Watch the video below to see what movie everyone is (probably) trying to forget. You should really go rent that movie right now, because… Remember that family comedy from the ’90s that starred Sinbad as a genie? You might even remember a specific scene where he used his magic to help a kid become popular at school. Sinbad never played a genie in a ’90s movie. They’re pretty sure that they spelled their names right, and they’ll thank you to stop correcting them. Berenstain doesn’t exist.īut tell that to Stan and Jan Berenstain, the married couple who created the popular grizzlies. The point is that if you tell a few of your friends about this discrepancy, they’ll never stop arguing with you. Somehow the universes collided, and we all remember the Berenstein spelling, but all of the artifacts of the other universe stayed in ours. According to the theory, our universe diverged from another in one crucial way: There’s a children’s book series in our universe called “Berenstein Bears,” but in the parallel universe, it’s spelled “Berenstain Bears.” There’s actually a popular internet conspiracy theory that claims that we’re living in a parallel universe. It’s the “Berenstain Bears,” not the “Berenstein Bears.” Still, some people swear that they remember his funeral from decades earlier-despite clear evidence to the contrary.Ĭertain lies become entangled in our culture to an incredible degree. Plus that whole “first black president of South Africa” thing is kind of a big deal. President Barack Obama spoke at his funeral, which he clearly wouldn’t have been able to do had Mandela died in the ’80s. Of course, Nelson Mandela didn’t actually die in the 1980s he survived his imprisonment, then became the first black president of South Africa, eventually dying of old age in 2013. If you’re old enough, you can probably remember a few of the moments from his funeral. It’s named for Nelson Mandela, the icon of racial equality who tragically died in prison in the 1980s.
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You grit your teeth, trying to stop, but your limbs still tingle with the force of the spell and refuse your command. Your eyes widen as your hands move and deftly undo the buttons of your hide jacket. She stops in front of you, smiling wryly. You tremble where you kneel, barely able to raise your head as Marabelle saunters towards you. You gasp and fall to your knees as the spell crackles through your body, your skin hypersensitive and tingling. It strikes you in the chest, sending your nerves singing. She absorbs the impact with a twirl, energy wrapping around her fingers, and when she turns around, your blue magic crackles violet in her hands. Bands of energy crackle among your fingers and arc through the air towards the woman.Īs quick as the flash of your spell, Marabelle stretches forth her hands and seems to intercept your magic. Your talent with spells may be limited, but something simple should be enough. Brute force has never been your best weapon. Besides, you’re not so confident in your physical abilities, particularly with Marabelle’s amused look. If this woman knows about your sister, possibly killing her would be a grave error. You consider your sword and pistols, but at once dismiss it. You take a step back, quickly assessing your options. You set off down the only path you can see through the tangle of unnatural plant growth. There is no way out now, except through the garden and the manor house that looms darkly above it. You are startled out of this reverie by the clang of the iron gate slamming closed behind you. For a moment, you are mesmerized by the sight of so many huge plants and flowers tangled together in an overgrown mass. As you pass into the garden, you smell the scent of flowers and plants. This unwelcoming appearance does not dissuade you from entering the open gate. The manor’s garden is huge, at least as big as the manor, and surrounded by a wall of heavy stones topped with rusty iron spikes. You steal a glance over your shoulder as you race up the hill and you see the beast watching from the shadow of a fallen temple, anger seeming to glow in its four eyes. It seems to be trying to lure you deeper into the ruins of the village, but you keep veering towards the manor until you are able to escape up the hill. How does this huge beast move so swiftly and silently? It appears once more, snarling and snapping its jaws at you, charging out from the wreckage of a barn. For a moment, you convince yourself you have escaped the beast. You get your footing back and race along the edge of the village, past the gutted remains of a brewery and the bones of a cart horse still hitched to a rain-rotted wagon. You scream and run to avoid it, leaping over the shin-high remains of another wall and nearly tumbling over a broken barrel overgrown with weeds. The beast disappears behind you and reappears, snarling, from behind a standing brick wall. You turn and run into the outskirts of the ruins of Lyokk. You snap out of your momentary overconfidence and realize you are staring at a beast that can probably kill you with a single bite. You and your sister are doomed to forever be the thrall of the Lord of Slimes, unless he tires of you and decided to destroy you or trade you off to another lord. You realize your soul is nothing but property and a symbol of power to whoever possesses it. Torrenus continues on as he leads you and your sister in a daze through the slime-walled palace of Jubulux. |
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