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So you may be wondering, why? Well I always liked the idea of having my own system I can have complete control over. So on this new site we have the blog and forums combined into one entire site. We also now have an entire games section that you can enjoy.

So you may be wondering, why? Well I always liked the idea of having my own system I can have complete control over. So on this new site we have the blog and forums combined into one entire site. We also now have an entire games section that you can enjoy.

Welcome to my brand new site So you may be wondering, why? Well I always liked the idea of having my own system I can have complete control over. So on this new site we have the blog and forums combined into one entire s...

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DALL-E Generations #5

I woke up to the dull, throbbing pain in my temples, my head pounding like a distant drumbeat. The cold, hard floor beneath me sent a shiver up my spine as I pushed myself up onto my elbows. My vision blurred for a moment, my eyes struggling to adjust to the dim lighting that bathed everything in a sickly, artificial glow.



I had no idea where I was. The air was stale, carrying the scent of mildew and old rot, and as I breathed in deeply, a metallic tang settled at the back of my throat. I rubbed my temples and slowly took in my surroundings. Towering storefronts lined a massive hallway, their glass windows smeared with dust and grime. Some still had mannequins frozen in lifeless poses, their plastic eyes staring blankly ahead. Others were nothing but empty husks, the shelves inside stripped bare. It was an abandoned mall—one that had clearly been forgotten by time.



A faint buzzing sound filled the silence, and I turned toward the flickering fluorescent lights overhead. Some still sputtered weakly, casting elongated shadows across the cracked tile floor. I swallowed hard, the sheer desolation of the place sending a creeping unease into my bones.



I couldn’t remember how I got here. My last clear memory was being at home, lying in bed, scrolling mindlessly on my phone before exhaustion took over. And now—this. The thought sent another spike of pain through my skull, but I forced myself to my feet, ignoring the way my legs trembled beneath me.



I needed to get out.



I scanned the corridor, hoping to find an exit, but every direction seemed to stretch on endlessly, the hallways curving into darkness. My heart pounded as I took a tentative step forward, my footsteps echoing too loudly against the hollow walls. The sound unnerved me, making me feel even more alone in this vast, decaying space.



Or maybe I wasn’t alone.



That thought lingered in the back of my mind as I moved toward the center of the mall. Kiosks stood abandoned, their cheap trinkets covered in a fine layer of dust. A few scattered signs still clung to the walls, their faded lettering peeling away.



FOOD COURT – THIS WAY



I hesitated, my stomach twisting in knots. The idea of finding something edible here was absurd, but the food court might have an exit—or at least a clearer view of where I was. I started walking, the silence around me growing heavier with each step.



And then I heard it.



A whisper.



It was faint, like wind rustling through dead leaves, but there was no mistaking it. My breath hitched, and I spun around, scanning the shadows. Nothing. Just empty storefronts and mannequins with lifeless faces.



My pulse thundered as I quickened my pace. The whispering didn’t stop. If anything, it grew stronger, curling around my ears like icy tendrils. It wasn’t in any language I recognized—just hushed, unintelligible murmurs, layered over one another like an eerie, discordant melody.



I broke into a run.



The food court loomed ahead, its wide, open space filled with overturned chairs and tables. The counters of the old restaurants were coated in filth, their menus hanging in tatters. A skylight above let in a dull, gray light, offering a momentary break from the suffocating gloom. My chest heaved as I scanned the area, searching for any sign of an exit.



And then I saw them.



Silhouettes.



At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. They stood at the far end of the food court, barely visible in the murky light. Their shapes were human-like, but something was wrong. They didn’t move. They didn’t breathe. They just stood there, staring, watching.



The whispering grew louder.



I took a step back, my body screaming at me to run, but my legs wouldn’t cooperate. The figures twitched, a single, jerky motion that sent ice through my veins. Then, as one, they began to move. Not walking—gliding, as if their feet never touched the ground.



I turned and bolted.



My lungs burned as I tore through the mall, my only focus on escape. The corridors blurred past me, mannequins flashing by like pale ghosts. My footsteps pounded in rhythm with my heartbeat, but the whispers never faded. They were inside my head now, coiling around my thoughts, distorting them.



I stumbled into a department store, my breath ragged. The shelves were mostly bare, save for a few scattered remnants of a long-gone era. My eyes darted around, desperate for a hiding spot. A dressing room stood partially open, its mirrors reflecting the dim light. I lunged inside and pulled the door shut, pressing myself against the cold wall. My chest heaved, and I forced myself to slow my breathing.



Then, in the mirror, I saw movement.



A figure. Standing directly behind me.



My blood turned to ice. I whipped around, but there was nothing there—just empty air. But in the mirror, the shadow remained. Closer now. Almost touching me.



I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.



The lights flickered, and for a split second, the reflection grinned.



A hand, cold as death, clamped over my mouth.



Then the world went dark.



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<h2 class="wp-block-heading">The Theater</h2>



I woke up gasping for air, the cold seeping into my bones like I had been lying on ice. The headache was worse this time—a deep, pounding sensation like something was trying to burrow its way out of my skull. My body ached as I pushed myself up, my fingers brushing against something damp and sticky on the floor. The air was thick with rot, heavier than before, clogging my nostrils with a putrid stench that made my stomach twist.



The mall had changed.



It was darker now, the few working lights dimmer than before, barely illuminating the halls beyond a few feet. The walls, once merely dusty and abandoned, now looked as though they were rotting. Large patches of black mold festered in clusters, and deep cracks ran along the floor, revealing something dark beneath. The air was damp, and the sound of distant dripping water echoed eerily through the emptiness.



I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the gnawing dread that coiled inside my gut. My mind screamed at me to find an exit, but something deep within me whispered that escape wasn’t an option. Not yet.



I started walking, my footsteps muffled against the warped tile. The silence was different this time. It wasn’t empty—it was expectant. Like the whole building was waiting for something. Or someone.



Then I saw it.



A faded, dust-covered directory sign stood at the center of the hallway, tilted at an odd angle like it had been knocked loose. Most of the lettering had peeled away, but one section still stood out, the words barely legible:



CINEMA – LEVEL 2



A movie theater.



It made no sense. The idea of a working movie theater in a place like this was absurd. And yet, I felt an overwhelming pull toward it, like something inside me needed to see it for myself. My body moved before my mind could catch up, my steps quickening as I followed the signs deeper into the mall.



The escalator leading to the second floor was long dead, its rubber grips coated in dust, but I climbed it anyway. Each step groaned under my weight, the sound bouncing through the hollow halls. When I reached the top, I was greeted by a massive, looming entrance.



The theater.



Its doors were slightly ajar, revealing a darkness beyond that felt different from the rest of the mall. It wasn’t just the absence of light—it was thick, almost tangible. The old marquee above the entrance still had remnants of letters clinging to it, but they were too faded to read. The smell of stale popcorn and something far more rancid filled the air.



I hesitated. Every rational part of me screamed to turn back, to run. But something about the theater called to me. I stepped inside.



The lobby was in ruins. Ticket booths were shattered, the counters smeared with something dark. Posters hung in tattered shreds along the walls, their once-vivid images now faded into barely recognizable smears. The concession stand looked like it had been abandoned mid-service—old bags of popcorn sat out, their contents reduced to moldy, green clumps. The soda machines were caked in grime, dried liquid staining the floor beneath them.



And yet…



From one of the theaters, I heard it.



A movie.



The faint glow of a projector flickered down the hallway, its rhythmic clicking filling the air like a heartbeat. The sound of dialogue drifted toward me, muffled and strange. I followed it, my breath shallow, until I stood before the entrance to Theater 6.



The door was ajar.



Inside, rows of decrepit seats stretched into the darkness, their fabric torn and riddled with decay. The screen at the front glowed with a strange, flickering light, displaying a black-and-white film. The actors on screen moved stiffly, their mouths forming words that didn’t quite match the muffled audio playing through the crackling speakers. The seats weren’t empty—shadowed figures sat scattered throughout the room, their forms barely visible in the dim light.



I stepped inside.



The moment I did, the air changed. It became heavier, pressing against my skin like a thick fog. I swallowed hard and walked down the aisle, my eyes fixed on the screen. The movie was playing, but something about it was…wrong. The characters weren’t following any discernible plot—they just…stood there. Waiting.



I sank into a seat near the back, my hands gripping the armrests. The figures in the audience didn’t move. They didn’t breathe. They were perfectly still, facing the screen with an unnatural rigidity.



I turned back to the film.



The actors—there were three of them, a man and two women—were sitting at a dinner table. They were dressed in old-fashioned clothes, their hair perfectly styled. But they weren’t eating. They weren’t speaking. They were staring.



At me.



My throat went dry. It wasn’t just my imagination. Their glassy, expressionless eyes weren’t looking at each other. They were fixed on me, unblinking, their heads tilted ever so slightly.



The whispering started again.



Soft, insidious, curling around my ears like a phantom breeze. It came from the screen, from the figures in the audience, from the darkness itself. My hands clenched the armrests tighter as my pulse thundered in my ears.



Then, one of the actors moved.



Not smoothly. Not like a person should. Their head jerked sharply, their neck snapping to the side with a sickening crunch. The others followed suit, their movements unnatural, like marionettes on invisible strings.



The whispering grew louder.



The figures in the audience shifted, their bodies twisting in their seats. I couldn’t see their faces, but I could feel their eyes on me. The air grew thick, suffocating, as the figures on the screen began to stand, their rigid limbs shaking as if struggling against unseen restraints.



I needed to leave. Now.



I bolted from my seat, stumbling into the aisle. The figures in the audience moved with me, their heads snapping in my direction as I rushed for the door. My breath came in ragged gasps as I shoved it open, tumbling back into the hallway.



The whispering didn’t stop.



I turned and ran, my vision blurring as I sprinted down the hall. The glow of the projector flickered behind me, casting monstrous shadows against the walls. I didn’t dare look back. I didn’t want to see what was following me.



I reached the lobby, my lungs burning. The air felt heavier, the rot clinging to my skin. The mall was changing again—I could feel it. The walls groaned, the floors cracked beneath my feet. It was swallowing me whole.



I had to get out.



But as I turned toward the exit, my blood ran cold.



The doorway was gone.



In its place stood another theater entrance.



The sign above it flickered to life, the letters rearranging themselves with an eerie, deliberate slowness.



NOW PLAYING: YOU



The whispering swelled to a deafening roar as the door creaked open on its own.



And something inside…was waiting.

Whispers in the WolfTown Mall

The wind howled outside, whipping through the streets of WolfTown, Pennsylvania, with an icy ferocity that rattled the very windows of the Wolf's Inn. Snow cascaded in thick, blinding sheets, and ice coated the roads like an unforgiving glaze. It was December 18th, 1936, and the Holiday Festival had drawn many to the town, filling every room in the inn with travelers who now found themselves trapped due to the storm. No cars could pass through, and no emergency services could come to the rescue. The guests had no choice but to wait out the blizzard together.



Among them was Mabel Arta, a retired detective from the neighboring town of Lonesdale. With a sharp mind honed by years of solving intricate cases, Mabel had come to WolfTown seeking nothing more than a few days of respite and merriment. But fate, it seemed, had other plans.



She sat at the desk in her modest hotel room on the fifth floor, the flickering light of the desk lamp casting elongated shadows against the pale wallpaper. A cup of coffee sat cooling beside her as she carefully inked her thoughts into her leather-bound diary, detailing her travel and the unexpected storm. The hotel, though quaint, carried a peculiar air about it. Something felt... off. But she dismissed the feeling as nothing more than exhaustion.



Then, a sound shattered the stillness of the night.



Glass breaking. Four doors down.



Mabel’s head snapped up. The walls were thin enough that the noise reached her clearly. Instinct kicked in before logic, and she rose, slipping on her overcoat over her nightdress. The hallway was dim, the wall sconces casting a dull amber glow, flickering as if in tune with the storm outside. A deep sense of foreboding settled over her as she neared the source of the noise.



The door to room 514 stood ajar, swaying ever so slightly as though someone had just passed through. Mabel’s breath hitched. She hesitated, then, carefully, nudged the door open further.



"Hello? Is everything alright?" Her voice was steady, but her heartbeat was anything but.



Silence.



She reached for the switch and flipped on the light.



The sight before her made her stomach drop. A broken lamp lay shattered across the floor, jagged glass glistening against the worn carpet. But more striking than that—was the body. A brown and black-furred wolf lay sprawled across the bed, his shirt stained crimson. Blood pooled beneath him, and a knife, the handle still protruding from his ribs, gleamed menacingly in the light.



Footprints. Bloody, leading from the bed to the door. The assailant had fled.



Mabel barely had time to process what she was seeing before a blood-curdling scream erupted behind her. She whirled around to find a young woman, one of the guests, standing in the hallway, her hands clamped over her mouth in horror.



Within moments, doors flung open up and down the corridor. Guests poured out, their groggy faces turning into masks of alarm as they saw the scene unfolding.



"What's happened?" barked a voice, deep and commanding. The inn’s owner, Mr. Howard Hargrove, an imposing gray-furred wolf in a neatly pressed vest, pushed through the growing crowd.



Mabel straightened, her detective instincts already slotting into place. "There's been a murder. We need to seal this hallway immediately. The killer may still be among us."



As the guests gathered in the hotel's lounge, the storm raged on outside, trapping everyone within the walls of the Wolf’s Inn. The victim was soon identified as Theodore "Theo" Lattimore, a traveling businessman with no known enemies—or so it seemed. Mabel sat in one of the plush lounge chairs, a notebook in her lap, as she eyed the gathered suspects. The diner's warm lights flickered, and the occasional gust of wind rattled the windows. She knew one thing for certain—whoever had killed Theo was still in this very room.



Vivian Clarke, the woman who screamed, was a socialite visiting town for the festival. Was she truly just a horrified bystander, or was there more to her reaction? Samuel Hargrove, the innkeeper’s son, had been acting strangely all evening, lurking near the fifth-floor hallway just before the murder. Elliot Finch, a reclusive writer, kept mostly to himself but had a room directly beside Theo’s. Lucian "Lucky" Moran, a known gambler and conman, had been seen arguing with Theo earlier in the evening in the hotel diner. Then there was Agatha Wren, the hotel’s head maid, who had been cleaning the floor earlier that day. She knew the ins and outs of the hotel better than anyone.



Mabel knew she needed to act fast. The footprints showed a rushed escape—but where had the killer gone? And why had Theo been targeted?



She began speaking to the staff, asking about the last time Theo was seen alive. Agatha remembered seeing him leave the diner around 10:30 PM, heading toward his room with a drink in hand. The bartender confirmed this, adding that Theo had appeared uneasy, as though someone were watching him. A guest who had been playing cards in the lounge recalled seeing Vivian Clarke get up around the same time, saying she needed water. But if Vivian had only gone for water, why had she been the first at the scene? And why was there no glass of water found near her when she screamed?



Determined to get answers, Mabel examined the bloody footprints more closely. They weren’t random—they led to the room next to Theo’s, not Elliot Finch’s, but Vivian’s. When questioned, Vivian insisted she had nothing to do with it, that she merely stumbled upon the body. But Mabel had seen something odd—a faint smudge of red on the hem of Vivian’s gown.



Mabel pressed further, retracing her steps and interviewing others again. Lucky Moran admitted that Theo owed him money, but he scoffed at the idea of killing over a gambling debt. Samuel Hargrove, however, seemed nervous. "I saw Vivian heading upstairs before Theo left the diner," he admitted. "I thought she was just going to her room, but... I don’t know. She seemed in a hurry."



That was enough for Mabel. She needed a new approach—evidence beyond a knife. She found the inn’s records, searching for any past dealings between Theo and Vivian. It turned out Theo had been blackmailing Vivian, using information from her past against her.



A confrontation between them was inevitable.



Mabel called everyone together in the lounge and reconstructed the night piece by piece. She pointed out inconsistencies in Vivian’s story, revealing the lies woven into her alibi. Under the mounting pressure, Vivian finally cracked.



"Fine! Yes, I killed him! He was threatening to ruin me!" she sobbed. "I had no choice! I confronted him, and we struggled... It was an accident!"



As the storm continued to howl outside, the case was closed. The guests, though shaken, finally found a moment of peace. And Mabel, as always, had found the truth hidden in the storm’s shadow.



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I felt that this story ran a bit short and fell into a bit of a creativity block so in the future I plan to make the story longer.
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The Mystery at Wolf's Inn

In the heart of a frigid Kentucky winter, the quaint town of Somerset lay blanketed in snow, its serenity a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within the walls of its state penitentiary. George Marlow, convicted of a crime he swore he didn’t commit, was counting his final hours on death row.



The day was drawing to a close when the guard, a burly man with a face hardened by years of thankless duty, entered his cell. “Time, Marlow,” he said, his voice a mix of indifference and hidden sympathy.



George looked up, his eyes a turbulent mix of fear and resolve. He’d always been a survivor, and now, faced with the ultimate finality, his instinct screamed for him to fight, to flee. But where? How? The walls of the penitentiary were as unyielding as fate.



As he was led down the bleak corridor, a sudden commotion erupted. A distant alarm, shouts, the chaos of a rare opportunity. In a split second, driven by sheer desperation, George acted. He seized the guard’s baton in a swift, surprising motion, striking him and sending him tumbling to the ground, unconscious but alive.



His heart pounding, George dashed through the maze of corridors, his every step a dance with danger. The prison, a fortress of despair, was alive with the sound of alarms and the shouts of guards. Yet, in the chaos, he found his path to a neglected service gate, its lock succumbing to the stolen keys with a reluctant click.



Freedom, cold and biting, embraced him as he stepped into the wintry night. Somerset, a town now haunted by his legacy, lay before him, its lights flickering like accusatory eyes. He needed a disguise, a new identity. His plan was as desperate as it was simple: blend in, disappear.



Under the cover of darkness, he neared a small clothing store, its window a gateway to his new guise. With a heavy heart, he shattered the glass with a found brick, grabbing a motley assortment of clothing - a purple shirt with white stripes, gray jeans, and a yellow hat, an ensemble as mismatched as his feelings.



Dressed in his new attire, George found a moment's rest behind an ancient oak tree, its branches a temporary shield from the prying eyes of dawn. The morning paper, flapping in the cold breeze, carried his infamy on its front page, a grim reminder of his unwanted legacy.



With nowhere to go, he set his sights on Tennessee, a new land, a possible new life. Along his journey, he encountered the unexpected - a woman by the river, her brown hair flowing, her green dress a splash of color in the bleak landscape. But she vanished as quickly as she appeared, a figment of his strained mind or perhaps a symbol of lost innocence.



Finally, George reached Nashville, a city bustling with life, a stark contrast to the solitary journey he'd undertaken. Here, amidst the crowds, he realized the true weight of his freedom. It wasn't in the running, the hiding, or the disguising. It was in confronting the truth, facing his past, and seeking redemption in the eyes of a world that had already judged him.



And so, George Marlow, once a prisoner of fate, now walked the streets of Nashville, a free man burdened with the chains of his past, searching for a future where the truth could finally set him free.

The last escape of George Marlow

DALL-E Generations #4

DALL-E Generations #3

<h2>The rules are as follows!</h2>



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1. No bullying [1 Week Ban - PERM BAN] NO WARNING 2. No arguing at staff [1 hour mute - 1 month mute] 3. No racism [1 Month - PERM BAN] NO WARNING 4. No scamming [PERM IP BAN] NO WARNING 5. No hacking [PERM IP BAN] NO WARNING 6. No griefing/raiding [1 week ban - 5 year ban] 7. No leaking information [PERM IP BAN] NO WARNING 8. No spamming [1 hour ban - PERM BAN] 9. No NSFW content unless you are in the NSFW group. If you are please post in the designated area. [Deletion of post - 1 year ban] 10. No gore AT ALL [Deletion of post - PERM BAN] 11. You may not have more than 6 alts [1 day BAN - PERM BAN] This is depending on what you do with them 12. No threats [PERM IP BAN] This means threatening to harm other players or the server NO WARNING 13. No cheating [1 week ban - PERM BAN] 14. No controversial topics [1 hour mute - PERM MUTE] 15. No advertising anything thats not related to our servers [1 week mute - PERM MUTE] 16. No malicious/suspicious links or files [PERM BAN] NO WARNING 17. ABSOLUTELY NO POLITICS [WARN - PERM BAN] 18. [Brickadia] No excessive lights, sounds, or weapons[Kick - 1 year ban] 19. NO TOXIC BEHAVIOUR



20. No Cringy Behaviour! [Kick - 1 day ban] 



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<figure class="wp-block-pullquote"><blockquote>Any loopholes with be automatically nulled and will result in a warn.If any of these rules are broken you will be warned. You get 3 warnings until you get banned.These rules apply to all of MAWStudios Services such as Minecraft, website, and discord server.By NO WARNING I mean you will be banned with no warning if it is severe.</blockquote></figure>

Rules 28.1.21

One thousand years ago, there lived a group of humans who all worshipped two goddesses, who were in fact, phoenixes. Their names were Phoebe and Luna; Phoebe was red and orange and radiated fire all around her. Luna was blue and cyan and radiated water all around her. There was also a secret race of demons who lived underground that disliked the phoenixes. Together the phoenixes dominated the earth's surface, kept the demons at bay, and provided heat, light, and water for the life that lived on the earth's surface as such they made up the sun and moon. The only problem was there was only a small group that believed in them, while everyone else thought it sounded ridiculous. Our story begins in a small town in Oregon, where the only religion was this religion. Anyone who would visit would believe that they were insane for worshipping the phoenixes, however, a fate much worse than death was in hand for the rest of them.



 We begin with the young visitor named Calton; He had blond hair with green eyes and wore a jaggy shirt with a red plus on it and typical blue jeans, he also wore a scruffy old brown backpack. He always loved to visit small towns all around the United States, and this town was no different for him. He came to this small town in Oregon called Brothersville all the way from Alabama, and the first place he arrived at was a small hostel. It wasn't like the big modern hotels you see nowadays, it was like a giant barn with rooms. There wasn't even any electricity, there were only candles to illuminate the way. As he reached the hotel, he heard a peep from one of the villagers, "Welcome to our town traveler! How may I help you today?" 



 "Could I get a room, please? I plan to stay for a few days," he said calmly. "Alright, that'll be $15." the clerk said as Calton was reaching for my wallet. He opened his wallet and grabbed 3 $5 bills, and as he was reaching toward him, the clerk said "Thank you, your room is room 6." He gave him a key as Calton thanked him and went on his way. As Calton approached the door, he grabbed the key and placed it in the lock. As he opened the door, a strange sight crossed his gaze in the room. There was only an old bed, no tables or chairs or even a single light. All there was, was a single candle that hung on the wall, and it wasn't even lit. The only thing that was illuminating the room was the single windows that barely put out any light. "What kind of hotel is this? I'm still in the 2020s, right?" He asked himself as he walked around in confusion. He finally settled and decide to take a little nap which lasted for around an hour and a half.



 When he woke up it was completely dark, he could barely see anything and had to shuffle around to find his backpack and grab his cell phone. He finally reached the backpack, which inconveniently was by the door. He turned his phone on and put the flashlight on which illuminated the nearly empty room, unfortunately, his phone's battery was at 7% so he had little time to have light. He went towards the door and before he could even reach the handle he heard a shatter as if someone had gone in front of his door only to smash a vase. He took a step back, thoughts racing through his mind until finally, he decided to just get back to his backpack and search for a lighter so he can light the candle that lie above the bed. It took around 35 seconds of searching to finally discover a barely working lighter which barely even lit. He tried his best and managed to get a good bit of fire to which he lit the candle. After the candle was finally lit he turned his cell phone's light off and went to lie in bed. After a few moments of brief internal thought, he finally drifts off to sleep.



 He is woken up by a beam of sunlight bashing against his face with warmth. He looks around in a daze before finally gathering his strength and getting up from the bed. He tries to check his phone, but it died sometime throughout the night. After a bit of "waking up," he decides to leave his room and figure out what the loud shattering sound was. He opened the door, and to his surprise, there was nothing, no sign that anything broke. He decided to start asking around and everyone he asked only replied with "Shattering sound? I didn't hear anything like that". With each person he asked he grew more and more suspicious, it was as if they were all under some sort of spell. Could it all have been in his mind? Could it have been close and quiet enough only for him to hear? He decided enough was enough and asked the clerk who had greeted him what had happened. He simply replied: "A shattering sound? Well there was nothing broken throughout the night I assure you, I was awake the entire time and would have known if something had been broken." This piqued his curiosity and began to give him a feeling of trepidation as nobody had heard the sound. He raced through his thoughts and only 2 thoughts hit his meter. Ghosts or a figment of his imagination. 



 After giving himself anxiety over the thought of an angry spirit haunting his room at night, he decides to grab some lunch. He walks out of the hostel and peruses the number of shops that are around this small town. He eventually finds a very tiny restaurant called "Brothersville burgers". He waltzes right on into the restaurant, goes to the clerk, and takes a look at the menu before making his order. He decided to order just a simple cheeseburger with some french fries with a bottle of water. "That'll be $8.64." the clerk squeaked out. Calton reached into his pocket and handed the clerk a $10 bill while the clerk gathered some change. "That'll be out in just a few moments, your number is 194!" the clerk shouted. Calton thanked the clerk and began his wait for his food.



 After about 7 minutes of leaning against the wall waiting, they shouted Calton's number and he grabbed his food with anticipation of the deliciousness that was in store for him. He took a single bite and was enthralled by the taste that he barely even noticed the large poster of Phoebe, the red phoenix. After he finished off the last fry, he began cleaning up after himself. After a few moments of cleaning and just digesting, he notices the large poster and is captivated by its mysteriousness. "What in the world could this be? Is this just some mascot for the burger shop?" he began thinking to himself. After a bit of pondering, he decides to go to the clerk and ask about the poster. "Hey, I like your poster, is it your mascot?" he asked. "No sir, that is our goddess, Phoebe." the clerk replied. Confused, he turned back to the poster. "So you worship this bird?" he insensitively asked. "You best be careful around here, folks don't take kindly to having their religion insulted." the clerk told him. Calton apologized and went on his way out to explore the small town.



This ends part 1 of this story. It is all based on one single prompt that I will reveal once I finish the ENTIRE story.

A Blaze of Agony: The arrival of a inquisitive traveler

Back in 2017, I started a short story called "The Murderer of Berlin" for a class I didn't like, and looking back at it now, I feel that it needs more work. So for this post, I'm going to completely rewrite the story while keeping some of the base details. I've given a much better ending than the previous work.



 It was a frosty winter morning with cars roaring with frustration. Melony had awoken from the piercing sound of her alarm clock. She opened her steely green eyes to find Amy, Melony's sister, on top of her like a cat. Confused, she gently pushed her off, pulled the blanket onto her, and went to go get dressed. She wore a wavy red T-shirt, with basic blue jeans. As she barreled out of the front door she got knocked onto the ground. In a daze, she looked around but only saw a blurry figure running away while yelling "sorry!" That was when her best friend Dylan came in to assist her, and with a bit of struggle, he helped her back onto her feet. "Thanks," she said. "The hell was that guy's problem?" He angrily said. "Eh, he seems to be in a hurry, it's fine," she said. "Well alright, but you be careful, and if you need anything let me know; I'll see you later, byyyyyyye," Dylan said. 



 She hurriedly ran to the nearest metro and awaited for the red line train to arrive. As it arrived she ran to the nearest seat and waited for around 42 minutes to arrive at her stop. She arrived at her job as a terrible assistant for the CEO of a car company. She did the usual, hourly "How may I help you?" with a passive-aggressive mood and finally clocked out after 8.2 hours of a stressful day. She finally walked on out, exhausted, and ran towards the metro.



 Again, she waited for the red line train to appear, however, it took much longer than previously anticipated. It finally arrived after 1.7 hours of waiting and she collapsed into a seat and fell asleep. 39 minutes later she awoke from her nap to find that her stop was only 2 stops away. She hastily grabbed her things, stood up, and waited another 5 minutes to arrive at her stop. As the train arrived, she stepped off and stood against the wall for around 2 minutes gathering her thoughts and trying to gain the energy to head on home. 



 She finally arrived at her block when she sees what looks to be the man that pushed her into a very vulnerable spot. She also happened to see a metal baseball bat not too far away from him. In a tired daze, she grabbed the baseball bat and slammed it against the back of his head, knocking him out instantly with a loud WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANCK. Without even a single thought, she grabbed his body and dragged him to her house where another horror will unfold. She reached her house after about 3 minutes of dragging, unlocked the door, and brought the body in.



 Once she got the body in and locked the door, she placed the body in the living room, then proceeded to grab a knife from the kitchen sink, cleaned it, and started cutting. She started by cutting the hands off and then without even a second thought, started eating. After around 52 minutes she managed to eat all the arms and legs and then proceeded to cut his head off. Once the head was off she pierced the skull with the knife and placed it on the TV stand like it was some kind of terrible Halloween decoration. After it was all over, she and the entire living room were covered in blood.



 It was around 11 hours after the incident when Dylan thought "I should go see if she is okay, she seemed a bit stressed. She should be done with work about now." He calmly walked out his front door after sitting on the couch watching the worst movie you could ever see for 3 and a half hours. He unlocked and opened the door of his red convertible with white stripes and proceeded to sit down. He pushed his purple key into the car and proceeded to drive for 4 minutes to Melony's house. As he arrived at her house, he exited the car and started his journey to the front porch. He approached the front door and knocked but to his surprise there was no answer, however, there was a strange squishing noise. "Melony?" he asked, worried. He remembered that she told him about how she hid a second house key under a beautiful little dog statue by the side of the house. After looking through the windows, yelling her name, and not being able to see anything, he hopped on down to the side of the building and grabbed the key, which was a bit dirty. He finally once again, reached the front door, put the key into the keyhole, and turned the key.



 He opened the door, and said with a worried tone "Melony, are you here?" Nothing, not a single peep. He began looking around when he realized that there was liquid all over, so he quickly ran to look for the light switch and turn the lights on. To his horror, he saw blood everywhere. It was like a blood slip-and-slide, it nearly on every surface, and then he saw her. She didn't even notice him, she was in a daze as she was munching on the guy's leg. "WHAT THE HELL! ARE YOU OKAY?" He proceeded to exclaim with a scared tone. She didn't even acknowledge his existence in the room, she just kept munching down. He gathered all of the courage he could, which wasn't much, and approached Melony, and with a lot of effort, he managed to grab her arm and ask "Melony?" She finally snapped back into reality, and said without any expression "Oh, hello Dylan."



 "What the fuck is going on? Dylan asked. Melony looked a bit confused and asked "What do you mean?" She didn't seem like herself, it was as if she lost all of her emotions. "I'm full," she said while getting up. "Who the hell is this anyway?" Dylan asked. "Well it was the guy that pushed me down, I felt a bit snackish on the way home so I decided why not." The horrified look he had on his face as she said that, it was like he was dreaming. "WHAT! What kind of logic is that! That isn't even the guy that pushed you, that's my neighbor Harry! On that note where is Amy? She shouldn't come near here." he said trying not to sound like a scared weasel. She said, with no emotion at all, "Well that's unfortunate" and then proceeded to stare at the wall while ignoring his existence. Every further attempt he tried to get any new information failed as she did not budge. He decided to look around her house to see if he can find any clues about what was going on with her. He first checked Amy's room to see if she was there, luckily she wasn't, however, the bedsheet was all messy. He just figured that she didn't bother to make the bed and decided to head out without cleaning up anything. He would then soon find something that would make him wish he never came to check up on her.



 He approached Melony's bedroom, and once he opened the door, he caught a horrifying glimpse of what was left of Amy. She was laying in her bed, with bites taken out of her, and appeared to be dead for a few days. His mind raced, he didn't know what to do, and then a small bolt of lightning appeared in his head. He pulled his phone out of the right pocket and proceeded to call 112, and told the operator everything that had happened. 



 It took around 45 minutes for the police and paramedics to arrive, but she just sat there staring at the wall. She didn't even acknowledge that anyone entered the house, it wasn't until one of the officers tried to grab her to get her to the hospital that she started screeching and trying to bite the officer's face off. It took about 3 officers to finally get her restrained and tied down. Dylan tried to calm her down but she screeched and tried to break out of the restraints. It was no use so they finally hauled her to the ambulance and sent her off to the hospital.



 It wasn't until a few days later that he heard the news that she was sent to a mental institution. She and Amy didn't have any other family so Dylan and a small group of friends decided to have a funeral for Amy. It was devastating to have all of this happen, she was perfectly fine when they met this morning. The police say that Amy was gone for around 5 days, how could Dylan not have seen it? 



 Years have passed and Melony has gotten worse and more erratic. Dylan tries to visit as much as possible but she doesn't appear to notice him much. She has multiple episodes of hysteria most times he tries to see her, and he eventually stops trying. Eventually, she was forgotten and left with nobody.

Melony's Pitfall (The Murderer of Berlin)

Zombie Apocalypse Chapter 1: A horrors beginning

Nightfall came quite quickly as if time was accelerating, however, I was dead wrong with that assumption. This night felt like the longest night of my life as I could not sleep and was bombarded by multiple zombies. As the sun went down, I wandered into a house after shattering the window with a large rock I found by the road. For a few minutes it was quiet and peaceful, and then I opened the bedroom door. 2 large zombies suddenly attacked me as I opened the door, from what I could see it was a man and a woman both with brown hair. The man was wearing only underwear while the woman was wearing a full teal nightgown. I tried to shut the door on them, but one of the zombies shoved their hand in the crack of the door making it impossible to shut. As I tried to fight them for the door they screeched very loudly like a banshee.



 I tried to keep it as closed as possible, but it would appear that I wouldn't be able to get a break without killing the zombies. After around half a minute I decided that I would jump off the door and run to the kitchen in hopes that there may be a knife that I could use. As I jumped, the door burst open with a loud BANG! The 2 zombies came scuttling towards me with dead expressions and loud moaning. I had to cut the corners so they wouldn't be able to catch me and run as fast as I possibly could. I reached the kitchen after about a minute and a half of searching and to my surprise there were no sharp knives in any of the drawers, only butter knives, a few forks, and only 1 spoon. After a few seconds of searching, the zombies finally reached to the kitchen and I was in a standoff. 



 It took a bit of thinking, but after looking hurriedly I noticed that they have a dishwasher that blended in to the color of the cabinets, as I opened I finally found a usable weapon, a steak knife. I grabbed it and charged at the man, hoping that I'd be able to gain some luck. As I reached him, I jammed the knife into the head and hoped for the best. To my luck, it work! He was down, however, the knife was jammed in and stuck so I wouldn't be able to get the last zombie. In a panicked attempt, I put my foot on his chest and pulled as hard as I could. It finally came out, however, I was pulling so hard that I was knocked onto my back. The woman jumped onto me and by no surprise at all she was very strong as a zombie. After a bit of struggling and almost getting bit, I was able to push her off and get her knocked onto the ground. She struggled a bit to get up which gave me enough time to grab the knife and put it through her head. As I confirmed the death I dropped the knife and sat against a wall for quite some time hoping for some rest.



 It was finally over, or so I thought, as I found that there were more zombies in this house. A few minutes later I heard a loud BANG. Curious, I went to check out the noise hoping that it wasn't a threat. it appeared to come from the 2nd floor, so I slowly went up the creaky stairs as quietly as I could. I searched the 2nd floor but couldn't find anything as I searched through each room until I reached 2 rooms, one of the rooms door was decorated with a pretty sign that said "Ally and Maria." The other was just a plain white door with no decorations. I opened the plain looking door and to my horror I saw a very deformed young boy barely able to even come towards me. I quickly shut the door, accidentally slamming it generating a concerning amount of noise. 



 Maybe the other door is empty and that was the noise that I heard? I opened the door and at first it was quiet, but then I noticed I was being stared at. I looked over towards the bunk bed and noticed 2 heavily deformed faces with no hair staring at me, and then without a chance to react, one of them started to scream like one of those "death whistles." Without any thought I ran out and shut the door, however, one of them ran after me and I happen to shut it on their fingers, slicing them clean off. 



 I ran out of that house as fast as I could and looked for another place to stay for the night. As I looked around I tried processing what I had just said and experienced. "This has to be some twisted nightmare, what the hell was that!" I thought. After about 45 minutes of walking around I came across a house that looked like it had been abandoned for years. Maybe things would finally look up, maybe I can finally have a place to rest? Needless to say I broke the lock of the front door with a rusty axe that I found towards the side of the house and went on inside. I realized that I will need to protect the door somehow as I broke the lock, so I looked around and found a large cabinet.



 I pushed the cabinet in front of the door as best as I could and began to settle in for the night. After about another 30 minutes I was trying to sleep when I noticed some really loud sounds. I slightly looked out the window and saw what looked to be thousands of zombies aimlessly walking and running around, some eating each other, and others completely dead on the ground. Needless to say, I ran and hit as best as I could. After what felt like an eternity, the noises started to die down and I could finally get some rest.

Zombie Apocalypse: Night of terror

This is all based on my experience and may not apply to everyone. Every cat is unique and may have a difference experience than mine. 







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 Getting a new cat can be exciting and it can be stressful, you never know what's going to happen with them. They could be very excited to be with you or they could be scared of being in a new place. My first suggested is to try very hard to not scare them and help them get to know their surroundings. It's best not to just let them be and figure it out on their own. They are in an unfamiliar environment and will likely need help finding the food and water. 



 It can either take a long time or a short time for cats to get familiar. You may notice that they will slowly start to explore their area while also hiding, do not do anything that might scare them. If they are taking a lot longer than expected to get familiar and used to the environment. It can be helpful to bring them around the house and introduce them more. Be as gentle and calm as you can be when doing this as they are already stressed about being in this new home. You don't want to provoke them and create more problems than there already are.



 If you have multiple cats you might find that they fight at least once or twice and in my experience its inevitable. They smack around once and then they are fine, although if it gets too serious you should try to stop them. If they constantly fight maybe consult someone else that's not me. There could also be some cases where nothing happens and they just get along.



 Always remember to keep the food and water dishes constantly filled. Also put the dishes in a place that's easily accessible. If you have multiple cats make sure put down more bowls so they don't feel any pressure. It's possibly best to have a bowl for each cat, try to make sure to keep them all filled at all times. It may take a while for them to realize that they will always have food, so just make sure that they get comfortable around the house, with others, and with the location of the food/water dishes.



 Never move the food dish, water dish, or litter boxes. Cat's are a routine animal and they do not like change. Moving these could confuse them and change their habits and schedules. Moving the litter box could also result in them being confused and then going to the bathroom on the floor, they would also be very confused so unless it is necessary do not move it. If it is necessary, keep a watch for them and try redirecting them to the new location when they try to go to the old location.



 Never bathe your cats unless completely necessary, they do not like water and will retaliate when you try to put them in. They are already perfect at keeping themselves clean and bathing them may lead to more mistrust. If you do decide to bath them, do not use shampoo specified for humans, it can contain toxic material to them. Also do not use too much water, they are already overwhelmed and it might increase their stress level.



 Please note that I am not a professional and some of this information MAY be incorrect. I am just an animal lover sharing my experiences and notes.

Chapter 1: A new cat

After I found some viable resources, I prepared to spend the night in the store. There wasn't much to make a comfortable bed, but with a few paper towels and some ripped clothing, I managed to make a small uncomfortable sleeping area. It wasn't much, but it should get me through the night. Shortly after I finished building, I put the shotgun and crowbar down next to the badly made bed and went straight to bed.



 As I was sleeping, I had a dream about becoming a dog. From what I could tell I was a stray in a typical city area with a lack of food, the main struggle in my dream was there wasn't enough food for everyone and had to defend myself from other hungry dogs. It felt like it went on for years until one day I met a nice friendly human who took me in, fed me, bathed me, and gave me a nice warm home. It wasn't until much later that I realized that something was off, there was a strange disfigured man staring out me through the window. It was difficult to tell who it was through the curtain, but I could tell that it wasn't a typical human with the way it walked and the muffled groan through the window.



 I walked around the house to see if anyone was home, but there was nobody to be found. I realized shortly that there was dead silence as the figure disappeared from the window. This made me think that it was just something to do with weird shadows, but, what came later disproved my theory. The groaning continued, but this time it came from the front door, except this time it was more violent with knocking sounds. It took a few minutes, but the figure managed to break the door down and limp in. I finally realized that this figure was a mangled human-being that looked to be dead, and soon after it grabbed me and I jolted awake.



 After a few minutes of trying to process the nightmare that I had, I realized that there was actual banging and groaning. It was coming from the back door of the building, and I soon realized that it was time that I pack up and leave. I jumped out of my terribly made bed and grabbed my weapons. I realized that it would be a bit difficult to carry them together and a bit awkward. So once I gathered the rest of what I had, I walked to the front of the store where I can try and look for something to carry my items. 



 After a few minutes with no luck, I decided to head on out to look for something that can assist me with survival. As I walked out I was surprised to see the amount of destruction that had ensued after I went to sleep. The roofs of a lot of the buildings were collapsed, with some corners also destroyed. I also noticed a great deal of cars that were either wrecked, on fire, abandoned, or had dead bodies in them. The worst part through it all was the silence, there was nothing except for the sounds of destruction, not even a zombie was nearby.



 I contemplated on where I wanted to go for around 6 minutes and decided that I wanted to head straight on and hope to find other survivors. It took around 23 minutes of walking to be able to find a decent store with the smallest amount of destruction, it was a store called "Parabulas" and sold office and school supplies. I made a sigh of relief, hoping that maybe I could get my hands on a backpack to store my weapons and other belongings. I tried to enter but noticed that the door was locked and had a closed sign on the other side which made me realize that this may be a bit harder than I had hoped. I looked around for a few minutes before deciding to break the door open with my crowbar. Once I had access to the store, I quickly looked around before finally settling on a tacky pink backpack with flowers on it. I was just glad to be able to finally have means of storage so I could travel more efficiently.



 Once I was able to get all of my belongings into the backpack with the crowbar slightly sticking out, I headed out and kept on the same route as I was going. I kept on the path for a few hours until finally I could not walk anymore and was starving. I looked around for something to eat, but I couldn't find a single thing except for the grass on the ground. I decided that it was time to start raiding nearby houses with hopes that I could find some decent food. After searching through 3 houses I managed to find 2 cereal boxes with one half empty, 3 apples, 1 banana, 4 strawberries, 24 bottles of water, 3 cans of beer, and a chocolate bar. With a sigh of relief I began packing the food whilst eating 2 of the strawberries and taking a drink from one of the water bottles. After relaxing a bit I decided that it was time to head back on the road with hopes that I can get back home while only taking a few of the water bottles with me.



 I continued on my journey watching the destructive aftermath as I walk past destroyed buildings and vehicles. Within the long journey I had I haven't seen a single living being. I continued on until started to get dark outside, luckily I was out of the main city by then and in a suburban housing area so I could easily find some shelter and possibly some more supplies for the upcoming days.

Zombie Apocalypse: Destroyed City

What you will need:



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First you need to go to your selected folder and type 



<pre class="wp-block-code"><code>npm init</code></pre>



and go through the options however you feel.



Once your done use visual studio code to create a file named index.js and provide the following.



<pre class="wp-block-code"><code>const express = require('express');</code></pre>



For this tutorial I'm also going to show how to create a very simple web server. Once you start to get a hang of the basics of expressjs you will be able to create a multitude of web applications like creating a social media site, a video sharing site, an image sharing site, a forums site, a blog, and a lot more. The code that I placed above is what you need for this tutorial, and to start run this commands: <code>npm i express.</code> Now let's get to the very basics, to start out let's get our app running.



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const path = require('path');
const router = express.Router();</code></pre>



This is for our very basics so it knows how to use specific functions. Now we get to the routing, just because this is a tutorial I will show you how to send your user a basic html file. Personally, I like to keep all my html inside of a folder so for this tutorial I will be doing that.



<pre class="wp-block-code"><code>app.get('/', (req, res) =&gt; {
 res.sendFile(path.join(__dirname, '/pages/index.html'));
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So now that we have it sending the user a predetermined html file we now need to tell the app to start hosting this application.



<pre class="wp-block-code"><code>app.use('/', router);
app.use(express.static('images'));
app.listen(process.env.port || 3000);

console.log('Running at Port 3000');</code></pre>



There you go, the very basics. Another thing you can do is send plain text instead, say, something like "authentication.domain.com."



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This concludes my very basic tutorial.

NodeJS Tutorials 3: Simple Express.js startup

Here I will be giving a honest rating of a Sims 4 pack based on my own thoughts. Before I begin I will mention that this is a review of DLC for a game that is created by Maxis and published by EA. I did not create the images contained in this post, I merely took a screenshot of Sims 4 gameplay for entertainment purposes. We will take the post down if it is requested by the original owner.



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 This expansion pack is pretty straightforward, you add cats and dogs to your game. This pack was the first pack I got with the game and I feel that it should be the first pack that everyone else gets. It adds pets, furniture, cosmetics, and even aspirations. Currently one of my sim's aspirations is "Friend Of The Animals" in which the goal to complete it is to be friends and companions with many animals. It's quite interesting to watch the pets go around, play with each other, play with sims, and even meow at other sims while they are trying to sleep just like my real cats.



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I love watching all the cats interact with each other while my other sims are working, it's very entertaining to watch them. Currently, I chose a prebuilt house in the new world that comes with the house, and in that world there are cats and dogs that roam all around. It even has this boardwalk where both cats and dogs can roam and play around with each other, honestly it is one of my favourite places in the game. I love bringing my pets to this area and letting them roam.



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I only have one thing that I dislike about this pack and it's the fact that you can't control the pets in the regular game, I always use a mod to fix this though. I feel that this should be a main feature in the pack, it's fun to be able to control a cat while everyone else is at work.



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Sims 4: Cats and Dogs Expansion Pack Review

Here I will be giving a honest rating of a Sims 4 pack based on my own thoughts. Before I begin I will mention that this is a review of DLC for a game that is created by Maxis and published by EA. I did not create the images contained in this post, I merely took a screenshot of Sims 4 gameplay for entertainment purposes. We will take the post down if it is requested by the original owner. 



 Now this add-on adds vampires, furniture, and cosmetics to your character. It also brings in a new world where vampires live. With this add-on you can become a vampire and level up to gain more powers throughout the game. I, for one, enjoy the old-time like furniture that it brings in. I highly recommend this add-on for anyone who enjoys this kind of fictional gameplay.



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 One big change that happened on my first time becoming a vampire was that the sims needs menu changed. Some of the bars were removed to make way for a vampire energy bar. There's also power points which allow you to gain powers, however to get more powers you need to level up by reading the vampire books and using your powers more often. There are 5 levels that you can reach, and as you reach a new level, a new column is unlocked. Although, to unlock more powers you must also choose a weakness.



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 Another change you will notice is that the diamond above the vampire sim you are controlling will now have a ring around it with a picture of a bat on it. The needs that you will still have is hygiene, social, and fun, these all act the same as if you weren't a vampire. The drink feature goes down a bit slower than regular hunger would, however, if you wanted to play peacefully without feeding on mortal sims it would take several packs of plasma to fully suffice it. 



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 Now if you aren't a fan of supernatural things, this pack also includes a multitude of gothic furniture and cosmetics. It also adds a few new hairstyles to the game, however, I recommend that you get it on sale. If you are looking to get this for the furniture/cosmetics but don't like the vampires, don't worry, as long as you don't look into researching them or talking about them, they will not bother you. As soon as you start the game a vampire will come to your house, as long as you do not interact with him he won't bother you often. 



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 I highly recommend this pack only if you are interested in vampires/gothic styled cosmetics. It is a great buy especially if it's on sale. This pack has quite a bit to offer and I hope they add more mythical packs like this. I feel the sims could use more old-time furniture and cosmetics, it adds more of an authentic gameplay.



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Sims 4: Vampire Add-On Review

Sims 4 is one of my favourite games, but a lot of times it needs some mods to add some more activities to do in the game or even optimize the game. Here I will show my most favourite mods for this game. Before I begin I will mention that this is a review of mods for a game that is created by Maxis and published by EA. I did not create the images contained in this post, I merely took a screenshot of Sims 4 gameplay for entertainment purposes. We will take the post down if it is requested by the original owner. For certain reasons I will not post download links to the mods.



<h2>Playable Pets Mod</h2>



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 Now the first mod I will discuss is the Playable Pets Mod, this mod is the first mod I download every time I have to redownload the Sims 4. Please note that this mode is for the Cats and Dogs expansion pack. I feel that this should've been a base feature in the game as it allows you to play as your pets like in the Sims 3. I feel that this should be the first mod that you choose to play with.



<h2>SimCity Loans 2.0 Mod</h2>



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 Now for the second mod I recommend the loan mod, it allows you to gain a loan and pay it off overtime like in real life. I like this one because you can gain a loan for stuff you want and pay it off over time. I feel this adds a bit of realism to the game, I used it to buy an in-game house and you can even choose how many payments you want to do to pay it off. I highly recommend having this mod in your game, I feel it should be a necessity when playing. Although there is a chance that it could be abused like an in-game cheat for money. 



<h2>Extreme Violence Mod</h2>



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Now this is a mod that would be great for those people who like to kill other sims but don't like the traditional ways of doing it. With this mod you can shoot sims, blow sims up, piledrive sims, stab sims, and more. I recently had an issue with a neighbor that wouldn't stop annoying me, kept peeping into my house, so I used this to remove that sim. Now, this mod is not for people who dislike gore or excessive violence. I admit, this mod is a bit too much for me but when you have a sim you don't like and want some realism in the deletion, then this is the mod for you.



<h2>Bank and Credit Mod</h2>



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Now this mod adds a bit of realism like the SimCity Loans 2.0 Mod. It allows you to have a bank to keep your money in and a credit card system. Like the Loans mod you can pay for things you can't afford and pay it off over time. As far as I know, the best way to get started is to head onto your sims computer and press more options. I highly recommend this mod if your looking for a system that kind of replicates real life systems.



<h2>Teleport Any Sim Mod</h2>



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If you want to be able to teleport your sims around the game, this is a great mod. To get the teleport statue, search for Sim Teleporter when in the buy mode. You can also summon other sims that you have met along your journey. It's a bit of a simple mod, but it's fun to play around with. When using just remember what I previously said to search for, otherwise it won't work.