I'd Very Much Like To Be Blessed By The Money Snake

Alex was widely known as a formidable figure—sharp, calculating and seemingly unaffected by the chaos that surrounded them. As the top negotiator for a prominent corporation, Alex's reputation for ruthless efficiency preceded them in every boardroom and back alley they came across. Few dared to cross paths with Alex and even fewer earned their respect.

Maya on the other hand, was a breath of fresh air in the dull city, a vibrant soul with an infectious laugh that could brighten even the dreariest of days. Maya thrived on the thrill of life, navigating through social circles with ease and leaving behind a trail of smiles wherever she went. But beneath her joyful exterior lay a streak of selfishness, an unspoken desire to put her own happiness above all else.

Fate intervened one evening at Lumina's annual gala, where the city's elite gathered. Amid the opulence and chatter, a sudden power outage plunged the grand event into darkness. Panic ensued as guests fumbled in the pitch-black corridors. Alex, unperturbed by the chaos, calmly made their way towards the malfunctioning elevator, seeking refuge from the commotion.

Unbeknownst to Alex, Maya had found herself in the same predicament. Her radiant smile, usually undimmed, faltered in the darkness. As the elevator doors closed, sealing them together in a confined space, Maya's unease was palpable.

"Great," Maya muttered, her voice a mix of frustration and nervousness. "Stuck in an elevator during a blackout. Just perfect."

Alex, standing stoically beside her, barely acknowledged the complaint. Instead, they assessed the situation with a cool efficiency that Maya found both intimidating and intriguing.

"Relax," Alex said, their voice steady. "We'll be out soon enough."

Maya, surprised by the calm assurance, couldn't help but be curious. She glanced at Alex, noticing the determination etched in their expression. Despite their aloof demeanor, there was something compelling about Alex—a hidden depth that piqued Maya's interest.

As minutes stretched into what felt like hours, Alex's composed demeanor remained unwavering. Maya, feeling a sense of admiration mixed with relief, decided to break the tense silence.

"You seem like you've been in situations like this before," Maya remarked, attempting to lighten the mood.

Alex's lips quirked slightly, a hint of amusement softening their stern features. "A few times," they admitted. "It comes with the territory."

Maya grinned, her usual spark returning. "Well, lucky for me, I'm stuck with an expert."

In that unexpected moment of camaraderie, amidst the darkness and uncertainty, a connection sparked between them—a connection that would set the stage for a remarkable journey. A journey that neither of them were ready for.

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I'm currently writing an essay for my English literature class and despite the fact that the only thing I've used is a spell checker, it's being flagged as AI and I have no clue why. Is this normal or should I edit my essay so it's different or do something else?

My dear lord and saviour Cale, I do not deserve to behold your awesomeness. I, a mere mortal, is blessed to look upon thy holy figure whilst you cough up blood. I shall obtain the concrete that your holy blood hath stained and keep it in my family for the rest of time as a priceless heirloom that shall inevitably outlast my existence, just as you shall.

Absolutely sensational.

"Seeing Cale suffer is my guilty pleasure."

No. No it isn't. Why would you feel guilty for witnessing our lord and saviour Cale-nim go though immense suffering to defend the rest of the world(s)? If you didn't see it then nobody would know of his magnificent deeds. Nobody would be able to compose ballads in his honour, craft sculptures or write accounts of his various heroic feats. Nobody would join our glorious religion, Caleism.

Watching Cale-nim suffer isn't a guilty pleasure, it's just a pleasure.

Ah yes, the indescribable urge to fall into a coma for the next six months due to the stress of your five A-level subjects and your EPQ. Such a wonderful feeling.

It's truly tragic that our lord and sheild Cale-nim must share his glorious face with the white thing, only our glorious legend should have such ethereal features.

The thing I hate the most about Part 1 is that I can't insult the White shat's appearance because I would be insulting KRS

Bob #1 appreciation post. We love you Bob #1.

Pineapples. Yum.