There's A Beautiful Golden Orb Weaver Outside My Roommates Window. Isn't She A Beauty.

Concept: a magical girl RPG where the playable splats are based on different contemporary genres of magical girl anime.

Type S: The classic moon princess aesthetic. Your transformation involves makeup, and your powers sparkle. Your strength is synergy: call it fate, charisma, or the Magic of Friendship, but you make your team more than the sum of its parts. Your weakness is entanglement: your battles always seem to end up being metaphors for your relationship drama; your high school crushes keep getting turned into monsters, and there’s two to one odds the Big Bad will turn out to secretly be your mom.

Type G: You’re basically a superhero. Your outfit likely has a mechanical theme, and your powers largely revolve around shouting and punching. Your strength is fighting spirit: you’re annoyingly hard to put down, to the point that your enemies will tend to trick or circumvent you instead. Your weakness is collateral damage: those buildings you knock down may have a tendency to coincidentally be closed for renovations, but you’re still driving everyone’s insurance premiums up!

Type P: You are a straight up cartoon character. Being an actual child is customary but not mandatory. Your strength is rubber physics: you’re far luckier than you have any right to be, and the universe tends to stretch the rules to let you get away with stuff you really oughtn’t. Your weakness is that you get no respect: your teammates may like you, but they don’t take you seriously, and neither do the bad guys – which can occasionally work to your advantage, but mostly it’s just frustrating!

Type M: You’re from the Gritty, Realistic™ side of town. Your powers have a vaguely creepy vibe, and your weapon is probably a gun. Your strength is adulting: you have practical life skills backing up your magic powers, and you tend to be the responsible one when all else fails. Your weakness is angst: you have difficulty believing in the power of friendship, and anything that manages to crack your collected facade is liable to result in existential freakouts.

Type U: You are a space alien, or possibly a gay robot. Your costume is usually part of your body in some fashion, and your powers are mostly based on unusual physical transformations – but like in a cool way, not an H R Giger way. Your strength is bullshit space magic: the ability to pull random one-off powers out of thin air as the plot demands. Your weakness is culture shock: it’s hard for you to do the right thing because you typically have no idea what’s going on.

It's winter break, I'm relaxing at home with my family. I'll be going back to college in about a week. But for now it's good to enjoy my time home. I turn on my switch and open up Pokémon Scarlet. All winter I've been working on completing the Pokédex. But when I check the amount of Pokémon I have registered, it's the same number as when I woke up yesterday.

"Did I forget to save?" I say to myself. Oh well, I can get that progress back easily. I play for a few hours, making sure I save the game this time, and go to say hi to my mom.

She's just scrolling Facebook, like usual when I go to say hi. We chat for a while, my cat, Wendy, sits on my lap while I pet her. Eventually I get bored and go to the living room where my brother is playing Kingdom Hearts two. He loves that game, so it doesn't surprise me that he's back playing the same level he played yesterday. He probably beat the game during the night and made his way back to it, or this is a different save file for a challenge run or something.

We talk while he plays, around 5 I do the dishes, he makes chicken and rice for dinner. We had that yesterday, but whatever. I'm just so hungry at this point that I don't care that he's making the same thing again.

The next day, I decide to have coffee with my mom before she goes to work. It's nice, but our conversation treads over some of the same stuff we talked about yesterday.

Later, I check my phone and get a discord notification that a friend sent me a picture. I check it, and it's the same art they sent three days ago. Discord is really bugging out.

I go back to the living room, and hang out with my brother while he plays the same Kingdom Hearts two level. A little weird, but I think nothing of it. He just loves this game.

This time, I decide to cook. I'm a little tired of chicken and rice, but chicken is all we have in the fridge so I decide to make chicken Alfredo. I make sure to put some ground turkey in the fridge from the freezer so I can make burgers tomorrow.

Maybe a week goes by like this. Then it's time for me to go back to college. I go to my mom's room, and I tell her "Hey, remember to take me back to school tomorrow."

She looks at me with a bewildered gaze. "What are you talking about? You don't go back to school for a week."

You got stuck in a time loop. Unfortunately, your life is so mundane and boring that you haven't noticed.

I was sad until I opened the Sims and made a dog called Chocolate Milk and I think you should look at him

The Prophecy of Blood and Fire

A lapse in faith has started this war,

A broken home must be mended,

Even if you solve one problem,

The reign of peace has ended,

Beware the stranger from a far off land,

Though he has suffered loss and strife,

He will take you across the sea,

Where many dragons will lose their life,

Unless they are found and killed before their time,

The bastard eggs will hatch on the coldest night,

Their mother will try to keep them hidden,

But she will eventually have to fight,

Dragons are dying near and far,

The deaths will keep climbing higher,

Unless there is shed frozen tears,

Forever will last the reign of blood and fire.

Anyone have any tips on owning mice and cats in the same household? I want to get some mice between college semesters and bring them with me for spring semester so I can have a pet without my cat Wendy getting freaked out by car rides constantly. So they won't be cohabbing with cats for long, just until the spring semester starts. Keeping the cats out of my room isn't an option because my house used to be a massage studio so there's a stupid service window between my room and the living room. We have tried to block this window before with a blanket and thumb tacks, but the cats just ripped it down. So, please, any tips for keeping my cats from literally murdering the mice are much appreciated.