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The Nation of Mystery Chapter 2
The Galley known as the Swift Maiden swifty cut through the waves of the Great Sea. Its three massive sails billowing with the southern winds that took it back to New Trisos. It was was the flagship of the Madrilian Fleet stationed in Pinowa, so it only made sense for General Diego Legazpi to use it as his unofficial command center on the return trip from the island of Aterb.
He hunched down on his desk, frowning deeply as he started to write down his reports of the recent campaign. He didn't bother glancing up from the paper as the other pens and papers started to slide off his desk. Instead he only reached out only to grab the bottle of ink which nearly tipped over as the ship tilted from the waves and placed it on them as a paper weight
He wrinkled his face in annoyance as he wiped sweat from his bros and continued to work on his reports. Diego sighed and rubbed his eye together. Each word that came out from his pen fanned the frustration burning inside of him. Judging by the loud t
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Nation of Mystery Chapter 1
Juan Sevilla leaned forward on the deck rail of the ferry. He tried to peer around the horizon for any sign of land. Despite the morning mist that crept over the water like a bride's veil, he was able to make out the silhouettes of the white rock cliffs of the Bravatinian coast.
He turned his gaze down towards his suitcase to make sure that the briefcase that contained his entire life savings and other personal effects was still at his side.
A gust of cold wind caused him to pull his frock coat tighter. He wished that he had brought his woolen greatcoat with him, but that was probably still sitting on his bed back in New Trisos. Juan knew the northern kingdom would be colder than the tropical town he grew up in, but not this cold. But such was the cost when the harbor was an hour carriage ride and you overslept.
Juan let out a few brisk breaths, seeing a white cloud blow out of his lips caused him to tug at his coat. He failed to notice another passenger making his way towards him.
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Review: Peters Sister

So Family Guy really wants to rip something off, could they at least rip off something good. Or at least try and make it better. This is Family Guy’s equivalent to the Spongebob episode A Breath of Fresh Squidward where a character who's spent years harassing, bothering and abusing the people around him finally gets karma for all his actions. And like Spongebob, it falls in the same issue, that just because one person is the protagonist he has to be unequivocally in the right no matter how awful they behave.
The plot of this episode is that Peter’s sister Karen comes over for Thanksgiving and ends up embarrassing and bullying Peter throughout the event until he challenges her to a wrestling match. Wait a second, that actually sounds like a pretty enjoyable episode. If the writer played their cards right then this could have been an incredibly satisfying episode, but instead, they decide to force Peter sympathy down our throats.
First of
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Game of Thrones Rant
HBO's Game of Thrones has become one of the most well known and beloved TV series in the world with a good reputation that I believe it has earned. It's managed to adopt an intricate book series with a complex story, countless dynamic characters and an expansive universe in a seven-season TV series.
However, are there things to hate about it? Yes, even the best shows make mistakes. Did they mess up a story? (*cough* Dorne *cough*) Did they cut out good characters? (Arianna Martell, Barristan Selmy and basically every other Northern House outside of the Boltons, Starks, and Mormonts.) and if I wanted to I could have made an entire list of nitpicks I had with the show, but instead, I want to focus on what I think is the shows worst sin. That is, the terrible portrayal of the Baratheon brothers Stannis and Renly, and to a lesser extent Loras Tyrell.
Now I’m sure some of you are wondering why this is such a big deal for me, I mean compared to other changes like Dorne, a character lik
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5 reasons Young Sheldon is better than TBBT
A few weeks ago I started watching Young Sheldon. Even though the Big Bang Theory has been going downhill for a while I decided to give the show chance. When I first started I wasn't really expecting much out from it, from the trailers it honestly just felt like it was trying to milk TBBT and Sheldon’s popularity.
But when I got through a couple episodes I was pleasantly surprised to see that it wasn't as bad as I thought, actually it was pretty good in my opinion and improved on a lot of the problems its predecessor suffers from. So there are the 5 main reasons why Young Sheldon is better than the Big Bang Theory.
5, No laugh-track

Ya, I really don't think I need to expound too much on this. If you watched the Big Bang Theory,  you’d know that there's this really annoying laugh-track it uses. It's because they seem to use it every few seconds when the characters do anything really. And I'm not sure if this is something other people are bothered by, but sometim
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A Normal Girl and New Looks.
Fred Luckpuig frowned as he stared at the dark haired girl stomping unhappily on the ground in front of him. He slowly gathered his courage as he stepped forward and tapped her on the shoulder. “Uh, hey Brains you seem a little upset.”
The girl known as Brains whirled around and looked at Fred with a glare so fierce it might have melted ice. It caused Fred to shrink back fearfully. “Really now? What could possibly have given it away.”
“I’m sorry for asking.” He held his hands up defensively. It had only been four days since they had met and it seemed that each time he opened his mouth, Brains was ready to rip his head clean off its shoulders. “It’s just, as far as I can see we’re gonna be stuck together, maybe we can at least watch each other's back.”
Slowly, Brain’s anger started to dissipate. She relaxed her shoulders and sighed sadly. “You’re right, I’m sorry Fred.” Truth be told she coul
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World of Hellanes Lesson 2: Byllais

Name:
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Government: Dual Monarchy
Religion: Paganism
Population: 95,000
Status: Active
History: Byllais was founded fifty years prior to the Breaking by a contingent of the Crimson Cloak sent General Thelamakus as an outpost in the mountains to watch the country's southern holdings as well as a training ground for its new warriors. The leader of this fortress, General Xenophon proved to be an equally skilled administrator as he soon turned his small bastion into a thriving town. Hundreds of people flocked to the city for protection from the tribesmen who roam the lands and pirates who prey in the sea. In exchange for this protection, the people agreed to work the land and provide for its army.
After the Breaking, rather than return to their mother city and search for survivors in the ruins of Thebopolis, the crafty Xenophon d
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The Summoner Trilogy book one: The Novice review.

So I’m a bit surprised with this series. I’ve read a couple YA books recently and this was without a doubt the best one I’ve seen, yet somehow the most obscure. Like when I searched this book there was no fanart, fanfiction, discussions, even the wiki wasn’t that updated. Because of that, I decided to give these books some of the love they deserve by reviewing book one.
Also before I go on some spoilers ahead.
Plot: The plot of The Novice is that an orphan and blacksmith’s apprentice named Fletcher Wulf discovers he has summoning powers, meaning he can summon demons and use magic. After an accident with his newfound powers, Fletcher finds himself a wanted criminal in his town and must now head to Vocans Academy, the school for other summoners to train to be Battlemage in order to join the fight against the orc empire. In this school, he meets a number of friends, but also a few enemies who plot to tea
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The Galley known as the Swift Maiden swifty cut through the waves of the Great Sea. Its three massive sails billowing with the southern winds that took it back to New Trisos. It was was the flagship of the Madrilian Fleet stationed in Pinowa, so it only made sense for General Diego Legazpi to use it as his unofficial command center on the return trip from the island of Aterb.

He hunched down on his desk, frowning deeply as he started to write down his reports of the recent campaign. He didn't bother glancing up from the paper as the other pens and papers started to slide off his desk. Instead he only reached out only to grab the bottle of ink which nearly tipped over as the ship tilted from the waves and placed it on them as a paper weight

He wrinkled his face in annoyance as he wiped sweat from his bros and continued to work on his reports. Diego sighed and rubbed his eye together. Each word that came out from his pen fanned the frustration burning inside of him. Judging by the loud thuds of mugs hitting the wooden tables below, his troops felt the same way. From the moment his army had left the port of Santarca, the largest city in Aterb to the rest of the trip back to Pinowa, his soldiers had their attention focused solely on their cups.

And who was to blame them, their entire deployment was one colossal waste. One of the empires most valuable colonies lost with barely even a fight. And now his army, sixteen thousand men made up of a combination of Pinowan civil army, auxiliary regiments and the remnants of the Aterb garrison could only return to Pinowa and Diego to give reports of this debacle.

He focused his attention back to the task at hand, careful to maintain his penmanship even as the ship rocked back and forth. Eventually he finished writing the document and placed it on top of a pile of similar ones.

Until the boat tilted again and sent the papers scattering onto the floor. "Shit!" He wanted to shout as rose from his chair to begin collecting them when something at the bottom of the stack caught his attention. The sunlight gleamed off it to give the badge a metallic sheen.

He slowly moved the few papers that remained in their place and pulled out the badge with three silver stars on it. "Sir, we're approaching Vincia Bay." A knock followed by the voice of one of his soldiers called out.

"Yes, private." He replied as he looked away from the badge. "Can you call Lieutenant Ramos. Tell him to come here."

"Yes, sir." The soldier replied and the sound of boots walking away soon became audible.

The General sighed and bent down to begin picking up the fallen documents. He didn't even hear the office door open and shut. "General." Juanito Ramos said as he walked over to Diego and kneeled down to help him pick up the fallen documents. He wore the standard white Madrilian uniform, though instead of a pillbox hat, he wore a wide-brimmed hat of straw called a Salakot which marked him as a Pinowan auxiliary soldier.

He could hardly be considered a handsome man, he a rough and weathered face with coarse skin and a short mustache that moved along the lines of his lips. His ebony hair was in a military buzzcut and made his head look like a brick.

Diego rose to his feet once the last of the papers were in Juanito’s hands. He handed those over to him and finished with a salute as the General. Diego placed them back into the pile and made sure that they wouldn’t fall over again before turning his attention to the Liuetenant. "You wished to see me, sir?" He said.

"Indeed, have a seat Lieutenant, make yourself comfortable." The Pinowan removed his Salakot and let the chord that acted as a chin strap keep it from falling off his head. He eased himself into the chair directly in front of him and waited. "You have my sympathies for the death of Captain Bernardo."

"He was, very brave and bold."

And foolish. Ismael Bernardo was the commanding officer of the fifth Pinowan Auxiliary battalion. The man had only achieved his position due to families wealth. And the boy had been so bold that he charged alone on horseback straight into a skirmish, only to be gunned down by a partisan marksman. "Foolish and bold is more like it," Diego said with a chuckle as he poured himself so wine from a bottle he kept under his desk.

"And he was still my captain sir," Juanito replied and nodded his head. He was careful to keep his voice polite, but a bit of edge crept up in the final word. As the General sipped his drink, he noted the hint of anger in the soldier's voice. He didn't press and couldn't really blame him for it. Of all the thirty thousand Pinowans within the auxiliaries, only a few dozen have ever reached the rank of captain, and fewer still reached any higher rank. The Lieutenant straightened. "Sir, if you do not mind me asking. Did you only ask me here to express sympathies for my commanding officer?"

Diego set his glass down and nodded. "I asked you here for a number of reasons. First and foremost, how did you fare in your latest orders?"

"The mission was completed, sir. All of the riches in the city have been cleared out. The money is now loaded onto the Philips Spear."

Diego nodded, feeling a smile tug underneath his mustache. His final orders were not part of the campaign, there was no strategic value in it, but a value in spite. Before leaving Santarca, he had the fifth Auxiliary battalion and raid the city treasury and take anything of worth before being forced to evacuate. Let the partisans have their city and island, but the lets them see how enjoyable it is without a peso to s[end. He almost wished that he could have seen the reaction of the people once he saw their faces once they opened the vault.

"And as for my second order of business. Lieutenant Ramos." He reached for the badge and held it up to him. "Or should I say, Captain Ramos."

The Pinowan was unable to speak as Diego smiled and placed the badge on his uniform. He realized his mouth was hanging open and quickly closed his jaw. "Sir?"

Diego stifle a chuckle. Suddenly he was back in the training camp with a young Pinowan recruit who barely even knew how to hold a musket. "You took command of the troops after your captain was hit, completed your mission and managed to continue operations. The Fifth is lucky to have a man like you in it Juanito, and even more fortunate to have you commanding them."

Juanito quickly returned the gesture. "I will serve as best I can."

I'm sure you will." His General said and patted him on the shoulder. "Now, why don't I show you some of the benefits of being an officer."

He turned at his heel and went back to his desk. Diego opened the drawer and dug around until he pulled out two rolls of cigars and handed one to the new Captain. “Made in the fields just outside of Santarca. Possibly the last Aterban cigars from there Madrilia will ever see.” He lit his cigar and placed it in his mouth. “A shame.”

Juanito was a bit more reluctant to do so, but eventually took the lighter and lit the stick and blew a puff of smoke, followed by a small coughing fit. “Not a smoking person sir.”

"It's not for everyone I suppose, but that's not the only thing I have to give you." Diego chuckled and he revealed out a black leather box, much bigger than a cigar case. He pulled open the case. Juanito's breath left his lips. He pulled the new gun out from its container and held it up in the air. "You like what you see?"

"I've never seen guns like these before?" He ran his finger across the strange new pistol. He spun the cylinder just behind the barrel around and watched it go. "New weapons?"

"Indeed Captain." Juanito shifted around, still not entirely sure how he felt about the promotion. Diego picked up the second pistol and cocked the hammer down. He pointed it forward and took aim at the wall. "Fresh from Falkenhayn Armories in Galdren. A new line of repeater weapons that they recently released. The cylinder here can spin around and hold six bullets before reloading."

He still was awed by the little contraption and let out a long whistle as he spun the cylinder where they kept the bullets around. Firing six rounds without reloading is something unheard of in musketry. This was a game changer in firearms. Diego said and Juanito set the gun back down into the case. "Their called revolvers captain."

"How many of these pistols have you gotten?" Juanito asked as he stared at Diego.

Two hundred. That was how many he was able to acquire. That out from the fifteen thousand he had proposed purchasing. For years now the General had tried to get the Provincial Government to accept his Modernization Plan in order to get his army into any kind of fighting shape. Most of his troops barely even knew how to fire a gun and half their money was taken by corrupt officials. These days, it was lucky if he could even get half of the schedules supplies.

Every time he had brought it up the Council had shut down it down for of want funds. But he did the mental math now with the funds he was able to get from the treasury, he know had the funds for his projects. "And as one of the Auxiliaries best sharpshooters," He flipped the gun until he was pointing it butte first towards the Captain. "You could use one of these."

He quickly muttered his thanks and placed the gun on his belt. "Sir, may I please return to my cabin and pack my things?"

He waved him away with a nod. Juanito saluted and turned at his heel before walking off. Once he was gone, Diego glanced out the window and caught a glimpse of the red brick and mortar buildings that dotted the city of New Trisos. A smile touched his face as he started to arrange his papers and pack it up. He placed them all in his bag and marched out to the main deck.

Soldiers had already started to gather around as Swift Maiden docked onto the nearest pier. Diego picked up a group of men standing in a column waiting for him. They were dressed in polished steel breastplates decorated with various badges and medals over cleanly pressed uniforms along with tricorn hats. They were armed with some of the few repeater rifles the Civil Guard had in its armory. Men of the Governmental Guard.

The sergeant of their group stepped forward and slammed his foot to the ground. "Sir," He and his men saluted towards the General as he descended from the ship. "My men and I were instructed to take you to the Palacio Magnifico immediately. It's on the orders of the Governor-General."

"Of course soldier."

The line of men moved apart to reveal a carriage ready and waiting for him. Diego quickly boarded and placed his briefcase on his lap as the driver spurred the horses into motion away from the port.


"Hoy gago, bilisan mo na!" Sergeant Emilio Roque shouted with his head shoved out of the Kalesa. In the intersection just in front of them was flooded with more than half a dozen Kalesa's trying to cross at once from different directions. Now they ended up got stuck together in a massive traffic jam. One of them managed to disentangle itself and galloped across the street parallel to theirs. As they passed, the driver gave a vulgar gesture towards the soldier.

Juanito chuckled as they disappeared down the road. A policeman appeared from a shop a piece of bread sticking out of his mouth. His eyes bulged out as if he just now realized what was happening and quickly started down the intersection to direct the traffic. He gestured on each lane and slowly started to clear the roads one by one. Emilio sighed and moved his head back into their little cabin. "Useless police, the only way they think is through their stomachs." He growled and spat on the street.

"Hindi naman lahat ng mga isip nila na sa  tiyan." The driver glanced back at us. A wry smile on his face as he moved his hand down and tugged at the crotch of his pants. The two soldiers laughed but saluted mockingly to the officer as they passed him. The officer growled at them and turned away. "Hindi na kayo nagsawa sa pag away sa Aterb?"

The captain looked at him solemnly. "Mag sawa sa pag away? Ano, susunod isa sabi mo na magsasawa sa paginom, o magasawa ng pagkanta."

The driver shook his head and ignored that, he turned his attention back to the road and continued to drive them back there as the officer finally signaled for them to pass. Juanito relaxed back onto the chair and looked around the street, smiling as he felt the scent of roasting meat from a nearby woman in her sari-sari store. The woman blew the smoke towards the road with a reed fan and shouted to the passerbys. "Bagong luto!"

The distant bronze bells of the Lady's Grace Cathedral rung back and forth for the afternoon mass. Pinowans walked onto the roads without a care of the carriages moving in their direction. From the low and stout buildings to the grand plazas. Even the traffic from the countless Kalesa drivers and the dogs and cats that roamed around gave it a unique taste. While foreigners from the Five liked to boast about their nation's culture and beauty, they lacked the rustic character that New Trisos possessed.

"Here we are." He said, tapping Emilio's shoulder. The man somehow managed to pass out on the five-minute trip and had a bit of drool on his lips. The sergeant grunted and gasped, looking around at the Kalesa and rubbed his head. He followed his commanding officer down and reached into his pocket and dropped a twenty Peso bill into the drivers waiting for hands. The Kalesa driver smiled and waved goodbye before returning back to the street. The two soldiers removed their Salakots, Emilio running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair.

The Captain glanced up at the sign above the building and smiled. It read Manang's Kusina.

The two men went inside and looked around at the canteen. Wholesome music played from the corner where a three-man band was playing with various instruments. Meanwhile the woman who was roasting the meat earlier entered with a tray of freshly cooked barbecue. Emilio was already looking around at the food being displayed outside while the cook was already taking his order and placing whatever he asks on a plate. I walked past him and patted him on the shoulder. "Kumuha ka ng mesa, mayroong tao gust ibibisita muna."

The soldier gave him a two fingered salute, already eyeing a plate with rice and pork with eggs and brown sauce. He walked into the kitchen which was a mess. Iron pots were in various states of rust while the walls looked scummy and the paint was already falling off, the floor was permanently darkened with dirt and grime, yet even with the door wide open no one seemed to care at the sight. Not as long as the food tasted like it did.

The kitchen had only a single chef working there, he was chopping strips of beef with a massive cleaver. The chef simply grunted and gave the Captain an absent wave of his hand as he was too focused on his work to greet him. Juanito returned the gesture and walked up the stairs to the side of the room, his boots squeaked softly against the loose floorboards. A single wooden door greeted him at the end, but before he even reached it a voice rang out. "Hoy Abunda, ibalik mo na yang plorera."

"Tabi-tabi," Juanito muttered softly as he knocked on the door.

The noise suddenly died down as he could almost feel the eyes staring at him from behind the doors. "Pasok." An elderly voice crooned softly.

He pushed the door open and found a pair of diminutive creatures blocking his path. They resembled humans, yet neither on reached any higher than his knee and were dressed in tattered trousers and vests. Despite their small size, they both sported long black beards that went down to their chests and overly large noses and feet. The one with a bright red nose held a vase in its hands. Juanito simply offered a polite bow before them. "Tabi-tabi."

In response, both creatures backed away to let him pass. "Abunda, Raffy, sino nandiyan?"

"Lola Lyda?" Juanito called out, his voice filled with nothing but wonder as he found himself a young boy again when he spotted the matronly woman sitting in her rickety rocking chair. Age had withered away what beauty the woman once had, leaving now an ancient lady with a sagging and wrinkled body and hair now as white as sugar, yet every bit of warmth remained as she lifted her head towards him.

"Maligayang pagbabalik Jaunito." She said softly and smiled at him.

The Captain didn't waste a single moment and ran over to her and pulled the old crone into a tight, but gentle embrace. "Lola."

She embraced him in return, digging her wrinkled fingers into his chest and started to stroke his back. Juanito opened his mouth yet he found it difficult to breathe as he was lost in the moment and simply enjoyed living in it. Eventually, they broke their hug and Lyda smiled at him. "Tapos na ba ang gera?"

He nodded. "Tapos na, lahat ng mga sundalo ay ipanauwi na."

"At gusto mo ang lumang kwarto mo?" She guessed and smirked slightly as she relaxed back onto her chair and rocked it a few times.

"Kung papayagan mo ako."

Lyda nodded and slowly started to get up, her legs trembling as she reached for her cane at the side of her chair. Juanito held her arm and placed another hand on her back to help balance her as she stood up. "Sige, pero alam mo naman ang lumang panukala natin." She shakily walked over to the trunk in front of her bed, each step was slow and small, her gnarled legs were barely enough to carry her. She opened the trunk and bent down and picked up a white apron now stained brown with oil and grease. "Kailangan ka magtrabaho dito at magtulong sa kantina. Payag ka ba?"

"Payag ako." He nodded in agreement.

The woman smiled and handed the apron with his free hand. "Sige, mag umpisa na tayo."

Snapping her fingers, the two Duwende scurried away into the kitchen and vanished. "Ang mga Duwende mo ba ay nagbibigay ng problema?" He asked and reached for his pistol. He had no intention of actually shooting them of course, but maybe frighten them a little bit. Lyda placed her hand on the barrel of the Captain's revolver and pushed it down. "Wag na, ang pagtuturo ng disciplina sa Duwenda ay parang pag nakaw sa walang pera, basta hindi sila nagagawa ng problema."

Nodding silently, he led her downstairs. Juanito was careful to help his Lola to the kitchen. The chef looked up from his food and quickly moved to help him guide her to one of the tables full of a variety of ingredients she had requested. They eased Lyda onto the chair where she started to reach for a bowl filled  its bellywith fish which she started to skin and gut with surprising deftness as she slides the knife around.

The chef turned to Juanito and handed the Captain a spoon and pointed at the food. He nodded and sat down, starting to serve the people who passed by. Most of the customers he recognized by face if not name, many of them being regulars to the place, a few were completely new though. The last one in the line was Emilio, the sergeant grinned and held his plate up proudly. "No charge for the Dinuguan?" He asked hopefully. "I am a regular here?"

Juanito chuckled held my hand out. "You wish. Twenty-five pesos."

He sighed and dug into his pocket and dropped the money into his waiting hands. In response, Juanito took his plate and started to put some Dinuguan on it before slathering some extra sauce. "Here." He handed the plate back to the grateful soldier.

Once he was gone, Juanito smiled and prepared for a busy day ahead. But it mattered little to him. He was home.


The trip to Palacio Magnifico was largely uneventful. The soldiers escorting General Legazpi hadn't uttered a single word except when giving or receiving orders. It wasn't surprising, these men were trained to act, not talk. He welcomed the silence and wasn't in the mood for any unnecessary conversation. Rubbing his eyes and feeling the eyebags there, Diego reached into his pocket and fished out his brass pocket watch from the pocket of his trousers and looked at the time. Half past one. He had been awake since six in the morning.

He tugged at the collar of his shirt and dabbed his skin with a white handkerchief. One thing he didn't miss about Pinowa was its ridiculous heat. Madrilia never experienced such temperature even in its summer months, not even Aterb was this hot this time of the year. "How long will it be until we reach the palace." He asked idly to the sergeant who sat directly opposite to him. He had his musket resting on the floor at his side. "About five minutes."

Five minutes. He sighed angrily and rested his head on his arm. That hardly is enough time to get some rest, the one time he actually wanted the traffic here its nowhere to be seen. The carriage continued to roll down the streets uncontested until it stood before a black iron fence with two more Governmental Guards waiting on either side with their muskets ready. One of them raised his hand and gestured to the driver for some identification.

The man nodded and handed a piece of folded paper to the soldier who quickly read it and nodded towards his friend to open the door. They slid the iron gate open for the carriage to pass along the perfectly even dirt to its name, the Palacio Magnifico was indeed magnificent. Even though it was only two stories high, it still stood out from the rest of the city. Two marble turrets flanked it on either side while a dozen columns were added and even more arched windows were in between them. The middle had an extra tier for the Governor-Generals office while the very top was adorned with the Madrilian flag. The right side of the area was fenced up and covered with a cloth as the construction of the newest wing was underway.

The driver leaped off and opened the door for him as he looked around. The guards dispersed around to their barracks save for the sergeant who simply pointed him to the main hall before leaving as well. As he passed the answering hall, his boots echoed loudly against the marble floors and took note of the giant sigil of the Madrilian Empire painted on the ground. A red eagle with a king's gold, jeweled scepter clutched diagonally on one wing and a golden sword that crisscrosses the scepter on the other.

"It's about time you got here." The Minister of Labor, Gonzalo Pinon said as he stood up from the couch in the side of the room and stood up. The minister was a reedy man with his chestnut hair carefully waxed and fixed to hide his balding scalp. He rolled up the paper he was reading and Diego caught a glimpse of the crossed mattocks over a sun. The symbol of the Federation of Equality, the only workers union in the colony. Gonzalo was reputed to be in the pocket of the Unions boss, one Bassilio Ibarra.

"What is going on here?"

Gonzalo had already started walking up the carpeted staircase. "An emergency meeting was called by the Governor-General."

"Did he say what it was about?"

"Nothing specific, just about the new budget that Lord Ignacio proposed for this year." Even though he knew the meeting was likely important Diego felt a pang of annoyance at the irrational idea that Ignacio had simply called the meeting at this time to deny him rest from his campaign. They turned right at the top of the stairs towards the Governor-General's officer.

More guards lined the hallway leading to the Governor-Generals meeting room. These men were armed with twelve-foot pikes instead of muskets. The walls were decorated with the portraits of all the past Governor-Generals. All dressed in pristine uniforms, all taken in the same office stone-faced faced and stoic. These were the men who tamed the wild lands of Pinowa and brought its natives out from their wooden huts to proper cities. He placed his hand on the first portrait. A gallant looking man with sharp cheekbones looked down at him. Orlando Ferdinand, the first Madrilian to reach this land. Back then they wore steel instead of cloth and carried halberds and longswords instead of muskets.

"Should I give you and Orlando a moment Diego?" Gonzalo asked quizzically as he already reached the end of the hall, one of the guards there had his hands on the doorknob to open the door for him.

Diego forced down his embarrassment and jogged after him as the guards pulled open the double oak doors. He took a deep breath as he prepared to venture into his next battle.
The Nation of Mystery Chapter 2
Second chapter and introducing our newest character. General Diego.
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Juan Sevilla leaned forward on the deck rail of the ferry. He tried to peer around the horizon for any sign of land. Despite the morning mist that crept over the water like a bride's veil, he was able to make out the silhouettes of the white rock cliffs of the Bravatinian coast.

He turned his gaze down towards his suitcase to make sure that the briefcase that contained his entire life savings and other personal effects was still at his side.

A gust of cold wind caused him to pull his frock coat tighter. He wished that he had brought his woolen greatcoat with him, but that was probably still sitting on his bed back in New Trisos. Juan knew the northern kingdom would be colder than the tropical town he grew up in, but not this cold. But such was the cost when the harbor was an hour carriage ride and you overslept.

Juan let out a few brisk breaths, seeing a white cloud blow out of his lips caused him to tug at his coat. He failed to notice another passenger making his way towards him.

“So what brings you to this fair city? Travel or business?” The man asked and stood beside him as he admired the view. He had the sophisticated northern accent that made the young traveler want to stop what he was doing and listen to what he had to say.

Juan was briefly tongue-tied. Although he had studied Anglean, the primary language of Bravatinians in his university, though he hadn’t spoken it in years. “I am here for business.” He managed to say with some difficulty.

The northerner looked Juan up and down, then nodded silently. He felt a small sense of relief at the man's approval. It had taken him close to an hour to pick out his clothes. Although not suited for this chilly weather, his outfit was quite fashionable in the kingdom; a finely made coat, crisp black trousers with knee length boots and a top hat.

“What business would that be?” The man asked, pulling a cigar from a black mahogany cigar case with a symbol of an eagle.  He lit it and placed it in his mouth. Like the other people of the north, he was paler compared to Juan’s brown skin and perhaps half a decade older than him with curious brown eyes and equally dark hair that was not hidden by any sort of hat. He wore a frock coat as well, albeit more suited for the weather with brown breeches and black boots that went up to his knees.

“I would like to make my fortune here working as a correspondent for a newspaper company,” Juan explained, adjusting the collar of his jacket as a stray gust blew it up.

The Bravatinian blew a ring of smoke and turned away from the deck rail to face Juan, “A newspaper correspondent you say? A growing need in this country true enough, but don’t you Pinowans prefer to try their luck in Madriales?”

Juan nodded again, seeing his point. Most of his people favored their colonial master, the southern neighbor of Bravatinian. But of course, he was not most people. “Aye, but they have not embraced the printing press the same way your country has.”

The northerner seemed surprised at Juan’s knowledge and for the second time was at a loss at how educated this southerner was.  “Indeed it hasn't." He replied slowly as he pulled the cigar out and blew a puff of smoke. He offered his hand to Juan. "William. William Bowen.”

“Juan Sevilla.” The Pinowan replied, grasping his hand firmly and shook it. His grip was firm, yet there was none of that unnecessary squeezing. “So what brings you to Bravatinia?”

William beamed proudly, puffing his chest up and brushed his coattails aside to reveal the blade hanging from his hip. It wasn’t like the conventional short sword used by aristocrats. It was a long blade with a slight curve favored by the pirates and sailors. “I’m starting my trading company here.”

“Trading company?” Juan didn’t know why he was so surprised. It was no secret that Bravatinia boasted one of the largest overseas empires in all of the five northern kingdoms, with territories in every direction, and consequently the largest fleet of ships for both trade and warfare.

"Aye, a trading company." He grinned broadly and removed the spent cigar from his mouth. Without warning, he suddenly leaped on top of the deck rail.

Juan let out a surprised squeaked and took a step forward to try and get him down, but William seemed perfectly fine there and drew his sword, pointing forward like a pirate captain directing his crew of rogues. "To take ships to unknown and wild lands, bring rich and exotic goods."

"A fine dream." He nodded his head in agreement. Where he came from, no aspired of anything beyond being a farmer or fisherman. "The world is in need of dreamers."

William briefly narrows his eyes at Juan’s, scanning his face for any signs of mockery, but once it was clear that Juan meant what he said, a pleasant smile returned the pale man's face. “And to you Juan Sevilla.”

“Land Ho!”  A sailor shouted from the crow's nest. As he said those words, the great port of Lennitz came to view. Its harbor stretched for three and a half miles and had enough room for two hundred ships. The lighthouse built atop the cliffside beside the port cut through the fog like a candle to darkness.

"Well I suppose I must be going now, it was a pleasure to meet you." He said and sheathed his saber, he leaped off the rail and disappeared into the crowds of passengers emerging from the lower decks. Almost all were Bravatinians, or from one of the other five paramount empires. The five northern countries that virtually ruled the rest of the world. Most of the people from the southern lands that Juan could find were either servant for the passengers or workers for the boat, though he did spot one or two men from Raayjali with their white turbans and fine suits who quickly collected their things and marched down with the rest of the passengers.

No one paid Juan any heed as he picked up his suitcase and stared at the port one last time from the deck rail. The ships moored were bunched closely together to form a forest of masts, from large bellied galleons, beautifully hand painted pleasure barges, small fishing boats that were hard pressed to hold ten people and sleek battleships bristling with iron cannons.

A gangplank was lowered by a crewman on the ship's port side. The captain had made an appearance and stood beside the gangway, smiling and greeting passengers. He was a portly man in a crisp red uniform.

Juan quickly found a place in the line that formed as passengers filed out. The skipper blinked in surprise when he saw Juan, but nonetheless offered him a polite smile and tipped his hat to him, a gesture the Pinowan returned.

He marched down the plank and breathed in the brisk, misty air. A troop of soldiers in their redcoats marched past him, their muskets

He waited for a horse-drawn carriage to appear from a nearby street before letting out a high pitched whistle. "Kalesa!" He shouted.

Those people beside him shot annoyance glances in his direction before turning with their noses in the air, the two Raayjali men snickered at each other. Juan flushed, wishing dearly that his coat had a hood so he may hide in it.

A few feet away, one of the servants standing behind a young woman in a beautiful white dress tapped her shoulder and pointed at me. She waved her hand dismissively and took her handbag from the servant's arms.

He quickly made his way to my side, dodging the piles of luggage rapidly forming on the ground as porters unloaded it. He was a Pinowan as well, about seventeen years old. The boy placed a sympathetic hand on Juan's shoulder. "Kuya, hindi ganyan ang pagtawag ng Kalesa dito." He said and waved his hand on the side of the road when a new carriage appeared. This time the driver pulled his horses to a complete stop in front of him.

"Salamat," Juan said to the young servant, wiping sweat from his palms. He smiled in return before running back to his lady.

The driver nodded towards me but didn't open the door for me. "Where to?"

“32 Barrington street,” Juan replied grunted as he lifted his suitcase up and placed it into the carriage before getting inside. The driver snapped the reins of his horse and spurred them into a trot.

As the coach made its way down the street, he glanced out the window and felt his breath leave his lips. The sprawling metropolis was magnificent,

He pushed his head out the carriage to get a better view. The industrial revolution had taken Lennitz and all of Bravatanian by storm. Dozens of factories rose in the city's skyline, that and the hundreds of new buildings ranging from offices, government buildings, churches, and stores. Spires jutted upwards and carefully painted works decorated the sides of some of the more notable churches. The only other structure that rivaled its size was the resplendent palace of the ages built by king Norrington XI.

Even in this early hour, the city was already alive with activity. Hundreds of workers mixed into the crowds as they made their way to their jobs. Virtually every building had a shop on the ground floor, selling bread, meat, and clothes.

He saw two young women in their frilly white dresses emerge from one such apartment, giggling and walking towards a perfumery just across the street.

Roads were made of cobblestone that was much smoother and less bumpy than the dirt roads he grew up in. Juan closed his eyes and felt the gentleness of how the coach glided across the streets. Best of all there was no traffic, no jaywalker and no angry drivers shouting at one another. The cab driver looked away from the horse's for a moment to check up on his passenger. “It's a wonderful sight, is it not?”

“It is a magnificent city.” Juan agreed, peering out the window as a group of children ran after the cabs. They smiled and pointed him, a wave was his response.

“Well, you can thank King Archibald for that.” The driver replied solemnly, referring to the current king's late father. “God bless his soul.”

As the carriage made a turn the moved to a different section of the city. His heart immediately stopped as he saw the stark change of scenery. Whereas the first part was bustling and lively, this area was oddly deserted save for workers who occasionally left a house, hunched back and with a dead look in their eyes as they trudge along the sidewalk.

There were fewer shops here and more residential buildings. Houses were common enough here, but apartments vastly outnumbered them. The buildings were practically merged together leaving scarcely any room in between. Cheap slate and concrete seemed to be the main material for construction. One look at the crumbling structures confirmed his suspicions.

Water that was now dark brown flowed freely on the sides streets to sewage grates. Juan wrinkled his nose in disgust as he put his head back in the carriage, the streets stank of waste.

Even with the rising sun, this place felt dark. In the sky he saw the cause; the factory loomed ominously overhead, the smoke coming out from it cast an even greater shadow that nearly consumed the entire street. From the darkness, or at least the people hiding in the darkness seemed to follow after him. Juan felt a sense of relief when he reached into his coat and felt the butt of his pistol.

The driver laughed as his carriage began to slow down. “Not used to this part of the city eh?”

“I am not used to any city,” Pinowan admitted looking around for the end of the street where the life could return, but the road continued to move on forever.

“A country boy then?” He smirked as his carriage pulled moved towards the side of the street. “I’ve been seeing plenty of those here recently. Well, welcome to Lenitz.”

The horses unceremoniously came to a complete stop as the driver hopped out pulled the door open. He still had a smirk on his face as he helped Juan with his suitcase this time. “Well, here’s 32 Barrington street.” The driver spread his arms out to show an ugly three-story apartment building that looked older than Juan’s great-grandfather and was covered with a layer of soot.

He looked at the sign on the side of the door and true enough in rusted brass was the numbers 32. Feeling his hopes deflate, Juan reached into his pocket and paid the driver his fare before entering the house.


A quick sweep around the house told Juan that there was a single restroom on every floor, rusted pipes, moldy ceilings and walls, and what he certainly hoped were not bullet holes.

But then again he didn’t rent the apartment here for comfort, he rented it cause it cost a measly two and a half Crowns a month. He shut the door and made sure that it was locked, and that his pistols hammer was cocked just in case. Still, he had wished the friend who told about this place bothered to mention these other things.

Juan sighed with relief as he sunk into his chair, feeling the aged leather resting on his back. A cloud of dust practically exploded as soon as his bottom touched the cushion. He coughed and swept his hand back and forth to clear the air. Though there were holes that exposed the yellow stuffing, it was one of the few luxuries he had.

He set his suitcase on the table and unlocked it. The lid was pulled upwards to reveal a typewriter resting a stack of papers. Some were blank and meant for the machine while the others contained important documentations he needed. There were his toiletries and extra sets of clothes including an extra pair of boots, and a few memorabilia from his home. As Juan removed them, a leather pouch tumbled out and landed on the floor with a heavy thud.

Juan didn't remember packing that with him. He bent down and removed the small band around its opening. Four figures quickly fell out onto the table.

A smile slowly formed on his face as he saw these little figures. His mother must have packed in with his things before he left.

He started to arrange them one by one on his nightstand. The first was larger than the rest, it was shaped like a human man with a large belly and a single eye on its forehead. Its mouth was opened in a vicious snarl. A Bungisngis.

The next was a  combination of a horse and a man, unlike the horsemen of the Western Kingdoms, the creatures had the head and legs of a horse and the torso and arms of a human. Its hair was a shaggy mane of black. A Tikbalang.

The next was a one a half-fish, half-woman hybrid. From the waist down she had a green fishtail, and from the waist up she was a beautiful woman clad in nothing but a pair of seashells who covered only the tips of her large breasts. She sat on a rock and had a small sea turtle at her side. A Sirena.

The last one was the most disturbing. It was one he's seen too often and gave him nightmares when Juan was a boy. It was one of a hideous old hag whose arms were flailed out as if casting a spell, behind it were two batwings that were larger than her body. Juan frowned as he tugged at the creatures wait. True to the myths, her body split apart. A Manananggal.

Juan admired the craftsmanship that went into each one of them, the detail and paint were stunning considering that they were all only the size of a thimble. Her mother had begged Juan to bring them with him, to ward off evil spirits she said.

Even assuming such creatures existed, why would they journey across the world to punish one person.  He had said to her.

He also brought a few other memorabilia from his home, and of course, there were most of his life savings. Over twenty-five thousand Crowns in kept in neat bills.

Those he kept carefully into the hidden compartment in his suitcase before sliding it under his bed. Juan walked over to the closet and pulled it open. He wiped the air as another layer of dust was blown out. Something squeaked and scampered out from the armoire that caused him to jump back. As the rat ran towards the little hole in the wall, Juan was tempted to trying taking a shot at it with his pistol but decided against it. This apartment had too many problems already, he didn't need angry neighbors complaining about noise to be another one.

Once he was sure all the parasites from the closet were gone, Juan proceeded to place his clothes inside, hanging his coats and pants while setting his boots on the floor. He kept the toiletries on the nightstand along with his family pictures before sinking onto the chair.

With his unpacking down, Juan began to sort through his papers, separating his passports and other documents he might need as an immigrant along with those that were blank, leaving him only with the reports his contacts in Pinowa and Bravatinia had given him.

A smile slowly began to form on his lips as he read the documentation again. It was a series of interviews from the farmer's in his home countries, expressing their thoughts on their colonial masters. As he ran through them, ideas already began to form the title and story he had. His fingers began to press against the typewriter, each key he pressed made an audible clicking noise. Juan glanced at his pocket watch and grinned. Only nine o’clock, that's plenty of time to get some writing done.
Nation of Mystery Chapter 1
Reuploaded story I did before with some grammar errors and added content.
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So now that season 11 of the show is done, I wanna talk about some highlights of the season. Overall I think this season was pretty mixed, similar to the last two seasons. The show certainly had it moments but at times I felt like there were more than a few instances were it was lackluster, annoying or basically wasted. I wanna talk about the last one, about one plot of the show that
I felt had so much potential but in the end the writers dropped the ball with it.

This the plot of Raj dumping Howard. For those of you who don't know this was a two episode arc in the show involving Raj getting fed up with Howard's constant teasing and decides that he's done with him. If you ask me this was a long time coming, as Howard got more flanderized in the later episodes, he stopped being a lovable jerk and just became a plain asshole especially to Raj so there was a lot I wanted to see in the plot.

To fully explain my disappointment, I wanna talk about each episode individually.

The Big Bang Theory Season 11 Episode 10 (The Confidence Erosion)

In this episode, Raj is attempting to get a job in the planetarium and tries to ask the girls for help in choosing an outfit. When they suggest that he wear something that makes him feel confident, he muses on how when he arrived in America he was full of confidence but for some reason it's all gone. As this happens, Howard appears on video chat with Bernadette and promptly makes fun of Raj. When Raj does pick an outfit to wear, Howard continues to tease him in front of everyone.

Later Raj is talking with his dad at how the interview didn’t go well. His dad points out that maybe the reason he has no self confidence is because Howard is constantly teasing and belittling him. Raj tries to defend him, but his dad is points out that when he was still married, his wife always made him feel bad and he’s much better without her.

The next day when Raj tries to bring it up to Howard, he never seems to take anything Raj says seriously and continues to treat it as if it were nothing while Raj gets more upset. Finally he snaps at Howard to get out and says he wants to spend some time away from Howard.

In this episode practically every line out of Howard is some sort of insult or jape at Raj which is unfortunately become very common in most episodes, however in this episode it actually works because he’s actually being called out on it. Its comes of as extremely satisfying and cathartic, especially in the next scene where he still continues to act like that even as its clear Raj is fed up with him.

We later see that Raj managed to score the job after persuading the planetarium that he’s the right guy for the job and wants to celebrate with Leonard and Penny. When they ask him if he’s planning to make up with Howard. He tells them that it was hard but he felt like it needed to be done as their relationship was getting toxic. In the last scene we see Raj in his new job and seems to be doing quite well. After his show, Leonard spots Howard in the back who attended to support Raj. He seems to feel bad about what he did with Raj and Leonard urges him to approach him. However when he sees Raj talking with a girl, Howard decides to leave.

Overall, the first part of this arc was actually pretty good. It was incredibly satisfying to see Raj finally stand up to Howard and tell him off and I do like how they don’t end the story with them making up for some stupid reason. This was a refreshing change of pace and I was honestly pretty excited when I saw this episode.

The Big Bang Theory Season 11 Episode 11 (The Celebration Reverberation)

In this episode, it continues the arc of Raj dumping Howard. It opens with the guys in the comic book store and talking about Halley’s first birthday party and how Howard isn’t making one cause he’s lazy. Raj comes in and gets into an argument with Howard about how they’re still fighting and he’s being a baby for not yet forgiving him yet.

Wait. I thought Howard felt bad in the end of the last episode and was willing to apologize for what he did to get his friend back. Why is he now acting like a jerk again? There is no given explanation to this change in attitude at all. It feels so different from the Howard we saw in the last episode. This is one of the biggest problems I have with the Big Bang theory writing, its that characters are written fast and loose in terms of personality. Sometimes they can be sweet and thoughtful only to be completely lazy and inconsiderate in the next.

This ends with Raj uninviting Howard to watch The Last Jedi and taking Stuart instead. Actually I think Howard might have just dodged a bullet there.

So in the next scene we see Howard deciding  (or more accurately Bernadette making him) plan a birthday party for Hally. Oh you poor soul, you have to be a decent father to your child. But he invites everyone except Raj.

First of all, dick move man. This party isn’t about you, it's for your own daughter. What happened to the devoted father we saw last season who hard time leaving her to go to work? Second, Raj makes a perfectly valid point when he says that he’s her godfather. So you wouldn’t invite him over some petty grudge.

After that Howard goes over to Stuart and mentions that he’s not done anything to plan for the party or even attend the baby and me class with Hally. Again, what happened to the Howard who promised he would always be there for his daughter since his own was never around?

What does he do after this? He approached Raj and offers an apology to him and asks for his help to plan for Hally’s party. As you can see, he is clearly just using Raj to scrape up a part from nothing. Don’t believe me? Howard literally admits it when Raj asks. Yes that's how much of an asshole Howard is, he openly admits he’s taking advantage of Raj and still makes him help him.

To be fair with Raj, he actually acts pretty mature in this scene and decides to help if only for the sake of Hally.  So they plan the party and Raj does a fairly good job given the short notice and Howard not doing anything or even having any friends to attend. Raj decided to use the bounce house he got just so it won’t go to waste and Howard snaps at him for abandoning him and they make up while playing in the bounce house. My god, I have lost all sympathy for Howard at this point.

He had plenty of opportunities to make things right with him and Raj but he never once actually took Raj or any of his problems seriously. Instead he openly took advantage of him because he was too much of an awful person to be a father and now you want me to feel bad for him? Well here's some advice. DON’T INCLUDE A LINE LIKE THIS IN THEIR BIG MAKE UP SCENE

Raj: YOU ARE WELCOME! And thank you for mocking me for all of these years!
Howard: [shouting] Thank you for making it so EASY!

*Sighs* That's the end of this episode and I am done with Howard Wolowitz. The only good thing I can say is that the rest of the season is pretty decent.
Big Bang Theory Rant.
So heres me talking about the worst part of Season 11 of the Big Bang Theory.
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Ferdinand Marcos Meme
Well he did a bit too much overtime honestly.For those of you who don't know who this is, the man covering Patrick Star is Ferdinand Marcos. He was the 10th president of the Philippines before declaring Martial Law for over 21 years. In that time, the Martial Law era was known for brutality, corruption and extravagance of the officials. He was only deposed after a revolution by the people. 
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The Hound meme
Fake news at its finest. First of, let me say I actually like Duterte. He has good ideas and I like to believe he cares about the country. I can't say the same about his staff though. But I do want to swe them improve in how they run our country.

Secondly, Duterte is right in saying fake news is a big problem for the Philippines. Its something that is tearing our apart amd the more we let it do that, the weaker our country.  
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So now that season 11 of the show is done, I wanna talk about some highlights of the season. Overall I think this season was pretty mixed, similar to the last two seasons. The show certainly had it moments but at times I felt like there were more than a few instances were it was lackluster, annoying or basically wasted. I wanna talk about the last one, about one plot of the show that
I felt had so much potential but in the end the writers dropped the ball with it.

This the plot of Raj dumping Howard. For those of you who don't know this was a two episode arc in the show involving Raj getting fed up with Howard's constant teasing and decides that he's done with him. If you ask me this was a long time coming, as Howard got more flanderized in the later episodes, he stopped being a lovable jerk and just became a plain asshole especially to Raj so there was a lot I wanted to see in the plot.

To fully explain my disappointment, I wanna talk about each episode individually.

The Big Bang Theory Season 11 Episode 10 (The Confidence Erosion)

In this episode, Raj is attempting to get a job in the planetarium and tries to ask the girls for help in choosing an outfit. When they suggest that he wear something that makes him feel confident, he muses on how when he arrived in America he was full of confidence but for some reason it's all gone. As this happens, Howard appears on video chat with Bernadette and promptly makes fun of Raj. When Raj does pick an outfit to wear, Howard continues to tease him in front of everyone.

Later Raj is talking with his dad at how the interview didn’t go well. His dad points out that maybe the reason he has no self confidence is because Howard is constantly teasing and belittling him. Raj tries to defend him, but his dad is points out that when he was still married, his wife always made him feel bad and he’s much better without her.

The next day when Raj tries to bring it up to Howard, he never seems to take anything Raj says seriously and continues to treat it as if it were nothing while Raj gets more upset. Finally he snaps at Howard to get out and says he wants to spend some time away from Howard.

In this episode practically every line out of Howard is some sort of insult or jape at Raj which is unfortunately become very common in most episodes, however in this episode it actually works because he’s actually being called out on it. Its comes of as extremely satisfying and cathartic, especially in the next scene where he still continues to act like that even as its clear Raj is fed up with him.

We later see that Raj managed to score the job after persuading the planetarium that he’s the right guy for the job and wants to celebrate with Leonard and Penny. When they ask him if he’s planning to make up with Howard. He tells them that it was hard but he felt like it needed to be done as their relationship was getting toxic. In the last scene we see Raj in his new job and seems to be doing quite well. After his show, Leonard spots Howard in the back who attended to support Raj. He seems to feel bad about what he did with Raj and Leonard urges him to approach him. However when he sees Raj talking with a girl, Howard decides to leave.

Overall, the first part of this arc was actually pretty good. It was incredibly satisfying to see Raj finally stand up to Howard and tell him off and I do like how they don’t end the story with them making up for some stupid reason. This was a refreshing change of pace and I was honestly pretty excited when I saw this episode.

The Big Bang Theory Season 11 Episode 11 (The Celebration Reverberation)

In this episode, it continues the arc of Raj dumping Howard. It opens with the guys in the comic book store and talking about Halley’s first birthday party and how Howard isn’t making one cause he’s lazy. Raj comes in and gets into an argument with Howard about how they’re still fighting and he’s being a baby for not yet forgiving him yet.

Wait. I thought Howard felt bad in the end of the last episode and was willing to apologize for what he did to get his friend back. Why is he now acting like a jerk again? There is no given explanation to this change in attitude at all. It feels so different from the Howard we saw in the last episode. This is one of the biggest problems I have with the Big Bang theory writing, its that characters are written fast and loose in terms of personality. Sometimes they can be sweet and thoughtful only to be completely lazy and inconsiderate in the next.

This ends with Raj uninviting Howard to watch The Last Jedi and taking Stuart instead. Actually I think Howard might have just dodged a bullet there.

So in the next scene we see Howard deciding  (or more accurately Bernadette making him) plan a birthday party for Hally. Oh you poor soul, you have to be a decent father to your child. But he invites everyone except Raj.

First of all, dick move man. This party isn’t about you, it's for your own daughter. What happened to the devoted father we saw last season who hard time leaving her to go to work? Second, Raj makes a perfectly valid point when he says that he’s her godfather. So you wouldn’t invite him over some petty grudge.

After that Howard goes over to Stuart and mentions that he’s not done anything to plan for the party or even attend the baby and me class with Hally. Again, what happened to the Howard who promised he would always be there for his daughter since his own was never around?

What does he do after this? He approached Raj and offers an apology to him and asks for his help to plan for Hally’s party. As you can see, he is clearly just using Raj to scrape up a part from nothing. Don’t believe me? Howard literally admits it when Raj asks. Yes that's how much of an asshole Howard is, he openly admits he’s taking advantage of Raj and still makes him help him.

To be fair with Raj, he actually acts pretty mature in this scene and decides to help if only for the sake of Hally.  So they plan the party and Raj does a fairly good job given the short notice and Howard not doing anything or even having any friends to attend. Raj decided to use the bounce house he got just so it won’t go to waste and Howard snaps at him for abandoning him and they make up while playing in the bounce house. My god, I have lost all sympathy for Howard at this point.

He had plenty of opportunities to make things right with him and Raj but he never once actually took Raj or any of his problems seriously. Instead he openly took advantage of him because he was too much of an awful person to be a father and now you want me to feel bad for him? Well here's some advice. DON’T INCLUDE A LINE LIKE THIS IN THEIR BIG MAKE UP SCENE

Raj: YOU ARE WELCOME! And thank you for mocking me for all of these years!
Howard: [shouting] Thank you for making it so EASY!

*Sighs* That's the end of this episode and I am done with Howard Wolowitz. The only good thing I can say is that the rest of the season is pretty decent.

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