Just the gulf
Just the gulf
Assistant Vice Secretary Pencil Bitch
[Scene opens on a wide, desolate savanna at dusk. The camera slowly pans over a leopard lying under a tree, its large body barely able to move. The sun is setting, casting a cold, dim light over the scene. Soft wind rustles through the dry grass. The leopard’s eyes are dull, its breathing labored.]
Narrator (soft, somber voice): In the wild, leopards are meant to stalk, to hunt, to climb. But for some, this is no longer possible. These are the leopards of the forgotten savanna… the ones who can no longer live the life they were born to lead.
[Cut to a close-up of another leopard, this one lying next to a watering hole, panting heavily. The camera lingers on its enormous, bloated body, its paws barely able to reach the ground. The leopard’s eyes seem vacant, devoid of the wild spark they once had.]
Narrator: Overfed and unable to move, these leopards have been left to a slow, painful existence. They can no longer hunt their prey, no longer climb the trees to escape danger, no longer feel the thrill of the chase. They are trapped in their own bodies.
[Cue the soft, mournful opening chords of “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan. The camera slowly pans over a third leopard, sluggishly trying to rise, but its massive weight prevents it from standing. It lets out a heavy sigh, its once-strong legs buckling beneath it.]
Narrator: They are the forgotten victims of a world that has abandoned them. Too fat to run, too weak to fight… These leopards are slowly fading, one breath at a time. They need your help.
[Cut to a shot of a leopard staring out over the savanna. The camera lingers on its face, eyes half-closed, its expression one of quiet resignation.]
Narrator: For just $3 a day, you can provide the care and support these leopards so desperately need. A donation will help give them the chance to live a life of dignity. Help them find their way back to the wild they were meant to roam.
[The music swells as the camera fades to black, and the words “Your donation can make a difference” appear in white text on the screen.]
Narrator (whispering): Please, don’t let them suffer in silence. The time to act is now.
[The music fades out, and the SPCA logo appears in the corner, along with a toll-free number and website for donations.]
Man… these isekai manga titles are getting out of hand.
Breath of Fire or GTFO
I don’t know how it would’ve tied into the “Witcher” arc… because I don’t think they were around yet? But I would have loved to had a game set during the “Conjunction of the Spheres”.
They made a new friend back in November… they just haven’t updated their relationship status on FB…
I don’t know what a “horribilis” is… but I don’t want it anywhere near my annus…
TIL David Bowie was an 80s drug lord
That’s what’s up… I’m looking for something new to play that’s outside my norm of JRPG/RPG/ARPG type game but it’s honestly been a PITA trying to find something.
This may not be the place to ask, so I apologize if I’m in error, but I know nothing about this game but I keep seeing it pop up. I never played the first one. Is it necessary to enjoy or can I pick this one up and dive right in?
Dang ol’, man, lemme tell ya, man, people out there leavin’ the big ol’ cities, man, talkin’ ‘bout, “Oh, rent’s too high, man,” movin’ on out to them little towns, man, just messin’ it all up, you know what I’m sayin’? Dang ol’ cost of livin’, man, all like, “Can’t afford nothin’, gotta move,” man, but then they get out there, man, and they start bringin’ the dang ol’ city prices with ‘em, man, like, dang ol’ rent goin’ up, man, property taxes, man, folks been livin’ there, man, just gettin’ priced out their own dang hometown, man.
Talkin’ ‘bout, “Oh, I want a simpler life,” man, but then they go out there bringin’ their fancy coffees, man, their brunch spots, man, dang ol’ kale smoothies, man, buildin’ condos where the ol’ hardware store used to be, man, just runnin’ out all the mom-and-pop shops, man. Dang ol’ downtown, man, lookin’ like a dang ol’ mini city now, man, folks don’t even wave at each other no more, man, just starin’ at their phones, man, all disconnected, man.
And then, man, you got them city folks, man, complainin’ ‘bout how the small town don’t got Uber, man, or dang ol’ same-day delivery, man, but they don’t even stop to think, man, they the reason it’s all changin’, man, dang ol’ civilization just eatin’ itself, man, like a dang ol’ snake eatin’ its own tail, man. I tell ya what, man, dang ol’ vicious cycle, man, ain’t no way to fix it, man, just gotta sit back and watch it all unfold, man.
Words haven’t meant shit since the allowed literally to mean not literally… it’s just been down hill since then…
If they could read, I’m sure that would’ve offended them mightily…