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2014.09.19 01:24 healthyalmonds Staphylococcus aureus bacteria colonizing the body: the unifying agent of acute and chronic disease
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2023.04.01 06:49 GiversBot /u/Labiologie [REQ] was deleted from /r/borrow on 2023-04-01 (t3_7pjlae up 1906.24 days, LONGTAIL, ACCOUNT DELETE/SHADOWBAN)
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Let me break down the loan first:
$50 - to be paid back to Trumpsux1234 - The principle on this loan has already been paid back; I just owe $50 in interest and don't want to have two outstanding loans
$1450 - Rent for February
Now here's my story: I took a job as a contractor for a tech company here in Denver, and was promised full-time hours. Well, those hours stopped being full-time after about two weeks and since the holidays I was told there won't be work again until late this month. So I took the opportunity to find another job that wouldn't be contract.
And, good news! I got the job - and it's full-time and salaried at 75k/year. The issue here is that I won't start until the last week in January, which means I've got to find a way to pay February's rent. I borrowed $250 on this sub not long ago to help pay January's rent, which has been paid and now I just owe the $50 interest on that.
Here's what I'm thinking in terms of repayment:
$500 on March 1, $500 on April 1, $500 on May 1, $500 on June 1. For a total of $2000 paid back.
I can give you anything you need to prove my identity, job offer, etc. Whatever you want to see I will provide it. I can even show you the contract for my previous job and the communications I've had that show how hours fell off suddenly without any warning. My full address, receipt for my rent payment, etc. Whatever you need to see.
Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help make this process smoother! Thanks for reading.
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$50 - to be paid back to Trumpsux1234 - The principle on this loan has already been paid back; I just owe $50 in interest and don't want to have two outstanding loans
$1450 - Rent for February
Now here's my story: I took a job as a contractor for a tech company here in Denver, and was promised full-time hours. Well, those hours stopped being full-time after about two weeks and since the holidays I was told there won't be work again until late this month. So I took the opportunity to find another job that wouldn't be contract.
And, good news! I got the job - and it's full-time and salaried at 75k/year. The issue here is that I won't start until the last week in January, which means I've got to find a way to pay February's rent. I borrowed $250 on this sub not long ago to help pay January's rent, which has been paid and now I just owe the $50 interest on that.
Here's what I'm thinking in terms of repayment:
$500 on March 1, $500 on April 1, $500 on May 1, $500 on June 1. For a total of $2000 paid back.
I can give you anything you need to prove my identity, job offer, etc. Whatever you want to see I will provide it. I can even show you the contract for my previous job and the communications I've had that show how hours fell off suddenly without any warning. My full address, receipt for my rent payment, etc. Whatever you need to see.
Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help make this process smoother! Thanks for reading.
2023.04.01 06:49 GiversBot /u/Labiologie [REQ] was deleted from /r/borrow on 2023-04-01 (t3_7pao67 up 1907.28 days, LONGTAIL, ACCOUNT DELETE/SHADOWBAN)
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If you say my post yesterday: I got my Paypal problem fixed! This can all be done on Paypal now
Let me break down the loan first:
$50 - to be paid back to Trumpsux1234 - The principle on this loan has already been paid back; I just owe $50 in interest and don't want to have two outstanding loans
$1450 - Rent for February
Now here's my story: I took a job as a contractor for a tech company here in Denver, and was promised full-time hours. Well, those hours stopped being full-time after about two weeks and since the holidays I was told there won't be work again until late this month. So I took the opportunity to find another job that wouldn't be contract.
And, good news! I got the job - and it's full-time and salaried at 75k/year. The issue here is that I won't start until the last week in January, which means I've got to find a way to pay February's rent. I borrowed $250 on this sub not long ago to help pay January's rent, which has been paid and now I just owe the $50 interest on that.
Here's what I'm thinking in terms of repayment:
$500 on March 1, $500 on April 1, $500 on May 1, $500 on June 1. For a total of $2000 paid back.
I can give you anything you need to prove my identity, job offer, etc. Whatever you want to see I will provide it. I can even show you the contract for my previous job and the communications I've had that show how hours fell off suddenly without any warning. My full address, receipt for my rent payment, etc. Whatever you need to see.
Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help make this process smoother! Thanks for reading.
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Let me break down the loan first:
$50 - to be paid back to Trumpsux1234 - The principle on this loan has already been paid back; I just owe $50 in interest and don't want to have two outstanding loans
$1450 - Rent for February
Now here's my story: I took a job as a contractor for a tech company here in Denver, and was promised full-time hours. Well, those hours stopped being full-time after about two weeks and since the holidays I was told there won't be work again until late this month. So I took the opportunity to find another job that wouldn't be contract.
And, good news! I got the job - and it's full-time and salaried at 75k/year. The issue here is that I won't start until the last week in January, which means I've got to find a way to pay February's rent. I borrowed $250 on this sub not long ago to help pay January's rent, which has been paid and now I just owe the $50 interest on that.
Here's what I'm thinking in terms of repayment:
$500 on March 1, $500 on April 1, $500 on May 1, $500 on June 1. For a total of $2000 paid back.
I can give you anything you need to prove my identity, job offer, etc. Whatever you want to see I will provide it. I can even show you the contract for my previous job and the communications I've had that show how hours fell off suddenly without any warning. My full address, receipt for my rent payment, etc. Whatever you need to see.
Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help make this process smoother! Thanks for reading.
2023.04.01 06:48 GiversBot /u/Labiologie [REQ] was deleted from /r/borrow on 2023-04-01 (t3_7p22l1 up 1908.29 days, LONGTAIL, ACCOUNT DELETE/SHADOWBAN)
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Let me break down the loan first: $50 - to be paid back to Trumpsux1234 - The principle on this loan has already been paid back; I just owe $50 in interest and don't want to have two outstanding loans $1450 - Rent for February
Now here's my story: I took a job as a contractor for a tech company here in Denver, and was promised full-time hours. Well, those hours stopped being full-time after about two weeks and since the holidays I was told there won't be work again until late this month. So I took the opportunity to find another job that wouldn't be contract.
And, good news! I got the job - and it's full-time and salaried at 75k/year. The issue here is that I won't start until the last week in January, which means I've got to find a way to pay February's rent. I borrowed $250 on this sub not long ago to help pay January's rent, which has been paid and now I just owe the $50 interest on that.
Here's what I'm thinking in terms of repayment: $500 on March 1, $500 on April 1, $500 on May 1, $500 on June 1. For a total of $2000 paid back.
I can give you anything you need to prove my identity, job offer, etc. Whatever you want to see I will provide it. I can even show you the contract for my previous job and the communications I've had that show how hours fell off suddenly without any warning. My full address, receipt for my rent payment, etc. Whatever you need to see.
Here's what I know is going to be tricky: Paypal limited my account after the last loan I received. I've submitted all of my information to them, but they've told me it could take up to 90 days for them to review my info and unlimit my account. If anyone knows how to make this go more quickly I would love it; otherwise, I'm not sure if I'd be able to do the loan through Paypal, which I know is a red flag.
To help mitigate this, I'm willing to write you a post-dated check for the full amount (with proof that it's my bank account and everything), and I will sign a legal contract with you. You'll also get my workplace information, friends and family phone #s, etc. Anything to help you feel at ease. I'd even be willing to have a weekly phone call with you or whatever it takes to let you know that I'm on track to pay you back. This is also a HUGE reason why I'm doing installments and $500 in interest.
Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help make this process smoother! Thanks for reading.
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Now here's my story: I took a job as a contractor for a tech company here in Denver, and was promised full-time hours. Well, those hours stopped being full-time after about two weeks and since the holidays I was told there won't be work again until late this month. So I took the opportunity to find another job that wouldn't be contract.
And, good news! I got the job - and it's full-time and salaried at 75k/year. The issue here is that I won't start until the last week in January, which means I've got to find a way to pay February's rent. I borrowed $250 on this sub not long ago to help pay January's rent, which has been paid and now I just owe the $50 interest on that.
Here's what I'm thinking in terms of repayment: $500 on March 1, $500 on April 1, $500 on May 1, $500 on June 1. For a total of $2000 paid back.
I can give you anything you need to prove my identity, job offer, etc. Whatever you want to see I will provide it. I can even show you the contract for my previous job and the communications I've had that show how hours fell off suddenly without any warning. My full address, receipt for my rent payment, etc. Whatever you need to see.
Here's what I know is going to be tricky: Paypal limited my account after the last loan I received. I've submitted all of my information to them, but they've told me it could take up to 90 days for them to review my info and unlimit my account. If anyone knows how to make this go more quickly I would love it; otherwise, I'm not sure if I'd be able to do the loan through Paypal, which I know is a red flag.
To help mitigate this, I'm willing to write you a post-dated check for the full amount (with proof that it's my bank account and everything), and I will sign a legal contract with you. You'll also get my workplace information, friends and family phone #s, etc. Anything to help you feel at ease. I'd even be willing to have a weekly phone call with you or whatever it takes to let you know that I'm on track to pay you back. This is also a HUGE reason why I'm doing installments and $500 in interest.
Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help make this process smoother! Thanks for reading.
2023.04.01 06:42 PM_ME_UR_KOALA_PICS Reddit, a couple years ago I got a mosquito bite on my penis. It itched terribly for days, but the full story is so much worse than that...
I was out camping a couple years back, and after enough drinks to get us arrested had the DNR showed up, I relieved myself against a tree. Suddenly I felt something on my Dick, and I looked down to see the mosquito. That bastard mosquito. Being drunk at the time, I brushed it away and paid it no mind the rest of the night. Until I passed out and subsequently woke up to the itching. My god, the itching. In the moments before I realized it was the mosquito bite, I swear I thought an army of ants was trying to enter my dick. I was scratching so hard my tent companion smacked me, thinking I was having a drunken late night fap. "I think I have a mosquito bite on my cock," I told him, and his laughter woke the other two tents. Skip ahead to the next morning, I'm walking through Rite-aid, scratching the living shit out of my crotch the whole way to the pharmacy (Why is it ALWAYS in the back?), looking like a damn crack head having a fit. After standing in line and enduring some incredulous looks, I finally get to the counter and ask the pharmacy guy what he's got for mosquito bites. His laugh alerts everyone in earshot who hadn't already seen me to my predicament. Anyway, I get out of there with everything from calomine lotions to neosporin. I try literally everything in the bag, and at one point I poured a bit of everything into a Dixie cup and stuck my Dick in it. Nothing really helped, but at least I was relieved enough to get to sleep that night.
Brace yourself folks, it's not over. The next morning I wake up to not just an itch, but an immense pain emanating from the tip of my dick. I get into the bathroom and check my shit and what do I see? A nasty, white, zit-like bump on the tip of my penis. I touch it, and frankly, I may have cried out in pain. After attempting to treat it with the lotions I try to get dressed and realize I simply can't walk because the nasty bite is rubbing on my boxers and causing too much pain. So I do the unthinkable. If you have a recording of O Fortuna on hand you should probably play it as you visualize this next part.
I go to my desk and retrieve a push pin, the kind you use on a cork bulletin board. On my way back to the bathroom, I hesitate and wonder if what I'm about to do is worth it. I push on anyway. In the bathroom, I stare myself down, mentally preparing. I slide my boxers down and look once more at the nasty yellow-white blister on the head of my penis. I raise the push pin high. If you're doing this right, O Fortuna should be coming to a climax right about now. I bring the pin down like Brutus upon Caesar. My eyes go wide as the pain shoots up my spine and the pus shoots across my mirror. I look down at the newly formed crater on the tip of my dick and with remorse, realize that I have done nothing to help my situation.
Friends, as you may know, alcohol burns when you pour it on an open sore. Now, I'm a big guy, and I like to think I can take my fair share of pain. This however, literally brought me to my knees, and tears were shed. And for what? Nothing. Now, instead of a mere mosquito bite itching like hell on my dick, I had a mosquito bite, itching like hell, that bleeds when you scratch it. I had to call out of work for the next couple days while my dick recovered.
Let me tell you, fellow redditors, next time you go camping, heed my story. Take some damn bug spray with you.
TL;DR: Got a mosquito bite on my dick while camping. Consciously and willfully stabbed myself in my dick-head in an errant attempt to relieve it.
EDIT : To answer some common questions: "Dick" is often capitalized because i wrote this up on a Kindle and autocorrect assumed I was typing it as a name. No, I'm not going to go back and fix it. What do I look like, a guy who's not lazy? No, I don't have a picture. This story harkens back to a time before I discovered reddit. Were this a more recent event, I might have gone ahead and taken a picture, FOR SCIENCE. I didn't go to the doctor, because despite what I did to myself, I still viewed this as a mosquito bite, and not a medical emergency. That, and no insurance.
EDIT 2 : At work, no more responses for a while.
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Brace yourself folks, it's not over. The next morning I wake up to not just an itch, but an immense pain emanating from the tip of my dick. I get into the bathroom and check my shit and what do I see? A nasty, white, zit-like bump on the tip of my penis. I touch it, and frankly, I may have cried out in pain. After attempting to treat it with the lotions I try to get dressed and realize I simply can't walk because the nasty bite is rubbing on my boxers and causing too much pain. So I do the unthinkable. If you have a recording of O Fortuna on hand you should probably play it as you visualize this next part.
I go to my desk and retrieve a push pin, the kind you use on a cork bulletin board. On my way back to the bathroom, I hesitate and wonder if what I'm about to do is worth it. I push on anyway. In the bathroom, I stare myself down, mentally preparing. I slide my boxers down and look once more at the nasty yellow-white blister on the head of my penis. I raise the push pin high. If you're doing this right, O Fortuna should be coming to a climax right about now. I bring the pin down like Brutus upon Caesar. My eyes go wide as the pain shoots up my spine and the pus shoots across my mirror. I look down at the newly formed crater on the tip of my dick and with remorse, realize that I have done nothing to help my situation.
Friends, as you may know, alcohol burns when you pour it on an open sore. Now, I'm a big guy, and I like to think I can take my fair share of pain. This however, literally brought me to my knees, and tears were shed. And for what? Nothing. Now, instead of a mere mosquito bite itching like hell on my dick, I had a mosquito bite, itching like hell, that bleeds when you scratch it. I had to call out of work for the next couple days while my dick recovered.
Let me tell you, fellow redditors, next time you go camping, heed my story. Take some damn bug spray with you.
TL;DR: Got a mosquito bite on my dick while camping. Consciously and willfully stabbed myself in my dick-head in an errant attempt to relieve it.
EDIT : To answer some common questions: "Dick" is often capitalized because i wrote this up on a Kindle and autocorrect assumed I was typing it as a name. No, I'm not going to go back and fix it. What do I look like, a guy who's not lazy? No, I don't have a picture. This story harkens back to a time before I discovered reddit. Were this a more recent event, I might have gone ahead and taken a picture, FOR SCIENCE. I didn't go to the doctor, because despite what I did to myself, I still viewed this as a mosquito bite, and not a medical emergency. That, and no insurance.
EDIT 2 : At work, no more responses for a while.
2023.04.01 06:28 tryingtolearn_1234 Coincidence? Reddit user complains about chess.com over-charges on r/chess, gets death threats, Chess.com CEO suddenly announces they are stepping down
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2023.04.01 06:11 FakePlasticCards “Love you”
This is a follow up to my previous post on finding some strong evidence that my wife was possibly cheating https://www.reddit.com/Infidelity/comments/11nuh6k/love_you/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=2&utm_term=1
So after discovering the messages btw my wife and her AP, I took some time to think and decided that I would need something more concrete before I confront her. I fully expected that she would deny the allegations, and while the messages damning by themselves, were somewhat circumstantial. This would only make them more careful in the future.
I figured that going with just what I had, she would probably gonna gaslight me, or just explain it away somehow and make it seem like I’m the crazy one. And she and her AP would definitely just be more cautious in any future infidelity. I would probably need something more concrete or catch them in the act. (This proved to be the way to go on hindsight as you’ll see when you get to the end of this post)
For the initial subsequent days I tried to get into her phone more to see if I could find more communications, but she’s clearly been careful and that one time was probably one of the few times she slipped up. She had deleted the chat I saw by the next time I manage to get to her phone and there was no other 1on1 chat between the 2.
Since this was on telegram, I considered setting up her account onto my PC, so I could monitor it without her phone. This would be risky, as she could discover my unauthorised session, end it and again take extra precautions. But then I found that she had put in an additional password on it, which I couldn’t crack.
I managed to acquire a small mini camera that I could hide in the living room, to see what was going on at home while I was at work. And realising that this could be useful I put in an order for a second one.
I then realised I had a spare phone that I had loaned to her a while back that was now no longer in use but still logged onto her Apple ID along with most of her apps, except for telegram and WhatsApp which can only be active on a single mobile device at a time. I went through her ride hailing services receipts and started discovering travel to this particular location in town which she had no reason to be. Digging deeper I found more and more of these trips. They weren’t specific to a single drop off but they were all in a general vicinity of this area which had some kind of “love hotels” which allowed for a room for a 2 hours. All of these trips happened during while I was working shifts, and the ones that had a return trip, seemed like she stayed in the area for about 2-3 hours.
I’ve finally had it at this point, but again, confronting her with just this might make her just brush it aside and she might find an excuse or another for it. I decide that it was time fore to break into her telegram and get the chat on the desktop version on my computer.
Her telegram was password protected when trying to set up a session on another machine, so in a move of desperation, without being able to crack the password, I simply removed it, since that only required an OTP to be sent to her mobile device which I could easily get while she was sleeping. (For those who want to do something like this, once you’ve done so, give it a couple a minutes, since telegram in its own chat will notify you of changes to your account, I deleted these messages when they came in and hoped that she would notice them.)
The first day I didn’t discover anything, neither did I on the second day, probably because it was my day off and I was with her. But once I went back to work, she and her AP would start chatting. She was only careful if it was possible for me to get my hands on her phone, so while she wasn’t with me at home or elsewhere, she just chatted freely with the guy. From the onset there was nothing damning, but they chatted in an overtly familiar way, not something you’d expect of people who were just friends, maybe if they were best friends, but they never pretended to be that close irl. It didn’t take long for the discussion to turn tho. She mentioned me, and how my behaviour has changed to being more attentive and asking more questions, I realised I should have kept my behaviour the same, but either way this didn’t seem to trigger any flags for them. The AP asked how she felt with my sudden curiosity since they weren’t planning anything dodgy recently (this was due to both of them being busy). However they still found time for remote Netflix watching together each day. Usually she’ll work late into the night till 2-3am and usually I’ll try to be asleep by midnight cos usually I have to be up at 6am for work. And since she would be “working” she would just focus on that and not me anyway, so I didn’t see the point to be up. (COVID lockdown really blew work life balance for my wife and she’s hasn’t been able to establish clear boundaries with her workplace, and any suggestions I had to fix this were seen as nagging etc.)
So while she was working she’d watch “perfect match” on Netflix with her AP and they’ll chat on telegram about it, and due to the nature of the show and how the cast are generally morally amibiguous, it encouraged them to be more flirty and explicit in their chat. All this while she was outside watching Netflix with him (even tho he was at home) I was in the room pretending to be asleep while monitoring the chat.
All this while as they were on telegram, I kept taking screenshots to add to the growing pile of evidence I’d already acquired, knowing full well that she’d clear the chat before joining me in bed.
Pretty soon, they started making plans for their next tryst. This time in our house. I figured that I’d have to catch them at the hotel or have to rush there and catch them in the lobby atleast, then planning to meet in our home, while outright disrespectful, would be much more convenient for me.
There was gonna be a house warming at one our friends house and the group would be in attendance, I would be working that night and the few nights after that, so they planned to meet back at our house since I’d be going to work directly from our friends housewarming event.
I took time off work for that night and the night after (in case they changed plans) and planned to catch them in the deed.
At the housewarming I tried to suss out my wife’s AP ex wife to gauge if she was aware or suspicious of anything, but couldn’t manage to have a conversation without risking being overheard. Also I realised I didn’t want to risk giving my plan away in the event that she might tip them off somehow. When it was time for me to go off “work” I went off but instead circled back home.
By this time I had set up a second camera in the bedroom and also managed to find an app that I could run on my iPad to act as a camera as well, which was better as it would alert me whenever there was any movement in its view. But hiding an entire iPad to be discrete was difficult, but I managed. I could have used the spare iPhone that was on my wife’s account but I didn’t want to risk it.
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So after discovering the messages btw my wife and her AP, I took some time to think and decided that I would need something more concrete before I confront her. I fully expected that she would deny the allegations, and while the messages damning by themselves, were somewhat circumstantial. This would only make them more careful in the future.
I figured that going with just what I had, she would probably gonna gaslight me, or just explain it away somehow and make it seem like I’m the crazy one. And she and her AP would definitely just be more cautious in any future infidelity. I would probably need something more concrete or catch them in the act. (This proved to be the way to go on hindsight as you’ll see when you get to the end of this post)
For the initial subsequent days I tried to get into her phone more to see if I could find more communications, but she’s clearly been careful and that one time was probably one of the few times she slipped up. She had deleted the chat I saw by the next time I manage to get to her phone and there was no other 1on1 chat between the 2.
Since this was on telegram, I considered setting up her account onto my PC, so I could monitor it without her phone. This would be risky, as she could discover my unauthorised session, end it and again take extra precautions. But then I found that she had put in an additional password on it, which I couldn’t crack.
I managed to acquire a small mini camera that I could hide in the living room, to see what was going on at home while I was at work. And realising that this could be useful I put in an order for a second one.
I then realised I had a spare phone that I had loaned to her a while back that was now no longer in use but still logged onto her Apple ID along with most of her apps, except for telegram and WhatsApp which can only be active on a single mobile device at a time. I went through her ride hailing services receipts and started discovering travel to this particular location in town which she had no reason to be. Digging deeper I found more and more of these trips. They weren’t specific to a single drop off but they were all in a general vicinity of this area which had some kind of “love hotels” which allowed for a room for a 2 hours. All of these trips happened during while I was working shifts, and the ones that had a return trip, seemed like she stayed in the area for about 2-3 hours.
I’ve finally had it at this point, but again, confronting her with just this might make her just brush it aside and she might find an excuse or another for it. I decide that it was time fore to break into her telegram and get the chat on the desktop version on my computer.
Her telegram was password protected when trying to set up a session on another machine, so in a move of desperation, without being able to crack the password, I simply removed it, since that only required an OTP to be sent to her mobile device which I could easily get while she was sleeping. (For those who want to do something like this, once you’ve done so, give it a couple a minutes, since telegram in its own chat will notify you of changes to your account, I deleted these messages when they came in and hoped that she would notice them.)
The first day I didn’t discover anything, neither did I on the second day, probably because it was my day off and I was with her. But once I went back to work, she and her AP would start chatting. She was only careful if it was possible for me to get my hands on her phone, so while she wasn’t with me at home or elsewhere, she just chatted freely with the guy. From the onset there was nothing damning, but they chatted in an overtly familiar way, not something you’d expect of people who were just friends, maybe if they were best friends, but they never pretended to be that close irl. It didn’t take long for the discussion to turn tho. She mentioned me, and how my behaviour has changed to being more attentive and asking more questions, I realised I should have kept my behaviour the same, but either way this didn’t seem to trigger any flags for them. The AP asked how she felt with my sudden curiosity since they weren’t planning anything dodgy recently (this was due to both of them being busy). However they still found time for remote Netflix watching together each day. Usually she’ll work late into the night till 2-3am and usually I’ll try to be asleep by midnight cos usually I have to be up at 6am for work. And since she would be “working” she would just focus on that and not me anyway, so I didn’t see the point to be up. (COVID lockdown really blew work life balance for my wife and she’s hasn’t been able to establish clear boundaries with her workplace, and any suggestions I had to fix this were seen as nagging etc.)
So while she was working she’d watch “perfect match” on Netflix with her AP and they’ll chat on telegram about it, and due to the nature of the show and how the cast are generally morally amibiguous, it encouraged them to be more flirty and explicit in their chat. All this while she was outside watching Netflix with him (even tho he was at home) I was in the room pretending to be asleep while monitoring the chat.
All this while as they were on telegram, I kept taking screenshots to add to the growing pile of evidence I’d already acquired, knowing full well that she’d clear the chat before joining me in bed.
Pretty soon, they started making plans for their next tryst. This time in our house. I figured that I’d have to catch them at the hotel or have to rush there and catch them in the lobby atleast, then planning to meet in our home, while outright disrespectful, would be much more convenient for me.
There was gonna be a house warming at one our friends house and the group would be in attendance, I would be working that night and the few nights after that, so they planned to meet back at our house since I’d be going to work directly from our friends housewarming event.
I took time off work for that night and the night after (in case they changed plans) and planned to catch them in the deed.
At the housewarming I tried to suss out my wife’s AP ex wife to gauge if she was aware or suspicious of anything, but couldn’t manage to have a conversation without risking being overheard. Also I realised I didn’t want to risk giving my plan away in the event that she might tip them off somehow. When it was time for me to go off “work” I went off but instead circled back home.
By this time I had set up a second camera in the bedroom and also managed to find an app that I could run on my iPad to act as a camera as well, which was better as it would alert me whenever there was any movement in its view. But hiding an entire iPad to be discrete was difficult, but I managed. I could have used the spare iPhone that was on my wife’s account but I didn’t want to risk it.
2023.04.01 06:04 Lothli M&L April Fool's Special: A Cacophony of Mixed Nuts
Lothli woke up bright and early this Saturday, as always. Then, with a yawn, she checked her phone: April 1st.
Was there something important happening today? I don’t quite remember…
Her thoughts were quickly swept away by the mundanity of her morning routine. Pulling on clothes, brushing her teeth, doing her hair…
And so, she was entirely caught off guard when she arrived in the kitchen.
Her twin sister cackled like a madwoman, stirring a gigantic cauldron smelling burnt iron, cotton candy, and writer’s tears.
“Maishul, what exactly have you done?” Lothli sighed, ambling over to the bubbling cauldron.
“This? Oh, just a little April Fool’s prank!” the other twin giggled before pulling out a miniature figurine of a strange humanoid insect. With a snap of her fingers, the statuette grew to full size, glancing around warily.
“Oh goodness! What’s going on here?” the moth woman exclaimed, seeming more confused than frightened. “What kind of insect are you? I’ve never seen anyone with just four limbs like you two!”
Lothli turned to Maishul, a frown on her face. “Is this Minerva? Did you STEAL her? We’re going to get banned, you know.”
The other twin continued cackling, heedless of Lothli’s wrath. “No, no, I got permission! Look!”
Indeed, the paper Maishul pulled out did have the signatures of one, two… how many authors?!
“Maishul, what the heck have you done?” Lothli huffed. “This is— how do we—”
“Excuse me, but I believe I may be lost?” Minerva asked, her wings fluttering nervously. “While I would love to ask the two of you some questions, I need to return to my lab, if you could point me in the right direction?”
“Oh, I apologize, Dr. Minerva. You’re currently experiencing a dream. Please do forget about this,” Lothli sighed before snapping her fingers and reverting the insectoid woman to her figurine form.
“How exactly are we going to explain this to Polaris?” Lothli deadpanned with her gaze on her happy-go-lucky sibling.
“Oh, I have a good ‘ol industrial barrel of Remove-Yo-Memory. I’m sure it’ll turn out fine!” Maishul grinned back. “Look, look! Let me show you what wonderful scenes I’ve cooked up for everyone!”
Scene One: Art’s Very Bad, No Good Day
I was not having a good day. First, I was thrown into yet another random plane of existence. Dimension hopping was something I wanted to experience no more than one time in my life; thank you very much. And yet, here I was. In yet another random plane of existence with absolutely no say.
“Iklem.”
Second all, I found myself surrounded by these strange creatures. Four legs, shimmering black pelt, bizarre snake-like neck, flat head, creepy singular eye, and that weirdly human voice. Definitely not a fan.
“Iklem.”
The three Iklems crept—
Ahem. The plural of Iklem is Iklemli, Art.
And thirdly, that obnoxious voice ringing out in my head. Who was that? Why were they in my head? And why could they read my thoughts?
Fine. The three Iklemli crept closer and closer, predatory intent clear. I backed away slowly before my phone suddenly burst out with the cheery tune of Weird Al singing, “Just eat it (eat it), eat it (eat it)...”
“I’m in the mother of all situations here, Demoness, and you choose a freaking parody song? Can you at least tell me what the hell is happening here?” I snarled into my phone’s mic, watching the approaching monsters closely.
“M’dear, I hate to say it, but I have no clue what’s happening.” The slight strain in the Demoness’s usually sultry voice gave me pause. That Demoness? Confused? I really was in some deep shit, wasn’t I?
“Could you at least tell me what an Iklem is?” I said, imitating those creatures as best I could.
“My love, how do I explain this? As best as I could tell, at least five foreign dimensions have been forced together into one singular mess. And whoever did it had no grace or finesse at all.”
Tell the Demoness that she has no grace or finesse, either! Hmph!
Rolling my eyes, I communicated the feelings of my new head neighbor to the Demoness.
“Well, dear, tell your new friend that they should consider undoing this fiasco,” the Demoness replied with a sigh. “Whatever the case is, those Iklemli you mentioned are from one of those other dimensions. I can’t tell you a thing about them.”
With that good news, I turned back to the advancing beasts. This was going to be a fun one…
“Maishul, you can’t just break the fourth wall and shove your thoughts into the scene,” Lothli huffed, shaking her head.
“Pfffft!” Maishul blew a raspberry before turning back to her abomination of a cauldron.
“Also, you can’t just swap to first-person narration. We’re in third-person narration.”
“Well, Matt writes in first-person. And I respect our fellow author’s intent; thank you very much!”
Lothli raised an eyebrow in response before pointing to the bubbling cauldron of doom. “You call THAT respecting our fellow authors’ intents?”
“They gave permission!” Maishul pouted before turning back to her inglorious creation. “And you won’t complain once you see my next glorious scene!”
Scene Two: Sloth Squared
Pride’s scowl only grew deeper as he dragged his erstwhile companion along. The swampland around them had warped into a blooming forest, with trees looming large overhead. The various fully intact buildings were most concerning, indicating that the pair had passed into a rift.
“Sloth, GET UP!” he hissed, shaking the lazy layabout.
“Huh? Wuzzit? I’m sleepin…” Sloth snored, already back asleep.
“We’ve got a MAJOR problem here. Pretty sure a rift opened around us, so stay on guard!”
Sloth blearily stumbled to his feet before glancing wide-eyed at his surroundings.
“Holy cow, you’re right! I didn’t even notice. But, man, Pride, I’m so tired… I…” Sloth stumbled a bit further before faceplanting directly into a bed of flowers.
“Dammit, Sloth. This is ridiculous, even for your standards.” Pride leaned down to pick Sloth back up, but something strange was afoot. As soon as he leaned down, an overwhelming surge of exhaustion passed through him as well, and he collapsed on top of his companion.
“Dude, you’re sleeping right on top of a good patch. Can you two move?” A voice lazily drifted into Pride’s mind before he rocketed up ramrod straight.
“Hwa— what!? Oh. A rifter.” Pride composed himself as he stared down at the man who awoke him. About five foot six, with short white hair and red eyes.
“Uh, I’m not a rifter or whatever you just called me. I’m Clear, prince of Sloth. And you?” Clear tilted his head.
“Prince… of me? Ehehe, there’s no prince of me…” Sloth murmured in his sleep.
“Typical rifter, spewing nonsense. Come on, you lazy bum. We’re gonna hide before this gets violent.” Pride turned to drag Sloth away but found his legs unwilling to move.
“Hey, man. C’mon now. You haven’t noticed you’re in a dream yet?” Clear said, his hand extended. “Let’s just talk, alright?”
Pride struggled for a few more moments, then back at Clear. “Alright, alright, never seen a rifter do that before. Calm down, yeah? I’ll chat until this rift collapses.”
“So please, introduce yourself properly this time,” Clear responded, freeing Pride with a flick of his hand.
“Right. I’m Pride, that’s Sloth.” Pride pointed at himself, then at his companion. “Can we go?” “No. Please explain what you are doing here and those wings on your back.” Clear yawned. “Also, don’t use our nation’s name as a moniker. It’s probably disrespectful… or something. Eh, we don’t actually care that much.”
“Huh? We’re here because your stupid rift pulled us in,” Pride hissed. “And these wings? We were born with ’em. No story here. Also, pretty sure we were the ones who had those names first.”
“Eh, the kingdom of Pride wouldn’t be very happy to hear about that,” Clear responded. “But whatever, man. Things have been rather chill ever since a random blob named Sparky fell on top of the Demon King and ate him or whatever. So enjoy the nap, I guess. Mind if I join in?”
Pride rolled his eyes before scooting over to allow Clear access to the flowers. Before long, Sloth and Clear were snuggled up together, much to the chagrin of Pride.
“What the hell am I supposed to do now?”
“Aren’t they just the cutest?!” Maishul exclaimed. “We should make that our newest OTP. I bet Haru would approve.”
“Please don’t ship characters across two different SerSuns,” Lothli replied with a shake of her head. “Also what was that about Sparky eating the Demon King—”
“OKAYNEXTSCENE!!”
Scene Three: Machines, Demons, and The World Tree
There was a rather strange rash of oddly dressed folk in Lugavya lately. Or rather, just odd folk in general.
Rumors flew of a human with bird wings who passed over the town, carried through hurried whispers between the residents. A strange man with fierce red eyes insisting on making ‘deals,’ much to the annoyance of passersby trying to get through their day.
Lena and Veska had met to investigate, unable to keep themselves still while such strange events abounded. No sooner had the two exchanged greetings did two strange men approach, flagrantly discarding any sensibilities on their right to free speech.
“Hello!” the younger one called out before getting his head gently bonked by the older.
“W-what was it? Oh! The greeting we use should have been ‘well met,’ right?” the teenage boy puzzled himself, rubbing his head.
“No. Firstly, as foreign visitors, we do not use that greeting. Secondly, we do not greet them. They greet us,” the older whispered, turning his eyes to Lena and Veska. It seemed at least one of them remembered their manners.
“Peace, strangers. We will not begrudge you for your transgressions. Tell me, what business have you with us?” Lena began.
“We are looking for directions. We have lost our way. Please, would you tell us our current location? Latitude and longitude are preferred, but any notable landmarks will do.” The older man bowed slightly, with the younger following shortly after.
Latitude? Longitude? These words were unfamiliar to Lena and Veska.
“This is Lugavya. Home to Alvedos, the World Tree?” Veska explained, an eyebrow raised. Were these folks raised under a rock or something?
The two men conversed among themselves, their frowns deepening.
“Apologies, but I am unaware of Lugavya. Could you perhaps point us in the direction of the United States?” the older asked, tilting his head slightly.
“Oh, and if you know of any demons, could you put in a word for me? I can’t figure out the ritual to get home without one of them…” the younger added.
The United States? Demons? More unfamiliar terms. Lena and Veska knew these newcomers were oddballs, but this was a bit much.
“I’m sorry—really! But we simply don’t have the knowledge to help the two of you. Perhaps you could head to the Foresters? I’ll give you their location.” Lena rattled off directions to the nearby Foresters’ hall.
“Thank you very much.” The older man stalked off after a stiff bow, and the younger man quickly followed.
“Sticks and stones, what is the world coming to?”
“Was that Megan’s SerSun? All that intricately balanced worldbuilding, and you just shoved random crap in.” Lothli barely held back a sigh. “Also, you didn’t even introduce those two characters. How are our readers supposed to know who they are?”
“This is left as an exercise to the reader,” Maishul tittered into the camera before returning to the glorious mess in her cauldron.
“Next scene!”
Scene Four: The One With No Chill
There wasn’t much that could faze a Huntress.
It was often said that their wills were unshakable. Nothing could cause them to stop them from single-mindedly accomplishing their goal. And yet, Olivia stood dead in her tracks, staring at the abomination across the Dam square.
“I AM OLIVIA. DARK HUNTRESS. SMASHER OF SQUEAKERS. AND THE ONE WITH NO CHILL,” the awful creature that vaguely resembled Olivia boomed.
“That young lass a friend of yours?” Barlow remarked, barely holding back a chuckle.
“Nope.” Olivia chucked one of her daggers at the offending sight, but she deflected the blade with a ripple of its musculature.
“You are weak. You have no strength. Witness me, false Olivia.” The muscle monster took up a ridiculous pose, her muscles overtly flexing.
“I will destroy you. And after that, I will destroy your creator. And I’ll salt your entire bloodline, while I’m at it,” Olivia snarled.
“I would like to see you try, false Olivia. Last time, I was overcome by the power of the Deus Ex Machina. But this time, I will not be struck down.” The monster took a step forward, the cobblestones cracking under her feet.
Olivia flinched. A Huntress does not feel fear. A Huntress does not back down. Yet… in the face of this horrible being… Her mind recalled the near-death experience she had with the Beast. Did she really want to face that again?
She shook her head, clearing it. No. She would finish this. Olivia raced at the mocking facsimile of herself, her onyx daggers at the ready. As she drew closer, she summoned every ounce of strength and struck.
As Olivia flew through the air, the world seemed to slow down.
Ah… this feels… familiar…
“‘Admittedly, Huntress, you are quite the entertainer—”
“No!” Lothli slapped the figurines out of Maishul’s hands, sinking them into the dreadful mire of the cauldron below. “You can’t reuse that line for the third time!”
“But you used it, Lothli. That’s hypocritical!” Maishul harrumphed.
“Yes, because it was the first time we used it. You can’t just reuse jokes like that!” Lothli glared. “And don’t think I forgot about that comment Clear made about Sparky. What. Exactly. Did you do?”
“Uhm, uhh…” Maishul stuttered. “W-Well, I maybe kinda spilled some my Story-Breaking-Plot-Devices into the cauldron on accident…”
“Your WHATS?!” Lothli stared at her twin in disbelief.
“Uhh, it wasn’t a big deal or anything. Just, uh... Scarlet, the Demon King, Sparky, Wan, Pre-Geas Dread Lord Ardus, the plague from, the Deus Ex Machina, the Beast, and the entirety of the United States’ arsenal of nuclear weaponry.”
Lothli shook her head with a sigh. “I’m pretty sure you caused mass human extinction at least three times over.”
“Well! No time to worry about it! Next scene!”
Scene Five: Bea and Ophelia Discover The Wonders of Nuclear Physics
Bea and Ophelia stared at the booklet that had just materialized before them. “Maishul’s Simple Guide to Stealing and Utilizing the Entirety of the United States’ Arsenal of Nuclear Weaponry: For Dummies!” The booklet was decorated with garish stickers of rainbows and glitter, along with cartoonish mushroom clouds.
With a glance at Ophelia, Bea picked up the book. Immediately, her mind was flooded with images and knowledge. Where exactly every nuclear silo in the United States was located. The launch codes and how to bypass the two-key rule. The birth and loving families of each and every nuclear warhead…?
“Bea? Dear? Are you alright?” Ophelia shook Bea gently, concerned. Bea wordlessly handed over the booklet and watched the same information flow through her. The two shared a meaningful glance before turning the manual over. A bright red button sat there, glowing ominously amongst the childish stickers and drawings of shocked faces.
“This is absolutely too dangerous to be left just lying around,” Bea murmured, staring at the booklet intently. Maybe it was a prank some lesser fae put together to induce some concerning but ultimately harmless illusions. But deep down, the two knew this was far more sinister than a simple prank. Plus, there was no fae named “Maishul” that either of them knew of.
“I’m going to have to seal this thing away with the strongest magic I have,” Ophelia declared. With a wave of her hand, ethereal chains weaved around the book. Magical seals whirled through the air, all concentrated on the offending manual. The horrors of nuclear annihilation have been contained with a final clap of her hands.
For around five seconds. Immediately after the ritual was complete, as if to spite Ophelia’s work, a glowing sword descended from the heavens, slicing through the glowing chains and seals like butter. The two barely managed to glimpse the name written on the side: “The Deus Ex Machina,” before the blade landed squarely on the big red button with a satisfying click!
“Shit.”
“So what exactly were you saying about ‘not worrying about it’?” Lothli shook her head in dismay. “How are we going to explain this mess to their poor, poor writers? What are we going to say to Bay?”
“It’ll be fine! I’m not breaking any of the rules on shortstories, which means I totally can’t be banned!” Maishul quipped cheerily.
“That is 100% not how it works.” Lothli crossed her arms. “Don’t drag me down with you.”
“I dunno! You’ll bail me out, right?” Maishul shrugged before returning to her appalling project. “Next scene!”
Scene Six: Sanguia Loses a Fight
These were the end times. The world felt… sideways. The government was in shambles. A plague that turned people into fine, yellow dust had apparently appeared, sweeping the continent from east to west. Yet, there was nothing I could do. Right in front of me, I had my own foes to contend with on the roof of Holos Lucidium.
On my right was a shapeless mass, writhing and transforming, throwing vicious barbs my way. It never introduced itself, but I knew its name from within myself: the Beast.
On my left was a much more innocent figure, at least on the surface. He had slicked-back black hair, brown eyes simmering with self-assured pride, and an easy smirk. And to cap it off, he introduced himself promptly and with great gusto; he was Dread Lord Ardus.
I could attempt to flee, but what purpose would that serve? Even if I got away, which my gut told me was highly unlikely, I would be abandoning my guild to die to these two monsters. So no. I stood my ground here.
“Sanguia. Member of Holos Lucidium.” I balanced my stance between my two flanks, watching both. With a smirk from Ardus and a ripple from the Beast, the fight began.
I quickly discarded the idea of even fighting the rippling mass on my right. It had no blood I could control, and impacting it with my blade would make me stuck. But the Dread Lord was no slouch, either.
As I rushed at Ardus, a tingle in my spine screamed at me to duck. I tucked into a combat roll as a great blast of flame roared right where I used to be.
“Fiesty, aren’t you? Well, that’s what makes it fun,” the Dread Lord growled, licking his lips.
I had no time to respond as a raging, shimmering bull attempted to ram its gleaming horns directly through me. I sprung off the ground, landing just behind the writhing bull. There was no time to go on the offensive; it took all I could to stay alive.
“Stop struggling, Interloper,” the Beast snarled. “I have plans I have to attend to. Plans that do not involve you.”
I kept the undulating mass between myself and my second opponent. My only hope was to promote crossfire. The dagger I held in my right hand felt woefully inadequate for this task.
“You heard the fella. I’ll end this, here and now.” Ardus thrust his hand straight up into the air as if grasping something far above him.
“Dread Lord. May I take this as a sign of betrayal?” The Beast rumbled, a dangerous edge to its voice.
“Nah, I never said I was working with you. You’re too… icky for my tastes.” The Dread Lord tapped his chin thoughtfully. “It’s a good thing you’ll be obliterated in an instant. Ta ta!”
I looked up with a heavy heart, knowing how outclassed I was. There was barely time to say goodbye before a massive ball of light enveloped me in its all-consuming shine. The last thing I managed to think was:
That was an utterly unfair fight.
“Well, the protagonist of our SerSun just died. What now?” Lothli looked at the cauldron in dismay.
“Hey, it’s not so bad! Scarlet is still alive, right?” Maishul dug around in the cauldron before pulling out yet another distended scene. “Look! Here she is!”
“What… is that?” Lothli looked at the scene with equal parts awe and disgust.
“Oh! Well, I really liked Fye’s SerSun, so I made my own! Isn’t it great?”
“Maishul, I think you missed the entire point of his SerSun. Where’s the inter-character drama? Where’s the mystery? Where’s the actual HISTORY?” Lothli poked the off-kilter scene with distaste. “This version of the story is just <Murder.>.”
“Well too bad, dear ‘ol sis! Here! We! Go!”
Scene Seven: Murder Without the History
Hi, I’m Benedict Lushon, Ben for short. Somehow, I think I just unlocked the secret to teleportation. I stand in the middle of the mansion’s dining room, feeling my stomach turn violently. One moment, I was chained in front of a cackling Kyle, and the next thing I know, we’re back in this blasted room. I crane my head, checking who else is here.
Teddy, check. His monocle and top hat are still crooked as he looks around the room, just as confused as I.
Cornell, check. Unfortunately, he still seems to be out cold.
Kyle, check. Wait—
I stride up to Kyle and grab onto his lapels. “What exactly have you done?” I say, shaking him back and forth.
Unfortunately, he seems even more confused by the current events than I am, judging by the bulging eyes and frothing at the mouth.
“W-What exactly happened here!? We were just— and then—” my former coworker manages to sputter out before a booming feminine voice rings out from the walls.
“Heya! What’s up, characters! It’s me, ya girl Maishul, back at it again with another fun murdery twist!” The cheery voice that booms out from the walls contrasts with all the horrors we’ve seen thus far. Also, who talks like this? Did we get kidnapped by one of those Instagram influencers? Ugh, I hate those kinds of people.
“Who are you?! What have you done?!” Kyle screams, his voice cracking. “I have waited YEARS to take my revenge on these fools, and you—”
“Oh. You.” The voice seems displeased at the interruption. “Sorry, I didn’t think your Tuffy plotline was interesting, so I retconned it!”
Now, that was the mark of a bad writer. As a future multi-bestselling author, I know that one of the most sinful things a writer can do is randomly retcon the story. I’m confident this random influencer girl will never go anywhere in her writing career.
“YOU! We were known as the Tufforo family, and we—” Kyle rages before being cut off by the voice again.
“Sorry, don’t care.” A piece of duct tape manifests itself directly onto Kyle’s mouth. I would find it funny if it didn’t demonstrate how supernatural this influencer’s power seems.
“Anyways! Here’s the rules. I’m not really good at that being cryptic thing, so it’ll be easy!” the voice announces with glee. “Here’s my super special sparkly OC, do not steal, known as Scarlet, Scourge of the Americas. She’ll try and chase you down! She wins when you’re all dead. You all win when, I don’t know, she dies of old age or something. You can try to kill her; it won’t work!”
‘Super special sparkly OC, do not steal?’ So, what, did I find myself in some hellish parody of Earth? That must be it. This must all be a very terrible dream. I sincerely hope that none of my readers would ever consider making fanfiction like this of my stories.
“By jove, those rules seem downright unfair!” Teddy finally seems to have found his voice. “Please, good madam, could you let us go? We have already suffered at the hands of that accursed man—”
“Lalala, can’t hear you!” the girl’s voice sang out. “Here she comes! Give it up for… Scarlet!”
A hidden panel drops a… rather regular-looking young woman onto the floor. Why, if I were in charge, I would have ensured that my villain would have a spectacular appearance. Someone as fascinating and spellbinding as Jack the Ripper—
Scarlet dashes at Kyle and [REDACTED]
… … Technical Difficulties
“MAISHUL! What the hell was that?! Is that how you talk when I’m not around? And what the hell was that last section?” Lothli furiously slapped the tortured scene back into the accursed project bubbling menacingly below.
“Well, Scarlet’s kinda messy, so I tried to cover it up,” Maishul pouted. “Also, I was just trying to liven up the scene a bit! Kyle’s so BORING. He speaks in RIDDLES and they make my brain HURT.”
“That’s because you don’t have a single brain cell in that head of yours,” Lothli huffed. “Don’t make such sweeping changes to people’s stories!”
“Well… dear sis, could I trouble you for a favor, since I’m so head empty ‘n all?” Maishul smiled her widest, most brilliant smile.
“What.” The other twin glared back, unimpressed.
“Well, if you don’t want the two of us to get banned, can you help me separate these stories back out? Please?” With a fluttering of her eyelashes and a winsome wink, this would undoubtedly win her sister to her side—
“Deal with it yourself. I’m going to hand out apologies.” Lothli had no sympathy for her twin’s plight.
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Maishul cried. For now, she was burdened with her least favorite task; actual work.
And thus, this tale comes to a close. Nevertheless, its name will ring true throughout the land as the legendary fable known only as “In the Shadow of Machines, Scarlet, and the In Between Geas and the Beginning of the Demon Murder History: Dissonance, also How Did We Get Here?”
Thank you very much for your time. And apologies for my sister.
Lothli, signing off.
Credits: Maishul, Lothli, FTF!Olivia, and the Deus Ex Machina, from u/Lothli’s FTF Serial,
Special thanks to u/OldBayJ, which this fantastic feature would be impossible without.
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Was there something important happening today? I don’t quite remember…
Her thoughts were quickly swept away by the mundanity of her morning routine. Pulling on clothes, brushing her teeth, doing her hair…
And so, she was entirely caught off guard when she arrived in the kitchen.
Her twin sister cackled like a madwoman, stirring a gigantic cauldron smelling burnt iron, cotton candy, and writer’s tears.
“Maishul, what exactly have you done?” Lothli sighed, ambling over to the bubbling cauldron.
“This? Oh, just a little April Fool’s prank!” the other twin giggled before pulling out a miniature figurine of a strange humanoid insect. With a snap of her fingers, the statuette grew to full size, glancing around warily.
“Oh goodness! What’s going on here?” the moth woman exclaimed, seeming more confused than frightened. “What kind of insect are you? I’ve never seen anyone with just four limbs like you two!”
Lothli turned to Maishul, a frown on her face. “Is this Minerva? Did you STEAL her? We’re going to get banned, you know.”
The other twin continued cackling, heedless of Lothli’s wrath. “No, no, I got permission! Look!”
Indeed, the paper Maishul pulled out did have the signatures of one, two… how many authors?!
“Maishul, what the heck have you done?” Lothli huffed. “This is— how do we—”
“Excuse me, but I believe I may be lost?” Minerva asked, her wings fluttering nervously. “While I would love to ask the two of you some questions, I need to return to my lab, if you could point me in the right direction?”
“Oh, I apologize, Dr. Minerva. You’re currently experiencing a dream. Please do forget about this,” Lothli sighed before snapping her fingers and reverting the insectoid woman to her figurine form.
“How exactly are we going to explain this to Polaris?” Lothli deadpanned with her gaze on her happy-go-lucky sibling.
“Oh, I have a good ‘ol industrial barrel of Remove-Yo-Memory. I’m sure it’ll turn out fine!” Maishul grinned back. “Look, look! Let me show you what wonderful scenes I’ve cooked up for everyone!”
I was not having a good day. First, I was thrown into yet another random plane of existence. Dimension hopping was something I wanted to experience no more than one time in my life; thank you very much. And yet, here I was. In yet another random plane of existence with absolutely no say.
“Iklem.”
Second all, I found myself surrounded by these strange creatures. Four legs, shimmering black pelt, bizarre snake-like neck, flat head, creepy singular eye, and that weirdly human voice. Definitely not a fan.
“Iklem.”
The three Iklems crept—
Ahem. The plural of Iklem is Iklemli, Art.
And thirdly, that obnoxious voice ringing out in my head. Who was that? Why were they in my head? And why could they read my thoughts?
Fine. The three Iklemli crept closer and closer, predatory intent clear. I backed away slowly before my phone suddenly burst out with the cheery tune of Weird Al singing, “Just eat it (eat it), eat it (eat it)...”
“I’m in the mother of all situations here, Demoness, and you choose a freaking parody song? Can you at least tell me what the hell is happening here?” I snarled into my phone’s mic, watching the approaching monsters closely.
“M’dear, I hate to say it, but I have no clue what’s happening.” The slight strain in the Demoness’s usually sultry voice gave me pause. That Demoness? Confused? I really was in some deep shit, wasn’t I?
“Could you at least tell me what an Iklem is?” I said, imitating those creatures as best I could.
“My love, how do I explain this? As best as I could tell, at least five foreign dimensions have been forced together into one singular mess. And whoever did it had no grace or finesse at all.”
Tell the Demoness that she has no grace or finesse, either! Hmph!
Rolling my eyes, I communicated the feelings of my new head neighbor to the Demoness.
“Well, dear, tell your new friend that they should consider undoing this fiasco,” the Demoness replied with a sigh. “Whatever the case is, those Iklemli you mentioned are from one of those other dimensions. I can’t tell you a thing about them.”
With that good news, I turned back to the advancing beasts. This was going to be a fun one…
“Pfffft!” Maishul blew a raspberry before turning back to her abomination of a cauldron.
“Also, you can’t just swap to first-person narration. We’re in third-person narration.”
“Well, Matt writes in first-person. And I respect our fellow author’s intent; thank you very much!”
Lothli raised an eyebrow in response before pointing to the bubbling cauldron of doom. “You call THAT respecting our fellow authors’ intents?”
“They gave permission!” Maishul pouted before turning back to her inglorious creation. “And you won’t complain once you see my next glorious scene!”
Pride’s scowl only grew deeper as he dragged his erstwhile companion along. The swampland around them had warped into a blooming forest, with trees looming large overhead. The various fully intact buildings were most concerning, indicating that the pair had passed into a rift.
“Sloth, GET UP!” he hissed, shaking the lazy layabout.
“Huh? Wuzzit? I’m sleepin…” Sloth snored, already back asleep.
“We’ve got a MAJOR problem here. Pretty sure a rift opened around us, so stay on guard!”
Sloth blearily stumbled to his feet before glancing wide-eyed at his surroundings.
“Holy cow, you’re right! I didn’t even notice. But, man, Pride, I’m so tired… I…” Sloth stumbled a bit further before faceplanting directly into a bed of flowers.
“Dammit, Sloth. This is ridiculous, even for your standards.” Pride leaned down to pick Sloth back up, but something strange was afoot. As soon as he leaned down, an overwhelming surge of exhaustion passed through him as well, and he collapsed on top of his companion.
“Hwa— what!? Oh. A rifter.” Pride composed himself as he stared down at the man who awoke him. About five foot six, with short white hair and red eyes.
“Uh, I’m not a rifter or whatever you just called me. I’m Clear, prince of Sloth. And you?” Clear tilted his head.
“Prince… of me? Ehehe, there’s no prince of me…” Sloth murmured in his sleep.
“Typical rifter, spewing nonsense. Come on, you lazy bum. We’re gonna hide before this gets violent.” Pride turned to drag Sloth away but found his legs unwilling to move.
“Hey, man. C’mon now. You haven’t noticed you’re in a dream yet?” Clear said, his hand extended. “Let’s just talk, alright?”
Pride struggled for a few more moments, then back at Clear. “Alright, alright, never seen a rifter do that before. Calm down, yeah? I’ll chat until this rift collapses.”
“So please, introduce yourself properly this time,” Clear responded, freeing Pride with a flick of his hand.
“Right. I’m Pride, that’s Sloth.” Pride pointed at himself, then at his companion. “Can we go?” “No. Please explain what you are doing here and those wings on your back.” Clear yawned. “Also, don’t use our nation’s name as a moniker. It’s probably disrespectful… or something. Eh, we don’t actually care that much.”
“Huh? We’re here because your stupid rift pulled us in,” Pride hissed. “And these wings? We were born with ’em. No story here. Also, pretty sure we were the ones who had those names first.”
“Eh, the kingdom of Pride wouldn’t be very happy to hear about that,” Clear responded. “But whatever, man. Things have been rather chill ever since a random blob named Sparky fell on top of the Demon King and ate him or whatever. So enjoy the nap, I guess. Mind if I join in?”
Pride rolled his eyes before scooting over to allow Clear access to the flowers. Before long, Sloth and Clear were snuggled up together, much to the chagrin of Pride.
“What the hell am I supposed to do now?”
“Please don’t ship characters across two different SerSuns,” Lothli replied with a shake of her head. “Also what was that about Sparky eating the Demon King—”
“OKAYNEXTSCENE!!”
There was a rather strange rash of oddly dressed folk in Lugavya lately. Or rather, just odd folk in general.
Rumors flew of a human with bird wings who passed over the town, carried through hurried whispers between the residents. A strange man with fierce red eyes insisting on making ‘deals,’ much to the annoyance of passersby trying to get through their day.
Lena and Veska had met to investigate, unable to keep themselves still while such strange events abounded. No sooner had the two exchanged greetings did two strange men approach, flagrantly discarding any sensibilities on their right to free speech.
“Hello!” the younger one called out before getting his head gently bonked by the older.
“W-what was it? Oh! The greeting we use should have been ‘well met,’ right?” the teenage boy puzzled himself, rubbing his head.
“No. Firstly, as foreign visitors, we do not use that greeting. Secondly, we do not greet them. They greet us,” the older whispered, turning his eyes to Lena and Veska. It seemed at least one of them remembered their manners.
“Peace, strangers. We will not begrudge you for your transgressions. Tell me, what business have you with us?” Lena began.
“We are looking for directions. We have lost our way. Please, would you tell us our current location? Latitude and longitude are preferred, but any notable landmarks will do.” The older man bowed slightly, with the younger following shortly after.
Latitude? Longitude? These words were unfamiliar to Lena and Veska.
“This is Lugavya. Home to Alvedos, the World Tree?” Veska explained, an eyebrow raised. Were these folks raised under a rock or something?
The two men conversed among themselves, their frowns deepening.
“Apologies, but I am unaware of Lugavya. Could you perhaps point us in the direction of the United States?” the older asked, tilting his head slightly.
“Oh, and if you know of any demons, could you put in a word for me? I can’t figure out the ritual to get home without one of them…” the younger added.
The United States? Demons? More unfamiliar terms. Lena and Veska knew these newcomers were oddballs, but this was a bit much.
“I’m sorry—really! But we simply don’t have the knowledge to help the two of you. Perhaps you could head to the Foresters? I’ll give you their location.” Lena rattled off directions to the nearby Foresters’ hall.
“Thank you very much.” The older man stalked off after a stiff bow, and the younger man quickly followed.
“Sticks and stones, what is the world coming to?”
“This is left as an exercise to the reader,” Maishul tittered into the camera before returning to the glorious mess in her cauldron.
“Next scene!”
There wasn’t much that could faze a Huntress.
It was often said that their wills were unshakable. Nothing could cause them to stop them from single-mindedly accomplishing their goal. And yet, Olivia stood dead in her tracks, staring at the abomination across the Dam square.
“I AM OLIVIA. DARK HUNTRESS. SMASHER OF SQUEAKERS. AND THE ONE WITH NO CHILL,” the awful creature that vaguely resembled Olivia boomed.
“That young lass a friend of yours?” Barlow remarked, barely holding back a chuckle.
“Nope.” Olivia chucked one of her daggers at the offending sight, but she deflected the blade with a ripple of its musculature.
“You are weak. You have no strength. Witness me, false Olivia.” The muscle monster took up a ridiculous pose, her muscles overtly flexing.
“I will destroy you. And after that, I will destroy your creator. And I’ll salt your entire bloodline, while I’m at it,” Olivia snarled.
“I would like to see you try, false Olivia. Last time, I was overcome by the power of the Deus Ex Machina. But this time, I will not be struck down.” The monster took a step forward, the cobblestones cracking under her feet.
Olivia flinched. A Huntress does not feel fear. A Huntress does not back down. Yet… in the face of this horrible being… Her mind recalled the near-death experience she had with the Beast. Did she really want to face that again?
She shook her head, clearing it. No. She would finish this. Olivia raced at the mocking facsimile of herself, her onyx daggers at the ready. As she drew closer, she summoned every ounce of strength and struck.
As Olivia flew through the air, the world seemed to slow down.
Ah… this feels… familiar…
“‘Admittedly, Huntress, you are quite the entertainer—”
“But you used it, Lothli. That’s hypocritical!” Maishul harrumphed.
“Yes, because it was the first time we used it. You can’t just reuse jokes like that!” Lothli glared. “And don’t think I forgot about that comment Clear made about Sparky. What. Exactly. Did you do?”
“Uhm, uhh…” Maishul stuttered. “W-Well, I maybe kinda spilled some my Story-Breaking-Plot-Devices into the cauldron on accident…”
“Your WHATS?!” Lothli stared at her twin in disbelief.
“Uhh, it wasn’t a big deal or anything. Just, uh... Scarlet, the Demon King, Sparky, Wan, Pre-Geas Dread Lord Ardus, the plague from
Lothli shook her head with a sigh. “I’m pretty sure you caused mass human extinction at least three times over.”
“Well! No time to worry about it! Next scene!”
Bea and Ophelia stared at the booklet that had just materialized before them. “Maishul’s Simple Guide to Stealing and Utilizing the Entirety of the United States’ Arsenal of Nuclear Weaponry: For Dummies!” The booklet was decorated with garish stickers of rainbows and glitter, along with cartoonish mushroom clouds.
With a glance at Ophelia, Bea picked up the book. Immediately, her mind was flooded with images and knowledge. Where exactly every nuclear silo in the United States was located. The launch codes and how to bypass the two-key rule. The birth and loving families of each and every nuclear warhead…?
“Bea? Dear? Are you alright?” Ophelia shook Bea gently, concerned. Bea wordlessly handed over the booklet and watched the same information flow through her. The two shared a meaningful glance before turning the manual over. A bright red button sat there, glowing ominously amongst the childish stickers and drawings of shocked faces.
“This is absolutely too dangerous to be left just lying around,” Bea murmured, staring at the booklet intently. Maybe it was a prank some lesser fae put together to induce some concerning but ultimately harmless illusions. But deep down, the two knew this was far more sinister than a simple prank. Plus, there was no fae named “Maishul” that either of them knew of.
“I’m going to have to seal this thing away with the strongest magic I have,” Ophelia declared. With a wave of her hand, ethereal chains weaved around the book. Magical seals whirled through the air, all concentrated on the offending manual. The horrors of nuclear annihilation have been contained with a final clap of her hands.
For around five seconds. Immediately after the ritual was complete, as if to spite Ophelia’s work, a glowing sword descended from the heavens, slicing through the glowing chains and seals like butter. The two barely managed to glimpse the name written on the side: “The Deus Ex Machina,” before the blade landed squarely on the big red button with a satisfying click!
“Shit.”
“It’ll be fine! I’m not breaking any of the rules on shortstories, which means I totally can’t be banned!” Maishul quipped cheerily.
“That is 100% not how it works.” Lothli crossed her arms. “Don’t drag me down with you.”
“I dunno! You’ll bail me out, right?” Maishul shrugged before returning to her appalling project. “Next scene!”
These were the end times. The world felt… sideways. The government was in shambles. A plague that turned people into fine, yellow dust had apparently appeared, sweeping the continent from east to west. Yet, there was nothing I could do. Right in front of me, I had my own foes to contend with on the roof of Holos Lucidium.
On my right was a shapeless mass, writhing and transforming, throwing vicious barbs my way. It never introduced itself, but I knew its name from within myself: the Beast.
On my left was a much more innocent figure, at least on the surface. He had slicked-back black hair, brown eyes simmering with self-assured pride, and an easy smirk. And to cap it off, he introduced himself promptly and with great gusto; he was Dread Lord Ardus.
I could attempt to flee, but what purpose would that serve? Even if I got away, which my gut told me was highly unlikely, I would be abandoning my guild to die to these two monsters. So no. I stood my ground here.
“Sanguia. Member of Holos Lucidium.” I balanced my stance between my two flanks, watching both. With a smirk from Ardus and a ripple from the Beast, the fight began.
I quickly discarded the idea of even fighting the rippling mass on my right. It had no blood I could control, and impacting it with my blade would make me stuck. But the Dread Lord was no slouch, either.
As I rushed at Ardus, a tingle in my spine screamed at me to duck. I tucked into a combat roll as a great blast of flame roared right where I used to be.
“Fiesty, aren’t you? Well, that’s what makes it fun,” the Dread Lord growled, licking his lips.
I had no time to respond as a raging, shimmering bull attempted to ram its gleaming horns directly through me. I sprung off the ground, landing just behind the writhing bull. There was no time to go on the offensive; it took all I could to stay alive.
“Stop struggling, Interloper,” the Beast snarled. “I have plans I have to attend to. Plans that do not involve you.”
I kept the undulating mass between myself and my second opponent. My only hope was to promote crossfire. The dagger I held in my right hand felt woefully inadequate for this task.
“You heard the fella. I’ll end this, here and now.” Ardus thrust his hand straight up into the air as if grasping something far above him.
“Dread Lord. May I take this as a sign of betrayal?” The Beast rumbled, a dangerous edge to its voice.
“Nah, I never said I was working with you. You’re too… icky for my tastes.” The Dread Lord tapped his chin thoughtfully. “It’s a good thing you’ll be obliterated in an instant. Ta ta!”
I looked up with a heavy heart, knowing how outclassed I was. There was barely time to say goodbye before a massive ball of light enveloped me in its all-consuming shine. The last thing I managed to think was:
That was an utterly unfair fight.
“Hey, it’s not so bad! Scarlet is still alive, right?” Maishul dug around in the cauldron before pulling out yet another distended scene. “Look! Here she is!”
“What… is that?” Lothli looked at the scene with equal parts awe and disgust.
“Oh! Well, I really liked Fye’s SerSun, so I made my own! Isn’t it great?”
“Maishul, I think you missed the entire point of his SerSun. Where’s the inter-character drama? Where’s the mystery? Where’s the actual HISTORY?” Lothli poked the off-kilter scene with distaste. “This version of the story is just <Murder.>.”
“Well too bad, dear ‘ol sis! Here! We! Go!”
Hi, I’m Benedict Lushon, Ben for short. Somehow, I think I just unlocked the secret to teleportation. I stand in the middle of the mansion’s dining room, feeling my stomach turn violently. One moment, I was chained in front of a cackling Kyle, and the next thing I know, we’re back in this blasted room. I crane my head, checking who else is here.
Teddy, check. His monocle and top hat are still crooked as he looks around the room, just as confused as I.
Cornell, check. Unfortunately, he still seems to be out cold.
Kyle, check. Wait—
I stride up to Kyle and grab onto his lapels. “What exactly have you done?” I say, shaking him back and forth.
Unfortunately, he seems even more confused by the current events than I am, judging by the bulging eyes and frothing at the mouth.
“W-What exactly happened here!? We were just— and then—” my former coworker manages to sputter out before a booming feminine voice rings out from the walls.
“Heya! What’s up,
“Who are you?! What have you done?!” Kyle screams, his voice cracking. “I have waited YEARS to take my revenge on these fools, and you—”
“Oh. You.” The voice seems displeased at the interruption. “Sorry, I didn’t think your Tuffy plotline was interesting, so I retconned it!”
Now, that was the mark of a bad writer. As a future multi-bestselling author, I know that one of the most sinful things a writer can do is randomly retcon the story. I’m confident this random influencer girl will never go anywhere in her writing career.
“YOU! We were known as the Tufforo family, and we—” Kyle rages before being cut off by the voice again.
“Sorry, don’t care.” A piece of duct tape manifests itself directly onto Kyle’s mouth. I would find it funny if it didn’t demonstrate how supernatural this influencer’s power seems.
“Anyways! Here’s the rules. I’m not really good at that being cryptic thing, so it’ll be easy!” the voice announces with glee. “Here’s my super special sparkly OC, do not steal, known as Scarlet, Scourge of the Americas. She’ll try and chase you down! She wins when you’re all dead. You all win when, I don’t know, she dies of old age or something. You can try to kill her; it won’t work!”
‘Super special sparkly OC, do not steal?’ So, what, did I find myself in some hellish parody of Earth? That must be it. This must all be a very terrible dream. I sincerely hope that none of my readers would ever consider making fanfiction like this of my stories.
“By jove, those rules seem downright unfair!” Teddy finally seems to have found his voice. “Please, good madam, could you let us go? We have already suffered at the hands of that accursed man—”
“Lalala, can’t hear you!” the girl’s voice sang out. “Here she comes! Give it up for… Scarlet!”
A hidden panel drops a… rather regular-looking young woman onto the floor. Why, if I were in charge, I would have ensured that my villain would have a spectacular appearance. Someone as fascinating and spellbinding as Jack the Ripper—
Scarlet dashes at Kyle and [REDACTED]
… … Technical Difficulties
“Well, Scarlet’s kinda messy, so I tried to cover it up,” Maishul pouted. “Also, I was just trying to liven up the scene a bit! Kyle’s so BORING. He speaks in RIDDLES and they make my brain HURT.”
“That’s because you don’t have a single brain cell in that head of yours,” Lothli huffed. “Don’t make such sweeping changes to people’s stories!”
“Well… dear sis, could I trouble you for a favor, since I’m so head empty ‘n all?” Maishul smiled her widest, most brilliant smile.
“What.” The other twin glared back, unimpressed.
“Well, if you don’t want the two of us to get banned, can you help me separate these stories back out? Please?” With a fluttering of her eyelashes and a winsome wink, this would undoubtedly win her sister to her side—
“Deal with it yourself. I’m going to hand out apologies.” Lothli had no sympathy for her twin’s plight.
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Maishul cried. For now, she was burdened with her least favorite task; actual work.
And thus, this tale comes to a close. Nevertheless, its name will ring true throughout the land as the legendary fable known only as “In the Shadow of Machines, Scarlet, and the In Between Geas and the Beginning of the Demon Murder History: Dissonance, also How Did We Get Here?”
Thank you very much for your time. And apologies for my sister.
Lothli, signing off.
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2023.04.01 06:00 whatisthisthing1985 Think I may be having seizures?
Age: 25 sex: female Height: 5’7” Weight: 112?? Current conditions: none Smoke cigarettes: yes
January 13th, 2019 I went to the emergency room experiencing back pain, arm numbness, and one side of my mouth going into a frown. I was under an immense amount of familial stress, and thought I may be having a stroke. I did not get imaging of my brain at this time, but was given flexeril following a clear lumbar X-ray. In the following days I began to feel okay again, until suddenly it felt like my stomach dropped.. then again, and again. Like a roller coaster with never ending hills, my stomach was dropping and a sense of doom washes over me. I head bouts of alternating numbness to crawling sensations, to actual electric feeling pain basically body wide. Just as quickly it would dissipate, just to happen again every hour. This was only frequent for a short period, now it usually does not happen more than once. I visited the ER an embarrassing amount of times during these symptoms, but they were either resolved or non specific, and I have had multiple negative scans, of my head and spine both CT and MRI. MS was considered a possibility, but never had a lumbar puncture. I did not agree with the neurologist only wanting to perform an emg on my left leg because I had mentioned numbness. I felt the whole of my story/ symptoms were not being taken into account and gave up.
Most of my symptoms are the same variety, but not always occurring in conjunction. Usually I am hit with my stomach dropping, some anxiety and then my mouth frowns on both sides, my chin contracts upwards so hard it turns my bottom lip out. - sense of feadoom, unprovoked panic. there are times without this but rather a feeling of some anxiety - altered skin sensation -taste something bad like a chemical or metal - feeling choking sensation around my throat, unprovoked and in non emotional state. Sometimes this happens before my mouth droops - confusion only a few occurrences - multiple oral symptoms different instances: extreme molar pain, tonsil pain, jaw locking, tongue spasming -ringing in ears Pupil dilation -eyes sometimes feel restricted or like I am stuck -sharp or pulsing pain in soft divots behind my ears -feel my brain thuds like a power outage shaking a house?? -bradycardia
I’ve noticed that when these episodes occur I usually haven’t slept, or have drank alcohol or am feeling intense emotion, both happy as well as negative. I recently obtained Health insurance, and don’t know whether I should bring these events up to my new doctor to investigate or wait until it happens again? I had a very bad experience with my ER visits, and left me feeling like this was in my head although my husband has witnessed. I’ve extensively tried to learn about what could be happening with me and nothing had aligned with more than a few non specific symptoms, until I saw a frown that looked just like mine. It read: “ Chapeau de gendarme” I went on to read that panic can be an aura and am now wondering if this could be a possibility as to what I’m experiencing when this happens?
Here is one video I have of the frown, I am fully aware when this happens.
https://imgur.com/a/cU3dpOX
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January 13th, 2019 I went to the emergency room experiencing back pain, arm numbness, and one side of my mouth going into a frown. I was under an immense amount of familial stress, and thought I may be having a stroke. I did not get imaging of my brain at this time, but was given flexeril following a clear lumbar X-ray. In the following days I began to feel okay again, until suddenly it felt like my stomach dropped.. then again, and again. Like a roller coaster with never ending hills, my stomach was dropping and a sense of doom washes over me. I head bouts of alternating numbness to crawling sensations, to actual electric feeling pain basically body wide. Just as quickly it would dissipate, just to happen again every hour. This was only frequent for a short period, now it usually does not happen more than once. I visited the ER an embarrassing amount of times during these symptoms, but they were either resolved or non specific, and I have had multiple negative scans, of my head and spine both CT and MRI. MS was considered a possibility, but never had a lumbar puncture. I did not agree with the neurologist only wanting to perform an emg on my left leg because I had mentioned numbness. I felt the whole of my story/ symptoms were not being taken into account and gave up.
Most of my symptoms are the same variety, but not always occurring in conjunction. Usually I am hit with my stomach dropping, some anxiety and then my mouth frowns on both sides, my chin contracts upwards so hard it turns my bottom lip out. - sense of feadoom, unprovoked panic. there are times without this but rather a feeling of some anxiety - altered skin sensation -taste something bad like a chemical or metal - feeling choking sensation around my throat, unprovoked and in non emotional state. Sometimes this happens before my mouth droops - confusion only a few occurrences - multiple oral symptoms different instances: extreme molar pain, tonsil pain, jaw locking, tongue spasming -ringing in ears Pupil dilation -eyes sometimes feel restricted or like I am stuck -sharp or pulsing pain in soft divots behind my ears -feel my brain thuds like a power outage shaking a house?? -bradycardia
I’ve noticed that when these episodes occur I usually haven’t slept, or have drank alcohol or am feeling intense emotion, both happy as well as negative. I recently obtained Health insurance, and don’t know whether I should bring these events up to my new doctor to investigate or wait until it happens again? I had a very bad experience with my ER visits, and left me feeling like this was in my head although my husband has witnessed. I’ve extensively tried to learn about what could be happening with me and nothing had aligned with more than a few non specific symptoms, until I saw a frown that looked just like mine. It read: “ Chapeau de gendarme” I went on to read that panic can be an aura and am now wondering if this could be a possibility as to what I’m experiencing when this happens?
Here is one video I have of the frown, I am fully aware when this happens.
https://imgur.com/a/cU3dpOX
2023.04.01 05:39 luckyclovee Those who have used LED mask from CurrentBody- is it worth it?
Currently contemplating the $515.00 LED skin mask. Personally suffered from acne for 10+ years, cysts and nodules bother me the most. On Retinol and mandelic acid with soothing moisturiser. Those who have used LED mask therapy long-term/suffer cystic or hormonal acne—what are your opinions on this product?
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2023.04.01 05:14 TinyJumboShrimp Benzoyl peroxide wash and tretinoin?
Sorry if this was always talked about but, I’ve been using a 4% benzoyl peroxide wash and then would apply a clindamycin gel. Then at night I would use both in addition to .1% tretinoin cream. I’ve been doing this for a while and it has worked pretty well as I used to have very severe cystic acne which has calmed down a bunch since using these products (I did go on accutane for a bit but I did notice great improvements with my routine before I started the accutane). I recently heard that using benzoyl peroxide and tretinoin together will cancel each other out making them less useful? Does this apply to a benzoyl peroxide wash? I’m not sure if I should worry about this since as I’ve seen benefits from my routine and it doesn’t irritate my skin at all.
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2023.04.01 05:00 nightwolfsnow Details of my 8 months before removal
I (28f) will start by saying that I already knew hormonal birth control tends not to agree with me, since I have bipolar disorder and anxiety. I have been on a couple different daily pills. The only one that didn't make my anxiety or mood disorder worse caused me to develop chronic UTI's.
After quitting the last pill I was using condoms but I don't trust them all that much. I still wanted a different birth control to be safe. I had heard of IUD's but was worried about a hormonal BC with that insertion method and having to get it removed because of it impacting my mental health too much. I was interested in the copper IUD, but had concerns about worse cramps and heavy bleeding.
The doctor suggested Nexplanon. Insertion in the arm was less invasive and easier to remove. I liked the idea of having BC that would last for a few years. I do not want children, but I work a physically demanding job and it would take me a while to build up vacation to recover from a tubal ligation. I'm also concerned about the failure rate of them overtime. I figured if the Nexplanon agreed with me I could get another or look into surgery more when time was up. I really wanted it to work for me.
I got it inserted July 14th. My main concern was anxiety. The doctor said there was a very low chance of it messing with my anxiety, but it could make my depression worse. My mental health had been stable without medication for around four years at this point. I typically only have some struggle during the winter when SAD kicks in. If I'm dealing with a lot of stressors at once that can rile my anxiety up. But it's not debilitating, affecting my quality of life, or long term episodes like when I was younger. I was prepared to have a bit more struggle with it for the safety of the Nexplanon.
The doctor told me up to 6 months of spotting can be considered normal and it will usually work itself out. I started spotting July 22nd. I have had maybe one or two days in a row without any bleeding at all since then. At first it was light and more annoying than anything.
August 2nd I suddenly had very bad anxiety and I became very emotional. I was very paranoid and insecure. It was difficult to sleep or eat. I felt like I had gone years backwards in my mental health. I was terrified that I was going to have a mental collapse. I didn't know how long this would last. I kept telling myself the hormones need to balance out. I read a couple posts here where some had really bad anxiety for a couple weeks. The anxiety stopped almost abruptly as it started on August 10th. I still didn't feel as stable as normal, but I was trying to deal with it and hope as time went on things would even out more.
September 4th I started having headaches. I rarely ever had a headache prior to this, unless I was really dehydrated or something like that. I also started getting what felt like period cramps but just spotting. I missed some work because of headaches and cramps.
October 12-18 I considered my first real period since Nexplanon. The bleeding was still less than normal, but I had bad cramps and was expelling chunks of uterine lining. From that point on I have almost constantly been expelling chunks of uterine lining, even if only spotting.
During this time period I also had some other symptoms. A lot of gas in the first few months. I started having really bad acne break outs. The pill did actually control that for me, even though I never really had bad acne. When I went off the pill I started having rosacea outbreaks. I did not know that I had that previously, so maybe the pill helped with that. The Nexplanon ended up making that worse and I even started having acne on my chest and back, which I never had before. My face and hair both felt way more oily. For a while I was actually losing a lot more hair then normal. I think the gas, acne break outs, and hair loss tapered off in January. Headaches and cramps mostly went away in December.
Other than the constant bleeding, my persisting symptoms are mostly related to my mental health and then I have also had weight gain. I am 5'4" and have typically been around 125-135lbs from 20-28. My work involves manual labor and a lot of sweating, so I am fairly active. I have not had trouble managing my weight previously. Honestly my diet has not been great and I think a lot of it is just lucky genetics. I do go through phases of running and weight lifting, but it was more for my mental health. I was still 125lbs when I was exercising every day, just a bit more toned. When I was on the pill I was closer to 140lbs at times I was less active.
When I got Nexplanon I had been off the pill a few months and happened to be exercising more and was 128lbs at 22.3% body fat. By December I was 140lbs. That was a much faster climb than I was accustomed to. I also looked different than when I had been 140lbs previously. It seems like mostly stomach fat. I was struggling to put on pants that I had never had issues with before. By January I was almost 146lbs at 27.8% body fat, which is the most I have ever weighed. Almost 20lbs gained in less than 6 months.
By this point I was struggling more with depression and being emotional. I was very self conscious and upset about my weight gain, even if logically I thought it wasn't that upsetting. I was crying over stuff that I normally wouldn't. My feelings got hurt easily. I got angry more often and it was disproportionate to what happened. I wouldn't want to get out of bed for days. I had really low energy and brain fog. I was missing work.
I decided to get more serious about eating better and exercising. From January - early March I was tracking my calories intake and outake. The numbers weren't adding up. Weeks I should have lost a pound of fat I sometimes gained almost 2 or saw no change. I have just been hovering around 143lbs at 27% body fat despite diet change and exercise. I think my appetite is higher, but my metabolism must also be impacted if the numbers aren't adding up. I do at least have more energy and less brain fog now.
At the end of February I started developing carpal tunnel syndrome, which seemed sudden. I can't really say that it's related to the Nexplanon. I have not had any issues with my wrists up until this. Maybe if the Nexplanon is causing swelling in my body? I considered maybe it's how I was holding the treadmill, lifting, or my bad posture at the computer. I got braces, stopped using the treadmill, and took a break from my computer (I had actually been on my computer probably only 5-10 hours a week since I was busy with cooking and exercising.) My symptoms got better and went away for a couple weeks. I had to do something wrist intensive at work and then it came back worse than before. I'm on day 6/10 steroid and muscle relaxer treatment, but I don't think it's going to work. I halted exercise for recovery and have done less with my wrists at work, but it's becoming difficult to do anything with them now.
March has been a stressful month for me and I think the Nexplanon is making it unmanageable. One week I had pretty bad anxiety to where I was struggling to do basic tasks at work and going to the grocery store was very difficult. My depression and general mood has also been worse. I don't feel like Nexplanon is worth it for me anymore. My removal is scheduled for April 24th. My fiance is going to get a vasectomy and I may still get a tubal ligation in the future. I leave for a work trip May 18- Sept 13. I'm hoping my hormones will even out before then and I don't have bad cramps/excessive bleeding.
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After quitting the last pill I was using condoms but I don't trust them all that much. I still wanted a different birth control to be safe. I had heard of IUD's but was worried about a hormonal BC with that insertion method and having to get it removed because of it impacting my mental health too much. I was interested in the copper IUD, but had concerns about worse cramps and heavy bleeding.
The doctor suggested Nexplanon. Insertion in the arm was less invasive and easier to remove. I liked the idea of having BC that would last for a few years. I do not want children, but I work a physically demanding job and it would take me a while to build up vacation to recover from a tubal ligation. I'm also concerned about the failure rate of them overtime. I figured if the Nexplanon agreed with me I could get another or look into surgery more when time was up. I really wanted it to work for me.
I got it inserted July 14th. My main concern was anxiety. The doctor said there was a very low chance of it messing with my anxiety, but it could make my depression worse. My mental health had been stable without medication for around four years at this point. I typically only have some struggle during the winter when SAD kicks in. If I'm dealing with a lot of stressors at once that can rile my anxiety up. But it's not debilitating, affecting my quality of life, or long term episodes like when I was younger. I was prepared to have a bit more struggle with it for the safety of the Nexplanon.
The doctor told me up to 6 months of spotting can be considered normal and it will usually work itself out. I started spotting July 22nd. I have had maybe one or two days in a row without any bleeding at all since then. At first it was light and more annoying than anything.
August 2nd I suddenly had very bad anxiety and I became very emotional. I was very paranoid and insecure. It was difficult to sleep or eat. I felt like I had gone years backwards in my mental health. I was terrified that I was going to have a mental collapse. I didn't know how long this would last. I kept telling myself the hormones need to balance out. I read a couple posts here where some had really bad anxiety for a couple weeks. The anxiety stopped almost abruptly as it started on August 10th. I still didn't feel as stable as normal, but I was trying to deal with it and hope as time went on things would even out more.
September 4th I started having headaches. I rarely ever had a headache prior to this, unless I was really dehydrated or something like that. I also started getting what felt like period cramps but just spotting. I missed some work because of headaches and cramps.
October 12-18 I considered my first real period since Nexplanon. The bleeding was still less than normal, but I had bad cramps and was expelling chunks of uterine lining. From that point on I have almost constantly been expelling chunks of uterine lining, even if only spotting.
During this time period I also had some other symptoms. A lot of gas in the first few months. I started having really bad acne break outs. The pill did actually control that for me, even though I never really had bad acne. When I went off the pill I started having rosacea outbreaks. I did not know that I had that previously, so maybe the pill helped with that. The Nexplanon ended up making that worse and I even started having acne on my chest and back, which I never had before. My face and hair both felt way more oily. For a while I was actually losing a lot more hair then normal. I think the gas, acne break outs, and hair loss tapered off in January. Headaches and cramps mostly went away in December.
Other than the constant bleeding, my persisting symptoms are mostly related to my mental health and then I have also had weight gain. I am 5'4" and have typically been around 125-135lbs from 20-28. My work involves manual labor and a lot of sweating, so I am fairly active. I have not had trouble managing my weight previously. Honestly my diet has not been great and I think a lot of it is just lucky genetics. I do go through phases of running and weight lifting, but it was more for my mental health. I was still 125lbs when I was exercising every day, just a bit more toned. When I was on the pill I was closer to 140lbs at times I was less active.
When I got Nexplanon I had been off the pill a few months and happened to be exercising more and was 128lbs at 22.3% body fat. By December I was 140lbs. That was a much faster climb than I was accustomed to. I also looked different than when I had been 140lbs previously. It seems like mostly stomach fat. I was struggling to put on pants that I had never had issues with before. By January I was almost 146lbs at 27.8% body fat, which is the most I have ever weighed. Almost 20lbs gained in less than 6 months.
By this point I was struggling more with depression and being emotional. I was very self conscious and upset about my weight gain, even if logically I thought it wasn't that upsetting. I was crying over stuff that I normally wouldn't. My feelings got hurt easily. I got angry more often and it was disproportionate to what happened. I wouldn't want to get out of bed for days. I had really low energy and brain fog. I was missing work.
I decided to get more serious about eating better and exercising. From January - early March I was tracking my calories intake and outake. The numbers weren't adding up. Weeks I should have lost a pound of fat I sometimes gained almost 2 or saw no change. I have just been hovering around 143lbs at 27% body fat despite diet change and exercise. I think my appetite is higher, but my metabolism must also be impacted if the numbers aren't adding up. I do at least have more energy and less brain fog now.
At the end of February I started developing carpal tunnel syndrome, which seemed sudden. I can't really say that it's related to the Nexplanon. I have not had any issues with my wrists up until this. Maybe if the Nexplanon is causing swelling in my body? I considered maybe it's how I was holding the treadmill, lifting, or my bad posture at the computer. I got braces, stopped using the treadmill, and took a break from my computer (I had actually been on my computer probably only 5-10 hours a week since I was busy with cooking and exercising.) My symptoms got better and went away for a couple weeks. I had to do something wrist intensive at work and then it came back worse than before. I'm on day 6/10 steroid and muscle relaxer treatment, but I don't think it's going to work. I halted exercise for recovery and have done less with my wrists at work, but it's becoming difficult to do anything with them now.
March has been a stressful month for me and I think the Nexplanon is making it unmanageable. One week I had pretty bad anxiety to where I was struggling to do basic tasks at work and going to the grocery store was very difficult. My depression and general mood has also been worse. I don't feel like Nexplanon is worth it for me anymore. My removal is scheduled for April 24th. My fiance is going to get a vasectomy and I may still get a tubal ligation in the future. I leave for a work trip May 18- Sept 13. I'm hoping my hormones will even out before then and I don't have bad cramps/excessive bleeding.
2023.04.01 04:41 AP9384629344432 Copper investors are demonstrating the bystander effect but for commodities, and no, the upcoming shortages aren't priced in
A decade of low capex? Check. Trillions of dollars of spending on green energy? Check. Inventories near 17 year lows? Check. Sufficient copper supply coming online in the next few years? .........
This is a slam dunk (>medium term) investment case if I've ever seen one. It's a future 'crisis' in plain sight.
I made a post about this last week but this one has newer graphs/headlines
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This is a slam dunk (>medium term) investment case if I've ever seen one. It's a future 'crisis' in plain sight.
- Global mining capex extremely muted relative to earnings (Mining.com)
- Chile, one of the biggest producers, seeing production at lowest level in 6 years. (Bloomberg) Chile represents "a quarter of the world's mined copper."
- Future projected refined copper usage by source. Note that the green bar is just the non-energy-transition related spending and would have occurred no matter what. (S&P Global)
- Consumption per capita and future projections (S&P Global)
- Copper usage per megawatt by source (S&P Global)
- Bringing mines online is an arduous process (S&P Global)
- Record low base metal inventories, including copper. (Goehring & Rozencwajg)
- Metals needed for net-zero plans (Bloomberg)
- Copper shortages might even be imminent (FT)
- Fewer copper mining discoveries are being made
- Future Capex requirements broken down by decade
- Trafigura: "I would highlight copper as the most critical metal globally given the shortage in the market. We only had 3.5 days of copper stock equivalent at the end of last year."
- Goldman Sachs: "We’ll be at the lowest observable inventories that have ever been recorded at 125,000 tonnes. We have peak supply occuring in 2024."
- "An electric vehicle (“EV”) requires 3½ times as much copper as an internal combustion engine vehicle [Wood Mackenzie]." Buses "require approximately 11 times as much." (Forbes)
- "Grid infrastructure necessary to support the expected number of charging stations in 2030 is expected to consume 250 percent more copper than the decade prior." (Forbes)
- All the proposed spending on 'green energy' could be a great big lie? Actually we love ICE vehicles and fossil fuels.
- Environmental activists, politicians, local residents suddenly drop all opposition to new mines in their region; actually we all love mines in our backyards now. And it's totally okay if this rare bird's migratory pattern is disrupted and these loud vehicles have to scare some deer.
- New scientific breakthrough, but probably only going to matter in a few decades (the shortages are coming this decade)
- Substitution of aluminum? Well, unfortunately aluminum production is extremely polluting; it has poor conductivity; requires 40 times more energy (Bloomberg); has corrosion issues. We are nearing the limits of substitution barring more scientific breakthroughs.
- A recession will put all of this on pause (for a month or two)
I made a post about this last week but this one has newer graphs/headlines
2023.04.01 04:41 Few-Package8047 A life of experiences, need a safe space/support to piece it all together.
I'm using a dupe account for anonymity.
Alright, this is something I need to open up with. This is something about which I need like minded people to talk to and piece this all together. It’s ruining my sleep (I got three hours last night because I was so terrified of falling back asleep and waking up to something unpleasant), making me snap into fight or flight responses when I hear the damn crockpot say it’s done because something behind me spoke, and something that is making the stress and worry in my life infinitely worse.
I’m like 99.9% sure I’ve been abducted by aliens.
Now… This is something that I feel has been happening for a while and it’s always kinda been a running gag between me and my family/friends. “There goes *name and address withheld*, how were the aliens last night?” they’d say. “Oh, creepy, as usual, sound based paralysis, keeping me knocked out, the classic” I’d reply. And I’d be off on my next adventure! But it wasn’t a joke to me. I could delve more into previous experiences and I want to since I feel you all could help me. However, I want to jump to what I feel was the turning point in all this because as scary as waking up paralyzed and unable to scream was, sleep paralysis is a real disorder. I wrote a note asking the aliens to stop abducting me and the paralysis stopped for a while but that could easily have been psycho-symatic. I lived in a haunted house (a whole other story but don’t worry the ghosts were friendly) so of course I would be scared of the dark in some way and be worried about seeing faces outside the window or felt myself being watched. Heck, once or twice I kinda felt myself floating a bit waking up at night but that could easily have been me being woozy from having suddenly woken up at night. Things continued like that on and off from childhood to early adulthood.
Before recently, it was only sleep paralysis and maybe a weird dream or two followed by some odd thoughts or sensations like snapping awake and either feeling or having a voice in my head say “it’s okay it’s all over now” (which only started happening a few years after the first few paralysis episodes as a teen/young adult).
Fast forward, past childhood, teenage years, into adulthood having moved out and things began getting more intense (which does not necessarily mean malevolent as I’ll get into). I suddenly had multiple experiences where I “saw” something.
Now... “Saw” is a bit of a loaded term. In my entire life there's really only been a couple moments that I think I could qualify as having "SEEN" them which are the most recent moment, funnily enough.
As of the past year or so, I now have three categories of experiences. The most vivid are waking moments where I can tell I'm not in a dream, although I am sometimes not fully conscious, like having a snippet of something like half waking up from anesthesia and then passing out again (although never experiencing some horrible experimentation thing). These include moments like seeing I’m kinda dangling in the air and thinking “cool! This is happening!! (sudden change in feeling as I wake up more as if my dream state and waking state react differently) wait… Oh shit this is happening okay be calm hold up I’m gonna bump into that window no it’s gonna let me through and dematerialize” that sort of thing. Second is dreams that become more real, like one time I was dreaming normally and suddenly found myself choosing to run into the master bathroom, then it felt more real and I was crying to “please, just leave me alone” and feeling pure and utter shame and disgrace that I left my wife sleeping in the bed while I let my instinctual fear take hold of me before a sudden, short buzz snapped through my forehead and I was calm and walked out and there were two tanish (color not fully remembered) not too short Grey aliens, one leaning in the doorway and another sitting on the bed and then the dream was over. Finally there were just dreams like when I was practicing being a keeper in soccer and was doing well but then when a harder opponent came I got distracted by trying to do nice things instead of being a keeper (like getting the ball when the opponent said don’t because it’s their job to get the ball they kicked too far). That made the opponent feel disappointed in me and I felt bad I failed them but I somehow knew it was aliens training me or something and thus I had to work on my focus because they’re training me and training involves not being perfect. Obviously those dreams are the ones I least expect people to believe regardless of any information I give.
I’m sorry if I sound disjointed or rambling so far. I just have a lot of things about which I have never spoken about so I feel I have to mention this stuff.
But, let's get into the first time that I, in my waking state and no possible super realistic dream, saw something.
There’s been 3 of those where I believe I saw an alien. But the first was back in the middle of last year when my wife was abroad on vacation. I refused to sleep in the bedroom almost the entire time because I was terrified of them abducting me and not having my wife there as ... I dunno, another person to help, comfort me, etc? I think this was after that bathroom dream where I felt shame and another similar incident. But I digress. I slept on the couch with the tv on and facing the bedroom door, ready to pop up at any time and see them (I still fall asleep with a view on the entire room in case I wake up so I can see them). But still, I finally worked up the courage on the very last day before she came home to sleep in there because something told me in my head, or some feeling, that it was important that I slept in there at least once. I felt it was the beings telling me I had to overcome my fear and be able to go with them or that I knew it from somewhere else. So... I left some long ass video playing on my phone and passed out on top of the sheets in my clothes not even laying on the pillows. This was hours after I normally went to sleep because I was procrastinating- I mean getting the courage lololol.
I slept for a few hours, and... At the end of the dream I was having, it suddenly morphed into something of that second kind I mentioned. Say what you want, but the dream had a different feel to it then, more tangible and real but not quite as vivid and in a real location like the bathroom one. For some reason, the submerged school I was in with fish swimming in the halls had a certain presence. I was suddenly trying to influence the fish and water and everything but couldn’t get it. Then some large entity like maybe a whale or shadow of a manta ray was nearby and I said something like “oh, I am slowing down time but only for me because you’re slowing down time around me”. I forget the exact words and looking back they don’t make the most sense but the main idea was that whatever I was doing with time was being counteracted and it was a revelation that I wasn’t fucking up, I “got it”. Then, the “camera” the view of the dream shifted and I saw the “sport model” ufo ( Picture of the "sport model" ) fly from my position into the next room of the school and land on a pedestal near the back with the water all swirling around beneath it. For some reason, I knew this was the ship taking me home and I was getting a glimpse of the craft, allowed to know just a BIT more about what I experienced instead of having my memories wiped.
Okay, bit weird, but like, at that point I was all in the UFOs and UAP legislation rabbit hole. Of course I had a weird dream about it.
Except… When I woke up at dawn and looked out my bedroom door, I saw, half in the hallway bathroom doorway... A Grey. A typical, short, big headed, big eyed alien. Naked though, no jumpsuit, I don’t think, but I guess I could be wrong because it was sort of hazy. I snapped up onto my hands and knees, half leaning forward to get a better look and half trying to fully wake up. Before this I had actually said to my wife that I’m sure plenty of people would willingly go with aliens and let them do some medical tests and all that if they asked nicely so they could learn about us and we could learn about them. I honestly would if they just rang me up and asked so I could see a real life spaceship and help them know more about my species. So, I thought, with the dream I just had, were they finally just gonna come over and not be all spooky and say hello and we can be friends? I hopped up and said “Hi!” in some sort of breathy like thank god you’re here sort of tone which was a HUGE deal for me because I worked for YEARS to overcome my innate TERROR of even a basic DRAWING of a Grey alien and also switch my fight or flight response half because of how I felt during previous sleep paralysis or weird dream experiences. However, the alien was kind of frozen, it was t-posing like a glitched game character for lack of a better word, and it eventually disappeared into the muted blue nothing of the fading night, like it went from 50% opacity to 0. It didn’t feel like a dream then. I was awake and getting out of the bed and I’ve never hallucinated before when in the pre waking twilight. Heck, I never really saw anything when having sleep paralysis and that’s a symptom of sleep paralysis. And then I just sort of... Went about my day from then.
I just sort of knew at that moment for a fact that they were seeing how my waking self would respond to seeing one of them. I feel it may not have even been a real alien but just a projection or a dummy. The feeling of the real me, the dream state self, being totally cool with them but the waking self tied to the fleshy bone sack with animal instincts having that innate “WHOA WTF” feeling I have to deal with is something I’ve felt for a bit.
Still, there are two other waking moments where I saw a Grey alien but never a clear and obvious moment, always obscured in some way, but, so far, I feel that’s the point. I’m not supposed to see them flat out yet, you know? I’m not supposed to be one of those people who claim they got to walk around the ship yet. I’m getting closer as the very last encounter told me, but I’m supposed to wait and go on faith and live out my life without the full confirmation and with the element of uncertainty to fully experience the last few days of this era with all its ups and downs before they reveal themselves and everything changes.
And, I mean, no matter how scared I was or what may have been done to me or if they were teaching me like in that dream... If I was taken, I’ve always been put back and I’m never hurt. Some people claim to have huge cuts or something. But I’ve never had that. I’d lived in the woods for the majority of my life so maybe some of the bruises I thought were just from random branches smacking me while hiking were from them and I did recently have one weird abrasion on me, but I’ve never been really hurt. And if I was helpless and put snuggly back in my bed, they don’t wish me real harm because I couldn’t have stopped them. From what I can tell, all of this fits with the obvious fact that whatever those UAP the government finally admitted exist actually are, we’re not dead yet since nothing we have could counter a ship that can pull 5000gs. So… they’re at least not malevolent and maybe just ambivalent which I’ll take. Or at least some aren’t evil and I’ll take that too.
I have no idea if I’m just crazy like I said before or not. But, just typing all this out I realized with how the UAP legislation talks about so many sightings going into water and how I felt I was being taught and thus the dream was in an underwater school... I mean... I did always have this weird fascination with things being able to just dive into the water and rocket away under there into a whole new world where nothing else could touch them.
And add to that one time my I nodded off on the couch with my head on my wife, then I suddenly popped up, gasping, like I was some veteran with PTSD ready to attack the person waking me up (which I do enough that she jokes about it) to which she replied “boy, that meeting with aliens really fucked you up, huh?” Another reason on top of a few I feel she knows more than she’s telling me and is here to help me through this. To be frank, I wonder if she’s an alien or was abducted too and they let her in on what’s going on because she’s REALLY good at keeping a secret lol.
Holy jeebus I just postulated that my wife’s an alien wow. Maybe I am crazy.
All I can say is this is all exactly what I experienced. I mean, I live in a city (not a big one but still) with a military airbase. Like, how would an alien ship not get noticed? So, maybe my stress is finally getting to me. But it’s just one weird experience on top of another and another. There are other incidents like when I began being taken away from my bed where I saw what looked more like a floating Grey alien doll than a real one. And there was the most recent event where I woke up to my wife cradling me like she did during another waking event telling me it’s okay before I saw what I think was the most clear and true real alien a couple weeks ago. Again, all I know is this is what I experienced, real or not. I mean, I grew up in a haunted house so weird stuff isn't new to me at all. I used to play with the ghost there who I named Gigi when I was a kid. All I can really rely on is the basics. If I'm just crazy then as I get my head more in order this will stop, but if it's real, I'm still here with no ill effects beyond being scared witless sometimes so they at least don't want me hurt or dead when they very easily could do that.
And I mean, hey, if it is real, kinda cool aliens or whatever thought I was interesting enough to visit, right? And I never feel they mean me any ill will, if anything I kind of get the vibe it’s just necessary and unfortunate that I specifically have to go through this exact thing but I know I’d rather deal with 10 minutes of pain for a year of pleasure than let myself live with a problem forever. If they’re training me and watching me and helping me, that’s kinda awesome and really gives me purpose in life. I just wish they’d be honest with me so I can know to fully devote myself. I’d feel bad if I didn’t succeed in the training or if I disappointed them. I’d love to be good enough for them and myself. But then again, I kinda feel I never got much praise as a kid so maybe that’s what’s contributing to these hallucinations. I wish I’d just know if I’ve finally lost it and I can go see a doctor, lol.
Before finishing typing this though, I did a bit more research and, apparently, according to other people who claim to have been abducted or to have seen Greys, them vanishing into thin air like the one I saw isn't that uncommon. So... There's that at least. Although it's very possible I've heard that before and simply forgot but it was still in my head somewhere and that made the alien I saw disappear in a waking dream. I still feel I saw something and I wasn't dreaming it though. Still that's the only time I saw one disappear like that and the other two I saw when waking, or the other two times I saw them when a dream started to become real, didn't do that either.
Oh well.
The US congress is holding public hearings in April on UFOs so… We'll see.
Anyways, thanks for coming to my TED Talk.
Peace, friends. <3
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Alright, this is something I need to open up with. This is something about which I need like minded people to talk to and piece this all together. It’s ruining my sleep (I got three hours last night because I was so terrified of falling back asleep and waking up to something unpleasant), making me snap into fight or flight responses when I hear the damn crockpot say it’s done because something behind me spoke, and something that is making the stress and worry in my life infinitely worse.
I’m like 99.9% sure I’ve been abducted by aliens.
Now… This is something that I feel has been happening for a while and it’s always kinda been a running gag between me and my family/friends. “There goes *name and address withheld*, how were the aliens last night?” they’d say. “Oh, creepy, as usual, sound based paralysis, keeping me knocked out, the classic” I’d reply. And I’d be off on my next adventure! But it wasn’t a joke to me. I could delve more into previous experiences and I want to since I feel you all could help me. However, I want to jump to what I feel was the turning point in all this because as scary as waking up paralyzed and unable to scream was, sleep paralysis is a real disorder. I wrote a note asking the aliens to stop abducting me and the paralysis stopped for a while but that could easily have been psycho-symatic. I lived in a haunted house (a whole other story but don’t worry the ghosts were friendly) so of course I would be scared of the dark in some way and be worried about seeing faces outside the window or felt myself being watched. Heck, once or twice I kinda felt myself floating a bit waking up at night but that could easily have been me being woozy from having suddenly woken up at night. Things continued like that on and off from childhood to early adulthood.
Before recently, it was only sleep paralysis and maybe a weird dream or two followed by some odd thoughts or sensations like snapping awake and either feeling or having a voice in my head say “it’s okay it’s all over now” (which only started happening a few years after the first few paralysis episodes as a teen/young adult).
Fast forward, past childhood, teenage years, into adulthood having moved out and things began getting more intense (which does not necessarily mean malevolent as I’ll get into). I suddenly had multiple experiences where I “saw” something.
Now... “Saw” is a bit of a loaded term. In my entire life there's really only been a couple moments that I think I could qualify as having "SEEN" them which are the most recent moment, funnily enough.
As of the past year or so, I now have three categories of experiences. The most vivid are waking moments where I can tell I'm not in a dream, although I am sometimes not fully conscious, like having a snippet of something like half waking up from anesthesia and then passing out again (although never experiencing some horrible experimentation thing). These include moments like seeing I’m kinda dangling in the air and thinking “cool! This is happening!! (sudden change in feeling as I wake up more as if my dream state and waking state react differently) wait… Oh shit this is happening okay be calm hold up I’m gonna bump into that window no it’s gonna let me through and dematerialize” that sort of thing. Second is dreams that become more real, like one time I was dreaming normally and suddenly found myself choosing to run into the master bathroom, then it felt more real and I was crying to “please, just leave me alone” and feeling pure and utter shame and disgrace that I left my wife sleeping in the bed while I let my instinctual fear take hold of me before a sudden, short buzz snapped through my forehead and I was calm and walked out and there were two tanish (color not fully remembered) not too short Grey aliens, one leaning in the doorway and another sitting on the bed and then the dream was over. Finally there were just dreams like when I was practicing being a keeper in soccer and was doing well but then when a harder opponent came I got distracted by trying to do nice things instead of being a keeper (like getting the ball when the opponent said don’t because it’s their job to get the ball they kicked too far). That made the opponent feel disappointed in me and I felt bad I failed them but I somehow knew it was aliens training me or something and thus I had to work on my focus because they’re training me and training involves not being perfect. Obviously those dreams are the ones I least expect people to believe regardless of any information I give.
I’m sorry if I sound disjointed or rambling so far. I just have a lot of things about which I have never spoken about so I feel I have to mention this stuff.
But, let's get into the first time that I, in my waking state and no possible super realistic dream, saw something.
There’s been 3 of those where I believe I saw an alien. But the first was back in the middle of last year when my wife was abroad on vacation. I refused to sleep in the bedroom almost the entire time because I was terrified of them abducting me and not having my wife there as ... I dunno, another person to help, comfort me, etc? I think this was after that bathroom dream where I felt shame and another similar incident. But I digress. I slept on the couch with the tv on and facing the bedroom door, ready to pop up at any time and see them (I still fall asleep with a view on the entire room in case I wake up so I can see them). But still, I finally worked up the courage on the very last day before she came home to sleep in there because something told me in my head, or some feeling, that it was important that I slept in there at least once. I felt it was the beings telling me I had to overcome my fear and be able to go with them or that I knew it from somewhere else. So... I left some long ass video playing on my phone and passed out on top of the sheets in my clothes not even laying on the pillows. This was hours after I normally went to sleep because I was procrastinating- I mean getting the courage lololol.
I slept for a few hours, and... At the end of the dream I was having, it suddenly morphed into something of that second kind I mentioned. Say what you want, but the dream had a different feel to it then, more tangible and real but not quite as vivid and in a real location like the bathroom one. For some reason, the submerged school I was in with fish swimming in the halls had a certain presence. I was suddenly trying to influence the fish and water and everything but couldn’t get it. Then some large entity like maybe a whale or shadow of a manta ray was nearby and I said something like “oh, I am slowing down time but only for me because you’re slowing down time around me”. I forget the exact words and looking back they don’t make the most sense but the main idea was that whatever I was doing with time was being counteracted and it was a revelation that I wasn’t fucking up, I “got it”. Then, the “camera” the view of the dream shifted and I saw the “sport model” ufo ( Picture of the "sport model" ) fly from my position into the next room of the school and land on a pedestal near the back with the water all swirling around beneath it. For some reason, I knew this was the ship taking me home and I was getting a glimpse of the craft, allowed to know just a BIT more about what I experienced instead of having my memories wiped.
Okay, bit weird, but like, at that point I was all in the UFOs and UAP legislation rabbit hole. Of course I had a weird dream about it.
Except… When I woke up at dawn and looked out my bedroom door, I saw, half in the hallway bathroom doorway... A Grey. A typical, short, big headed, big eyed alien. Naked though, no jumpsuit, I don’t think, but I guess I could be wrong because it was sort of hazy. I snapped up onto my hands and knees, half leaning forward to get a better look and half trying to fully wake up. Before this I had actually said to my wife that I’m sure plenty of people would willingly go with aliens and let them do some medical tests and all that if they asked nicely so they could learn about us and we could learn about them. I honestly would if they just rang me up and asked so I could see a real life spaceship and help them know more about my species. So, I thought, with the dream I just had, were they finally just gonna come over and not be all spooky and say hello and we can be friends? I hopped up and said “Hi!” in some sort of breathy like thank god you’re here sort of tone which was a HUGE deal for me because I worked for YEARS to overcome my innate TERROR of even a basic DRAWING of a Grey alien and also switch my fight or flight response half because of how I felt during previous sleep paralysis or weird dream experiences. However, the alien was kind of frozen, it was t-posing like a glitched game character for lack of a better word, and it eventually disappeared into the muted blue nothing of the fading night, like it went from 50% opacity to 0. It didn’t feel like a dream then. I was awake and getting out of the bed and I’ve never hallucinated before when in the pre waking twilight. Heck, I never really saw anything when having sleep paralysis and that’s a symptom of sleep paralysis. And then I just sort of... Went about my day from then.
I just sort of knew at that moment for a fact that they were seeing how my waking self would respond to seeing one of them. I feel it may not have even been a real alien but just a projection or a dummy. The feeling of the real me, the dream state self, being totally cool with them but the waking self tied to the fleshy bone sack with animal instincts having that innate “WHOA WTF” feeling I have to deal with is something I’ve felt for a bit.
Still, there are two other waking moments where I saw a Grey alien but never a clear and obvious moment, always obscured in some way, but, so far, I feel that’s the point. I’m not supposed to see them flat out yet, you know? I’m not supposed to be one of those people who claim they got to walk around the ship yet. I’m getting closer as the very last encounter told me, but I’m supposed to wait and go on faith and live out my life without the full confirmation and with the element of uncertainty to fully experience the last few days of this era with all its ups and downs before they reveal themselves and everything changes.
And, I mean, no matter how scared I was or what may have been done to me or if they were teaching me like in that dream... If I was taken, I’ve always been put back and I’m never hurt. Some people claim to have huge cuts or something. But I’ve never had that. I’d lived in the woods for the majority of my life so maybe some of the bruises I thought were just from random branches smacking me while hiking were from them and I did recently have one weird abrasion on me, but I’ve never been really hurt. And if I was helpless and put snuggly back in my bed, they don’t wish me real harm because I couldn’t have stopped them. From what I can tell, all of this fits with the obvious fact that whatever those UAP the government finally admitted exist actually are, we’re not dead yet since nothing we have could counter a ship that can pull 5000gs. So… they’re at least not malevolent and maybe just ambivalent which I’ll take. Or at least some aren’t evil and I’ll take that too.
I have no idea if I’m just crazy like I said before or not. But, just typing all this out I realized with how the UAP legislation talks about so many sightings going into water and how I felt I was being taught and thus the dream was in an underwater school... I mean... I did always have this weird fascination with things being able to just dive into the water and rocket away under there into a whole new world where nothing else could touch them.
And add to that one time my I nodded off on the couch with my head on my wife, then I suddenly popped up, gasping, like I was some veteran with PTSD ready to attack the person waking me up (which I do enough that she jokes about it) to which she replied “boy, that meeting with aliens really fucked you up, huh?” Another reason on top of a few I feel she knows more than she’s telling me and is here to help me through this. To be frank, I wonder if she’s an alien or was abducted too and they let her in on what’s going on because she’s REALLY good at keeping a secret lol.
Holy jeebus I just postulated that my wife’s an alien wow. Maybe I am crazy.
All I can say is this is all exactly what I experienced. I mean, I live in a city (not a big one but still) with a military airbase. Like, how would an alien ship not get noticed? So, maybe my stress is finally getting to me. But it’s just one weird experience on top of another and another. There are other incidents like when I began being taken away from my bed where I saw what looked more like a floating Grey alien doll than a real one. And there was the most recent event where I woke up to my wife cradling me like she did during another waking event telling me it’s okay before I saw what I think was the most clear and true real alien a couple weeks ago. Again, all I know is this is what I experienced, real or not. I mean, I grew up in a haunted house so weird stuff isn't new to me at all. I used to play with the ghost there who I named Gigi when I was a kid. All I can really rely on is the basics. If I'm just crazy then as I get my head more in order this will stop, but if it's real, I'm still here with no ill effects beyond being scared witless sometimes so they at least don't want me hurt or dead when they very easily could do that.
And I mean, hey, if it is real, kinda cool aliens or whatever thought I was interesting enough to visit, right? And I never feel they mean me any ill will, if anything I kind of get the vibe it’s just necessary and unfortunate that I specifically have to go through this exact thing but I know I’d rather deal with 10 minutes of pain for a year of pleasure than let myself live with a problem forever. If they’re training me and watching me and helping me, that’s kinda awesome and really gives me purpose in life. I just wish they’d be honest with me so I can know to fully devote myself. I’d feel bad if I didn’t succeed in the training or if I disappointed them. I’d love to be good enough for them and myself. But then again, I kinda feel I never got much praise as a kid so maybe that’s what’s contributing to these hallucinations. I wish I’d just know if I’ve finally lost it and I can go see a doctor, lol.
Before finishing typing this though, I did a bit more research and, apparently, according to other people who claim to have been abducted or to have seen Greys, them vanishing into thin air like the one I saw isn't that uncommon. So... There's that at least. Although it's very possible I've heard that before and simply forgot but it was still in my head somewhere and that made the alien I saw disappear in a waking dream. I still feel I saw something and I wasn't dreaming it though. Still that's the only time I saw one disappear like that and the other two I saw when waking, or the other two times I saw them when a dream started to become real, didn't do that either.
Oh well.
The US congress is holding public hearings in April on UFOs so… We'll see.
Anyways, thanks for coming to my TED Talk.
Peace, friends. <3
2023.04.01 04:36 KiiKiiPanther White heads that continue to flair up on the ride side of my on my chin and nowhere else
Hey all, 31m with acne prone skin with a consistent breakout of white heads on a small portion of my chin. It’s been going on for years. Any insight on how to break the cycle? For context: I’ve had acne my whole adult life, about 8 years ago I did a cycle of accutane and that basically cleared me up but this breakout is the only thing left. I wash my face twice a day with a cleanser and use benzoyl peroxide on the area every three days. Changed my pillow sheets weeks. I feel like I’ve tried everything, any insights?
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2023.04.01 04:30 marshalzukov Atomic Fire
Original Prompt https://www.reddit.com/promptoftheday/comments/126d738/there_would_be_no_return/
Atomic Fire. Never in the history of warfare, in any corner of the galaxy, had such a potent substance been devised. Invented by a Danrii, of Thalikas nationality, it was later made production viable by a Half-Human of Rwandan nationality. It was only manufacturable in lower gravity areas, moons and sub planetary bodies were ideal. This was also convenient because of the danger inherent to Atomic Fire. Roughly fifty thousand times more potent then the highest yeild antimatter of the day, it was a revolution to how high yield ordinance was categorized. As soon as it was invented, every nation wanted some.
And naturally, that's when things started to go horribly wrong. You see, at this point, Atomic Fire had only been tested by the gram. One gram of the stuff created reaction potent enough to surface wipe roughly the area of the New Cascadia Union. It was assumed that 2 grams would double that effect, 3 would triple it, etcetera. A linear progression of potency.
That was, as it turns out, quite incorrect. The increase in potency was exponential. But they didn't know that at the time, and the process was expensive enough that they didn't really care to experiment and find out just how wrong their assumption was.
Anyways, there's your background information. I was a console operator on a non-orbital station. The Ivory Gambeson, you might've hear of it. Anyways, I was on my seventh tour on the IvGam, thats just a shortening of the two- you dont care. As I was saying, it was my seventh tour on the IvGam, and by this point I'd fallen into a sort of rhythm, as you do. I woke up like it was any other day, did my mandated exercises, ate my pathetic breakfast and subsidized my hunger with as much coffee as my thermos would carry. I remember that the coolant system was being a bit of a bastard that day, so I spend most of my morning in constant contact with the engineering team, enabling and disabling functions as needed. We were in the middle of testing the secondary engines cooling cycle exhaust function when my radio was suddenly hit by an alert. Gamimpt, A moon considerably close to us, was experiencing sudden geological activity, what you would call an earthquake. I figured that wasn't really relevant to me, so I ignored it.
Then the particle shields fired up and the protective shutters closed on the station windows.
The entire station shook as it was struck by something that the main console registered as atmospheric re-entry. In actuality, it was the vaporized contents of about half of Gamimpt's total mass. When the shutters finally went down, rather, when I finally input the correct sequence of command to make them go down, I was greeted by a sight for stunningly beautiful and immeasurably horrific.
The Moon was gone. Gamimpt, which had been a bustling home to roughly 87.3 million inhabitants, was nothing but vapor and liquid, still white hot, blindingly so, even in the vacuum of space. And in the area where Gamimpt once was, there was a horrible crimson light. The "bulb", as it came to be known, of blossomed Atomic Fire.
Off moon live databanks tell what happened pretty clearly. There was a MIC facility on Gamimpt built for the production of Atomic Fire, when the quake hit, the Main containment complex suffered a catastrophic structural failure, causing 50 gallons of Atomic Fire pellets to exit suspended containment. The instant they made contact with the floor of the container, which was above the required temperature of absolute zero due to the structure damage, it was all over. There were state of the art energy shield systems in that facility. Strong enough to contain a system-killing load of antimatter.
They weren't enough. They would have been, if the assumption of linear potency increase was correct. But it wasn't.
The funny thing is, Atomic Fire is still legal to produce on populated moons. So I can't even really finish this story with a blurb about lessons learned or anything like that.
Just, trust me, if a moon has really low property rates, don't move there. Not unless the prospect of being atomized is appealing to you.
-excerpt from "Endless Stars: A Collection of Anecdotes and Stories from Cosmonautical Workers" published in 6359 T.C. by Aknotor Publishing
AbdulXakessa
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Atomic Fire. Never in the history of warfare, in any corner of the galaxy, had such a potent substance been devised. Invented by a Danrii, of Thalikas nationality, it was later made production viable by a Half-Human of Rwandan nationality. It was only manufacturable in lower gravity areas, moons and sub planetary bodies were ideal. This was also convenient because of the danger inherent to Atomic Fire. Roughly fifty thousand times more potent then the highest yeild antimatter of the day, it was a revolution to how high yield ordinance was categorized. As soon as it was invented, every nation wanted some.
And naturally, that's when things started to go horribly wrong. You see, at this point, Atomic Fire had only been tested by the gram. One gram of the stuff created reaction potent enough to surface wipe roughly the area of the New Cascadia Union. It was assumed that 2 grams would double that effect, 3 would triple it, etcetera. A linear progression of potency.
That was, as it turns out, quite incorrect. The increase in potency was exponential. But they didn't know that at the time, and the process was expensive enough that they didn't really care to experiment and find out just how wrong their assumption was.
Anyways, there's your background information. I was a console operator on a non-orbital station. The Ivory Gambeson, you might've hear of it. Anyways, I was on my seventh tour on the IvGam, thats just a shortening of the two- you dont care. As I was saying, it was my seventh tour on the IvGam, and by this point I'd fallen into a sort of rhythm, as you do. I woke up like it was any other day, did my mandated exercises, ate my pathetic breakfast and subsidized my hunger with as much coffee as my thermos would carry. I remember that the coolant system was being a bit of a bastard that day, so I spend most of my morning in constant contact with the engineering team, enabling and disabling functions as needed. We were in the middle of testing the secondary engines cooling cycle exhaust function when my radio was suddenly hit by an alert. Gamimpt, A moon considerably close to us, was experiencing sudden geological activity, what you would call an earthquake. I figured that wasn't really relevant to me, so I ignored it.
Then the particle shields fired up and the protective shutters closed on the station windows.
The entire station shook as it was struck by something that the main console registered as atmospheric re-entry. In actuality, it was the vaporized contents of about half of Gamimpt's total mass. When the shutters finally went down, rather, when I finally input the correct sequence of command to make them go down, I was greeted by a sight for stunningly beautiful and immeasurably horrific.
The Moon was gone. Gamimpt, which had been a bustling home to roughly 87.3 million inhabitants, was nothing but vapor and liquid, still white hot, blindingly so, even in the vacuum of space. And in the area where Gamimpt once was, there was a horrible crimson light. The "bulb", as it came to be known, of blossomed Atomic Fire.
Off moon live databanks tell what happened pretty clearly. There was a MIC facility on Gamimpt built for the production of Atomic Fire, when the quake hit, the Main containment complex suffered a catastrophic structural failure, causing 50 gallons of Atomic Fire pellets to exit suspended containment. The instant they made contact with the floor of the container, which was above the required temperature of absolute zero due to the structure damage, it was all over. There were state of the art energy shield systems in that facility. Strong enough to contain a system-killing load of antimatter.
They weren't enough. They would have been, if the assumption of linear potency increase was correct. But it wasn't.
The funny thing is, Atomic Fire is still legal to produce on populated moons. So I can't even really finish this story with a blurb about lessons learned or anything like that.
Just, trust me, if a moon has really low property rates, don't move there. Not unless the prospect of being atomized is appealing to you.
-excerpt from "Endless Stars: A Collection of Anecdotes and Stories from Cosmonautical Workers" published in 6359 T.C. by Aknotor Publishing
AbdulXakessa
2023.04.01 04:25 Monkeydp81 Windwail Highland's Forgotten Settlement: Part 4 (Final)
 | If this is your first time looking at this series please at least read part 1 before asking questions so I don't have answer things I've already coveredPart 1 Part 2 Part 3So you don't have to go back and forth between part 3 and 4 here is the map and key again Map:Due to the large and spread out nature of this area I’m going to have to do things a little differently. Below is a map of the area with every ruin marked and labeled. As such locations will only be described on the map and not in the ruins descriptions as was done before.Part 3 covers ruins 1-9 while part 4 will cover 10-21. Key: Clovers: Path markers for my own self reference Stars: Ruin Locations Red Line: Approximate path locations https://preview.redd.it/3t71kzwkh6ra1.png?width=512&format=png&auto=webp&s=e9d0803c4db5f01b25ba2703d1ad7892147e006e Ruin #10: https://preview.redd.it/8sea5o3rh6ra1.png?width=512&format=png&auto=webp&s=08c4ade47dada6162b67a38eb967451f73ca408d This is what I believe to be the ruins of another residence. On the left we have the remnants of a wall, in the center we have what was almost certainly a doorway, and in front of that doorway we have the remains of an arch. Additionally it is located at the start of one of the two large paths aside from the main one. The most interesting feature of this ruin is the mound of barren ground that the wall on the left is partially buried in. This mound is rather large and likely contains quite a bit of stone within it. This leads me to believe that part of this structure, most likely the floor, was disassembled and then buried at some point in the past. The floor stands as a likely contender because there are no other patches of barren soil present within Ruin #10. Something very out of place for something that was so clearly a structure. Ruin #11: https://preview.redd.it/rjs9ays3i6ra1.png?width=512&format=png&auto=webp&s=f7d2194da30bad06b8cdd94d768411a258c7afa6 This ruin is what looks to be another arch section. It sits right next to one of the large path remains and appear to have been buried quite deep. But it’s unlikely to have been buried intentionally as we can still see it. If it was done intentionally then it wouldn’t be higher than the level the path remains are at. This I feel leads some more credence towards stuff mentioned in the earlier sections about buildings coming down violently. A sudden structural collapse would account for a partial burial due to debris, which likely being organic (wood), would eventually turn into soil. Plus, (before I trimmed them away for the photo) this ruin has a lot of plant life around it, indicative of high quality soil. As for use, I think it was likely decorational as the path it sits next to is quite wide. It would be a very pretty place to have arches going overhead. Ruin #12: Angle 1 Angle 2 These ruins are a very interesting bunch. All the columns visible except for the one that still has a block topping it (Angle 1 third from the right), are made of unmarked stone. It is highly unlikely that the original civilization would suddenly start partially building with unmarked stone. A much more likely theory is restoration by a different group of people after the fall of this one. If this is the case, then it explains why they are scattered within so many other parts of the complex. It also means that this area has been settled by at least 3 separate groups. Those who used carved stone, those who didn’t, and those who founded Springvale. When it comes to the purpose of these ruins I would take a guess at it being a gatehouse of some sort. The ruins on the eastern side form a very small structure no matter which way you put the columns back up. The column on the western side of the path (Angle 2 far left) could be the remains of a wall. This would be a good spot for a gate as the natural features of the area provide most of the wall by themselves, meaning less material has to be used to create it. Why this area would be partitioned off I don’t know, as nothing that looks too important sits behind it. But that important stuff could well be all gone now. Ruin #13: https://preview.redd.it/s3j145pyi6ra1.png?width=512&format=png&auto=webp&s=429f810dceea3899b7f105dbca1f8e838dfce0bb These ruins are that of a section of wall (far left), an arch piece (middle left), an inverted arch (right background), and an unmarked stone column (right foreground). These ruins are the first ones that I would firmly believe show evidence of terraforming in the area. These are too close together to not have been a part of the same structure yet if you stood them back up they would not align correctly, making it likely that they were moved. That’s not even mentioning the fact that half the ruins sit about a meter higher than the rest. To further back this up in the area where the nearby path section leads to the grass is actually physically shorter in a few areas (you can go check this yourself but I assure you it’s true). This of course likely means that there are obstructions buried in the soil. It would make sense that grass would be able to grow in a terraformed area, but the stones of the path/floor don’t just go away. The most likely reason these ruins were moved/terraformed would be to make the Statue of the Seven more visible, as this structure likely would have obstructed it. When it comes to the purpose of this structure I think it is highly likely that this was another residence, albeit likely a small one. The unmarked stone is once again a mystery. Ruin #14: Note: This ruin is separate from #15 due to distance even though they are likely related. Ruin #14 consists of an intact pillar plus the partial remains of a wall and (what was likely a) floor. Evidence that the exposed lower bricks may have been part of a floor can be seen around the edges of ruin. There the grass in the immediate area grows shorter (visible in the picture). This ruin was likely part of one of the largest structures in this complex (being ruins we of course cannot say this for certain) as it’s height is only comparable to Ruin #3. However this structure may have also been a victim of local terraforming. This puts forward an explanation for why plant life flourishes so much this close to the ruins of a rather large structure that almost certainly had a floor. Much like in Ruin #13 the area around this ruin exists at several different heights, with none of them really lining up with where the floor would have been located. This sort of terracing within the terrain has only been present around these ruins. Further evidence supporting this area being terraformed can be seen below in the section about Ruin #15. Due to its size and location relatively close to some large path remains I feel this building was likely still a residential building of some sorts. The size may be indicative of being created for those in the upper part of the social order. If it wasn’t residential, then it would likely have been a public facility of some description. Ruin #15: https://preview.redd.it/m8kkhbp0k6ra1.png?width=512&format=png&auto=webp&s=2da6816e4b00d8b1593c716a679b254cdf5f1495 Ruin #15 consists of the remains of an arch (left), a pillar (center), and a column (right). The center ruin is being distinguished as a pillar rather than a column due to the flat brick at its very top that was likely used to support a roof. These ruins likely made up the entrance to the same structure that Ruin #14 was a part of. The arch appears to be quite deeply buried. Now there would be absolutely no reason to create an arch like this so close to a rock face as it wouldn’t serve any purpose. This further supports the theory that the area this structure occupied was subject to terraforming. But that only explains why the arch is against a rock face. I believe that these ruins are all that remains of the only multistory structure within this entire ruin complex. My train of thought is as follows. The flat base of Ruin #14 could well and easily be a floor, however it lines up very nicely with the pillar in the center of Ruin #15. The pillar in Ruin #15 likely once supported a roof as seen by the horizontal brick that sits at its very top. The 3 non-curved bricks of the arch would fit very nicely into this ceiling/floor as part of the second story wall. Ruin #15 being a multistory structure provides an explanation for why Ruins #14 and #15 both have load bearing pillars at two very different heights and, if true, would be quite an achievement compared to everything else present within the complex Finally the use of the column on the right could have been part something like of a covered entrance. Something not super far fetched considering the likely grandiose nature of this structure. Ruin #16: https://preview.redd.it/j7bojadnk6ra1.png?width=512&format=png&auto=webp&s=0ee7fd1807f1e1ba3f18d4f94c34e7bc227d120e These ruins consist of the remains of an arch (left) and an unmarked stone column (right). It should be noted the arch remnant is partially sunken into solid stone. This could be more evidence towards terraforming but is more likely just a result of where the asset has been placed. Their proximity to some path remnants likely means that the arch once went over this path. The reason there might have been an arch going over this section of path is because the area lies further down the path already looks like its own separate area. An arch would help further reinforce this if it was used as such. The purpose of the unmarked stone once again remains unknown. Ruin #17: https://preview.redd.it/fpjn8lril6ra1.png?width=512&format=png&auto=webp&s=da329d5db9019d1c418c48da4867ed5c05fd083c Ruin #17 consists of the fallen remains of half an arch. Because the base of this arch is still visible it allows for a very precise approximation of where the ruin originally stood. In this case the location was likely over the path remains present just out of view from the bottom of the photo. I believe this arch was once part of a gatehouse or similar structure. The reasoning behind this is the fact that this ruin (along with #19) is the westernmost ruin in this entire complex. But despite this the path still keeps going for quite a ways (not shown on map). For a path to continue for such a distance without any other signs of habitation would be unusual unless it was after an entrance/exit. I can’t say for certain that this ruin was a part of the same structure as Ruin #19 because Ruin #19 doesn’t really match up well with it. Ruin #18: https://preview.redd.it/xk3coxrwl6ra1.png?width=512&format=png&auto=webp&s=a3f508252dff23432711f82b5a5eda6c7e1f8e26 This ruin consists of a fallen entranceway/window (left) and the remains of a wall (right). I think it is likely that the entranceway fell inwards (towards the left) as it partially rests atop the ruined wall. For some reason this area bears no sign of a foundation in spite of the structure that obviously stood here. I believe this is a result of changes by a third party. The fallen entranceway is the growing place of two Windwheel Asters. A fallen entranceway is not exactly an ideal place for a flower that grows from soft winds. It might be fine in the later stages of its life when we find and pick them, but early life would be totally isolated from the wind. It would also be an area that would pool water after storms potentially drowning the plant. But with a bit of work from a person those issues could likely be solved. All in all it's not exactly a good place for one much less two flowers to grow. But they’re there anyway. Thus someone modifying the landscape to grow Windwheel Asters could be the reason as to why there is no sign of a floofoundation near ruins that clearly once formed a structure. The general location of the window/entranceway when it would have been standing along with its size compared to the wall has me believing that this structure was likely a small residence of some description. Ruin #19: https://preview.redd.it/2z187f1bm6ra1.png?width=512&format=png&auto=webp&s=ac15fa73c8132040a72abe7b81606b90a7532616 Ruin #19 is another inverted arch wall. It’s the first ruin in a while to show proper foundational evidence as there are some patches of barren soil present mostly around the smaller arch. Like most of the inverted arches this one is yet another mystery. It it likely at least related to the structure Ruin #17 was a part of. But it doesn’t seem to have been a part of it because the wall that would have been in line with Ruin #17 would go at best right into the inverted arch. This seems unlikely unless the inverted arch was originally holding something. But it was definitely part of something bigger than just this section as on its leftmost side a patch of barren ground roughly the width of the extant wall extends out beyond the ruin itself. If it is a part of the same structure as Ruin #17 then it was probably a part of the gatehouse/wall discussed in Ruin #17. Ruin #20: https://preview.redd.it/u6evckalm6ra1.png?width=512&format=png&auto=webp&s=b4bd30dda482b8cff1d1d7a792e24b7dfca287de These ruins consist of a small section of an arch (left), the remains of a wall (center), and a fallen half of an archway (right). It should be noted off the bat that the stone sticking up from the ground in the right foreground is likely a part of the fallen archway. This archway is very useful in identifying the likely connection between these ruins and the structure they formed as there are no clear indications either a foundation or floor. I don’t think this structure was a house as standing both the arch remains back up makes for a rather thin structure that wouldn’t be very pleasant to live in. With these factors I really can’t say what this might have been used for. It was definitely a structure of some sort, but it doesn’t match anything else within the complex nor fit into any mold I can think of. It’s just kinda there. Ruin #21: https://preview.redd.it/pj9ae760n6ra1.png?width=512&format=png&auto=webp&s=6c2ce1ef005fcd51be022a4abdfd8bd06487cf1a And for our final ruin, we have another column of unmarked stone. Because of course this massive analysis has to end on something that is totally unexplainable. It sits quite far from other structures, is nowhere near any path remains, and of course is unmarked stone. My only real guess is use as a marker by a later civilization then the one this analysis was looking at. It might not be but I wanna be done with this analysis so we’ll just say it is. Alright then, 55 different images and 5,854 words later and we're finally done. This has certainly been an experience to write out. Some of it fun and some not. But in the end people seem to have enjoyed this throughout and I hope this last part feels like a fitting end. I will be taking a break before going into anything else as this last part was more of a job then something I was doing for fun compared to the other 3 parts. However when that time does come, I have two options to pick from and I'm interested to know if the people here have something they would like to see before the other. The options are A: The moon sisters and Tsurumi Island B: Analysis of Sal Vindagnyr's possible governmental and cultural ethic through the ruins present on Dragonspine I am of course only asking and if you don't care about either what I do or if I post more that's alright. But I am tired, so bye. |
2023.04.01 04:20 Prestigious-Bill-394 Am I highly stressed? Family doesn't care about my sensitivity to sound
TW: SELF HARM
I'm always the bad guy, the spoiled brat, the "bitch" because I have to remind them every single time that the volume of the TV is too loud. It really stops me from feeling any sense of calm. Having anxiety around doing homework and assignments is normal for me. I believe that this anxiety has translate into pelvic floor issues. I wake up in the middle of the night several times and frequently urinate. I get massive anxiety about my sleep schedule, and then I am not able to sleep. I havent had a good nights sleep the past few months. I think this is due to the stress surrounding my senior year of high school I have to live with my family for a few more years until I go to community college. It's only two years but I feel like I've had enough. I regret not doing well in online school. I wish I didnt have adhd. Maybe I could go to college and escape.
I don't think that there is any way to convince my family the severity of my mental health and physical health issues because emotions simply do not work on them. They are impervious to emotions nd I don't know why. There are times when I cannot reason or logic with them because the emotions become too much and give way to rage. I have no outlet for this rage. In the past I've self-harmed and my family member was concerned but brushed it aside. there came a time where I didn't self harm for a while but I've been doing it for a while because I can;t express any frustration because my family members will not take pity, an the ones that show some sign of it don't give me their full support. They just enable whoever is antagonizing me to keep doing so because they are the older family member. This is reinforced through cultural and religious beliefs (we are Filipino). They don't see the struggle or pain, only a petulant child that needs to be yelled at. So I have no other way to outlet my sadness or pain than self harming. Recently a family friend installed a new speaker in the living room. Not only is it louder, it's got this surround sound feature that makes the floors of my room feel like theyre vibrating. What pisses me off is that they would rather buy me a pair of ear mufflers (my idea) than lower the volume or establish a time of the night where they don't watch TV. Every time I'm in the house they are watching Tv. The time they stop playing Tv is basically the only time i have to calm down, refocus, and do my homework. There are thousands of kids at my school. It is incredibly overstimulating. When I get home, I want to unwind. But to be honest they simply dont give a fuck about the fact that I have adhd. They dont bother to cooperate with my ADHD symptoms because they have been raising me the same way for my entire life. Why should things change all of a sudden that I have a diagnosis? I have probably written hundreds of prompts like this complaining about my family, adhd, my social life, on reddit. It feels like it just gets worse and worse every day and there seems to be little improvement. How can I focus on "goals" and "independence" when I spend five hours a day cowering in my bedroom?
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I'm always the bad guy, the spoiled brat, the "bitch" because I have to remind them every single time that the volume of the TV is too loud. It really stops me from feeling any sense of calm. Having anxiety around doing homework and assignments is normal for me. I believe that this anxiety has translate into pelvic floor issues. I wake up in the middle of the night several times and frequently urinate. I get massive anxiety about my sleep schedule, and then I am not able to sleep. I havent had a good nights sleep the past few months. I think this is due to the stress surrounding my senior year of high school I have to live with my family for a few more years until I go to community college. It's only two years but I feel like I've had enough. I regret not doing well in online school. I wish I didnt have adhd. Maybe I could go to college and escape.
I don't think that there is any way to convince my family the severity of my mental health and physical health issues because emotions simply do not work on them. They are impervious to emotions nd I don't know why. There are times when I cannot reason or logic with them because the emotions become too much and give way to rage. I have no outlet for this rage. In the past I've self-harmed and my family member was concerned but brushed it aside. there came a time where I didn't self harm for a while but I've been doing it for a while because I can;t express any frustration because my family members will not take pity, an the ones that show some sign of it don't give me their full support. They just enable whoever is antagonizing me to keep doing so because they are the older family member. This is reinforced through cultural and religious beliefs (we are Filipino). They don't see the struggle or pain, only a petulant child that needs to be yelled at. So I have no other way to outlet my sadness or pain than self harming. Recently a family friend installed a new speaker in the living room. Not only is it louder, it's got this surround sound feature that makes the floors of my room feel like theyre vibrating. What pisses me off is that they would rather buy me a pair of ear mufflers (my idea) than lower the volume or establish a time of the night where they don't watch TV. Every time I'm in the house they are watching Tv. The time they stop playing Tv is basically the only time i have to calm down, refocus, and do my homework. There are thousands of kids at my school. It is incredibly overstimulating. When I get home, I want to unwind. But to be honest they simply dont give a fuck about the fact that I have adhd. They dont bother to cooperate with my ADHD symptoms because they have been raising me the same way for my entire life. Why should things change all of a sudden that I have a diagnosis? I have probably written hundreds of prompts like this complaining about my family, adhd, my social life, on reddit. It feels like it just gets worse and worse every day and there seems to be little improvement. How can I focus on "goals" and "independence" when I spend five hours a day cowering in my bedroom?
2023.04.01 04:18 lukhan42 Try this if your bluetooth audio device connects but there's no audio
TL;DR uninstall bluez-alsa-utils if you have it installed and see if that restores bluetooth audio
Thought I'd leave this here for people to stumble upon if they have the same issue I did. This is for those folks whose bluetooth audio device pairs and connects, but can't play audio.
My issue was exactly this. I could pair my bluetooth headset, and it was recognized as an audio device. There was no audio sink though, and I could not choose an audio profile.
After way too many days and hours searching for solutions that didn't work, I stumbled across this post from u/debhack (https://www.reddit.com/debian/comments/ur6kcs/comment/i8zwng?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) where they found the package bluez-alsa-utils caused a conflict. Uninstalling it worked for them.
Every other solution I found didn't work so I figured why not try this one. I was going to reinstall the OS anyway so why not. I looked and found I had the package installled. After uninstalling it I was good to go.
On a side note I had made the mistake of randomly installing it "just in case" as I was exploring the various audio capabilities and figured I would look into it later. Problem was I suddenly decided I would use my wired headset with a usb dongle and completely forgot about anything else since the audio was fine for my needs. I didn't know I had a problem until I decided I wanted to use bluetooth with my laptop again. So don't install packages unless you really need them.
Hopefully this helps oithers who had the package installed for actual reasons and weren't aware it could cause a conflict with bluetooth after switching to Pipewire.
For the others like me...hopefully you found this before you chose the nuclear option and got saved from reinstalling yet again.
submitted by lukhan42 to pipewire [link] [comments]
Thought I'd leave this here for people to stumble upon if they have the same issue I did. This is for those folks whose bluetooth audio device pairs and connects, but can't play audio.
My issue was exactly this. I could pair my bluetooth headset, and it was recognized as an audio device. There was no audio sink though, and I could not choose an audio profile.
After way too many days and hours searching for solutions that didn't work, I stumbled across this post from u/debhack (https://www.reddit.com/debian/comments/ur6kcs/comment/i8zwng?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) where they found the package bluez-alsa-utils caused a conflict. Uninstalling it worked for them.
Every other solution I found didn't work so I figured why not try this one. I was going to reinstall the OS anyway so why not. I looked and found I had the package installled. After uninstalling it I was good to go.
On a side note I had made the mistake of randomly installing it "just in case" as I was exploring the various audio capabilities and figured I would look into it later. Problem was I suddenly decided I would use my wired headset with a usb dongle and completely forgot about anything else since the audio was fine for my needs. I didn't know I had a problem until I decided I wanted to use bluetooth with my laptop again. So don't install packages unless you really need them.
Hopefully this helps oithers who had the package installed for actual reasons and weren't aware it could cause a conflict with bluetooth after switching to Pipewire.
For the others like me...hopefully you found this before you chose the nuclear option and got saved from reinstalling yet again.
2023.04.01 04:09 clara1408 [Acne] 10 years post Accutane and my skin is out of control
![[Acne] 10 years post Accutane and my skin is out of control](https://a.thumbs.redditmedia.com/j5QHa4YWPHrLGr5Sp7ZXyk18Ufa44Ni57Le4QzvwDY4.jpg "[Acne] 10 years post Accutane and my skin is out of control") | I took Accutane when I was 16, after dealing with severe cystic acne for years and trying everything. Post - Accutane, my skin was great. Other than the occasional period breakout, I was very happy with my skin. Now, at 26, out of nowhere, my skin has taken a turn for the worse. It started approximately 2.5 months ago, I changed up my skincare routine from a simple cleasner - toner - Adapalene - moisturizer - sunscreen routine to experimenting with Retinol, Vitamin C serums, Niacinamide, occasional BHA peels. I definitely went overboard. My skin started breaking out more than usual but I figured it might be regular purging. Now, my skin is the worse it's been since high school, and to say this has been hard to deal with is putting it lightly. submitted by clara1408 to SkincareAddiction [link] [comments] I stopped using those harsh actives for 1 month now - and my skin has only gotten worse. I have a doctor visit planned soon to check on my hormones. I've also managed to get an Accutane prescription because I'm at my wits end. Anyone have experience with this? Would love some words of wisdom. Now: https://preview.redd.it/5g8pnvxxk6ra1.jpg?width=2316&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8b4038436cfaa18b4799579b675e28f091e85daf https://preview.redd.it/14v9ndywk6ra1.jpg?width=2316&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e0d75ce3ceaae9eb7382b06b28bdd8c449a6215b 5 months ago: https://preview.redd.it/6squmruuk6ra1.jpg?width=2316&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4190905809f00ffcffb71a9efbf24fbfb85d0f53 |
2023.04.01 04:09 marshalzukov Atomic Fire
Original Prompt https://www.reddit.com/promptoftheday/comments/126d738/there_would_be_no_return/
Atomic Fire. Never in the history of warfare, in any corner of the galaxy, had such a potent substance been devised. Invented by a Danrii, of Thalikas nationality, it was later made production viable by a Half-Human of Rwandan nationality. It was only manufacturable in lower gravity areas, moons and sub planetary bodies were ideal. This was also convenient because of the danger inherent to Atomic Fire. Roughly fifty thousand times more potent then the highest yeild antimatter of the day, it was a revolution to how high yield ordinance was categorized. As soon as it was invented, every nation wanted some.
And naturally, that's when things started to go horribly wrong. You see, at this point, Atomic Fire had only been tested by the gram. One gram of the stuff created reaction potent enough to surface wipe roughly the area of the New Cascadia Union. It was assumed that 2 grams would double that effect, 3 would triple it, etcetera. A linear progression of potency.
That was, as it turns out, quite incorrect. The increase in potency was exponential. But they didn't know that at the time, and the process was expensive enough that they didn't really care to experiment and find out just how wrong their assumption was.
Anyways, there's your background information. I was a console operator on a non-orbital station. The Ivory Gambeson, you might've hear of it. Anyways, I was on my seventh tour on the IvGam, thats just a shortening of the two- you dont care. As I was saying, it was my seventh tour on the IvGam, and by this point I'd fallen into a sort of rhythm, as you do. I woke up like it was any other day, did my mandated exercises, ate my pathetic breakfast and subsidized my hunger with as much coffee as my thermos would carry. I remember that the coolant system was being a bit of a bastard that day, so I spend most of my morning in constant contact with the engineering team, enabling and disabling functions as needed. We were in the middle of testing the secondary engines cooling cycle exhaust function when my radio was suddenly hit by an alert. Gamimpt, A moon considerably close to us, was experiencing sudden geological activity, what you would call an earthquake. I figured that wasn't really relevant to me, so I ignored it.
Then the particle shields fired up and the protective shutters closed on the station windows.
The entire station shook as it was struck by something that the main console registered as atmospheric re-entry. In actuality, it was the vaporized contents of about half of Gamimpt's total mass. When the shutters finally went down, rather, when I finally input the correct sequence of command to make them go down, I was greeted by a sight for stunningly beautiful and immeasurably horrific.
The Moon was gone. Gamimpt, which had been a bustling home to roughly 87.3 million inhabitants, was nothing but vapor and liquid, still white hot, blindingly so, even in the vacuum of space. And in the area where Gamimpt once was, there was a horrible crimson light. The "bulb", as it came to be known, of blossomed Atomic Fire.
Off moon live databanks tell what happened pretty clearly. There was a MIC facility on Gamimpt built for the production of Atomic Fire, when the quake hit, the Main containment complex suffered a catastrophic structural failure, causing 50 gallons of Atomic Fire pellets to exit suspended containment. The instant they made contact with the floor of the container, which was above the required temperature of absolute zero due to the structure damage, it was all over. There were state of the art energy shield systems in that facility. Strong enough to contain a system-killing load of antimatter.
They weren't enough. They would have been, if the assumption of linear potency increase was correct. But it wasn't.
The funny thing is, Atomic Fire is still legal to produce on populated moons. So I can't even really finish this story with a blurb about lessons learned or anything like that.
Just, trust me, if a moon has really low property rates, don't move there. Not unless the prospect of being atomized is appealing to you.
-excerpt from "Endless Stars: A Collection of Anecdotes and Stories from Cosmonautical Workers" published in 6359 T.C. by Aknotor Publishing
AbdulXakessa
submitted by marshalzukov to HFY [link] [comments]
Atomic Fire. Never in the history of warfare, in any corner of the galaxy, had such a potent substance been devised. Invented by a Danrii, of Thalikas nationality, it was later made production viable by a Half-Human of Rwandan nationality. It was only manufacturable in lower gravity areas, moons and sub planetary bodies were ideal. This was also convenient because of the danger inherent to Atomic Fire. Roughly fifty thousand times more potent then the highest yeild antimatter of the day, it was a revolution to how high yield ordinance was categorized. As soon as it was invented, every nation wanted some.
And naturally, that's when things started to go horribly wrong. You see, at this point, Atomic Fire had only been tested by the gram. One gram of the stuff created reaction potent enough to surface wipe roughly the area of the New Cascadia Union. It was assumed that 2 grams would double that effect, 3 would triple it, etcetera. A linear progression of potency.
That was, as it turns out, quite incorrect. The increase in potency was exponential. But they didn't know that at the time, and the process was expensive enough that they didn't really care to experiment and find out just how wrong their assumption was.
Anyways, there's your background information. I was a console operator on a non-orbital station. The Ivory Gambeson, you might've hear of it. Anyways, I was on my seventh tour on the IvGam, thats just a shortening of the two- you dont care. As I was saying, it was my seventh tour on the IvGam, and by this point I'd fallen into a sort of rhythm, as you do. I woke up like it was any other day, did my mandated exercises, ate my pathetic breakfast and subsidized my hunger with as much coffee as my thermos would carry. I remember that the coolant system was being a bit of a bastard that day, so I spend most of my morning in constant contact with the engineering team, enabling and disabling functions as needed. We were in the middle of testing the secondary engines cooling cycle exhaust function when my radio was suddenly hit by an alert. Gamimpt, A moon considerably close to us, was experiencing sudden geological activity, what you would call an earthquake. I figured that wasn't really relevant to me, so I ignored it.
Then the particle shields fired up and the protective shutters closed on the station windows.
The entire station shook as it was struck by something that the main console registered as atmospheric re-entry. In actuality, it was the vaporized contents of about half of Gamimpt's total mass. When the shutters finally went down, rather, when I finally input the correct sequence of command to make them go down, I was greeted by a sight for stunningly beautiful and immeasurably horrific.
The Moon was gone. Gamimpt, which had been a bustling home to roughly 87.3 million inhabitants, was nothing but vapor and liquid, still white hot, blindingly so, even in the vacuum of space. And in the area where Gamimpt once was, there was a horrible crimson light. The "bulb", as it came to be known, of blossomed Atomic Fire.
Off moon live databanks tell what happened pretty clearly. There was a MIC facility on Gamimpt built for the production of Atomic Fire, when the quake hit, the Main containment complex suffered a catastrophic structural failure, causing 50 gallons of Atomic Fire pellets to exit suspended containment. The instant they made contact with the floor of the container, which was above the required temperature of absolute zero due to the structure damage, it was all over. There were state of the art energy shield systems in that facility. Strong enough to contain a system-killing load of antimatter.
They weren't enough. They would have been, if the assumption of linear potency increase was correct. But it wasn't.
The funny thing is, Atomic Fire is still legal to produce on populated moons. So I can't even really finish this story with a blurb about lessons learned or anything like that.
Just, trust me, if a moon has really low property rates, don't move there. Not unless the prospect of being atomized is appealing to you.
-excerpt from "Endless Stars: A Collection of Anecdotes and Stories from Cosmonautical Workers" published in 6359 T.C. by Aknotor Publishing
AbdulXakessa
2023.04.01 04:08 marshalzukov Atomic Fire
Original Prompt https://www.reddit.com/promptoftheday/comments/126d738/there_would_be_no_return/
Atomic Fire. Never in the history of warfare, in any corner of the galaxy, had such a potent substance been devised. Invented by a Danrii, of Thalikas nationality, it was later made production viable by a Half-Human of Rwandan nationality. It was only manufacturable in lower gravity areas, moons and sub planetary bodies were ideal. This was also convenient because of the danger inherent to Atomic Fire. Roughly fifty thousand times more potent then the highest yeild antimatter of the day, it was a revolution to how high yield ordinance was categorized. As soon as it was invented, every nation wanted some.
And naturally, that's when things started to go horribly wrong. You see, at this point, Atomic Fire had only been tested by the gram. One gram of the stuff created reaction potent enough to surface wipe roughly the area of the New Cascadia Union. It was assumed that 2 grams would double that effect, 3 would triple it, etcetera. A linear progression of potency.
That was, as it turns out, quite incorrect. The increase in potency was exponential. But they didn't know that at the time, and the process was expensive enough that they didn't really care to experiment and find out just how wrong their assumption was.
Anyways, there's your background information. I was a console operator on a non-orbital station. The Ivory Gambeson, you might've hear of it. Anyways, I was on my seventh tour on the IvGam, thats just a shortening of the two- you dont care. As I was saying, it was my seventh tour on the IvGam, and by this point I'd fallen into a sort of rhythm, as you do. I woke up like it was any other day, did my mandated exercises, ate my pathetic breakfast and subsidized my hunger with as much coffee as my thermos would carry. I remember that the coolant system was being a bit of a bastard that day, so I spend most of my morning in constant contact with the engineering team, enabling and disabling functions as needed. We were in the middle of testing the secondary engines cooling cycle exhaust function when my radio was suddenly hit by an alert. Gamimpt, A moon considerably close to us, was experiencing sudden geological activity, what you would call an earthquake. I figured that wasn't really relevant to me, so I ignored it.
Then the particle shields fired up and the protective shutters closed on the station windows.
The entire station shook as it was struck by something that the main console registered as atmospheric re-entry. In actuality, it was the vaporized contents of about half of Gamimpt's total mass. When the shutters finally went down, rather, when I finally input the correct sequence of command to make them go down, I was greeted by a sight for stunningly beautiful and immeasurably horrific.
The Moon was gone. Gamimpt, which had been a bustling home to roughly 87.3 million inhabitants, was nothing but vapor and liquid, still white hot, blindingly so, even in the vacuum of space. And in the area where Gamimpt once was, there was a horrible crimson light. The "bulb", as it came to be known, of blossomed Atomic Fire.
Off moon live databanks tell what happened pretty clearly. There was a MIC facility on Gamimpt built for the production of Atomic Fire, when the quake hit, the Main containment complex suffered a catastrophic structural failure, causing 50 gallons of Atomic Fire pellets to exit suspended containment. The instant they made contact with the floor of the container, which was above the required temperature of absolute zero due to the structure damage, it was all over. There were state of the art energy shield systems in that facility. Strong enough to contain a system-killing load of antimatter.
They weren't enough. They would have been, if the assumption of linear potency increase was correct. But it wasn't.
The funny thing is, Atomic Fire is still legal to produce on populated moons. So I can't even really finish this story with a blurb about lessons learned or anything like that.
Just, trust me, if a moon has really low property rates, don't move there. Not unless the prospect of being atomized is appealing to you.
-excerpt from "Endless Stars: A Collection of Anecdotes and Stories from Cosmonautical Workers" published in 6359 T.C. by Aknotor Publishing
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Atomic Fire. Never in the history of warfare, in any corner of the galaxy, had such a potent substance been devised. Invented by a Danrii, of Thalikas nationality, it was later made production viable by a Half-Human of Rwandan nationality. It was only manufacturable in lower gravity areas, moons and sub planetary bodies were ideal. This was also convenient because of the danger inherent to Atomic Fire. Roughly fifty thousand times more potent then the highest yeild antimatter of the day, it was a revolution to how high yield ordinance was categorized. As soon as it was invented, every nation wanted some.
And naturally, that's when things started to go horribly wrong. You see, at this point, Atomic Fire had only been tested by the gram. One gram of the stuff created reaction potent enough to surface wipe roughly the area of the New Cascadia Union. It was assumed that 2 grams would double that effect, 3 would triple it, etcetera. A linear progression of potency.
That was, as it turns out, quite incorrect. The increase in potency was exponential. But they didn't know that at the time, and the process was expensive enough that they didn't really care to experiment and find out just how wrong their assumption was.
Anyways, there's your background information. I was a console operator on a non-orbital station. The Ivory Gambeson, you might've hear of it. Anyways, I was on my seventh tour on the IvGam, thats just a shortening of the two- you dont care. As I was saying, it was my seventh tour on the IvGam, and by this point I'd fallen into a sort of rhythm, as you do. I woke up like it was any other day, did my mandated exercises, ate my pathetic breakfast and subsidized my hunger with as much coffee as my thermos would carry. I remember that the coolant system was being a bit of a bastard that day, so I spend most of my morning in constant contact with the engineering team, enabling and disabling functions as needed. We were in the middle of testing the secondary engines cooling cycle exhaust function when my radio was suddenly hit by an alert. Gamimpt, A moon considerably close to us, was experiencing sudden geological activity, what you would call an earthquake. I figured that wasn't really relevant to me, so I ignored it.
Then the particle shields fired up and the protective shutters closed on the station windows.
The entire station shook as it was struck by something that the main console registered as atmospheric re-entry. In actuality, it was the vaporized contents of about half of Gamimpt's total mass. When the shutters finally went down, rather, when I finally input the correct sequence of command to make them go down, I was greeted by a sight for stunningly beautiful and immeasurably horrific.
The Moon was gone. Gamimpt, which had been a bustling home to roughly 87.3 million inhabitants, was nothing but vapor and liquid, still white hot, blindingly so, even in the vacuum of space. And in the area where Gamimpt once was, there was a horrible crimson light. The "bulb", as it came to be known, of blossomed Atomic Fire.
Off moon live databanks tell what happened pretty clearly. There was a MIC facility on Gamimpt built for the production of Atomic Fire, when the quake hit, the Main containment complex suffered a catastrophic structural failure, causing 50 gallons of Atomic Fire pellets to exit suspended containment. The instant they made contact with the floor of the container, which was above the required temperature of absolute zero due to the structure damage, it was all over. There were state of the art energy shield systems in that facility. Strong enough to contain a system-killing load of antimatter.
They weren't enough. They would have been, if the assumption of linear potency increase was correct. But it wasn't.
The funny thing is, Atomic Fire is still legal to produce on populated moons. So I can't even really finish this story with a blurb about lessons learned or anything like that.
Just, trust me, if a moon has really low property rates, don't move there. Not unless the prospect of being atomized is appealing to you.
-excerpt from "Endless Stars: A Collection of Anecdotes and Stories from Cosmonautical Workers" published in 6359 T.C. by Aknotor Publishing
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