I enjoy a good mindless grind in a jrpg every now and then. The characters are cute, and the story is alright. Not a bad way to spend a day, but I really shouldn’t have played this late.
Summary: Just another dream I had about being married and being at my dream job; quite literally.
I had nice life; I had a loving husband, good friends and my dream job. I wrote scripts for a living, asked by many directors to help with their tv shows. I had recently just scored a deal with a producer, starting my own show. It had been six months since I started, my nights writing the scripts months in advance, my days spent watching actors turn my words into drama. Sometimes I would be allowed to intervene but most of the time, I sat in a corner, tears in my eyes when I realized that it wasn’t a dream. Today was like any other day, a routine run through and hopefully some shooting as the night came. I practically lived in the studio, the shooting running long into the night and the writing in my personal office that was spent through the morning.
My husband decided to come visit the set for the first time, his hobbies, career and my obsession keeping us apart. I stood in the doorway as the actors and crew came in from their homes, my night spent on my computer. Then he was there, tall and tanned, smiling down at me. I ran to him and he embraced me lovingly.
“Hey,” he whispered into my hair. “Hi,” I whispered back, forgetting his touch for some many lonely nights. He kissed the top of my head. He held me at arm's length, looking around the carpet padded hallway. “So this…” he started. “This place is big…” he joked and I smiled to him. “Shut up. I’ll give you the tour.”
I quickly showed him the large set, my heart racing as I kept remembering that this was all mine. We arrived to the wide garage doors that let light spill in from the outside as the crew set up audio and everything.
“Hey!” tired a familiar voice and my husband and I turned to see Jerain, one of my best friends, and thanks to my persuasion, an actor on the show. He and my husband wrapped each other in a bear hug for a long moment before releasing. “Haven’t seen you in.. months!” My husband cried and Jerain nodded, a big smile on his face. “I didn't know you were coming. All I get to see every day is this mole, who sleeps on the set whenever she needs a wink.” Jerkin laughed and my husband pulled me to the side. “Well, with me being an architect, she thought I didn’t make enough money. Everyone else would beg to differ, but she insisted on making her hobby a career.”
“Yeah, well,” Jerain said, shifting his duffle bag that he had slung over his shoulder. “It’s thanks to her that all of us here have jobs.” I smiled, looking over my palace once more. “Say,” Jerain said, clasping my husband's shoulder. “I was just gonna go workout a little bit, play some basketball. Wanna join?” My husband grinned, probably remembering his favorite past time with our friends. “Course!” he cried before turning back to me. “If that’s alright with you.”
I nod. “Yeah, course. I gotta catch up on some episodes anyway.” He smiled down at me before kissing the top of my head and running off with Jerain. I stumbled over my set to my little office and crashed onto my couch, my introverted self emerging. I pulled my computer towards me as the phone dinged with a message.
I felt for my phone in my back pocket and pulled it out, but the screen was empty. Odd. I thought to myself. Then it dinged again. I looked up from behind my computer and looked at my desk. There lay my personal phone, the one I texted Jerain and my husband on. I quickly got up, thinking I’m not surprised he’s hurt himself already. I looked down at it and it read a number unknown. The message said ‘Stop the show now, or you’ll find a surprise. It ends today. This show will not go on.’
I laughed out loud, probably one of my friends pranking me on their spouses phone. I did not reply but soon after I sat back down, another text popped up, linking to my computer. ‘Call it off today. Now, this instant. I’m watching you.’
Slightly creeped out, I got up and crept over to the door and opened it up, looking out to see if someone was pranking me. No one out there but the crew, doing their usual duties, I went back when the phone started ringing, the number calling me. I picked it up, through my suspicions out of my mind. “Hello?” I asked, but my voice only rang back to me. It sounded like the voice when I had a call dropped, but It sounded my distant, slightly muffled. “Hello?” I asked again.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I could hear it through the phone, the knock louder than my voice. Logically, there was only one explanation: someone that was calling me was on the other side of that door. This person threatening me was on the other side of the door, listening, watching me.
I hung up the phone and place it on the table. I looked around the room in panic, trying to find an escape route. My window, blinds down would be my way out, my room only on the first level. Trying to make no sound, I opened the blinds and the window, pulling out the screen. The door was knocked upon again and I was already out the window when it crashed down. I was out onto the blacktop when I ran into a crew member.
“Hey, you alright miss?” The crew member asks, putting his hand out to clasp my shoulder. I nod and point back to my window. “Please, help me. Someone is after me.” I cry and the man looks behind me, and I turn as well, both of us looking back to see a person with a gun pointed at us. The man smiled. “Come on, I know a prop when I see one. I practically live with them, good prank though-“ Suddenly, a shot rings out and the man helping me falls to the ground, blood spurting from his chest. I scream, hoping someone will come and help me, but no one moves from their positions, all thinking it was another prank pulled by some of the actors.
“Help me!” I scream, some people turning, but they turn back, ignoring me. “Please, somebody help me!” I turn to see the man with the gun is gone and I start to run. Fast. I pound through the doors and into the set room, heading towards the gym. If the security guards won’t even believe me, maybe my husband will. So I run, faster than I’ve ever ran before, hearing pounding footsteps behind me. I do not turn, knowing it’ll slow down my pace, so I kept pushing.
Until I fall. When I fall, I know I’m dead already because the man is looking down on me, gun pointed at my face. “Why didn’t you just stop?” He asked and I cry, because life for me had changed, now it was falling apart. I had my paradise, but all good things must come to an end I supposed.
“Please,” I beg him because I am not below begging for my own life. “Please don’t kill me.” But he shoots, right into my right side, ripping apart my flesh, tearing into my appendix, hitting vital organs as the bullet crawls through me and my body starts to poison itself. I cry out, the bullet hitting the ground below me, a bloody mess of metal and gore. The man runs then, away from me, dropping the gun as he goes. I turn to see the door to the gym just a couple feet away, so I grab onto the wall, bracing myself, gritting my teeth against the pain. Blood spurted from the hole gaping from my body and I can feel warm blood run down my back and onto my leg. I quick get to the door, turning the knob, because God damn, if I lived as a writer, I’m going to die like I wrote it, die in the arms of the love of my life. So I whip open the door and see my husband smiling as Jerain takes the ball from him and shoots it in the basket, the men laughing as my husband grabs the ball, running to the other end of the court.
He shoots for the basket but it misses, nobody grabbing it as he and Jerain rush over to me, seeing the bloody sight.
“What happened?” My husband cried running over to me as I fall, my legs unable to keep myself up. Jerain is behind him as my husband falls to his knees and pulls my head onto his lap, Jerain looking over my wound. “Who did this?” Jerain cried and I shook my head. “I don’t know. He told me to stop writing, to stop production. I thought it was a joke so I played it off but next thing I knew he had a gun on me.” I looked up at my husband who seemed to be holding it together by the skin of his teeth. “He already killed another crewman. Jerain.” I looked down at him. “It’s not safe. You need to go, at least into hiding until you know youre safe. Take him with you, Jerain. I don’t know if he’s in danger or not.”
“What?” my husband asks. “Where are you going?” I tried to smile at him, but it failed, never making it past my teeth. “I love you. “ I told him with my last breath. He shook his head down at me.
“We’ll just get you to a hospital. That’s all, it’s not that bad, right, Jerain?” He looked at my friend who was looking at my glassy eyes. “Right, Jerain?” My husband persisted but Jerain dropped his eyes to his bloodied hands then back to my husband, his jaw clenched. Jerain shook his head. I was long gone.
What's you're take on post-nerf Azir? I'm really just not feeling it after that patch.
uhhhhhhhh i don't even know what got nerfed honestly
i'm sure if you can play him to his full potential he'll still be good just because of his utility but yeah, he's a really high skill cap champion. i played against one earlier and he didn't really do anything but i think xerath is just a really hard matchup for him to deal with
