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Hey everyone, thank you for your interest in my book, this is my first time writing a story. This is my original work and the setting is urban American. My characters are African American, Carribean, and Hispanic descent, so this book may have a different flavor from the more traditional stories on here. Also feel free to comment if there are any slang terms or phrases you don't understand.

Abstain.
Someone abstained!
Caesar stood quietly on the huge platform that was built on a football field.
His opponent made the decision to abstain immediately when he found out that he was going to play against Caesar.
The girls in the audience screamed in excitement. Compared to Golden Lion Pat, who defeated his opponent with his strength, Caesar did not even show his strength. He merely stood there and won without even fighting.
Caesar, just like his nickname, "the Great Emperor", made people surrender the moment they heard his name.
"Caesar! Caesar! Caesar! Caesar..."
Under the sky in the competition venue, the rhythmic screams broke through the clouds. With this uproar, Caesar looked like an emperor.
Xue Tian crossed his legs and said, "Seriously? The fighting competition just started and everyone is already showing their strengths? I wonder if anyone wants to keep a low profile? Isn't it better to hide your strength to win the competition?"
"It's Lin Ling's turn," said Qin Fen. Xue Tian immediately stopped complaining and paid attention to Lin Ling, who was walking into the venue.
She was one of the few female soldiers in this fighting competition. With her perfect figure, the attention she gained was no less than Caesar's.
The crowd who was still screaming became quiet for a while, but there were still many male audiences whistling excitedly.
Lin Ling, as usual, was unconcerned with all these cheers.
Her opponent, a European recruit, nodded his head gently. "Beautiful lady, can I have the honor to treat you to a drink after this battle?"
The venue was surrounded by microphones. His words were heard by everyone, which made a racket again.
With the great unity, European men have the former British gentlemanly demeanor, as well as the former French romance.
A man who had the advantages of various ethnicities was full of charisma when it came to attracting the opposite sex.
"No." Lin Ling rejected firmly. Everyone was stunned.
"Why?"
The European recruit was a bit puzzled. It was not the first time he received a rejection, but it was usually a very polite refusal. This was the first time he encountered such a straightforward refusal.
"You are going to be hospitalized, so you can't drink alcohol."
Lin Ling's expression was as usual. However, in the eyes of others, it came off as another: arrogance, a shivering cold arrogance.
"I will be injured…...?"
The European recruit smiled in disbelief. The bell rang at this moment.
Lin Ling's shadow disappeared on the spot. It felt as if there was a huge firecracker under the concrete floor. Several small pieces of concretes flew with the sound of the explosion.
The European recruit's pupils contracted. The body reacted in a speed that the brain had yet to catch up. He bent like a frightened monkey and jumped backward.
Boom!
Lin Ling kicked the European recruit's belly. The strong force caused him to fly out like a lump of shrimps.
Lin Ling's speed was too fast. Many people were not able to see clearly -- they did not know whether the European recruit took the initiative or if it was Lin Ling's kick that made him bend over.
The recruit fell two feet away and rolled on the ground several times. He curled himself on the ground and spat yellow liquid.
The playful whistles and the cheers stopped at this moment.
No one would ever thought that Lin Ling could cause her opponent to become hospitalized in the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint. That was right. Although there were no broken bones, the internal injury was inevitable.
Yang Lie and Caesar looked at the stadium quietly. Their eyes suddenly lit up. This woman's energy?
Qin Fen's eyebrows frowned subconsciously. This woman is still so strong, and her attack is still unnoticeable as before. No one is able to predict her star-class strength. It is even more difficult to predict when and how she will attack.
"An amazing and beautiful woman." Zeus stared at Lin Ling, who was walking down the stage. "I couldn't predict her attack just now. No! It should be said that I didn't even predict the time she would start the attack."
Yang Lie nodded his head solemnly. This woman may be more dangerous than Qin Fen! She did not hide her attack intentionally just now, her attack was truly invisible.
"Yang Lie." Brooks, who was wearing a military cap, woke up from his sleep, "Is that woman in the first semi-final? Are you able to win and join me in the final? My last opponent wouldn't be this woman right?"
"Brooks." Yang Lie leaned his back on the seat, "You should worry about yourself. The roaring Xue Tian is also in the second semi-final. It is also not easy to deal with Caesar."
"Wow, General Zhao. It seems that Qin Fen was not only the ace for East Asia this time."
In the huge VIP room, Major General Will of the American Military Region looked at Zhao Huzi with a strange look.
The generals from West Asia, Africa, and Europe also looked at Zhao Huzi with amazement. They did not expect that Du Zhanpeng's accidental death to not affect the strength of the East Asian recruits.
"General Will." Zhao Huzi imitated Will's elegance, "I'm sure you have three insurances too, right?"
"Haha..." Will raised his wine glass and smiled calmly, "I thought that the European military region would be the most threatening to our American military region as usual. I didn't expect...haha..."
General Okosa from Europe had a slight anger in his eyes, but he calmed himself down in just two deep breaths.
Okosa slowly evoked a proud smile and gently shook the red wine in his glass, "General Will, you are right. I have always believed that our aerial combat team and mobile armor troops can defeat the American Military Region in this competition. Even though our two teams are no longer able to compete, I am still convinced."
Wilhelgen gently twitched his ears. He was about to laugh. He quickly drank the red wine in his hand to prevent laughing.
"Our team in the European military region is defeated this time." Okosa's voice was calm. He said without resentment and unwillingness, "I can speak with my military's glory that no matter who won this recruit's aerial combat or mobile armor competition. Be it America or Africa or West Asia, none of you deserve it!"
The hands of the generals from the three major military regions stiffened. Okosa continued to say, "The champion for these two competitions is an unqualified recruit called Qin Fen. So, you don't have to taunt our European military region. Because when you meet Qin Fen, you will also be defeated. Of course, you can say that he is not qualified for the competition."
"Ha...ha..." Will sneered, the wine in the glass shook faster.
The two generals from West Asia and Africa silently watched the red wine in their wine glasses.
Will stopped shaking his wine glass. He stared at Okosa admirably. It was unexpected to hear someone say that their skills were not as good as other people.
The two generals from West Asia and Africa put down their wine glasses.
The aerial combat team and mobile armor troops from the European military region withdrew from the competition. Everyone had learned the inside story from different channels.
Will gave a long sigh and looked at Okosa admirably. The fact that this general from Europe admitted it so calmly gave a problem to all the generals from other military regions.
Of course, they could continue the competition by avoiding a fight with Qin Fen and decide the champion for the aerial combat and mobile armor competition.
But then, they would be a joke to Okosa. At that time, Okosa could proudly say that only their European soldiers were not afraid of Qin Fen. Other soldiers from other military regions did not even have the courage to face Qin Fen.
The recruit competition didn't only serve the purpose of learning and exchanging skills, but also to fight for the glory of the military.
Avoiding war? That would be too shameful. There wouldn't be any glory even if they won the championship for a competition. They would only leave the impression that they won because they avoided war.
The general from West Asian and African Military Region, looked at Will with anger. They were forced to challenge Qin Fen privately because of the ridiculous words from this European Military Region.
Will looked up and drank all the red wine in his wine glass. He breathed out a sullen smile and shook his head. No one could imagine the European military region, who had always maintained their reputation, would be so frank in admitting that they were less skillful.
"Since General Okosa said this, then..." Will clenched his fists and looked at Zhao Huzi, who had never spoken. "General Zhao, I wonder if your recruit Qin Fen, is free tonight?"
"Oh?" Zhao Huzi smiled and looked at Will, "What? General Will, don't tell me you want to...?"
"Haha..." Will poured himself another glass of red wine, "The recruit competition serves to promote everyone's progress between the military regions. Since General Okosa gave such high appraisal to this recruit from East Asia, our American military region would also like to exchange skills."
"Of course. That would be great." Zhao Huzi placed his wine glass somewhere, "I am not sure what would General Will want to exchange first?"
"What about..." Will put the wine glass near his lips and smiled, "Mobile armor?"


"Qin Fen had once been abandoned and broken until, one day, he picked up a liquid metal ball that turned his life upside down.
This is the interplanetary era where Classical and Modern Wushu are competing. Classical Wushu enables followers to grow as powerful as dragons and elephants, whereas Modern Wushu enables followers to freeze monsters or even extinguish erupting volcanoes.
Qin Fen steps onto the stage of both Classical and Modern Wushu while belonging to neither. With the exquisite combination of both Classical Wushu and modern technology, he will pave a way to become a legend.
He is one of a kind, a favored son of heaven." -KyleChow_
"He is a youth, a gentleman, and a scholar cultivating in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art. He has the strength of ten dragons and ten elephants, producing clouds with a turn of a hand and rain with the other. This is a story about the clash of passions between neo martial arts and paleo martial arts. This is a story about transcending the apex, about forcefully slaughtering one's way into the legends. This is a story about fading into nirvana, about the prideful of heaven!
In this world, cultivating the paleo martial art known as the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art to the pinnacle allows one to possess the enormous strength of ten dragons and ten elephants! In this world, the Nitrogen Freezing Magic can freeze even a volcano on the verge of eruption! In this world, the Magma Art can instantly melt and vaporize a glacier!
This is a heavy undertaking by Skyscrapper back in 2009! This is a story of affection, of love. This is a story never lacking in friendship. This story, overflowing with heated blood, is certain to cause your own passion to surge!
This is a radiant era where hot-blood, friendship, love, and heroes converge, shine, and interweave upon each other.
Click and fall in love with this legend." -Strivon (Translation of original synopsis)


"Sir," our waiter said in calm and professional tone. "I will have to ask you not to disturb our other guests. May I offer you a complimentary appetizer to go with your meal? Our Chef has prepared a delicious soup for tonight."

The young man held his tongue before demanding rudely, "Be quick about it!" 

"Right away sir," our waiter said before exchanging a look with another waiter who had walked over. The other waiter nodded and turned around to take over, allowing our waiter to return to our table. "My apologies for the disturbance. Have you decided on what you will have to drink?"

Just like that the momentary disturbance passed. Kishan ordered a bottle of French wine and an appetizer before the waiter left again. 

"Well," Kishan began, "I know you like to read but what else do you like to do with your free time?"

"Mmm, when I'm not reading I like to watch K-drama's and variety shows."

"Why K-drama's specifically and not other shows?"

"A good story by definition has to have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Most American tv drives me insane because the goal is to have another season, not actually resolve anything. So they almost never have a decent ending."

"Hmm, I've never thought of it that way."

"Well what do you do besides reading in your spare time?" 

"I haven't had a lot of time to myself because of studying so much. But I have dabbled a bit in writing novels myself." He said calmly as he took a sip of water. 

"Oh, about what?" I raised a curious eyebrow.
 
He laughed a little before saying, "It's probably just better if I show them to you later if you're interested. I might not be able to stop if I get started."

I narrowed my eyes slightly, "Fine, but you better not back out on it later."

He smiled warmly. "I wont."

"I know you just graduated, so did you graduate from a University around here?"

"No actually, I only moved down here a couple weeks ago. Come fall I will be starting to teach at the major University in Baton Rouge."

My eyes widened a little at his statement. "So your closer to Baton Rouge than New Orleans."

He nodded. "I've got a place only 20 min from the school."

I said nothing as I did the math. He had driven an hour to pick me up and then close to another hour down to New Orleans. I could not help but feel a little guilty but it would be to weird to apologize for it. 

"That'll be nice for the commute," I commented instead. "Anyways how old are you? I realized earlier when Ester asked that I don't know."

"I'll be 32 in a few months."

The waiter returned with the wine and appetizer and we ordered our meal. Both the wine and the food where exquisite. Throughout dinner we exchanged short versions of our life stories. 

However, as we were waiting for dessert to arrive, we began to discuss modern novels. Until then we had only discussed topics like classic literature and philosophy. When Kishan asked my favorite modern novel he was surprised to find out it was the latest supernatural detective series. 

"I would have thought it would have been a romance," he said with a slightly raised eye brow. 

"No. I..."

Crash. I was cut off by the sound of breaking glass. I turned to the find the source of the noise. It once again was the next table over. The man had continued his meal silently so I had forgotten about him. It was clear from a glance that he was drunk. 

He sat there looking down at the glass he had just dropped on the floor in a complete daze. A waitress who had just finished delivering drinks to a table quickly went over and stopped the wine from spreading by placing her hand linen over the spill. 

As she started to pick up the large pieces of glass and place them on her drink tray the man looked her over. I turned back towards Kishan intending to continue what I was about to say but I was distracted by what I heard.

"You'rrr not bad." He slurred. "Wanna come to my room later? It'll be fun."

"I'm sorry sir," she said in a very professional tone, "I am already married."

"Che. You'rrr probably lyin like that B****." He was very loud making it hard to ignore him. 

"No sir, see I have a ring." I glanced back over as she was holding out her left hand.

"Che. Jus' bring me another glass then." As she left I was about to look away again when I noticed his gaze directed at me. I felt disgusted by his openly hungry look and promptly looked away. Unfortunately, it did not end there.

"You'rrr pretty," he practically yelled. I refused to look at him. Kishan across from me tensed as he looked in the man's direction. 

"Excuse me sir," I heard a male voice speak but I still refused to turn around as I sipped my drink. "I think you have had enough wine tonight. Perhaps you will feel better after a good nights sleep." I heard the sound of a chair violently being scrapped across the floor.

"Heyyyyy Pretty don' ignore me," the man slurred ignoring the voice. To my surprise Kishan suddenly stood and took a two steps to stand at my side just a little ways away. I looked up to see Kishan had stepped in front of the man who was apparently stumbling towards me. Kishan gripped the man's shoulder steadying him.

"I think it's time for you to leave sir," Kishan's tone was calm but firm. The drunk man squinted looking at Kishan's face for a moment before he violently shook off Kishan's hand. Of course because Kishan had been steadying him he almost fell over. 

"D*** it!" He swore as a waiter, probably the voice from before, caught him. The man brushed off his shoulder disgusted. "Don' dirty my cloths!" 

"Sir," came a deep bass voice from a man who quickly approached. He was a tall African American man and wore a chefs coat that had 'Head Chef' embroidered on the front. He was at least 6 1/2 feet tall and clearly worked out. "I'll have to ask you to stop bothering our other guests." 

I saw the waitress from before stood next to the kitchen doorway watching, along with a couple others. Apparently, she had asked him for help, and it was obvious why. Kishan stepped back behind me and placed a hand on the back of my chair.

The drunk man took an involuntary step back as he looked up at the Chef.

"An' what makes you fffhink I'll listen to you *****." 

My jaw dropped at the mans insult to the Head Chef's heritage. I was impressed with what happened next. Though the Chef stiffened he remained professional as he explained that if the man did not leave on his own hotel security, who was already on the way, would escort him out. 

The man refused and continued to insult the Head Chef, Kishan, everyone. He had the whole restaurant's attention. Less than a minute later hotel security came through the door that connected to the hotel that guests would use. As he was being pulled away he called me several insulting things as well for being with Kishan. 

Overall the incident only took about three minutes but it was impactful. The whole restaurant's ambiance had changed.

"Ahem," the jazz singer cleared his throat into the microphone regaining everyones attention. I had not noticed when they had stopped. 

"Now folks, there's no reason to allow this wonderful evening to be spoiled. The stars are out, the food is delicious and our loved ones are near. Not to mention the killer band." He added with perfect comedic timing, causing the crowd to chuckle. "This next one is my favorite. I hope y'all enjoy."

I am your average American girl from a middle class family. One of the last people you would expect to have an arranged marriage. However thanks to my best friend that was exactly what happened! Not only that he has two young kids! I suddenly became a wife and a mother much sooner than I thought I would. I am not ready for this but since I said I would I'll do my best!

_____

Kishan and Bailey quickly become a married couple because of his family circumstances. Will they be able to find true love in this arranged marriage? 

But life never goes perfectly smooth. They will have to face many trials that come with being a multiracial and multicultural couple living in the southern United States. Love, marriage, and parenthood are not easy. But nothing is impossible if you have found the right person and are both dedicated to making it work.

How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

After looking at it from various angles, Li Du felt that the person who would have an especially strong hatred toward him was the vicious auctioneer.
With a cold look on his face, he walked out of the room. The police had already squeezed their way to the entrance of the corridor from the outside and were currently pushing against Godzilla and his group, who were led by Hans. An old African American policeman shouted in a stern voice, "Move aside, don't hinder us in carrying out our official duties. Otherwise, I will arrest all of you!"
Hans frowned and complained indignantly, "Sorry officer, this d*mn corridor is too narrow. D*mn it, d*mn it, I want to move aside but can't."
The excuse that he had come up with was very tenable. The basement, which looked like a small inn, had been remodeled by the dumpster diving master, whereby both sides of the basement were partitioned into rooms and all that was left was a corridor.
With Hans and his group standing in the corridor, the policemen were unable to force their way in. After all, both Godzilla and Big Quinn had extremely hefty physiques.
The policemen were accompanied by dogs. One of the dogs was a Labrador while the other was a German Shepherd. The Labrador was in front.
As such, the policeman holding onto the labrador pushed his way in and shouted in a stern voice, "If you guys still don't move aside, don't force me to release the dog!"
The Labrador was most likely a sniffer dog. Although sniffer dogs were great at finding things, they were not cut out for attacking.
After seeing Hans and his group block its way, it surprisingly stood up and bowed with both its paws in front!
Seeing this, the stern and tense atmosphere suddenly became lively and the treasure hunters, who were looking at the commotion, started laughing. Godzilla, Big Quinn, and their group started laughing as well.
The old African American policeman glared at the policeman who held the dog and bellowed, "How did you guys usually train Oddo? D*mn it, you b*stard."
"He trained Oddo to ask him for food like that," a policeman promptly told on him.
"Shut up, all of you are dumb b*stards!" The old African American policeman bellowed in a stern voice.
A policeman at the back squeezed over with the German Shepherd. German Shepherds were indeed the representatives of police dogs. After the dog received orders from its keeper, it immediately started barking.
However, they had dogs while Hans and his group had a wolf and ocelot.
Hearing the dog's barks, Ah Ow and Ah Meow forcefully squeezed their way forward before opening their mouths and bellowing, "Awoo!""Meow meow!"
The place suddenly became chaotic and the treasure hunters who were watching the commotion laughed loudly.
The old African American policeman bellowed, "Are you guys going to assault the police? F*ck you, want to assault the police? Stand back, scram to the sides!"
After seeing the policeman reaching for his gun, Hans hurriedly raised both his hands and shouted, "No, no, no! We are very cooperative. Officer, we will move back right now!"
"Scram to the sides!" The African American policeman repeated.
Hans frowned. "We cannot go in, this is a rule of the profession. We are not allowed to enter into storage units that were bought by others. Or else, people would think that we are trying to steal—"
"I don't care. Scram inside!" The African American policeman continued to bellow.
"Boss Fox, briefly explain to the people next to the storage units to temporarily move aside for the policemen to pass through first," Li Du ordered from the back.
Magic Hand, who was far away from the police, assisted him and shouted, "Leonard, let them enter."
A California treasure hunter, who was watching the commotion with his arms folded, replied, "Okay, mate, I will listen to you."
When Hans and his group were about to enter a room, the African American policeman stopped them and said, "Go in one at a time. We need to search you guys."
The policemen brought two sniffer dogs to the front and carried out body searches on everyone.
During Big Quinn's and Godzilla's turn, besides being searched especially meticulously, they still had to take off their shirt to see if they had any track marks.
Of course, there was absolutely nothing on them.
Finally, it was Li Du's turn. A cute labrador, who had been well behaved, suddenly glared at him and barked. "Wuff wuff wuff wuff wuff!"
Ah Ow, who thought that Li Du had abandoned her a while ago and hence, had been ignoring Li Du since his return, became anxious. In the previous day, she had been ignoring Li Du by running away whenever he touched or hugged her and refusing to eat when he fed her.
Now, after seeing a dog wanting to bite Li Du, she became anxious. Wanting to strike at the Labrador, Ah Ow turned and gave a fierce expression, exposing her sharp teeth.
Luckily, Brother Wolf reacted fast. With a swoop, he grabbed hold of her and worked together with Godzilla and Big Quinn to hold her back.
Blocking the police and their dogs was completely different from attacking them. If Ah Ow dared to attack a police dog, the police could shoot her!
Once again, the atmosphere in the basement became dead. A few policemen stared at Li Du with nervous gazes. With their left hands resting on the gun pouch at their waists, they used their right hands to point at Li Du. "Get on the ground and place both of your hands where we can see them!"
Li Du's heart skipped a beat. While following the order and squatting down, Li Du told Brother Wolf, "Keep an eye on Ah Ow, Ah Meow, and Crispy Noodles. Keep an eye on them!"
When a policeman went up to hold Li Du's arms behind his back, Li Du did not resist. However, Brother Wolf darted over and blocked Li Du before speaking in a deep voice, "What are you trying to do?"
Seeing this, a policeman immediately took out his gun. "Get on the ground!"
Li Du stopped Brother Wolf and said, "Listen to the policeman's orders—don't resist!"
Brother Wolf stubbornly blocked him and said, "No arrest warrant, they—"
"We are state drug enforcement policemen," the old African American policeman said in a stern voice. "No need for an arrest warrant—we can arrest suspects at any time!"
Sophie squeezed over and said, "What exactly is going on? If you want to arrest us, we ought to have the right to know what is going on, right?"
The African American policeman violently pushed Brother Wolf away and made him face a wall with both of his hands raised. "We have received a tip that there is someone who is making use of the storage unit auction to carry out drug trades right here in the basement." 
Li Du sneered, "That's a fake tip. Who would be stupid enough—"
"Shut up, I have already told you what you have the right to know. All that's left is for you to cooperate obediently with us," the African American policeman said in a fierce manner.
While Li Du was facing a wall like Brother Wolf, a policeman came up to him and gave him a full body search, during which everything in his pockets was taken out and even his shirt was removed.
Despite that, they did not find anything.
Instead of letting him go, the old African American policeman nodded to one of his subordinates, who then came over and brought Li Du and Brother Wolf out together.
Seeing this, Ah Ow became even angrier. Even with their enormous strength, Godzilla and Big Quinn were unable to hold her down. It was only when Sophie went over to hug her head did she gradually calm down.
With policemen still in the villa, the entrance to the villa was sealed off. After both Li Du and Brother Wolf went out, there were policemen who immediately came over to collect their blood and saliva before sending the samples to a van.
While Li Du was squatting in a corner with Brother Wolf, he accidentally turned his head and saw the auctioneer, who hosted the auction, standing at the stairway coldly looking at the both of them.
When both of their gazes met, Li Du had a perplexed look on his face while the auctioneer slowly started laughing.
He walked over in a relaxed manner and gave a diabolical smile. "How does it feel to be in the hands of the police?"
"Is this your doing?"
The auctioneer gave an innocent look and said, "What? What do you mean my doing?" After which, he nodded his head, "Yes, you guessed right. You framed my cousin and put him in prison. Now, I'm using the same method to return the compliment. Hopefully, you will have a happy time staying in prison."
After looking at Brother Wolf, he laughed again, "Hopefully, your bodyguard will be able to follow you in prison. If not, the few friends that I've found will make your life in prison extremely wonderful."


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

"Oh I'll go first! I like spending time with my friends, I've known them ever since my childhood. I also like watching drama and romance series. Sometimes I watch anime too. I really like strawberry ice cream and ice cream in general." Alissa said. "I don't really have a particular sport I like to engage in, but I    run with Mukendi, Lakela, and Chad. I was born with a weak heart, so running is something I do to make my heart as strong as I can. What about you Reduan?"

"I like playing basketball in my spare time. I'm a basketball player after all." Reduan said. "Besides playing basketball, I like playing games on the game console and sometimes I watch anime too. But I'm more into shounen superpower series. What I like to eat are hamburgers. What about you Bella?" 

"Me? I like spending time with my friends. My favorite dish is cheese spaghetti. Furthermore I watch action, drama and romance series in my spare time as well. I'm not really into anime though." Bella said.

"Anime has different genres so there are also action, drama and romance anime. You should check them out." Reduan said.

"Do you have any recommendations?" Bella asked.

"Sure. I'll send them to you on the phone." Reduan said. "We should watch them together some time."

"O-Oh c-cool..." Bella said taken off guard. "What about you Aslam?" 

"Sometimes I join Reduan in playing basketball." Aslam said. "I also like reading manga and watching anime of almost every genre. Pizza is my favourite food. What about you Kadilu?"

"I like exercising, improving my martial arts skills. I read too, because I like knowing more about the subjects that interest me such as history. In my spare time I watch anime and read manga of almost every genre as well. My favourite meal is rice with pondu." Kadilu said. 

"Pondu? What's that?" Reduan said chuckling.

"Something African for sure." Bella said. 

"Pondu is made from manioc, derived from the leaves of the cassava plant. Pondu leaves are very rich in carbohydrates and are gluten-free. I find it delicious, especially if my mother prepares it." Kadilu said. "Aida, tell us about yourself."

"I like spending time with my friends. In my spare time I also watch drama and romance series, including the anime ones. My favorite dish is Moroccan couscous. I don't really do much concerning sports." Aida said. 

"You'll have to move your body every once in a while." Aslam said. 

"Oh don't mention it." Aida said. "What about you Mariya?"

"I like reading books, going out with friends, reading manga and watching anime. Sometimes I watch anime together with Kadilu. My favorite genres are definitely romance, drama, mystery, school, comedy and slice of life. But I can pretty much watch anything though, if the plot and characters interest me that is. I really like chocolates. Concerning exercise, I regularly do cardios in the dojo of my brother." Mariya said. 

"Can I join your cardio sessions?" Aida asked.

"Sure." Mariya said. "Tell us about yourself, Mukendi."

"I like hanging out with my friends and browsing the internet for amusing videos and stuff. Alissa and I have the same friend group by the way, but I guess you guys already knew. I watch anime too, and I like curry." Mukendi said. "And you Aalt?"

"I like hanging out with friends, playing video games and watching anime. I like pancakes." Aalt said. "Now it's your turn, Natalie." 

"I like hanging out with friends too. Sometimes I play video games with Aalt, though I'm not really into them. I watch anime too. And I like Dutch mini pancakes." Natalie said.

"I love all of you guys!" Alissa said happily. "Today we got to know more about each other. We have become the closest of friends in such a short period of time. Let's all take a picture to capture this beautiful moment!"

"What a great idea!" Aida said.

"Do we really have to take a picture?" Kadilu said.

"Yes we do." Mariya said.

Alissa gave her phone to Miss Wolken.

"You want me to take a picture of all ten of you?" Miss Wolken asked.

"Yes please!" Alissa said. 

The ten were ready for Miss Wolken to take the picture. 

"Okay everyone! I'm about to take the picture!" Miss Wolken said. "Three… two… one."

Miss Wolken took the picture.

Alissa had the brightest smile, and Kadilu had the slightest smile.

Alissa captioned the picture with: 

"✌ & ❤ to the 🌍"

Kieren Freeman, aka Kieren the Game Blogger
Age 14, African-American
Aside from his RPG powers and previously playing in esports, Kieren is the type of student to fall asleep in class (outside of art), but makes good enough grades to pass. He does so by falling back on early tutoring sessions from his late-father at the age of four. He is also a gamer, always keeping a Nintando console in his pocket and creating a gaming blog at the age of nine. He is nerdy enough to not fall into any stereotypes, aside from playing games and wearing glasses.


Bianca Knowles, aka Bianca Know-all
Age 15, African-American
Born in America and growing up in London with strict parents (one born in the UK and the other US), she moved back to America at the age of twelve. Since the sixth grade, her peers have continued to call her "Know-all" not only because of the similarity with her last name, but also her advanced academics. She also fits the stereotype of a science nerd and bookworm, never seen not carrying a book and factually correcting people if they say anything wrong in the slightest.


Anthony Ramirez
Age 18, Hispanic-American
Max's older brother, Anthony is seen as a well-rounded high school senior. What attributes this image is the respect he receives from his peers (even underclassmen) and his role as the hall monitor. Anthony is also very studious, tying with Bianca when it comes to the school's most academic student. The two are members of their school's decathlon and robotics club. In order to keep his image, Anthony constantly showcases skills of leadership and well-roundedness. 


Max Ramirez
Age 14, Hispanic-American
Anthony's younger brother, Max is seen as nothing but a delinquent throughout the majority of his years at school. He is never seen not carrying a longboard attached to his backpack. He is also known to plan and carry out daredevil stunts (for example, rolling down a ramp on the school roof in a Wall-mart cart). Very girl-obsessed, Max is also known to ask out any attractive girl that he sees, an unbroken routine that's lasted as early as middle school. 


Astrid
Age 15, Can Mimic Any Race
Astrid is seen in the real-world as a video game character who has the ability to shape-shift. Her default design is very tribal and humanoid: purple skin, a tail, pointy ears and fangs with tribal clothing. Finding herself in our world, she slowly fits into normal customs by letting go of her predatorily instincts (commonly used as a defense tactic in her world), growing an attraction to Max while staying with the Ramirez brothers, and, ironically, becoming a gamer.


Keziah Freeman
Age 12, African-American
Kieren's younger sister, Keziah is an athletic and studious student. Commonly hanging out with well-known peers in her grade because of these traits, Keziah still takes time to mostly hang out with her best friend named Gums (Gum-Gum for short). Their friendship mostly revolve around their love of J-Pop.


The Professor
Age ???, African-American
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14-year-old Kieren Freeman, aka esports gamer Kieren The Game Blogger, decreases in popularity after losing a championship finale to a noob player. Shortly living the day-to-day life of any high school freshman, Kieren soon receives the ability to summon and wield a katana like an RPG character. This is from the result of investigating un-concluded research from his late-father Professor Jeroham Freeman. Kieren must now protect his friends and family from multi-universal, video game creatures.

"Men and women would put their hair in a hot chemical mixture that would almost burn their scalp, so they could comb it back and make it look more European and silky." Many blacks argue that imitating European standards of beauty and grooming were necessary for blacks to be accepted by nationalities culture, especially by potential masters and employers. For generations hairstyles have reflected the history of American race relations, and the way blacks wore their hair reflected the dominant nationalities culture. African-American hair was straightened, combed, or parted to mimic Western coiffures. In response to the propaganda in black communities to accept the European standards of beauty, the black hair care market expanded. Socially, hair grooming played a significant part in status and identity in tribes. Therefore, it was very important for the head female in each family to be very skilled in creating the appropriate styles and teaching this craft to their daughters. It was considered a big deal to wear your hair neat and groomed, hair worn out loosely was looked upon as someone mentally unstable, filthy, or in mourning. . In the early 1900s, Annie Malone and Madam C.J. Walker started to develop products that targeted the want for straighter hair. Annie Malone sold a "Wonderful Hair Grower" treatment product and promoted the use of the hot comb through her Poro Company. While still far from enjoyable, the electrical hot comb was a gentler alternative to previous heated straightening methods. Starting in 1905, Madam C.J. Walker became a self-made millionaire with her home remedy for hair and scalp issues, the infamous "Walker Method," which combined a heated comb with pomade. In the 1960s and '70s, came the rise of the natural hair movement that encouraged black communities to accept their hair and turn away from damaging products.  
With political activists such as Angela Davis, Huey P. Newton and Jesse Jackson proudly rocking Afros while fighting oppression, the hairstyle quickly emerged as a symbol for black beauty, liberation and pride. Today, black women with nappy hair — that is, natural and chemical-free — are desirable despite the popular discourse to the contrary. The first misconception is that natural hair is "dirty". The second is that natural hair do grow (hence the obsession with hair length, hair extensions and dreadlocks). Many black women and men who wear weaves and relax their hair will explain their choice by either saying that their natural hair is "unmanageable" or that natural hair is "dirty." This is one of the most enduring stereotypes about black hair. During slavery, hair styles and maintenance changed because the identity of the black woman changed. For one thing, on some plantations slave women were not allowed to wear anything but scarves. Some southern states made scarves a requirement for slave women to distinguish them from free black women. Headscarves were associated with low status and destitution. It was an ugly mark of inferiority. But scarves weren't the only way that slave women were made to feel aesthetically inferior. Without access to proper hair care products of the day, many slave women resorted to using toxic substances like kerosene, butter, and animal fat on their fragile strands. No distinctions are made for race or ethnicity, only gender, in that the regulations regarding hair are divided between women and men. But it's not hard to infer that certain sections pertain specifically to black women, since they refer to hairstyles like cornrows, braids, twists and dreadlocks, severely limiting or banning them outright. Now more Black women have been embracing their natural hair textures. Natural hair care lines have been booming. There are products created for all hair types and textures. There is a rise in the black self-love, embracing all physical features that were labeled ugly by non-black culture. Our hair defies gravity and we have to own it and love it. It is a part of who we are and where we came from! Love your natural self, regardless of what others say. Contrary to protective hairstyles, many methods to straighten kinky hair lead to breakage and could result in permanent damage. Hot combs, perms and relaxers all will straighten kinky hair, but can also cause burns. The most potent are relaxer creams that chemically straighten hair. The active agents are usually alkali or ammonium thioglycolate, which can result in serious acid burns, bald patches, scars and infections if improperly used. A famous scene in the Chris Rock documentary "Good Hair"shows an entire soda can being dissolved in a relaxer-based solution.  Men would go to the Barbers to groom themselves and women would go to the salon to get their hair done. However in early 20th century, braided hair and cornrows portrayed low status and was associated with those who lived in rural areas. As the black hair community got stronger women would create hair events to gather black women not to be ashamed and be proud of who they are as their hair shouldn't represent their status and personality. Black hair is beautiful especially when it is in its natural state and this is the idea that a lot of women from the African diaspora are starting to embrace in today's society. The self-hate stereotype stems from the notion, likely popularized by Malcolm X that Black people who straighten their hair have internalized beauty standards that are intrinsically biased towards Eurocentric physical attributes. I still hold onto the memories of those home beauticians wielding that hot comb! As a young girl, I spent many Saturday afternoons screaming the top of my lungs while she tamed my wild, kinky hair with a hot straightening comb. The tears flowed as soon as she spread pomade along my hairline, ears while burying my head in her lap so she could get to the rough edges around the nape of my neck called the "kitchen." "Hold still, girl," she would say as she ran the hot metal comb through my hair. She'd also clean up our napes, and we were always told, "hold your ear!" However much we cringed at the steam rising, or the hiss and pop the hot comb made when it touched our strands, we always left the house looking fresher than a crisp $2 bill. . To test the heat of the comb, many people recommend using a paper towel (not the really cheap thin ones) and holding it against the instrument. If the paper begins to burn, then it's obvious that the comb is waaay too hot. And just as you wouldn't want a scorching hot flat iron on your strands (for your hair and your hand's benefit), you sure don't want a searing hot comb passing through your head, close to your scalp. Not only can it burn your hair, but that can also lead to hair loss. My mother will called this a touch up in between perming my hair. Could not enjoy my pool time with family and  friends because my hair will be ruined after the water hits it. I have not had my hair "dyed, fired, and laid to the side" in years. I wear it naturally or in braids now. Today I can still smell the hot comb on the stove heating up.
Glad to be without perm or hot comb, happy to be nappy.

Previously Tuesday morning at the Next door... "Tell me what's wrong with my husband Dave seems act strange and still eating his snack chocolate candy bars," Drakken? "I tell you that I was taken a test on my lizard by my radioactive Ray gun is malfunctioning and haywire to zap on your husband Mr. Seville yesterday," Mrs. Seville. Her old pal wacky neighborhood Drakken told. "What!? Are sure about that?" "Ha! It's effect turning him into a blob soon, but I can't reverse your husband Mr. Seville back to normal human. I am sorry about little accidentally yesterday." "Oh, boy! Dave, come with me." "More food," Dionne. My beloved husband Dave Seville still eating his chocolate candy bar is near gone. "All right. I will buy you some chocolate candy bars." "Drakken, you're so idiotic to accidentally Dionne's poor husband Mr. Seville turned into a chubby blob?!" His beloved wife Shego seems upsetting at her husband scientist Drakken was standing on the flooring lime tile carpet near his radioactive Ray gun in the laboratory basement. "I know," Honey. 
Meanwhile return back to my pink house... "Mom, Dave seems humongous and obesity now?" My adopted red-clad ten years old CGI animated remake troublemaker son chipmunk Alvin Seville puzzled and pointed out that. "Because our wacky neighborhood Drakken  accidentally to zap your dad Dave turned into a blob monster by his radioactive Ray gun yesterday," Alvin. "Cool! I saw on horror classic movie Blobs ate people like Dave," Mom. "Alvin! Huh?" His adopted human a CGI animated remake African American mental retardation stepmom Dionne Seville yelled his name. "It's empty. Oh! Yummy! I have to eat you," Alvin. My husband Dave Seville thinks his adopted red-clad ten years old CGI animated remake troublemaker son chipmunk Alvin look like a delicious ham. "Mom! He eats me!?" "Look at more chocolate chip cookies boxes," Dave. She gave them to her beloved husband Dave before he might be eating his own son Alvin. "Oh! Yummy! Slurping eating!" "That's close. Not cool," Mom. "Maybe I should building a giant clubhouse for your dad Dave becomes a blob monster soon," Alvin. His adopted human African American mental retardation stepmom Dionne Seville said. "He is my blob dad," Mom. Her adopted red-clad ten years old CGI animated remake troublemaker son chipmunk Alvin Seville seems concerned about this. 
Afternoon outside of my backyard... "Look at the frosting vanilla cake and follow it now," Dave. "Yummy!" "Oh. It's hopeless. He is out of control and become a monster now. Huh?" His beloved African American mental retardation wife Dionne Seville puts him in the giant clubhouse with a steel giant door and lock pad. "Are you okay," Mrs. Seville? Drakken's beloved wife Shego came here from over her house. "Sniffle. Yes. I'm fine. It's hard because of my husband Dave is becoming a cannibal husband blob soon," Mrs. Shego. She stopped to cry recently. "It's okay. I told my idiot husband Drakken not use his dangerous invention that's why he is a scientist to obsessed on his experiments." "Really?" Dave's beloved African American mental retardation wife Dionne Seville suspected. "Of course! I better go back to my house and talk to my idiot husband Drakken," Mrs. Seville. Her neighborhood Mrs. Shego left recently.

My husband Dave been zapped by my wacky neighbor Drakken's new latest invention radioactive ray turned him into a monster blob Dad, but his beloved African American mental retardation wife Dionne Seville and adoption red-clad ten years old CGI animated remake troublemaker son chipmunk Alvin finds a way to cure my poor husband Dave before it's too late.

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