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Cars Tractor Tipping

Klas

**Topic: The Relationship Between Werewolves and Environmental Conservation** Ah, werewolves! Those majestic creatures that shake their furry selves on full moon nights, while humanity suspects that the real global crisis is not global warming, but rather the amount of screams echoing in the forests. If you think saving the planet is a difficult task, try adding a pack of werewolves to the equation and watch the magic happen! It's as if Gaia's army of good decided to use the "Help Thy Neighbor or Get Their Heads Roughly" methodology. Werewolves are, without a doubt, the pinnacle of evolution, if you consider that evolution got so bored that it decided to spice it up with fur, sharp claws and the ability to demand respect while biting the face of the guy who was cutting down the tree. We can compare them to those environmental activists who, after a good cup of organic coffee, put on a "Save the Turtle" t-shirt and think they're ready to face a tractor. The difference? The werewolves will probably snarl at the tractor and, with an immortal attack, transform the machinery into an elegant deer statuette. If you think condominium meetings are unbearable, try to imagine werewolves arguing about paper waste at their full moon celebration rituals. They gather with an intellectual tone, like a group of distinguished philosophers discussing whether Jesus’ sandals were vegan. “Oh, sure, the conscious use of recycled paper is important, but have you ever thought about the environmental impact of tearing a logger’s face off with your own teeth?” A debate of ideas that would make Aristotle cry tears of joy, while the earth trembles in terror. And let’s not forget the nostalgic side of the issue: these creatures are actually the answer you didn’t know you needed to your endangered plant problem. Want to give them a “don’t touch my forest” kind of protection? Is there anything more effective than a werewolf that will make you never look at the forest the same way again – let alone go into it to collect mushrooms? Why bother with all this “#LoveMySpoiledPets” hashtagging when you can just adopt a werewolf and laugh at the ninjas of destruction trying to threaten your pack? In conclusion, the real lesson we can learn from werewolves is that when it comes to the survival of the planet, it’s better to risk a few sharp teeth and an extra dose of anger than to sit on the couch watching a documentary about how turtles are having it harder than a marathon runner in an obstacle course. So the next time you hear a howl in the moonlight, remember: it’s just a werewolf concerned about the environment, wondering where the last tree he loved to mark his territory went! Which, by the way, is a fantastic metaphor for our fight against planetary destruction: that, just like a werewolf, we must be fierce, hairy, and willing to rip the face off anyone who dares to threaten the living Earth!
SuokTV · 1.8K Views

I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator, l can create anything: Be Ware

A/N: I have made a little clarification about the change in his abilities so for those who might want to know more, please re-read chapter 47. ........................................................ Watts is just your average 21-year-old, hustling to make a living in a world that seems to grow harsher by the day. By daylight, he works in the bustling chaos of the airport, hefting heavy luggage for passengers who barely notice him. By night, he trades punches as a kickboxer, channeling his frustrations into the ring. Life isn’t easy, but it’s his, and he’s making it work. Until the day everything changes. Watts wakes up one morning lying in a pool of his own blood on the cold floor of the airport’s luggage room, his mind blank about what happened. Was it an accident? An attack? He has no answers—just a splitting headache and a world turned upside down. Because when he comes to, Watts discovers something unbelievable: he can create anything. Anything. Money, cars, weapons of unimaginable destruction. Galaxies, black holes, entire realities. All at the tips of his fingers. The possibilities are limitless, but so are the dangers. As Watts begins to explore the boundaries of his newfound power, he stumbles upon secrets buried deep within the world—secrets no one was meant to uncover. Now, with his life spiraling into the unknown, Watts is faced with a choice: use his powers to better the world or risk losing himself entirely. But the deeper he delves into his abilities, the more he realizes the price of wielding such power might be more than he’s willing to pay. Dive into Watts' Creation and follow his journey as he unravels the mysteries of his new reality, challenges forces beyond comprehension, and wrestles with the ultimate question: what would you do if you could create… everything
Hanigog_Ronie · 294.1K Views

Away From My Mr Wrong: Finding Love in Unexpected Ways

"HELLO, lady." The man behind the wheel greeted her as he wound down the window.  "Hop in."  Without hesitation, she opened the door of the passenger's seat and got in. Inside his car was warm. The seats were leather and quite comfortable. She didn't think Maguire's nephew could own such a car. Then, she glanced at the man. He was dressed formally in a gray suit and honestly, he didn't look like the nephew figure. But what did she know? Mr Maguire could have a nephew who was even as old as him. This man was also quite handsome. Didn't look like Mr Maguire one bit. "Did Mr Maguire send you?" She asked and he rested his hands on the wheel.  "Pretty, is that the secret code you girls use these days?" The charming man asked with a smirk. "I almost thought I wouldn't find you or anyone in this weather but I guess it's just my luck." He eyed Charlotte with an interest as he adjusted his necktie. The lady asking if he was some unknown man's cousin as a secret code sounded ridiculous but he wasn't going to be picky. He searched the area and ended up here. This was the only girl he found on the streets so he would make do with this. "Well, if you've been searching for me then I can assume you're indeed his cousin." Charlotte replied. "I can't think of another reason why a sane man would come out on such a stormy and late night."  Then, she got a whiff of alcohol coming from him. "Wait, did you drink? Is this safe?"She asked but sighed and shook her head. "You know what, never mind. As long as I get home, I won't complain. The worst that could happen is you spinning off the road and leading us both to our deaths, and lucky for you, I'm not afraid of dying in a stranger'ss car, so shall we?" This man stared at Charlotte with an amused grin and said, "You've got one glib tongue. I like it." He said and she gave out a fake laugh. "Haha, that's nice." Her laugh fell and she looked at him seriously. "Please, drive." "Alright, you're the boss." He turned on the engine. "I'm Wesley, by the way. What's yours? If you tell me, I could give you a tip." "Good sense of humor, haha! It's funny." Charlotte said, but she wasn't laughing. She crossed her arms over her breasts, feeling uncomfortable. She entered the rain just to get in his car and so her body was a little wet. Her white shirt had practically become a see-through attire, and her bra was on display.  "You have one appealing look, Miss. Are you sure you're not going to tell me your name? I'm in a good mood so I'll definitely give you a huge tip." Charlotte closed her eyes. Was he such a joker? Did he want her to play along by all means?  Well, she'd just say anything just to get him to shut up.  "You can't afford it." She said.  "Oh yeah? That's such a brave thing to say to someone driving such a car. Is your name more expensive than this?" 'What does this have to do with his car? I just want him to keep quiet already.' Charlotte thought, feeling irritated. "I don't want to waste my breath calling the amount cause you won't be able to pay for it." "My oh my, if your name is so expensive, I wonder how much your service costs. It must be quite a lot, seeing you were the only one standing under the rain, patiently waiting." 'What is he saying now? It's like some old pickup line you'd see in a magazine. Is he really trying to hit on me?' She stared at him. He looked like a casanova, grinning to himself as he drove through the dark. Fine. She would just call an amount she was sure he would never release and then he would shut up.  "You wanna know so badly? Fine. It's ten thousand. Now, stop asking."  As soon as she said that, the car came to a sudden halt which startled her.  "What? Are you crazy?" She asked. "Was it too much of a shock that you had to stop the car?"  "I can't exactly write while driving, can I?" He said and picked out what looked like a checkbook from inside his coat pocket.  He took a pen as well and filled it.  "What are you doing?" 
Kendra_Aura · 28.5K Views
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