(2/18/2023)
A group of children of various ages live together up about 4 or 5 flights of stairs. They were being picked off one by one if they tried to leave their safety to go downstairs "R" all throughout the night.
One of the teenagers among them tried exploring the basement one night, but came back up empty handed.
The scene that I woke up on involved an 8 year old, in front of a 4 year old holding a baby. They started to go downstairs only for the 4 year old to lose grip of the baby, and both the baby and 8 year old started rolling down the stairs, while a couple of teenagers rushed in to attempt to save them.
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(2/21/2023)
The concept of a Banana hat in Pokemon go: if the trainer is wearing a Banana hat, there's a small chance whatever encounter, wild or raid boss, will also have a Banana hat.
The 6b49 raiders were doing Regirock raids to get a Regirock with a Banana hat, and while they were passing nearby, I attempted to make a B-line for my home gym, attempting to reach the raid in time, only to end up remote raiding anyways.
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(2/26/2023)
Some essentially evil, blond-haird landlord or relative was trying to charge a guy over $300 to use cooking ingredients, while also claiming that it was free. She was saying something like it's free, you just need to pay whatever fee it was afterwards.
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Being outraged by that, I decided to use my own leftover spam marinade to make spam musubi, but she got to it before me and put a tiny bit of the marinade into plastic bags, that it'll slowly leak out of, around a table, some on plates and some not on them.
I tried to save as much of the marinade as I could by draining them onto one or two plates, but more than a couple drops of the dark brown liquid stained the vibrant, white tablecloth.
If that wasn't enough a tiny, slightly larger than a Chihuahua dog somehow jumped from floor, to chair, to table to snatch the spam and step in the marinade.
Already overwhelmed by the situation, I grabbed the tiny dog by the scruff and gently lowered her to the ground with a couple other dogs just below. Somehow the mauled spam was left as intact as it already was after being sent to the floor. I decided on rinsing it thoroughly to get rid of the hair and dog saliva, rinsing off a lot of the marinade too even if it should have been thrown away at this point.
I think I declared that I'd just just go to the store to get more ingredients, but realized that I still had everything I needed to just make more marinade there where we were staying.
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(2/28/2023)
We were a squad of Legend of Zelda BoTW/Scooby Doo-esque group of 5 or 6 each with a different unique piece of armor.
We were entering a dangerous other dimensional fortress/base, which we had access to through a segmented net with zippered flaps. Staying in the shadows to avoid our armor reflecting any light for sensors to pick up on.
Both Fred and the Shaggy-Link character managed to get past the first security guard drone with a rounded, axe shaped camera for a head.
Shaggy-Link managed to sneak into the next room to the right down the hall, with Fred attempting to go after him.
The rest of us went left and started hiding behind conveniently placed obstacles around to avoid a security bot's light detecting us.
We were circling around respective large objects to not be detected for a bit, and eventually made our way to the exit to escape for another day.
A few of us made it through, but as I was wondering, with worry, why no one else was coming through, I was forced to close the entrance to prevent the swarm of now alerted drones from descending onto our world.