mandible, and a light body lined by an almost unbroken seam or trim. It's designed after the image of leather being stitched together, like on a baseball. Under its brow, its eyes appear to emote a cold gaze.

[Skills]
Gunmanship: Adept
CQC: Adept
Deception: Expert
Persuasion: Master
Tactics: Master
Strategism: Master
Perception: Expert
Inventiveness: Novice
Espionage: Adept
Medicine: Novice
Craftmanship: Novice
Hunting: Novice
Gathering: Novice
Detection: Adept
Situational Awareness: Expert
Religion: Adept
Swordsmanship: Novice
Bowmanship: Novice
Smithing: Novice
Alchemy: Novice
Shield Expertise: Novice
Science: Adept
Math: Adept
Politics: Savant

[Weapons]
1x Colt Walker
1x United States Remmington Bayonet

[Ammunition]
60x 44. Ball Revolver

[System]
Guardian Angel

Funny Valentine... Lost, he had lost to Johnny Joestar. The one, who The Saint had sided with. He, however didn't exactly die like he should of to the power of infinity... The Saint seems to have sided with Valentine, in a different way.
A psuedo system story, Funny Valentine takes the show as the protagonist of this story.

It was bright, all around it was a beautiful bright white. This was all that could be seen, from every perspective possible, nothing could change this... No one could except for one, The Saint, the man who had given it all, redeemed all, fixed it all... The one who Valentine chased ever so strongly after...

And here Valentine was, this bright white area, a white void, a place of nothingness except for himself.

Valentine didn't speak but he instead thought in his mind.

'Where the Hell, am I? The last thing I remember... That pain, that unending pain, my entire being... ripped to shreds... on every conceivable level... I lost, I lost to Johnny Joestar... America, will fall, and it's all my damn fault!'

Face wreathed in anger, and hate, a need to fix what he has done, the entirety of what made Valentine who he was, boiled in pure rage.

The surroundings hadn't changed, yet the air around Valentine had changed, wind brushing lightly against the back of his neck, underneath his long blonde hair. His coat moving ever so slightly... 
A calming feeling spread across Valentine entirely, although that didn't stop his worries completely, he still had his grievances, of his failure.

However words could not describe what Valentine felt, and went through, next... A light, yet comforting voice, not deep, nor high, a voice of care, of love for one's children, a voice of a father... Spoke...

"Valentine you have nothing to fear, not from me. You've done what you thought was right..." Valentine frantically looked every where he possibly could, a light breeze some how flowed behind him every time he turned around to look for who was talking. 

"Who's there? If I might so inquire, I feel a bit uneasy about all of this. It's best for me to always be on edge, that's one of the many things politics has taught me." Valentine although terrified and confused, remained as calm as possible, he knew he had to be calm. His outburst to kill the Joestar, cost him the battle, and his life. Remembering that... He didn't want to answer his own question quite yet.

"I've been called many things, my son. You know me by my true name however, you never used it though..." Valentine, was dreading the answer, any answer, and that one only made his stomach churn even more... Valentine turned around slowly, to see a man that stood a bit shorter than himself.
The man had long dark hair, that although wool like was somewhat straight with curls at some parts at the top and the bottom. 
A light amount of facial hair as though he had only shaved a week prior.
Bronze tan skin, signifying himself as a Galilean, neither African, or Caucasian, but Middle Eastern in descent.
Though he was muscled, he was lean, as though he hadn't eaten in a long while.
A crown adorned his head, it was made of thorns, it even had dried blood upon each of it's thorns.
A torn white robe covering his right torso, waist, groin, and left leg.
Holes could be seen in his hands, able to cleanly see everything behind them, holes as well in his feet, fully going through as well too.

Valentine, for the first time, in a long time, broke down dropping to his knees, tears falling down his eyes. He knew very well who stood in front of. His head hung in sadness, long glowing locks of blonde hair covering his face, down past his chest.

"Of course... I know you... Lord." Valentine said this with no hesitation, but with the voice of a man who was near breaking.

However even with all the deeds he has done, a hand reached for him. "I know you feel guilt... Even though you did it all to protect others, you still feel guilt... You aren't lost, many forget that I tend to be kinder than they think..." 
The Lord pulled Valentine up without any effort and asked him to take a seat, a seat in the clearing that was just made. It was just like Valentine's old home as a child.

"I thought this might make you feel happier... Your life as a child was sad, but it also had... Happy moments for you... Being with your Father most of all..." The Lord sat down on a chair that was made of wood, and had red leather for cushioning, The Lord so too beckoned Valentine to sit down in a chair near him. 
Valentine did so and sat next to The Lord.

"Why? Why would you forgive me... The things I've do-" Before Valentine could finish he was interrupted. "I might not agree with... But all have sinned, others forget not all Sin is always equal... Some circumstances... Change that... I love all regardless of their sins... I still wish for everyone to be better, you tried to live like me, but fell short... Everyone does, all you can do is get up and try again."

"You have made amends with me before your death... Have you forgotten, I am strict in what I expect... But do you forget that I lean more towards forgiveness than I do judgement..." Valentine did remember that though not all would go to Heaven, even if they followed the Lord, that he did lean towards forgiveness more than judgement.

"I... I, just, I can't" Valentine couldn't describe how he felt, how badly his belief in God, and beliefs of how to protect his country no matter the cost... How they both conflicted times in the past, how he had to throw away morals to protect his country and his people.

"You don't have to explain my son... I already know how conflicted you are... There are many things you want to fix... I can tell... If you want we can make a deal..." The Lord looked at Valentine with a sincere smile, one of a father wanting to help his son make amends, to fix something they broke, to teach them a lesson about how to do better.

"I shouldn't be surprised by... How loving you are, I guess... We Humans, just are never able to wrap our minds, around how much of an enigma... You are." Though Valentine was confused he was deeply happy, he felt where all love came from, the man in front of him. No... God, truly wanted to help him.

"There are many things... Many will never understand about me... And that's fine... It's hard to understand how everything works... some things go beyond human comprehension... However... Humanity as a whole is much smarter than it gives itself credit for..." God spoke with a sad tone, knowing well how much of Humanity had doubted and destroyed itself. But it was that way for a reason.

Before Valentine could even speak God spoke. "I'm fine do not worry about me my son... We have something to speak on..."
"That is true my Lord. Though I don't know what exactly you have in mind for someone like me. My strengths don't exactly give way to peace for the most part, unless it's my charisma."

God smiled. "I know that quite well... You would be placed in a new universe... One that would be quite hostile... One that needs the love of a protector... One that can physically do something without taking the agency of others away... You... My son." 

"What does that mean, Lord? What would be happening to me... How would this all work out?" Valentine was intrigued by this idea The Lord had given to him as a proposition.

"Very simply... You would be there with the ability to become stronger... To learn more within your ability to handle... And ultimately be able to save this place you will go to." God spoke with a kind voice to Valentine.

"I have nothing to lose by doing this. I only have ought to gain, in many ways, being from you as well too my Lord... I don't rightly believe I can refuse. You have a deal my Lord." Valentine spoke with respect and reverence, a slight smile on his face as he finished speaking.

"Then it's your time to help others once again... My son... Know that I will always love you... As I love everything else I have made... Please be safe..." The Lord finished speaking and took Valentine by the hand, to the front door of the house.

When Valentine walked through the door a bright light enveloped him, and set him upon his new journey.

[Current Belongings]

[Clothing]

Silver Presidential Longcoat
Silver Presidential Pants
White Leather Boots
White Sleeveless Men's Dress Blouse
Brown Belt
White Embroidered Gloves

[Stand]
(D.4.C.)
 Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Potential Unlocked: 1%
Power: A. godlike, able to destroy entire towns with a punch
Speed: A. godlike, Hundreds of times faster than even light can travel
Persistence:  A. godlike, able to take hits from Stands just as strong as itself
Range: C. Superhuman, can move two meters away from it's user whil retaining all it's power and has an arm reach of 54 inches.
Development Potential: A. godlike, has much more able to be utilized and explored with it's ability.
Ability: Able to change between dimensions when between two objects and allow neighboring realities and worlds to exist in the same area at the same time.
Physical Stature: Nine feet tall without ears, with ears Eleven feet and three inches.
Physical look: D4C has a humanoid form with large, upright horns that somewhat resemble the ears of a leporid; a masked mandible, and a light body lined by an almost unbroken seam or trim. It's designed after the image of leather being stitched together, like on a baseball. Under its brow, its eyes appear to emote a cold gaze.

[Skills]
Gunmanship: Adept
CQC: Adept
Deception: Expert
Persuasion: Master
Tactics: Master
Strategism: Master
Perception: Expert
Inventiveness: Novice
Espionage: Adept
Medicine: Novice
Craftmanship: Novice
Hunting: Novice
Gathering: Novice
Detection: Adept
Situational Awareness: Expert
Religion: Adept
Swordsmanship: Novice
Bowmanship: Novice
Smithing: Novice
Alchemy: Novice
Shield Expertise: Novice
Science: Adept
Math: Adept
Politics: Savant

[Weapons]
1x Colt Walker
1x United States Remmington Bayonet

[Ammunition]
60x 44. Ball Revolver

[System]
Guardian Angel








[Chorus] ## The Simpsons ## [Bell Ringing] [Whistle Blowing] [ Beeping ] [Jazzy Solo ] [ Beeping ] [ Tires Screeching ] D'oh! [ Screams ] [Troy McClure] Live from Hawai's beautiful Molokai Island. We're not just For lepers anymore. It's Carnival of the Stars. I'm your host, Troy McClure. You may remember me from such film s as The Erotic Adventures of Hercules and Dial "M" for Murderousness. Tonight we'll see Angela Lansbury walk on hot coals. Excitement, she wrote. [ Whimpering ] How could someone abuse their body that way? [ Gasps ] Moe, don't throw out that brine. But first, a man whose inspiring battle with Percodan addiction is soon to be a movie of the week-- Krusty the Clown! I'll be played by Jimmy Smits. [ Chortles ] Now he faces his toughest audience-- three Siberian tigers. Simba, on the ball. - [ Growling ] - Aaah! - [Krusty]Not the face! - Ah, they'll be chewing on him for a while. [ Up-tempo ] Â¡Ay, ay, ay! Â¡LapolicÃ­a! Hey, Homer. Phone call. Hi, Homie. It's really starting to snow. I think you should come home. But, Marge, Alan Thicke is throwing knives at Ricardo Montalban. - [Man On TV]Ow. - [Chuckles]Sorry, Ricardo. [Man On Radio] Take it easy, folks. It's "snow" picnic out there. [Man #2 Chuckles] I "snow" what you mean. [Man #1 Chuckles] You're dead weight, Marty. - [ Yelps, Groans ] - [Crash] D'oh! Well, I got him as good as he got me. D'oh! Now, before I give you the check, one more question. Uh, this place, Moe's, you left just before the accident this is a business of some kind? [ Thinking ] Don't tell him you were at a bar. [ Gasps ] But what else is open at night? It's a pornography store. I was buying pornography. [ Thinking ] Heh-heh-heh. I would've never thought of that. [ Snorts ] 'Fraid old Zeke, he rides up here with me. Can't trust a pig with watermelons, you know. [ Slurping ] She'll go 300 hectares on a single tank of kerosene. What country is this car from? It no longer exists, but take her for a test-drive and you'll agree-- [ Speaking Slavic Language ] Put it in "H. " [Homer]Kids, if we buy a new car, we get our parking validated for free. Do you come with the car? Oh, you. [ Giggles ] - Do you come with the car? - Oh, you. [ Giggles ] [ Imitating Gunfire ] [ Whistling, Imitates Explosion ] Bart! That car belonged to Bonnie and Clyde. Show a little respect. Mm-hmm. [ German Accent ] Our tireless safety engineers crash-test over 1 ,000 cars a year. Hey, wait, That's not a dummy. This exhibit is closed. [ Gasps ] The Batmobile. [ Gasps ] Adam West! Hey, kids. Batman. Dad, that's not the real Batman. Of course I'm Batman. - See, here's a picture of me with Robin. - Who the hell's Robin? Oh, I guess you're only familiar with the new Batman movies. Michelle Pfeiffer. Ha. The only true Catwoman is Julie Newmar, Lee Meriwether or Eartha Kitt. And I didn't need molded plastic to improve my physique. Pure West. And how come Batman doesn't dance anymore? Remember the Batusi? [ Grunting ] Nice meetin' ya. Just keep moving. Don't make eye contact. Ooh. [ Gasps ] Wow! just think what I could do with that plow. [ Chattering ] Homer, I've got to sneak these valuable artworks out of the White House but I can't get out of my driveway because of these protesters. Mr. President, those young people are about to get a dose of reality. [ Screaming ] Ah, I can't afford it. Pally, this doesn't cost money. It makes money. You make the payments by plowing driveways on the side. Well, I really should discuss this with my wife. Your wife? [ Imitates Whipcrack] What, you think I'm gonna buy a $20,000 truck just because you make that noise? [ Imitates Whipcracks ] I'll take it! I'll take it! I can't believe you bought that plow. We can't afford it. If you're gonna get mad at me every time I do something stupid then I guess I'll just have to stop doing stupid things. - Good. - Fine. I'll never ever do another stupid thing. Good night. - Oh, Homie. Didn't that hurt? - [ Weakly] No. [Homer] Marge didn't reckon with these flyers and this flashy jacket. [Wind Howling] [ Gasping ] - Oh! - Forget it, Homer. People don't read these things. Watch. Twenty percent off at Lullabuys. just tell 'em Big Baby sent you. I know you can hear me. I'm talkin' to you. You sicken me. I guess guys like us just can't get a break. Well, at least I can't sink any lower. Come back, diaper. Come back. Hi, Ma. - ####[Organ] - And now, to read from the Epistles of Saint Paul Homer Simpson. [ Clears Throat ] Dear Lord, in your infinite wisdom you know the number to call when you need a plow is Klondike 5-3226. Homer, this is really low. Not as low as my low, low prices. - ####[Organ] - [ Homer Grunting ] That's Mr. Plow. Oh, I'm gonna lose my plow. Dad, have you considered buying cheap commercial time on Channel 92? - Check it out. - Arr! Ninety sea chanteys on three compact discs. [ Singing ] Act now and get a bonus C. D. Hornpipe Fever. Arr. Hmm. - Almost time for our commercial. - Dad, who's watching TV at 3:1 7 a. m. ? Alcoholics, the unemployable, angry loners. [ Snoring ] [ Gasps ] Look! There we are! It may be on a lousy channel, but the Simpsons are on TV. [ Gasps ] Our driveway's snowed in. [ Together] Old Man Winter! [ Cackling ] That's right. I fill your driveways with ice and snow. What are you gonna do about it? Nothin'. That's what. - [ Grunting ] - Stop! Mr. Plow! Get out, you lousy season. All right. I'm going. My head hurts. I have to lie down for a while. Yea! Hello, I'm Mr. Plow. Are you tired of having your hands cut off by snowblowers and the inevitable heart attacks that come with shoveling snow? - Uh-huh. - Then call Klondike 5-3226. Call now and receive a free T-shirt. He could still surprise ya. But I'm a real tightwad. Can I afford this remarkable system? Absolutely. My prices are so low, you'll think I've suffered brain damage. You are fully bonded and licensed by the city, aren't you, Mr. Plow? - Shut up, boy. - [ Growls ] - So, remember-- - ## [ Synthesizer] [ Singing ] [ Steady Beep ] [Homer] Well, John Q. Driveway has our number. Now we play the waiting game. Ah, the waiting game sucks. Let's play Hungry Hungry Hippos. Oh, thank you, Mr. Plow. Now my store can remain open. Let's do it. We're not prisoners anymore. We're free! We can go anywhere we want. I'm cold and frightened. Hmm. Hmm. - Hmm. - [ Groans ] I'm afraid classes maybe canceled today. Look! We won't miss a minute of school thanks to your father. Say your prayers, plow boy! [ Groaning ] Mr. Plow, for making it possible for people to get where they're going without resorting to public transportation or carpooling I give you the key to the city. [Moe] Here you go, Mr. Plow. - A beer on the house. - Wow, Moe! You didn't even give a beer to those freed Iranian hostages. Ah, they shouldn't have been there in the first place. But Homer is a real hero. I wish I was a hero. Well, wishing won't make it so. You gotta pull up your diaper, get out there and be the best damn Barney you can be. Here I come, world! [ Yelling ] - [Grunts] - [Crash] [Can Rattling] - How do you think he'll do, Moe? - I think he'll do just fine. I was wrong about you buying that truck. I'm very proud of you Mr. Plow. [ Chuckles ] This might sound silly, but just for a change, would you mind-- Cutting my nails? Brushing my teeth? No, no. Could you wear the Mr. Plow jacket? just, uh, for fun. Oh. [ Chuckles ] [ Singing ] [ Low Chuckle ] [ Alarm Buzzing ] Ah, white gold. [ Gasps, Stammering ] [ Horn Blowing ] Hiya, Homer. Say hello to the Plow King. Barney, you stole my idea. Don't worry, Homer. There's nothing wrong with a little healthy competition. [Gunshots] [ Cackling ] Well, well, If it isn't Mr. Plow. [ Grunting ] [ Yelling ] Hey, Plow King, save some for me. Wow! Linda Ronstadt! [ Grunting ] Linda Ronstadt? How'd you get her? Ah, we've been looking for a project to do together for a while. [ Country] [ Singing ] [ Burps ] How could you, Barney? After all I've done for you. "Lachrymose is to dyspeptic as ebullient is to--" Effervescent. All right! - Harvard, here I come. - Psst, Barney. - My dad's asleep. Want a beer? - I don't know. The S. A. T. 's are tomorrow. I've got two words for you. Mellow out, man. - Hmm? Hmm? - All right. Just one-- if it'll get you off my back. Hey! Where have you been all my life? [ Sighs ] Thank you, Plow Kingaly-ding. [ Chuckles ] Flanders, I thought I was your plowman. Uh, Homer, why don't you plow it again? Forget it, pal. I don't need your phony-baloney job. I'll take your money, but I'm not gonna plow your driveway. Mr. West, you said there was a job for me. There was. When I called you-- So long, Superman. Your secret identity is safe with me. [ Sputters ] [Homer] Ring, damn you. Ring. - [ Rings ] - Mr. Plow. That name again is Mr. Plow. [ Man ] Hello, I'm calling from Delinquent Accounts at Kumatsu Motors. Oh, you want the Mr. Plow who plows driveways. This is Tony Plow. You know, from Leave It to Beaver. Yeah. They were gay. - Oh, what am I gonna do? - I think you should do a new ad one that's fresh and original. I know. I'll do a rap. [ Imitating Beat Box ] [ Rapping ] [ Lisa Groans ] [ Bart Groaning ] - Please. - ## [ Ends ] - Stop it right now. - Promise you'll never do that again. All right. Mr. Simpson, I guarantee you we'll come up with a commercial that can save your business. You know those radio ads where two people with annoying voices yammer back and forth? I invented those. Ow! Happens all the time. [ Singing Aria ] Dad, was that your commercial? I don't know. The torch has been passed to a new generation of, uh snowplow people. Come on. Give me the key. - These look like teeth marks. - I thought there was chocolate inside. - Well, why was it wrapped in foil? - It was never wrapped in foil. Hardest hit by the blizzard is Springfield's forbidding Widow's Peak. Our own Arnie Pie is on the scene. Everything's snowed in. All I can see is white. Arnie, please. The ski conditions. Mayday, Mayday. I think I'm flying into a mountain. Tell my wife I love-- [ Chuckles ] That's great, Arnie. Hmm. [ Disguises Voice ] Hello. Plow King? I was wondering if you could plow my driveway on top of forbidding Widow's Peak. I don't know. I'd be up there all day. I wouldn't be able to plow any other driveways. There's a $1 0,000 bill in it for you. Oh, yeah? Which president's on it? Uh, all of them. They're having a party. jimmy Carter's passed out on the couch. Wow! I'll be right there. Barney, I'd like to put a Spanish version Of your jingle on my next album. [ Singing In Spanish ] Yeah, you do that. Well, I guess you can plow my driveway. But I wonder what happened to the Plow King. Well, I guess he just doesn't respect his customers. Oh, could you make sure not to scrape my asphalt. [ Softly] Kiss my asphalt. So I says, "Kiss my asphalt. " Hmm? Hmm? Springfield's beloved Plow King is trapped. - [ All Gasp ] - Barney Gumble, shown here donating $50,000 to the Shelbyville Dance Theater was caught in a sudden avalanche on Widow's Peak earlier today. It was captured on film by a camera crew making the upcoming Fox special In Search of Bigfoot. [ Man ] Hold it, Bob. We can see your wristwatch. - Oh, damn it. - Hey, what's that? - [ Burps ] - [Rumbling] Aaah! This is all my fault. I've gotta save him. Homie, please, don't go. Hey, this old girl's as sure-footed as a mountain goat. [ Baaing ] - [Thudding] - [Baaing] - [Loud Thud] - [Weak Baa] [ Groans ] D'oh! Oh! [ Gasping, Yelling ] [Whimpering] Easy. Easy. [ Inhales Deeply, Sighs ] Ah, dying's not so bad. I'll be reunited with my loved ones-- my dad and that plant I never watered. [Rumbling] Barney! Homer, you saved my life, and I'm not gonna forget it. From now on, we'll be partners. Barney, that's great. When two best friends work together not even God himself can stop them. [Booming Male Voice] Oh, no? The snow's melted. We can go outside again. I don't like the looks Of those teenagers. Could this record-breaking heat wave be the result of the dreaded greenhouse effect? Well, if70Â° days in the middle of winter are the price of car pollution you'll forgive me if I keep my old Pontiac. [ Chuckles ] - [ Rings ] - Y'ello. [ Man ] Hello. This is the Repo Depot. I'm just calling to distract you while we repossess your plow. Oh, yeah? How dumb do you think I-- - Oh. - Oh, now, Homie, you have your health you have your best friend back and you do have that certain special something. - You mean-- - Mm-hmm. [ Singing Suggestively] Our forecast calls for flurries of passion followed by extended periods of gettin' it on. followed by extended periods of gettin' it on. [Marge Chuckles] - [ People Chattering ] - Shh!

This long-running comedy focuses on the eponymous family in the town of Springfield in an unnamed U.S. state. The head of the Simpson family, Homer, is not a typical family man. A nuclear-plant employee, he does his best to lead his family but often finds that they are leading him. The family includes loving, blue-haired matriarch Marge, troublemaking son Bart, overachieving daughter Lisa and baby Maggie. Other Springfield residents include the family's religious neighbour, Ned Flanders, family physician Dr Hibbert, Moe the bartender and police chief Clancy Wiggum.

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