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The Podcast for the ILSA ya knowwww. Today we do a first round Mock Draft for our upcoming draft.
In De Ira (On Anger), Book I, Chapter XVIII, Seneca tells of Gnaeus Calpurnius Piso, a Roman governor and lawmaker, when he was angry, ordering the execution of a soldier who had returned from a leave of absence without his comrade, on the grounds that if the man did not produce his companion, he had presumably killed the latter. As the condemned man was presenting his neck to the executioner's sword, there suddenly appeared the very comrade who was supposedly murdered. The centurion overseeing the execution halted the proceedings and led the condemned man back to Piso, expecting a reprieve. But Piso mounted the tribunal in a rage, and ordered the three soldiers to be executed. He ordered the death of the man who was to have been executed, because the sentence had already been passed; he also ordered the death of the centurion who was in charge of the original execution, for failing to perform his duty; and finally, he ordered the death of the man who had been supposed to have been murdered, because he had been the cause of the death of two innocent men.
I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
It wouldn't bark. In fact, it was unlikely that it would make any sound at all. Its movements were always muffled. It would not move the way we would expect a dog, or any creature for that matter, to move. Something so... unnatural about it. Something otherworldly. But it was a dog. At least in the supposed pictures, it looked like one. Pitch-black, four-legged, hairy... About the size of an adult wolf. It certainly had no teeth. No amount of scanning could reveal a white gleam in any of the pictures. It was all black. Pure black. No one knew how it could move so fast. Or if it could truly cross the oceans. Or maybe it was not just one. Maybe there were several. Maybe there were many. More than we could calculate, we thought. Maybe... it was not real. Maybe it was just a dream. Who knows. So many maybes, because no one knows anything for sure. First appeared in Japan, Osaka Prefecture. Then Busan, before Beijing. Then Moscow, Warsaw, Berlin, Paris, London... It was only a matter of time. Sightings of large, pure black, canine-like entities mauling night-time walkers and anyone outside after dark was already being reported and talked about amongst the common people around the East Coast. Victims had their throats ripped, men would often have their testicles ripped as well while breasts were a common target in female victims. No fliers were posted. Tv Channels, for some reason, never made any news broadcasts questioning the mysterious, gruesome deaths surrounding the black entity. No effort was made to warn anyone. Official and private investigations alike either led to no conclusions or were silenced. One common pattern seemed to be obvious though. The entity would only target those who are alone. It never seemed to attack groups. Not even two people at the same time. No one knew how it could so quickly rip apart a human body and then disappear into the night, leaving no trace. It never even seemed to have any teeth. It was an abomination. An error. A glitch in the matrix if there is ever one. Remember, it does not bark, it does not warn, it only appears after dark, and targets solo walkers. Once it sets its eyes on you, you cannot escape. Worse is, people being mauled within the comfort of their own bedrooms is being reported day by day. No one knows what to do to prevent an attack except to not be alone. Good luck...
"Lady," The Misfit said, looking beyond her far into the woods, "there never was a body that give the undertaker a tip." There were two more pistol reports and the grandmother raised her head like a parched old turkey hen crying for water and called, "Bailey Boy, Bailey Boy!" as if her heart would break. "Jesus was the only One that ever raised the dead," The Misfit continued, "and He shouldn't have done it. He shown everything off balance. If He did what He said, then it's nothing for you to do but thow away everything and follow Him, and if He didn't, then it's nothing for you to do but enjoy the few minutes you got left the best way you can-by killing somebody or burning down his house or doing some other meanness to him. No pleasure but meanness," he said and his voice had become almost a snarl. "Maybe He didn't raise the dead," the old lady mumbled, not knowing what she was saying and feeling so dizzy that she sank down in the ditch with her legs twisted under her. "I wasn't there so I can't say He didn't," The Misfit said. "I wisht I had of been there," he said, hitting the ground with his fist. "It ain't right I wasn't there because if I had of been there I would of known. Listen lady," he said in a high voice, "if I had of been there I would of known and I wouldn't be like I am now." His voice seemed about to crack and the grandmother's head cleared for an instant. She saw the man's face twisted close to her own as if he were going to cry and she murmured, "Why you're one of my babies. You're one of my own children!" She reached out and touched him on the shoulder. The Misfit sprang back as if a snake had bitten him and shot her three times through the chest. Then he put his gun down on the ground and took off his glasses and began to clean them. Hiram and Bobby Lee returned from the woods and stood over the ditch, looking down at the grandmother who half sat and half lay in a puddle of blood with her legs crossed under her like a child's and her face smiling up at the cloudless sky. A GOOD MAN IS HARD TO FIND 153 Without his glasses, The Misfit's eyes were red-rimmed and pale and defenseless-looking. "Take her off and thow her where you shown the others," he said, picking up the cat that was rubbing itself against his leg. "She was a talker, wasn't she?" Bobby Lee said, sliding down the ditch with a yodel. "She would of been a good woman," The Misfit said, "if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life." "Some fun!" Bobby Lee said. "Shut up, Bobby Lee" The Misfit said. "It's no real pleasure in life."
I don't wanna talk About things we've gone through Though it's hurting me Now it's history I've played all my cards And that's what you've done too Nothing more to say No more ace to play The winner takes it all The loser's standing small Beside the victory That's her destiny I was in your arms Thinking I belonged there I figured it made sense Building me a fence Building me a home Thinking I'd be strong there But I was a fool Playing by the rules The gods may throw a dice Their minds as cold as ice And someone way down here Loses someone dear The winner takes it all (takes it all) The loser has to fall (has to fall) It's simple and it's plain (it's so plain) Why should I complain? (Why complain?) But tell me, does she kiss Like I used to kiss you? Does it feel the same When she calls your name? Somewhere deep inside You must know I miss you But what can I say? Rules must be obeyed The judges will decide (will decide) The likes of me abide (me abide) Spectators of the show (of the show) Always staying low (staying low) The game is on again (on again) A lover or a friend (or a friend) A big thing or a small (big or small) The winner takes it all (takes it all) I don't wanna talk If it makes you feel sad And I understand You've come to shake my hand I apologize If it makes you feel bad Seeing me so tense No self-confidence But you see The winner takes it all The winner takes it all So the winner takes it all And the loser has to fall Throw the dice, cold as ice Way down here, someone dear Takes it all, has to fall And it's plain, why complain?
Me rn: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=901bVqiTiNM
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Week 6 Recap for the ILSA-- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgmVOuLgFB0&t=59s
Week 5 Recap for the ILSA
Three pets (Chance, a young dog unfamiliar with the world; Shadow, an aging, wise dog; and Sassy, a snobby cat) are left behind when their family goes on vacation. Unsure of what happened, the animals set out on a quest to find their family. This journey across America is very dangerous and the animals risk never seeing their masters again. The group of pets travel across forested mountains and areas of wide-open countryside, while their family searches for them in the same areas.
Weekly recap of the ILSA. Pumpkin Muffin recipe: 1 3/4 cups all purpose flour 1 cup sugar 1/2 cup dark brown sugar 1 teaspoon baking soda 1/2 teaspoon salt 2 teaspoons cinnamon 1/4 teaspoon ground cloves 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg 2 eggs 1 15 ounce can pure pumpkin puree 1/2 cup coconut oil, melted 1 teaspoon vanilla extract. Half a bag of Hersheys Dark Chocolate Chips Preheat the oven to 375 degrees and place 12 paper liners into each well of your standard size muffin baking pan. Measure out the flour, sugars, baking soda, salt and spices in a medium bowl and whisk together. Set aside. In another bowl, whisk together the eggs, pumpkin puree, coconut oil and vanilla extract. Pour the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients and stir together. Do not over mix, just stir until everything is incorporated into the batter. It is helpful to use a large scoop (like an ice cream scoop) to evenly distribute the batter into each well. They will be nearly full. This will help give your muffins a nice puffy dome. Bake your muffins for 20-22 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the center of a muffin comes out clean. Enjoy!
Weekly Recap for the ILSA
We are back! This is the 2022 Week 1 Recap, we have news and notes, scandals galore and the American Eagle Pocket Tee Weekly Ranking. Check her out!
This is the official podcast for the ILSA. I'm back from Fiji! Feeling refreshed and ready for a new season. We have our league draft coming up, so what better time to give my expert insight and look into who picks what. Check er' out.
A recap of the First round of the playoffs in the ILSA and a call in from Sofa.
Recap of the crazy implications from week 14 in the ISLA. Who wins this next week? It's coming down to the wire.
Literally everyone is 7-6 or 6-7 and each game has insane repercussions. The guy who is #3 seed right now could be out of the playoffs or winning the championship. Haha life is crazy. Enjoy this recap for the ILSA
Check out week 12's recap! What do you think ISLA, do you agree with Ezra Cornell? Do you think that Avarner is ducking the media?
Week 11 Recap and thoughts for the International League of Super Acquaintances. Playoffs are starting to become clear, teams that are on a hot streak and breaking news about Avarners team.
Week 10 Recap for the ILSA. I almost burnt my cornbread casserole, and I made my dog feel bad while yelling. A lot of hot streak teams this week, will it end? Who knows!
Week 9 Recap. Absolute insanity ensued. A crazy, wacky trade that set the league on fire. Plus, dark sadness due to two men-- James Conner and Allen Robinson.
Recap, power rankings, rumors of Week 8 in the ILSA. We're almost halfway through the season and it's getting crazy. Pull up and seat and jump in.
This is the Week 7 recap for the international ILSA. We have a shake up in the rankings, a call in from the leagues FIRST EVER female head coach. Supercam being super-upset.
Check out the breakdown of Week 6 in the ILSA. It seems like we have another controversy from Avarner on our hands. A whole lotta 4-2 and 3-3 in the rankings--this is anyones game. Check out the great call in from Sofa89.
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