When You’re a Winter Spirit/God Who Was Just Trying to Bring Jolly Presents to Children but Suddenly You Got Weakened By Some Assassin Stealing Millions of Teeth and You Had to Turn Into a Giant Pig Because That was Your Earlier Incarnation and Then You Got Killed by Dogs That Were Really Spectral Beings Who Audit Reality but You’re Alive Again Because a Skeleton’s Granddaughter Stopped the Tooth Spell and Bound Your Wounds and NOW They Still Expect You to RAISE THE SUN:


Song: Will To Believe
Artist: Clarence Clarity
Year: 2015
Why it’s Dope: Awesome sounds that are distinct, vivid, and spell-bounding, passionate singing that hooks the listener into this glitchy lair of emotional explosions, a kick-ass chorus that is anthemic and strangely uplifting, and an intriguing song progression that keeps you on your toes.

  • Savannah: You're with Hope?
  • Jaime: And Elena. We're going for cocktails. Well, two of us are. One of us is on a strict diet of mock-tails. Karl's with us, too, but he's promised to follow at twenty paces and sit on the other side of the bar.
  • Savannah: Uh-huh. And I didn't think he could get any more protective.
  • Hope: Neither did I. [Jaime laughs]
  • Jaime: He's setting new records. We wouldn't be going out at all if Hope hadn't threatened to help Elena tie him to a chair.

At this rate, I’m content with the weighting, only the glove at the finger tops has tiny clippings in certain poses, but that doesn’t bothers me at all cause you barely will notice it. Meaning, I can start working on the 0 weight. Yes, it will have slider support, lmao.

Sadly, I have to ditch the throwing magical sai spell.. Cause the ‘impaled’ mesh won’t fade away after time like the ice spike, so it will cause bloat after a long run, and I can’t live with that shit, nobody does. Instead, I will turn it into a bound weapon spell. Yes, you can get the sai’s just as regular weapons or summon them up looking all cool and magical!

Okay,” I finally said. “Can we all agree that this is maybe the most screwed-up situation we’ve ever found ourselves in?”
“Agreed,” they said in unison.
“Awesome.” I gave a little nod. “And do either of you have any idea what we should do about it?”
“Well, we can’t use magic,” Archer said.
“And if we try to leave, we get eaten by Monster Fog,” Jenna added.
“Right. So no plans at all, then?”
Jenna frowned. “Other than rocking in the fetal position for a while?”
“Yeah, I was thinking about taking one of those showers where you huddle in the corner fully clothed and cry,” Archer offered.
I couldn’t help but snort with laughter. “Great. So we’ll all go have our mental breakdowns, and then we’ll somehow get ourselves out of this mess.
—  Spell Bound by Rachel Hawkins