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En este episodio, hablamos de la lesión de Wemby, posibles destinos para Domantas Sabonis, lo espectacular de Curry, el combo de Durant y Segun, y hacemos el controversial ranking de Power Forwards. Únete a la comunidad de Whatsapp de Los NBA Freaks:https;//chat.whatsapp.com/FmSCEFkbeLyGzwnzfpSEFJRedes sociales:Facebook, X, Instagram: @losnbafreaksEmail:losnbafreaks@gmail.com

We'll start the show on a positive note with our biggest winner (3:30), Michael Wilson! He had a huge game, but we can't say the same for our biggest loser Sam Darnold. We also break out the Worryometer (7:10) on Lamar Jackson, Quinshon Judkins, Ladd McConkey and a few others ... News and notes (16:30) with updates on injuries to key players. Then we take an early look at the waiver wire (23:00) and get to more winners (23:55) including Tetairoa McMillan and Deebo Samuel and losers (31:00) including every Chargers player, Joe Flacco and Rome Odunze ... Recapping each game with our Fantasy thoughts (42:00) ... Email us at fantasyfootball@cbsi.com To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Adam Levitan breaks down Week 11 in NFL DFS, as well as discussing why TreVeyon Henderson has the fantasy community in a pickle over the value of rookies, before tackling a bunch of hard-hitting listener questions.Links mentioned in the episode:⁠⁠Levitan's DFS Cash Lineup Review: Week 11Week 11 DFS Tournament ReviewTimestamps:0:00 - Introduction0:27 - TreVeyon Henderson Breaks The Rookie Debate8:15 - Adam's Cash Game Review10:13 - Adam's GPP Review14:26 - Listener QuestionsWant ETR on your team this season? Our 2025 NFL In-Season has you covered with:NFL In-Season content includes:Silva's Matchups ColumnDFS Top PlaysProjections for Every PlayerOwnership Projections for Every SlateWeekly Premium ShowsSubscribe now at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://subscribe.establishtherun.com/nflinseason/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠New Customers Play Free for Your Share of Millions in Prizes with First DepositDownload the DraftKings Daily Fantasy app and enter promo code ETR to play FREE for your share of millions in prizes with your first deposit! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Sign Up Today⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Gambling Problem? Call 1-800-GAMBLER or 877-8-HOPENY/text HOPENY (467369) (NY). Help is available for problem gambling. Call (888) 789-7777 or visit ccpg.org (CT).18+ in most eligible states, but age varies by jurisdiction. Eligibility restrictions apply. Void where prohibited. 1 per new customer. Min. $5 deposit req. 1 single-use $3 ticket rewarded. Ticket rewards are site credits valid for use on eligible DraftKings contests. Ticket rewards expire 14 days (336 hours) after being issued. Terms: www.draftkings.com/promotions. Ends 12/31/2025 at 11:59 PM ET. Sponsored by DK.DFS OPTIMIZER: Sign up for THE SOLVER for access to the software we think fantasy players need to win: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://thesolver.com/?ref=etr⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠WE CAN HELP: Tired of attention-seeking hot takes? Get the highest-quality fantasy football analysis in your inbox, FREE: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://bit.ly/establishtherun⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠SPORTSBOOK OFFERS: We've partnered with several major sportsbook outlets to help supply you with the best offers in the industry and ensure you're maximizing your bankroll from the start: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://establishtherun.com/offers/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠FOLLOW US: Check out our social media channels for FREE fantasy football & DFS videos, analysis, and more: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://linktr.ee/establishtherun

In tonight's bedtime story with Karissa, we're settling in for a gentle autumn tale about Selena, the good witch of Pembridge. As the seasons shift and the air grows cooler, Selena turns her attention to her pantry and the quiet rituals that help her prepare for the months ahead. Snuggle beneath your blankets, breathe deeply, and drift into a peaceful story of warmth, wisdom, and the simple magic of slowing down. Join Sleep Wave Premium ✨ in just two taps! Enjoy 2 bonus episodes a month plus all episodes ad-free and show your support to Karissa. Upgrade via our show page on Apple, or via this link for all other players ➡️ https://sleepwave.supercast.com/ Love the Sleep Wave Podcast? Please hit follow & leave a review ⭐️ How are we doing with Sleep Wave? Click here to let us know

The Game Awards nominees are here! Let's see how many Expedition 33 racked up and who else broke through! On top of that Yoshi P is out here hyping up the next chapter for FFXIV, WoW housing is bumming us out, and Steam Machines are back and made by Valve!

Matt Harmon and John Daigle recap all of Sunday's Week 11 action and provide instant fantasy takeaways. The two place games in three fantasy buckets: Games we care about the most, games we sort of care about and games that could have been an email.(1:00) - Matt's solo SNF recap: Eagles 16, Lions 9(16:00) - Boom and Bust players of Week 8: Josh Allen and Ja'Marr Chase (20:00) - Games we care about most: BUF@TB, CAR@ATL, SEA@LAR(42:00) - Games we sort of care about: KC@DEN, CHI@MIN, GB@NYG, SF@AZ(1:05:00) - Games that could have been an email Subscribe to the Yahoo Fantasy Forecast on your favorite podcast app:

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New @InThisLeaguePod Fantasy Football Podcast with @BogmanSports and @IsItTheWelshFull Week 11 recap!Top Waiver OptionsBig Fantasy Stories coming out of week 11Injury impactand more!Join up to be a member of the army and support your boys to create more and more fantasy Baseball content that not only wins your league but makes you laugh! Redraft ranks, prospect/dynasty ranks, groupme rooms, live podcasts, and more! Find it all at inthisleague.comFollow the guys on Twitter @IsItTheWelsh and @BogmanSports

Tonight we join the Company of the Ring in peering out into the Second Hall of Old Moria to discover what, exactly, is on fire. https://signumuniversity.org/news/annual-fundraising-campaign-2025/ Join us on the Signum University Discord server: https://discord.com/invite/szXMFAv

In which Gandalf opines that they might get out after all, for all the Drums in the Deep. Join us on the Signum University Discord server: https://discord.com/invite/szXMFAv

This evening we will look over the Company's shoulders as the orcs catch up to them in the Second Hall, at the edge of the Bridge of Khazad-dûm. https://signumuniversity.org/news/annual-fundraising-campaign-2025/ Join us on the Signum University Discord server: https://discord.com/invite/szXMFAv

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Our heroes are hurrying through the Pentexagon! Butthole (Ryan LaPlante, @theryanlaplante) spoke with a memory of Cordelia Whey and found the past prism, Quinny (Tyler Hewitt, @Tyler_Hewitt) discovered she was researching breaking contracts and genies, and Juniper (Laura Hamstra, @lauraehamstra) found that Cordelia was making tools to try to prove herself wrong! Can our heroes get through the building before mysterious thieves break in?! Also featuring our awesome DM Tom McGee (@mcgeetd).Enjoying Dumb-Dumbs & Dragons?- Consider supporting the show for as little as $1 a month to get BTS fun, an ad-free feed, and even add your own character to the podcast! (https://dumbdumbdice.com/join)- Buy merch on our website (https://dumbdumbdice.com/)- Follow us on social media: @dumbdumbdice- Watch our video episodes on YouTube (https://youtube.com/@dumbdumbdice) Artwork by the brilliant Del Borovic- Website & Portfolio (https://delborovic.com/), @deltastic on socialsSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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The Ball Boys put the rear in year-end with the ATP and WTA Finals.  Paul is joined by media darling, Brooklyn tennis icon, and co-creator of Talk Hole, Eric Swartau, to break down the final stops on the tour.  We discuss the ASMR of tennis, debate tennis etiquette and that tainted WTA finals ceremony. Plus we cover who came out on top in 2025 between Carlos and Jannik and we have some predictions of who might be retiring and who's taking home some big trophies in 2026.  And we end with a new case in Cross Court, where the new ATP logo is put on trial in the case we're calling “whatever happened to fun.”

ACOFAE Podcast Presents: Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West. ACOFAE doesn't do things casually. When Laura Marie and Jessica Marie like something, they go all in and commit fully to the Fandom. So when Jessica Marie ended up loving Wicked pt1- it was only a matter of time before the broadway show was seen, part 2 songs memorized, and The Book read. The book, which details the life of Elphaba from birth to "death", is a different animal than the musical, and that is made known right away. Mostly politics, religious warring, and two or maybe three beings manipulating key characters, Wicked is source material at its finest. Details abound about the region, Shiz, the child monarch, and how and why the Wizard came to be in Oz. Galinda, Boq, Madam Moorible, Dorothy, the Lion, and more, are all here and they each have their own stories to tell in this hefty 400+ page book that sees Elphaba go from child to sister, student, friend, activist, Big T, Witch, and beyond. "Did she ever come back? Not yet." TW / CW: none to our awareness. For additional TW/CW information for your future reads, head to this site for more: https://triggerwarningdatabase.com/ Spoilers: Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire Mentions: The Wizard of Oz, Animal Farm, Blood and Chocolate, Outlander *Thank you for listening to us! Please subscribe and leave a 5-star review and follow us on Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/acofaepodcast/) at @ACOFAEpodcast and on our TikToks! TikTok: ACOFAELaura : Laura Marie (https://www.tiktok.com/@acofaelaura?) ( https://www.tiktok.com/@acofaelaura) ACOFAEJessica : Jessica Marie (https://www.tiktok.com/@acofaejessica?) (https://www.tiktok.com/@acofaejessica) Instagram: @ACOFAEpodcast (https://www.instagram.com/acofaepodcast/) https://www.instagram.com/acofaepodcast/ @ACOFAELaura (https://www.instagram.com/acofaelaura/) https://www.instagram.com/acofaelaura/

Series premiere! This week we leave The Shire behind to embark on our journey through Middle Earth and the epic fantasy genre!In the spirit of Lord of the Rings, we've divided our miniseries into three parts, and we're starting today with Part 1: The Road to Mordor. And that road begins with, you guessed it, Ray Harryhausen!Peter Jackson's trilogy would not exist without the sword-and-sandals stop-motion action of Harryhausen – so as we voyage towards Mordor, we must first trek the scorching sands of Ancient Greece, where harpies fly, gigantic statues terrorize, and gods try to kill us out of boredom! Oh, and spooky skeletons.Next week, we spend some time with a different type kind of Hobbit in Rankin and Bass's animated THE HOBBIT. Join the conversation on our Discord at https://discord.com/invite/RssDc3brsx and get more Eye of the Duck on our Patreon show, After Hours https://www.patreon.com/EyeoftheDuckPodReferences:Special FeaturesPeter Jackson Commentary TrackPeter Jackson on Ray HarryhausenArt UK Production HistoryRay Harryhausen/Bruce Eder Commentary Track 1992 Criterion ReleaseRay Harryhausen Talks Animating SkeletonsRay Harryhausen UK LaserDisc InterviewRay Harryhausen on Jerky MetalBruce Eder on Jason and the ArgonautsThe New York Times Ray Harryhausen FeatureInfinity Magazine Issue 41 Production HistoryCredits:Eye of the Duck is created, hosted, and produced by Dom Nero and Adam Volerich.This episode was edited by Michael Gaspari.This episode was researched by Parth Marathe.Our logo was designed by Francesca Volerich. You can purchase her work at francescavolerich.com/shopThe "Adam's Blu-Ray Corner" theme was produced by Chase Sterling.Assistant programming and digital production by Nik Long.Follow us on Twitter, Instagram, and Letterboxd or join the conversation at Eye of the Discord.Learn more at eyeoftheduckpod.com Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Brought to you by Xfinity. Be the best at watching sports! Learn more at xfinity.com https://www.xfinity.com/learn/deals/offers?CMP=BAC-33698909-10291409-427339165-61649687&dclid=CjkKEQjwh5vFBhCesp2uk8f87L8BEiQA5meCVNbm_ZZbYT5NF2hI6501Xpx6TWzhOMB-T9LiUhhLZpzw_wcB&gad_source=7 We've made it (mostly) through Week 11 of the NFL season and there are LOADS of things we need to dissect for fantasy football... Well don't worry because fantasy football analysts Ian Hartitz and Dwain McFarland are here to break down it all! From surprise performances to huge busts, we're going game by game to cover it all! The best part? We're doing it IMMEDIATELY after the action wraps up on Sunday Night Football, so that you don't have to wait! ______________________ If you want more of Fantasy Life, check us out at FantasyLife.com, where all our analysis is free, smart, fun, and has won a bunch of awards. We have an awesome free seven-day-a-week fantasy newsletter (which would win awards if they existed, we assure you!): https://www.fantasylife.com/fantasy-newsletter-5 And if you want to go deeper, check out our suite of also-award-winning premium tools at FantasyLife.com/pricing But really we hope you just are enjoying what you clicked on here, and come back for more. We are here to help you win!! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week we dive into Solo Leveling Season 2. We start off a quick play-by-play, Jin-woo's Red Gate, Demon Castle grind, rising heat from the Association, Chae Hae-in catching on, and the Jeju Island shadow-army to round it off, then we argue adaptation choices. Rick's fine with trimming inner monologues and letting visuals carry the pace but Jack pushes back saying that tiny connective scenes like the post-Red Gate interviews, Jinho's dad's motives among other things were cut, muddying why guilds chase Jin-woo. We spar over what characters actually “know” in-anime, when Baek clocks Jin-woo's growth, and how a few 10 to 20 second inserts or stat card bumpers could've fixed a lot without bogging things down. About the anime: Jinwoo steps into the role of the Shadow Monarch while still posing as an E-rank hunter in public. The season follows his push through the Red Gate and the Demon Castle to secure the Elixir, his partnership with Yoo Jinho as they navigate guild requirements, and the growing scrutiny from the Hunters Association as his sudden leaps defy explanation. Cha Hae-In starts to see through the act when he keeps showing up to save raids, pulling him into the S-rank spotlight and making every major guild angle to recruit him. It all builds to the Jeju Island raid, where his shadow army reveals its true scale, new generals are born, and the balance of power in the hunter world tilts hard. Next Week's Pick: "The Ossan Newbie Adventurer Trained To Death By The Most Powerful Party Became Invincible" Have you had the chance to watch Solo Leveling Season 2 or any of our previous selections? We'd love to hear your thoughts and recommendations for future picks! Deals for You: Supporting your anime binge sessions is what we do best! Here are some exclusive deals that'll make your anime-watching experience even better. Crunchyroll Affiliate Offers: Get 15% off your first anime merch order here. Stream your favorite anime with Crunchyroll. Start Your Free Trial TokyoTreat Special: Use code "FEATUREDANIME" for $5 off your first box through this TokyoTreat link. Looking for some podcast merch? We've got you covered: Main Store Alternative Shop Support Our Podcast Love what we do? Support the podcast through Patreon! You can get access to ad-free episodes, bonus content, and more. Support us on Patreon Stay Connected With Us Don't miss out on our latest episodes or discussions! Join us across our social channels and be part of the community: Contact Us Anime List: Check out our anime list on MyAnimeList. Twitch: Watch us live on twitch.tv/featuredanimepodcast Email: info@featuredanimepodcast.com X (Twitter): @ThoseAnimeGuys Facebook: Featured Anime Podcast Discord: Join our Discord Anime Info and Our Ratings: Producers: Aniplex, D&C Media, Kakao Entertainment, Tokyo MX, GYT, GTV, BS11 Studio: A-1 Pictures Source: Manwha Genres: Action, Fantasy, Supernatural Aired: January 2025 to March 2025 Number of Episodes: 13 Our Scores: Jack's Score: 8 / 10 Rick's Score: 9 / 10

Nate and Blake dig deep into the advanced stats on some of the hottest and coldest players over the last couple of weeks, look at some teams significantly over and underperforming at 5v5, and identify a young star in a tough situation.Newsies - 3:45Hot Shots - 11:12Have Nots - 36:40The Environment - 59:40Under the Hood - 1:08:55Head-to-Head Streamer Deathmatch - 1:11:47Join the Apples & Ginos Patron League (APL) waiting list:www.applesandginos.com/apl

Fantasy Baseball Live – November 16, 2025 – 3:00 pmMicrosoft Teams:Segment 1 – Finish up the AL Central Prospects – Out on Wednesday•Kansas City Royals•Minnesota TwinsSegment 2 – News and NotesWhere will they sign?1.Kyle Tucker (OF, CHC, Excel)a.Tim and Rich – both LAD2.Bo Bichette (2B, Tor, VanyerSports)a.Tim – Braves and Rich – Blue Jays3.Cody Bellinger (OF, NYY, Boras)a.Tim – NYY and Rich - Cardinals4.Alex Bregman (3B, Bos, Boras)a.Tim – Tigers and Rich - Phillies 5.Framber Valdez (LHP, Hou, Octagon)a.Tim – Giants and Tim – Red Sox6.Ranger Suarez (LHP, Phi, Boras)a.Tim – Cubs and Rich - Orioles7.Pete Alonso (1B, NYM, Boras)a.Tim – Padres and Rich - Mets8.Kyle Schwarber (DH, Phi, Excel)a.Tim and Rich - Phillies9.Dylan Cease (RHP, SD, Boras)a.Tim – Red Sox and Rich - Cubs10.Munetaka Murakami (3B/1B, NPB, Excel)a.Tim – Mariners and Rich - NYY11.Josh Naylor (1B, Sea, ISE Baseball)a.Tim – Mets and Rich - Angels12.Tatsuya Imai (RHP, NPD, Boras)a.Tim – Blue Jays and Rich - NYYSegment 3 – Fantasy Questions of the NL East – BravesAtlanta Braves1.After 39 drafts in the NFBC, Ronald Acuna's ADP is 9.87 (10th pick). Two knee surgeries in three years, and he stole 9 bases in 95 games in 2025. He's still a great player, but is he worth the 10th overall pick in a draft?a.Tim says no.2.Austin Riley hit 36 home runs in 2022, 37 in 2023. Then, 19 in 2024 and 16 last season. He was hurt, but still played in 102 games in 2025. Over/Under 30 home runs for Austin Riley in 2026? - Overa.The bat speed and exit velocities still appear intact – 92.3 MPH exit velo.b.His ADP is 68 or the fifth round. Does that feel about right or too high, too low?i.Tim - Too low, but you're going to pass and wait on third base.3.I've been down on Ozzie Albies for several years, as I didn't believe in the power. He just doesn't hit the ball hard and gets his home run power through leverage. His speed has fallen now, with just 14 stolen bases (44th percentile in sprint speed).a.2026 stat line – HR, SB, and BA – 17 HR, 13 SB, .245b.His ADP is 158 or 11th round – ninth overall second baseman. Is there value there?4.If you had an early NFBC draft and hold, who would you draft as their closer?a.Joe Jimenez and Grant Holmes5.Give me a sleeper in the organization (minor or majors)a.Hurston WaldrepClose

College fantasy football recap show! Join the Campus2Canton crew Saturday nights as the recap the week 12 action! Massive upsets, surprise performances, don't miss a second of College Fantasy Tonight!

On this week’s drive to work episode the gang talks about the new Frankenstein movie.  New mandela effects are unlocked and once again Dungeon Crawler Carl is brought up. SSDD.  All this and more on your favorite podcast about nothing. This link here folks https://jordanrannells.com/ https://waywardraven.com/ FOLLOW THIS LINK FOR SOME AWESOME FLAGS FROM FLAGS […]

The gang brings you fantasy advice and betting tips for the week 11 NFL slate. You can catch Corner Pub Sports live on Friday nights at 8:15pm (EST) on their Facebook and YouTube pages (@cornerpubsports)

In this episode, Zach sits down with his dad Jim to finally talk Dungeon Crawler Carl! Zach has been tearing through the audiobooks and just wrapped up Book 5, while Jim has been devouring the entire series on his Kindle, and has already reviewed the books elsewhere on the channel. Now it's time to compare notes!How does the audio experience stack up against reading the text?Do Zach's impressions line up with Jim's… or are father and son about to diverge wildly across the dungeon floor?And what makes this series such a joy—whether you're listening or reading?Come hang out with us for a fun, spoiler-lite discussion of Carl, Donut, existential dread, ridiculous death traps, and all the chaotic glory that makes this series one of the funniest and wildest in modern fantasy.If you've read (or listened to!) Dungeon Crawler Carl, jump into the comments and let us know how YOUR experience compares!

 Happy Belated Halloween (I had intended to put out this one at the end of October, and I never hit Publish . . . sorry)!Rish shares an experience from 2024 of attending The Fear Factory, an elaborate haunted house with his aunt and cousins. Spoiler: he makes it out alive.Note: Since this was recorded a year ago, a lot of it is as new to me as it is to you. Funny that senility has an upside.You can download the file by Right-Clicking HERE.You can support me on Patreon by clicking HERE. Logo by Gino "Olfactory of Fear" Moretto.

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The Time Riders: Part 8 A Date With Death. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Into the pit. Domitia was brought through the streets, which were lined with huge crowds watching her somberly. She was attended by at least twenty soldiers, who walked in silence around her. Accompanying them were her former sister Vestals and the Pontifex Maximus, one of the greatest priests in Rome and head of the state religion. It was he who ultimately was in charge of the Virgins, both choosing them and stripping them of their office if the need arose. He walked ahead of her, his face grave. Domitia wore a simple white tunic now, but all other signs of her former life were gone. Her magnificent braids were undone, and her brown hair hung down her back shamefully. The colors she'd been allowed to wear were missing. In times past, disgraced Virgins had been excoriated, possibly just beaten with a rod, but now, in the height of mighty Rome's power, the punishment was death, for endangering the city. But no one was insane enough to spill the blood of a Vestal Virgin, disgraced or not, so her execution was not so direct. She would be sent underground into a small chamber, with a stock of food and supplies, and locked in there until she starved to death, or succumbed to sickness. They weren't killing her, per se; she was merely shunned until she died. Such was the way of Imperial Rome. Her condemnation and pronouncement of her fate had already been declared, at the beginning of this long walk, meant to be a show of penitence before the face of all Rome. And as humiliated and crushed as she was, her foremost thought was about Bonosus, and his magnificent cock. Even now, being led through the streets, her cunt was wet and ached to feel him buried inside her. Before she knew it, they had arrived at their destination, a small area in the north of the city, with a plot dug into the ground. Stopping at its edge, she looked down inside; the walls were lined with wood, probably to prevent a collapse, and there seemed to be a small stool and a cot within. She heard hysterical sobbing from nearby, and turned her head to see her mother, her birth mother, Pompeneia, weeping from behind the barricade of guards and calling out to her. Domitia's heart ached for a moment, but then she turned her gaze back to the den prepared for her. Her fate was sealed. She glanced over to look at her sister Vestals, but they refused to look at her, staring ahead resolutely. She could see tears in dear Silla's eyes, though; she had hurt the Sisterhood badly, and this was how she was to pay for it. So be it. With all the dignity she could muster, Domitia swallowed her fear and stepped forward, turning and climbing down the ladder, descending roughly ten feet until she reached the earthen floor. There were small candles burning on some stone surfaces, allowing for dim light. She looked upward, and the last thing she saw was the face of the Pontifex Maximus looking down at her, his expression unreadable, before a heavy door was slammed down and locked, cutting off all light and all sound from above. She shuddered at the sound, her stomach twisting in knots. She knew that there was no way out. The door would be weighted, and guards set outside for weeks, to prevent anyone from trying to rescue her. Despite her fear, she looked around, noting the small amount of food supplies left for her, and a small, narrow hole dug in one corner where she was to relieve herself. It wouldn't do to have a Vestal Virgin stinking of shit, even a disgraced one, and even in death. The silence was almost terrifying. She slumped into the small chair left for her, shivering and biting her lip as she felt that her cunt was still wet, the sticky lips parting slightly as she spread her legs. Thoughts of Bonosus returned to her, and she couldn't help but reach down beneath her tunic and begin rubbing her fingers over herself. The fear she felt melted away as she tickled her throbbing clit and teased her warm nether lips. Domitia closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. If she was to die in this hateful place, it would be while cumming, thinking of that magnificent cock, spurting inside her one last time; The wall opposite her creaked and opened, the stout wooden boards pulling away. Domitia almost yelped in shock, but she didn't stop playing with herself. She stared in astonishment as a tall blonde woman came inside, carrying a torch. Following her was Nanu, a slave-girl that Domitia would have sworn belonged to her parents. "Well, hello, Domitia," the blonde woman said, smiling at her. "I'm Lady Aurora Horatia, Bonosus' mistress. Are you ready to get out of here?" Domitia nodded, but then paused, reconsidering as her fingers plunged in and out of her molten cunt. "Can you; give me just a moment here?" the former Virgin asked sheepishly. Into the Arena. Mark winced and squinted as the great gate opened, allowing light to flood into the dark tunnel. The grinding and heaving of the gears that moved the iron-reinforced barriers echoed loudly, and his heart pounded in anxiety. He was almost hyperventilating, and he could feel the blood racing through his veins. Maybe taking the adrenalin tab he'd finally found stashed behind a loose brick wasn't such a good idea. And no instructions, either. He reminded himself to punch himself in the face when he saw himself again. Hey, at least he knew he survived. He felt himself shoved roughly out into the arena, looking around in bewilderment as tens of thousands of people all shouted and jeered at him. Part of the huge stadium was cast into shadow because of the giant canvas awning that covered a full third of its seating and the arena in the center. He thought it was called the Velarium, but he wasn't sure. The roaring noise of the crowds hurt his ears, and he felt dizzy. The tab's effects apparently hadn't evened out in him yet. Maybe he should have taken it earlier? Wearing his itchy burlap loincloth, a rope belt, sandals and nothing else, Mark wandered slowly toward the center of the sandy field, his cudgel in hand. The echoing sounds of the crowd were maddening, and he felt almost dizzy. What was the purpose of this damn tab, anyway? Guards approached him. His urge was to run, but where would he go? Trembling, he stood his ground and waited for them. One of them grabbed him roughly and spun him about to face something, shoving him to one knee. Mark gasped, but then looked up and paused. On the other side of the giant stadium, sitting in a shaded box, was a man wearing purple, surrounded by guards and other dignitaries. It had to be the Emperor. The most powerful man in the world. If only he knew which one it was. Maybe he could've gotten an autograph. He chuckled bitterly at his joke, but the guard holding him told him to shut up and slapped him across the back of the head. Mark's eyes snapped open and fury flared through him. He surged to his feet and his shoulder-block knocked the guard backwards, to the astonishment of the audience. The guard and another one nearby drew their weapons and were about to kill him, when trumpets blared from all around the perimeter of the Colosseum. Mark looked around warily, seeing the reaction of the crowds as the two guards withdrew. Drums sounded out now, and more trumpets. He looked over at the emperor, his eyes going wide as he noticed a familiar, stunning blonde woman in a seat next to him and watching Mark with a smirk. Kneeling beside her was Nanu. "Jesus, Becky, there's a million people in Rome; how many did you fuck?" he muttered, scowling. He heard the gates clanking open again and spun to face them, his heart racing again. From the dark tunnel strode a stout, bald man wearing leather armour on his shoulder and a metal-studded skirt, carrying a shield and wielding a small axe. "What is this, fetish night at the Colosseum?" Mark complained loudly as the man began to run toward him. Mark braced himself, watching warily. His earlier anxiety was being replaced by anger, and a desire to either flee or fight. He'd just trust to his adrenalin and hope that his future self knew what the Hell he was doing. The gladiator ran up and swung at Mark, who ducked and came up behind his foe. Before the man could turn, Mark struck him across the back of the head with his cudgel. The man crashed to the ground face-first. The crowd was yelling in outrage and astonishment. Apparently, that wasn't supposed to happen. The man showed no signs of rising, merely stirring feebly and groaning, a huge goose egg rising on the back of his head. Hastily, Mark leaned down and pulled the round wooden shield off the man's arm and pried the axe from his grip. He stood up, trying to control his breathing. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest. He looked around, making sure no one was approaching him from any other direction, but nobody seemed to be forthcoming. Where was his next foe? It dawned on him that he hadn't been expected to last beyond this first fight. They were probably scrambling to figure out what to do next. Doubtless they'd be finding another gladiator to throw at him. He chanced a glance up at Becky, but she sat still, simply watching him. He didn't blame her; she was supposed to have turned on him, after all. He did notice that she was keeping one leg crossed over the other and bouncing her thighs subtly. Maybe the hormones weren't completely out of her system yet. Or it could have just been normal horny Becky. Who knew at this point? A few seconds later, the gates on another section of the concave wall that surrounded him opened slowly, and out strode a tall man, wearing only a loincloth like himself and greaves, but carrying a weighted net in one hand, and a trident in the other. "Trident!" Mark exclaimed to himself, remembering. "That's what those fucking things are called! Now I can; Hey!" Mark had gotten distracted and only barely jumped out of the way of the retiarius, who thrust his trident, trying to skewer his foe. Mark angrily struck at the man's head with his axe, but he raised the haft of the weapon to block and Mark's axe broke on it. The crowd cheered wildly as it saw what happened. Mark stared dumbly at the splintered handle of his weapon, the iron head missing entirely, having spun off to land in the dust several inconvenient feet away. "What the shit?" Mark shouted angrily as he dodged another attack, keeping his shield between himself and his enemy. The trident's tines glanced off the face of his shield, coming perilously close to ripping open his side. "You mean I can't kill anyone? I'm timelocked from killing someone, even if they're trying to kill me?" He dodged again and scrambled for his cudgel, lying next to the first man he'd knocked unconscious. The man he was fighting was quick, though, and lunged in, jamming his weapon forward and trying to impale Mark through his stomach with it. Mark blocked with the shield, shuddering in panic as he felt the tines burst through the wood and punch out the back side, dangerously close to his belly. But the trident was caught now, and now the two men wrestled back and forth desperately, with the retiarius trying to free his weapon and Mark doing everything he could to prevent that exact thing. Suddenly he realized that he was doing exactly the wrong thing, and simply let go of his shield. The gladiator now held his trident awkwardly, weighed down as it was by the shield embedded on it, and with no safe recourse to get it back. He flailed at Mark with the weighted edges of his net, threatening to break smaller bones if he got in too close. Mark dashed for the cudgel again, and this time his opponent couldn't quickly follow him. Mark picked it up and tried putting the man on the defensive, skirting around him, looking for an opening to strike. The man glared at him balefully, swinging the net if Mark got too close. He's not armored and he can't use his weapon; Mark reminded himself. He flung his cudgel at the gladiator's face and surged in while the man was trying to block the unexpected projectile. His trident was weighted down with Mark's shield, so he was using the net frantically to avoid being struck. Mark plowed into the man and took him down to the ground, using his advantage in height and weight. His foe wheezed as he landed hard on his back, beginning to thrash as Mark straddled his chest and pummeled at him. A lucky punch got through and Mark snapped his foe's head to the side with a right across the jaw. He went to sleep. The crowds were shouting again angrily as Mark stood, recovering his stupid club and taking the man's net, since the shield was wrecked, and the trident was no use since he apparently wasn't allowed to kill anyone. How did time lock know, anyway? He bent over, trying to control his breathing and his pulse. His head was spinning again from the anxiety. What the Hell was his future self thinking, leaving that damn tab to use? What sort of advantage and futuristic superpower was panic? You're pumping adrenalin; it makes runners faster, it makes them run longer; it makes people stronger in a crisis; He opened his eyes and stood, turning around and looking at the thousands upon thousands of people who hated him. Fuck those people. He turned and looked at the emperor and held the weighted net in the air, scowling at the sovereign. "That all you got, asshole?" he shouted, feeling himself get angrier and more aggressive with every moment. Becky could barely hear what Mark was yelling over the noise of the crowds, but she shifted somewhat uncomfortably when she felt the mood of the man next to her darken. "So that's how he wants to play it, hmm?" muttered the emperor, resting his cheek against his hand. "Uppity thing, this boy of yours, Lady Horatia." "Oh, he is no longer mine, great emperor; this behavior, reprehensible as it might be, is unknown to me. Please dispose of the upstart as you see fit," Becky replied, knowing better than to be perceived as defending Mark. "You can count on that, my lady;” he replied, nodding absently as he made some vague motion to a signaler. "If you will excuse me, sire, I must depart for a moment," Becky said, trying to not sound urgent. The emperor looked at her quizzically for a moment: "You would miss his doom?" She made a show of blushing: "His life and death mean nothing to me now, but all this excitement has undone me, sire. I must go and relieve myself, because it wouldn't do to piss myself in your presence." "Very well, then," he said, nodding. "But try to be back soon." Becky stood and bowed before exiting the emperor's spectator box, taking Nanu with her, pulling her along by the wrist. "My lady, is now a good time to see to such functions?" asked the Egyptian girl as she followed the blonde woman. "Is Bonosus not in great danger? I thought you meant to rescue him." "I can't rescue him sitting next to that pompous ass, now can I?" Becky hissed as she strode down one of the hallways. "And keep your voice down; I don't want people to know what we're doing." "Sorry, mistress," Nanu replied, blushing. She allowed herself to be dragged along for several seconds before asking her next question. "What are we doing, exactly?" "You'll see soon enough," Becky said grimly, her blue eyes flashing as she pushed through the throngs of people in the hallways that ran around the length of the Colosseum. "I hope you wore your cock-sucking lips today;” The huge man lumbered towards Mark; he was well over half a foot taller than Mark, and a whole lot heavier. Beneath his layer of fat, he was obviously muscular and very strong. He carried a shield in one hand, a wicked sword in the other. His loincloth was made of tough leather, covered in metal studs. His wide belt was also braced with metal. His right arm was protected from shoulder to wrist by a cauldron and gleaming steel plates. On his head was an intimidating helmet, the face mask looking like something out of "Mad Max: Fury Road," with a peaked top that sported what looked like a curved metal blade or sail. It looked like he was wearing a can opener on his head. "Fuck;” Mark whined to himself as he stood his ground, trying to figure out how he was going to keep from getting killed. He held his cudgel and his net, trying to look threatening, but the gorilla coming at him didn't seem to care. He jumped out of the way as the Samnite slashed with his sword. He tried to move in, but was sent flying backwards when the gladiator suddenly slammed the front of his shield into him. Landing on his back, Mark only had a split second to roll out of the way as the point of his foe's sword drove down into the dirt where'd he'd only just been. He kicked at the man's leg, but it held, and he scrambled away, looking to put some distance between them. "Hey, Jason Voorhies!" he called out, waving his club in the air. "Over here, candy-ass!" The gladiator turned his head to look at him while trying to wrench his blade from the hard-packed earth. He finally did so and stood upright, rolling his shoulders and striding forward again. He slashed with his blade, but Mark dodged once again and then threw his net over his foe. The Samnite got caught in it, but didn't go down, trying angrily to remove it. Mark jumped on his back and began hammering away with his stupid little club. The giant staggered about, flailing wildly to dislodge his smaller foe. The jeering from the crowd was punctuated with increasing amounts of laughter at this ridiculous spectacle. Mark hung on for dear life with one arm wrapped around the man, his other hand whacking away at the foe's helmet. But his own net was preventing the blows from being fully effective, despite the metallic ringing of his strikes. Unable to reach the pest on his back or use his weapons, the huge man simply fell backwards, hoping to crush Mark. It wasn't graceful, and it wasn't pretty, but it did stun Mark long enough to stop him from hitting his foe with his cudgel. "Oh fuck;” Mark wheezed as the Samnite rolled off him and struggled to get up while removing the netting. Mark slowly crawled away, shaking his head to stop the world from spinning. The jellied tissue that was once his lungs was on fire, and strained to get oxygen circulating through him. He heard his foe growl in frustration, and then he felt himself getting grabbed by the scruff of the neck and the back of his loincloth before being hauled completely off the ground; The crowd went wild as the gladiator threw Bonosus bodily to the ground, as if trying to crush his bones with the impact. He picked him up again and dashed him to the hard-packed earth, having given up on removing the net. Mark protected himself from the slams as best he could, but it wasn't helping much, given the strength of the man who was mauling him. The fourth time getting slammed to the ground was about Mark's limit, and the world had become nonsense around him; everything sounded like it was being played in drunken slow motion. His vision swam, and he really just wanted to take a damn nap. He shook his head trying to clear it, remembering that Becky had bought him time, so he'd best not waste it getting rag-dolled by this shit stain. While the Samnite was reaching down for him, Mark managed to roll onto his back and kicked up, hard, between the gladiator's legs. His foot found the man's crotch, and while the force of the blow was lessened by the net's interference, his foe still groaned, and his knees bent. Mark kicked again, and then once more, having finally staggered his foe. The man sank to his knees, holding his crotch. Mark couldn't see his face, but he was obviously in a great deal of pain. Mark staggered to his feet, ignoring the crowd's jeers and screams, focusing only on his foe. The gladiator was now protecting his crotch with his hands, so Mark couldn't kick him there, so he slammed the bottom of his foot into the larger man's chest, knocking him on his back, where he lay moaning. Mark stamped on his crotch for good measure. "Stop, dammit!" wailed the man. "Quit kicking me in the cock!" "Fuck you!" Mark spat, scowling. His chest was on fire and his entire body throbbed in pain. "You were trying to kill me, fuckface! Why should I give a shit what you think?" "I'll stop, I'll stop!" the man pleaded, writhing under the net and totally at Mark's mercy. "Just don't wreck my cock, I was gonna fuck tonight!" "Yeah, right," Mark sneered. "Who were you gonna fuck?" Mark spun as he heard an ululating war cry, and his eyes widened as he saw a woman running toward him, carrying a whip in one hand and a sword in the other. Her spiked hair was wet with blue woad paste, and her eyes were mad with battle lust. "Her;” the Samnite indicated. Becky and Nanu were both on their knees, mouths bobbing back and forth on the cocks of the men they had leaning back against the wall, groaning and pumping their hips. Neither of the men could believe their luck; they thought this would be another boring day for measly pay. From up here, they couldn't even see the action down in the arena well. Sulus and Catullus, two former merchant marines, were charged with keeping the Velarium in place during the spectacles. Their extensive experience with canvas sails made them ideal for this tedious but essential work. At least, that's what they were told, despite the thirty asses a day they received proclaiming otherwise. So imagine their good fortune and delight when this patrician woman and her slave-girl happened to wander on up, espy the two men, and offer to suck their cocks, without even charging them anything! Talk about Saturnalia in Quintilis! Nanu moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head of the cock she was sucking on, holding it by the base of the shaft, her eyes closed. This seemed like an odd time to be doing something like this, but Lady Aurora had been quite firm that it was part of the plan. So be it. Besides, that strange little patch her new mistress had affixed to the skin under her arm was making her so horny right now. Kneeling beside the slave, Becky's free hand reached out and took hold of Nanu's, giving it a squeeze. They continued pushing their wet mouths along the lengths of the throbbing shafts, both girls getting wetter and more aroused with each passing moment. Nanu pulled her mouth off the cock for a moment, sucking in air and breathing heavily as she massaged it with her tiny hand. Her face was flushed as she looked over at her new mistress, her eyes glazed with desire. Becky nodded her assent. Nanu stood quickly and lifted the long trails of her garment, exposing her ass and cunt to the man she'd been servicing. She turned around and leaned back against him, squirming her ass against his cock, making him moan loudly. With great need, she grabbed hold of his tool and speared herself down on it, sighing loudly before beginning to wiggle back and forth on him, shivering as he slid in and out of her. Becky rose to her feet soon after, moving around to face Nanu and leaning forward, with her hands on the slave-girl's shoulders and looking into her eyes. The marine got behind Becky and gripped her hips, pushing inside her. Becky moaned into Nanu's mouth as she kissed her, their tongues tangling hungrily while their tits squirmed and rubbed together. The men held tight and fucked the two women as hard as they could, looking to cum as quickly as possible. Hips smacked against asses and moans grew louder. Becky and Nanu now panted through an open-mouthed kiss, their hands groping one another in need. The Egyptian girl pressed back as hard as she could on the cock she was impaled on, while Becky ground in eager circles, yearning for release. Seconds later they were wailing into one another's mouths, shuddering in ecstasy as the men groaned and began pumping cum inside their wanton pussies. Becky and Nanu were relentless, milking the men for all they were worth, until they slumped to the stone floor, almost insensate from the orgasms these strange women had given them. Straddling the marines now, and facing into one another, Becky and Nanu continued kissing and fondling, even as they moved slowly up and down on the rigid poles they'd been fucking. "Umm, mistress;” Nanu said dreamily, lost in Becky's blue eyes. "I know, my love," Becky murmured, giving Nanu many light kisses on the lips, as if she was unable to help herself. "But we must; smooch; get ready to; do our part; smooch; and rescue Mark;” Nanu pulled back from the kiss and looked up in confusion. "Mark?" "Bonosus," Becky corrected herself, waving it off. "I'll explain later. Now help me get ready;” The crowd was howling with laughter as Mark ran around the arena in a panic, chased by the gladiatrix, who cracked her whip at him, screeching for him to get his ass back there so she could kick it. Mark didn't need oppositional defiance disorder to ignore her demands. The tip of that whip was cracking awfully close behind him. The Samnite he'd downed earlier grunted and flopped down again as Mark stamped on his back while running over him. "Don't try to get up, asshole, you promised!" Mark shouted angrily. "If you do, I don't care if she's trying to kill me, I'll come over there and kick you in the balls so hard you'll be spitting them out!" "Okay! Okay!" the man shouted back, lying on his stomach and waiting. "But I hope she catches you and rips your skin off to wear as a cloak!" "Oh, go sit on a Doric column!" Mark grumbled, deking to the left to try to throw her off. At this point, the crowd was chanting something, what he could only Assume Was Her Name "Achilleia! Achilleia!" "What is that, Latin for Psycho Hose-Beast?" Mark complained loudly, noticing that he had not gained any ground on his foe. He only had the stupid cudgel, whereas she had a wicked sword and a goddam whip. He had the distinct impression he couldn't tire her; she had the look of a woman on a murder mission; her eyes were wild with bloodlust, the scream escaping her lips singing of his gory doom. "She's the greatest female gladiator in Rome!" called out the Samnite, still watching from his confines beneath the net. "She's been more than a match for many men who have fought her!" "Singing my praises doesn't get you more cunt than normal, Rullus!" Achilleia snapped, still chasing her quarry. Gods, this slave could run! Pity she had to kill him, he was well-built and had a great ass! She pressed harder, now swiping with her sword, since using her whip slowed her down some. Like most gladiators, she was wearing little armour, only leather greaves, a leather loincloth, an abbreviated leather cuirass that exposed her midriff but held her tits in place, and a leather cauldron and brace on one arm. A steel fillet around her forehead glittered with glass beads, off-setting her wild blue death-hawk hair. She whooped in triumph as the tip of her sword tore open the back of his loincloth and it fell away, leaving Mark completely exposed as he fled for his life. The crowd was laughing hysterically again. "Dammit, I hate freeballing when I'm running!" he shouted angrily, grimacing as his balls slapped around his thighs. "You have no idea how uncomfortable this is!" "Stop running then, coward!" Achilleia taunted, enjoying the view even as she tried to kill him. "I only offer the bliss of death! One red kiss of my blade across your throat, slave, and you; Off!" Done with running, Mark stopped very suddenly and braced himself, hunkering down so that Achilleia plowed into him, completely unprepared. She staggered backward and Mark whirled and grappled onto her, preventing her from using her weapons. The gladiatrix snarled and tried to knee him in the crotch, but he kept his legs judiciously in the way. They tottered and staggered about, vying for control, until they tripped over the Samnite, who was helpless to avoid them. "Oh Fuck!" he wheezed as they landed on him and then rolled off, still tussling. "Welcome to my world, dickface!" Mark shouted back at him, still wrestling with Achilleia, who meant to murder him repeatedly. Out of desperation, and with the effects of the tab still coursing through his blood, he picked her up bodily and threw her to the ground, her sword clattering away. He dropped to his knees instantly, smacking her in the face with his scrotum. "Teabag!" he shouted before whirling around and grappling onto her, trying to subdue her. He hated the thought of punching a woman, but she was trying to eviscerate him, so an exception might be in order. Achilleia was a veteran of the gladiator pits, however, and not so easily dealt with. She recovered and thrashed around, screeching and trying to claw her foe's eyes out. He swatted the whip from her hands before she could strike him with it. Mark found her increasingly difficult to manage, using his weight on top of her body to keep her in place. That plan went south, however, when she wrapped her legs around his waist and began rocking back and forth, until she was on top. They rolled around in the dust while the crowd went insane. Mark had her arms gripped tightly, out to the sides, which forced her body down closer to his. The wild look in her eyes chilled his blood, and she tried to bite his neck repeatedly, to tear his throat out. He countered frantically by using his head to shove hers away from his tender skin, and the result must have looked ridiculous, the two of them pushing and sparring with their heads. "Gurr, let; me; kill; you!" Achilleia hissed, struggling to maintain her balance over her stronger foe. "I'll make it quick, I promise!" "It'll feel good, I promise!" Mark sneered, butting the side of her head to knock it away. "Why would I make this easy for you?" "Gonna; rip you; a new;” Achilleia strained, pushing down harder. She then paused, her eyes going wide with shock. "What; gods, do you have a hard-on?" Mark used the momentary pause to roll her over, her arms pinned beside her head. Achilleia's eyes were still wide as she goggled up at him. Unfortunately, yes, he was hard again. Either he was developing some sort of danger fetish, or the hormones weren't quite as out of his system as he thought. They struggled and thrashed, with the look of shock on Achilleia's face becoming one of irritation, then a weird determination. She wasn't fighting about so much, and she seemed to be pushing with her hips, almost pumping with them. She glared and bit her lip. The roaring of the crowds was slowly abating as they watched the proceedings on the arena floor. What was happening? Seconds ago, the gladiatrix had been trying to kill the slave, now they were; what were they doing? Mark kept her pinned beneath him, and couldn't help but join her in squirming as they glared into one another's eyes. Achilleia was undulating her hips now, her upper body virtually motionless. Mark grimaced at the feel of the toughened leather around her middle grinding on his hard-on. "Dammit;” Achilleia growled. "Let go of my god-rotting hand so I can move my loincloth!" Mark took a chance and let go of one of her hands. It flashed down and pulled aside the leather garment before taking hold of his hard cock and guiding it to her entrance. Without another thought, Mark pushed down, deep inside her. Achilleia wailed loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist again, pulling him in deeper still. The entire Colosseum throng had gone silent as the spectators stared, stunned by what they were witnessing. All that could be heard, echoing through the giant stadium, was Achilleia's cries of pleasure. Was this really happening? "Achilleia? What the Hell?" the Samnite yelled in outrage, his girlfriend getting fucked by Rome's most hated slave mere feet away from him. "Shut up, Rullus, he's fucking huge!" Achilleia shouted back, pumping her hips wildly against Mark. The gladiator did as he was told and simply sulked, turning his head to look elsewhere. The emperor watched out stonily, not at all impressed with the turn of events his grand spectacle for the people had taken. He'd heard of the blasphemy this upstart slave had committed, and this was supposed to be a damnation of a great sin. Now it was another blasphemy. And where the Hell was Lady Aurora? He napped his fingers and one of his servants leaned in close, to see what his master wanted. "Have them all killed;” growled the emperor, determined to save face somehow. Mark thrust harder and harder, while Achilleia yelped and bucked beneath him, holding onto his back and with her legs still wrapped around his back. Nearby, Rullus was resting his helmeted head on his hand and rapping his fingers against the packed earth, trying to look bored. Not difficult for a man tangled inside a net. "Any time, you two;” he grumbled. "Oh, cram it, Linzer-head," Mark spat. "Say one more thing and I'll fuck her ass next!" "Oh!" Achilleia wailed, grinding and thrusting against Mark desperately. "I'm gonna; I ‘ Then she seized up and pushed up with all her strength, clenching her teeth so hard they might have cracked. As Rome watched on in stunned silence, the gladiatrix shrieked to the gods and came, hard. Mark shuddered and groaned, pumping profuse amounts of cum deep inside her clenching cunt. He thrust madly, emptying himself into her. Finally, they were both spent. Achilleia lay still beneath him, her chest rising and falling, skin glistening with sweat. Mark, exhausted, rested his forehead against her shoulder, too tired to defend himself if she tried to kill him now. Fortunately, his death was the farthest thing from her mind. Seconds of silence passed, before the thousands of spectators in the stands erupted into a wave of cheers and catcalls. Mark smiled and chuckled tiredly. "That can't be good;” he mused. "Nope," she agreed, sighing and biting on a knuckle as the last of the orgasm pulsed through her. "After that, they're certainly going to kill us. All of us. It doesn't matter; I would have died in the arena eventually. At least this way, I died with a cock in me and cumming hard." "Don't be so certain about that;” Mark replied, finally looking up and seeing all the gates opening and dozens of legionaries rushing toward them, spears at the ready. "Ah, I don't like this!" Nanu whined as she shimmied out along one of the corbels that held the vast awning in place. She held on like grim death as she edged forward, a small but sharp knife in one hand. "You can do it, my love," Becky said encouragingly, watching from their original position where they'd fucked the two marines. Both men were still snoozing, but she had tied their hands and feet for extra security. She would have done Nanu's job herself, but she was taller and heavier than the Egyptian girl, who stood a much better chance of succeeding than she did without snapping the braces or corbels. "Look straight ahead and ignore the sounds below." So of course, Nanu looked down. "He's fucking!" she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "He's fucking the gladiatrix that's supposed to be killing him! I may kill him! He doesn't need saving, I do!" "Nanu, focus!" Becky insisted. "Get to your position and await my signal." "Yes, mistress;” sighed the slave-girl sullenly. Once in position, Nanu held on tight, trying not to think about the dizzying heights she was suspended from. Everyone seemed like ants far below her. Except for Bonosus and his whore of a gladiator; she could see them very clearly, to the place where she could make out his throbbing cock as it thrust in and out of her unworthy cunt. He had a lot of explaining to do when this was over. The crowd was watching in stunned silence, unable to believe what they were seeing. But then Becky and Nanu heard the gladiatrix wailing as she came. Bonosus' groans of pleasure burned in Nanu's ears, while Becky just rolled her eyes, sighed and tapped her foot impatiently. Thunderous cheers erupted from the crowd; they'd come for blood and been rewarded with live pornography! Nanu was scowling still, when she noticed the gates opening and legionaries pouring out of them, converging on the five figures in the center of the arena. "Mistress;” Nanu said nervously, her anxiety for Bonosus' well-being overcoming her jealousy. "Now, Nanu!" Becky yelled, making sure her slave could hear her. She was already working frantically to cut through the thick ropes in one of the giant pulleys that moved the Velarium into position. Nanu, meanwhile, was sawing at the edge of the rope that held the corbel she was on in place. She gritted her teeth as she watched the steel knife bite through the thick fiber cable until finally it snapped free. The rope whipped about as it unraveled, causing a cascade of loosening canvas across the broad length of the famed awning. Becky, meanwhile, finished cutting through the rope in the giant pulley she'd selected, dodging hastily as it snapped and flailed about before spinning away. The giant canvas sheets comprising the Velarium buckled and gave way, while the corbels and rope masts retracted rapidly. "Mistress!" Nanu keened, holding on like grim death as the corbel she was on, no longer held in place by the giant ropes, snapped back toward the solid stone walls of the Colosseum. "Jump, Nanu!" Becky called out, standing on the edge of the wall and holding her arms out. "I'll catch you! Trust mistress!" Nanu squeezed her eyes shut and jumped; Becky wheezed as she caught the flying girl, tumbling to the floor with her and holding her tight. Nanu was shivering in her grasp, so Becky just held her for a few seconds and caressed her raven hair. The slave-girl looked up at her savior and nodded, so Becky stood them up, listening to the shrieks of panic as the Velarium floated down relentlessly. "Teamwork, Nanu!" she said excitedly as they stood. "Let's see what happens next!" In the Arena. Mark faced one direction warily, while Rullus and Achilleia stood behind him, squaring off against other legionaries who were closing in. The original gladiator and the retiarius were also conscious and now stood with them, brandishing what weapons they could. Mark felt silly sporting only his cudgel, but it seemed dumb to not let the gladiators have the weapons they were trained with. His cock was still hard, and leaking cum from the tip. He saw Achilleia slowly turning her head to look down at it longingly. "Eyes front, Achilleia!" he snapped, not in the mood to die. She returned to glaring balefully at the encroaching soldiers. There must have been a hundred of the legionaries. That was twenty-to-one odds. He decided to not mention that to his enemies-turned-allies, since he wasn't sure if they understood ratios in any event. If their math was as poor as their hygiene, why bother? "When I thought I'd die in the emperor's sight, this isn't how I pictured it," Rullus growled, brandishing his sword. "I hadn't envisioned dying for that cocksucker at all," Achilleia replied, spitting in contempt at the foes in front of her. "Damned if I'm gonna give him the satisfaction of a clean kill. People will remember this day, to his embarrassment!" The legionaries advanced, the circle tightening. They were protected by their large scutum body shields, and their spears pointed threateningly at the little rebel group. Mark wasn't sure what good he would do here, since he was armed with a club smaller than his dick, and he was the only untrained gladiator. But then he noticed rippling movement above, looked up and grinned. The velarium became dislodged from its moorings and like a vast sail or flag, began floating down over the stadium. People noticed, began screeching in panic, and stampeding. "Right on, Becks;” he said with satisfaction as his day began to look up. The emperor looked up, scowling as he saw the giant canvas sheet descending, fluttering menacingly as it enveloped the upper levels of seating. Panic ensued, with people scampering around pell-mell, trying to escape. "I really hate the gods;” he thought darkly as the canvas touched down around him and everything went to shit. Becky, standing on the edge of the wall and looking down over the chaos and mayhem she had caused, with tens of thousands thrown into panic, cackled gaily and clapped her hands before yanking down her top to expose her tits and holding her arms wide and yelling loudly across her kingdom of madness. "Are you not entertained?" she shouted, reveling in her triumph. God, she'd always wanted to use that line. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Mark shouted as he and his new allies raced down the hallway, shooing everyone in front of him. "Faster, if you wanna live!" The legionaries had forgotten all about the little group of rebels once the madness ensued, racing toward the emperor to rescue him. Mark used the opportunity to escape, bringing his former foes with him. He wasn't terribly interested in seeing them die, and they might prove very useful in getting out of here in one piece. Rullus had led them through a small, little-known door in the wall of the arena, one used generally only by pit masters to monitor the proceedings. His titan frame barely fit in it, but he led the way dutifully. "Where are we going?" Achillea asked, happy to be escaping, but at least wanting to know what the plan was. She had her whip and her sword in hand again. "The most convenient, flat and open space you know of beneath the Colosseum," Mark replied, hurrying along behind her. "A place almost no one knows about or uses." "One of the old training spaces," grunted Rullus. "It hasn't been used in years. Follow me!" Their course took them deeper beneath the stadium, through winding halls and narrow corridors and staircases. They finally reached a wide chamber, in the middle of which stood Becky, Nanu and Domitia. The former Vestal and the slave-girl seemed stunned to see the small party approaching, and the gladiators gaped as Lady Aurora and her slave ran into one another's arms, kissing deeply and feverishly, speaking in some unknown tongue. "Right!" Mark said, finally disengaging from Becky's tongue as he looked around, eyes flashing with determination. "I know this is going to sound weird, but I need you all to trust me. We're going to get you out of here, as quickly as we can." "How?" asked the Retiarius, looking about warily. "They'll find us eventually!" "I know, and what I'm going to say will sound like magic, but just run with it, okay?" Mark replied, walking over to the Holmes Field Device, which Becky had been kind enough to retrieve. He wasn't sure how, but she was better with this temporal shit than he was. And they trusted one another by now. "This contraption will get us out of here, but it's not big enough for all of us at once. I'm gonna take Lady Aurora and Domitia first, then come back for a few more, then the last load." Rullus nodded: "You spared my life, and I entrust you with it. Achilleia and I will go last, holding the room if the enemy comes." "Oh, Rullus;” Achilleia sighed, looking up at the hulking gladiator, her expression a dreamy one, before she suddenly scowled and smacked him on the back of his helmeted head. "You romantic asshole." Mark left them to argue while he hustled Becky and Domitia onto the platform, which was already switched on, lights and readings blinking around the surface. Becky swatted Domitia's hand as she tried to touch a dial. "You know where we're going?" he asked, hoping she had a better handle on this than he did. She nodded, smiling. "Leave it to me, Mark. I think you'll like this solution;” The climate was certainly a change from that of Rome, but it was also a pleasant experience in its own right. The city around them, built of red brick, sandy-colored stone, and studded with stately palm trees, reminded Mark of eastern cities in every movie he'd ever seen. Beyond the walls stretched endless expanses of desert, in which the city stood as a shining jewel in a vast sea of scorching sand. He didn't know why Becky knew to park the machine where she did, but he also knew she had figured out how to use his Holmes Field Device on her own, so he wasn't questioning it. Safe from prying eyes, and after two more trips back to the Colosseum to gather the other rebels, Mark now found himself in an ancient temple in the shape of a ziggurat, with priestesses standing in front of them and bowing. Unlike the Vestals, the white garments of these priestesses were delightfully spare, exposing more than it covered. "Lady Aurora Horatia," one of them said humbly. "Your timing is fortuitous, and we gladly accept your offer. Domitia will be given a new life as a priestess of Nanaya, or as she is known in your tongue, Suadela." The priestesses all walked up to Domitia and kissed her, welcoming her into their sisterhood. The former Vestal shed tears, not in sorrow, but because she had a new beginning. Nanaya, as the goddess was known in this far-flung province, was an ancient Sumerian goddess of sensuality and lust. When the Romans had conquered the land, they readily identified her with Suadela, to keep the peace. The priestess smiled at Mark and Becky again. "And for your generous donation of gold, we will take on your four friends here, to guard our temple, as the garrison makes no effort to do so. They are now, in their own way, lifelong servants and devotees of the goddess." The four gladiators beamed proudly. Since serving Nanaya, even as guardians of her temple, meant food, lodging and getting laid by her harlot-priestesses, they were more than amenable to the idea. "Lady Aurora," Domitia intoned, taking Becky's hands in hers and smiling slyly. "Will you consent to Bonosus and yourself being the first to receive my blessings as a priestess of Nanaya?" "I wouldn't have it any other way, my dear;” Becky purred, pulling Domitia into her arms and kissing her deeply. A small villa in Roman Italy; Mark sipped wine from a goblet while Becky lay nearby on a couch, wearing nothing while Nanu sat on a small stool and massaged her feet. The sultry afternoon suited everyone, and they were finally at peace. "Helluva trip, Becks," Mark mused, draining his glass and then pouring more for himself. "You've gotten really good with the Holmes Field Device now. I seriously thought it was me who left the adrenalin tab for my discovery under the Colosseum, but it was actually you." "Sorry to scare you there," Becky sighed, as Nanu worked on her toes individually, sometimes even kissing them as she rubbed oil into them. "I found them in our tab supply, and thought it was our best bet. I just jumped behind a few hours when no one was around and stashed them in that cell for you." "So it wasn't even me coming back from the future to save myself," Mark chuckled. "Here I was so confident that I'd lived, that I couldn't be killed because future-self was looking out for me, but no, it was current you. So I could've been killed at any point, even if time lock kept me from killing anyone else." "It was a little bit messy, but you did survive, and that's what counts." Becky pointed out, caressing one of her tits lazily while enjoying Nanu's exquisite touch. "So what're we gonna do with her?" Mark asked, referencing the Egyptian slave-girl. Nanu had gotten used to her mistress and her manservant speaking in this weird, harsh language, and thought nothing of it anymore; when they needed her, they spoke Latin or her own tongue to her. Becky sighed contentedly and puddled further into the couch. Nanu's foot massages were utter bliss. "I was considering letting her stay here, and simply look after this little villa I bought for me. Whenever we visited, we'd just come back as close to the time we left as possible, but I have no idea if we could guarantee time snarls not getting in the way. So I'm bringing her home with me." Mark raised an eyebrow. "That a good idea? Or even possible?" Becky shrugged. "If she can't be brought with us, the Holmes Field Device won't work, right? So we care for her here. If it does allow it, I'll keep her with me in my house and teach her about her new world. I'll just say she's a foreign student bunking with me." "Literally, I might add." Mark quipped, holding up his goblet and winking. "Oh, you," Becky giggled while Nanu shed her clothes and crawled over Becky, straddling her hips and beginning to squirm their pussies together slowly. "I don't think she's gonna give up on the notion of being my slave-girl any time soon; it seems to make her feel safe. If she asks about you as a slave, I'll say I freed you." "Well, I was pretty enslaved to you for a while there," Mark chuckled. "Funny, I remember being so in love with you while those tabs were in effect, and I remember it fondly. But at this point, I'm just back to feeling like you're my dear friend, and I love you, just not in love any more, ya' know?" Becky sighed and nodded as she placed her hands gently on Nanu's tits and caressed them while undulating beneath the slave-girl. "I know what you mean. Talk about exhilarating, right? We should do that again at some point, just for funsies." "I'm in," Mark agreed, as his cock hardened from watching the two girls make love. He put down his wine, stood up and moved in behind them, kneeling at the bottom of the couch and sinking his cock deep inside Becky, making her moan as he started to slide in and out of her. "And what about our other acquisitions?" he asked, caressing and squeezing Nanu's ass while he fucked his Physics teacher. "Uh, the clothes we'll keep at my place, for future use," she breathed, loving the feel of Nanu's moist cunt on hers while Mark fucked deeply. She felt Nanu shiver and gasp as Mark pulled out of her and pushed into the slave-girl. "And I bought those big amphorae of Falernian wine, there's twenty-six liters in each. We'll bury them where we know nature has never been disturbed back in our time, and then retrieve them. Voila, Roman wine for dinner every night." "I'm gonna have fun explaining that to my parents;” Mark chuckled as he slid back into Becky, making her cry out. Dinner with Family. Dhallyla stared at the liquid in her glass in wonder while her family sat at the table for dinner. It was quite unlike anything she'd ever tasted before. "Mark, what; what did you say this was called again?" she asked. He shrugged as he ate. "It's a Roman-style wine, called Falernian. Lots of people are recreating ancient alcohol recipes now, so I thought we'd give this a shot. Pretty nice, hmm?" "Very strong," his sister Roxy rasped as she put down her wine glass and made a bit of a face. "Very, very strong." "That's why the Romans and Greeks mixed their wine with water," he chuckled. "Some Roman talked about not being able to bring an open flame near wine because it could catch fire. So I mixed it with water, like the instructions said. Sorry if it's still strong." "Where did you get this again?" his father asked. "Ren Faire," he said easily. "All sorts of brewers and people showing off their wine and beer skills these days at them, so I thought I'd give it a shot, ya' know? Bought a couple of bottles." "It's certainly different, but I can grow to like it," his mother mused. "Make sure you get more before we run out." "I can do that," Mark replied cheerfully. Later that night, he was sitting at his desk in his room, surfing for eras to visit during their next adventure, when the door to his room clicked shut. He turned his head to see his sister leaning back against the door, looking at him pointedly. "Something I can do for you, Rox?" he asked plainly, keeping his eyes on his research. "Now that you mention it, yeah," she said, folding her arms and wearing that insufferable smirk of hers. She never stopped reminding him who the elder sibling was. "So I did some looking around online, and there hasn't been a Ren Faire within five hundred miles of us in the last six months." Mark paused in his surfing and slowly turned to look at his sister. "So," she said, walking slowly toward him. "I figure it's about time you told me what the Hell is really going on;” Loose ends, scores to settle, a moral quandaries abound! It's Your Own Fault You Snooped! Mark didn't speak for several seconds, trying his best to not gape at Roxy. She'd always been somewhat suspicious of him when he did just about anything, but the fact that she'd done actual research this time was something new. She had played her hand, and he was cornered. But still, he found himself not sure what to say. "Well, c'mon, you little trouser snake," moving away from the door and sauntering toward him. She could tell she'd caught him dead to rights about something, but now she needed to find out what it was. "Ya' might as well 'fess up, because I somehow doubt you want mom and dad to know what you're up to." The mere thought brought a shiver to Mark and left a cold sweat on his brow. He swallowed, trying not to panic. Roxy had less mercy in a sibling confrontation than Mike Tyson had in the ring. He thought of the number of times she'd beaten his ass for tattling on her when they were younger, and how she'd always get some brutal form of revenge he was unlikely to forget. And he dreaded the thought of how she could screw this up for him. "I'm almost not wanting to find out, at least for a while, because watching your mind flop around in panic is kinda fun," she said, smirking as she stopped in front of him and leaned forward. "But I need to make a decision about whether the 'rents oughta know, so let's speed this up, okay?" She then turned and sat on the edge of his bed, leaning back on her hands, one leg crossed over the other as she looked at him pointedly. "Spill it, little brother." His mind raced. What could he tell her? She'd caught him in a flat-out lie that he had acquired his Falernian wine from a Ren Faire, and had no doubt pieced together that his other recent exotic acquisitions were likewise not from where he'd claimed. So what were her suspicions? She no doubt was assuming, quite reasonably, that he was involved in some illicit activity that

Welcome to On Fire Fantasy! A show all about Points leagues. In this episode, Jacob Dunne breaks down the Jalen Green Rule, Stephon Castle dominance, a Key Sell-High Player, and 5 Must-Adds and Streams. Drop your fantasy questions or lineup dilemmas in the comments — Jacob might feature your question on the next episode! Subscribe for weekly fantasy breakdowns, player insights, and matchup analysis: @OldManSquad Follow Jacob on Twitter: @AintDunneYet Topics Covered: 0:00 – Intro 0:59 – Daily Streamers on X 1:47 – The Jalen Green Rule 5:52 – Stephon Castle = Elite Floor General 6:53 – Dyson Daniels = Sell-High Candidate 9:31 – 5 Must-Adds/Streams 19:17 – Outro Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

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On this episode we started off talking about funny things that happen at funerals and what we'd expect at ours. Next, we reflected on the past week away and some of the reactions to our most recent Because We Feud clips, things we've been made fun of for and more. Later, we reacted to the 'Super Mario Galaxy Movie' trailer and talked about the future of gaming consoles with Valve's most recent announcement, Grammy predictions and our Fantasy label updates, the 'Michael' trailer and much more!   Wicked Radio: Dame: 2KBABY - Old Streets Had: Samara Cyn - vitamins n minerals Tren: Zeke Pujols - Who Can Blame Her? Support us on Patreon: patreon.com/becausewearepodcast , for access to bonus episodes, new exclusive segments from us and full videos of the podcast. Follow us @BecauseWeArePodcast on YouTube, Instagram, Facebook, and TikTok!

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Frankenstein is back — and THIS time, they finally got it right.In this spoiler-lite review, Jim dives into Guillermo del Toro's Frankenstein (2025), a breathtaking, emotionally faithful adaptation that at last captures the heart, tragedy, and thematic power of Mary Shelley's original novel.As a lifelong fan of Frankenstein, Jim went into this film with high hopes… and walked out absolutely thrilled. From the stunning performances (Jacob Elordi deserves ALL the awards), to the dual-perspective storytelling, to the incredible cinematography and emotional depth, this movie delivers everything longtime fans have been waiting for.No spoilers — just honest impressions about what makes this adaptation shine, why it stands above previous attempts, and how del Toro manages to honor one of the most important novels in speculative fiction history.Have you seen it yet?Share your thoughts in the comments!If you enjoy spoiler-lite reviews and in-depth discussions on fantasy, sci-fi, and horror storytelling, be sure to like, subscribe, and ring the notification bell so you never miss a new episode of Fantasy for the Ages.

Jameis Winston est de retour cette semaine, pour notre plus grand bonheur... Ou notre plus grand malheur. Mais puisqu'il s'agit de jouer, pourquoi pas tenter le coup ?A.J. Brown aussi a fait l'actualité cette semaine, en intimant aux mangers fantasy qui le possèdent de se débarrasser de lui. Doit-on l'écouter ?Antoine Ajavon et Alexandre Lauque répondent à cette question et évoquent les cas des joueurs offensifs des Bills, des running backs des Seahawks et de la classe de quarterbacks 2024. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

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TreVeyon Henderson or Breece Hall rest of season? That's our big question as we recap Jets-Patriots (3:00) and we also discuss the relative Fantasy struggles of Drake Maye and a great game from Stefon Diggs ... News and notes (11:30) and One Question for Each Game (19:40)! Start or Sit A.J. Brown? Kyren Williams? Caleb Williams? Michael Wilson? ... Start or Sit for Lions-Eagles (26:40), Bears-Vikings (38:30), Seahawks-Rams (45:45), Packers-Giants (56:05), 49ers-Cardinals (1:04:30) and Panthers-Falcons (1:12:15) ... Email us at fantasyfootball@cbsi.com Fantasy Football Today is available for free on the Audacy app as well as Apple Podcasts, Spotify and wherever else you listen to podcasts Watch FFT on YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://www.youtube.com/fantasyfootballtoday⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Shop our store: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠shop.cbssports.com/fantasy⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  SUBSCRIBE to FFT Dynasty on Apple: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/fantasy-football-today-dynasty/id1696679179⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ FOLLOW FFT Dynasty on Spotify: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://open.spotify.com/show/2aHlmMJw1m8FareKybdNfG?si=8487e2f9611b4438&nd=1⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ SUBSCRIBE to FFT DFS on Apple: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/fantasy-football-today-dfs/id1579415837⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

You've still got time to make the final big move that will put you over the top in your fantasy football league for 2025. On today's show, we will count down our favorite trade targets and the guys we are most interested in trading away. Arrogance is in the air! Plus, we'll review the Thursday night Patriots win over the Jets, and list the fantasy injuries you'll need to track going into Week 11! Guest: Cousin Josh.   NOTES: Sponsor - www.ThursdayBoots.com for an incredible value on boots with the durability of a work boot and the style of a fashion boot, starting at $160 Sponsor - https://pick6.draftkings.com/ code HARRIS to make one $5 pick set and get $50 in bonus picks instantly Sponsor - www.leesa.com code HARRIS for 20% off and an extra $50 discount on a great mattress Follow Cousin Josh - www.instagram.com/DetectiveFisch Follow our show on Bluesky - https://bsky.app/profile/harrisfootball.com Follow on Twitter - @HarrisFootball Become a Person of the Book - https://www.amazon.com/Christopher-Harris/e/B007V3P4KK Watch the YouTube channel - www.youtube.com/harrisfootball Harris Football Yacht Club Dictionary - https://harrisfootball.github.io/dictionary.html Join the Harris Football Subreddit - www.reddit.com/r/HarrisFootball Subscribe To the Yacht Club Premium Podcast - https://harrisfootball.supportingcast.fm/ Play in our Week 11 DraftKings Contest - https://www.draftkings.com/draft/contest/184741720   Josh's Five Trade Deadline Deals: 5. Trade FOR Jaylen Warren for Tee Higgins *or* George Pickens 4. Trade AWAY Michael Pittman for Chris Olave *or* Brian Thomas 3. Trade FOR Patrick Mahomes for Jaylen Waddle and Baker Mayfield 2. Trade AWAY Kimani Vidal and Troy Franklin for George Kittle 1. Trade FOR Nico Collins for Rico Dowdle   Chris's Five Deadline Deals: 5. Trade AWAY Deebo Samuel for Jordan Addison or Quentin Johnston *or* Alvin Kamara 4. Trade FOR Tetairoa McMillan (or Chris Olave) for Michael Pittman *or* a spare okay WR (Troy Franklin?) and David Montgomery 3. Trade FOR Saquon Barkley for Quinshon Judkins and Rome Odunze 2. Trade AWAY Rico Dowdle and George Pickens for James Cook 1. Trade FOR Jaxon Smith-Njigba for Derrick Henry

This week on Page 7, MJ and Jackie are joined by LPOTL, Brighter Side, and HGX2 host Ed Larson fresh from his Crimewave at Sea journey to goss' 'bout Eddie's upcoming stand up shows, and more!  Mr. Fantasy has been announced as one of the performers for the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, causing MJ and Jackie to recall the days of Riverdale Roundup, and Eddie learns about HILARIA and Alec's daughter's skincare book. Kris Jenner had her 70th bday party and it's got everyone talkin' about her new face, the most important news of the year, THE BUTTERBALL REPORT has dropped, Tillamook unleashes Butternaise to ensure no-one ever burns a grilled cheese again, a slightly out of time List, 20 Facts about classic Halloween movies that are equal parts delightfully geeky and 100% truly fascinating, then the BLINDZZZ! Jackie's Snackies starts 'round 1:11:55.350 with MJ's Minute Munchies 'round 1:18:48.453 that runs until 1:23:30.095. All that and more on this week's Page 7!Want even more Page 7? Support us on Patreon! Patreon.com/Page7Podcast Subscribe to SiriusXM Podcasts+ to listen to new episodes of Page 7 ad-free.Start a free trial now on Apple Podcasts or by visiting siriusxm.com/podcastsplus. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

If you’ve been thinking of reading Science Fiction and Fantasy but had no idea where to start, we’re here to help. Our panel of longtime SF/F readers has some suggestions just for you! Jason Snell with Aleen Simms, David J. Loehr, Erika Ensign, Heather Berberet and Sandra Wong.

Week 11 is upon us as is our fantasy preview show for the weekend slate. Justin Boone joins Matt Harmon to breakdown every fantasy angle of Week 11. The two tackle Boone's 6-pack of questions and Harmons' 3 games of the week. The two then end the show with our wildly entertaining ‘hurry up offense' segment.(1:00) - Matt's solo recap of TNF: Patriots 27, Jets 14(24:30) - Justin Boone's 6 pack of fantasy questions for Week 11(1:32:30) - Matt Harmon's 3 'literally no one's games of the week' games(1:46:40) - Hurry Up Offense for Week 11 Subscribe to the Yahoo Fantasy Forecast on your favorite podcast app:

In this episode of Prop Points, The Guru, John Hansen recaps Thursday Night Football and gives his favorite props for this weekends NFL slate. Also, he is joined by Ben Stevens who helps break down week 12 of college football. Later, Jake Tribbey joins to talk his favorite DFS picks. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

En este episodio, hablamos del despido de Nico Harrison en Dallas, qué pasará con Anthony Davis, sus peores movidas y más. Nos vamos a fondo con los Knicks, hacer el primer scouting de Darryn Peterson y mucho más. Únete a la comunidad de Whatsapp de Los NBA Freaks:https;//chat.whatsapp.com/FmSCEFkbeLyGzwnzfpSEFJRedes sociales:Facebook, X, Instagram: @losnbafreaksEmail:losnbafreaks@gmail.com

Fantasy playoff preparation is here. Chad Parsons discusses defensive matchups for playoff-bound fantasy teams. Get 400+ premium podcasts by signing up at www.UTHDynasty.com as a General Manager PLUS subscriber. Also, get access to exclusive shows and deep data dive content from Chad Parsons (and a VIP Chat with the best dynasty owners on the planet) by signing up as an All-Pro at www.Patreon.com/UTH. Thanks for listening, and keep building those dynasties! Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

This week we are listening back to an episode from earlier this year. Eric Newman and Kate Wolf speak with Sarah Schulman about her latest book, The Fantasy and Necessity of Solidarity. With a focus on practical politics, Schulman explores both how we imagine solidarity and what the work of solidarity requires. Rather than a horizontal movement, the book focuses on the ways achieving today's most pressing political goals—from Palestine's self-determination to immigration reform and protecting LBGTQ rights—requires working across various levels of individual privilege and power. With both historical and present day examples, Schulman presents a clear-eyed, long-term vision of a life in activism, laying out stumbling blocks and failures alongside meaningful progress, and the steps it takes to get there.

It was the night of rehearsal for one of the biggest shows in Las Vegas, and dancer Debbie Flores-Narvaez was on the verge of a major performance at the Luxor stage show "Fantasy."  But when Debbie didn't show up for rehearsal, the discovery of her abandoned car was the first clue that soon led investigators to her murderer. Find and watch "Sin City Murders: Vanishing of a Showgirl" on Peacock WE'RE ON YOUTUBE - Want to view the episodes and not just listen?  Check our new video feed to see full video episodes starting today. CLICK HERE TO WATCH AND SUBSCRIBE! LOOKING FOR MORE TCO? On our Patreon feed, you'll find over 400 FULL AD-FREE BONUS episodes to BINGE RIGHT NOW, including our episode-by-episode coverage of popular documentary series like Love Has Won: The Cult of Mother God, LulaRich, and The Curious Case of Natalia Grace; classics like The Jinx, Making A Murderer, and The Staircase; and well-known cases like The Menendez Murders, Casey Anthony: American Murder Mystery, and The Disappearance of Madeleine McCann, and so many more! Episode Sponsors: PrettyLitter - Keep your house smelling fresh and clean! Go to www.PrettyLitter.com/tco to get your first bag for just $14.99 plus a free cat toy!  Zbiotics - Try PreAlcohol before drinking and wake up feeling great the next day. Head to www.ZBiotics.com/TCO and use the code TCO at checkout for 15% off. Everyday Dose - Coffee with benefits! Visit www.everydaydose.com/TCO for  45% off your first subscription order! Miracle Made - Upgrade your sleep with Miracle Made! Go to www.trymiracle.com/TCO and use the code TCO to claim your FREE 3 PIECE TOWEL SET and SAVE over 40% OFF  Cornbread Hemp -  CBD gummies made to help you feel better! Head to www.cornbreadhemp.com/TCO and use code TCO at checkout for 30% off your first order!  Join the TCO Community! Follow True Crime Obsessed on Instagram and TikTok, and join us on Facebook at the True Crime Obsessed Podcast Discussion Group!  AND INTRODUCING THE NEW TCO DISCORD CHANNEL AS WELL!!!

A man notices a strange coin — a quarter in a new suit, dated nearly ten years into the future. After this anomaly, he's haunted by visions of a future in which he murders his wife, and then other objects from the future begin showing up. He becomes desperate as the boundary between his present and that dreadful future starts to blur. | “The Aurora Group” from CBS Radio Mystery Theater | #RetroRadio EP0555CHAPTERS & TIME STAMPS (All Times Approximate)…00:00:00.000 = Show Open00:01:30.028 = CBS Radio Mystery Theater, “The Aurora Group” (February 08, 1977)00:46:48.152 = Barry Craig Confidential Investigator, “Sneak Assassin” (November 21, 1945)01:16:04.513 = Hall of Fantasy, “The Shadow People” (September 21, 1953) ***WD01:40:20.779 = BBC Haunted Tales of the Supernatural, “Listen to the Silence” (August 02, 1980) ***WD02:07:35.094 = The Haunting Hour, “The Uptown Express” (July 21, 1945) ***WD02:34:29.865 = Hermit's Cave, “The House With a Past” (June 27, 1937)02:58:33.912 = Mystery is My Hobby, “Two Hours to Live” (August 13,1947)03:22:55.698 = Sherlock Holmes, “Singular Affair of the Baconian Cipher” (May 27, 1946)03:51:27.946 = Incredible But True, “The Wolf On Bald Mountain” (1950-1951)03:55:06.832 = Inner Sanctum, ‘Death Is a Joker” (May 25, 1941)04:24:59.465 = The Key, “Twenty Years Later” (January 19, 1947) ***WD04:49:48.546 = Show Close(ADU) = Air Date Unknown(LQ) = Low Quality***WD = Remastered, edited, or cleaned up by Weird Darkness to make the episode more listenable. Audio may not be pristine, but it will be better than the original file which may have been unusable or more difficult to hear without editing.Weird Darkness theme by Alibi Music LibraryABOUT WEIRD DARKNESS: Weird Darkness is a true crime and paranormal podcast narrated by professional award-winning voice actor, Darren Marlar. Seven days per week, Weird Darkness focuses on all thing strange and macabre such as haunted locations, unsolved mysteries, true ghost stories, supernatural manifestations, urban legends, unsolved or cold case murders, conspiracy theories, and more. On Thursdays, this scary stories podcast features horror fiction along with the occasional creepypasta. Weird Darkness has been named one of the “Best 20 Storytellers in Podcasting” by Podcast Business Journal. Listeners have described the show as a cross between “Coast to Coast” with Art Bell, “The Twilight Zone” with Rod Serling, “Unsolved Mysteries” with Robert Stack, and “In Search Of” with Leonard Nimoy.= = = = ="I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness." — John 12:46= = = = =WeirdDarkness® is a registered trademark. Copyright ©2025, Weird Darkness.= = = = =#ParanormalRadio #ScienceFiction #OldTimeRadio #OTR #OTRHorror #ClassicRadioShows #HorrorRadioShows #VintageRadioDramas #WeirdDarknessCUSTOM WEBPAGE: https://weirddarkness.com/WDRR0555

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