#Military Labs for human preservation

[timeshift-playground]

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[felassan]

Story elements, Campaign Map, and Garrus character sheet from the Mass Effect The Board Game - Priority: Hagalaz Rulebook [source]

bonus: move names of Garrus' and Wrex' that just made me happy :)

Text version of first three images under cut -

Opening blurb:

"In the year 2186, the civilizations of the galaxy are at war with a relentless, artificial enemy called the Reapers. Commander Shepard’s warnings of their arrival were all ignored, and now the Reapers have invaded the galaxy in force, crushing all resistance. Earth has fallen. Palaven, the turian homeworld, is under siege, and their military might barely holds the enemy at bay. The Reapers are pressing into the galaxy on all fronts, and it is only a matter of time before the races of Citadel Space are crushed beneath their onslaught. But there is still hope. Commander Shepard has assembled a crew of trusted allies aboard the Systems Alliance stealth frigate, the Normandy. They have the schematics for the mysterious Prothean superweapon, the Crucible, but constructing it alone will not be enough. Shepard and the Normandy crew are racing to forge alliances, build a unified front capable of defeating the Reapers before they overtake the galaxy and complete their harvest of all biological life. All the while, the insidious terrorist organisation Cerberus advances their own agenda of human supremacy at any cost, led by the mysterious Illusive Man and his army of ruthless operatives."

Note from Admiral Hackett:

"“Commander Shepard, Since you took out the Cerberus lab on Sanctum, N7 Special Forces have hit every other lab we could find. Cerberus has caught on and moved their research efforts off-world. They’ve retrofitted one of their cruisers as a mobile research facility and now keep it on the move. I’ve received reports of more abductions, like the one you stopped on Benning, and several refugee ships have unexpectedly dropped off the grid. Cerberus could be holding those abductees on that cruiser as hostages, or worse, as test subjects. Their latest hiding place was the storm above Hagalaz. Taking a page out of the Shadow Broker’s book, I suppose. We only found them because the cruiser appears to have suffered a massive systems failure and crashed on the night side of the planet. Although these nights are a lot longer than Earth’s, unfortunately it’s almost morning and daybreak will bring the most powerful storm on the other side of the Attican Traverse. The Normandy is the only Alliance ship in range. I need you to see what Cerberus was up to. Interference from the storm is degrading comms, so there’s no way Cerberus can get their research off-planet except by portable data transfer. We have recovery assets on the way, but they won’t arrive until after the storm hits and tears that ship to pieces. Shepard, your orders are: Whatever you do, keep that research data out of Cerberus’ hands. When the storm is over, I don’t want them to recover their work from the wreckage. Denying them those assets will be a major blow. Retrieve the research if possible, or destroy it if there’s no other choice. Alternatively, find a way to fortify the ship until the fleet arrives. If you find prisoners along the way, get them out of there. The storm is coming, Shepard. Get it done.” – Admiral Hackett"

Note from EDI:

"“Shepard, analysis of the crashed cruiser has isolated three primary objectives. The reactor, the research data core, and the kinetic barrier generator. You only have time to reach one of those before the storm arrives. Accessing the data core will allow us to steal Cerberus’ research, but they could salvage the ship’s wreckage after the storm has passed. Overloading the reactors will destroy the ship – and all hope of any data recovery or salvage. I am also detecting signs of the captives Admiral Hackett mentioned. By diverting power from the research core, you can boost the ship’s kinetic barriers long enough to preserve it and protect the prisoners until the Alliance arrives. However, if you do this, the data banks will be lost. The storm is only a few hours away, Shepard. I recommend moving fast. Displaying potential routes to each objective. The mission is yours.” – EDI"

[undercoverpan]

Coming home

Spider is dead.

Those are 3 words with a combined number of 12 letters. On average, each word has 4 letters, despite only 1 of them actually having 4 letters. This is the English spelling of it. In fact, when the boy had first been discovered–, sorry, when his body had first been discovered, Norm knelt down, pressed his hands to his neck and pulse and yelled out "Kerusey!" Which is Na'vi for dead. It's used as a one-word sentence here, like 'no' or 'yes'. He had declared Spider was dead with 1 very simple word, pronounced Kerr-oo-sey.

He thinks he recalls screaming after that. "Ma'itan! Ma'itan! Kerusey! Kehe, kehe, ke Ma'itan!" 

He found him rotting somewhere on the forest floor. All broken bones jutting out at odd angles and dried blood and dirt caking his body. He bore no mask and his skin was marred with thin lines across his stomach, arms, legs and back. Most disturbing was his hair, or in this case, the lack thereof. It had been as short as Jake's when he was in the military, with a long scar spanning the entirety of the back of his head. He was dressed in some flimsy medical gown, some parts already chewed up by the animals. His fingernails were bruised and dirty, and he was missing his right pinkie. He had a few missing teeth as well. Weirdly, his body was clean shaven, not a wisp of hair along his arms or legs or anywhere else.

Norm is a father scientist, he knows how you prep someone for surgery. Knows what surgical scars look like too. And once he had his fill of vomiting to the point of not being able to stand; staring dizzily at chunks of the yovo fruit he'd had moments prior; he carried his body to the lab. The human body loses 21 grams, or three-fourths of an ounce, when they die. Spider's body felt lighter than that. He could attribute it to the loss of hair. He knows that dreads, with products like gel or wax–, in Spider's case, oil–, can weigh a bit. Maybe 2 pounds; 3 if he's really pushing it. But no; he was lighter than even that.

He didn't pass anyone walking back to the lab, doing his level best to keep Spider from jostling too much. It was difficult when he had to start climbing back up. He found his legs stiffer than a board. He could barely feel the rocks and dirt beneath his feet, the scenery passing by mutely, melting away like it was never even there. Even sound could not reach him, it all seemed so far away; melting into something that was almost tranquil, like the world around him was nothing more than a sea of grey.

He reaches the lab, opens and closes the airlock and stumbles inside. The ground is cold. Spider is–, Spider is too cold. He has to warm up, and after that, maybe they can talk. He'd been gone for forever, somewhere he couldn't reach. His 'itan, cold and lonely without him. He should bring him to his room, he's tried cleaning it a little bit. Tried to preserve his scent on the blankets and pillows and clothes, keeping the door locked tight so it wouldn't be mixed in with the outside. His favourite was the bed, just laying in it like he used to with Spider when he was a baby, refusing to fall asleep unless someone was holding him. He'd sing little lullabies for him, except he only knew twinkle twinkle little star and he felt Spider deserved variety, so he sang washing machine heart and class of 2013 until he fell asleep.

He should wash Spider off before bed. Yeah, yeah, that'll help. He's going to clean him up and he thinks he'll stick him in one of his big shirts. It's easy, a mind numbing process. Dirt and blood washes away easily, but maybe that's thanks to the lack of body hair. He has Spider in his old Shakira El Dorado t-shirt, he remembers he liked their songs. As he puts Spider to bed, blue hands delicately tucking his blanket to his chin, he thought; why not relive old memories?

"Wherever, whenever, we're meant to be together.." he sings softly, recalling how Spider loved to sing along with him. "I'll be there and you'll be near, and that's the deal my dear."

______

It is not everyday that Max hears singing from Spider's room. He hears it often now, his colleague/husband often trying to reconnect to Spider that way. He always made sure to have a warm cup of tea ready for him when he did. He'd usually find him in Spider's room, clutching at some clothes or blanket, muttering desperate prayers to bring his son home, please, Eywa, let my son come home. 

Today was a surprise. Today Spider lays in his bed and Norm is singing for him. The boy is pale and unmoving, very clearly dead from where he's standing. He dropped to the floor, mug shattering and spilling tea and glass across the floor. 

"Max? Oh, be careful! Here, let me help you." He says, helping Max stand to his shaking legs. His eyes strayed to Spider's eerily still form. "Oh! Oh, Max, it's just wonderful, I found Spider! Eywa returned him to me, she let him come home!"

Max could only look at him with worry. He's dead. The boy is dead. His body is cold, stiff and pale. Their boy is dead. Kerusey. But looking at Norm's face, at the desperate and almost wild look in his eyes, as if begging for him to see what he saw. Their 'itan. Theirs, dead. 

"That's–, that's wonderful, Norm." He says tiredly. "Should I get us some food? Think we still have some episoth seeds left." Norm grins, something brighter than everything he's felt since Spider's kidnapping. 

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Lil short babie post for u guys because ily <333 dug up an absolute banger from the drabbles and aus graveyard. P sure this is part of an au that's darker than even this lil thang.

Btw:

Ma'itan! Ma'itan! Kerusey! Kehe, kehe, ke Ma'itan! Means - My son! My son! Dead! No, no, not my son!

[artemis-fowl-incident-report]

Welcome to my throwback day contribution!

So I did a post a while back talking about what I would have done with the Fowl Twins books, and a subsequent chapter by chapter breakdown for the second book. And thus, as my throwback, I'm gonna break down what I would have done for "Deny all Charges" aka the third one.

(Just to preface, I never finished the third book. I dont know what Eoin was doing there, but I wanted no part of it)

Chapter 1

The Twins have recently turned 14. Following the trend of his character development from my version of book 2, Beckett has really come into his own, doubling down on his talent for engineering and languages, and is actively working on writing his first children's book (since he found that, with all his passion for the "Alien Pooping Boy" books, he might as well try writing all his ideas for himself). Beckett also keeps bees now, since he can talk with them, and bees are one of the only creatures that consent to their domestication by humans. Myles is as snarky as ever, but is a bit less vicious about it, since he's begun realising how hurtful some of his statements can be.

The boys are in Italy with their parents, visiting their Uncle Foxy and his boyfriend, one Giovanni Zito (because I said so). They're just discussing when Artemis will be returning from Mars when the boys get a message. The Crown of Frond they saved from the last book has been stolen from the Section 8 archives. The trail leads to Venice, so the boys head over to investigate.

They tail behind the fairy thief who they believe stole the item as they twist and turn through the city until they come to a church. Just as they get there, however, the building blows up. No one is hurt, but they can only assume their target is dead.

Chapter 2

As they're preparing to head home, Myles keeps fretting about the explosion. He goes over the security footage over and over, until he remembers that many churches have catacombs under them. He keeps researching until he comes across footage of their thief being whisked away by a boat that looks like an ACRONYM vestal.

Cut to their fairy nervously pacing around a safe house, wondering if the money was worth it- BLAM! Beckett knocks down the door. Between the two of them (and Whistle Blower, who they keep threatening to feed the fairy to) their thief confesses that he stole the crown for one Lord Teddy Bleedham-Drye. The only other information he has is that he's going to be attacking a fairy magical research lab on the Devon moors soon.

They leave him, wandering through the streets to where Lazuli parked the shuttle. Beckett wonders if Artemis will be back in time for this adventure, and how it would be fun for them to get to solve this problem together. Myles is less enthused, noting that Artemis would probably get himself killed with his lack of self preservation instincts.

Chapter 3

A few days later, Lazuli, Myles, and Beckett (with Whistle Blower in his backpack) scale the Devonshire Moors. Since the area is well known for its military training camps they deemed it best to go by foot.

Lazuli is doing rather well since the last book, discovering she was from a secret branch of the Frond royal family. She's practically been adopted by Lily Frond, since most of Lily's family isn't great and she always wanted a sister. They may only be distantly related, but its the only family Lazuli's ever had (my heart!)

The magical testing facility is disguised as a Tor (big piles of granite that jut from the moors surface). But its clearly been attacked recently, with chunks taken from the surface, revealing the buildings structure underneath.

They head inside, learning that all the scientists and engineers have been kidnapped, and one piece of tech stolen. A magic amplifier. It was originally being developed for No1, as a way for him to cast spells on mass like healing the Amazonian rainforests or large groups of people during emergencies.

As the Regrettables leave they find themselves surrounded by the British Army. They're about to be fired upon, when a bright light shines down upon them. A ship descends, and a familiar voice in their ear pieces telling them to cover their eyes. There's a brilliant flash of light, and the army men drop to the ground, dazed and mind wiped of the last hour.

The spaceship's pod descends and two people step out. Butler and Artemis.

Chapter 4

Everyone (except for Myles) is overjoyed to see Artemis. He and Butler are rushed down the Haven with the Regrettables, and tearfully reunite with their friends, before buckling down and getting to business. (yes, Artemis is most pleased to be back on earth because he gets to wear suits again. Go figure)

Myles does not appreciate being side-lined like this, being treated like a child as Artemis and the others take over the situation. (Beckett tries to point out that they are actually children, but it doesn't go well for him). Its actually Lily Frond who gives them the means to listen in on the situation, having the keys to the office connecting to the situation room.

Turns out the machine is missing one key element, a very rare crystal that draws in magical energy from its environment and stores it within itself. They decide to contact Minerva about it, but it will take a day or so, since she's still a smuggler in this story, but a more high quality smuggler (also, Artemis is Godfather to Minerva's daughter. Its so sweet). Myles convinces Beckett they need to go to Minerva themselves, for which they steal a pod and head for the surface. (They leave Lazuli behind since they want her to, you know, keep her job)

Not that Beckett doesn't like a good heist, but he's usually the impulsive of of the two. He doesn't understand where this grim determination has come from with his brother. When pressed on the subject, Myles simply points out they shouldn't be overlooked like this.

Chapter 5

They turn up in New Orleans, and Minerva is very confused, but agrees to help when the situation is explained. Turns out, she has just the rock they are looking for, and a large chunk of it at that. The Twins buy it off her (because they got that Fowl money, you know what I mean?) and decide to take it to a secure location so Teddy cant get his hands on it.

Teddy gets his hands on it. He attacks the boys as they're transporting the crystal. During his big Villain monologue, he reveals he wants to be King of England, and he will use the fairy people to do so. He does, however, accidentally mention that a certain "she" will demand her share as well.

The twins are pushed from the pod, but not before Myles accidentally manages to get hold of a baby chunk of the crystal. They fall into the Atlantic Ocean, being picked up by a fairy rescue vestal.

Chapter 6

Back at Villa Eco, the twins get scolded by their parents and Artemis. Beckett kind of accepts it, but Myles refuses to. He runs away, reflecting on how all of this has been an absolute mess, that maybe they really should have left it to Artemis and the others.

When he catches up to him, Artemis and Myles have a heart to heart. Myles admits that he used to idolise Artemis, that he thought his big brother could do anything. But then he got himself killed at the end of the Last Guardian. Worse than that, he got killed from information Myles supplied him with after being possessed. He wants to be an equal to his brother, he wants to be close to him, but he felt his death stronger than anyone else. And then, when Artemis came back, he headed off to Mars like an Interstellar hipster on a gap year trying to "find himself".

Artemis apologises, explaining that he'd lived his first life for other people for so long, being the genius, the heir, Artemis Fowl II, that he didn't really know who Artemis was away from those things. He just wanted to keep his family safe, even though he had no idea how to be anything but a stranger in said family. That he should have reflected more on how him and Beckett were affected, that he does see them as his equals, and that he's sorry.

They hug it out. Myles is crying, Artemis is crying (I'm crying!)

Chapter 7

Much like the Death Star, it turns out this magical amplifier has a very specific (plot contrived) flaw. The crystal at its heart is not only rare, but its very fragile. If shot through with the right frequency, it will shatter and explode, all the magical energy contained inside it bursting out in one shot. However, they don't know what that frequency is, since they would have to run tests on some of that specific crystal vein.

Myles is happy to announce that he has one of said crystals, but will only hand it over to the LEP if they agree to let him and Beckett help. Their parents try and argue against it, but finally (finally) realise that nothing will stop their sons if theirs something they want to do and so elect to come along and help.

They fly across to Isle of Scilly to meet up with the rest of the team. Lord Teddy's manor is a virtual fortress, guarded by the fairy scientists and engineers he had kidnapped from Devon. They're clearly being mind controlled, and they have anti shield goggles on, so there's no way they could attack the house by air.

They had, however, contacted the Hortenut Seven, through Mulch, to dig them in. While they face off against Teddy, the dwarves will disable the guards, in exchange for Artemis backing their political interests (he has quite a bit of sway with the People since his resurrection, being viewed more like a Hero than the monster he used to be).

Artemis Sr and Angeline are actually surprisingly good help navigating the halls of Childblain House (turns out Angeline used to be a cat-burglar and Tim was, you know, a former crime lord so that helps). They reach the grand hall where the machine has been set up, the crystal humming away menacingly.

They each separate into one of three teams. Team A, Myles, Fowl Sr, and Butler (who between them are lugging a large box). They will be dug around the back of the hall by Mulch through the garden. Team B, Angeline, Juliet, and Beckett move to various positions around darkened hall out of sight ready to snatch the crown at the first opportunity. And Team C, Holly and Lazuli, who are shielded in the rafters with their guns ready if something goes wrong. Foaly is also there, in spirit, or rather on tech support, using his little bug drones from the Last Guardian to keep eyes on everyone.

Taking a breath Artemis, now wearing a gloop tie and glasses, steps into the hall.

Chapter 8

Artemis tries shooting at Teddy, but misses, being tackled and chained down by fairy guards for his trouble. When Teddy comes closer to inspect the intruder, he's told that this is "Myles" come back from the future to stop him. The maddened Lord wholeheartedly believes this, and takes it as a sign of his future victory. Since, if he hadn't won, there would be no need for "Myles" to have been sent back.

The crystal is changed up. Teddy is monologuing, strolling up have the crown on his head hooked up to the machine, regal in his throne

BLAM

He's shot in the chest.

Teddy looks over, betrayed, as Sister Jeronima, or rather her corps puppeteered around by Opal's ghost emerges.

All the fairies are suddenly released from the crowns spell and try to run, only to freeze back in place as Opal puts the crown on her own head.

Of course she has a villain speech, and of course she knows its Artemis. She talks about how he's always been small and pathetic, with a mind that could once rule the world but no resolve to do so.

She gets her guards to round up all the various Fowl's, Butler's and others. She hooks herself up to the machine, ordering Holly and Lazuli to take aim at their friends.

BOOM!

The crystal explodes, the machine Myles had set up vibrating at just the right frequency to release the magic trapped inside. There's chaos, Opal trying to order her fairy minions as the humans all rush forward to get the crown. Angeline is actually the one to get Opal, punching her in the face with a war cry of "that's for what you've done to my sons!" as Whistle Blower tears Opal/Jeronima's ankles to shreds.

But not before Lazuli goes to take a shot at Artemis, with Myles pushing him out the way.

Chapter 9

Between the two of them, Holly and Lazuli manage to heal Myles, where he wakes up in his big brothers arms.

It ends with them all sitting on the beach eating ice cream, waiting for the LEP to come sort out the mess and take Opal into custody.

They give the crown to Lazuli to look after, who resolves to hide it just as her ancestor Darach wanted.

Artemis tells his brothers how truly proud he is of them, and how he hopes this is the Fowl's legacy. He called an old man by Beckett, and a simpletoon by Myles.

The end

(I have been writing since 3am and now it is 7am. Why do I do this to myself? I have no idea)

[weirdmallow]

The Dimension Hopper's Field Guide is an information pamphlet in 'Warped' that will give GMs information on various alternate dimensions to use in their Multiverse-spanning campaigns!

Amongst the universes on show are:

Description: UNI#000, known as Pink Skies, is a dimension composed entirely of gargantuan floating donuts - many of them sporting the signature pink icing that gives the universe its name. These donuts soar through perpetually sunny skies with no ground in sight, making UNI#000 a popular vacation spot for weary dimension-hoppers.

Points of Interest: The hole in each donut acts as a doorway that is linked to another donut hole somewhere else in UNI#000.

Hazards: Sprinkle storms may serve to decorate the donuts that float through this realm, but be careful: these rare events have been known to throw the donuts into disarray and crush unfortunate dimension-hoppers under great pillars of sugar.

Inhabitants: Dimensional travelers have set up hotels and resorts on some of the larger donuts. Here, dimension-hoppers can put their feet up, relax and unwind in a universe that reminds them that life is sweet.

Description: Beyond the earth, beyond the stars, beyond it all lies The Void: the desolate ruins of a once great reality. Gargantuan gothic cathedrals are strewn throughout the darkness, their ruins floating silently in the void for countless millennia.

Points of Interest: Ancient summoning rituals have left some ruins infused with eldritch energy. Some have the ability to generate local gravity, generate portals to other ruins or to summon or ward off the weaker eldritch entities that inhabit this realm.

Hazards: This dimension has no gravity or breathable air. Colossal black holes tear at the space around them, spelling certain death for all those they draw in.

Inhabitants: Though the once grand civilization that inhabited this realm has crumbled to dust, UNI#928 is not devoid of life. Amongst the ruins float the Great Old Ones: ancient, infinitely powerful eldritch gods so vast in scale that to look upon them is to risk madness. Their spawn scour the wastes in search of rifts to other dimensions and new worlds for their masters to conquer.

Description: In a universe that resembles our own, the small desert town of Endeavor plays host to a historic rocket launch: the first in human history. The town crowds around the launchpad in anticipation. Little do they know that the rocket is fated to explode, vaporising the town completely. In fact, it does so every day. UNI#321 is a universe trapped in a perpetual time loop: every time Endeavor is destroyed, time rewinds 24 hours and the loop begins again.

Points of Interest: While everyone in Endeavor is unaware of the time loop, anyone from outside of this dimension retains their memories of each loop. Beneath the town is a hidden laboratory filled with alien technology. One device in particular is a helmet that  allows the wearer to retain their memories, anything on their person, and the helmet itself, when time resets.

Hazards: Outside of the explosion and the time loop itself, there are no hazards specific to Countdown.

Inhabitants: The people of Endeavor are welcoming, friendly and brimming with small town charm. The town is also awash with engineers, military personnel and astronauts who have come to witness the launch. In the lab beneath the town, a small team of scientists are attempting to work out how to prevent the destruction of the rocket and the resulting time loop, though only one of them can wear the alien helmet and preserve their memories of previous loops.

[oc-smashorpass]

Cassidy (C[AC-1D]Y), he/they/it, tmasc, mlm

Cassidy is a Metahuman that resides in the Hemingway Metahuman Facility, a sub-terranian bioengineering lab centered on creating genetically modified humans in order to improve the quality of life of everyday citizens by using them to replace various niches, such as civil servanthood or military force.

He is a scorpion-based metahuman with various subcutaneous and internal acid glands,

bioluminescent, green skin. His acid can range in pH from anywhere to 4 to -10. He must constantly expel it, otherwise, it will build up and cause symptoms, like nausea, abdominal discomfort, and vomiting.

Cassidy is loud and boisterous, always on the lookout for a good time, be that in the form of hanging with his friends or tagging the walls of the facility with graffiti. He loves being the center of attention, and can be impulsive and reckless if he thinks it can a reaction out of the people around him. He is extremely loyal, valuing it higher than even his own self-preservation. He has a strong sense of justice, and frequently breaks rules that he deems to be unfair.

Due to an accident stemming from sabotage, he lost half of his face, his right arm, and some of his internal organs, which were replaced by cybernetic parts.

oc by @furyohin4urr20 !

[teamlawn]

Overlawn - Some Trivia and Brief Location Information

Disclaimer: Overlawn does not belong to the original universe of Undertale or Plants vs. Zombies. Please do not regard its designs as the canon of the originals.

In Overlawn, zombies are a species that existed long ago and has long been extinct. the virus breaking out in 203X is able to mutate humans into creature similar to this species. this virus attacks their brain directly, making them almost lose the human thinking, infecting others through the desire for the brain. Certainly, a small number of people, after becoming zombies, still keep a certain level of mind and sobriety. It varies from person to person. Plants refers to a new type of creature cultivated by Crazy Dave, different from ordinary plants in nature, having self-consciousness like humans.

In Overlawn, property is a living thing's outstanding features, which do not easily change. Color of soul is the concretization of property, which is the color corresponding to the property itself. During a battle, a character will display the color corresponding to their property, regardless of whether they have a soul or not.

Tree of Wisdom

The source of the barrier, rising abruptly out of the ground after the war, creating a vast unidirectional barrier field.

It's said that as long as one can climb to the top of the tree, they can be transported to escape the barrier, but the cost is sacrifice a certain amount of the soul energy, which exceeds the soul energy storage of most creatures.

Taking a different path, enough soul energy can directly destroy the tree, but who can assure that after absorbing so much souls, the body will not collapse due to inability to withstand such powerful energy before destroying the tree?

Unsodded City (Ruins Replacement)

Locating in the original residence of the plants prewar. Its vegetation was severly damaged due to the war. Plants rebuilt a city on ruins.

Outside it there's a doubled city wall surrounding. Zombies after entering the city gate will walk between the two walls and be nearly impossible to notice the entrance to the residential areas.

In the early years, plants, due to the cost of the war, arranged puzzles everywhere between the city walls to defend zombies.

the top of the city wall consists of glass plates, which make it able to look up at the night sky.

Grassy Valley(Snowdin Replacement)

Not influenced by the war, still lush with green grass. During the king led plants to explore areas outside the Unsodded City, many plants relocated here.

Watery Grave & Mistery Mistory(Waterfall Replacement)

Once planned to be developed as an area telling history of plants culture. Due to some policy changes, a military stronghold was ultimately established there, but those which had been developed to an extent were preserved.

Roofool(Hotland Replacement)

A bustling metropoli. Entertainment center. Full monty.

Tree of Wisdom Jr(CORE Replacement)

Fertilizer developed by the lab led the growth of a new tree from the lateral roots of Tree ofWisdom, which solved the energy crisis of plants via its continuous release of energy.

The built-in defense system is the last line of defense to prevent zombies from approaching.

Endless.

Zen Garden(New Home Replacement)

A peaceful area abandoned for the growth of Tree of Wisdom Jr. The king and a unfamiliar caretaker is the only ones that stays and lives here.

Beyond Matter

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[the-ultimate-muses]

@hopes-memorial cont. from (X)

There's an extended pause in the space between question and answer where Maddy simply stares straight ahead, standing completely still. She's not looking at anything in particular, but should anyone catch her eye, it would feel as if it was seeing right through them (Which...wasn't really wrong...).

"Thank you for your feedback; it has been noted, and I will do my best to adjust accordingly." Another stock sounding line before 'Maddy' took back over. Well...sort of. The computer was Maddy, with there being no current way to differentiate the 'personality' from the machine. The only interactions she's had since her creation have been in a lab where almost all conversations have required such technical responses.

"Reiichi Shimomura; Age: 18, Height: Five foot-two inches or one hundred fifty eight centimeters, Weight: one hundred and twenty two pounds or fifty five kilograms, Blood type: B, Designated title: Ultimate Hacker...Is this information correct?"

A pause for an answer ( if there even was one), it once again abnormally long before she continued Process: Conversation. "Before Designation: Ultimate Android, I was known as Mobile Advanced Threat Assessment Interface. I was created by [BZZZRT] with the eventual intention of detecting potential dangers; example: floods, incoming military grade attacks from those affiliated with foreign ideologies, stepping on a lego, before such events could be fully conceived by opposing forces, thus ensuring the preservation of human lives, constructs, and ideals.

”Due to humans evolutionary response of distrusting what they do not understand, I have been assigned to AI.70’s current objective of ‘fitting in’  in an effort to ease any potential future concern and malice of the general populace so that I may better perform my duties involving daily threat assessments.” 

Well…asked and answered? 

“Do you have any other inquiries? Note: Any privileged information will be subject to censorship according to [BZZZRT]’s mandated guidelines. This block can only be overridden by Admin: [BZZZRT].” 

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[davetheswat6]

Fierro felt the pain of betrayal and being treated as a lab rat. When he learned that he wasn't human nor Inpreten, he tried to tell the rest of the Shipping crew he worked with, only for them to panic and throw him out of the airlock. Leaving him to die in space, but because of his unique xenobiology, his body instead entered a strange hibernation state until he was recovered by a passing F.N.G Carrion vessel. Seeing he was a supposedly brand new alien, they brought him into captivity and studied him. He tried 3 times to escape, each getting closer to freedom than the last but he failed and gave up for a long while. The pain of being treated as some dangerous, mindless alien by both the people he had trusted for quite a while and by the people who usually save others from danger kinda hurt him bad. Leaving him mute for a long time until he met Dr. Emile Carhtok, his technical half brother. And with his help Fierro would learn some even crazier things, like the fact that his earliest memories are actually a miss-mash of 2 other peoples memories, who came together thanks to the alien that he used to be.

Driver had lost everything. When she was you, her father was forcefully taken for military enlistment and came back later in a ring box... As the government could only bring back a finger.. her mother had taken her life out of depression, leaving Driver and her younger brother alone. They both had to join the forced military in their city, Driver joined as an engineer and Her younger brother as a soldier, with ambitions of being some special-ops trooper or a combat mech driver. Later on, Driver received a task to fix one of the incinerators in the Morgue. Upon arriving she noted that there was a body just ready to be cremated at the broken incinerator. Curiosity got the better of her and she took a peek under the white sheet. And then promptly had a heart attack upon seeing the caustic burnt corpse of her younger brother. Her higher ups told her that she was disgracing her brother with her tears and that she should instead be happy knowing that he gave his life for the government.

Now she was alone.. but at least she had some acquaintances to keep her sane. Then the nuclear deletion happened, she was arrested and thrown into an experimental stasis chamber for preservation. By the time she was free'd, Humanity was long gone, leaving her as the last human alive, the earth was completely different from the one she had left. All kinds of alien flora and fauna littered the once deserted lands. And her torment wouldn't end there..

David? Everything, grew up in poverty with an abusive dad who later ditched them, once had aspirations of being a doctor or some lawyer to help pull his family out of poverty but were soon crushed by reality. Joined the US military out of desperation to make something, Saw many people die as usual, later joined a special group called the ONWARD 6 (Specifically the third group, OWNARD 6-C) was offered to be a part of an experimental equipment test, the one that would give him his technical immortality, Sent on a recon mission that he was never meant to come back from. Survived in the unknown city he was sent to recon for 6 years before finding a way out. Made it back to the US, Took back his position in the ONWARD 6-C and now he's where he currently is. His life is shit, and everybody just tells him to suck it up.

2 decades and a half of bottled up mental anguish.. all just waiting to explode..

What's the worst your character has ever been hurt? 

[nityarawal]

3/7/2024

Morning Songs 

Writin' My "Jewel" Song 

I'm Gonna Write

My Jewel

Sittin' In The Rain

On The PCT

In Riverside

Listenin' 

To Her

Could Be Jelly

Sittin' In The Rain

On The PCT

Like Earnie Maxwell

And All The

Hikers Before Me

Did 'Jewel' Beg

For A Shower

At The State Park

With A Golden 

Bear Pass

Or Did She Eat

The Fifty Dollars

Like The Rest

Of Us

At The Kinder

County Shower

Gavin Newsom

Brags

About

A Free Golden Bear

State

Pass

But What He Doesn't

Say

Is Rangers Give

Us Danger

Stranger

Terrorising Moms

In Idyllwild

Misters

Won't Obey Governors

Laws

Anyways

Seemingly

Workin'

For America First Legal

Stephan Miller

Trumpleberry

OathKeepers 

What Marianne

Says

Is: You Do Politics

Or Politics

Does You

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Sleeping On The

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Camping In CARS

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God

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Refunds

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Your Loved Ones

'Ain't Love

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[timeshift-playground]

Minus vs Timesy

[bl00dh0rs3]

My friend i Hear You but also you have missed an integral part of what i was trying to say. Humans Are Not Bad. That is Not the moral of the story. Capitalism and unrestrained "innovation" that profits off of the distruction of communities and environments is the problem.

The RDA is the problem. The Military's involvement in resource gatherment is the problem. The individual humans in the Avatar universe are Normal. People. Just Like You, and Me, and our primary vector Into this story, Jake Sully. They are people caught in predatory employment contracts (iirc. The RDA canonically used a form of indentured servitude?? Among other things, like the Recombinants -- bc i think its hilarious people Actually think blue!Quaritch still has... human rights. Like they actually think the big bad RDA is that nice to their lab grown super soldiers. LOL), people who are constantly being manipulated by their superiors into believing that Nature Is Always Only Dangerous (THE RDA NPC CHATTER IN AFOP IS... GOD. some of these people had Never seen a tree before. Thats how BAD of shape earth is in), people who are coming to Pandora from their dying home planet to try to carve out a space for what the RDA is Deliberately leading them to think of as "the Preservation of Humanity".

Some people fall for those manipulations, and some don't. Some people profit off of these manipulations and perpetrate them for immediate personal gain, and some with go "fuck this noise" and take ative steps towards Escaping that purposefully confining environment so that they can try to take it down from the outside, for the good of everyone, because its what they believe is right.

Believing that humanity is inherently bad can only ever lower morale. We all see good deeds every day, as many (if not More than) we see the bad ones. Those are what we need to focus on, to praise and to uphold and stand behind the notion of kindness towards all our extended family on this earth. Hope is integral to our survival. We have to hope and work hard to improve this world in every way we can -- especially when those of us who are too apathetic for that begin to intentionally wreak destruction on the lives of others, en masse.

James Cameron may not have intended his story to be this complicated -- but the thing about all of these tropes and ideas is that they are all intrinsically related to eachother. To look at a story that is based on chronicling the oppression, resistance of inhalation, and likely eventual liberation of a fictional allegory for Indigenous People of all kinds... and only come away with "humans Are bad" is completely missing the mark, man 😭

That said, i do believe the Third movie will do a lot to help get this point im trying to explain across Better to a wider audience, given that a major talking point for it in onterviews so far has been the fact that we are going to be meeting a wider cast of characters, including both a new antagonist clan of Na'vi (to showcase that, just like Us, no na'vi are a monolith -- they are capable of the same levels of violence and malice that we are), as well as a slew of new Human characters, and a quote saying that they deliberately Want to show the better side of humanity in the coming sequels.

Its really easy to forget that Avatar is an ongoing saga on par with the rise of Star Wars back in its heyday (with historical parallels in the treatment both creators were given by their hatefans in response to its "unprecedented" popularity lol) -- but its important to bc like... we just don't have the full story yet. The soup hasnt even been brough to a Boil man we gotta just let JamCam COOK before we make sweeping judgments on the "simplicity" of the narrative, ykwim?

Watching someone play afop and im so. Oh my god. Oh my GOD. It's literally just a fucking showcase of all the Exact type of shit that has been happening to indigenous people and people of color have been dealing with for Centuries at the hands of white supremacy and imperialism. Like its literally just Showing all that Shit from the perspective of a Na'vi in universe. So it "demonizes" the RDA accordingly. And uet so many fucking reviewers are joshing on it and calling it Boring and Slow and Uninspired and that it makes human's 'cartoonishly evil' LIKE YOU PEOPLE HAVENT LOOKED AT A SINGLE FUCKING CURRENT EVENT IN YOUR LIVES. Oh my god im so mad at all these fucking reviewers now. The fucking AUDACITY to look at something this fucking Honest about the cruelty humans are capable of, while living during the fucking day and age with all this Knowledge we have at our fingertips -- the fucking audacity to look at this game and what the character goes through and not being able to muster up ANY other fucking emotion besides "ubisoft never was great at story anyway so idc lol" fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. Like actually. You can't even fucking ATTEMPT to connect to this story emotionally? Not even a fucking Smidge? Jesus fucking christ people need everything to be spoon fed to them these days. God forbid a piece of media actually ask you to meet it in the middle for once.

[hysterialevi]

Red Moon | Chapter 1

Fanfic summary: In an AU where Jason contracts the vampiric plague, the lieutenant is forced through a series of experiments at the hands of CENTCOM, and held prisoner at Camp Slayer’s research facility. When he discovers that they plan to use Salim as their next subject however, he decides to go rogue, and turns against the US military before they can use his disease as a key to immortality.

Point of view: third-person

Pairing: Jason Kolchek/Salim Othman

This story is also on AO3 | Next chapter

IRAQ, 2003

“Welcome back, Subject One.”

Those were the first words Jason heard upon waking up. The first words CENTCOM ever said to him following his return from the Devil’s abode.

He remembered finding himself on an operating table. The gazes of a dozen scientists were nailed onto his bare body, and the gleaming light of an overhead lamp pierced through his skull.

It was like stepping into a whole new world. Nothing made sense anymore. Despite having called this place home in the past, everything about it suddenly felt foreign to the newly revived marine.

Even his own body barred him in like the walls of a cage. It clung to him like a shell that refused to let go, and the mere sight of his face was enough to make his stomach twist.

The jagged horns, the beast-like fangs, the serpentine eyes... Jason hardly recognized himself these days. To say that he felt less than human was an understatement, and it certainly didn’t help matters that CENTCOM rarely referred to him by his actual name.

Now, he was simply Subject One; the center of all the experiments being conducted at Camp Slayer, and the only living carrier of the virus now known as HERA. His infection had set the course for a revolutionary breakthrough within the realm of science, and the government had decided that they wanted his abilities for their own.

If they could find a way to reproduce the effects of HERA -- effects such as being able to survive without any sustenance or rest, utilizing echolocation in the dark, and even evading death itself -- they would finally be able to provide the United States with the indestructible army they always dreamed of. 

Perhaps it was a goal worth pursuing in the minds of those at the top, but to Subject One, it was an endeavor that would only lead humanity one step closer to extinction. He had already witnessed firsthand how such a power decimated the lost vampire civilization, and the sacrifices Randolph Hodgson made for the sake of keeping their existence a secret.

Even back then, the archeologists already knew that mankind couldn’t be trusted with something as boundless as immortality, and their concerns weren’t without merit. If humans became invincible, what reason would they have to care about risk? Concepts such as fear, danger, and self-preservation would instantly be discarded. 

The day human beings unlocked the gateway to eternal life would be the day that life itself ceased to have any meaning. Greed would conquer the world at a level beyond control, and peace would be no more than a distant memory. After all, war without cost was war without end.

Unfortunately, in spite of the tremendous threat that HERA posed, Jason no longer knew what he could do to fight against it. Even with his newfound capabilities, he was still a lone man drowning amidst a sea of chaos, and CENTCOM had already taken every measure necessary to secure him at Camp Slayer.

He was nothing more than another lab rat watching helplessly as the US government guided an apocalypse to their doorstep. His only option at the moment was to cooperate with their researchers, and wait for the end to come.

Still, Jason’s willpower hadn’t been entirely drained just yet. Somewhere deep inside him, a bundle of flickering embers remained, dreaming of the day when they would be reignited again. He didn’t know what would cause the spark, or how long he had until it arrived, but it persevered nonetheless. 

It was the only thing keeping him going for now, and the only thing he had left.

Hope.

~~~~~~~~~~

CAMP SLAYER, LABORATORY

0736 HOURS

Entering the elevator with a spring in his step, Dr. Emmett Carlyle tapped the “down” button on the wall before strolling towards the center, waiting quietly as the mechanism began to lower itself.

For the duration of the short descent, the doctor took this moment to straighten his tie with a soft tug before adjusting his glasses so that they sat on the very top of his nose.

Despite having been stationed in a rather harsh environment compared to the one back at home, Dr. Carlyle still managed to maintain a tidy appearance. He was on the cusp of reaching fifty years old, and had deep umber skin that had been creased with a set of wrinkles typical for his age. He also had a head of short-cropped hair that was speckled with streaks of white, and a neat goatee outlining the structure of his chin.

Overall, he was a sophisticated looking man. His demeanor resembled that of a professor in a way; filled to the brim with knowledge, and always eager to share it. It made him a popular man within CENTCOM’s circles, but perhaps not to the soldiers up above.

Ring. Ring.

A sudden jingle stirred in the pocket of Carlyle’s coat, prompting him to reach a hand inside just as the elevator came to a halt. The doors slid open with a soft ding, and soon enough, the doctor was off, speaking over the phone as he walked.

“Yes? This is Carlyle.” He answered, striding down the laboratory’s intricate halls. They twisted and turned throughout the ground like a snake sleeping under Camp Slayer.

“Good morning, doctor,” the voice on the other end greeted. “I just wanted to inform you that we’ve assigned you a new assistant. She’ll be waiting for you down in the lab. Her name is Dr. Moreau. We believe her help will prove invaluable in the experiments pertaining to Subject One.”

“Ah, thanks for letting me know.”

“Oh, one other thing--” they continued, “you might have to fill her in on the details. We’ve told her the basics, but there’s only so much you can cover in one meeting.”

“Understood, will do.”

“Have a good day, sir. We’re here if you need us.”

“You too.”

Bringing the short call to an end, Carlyle slipped the phone back in his pocket and continued down the hallway, subtly observing the conversations around him. A few other scientists were dotting the otherwise empty space, and the doctor couldn’t help but find himself intrigued by their small talk.

“--Did you hear about the Iraqi prisoner?” One woman murmured. “Apparently, he tried to escape again last night.”

“Again?” A man replied. “Christ, didn’t he hurt someone during his first attempt? I’m surprised the boys up top haven’t just shot him yet. What makes him so special, anyway?”

“My guess? His information is what’s keeping him alive. He was there in the Sumerian temple. He even went to the nest of those... creatures. No way would the military just throw away someone like that.”

“Yeah, but still. He’s with the Republican Guard, isn’t he? I’m not sure I like the idea of having an enemy Iraqi so close to our operations.”

“You and me both.”

Pulling himself away from their conversation, Dr. Carlyle rounded a corner and ventured further down the path, inching closer to his office. It was just a few meters away from him now, and he could already see a woman standing patiently by the door. That must have been Dr. Moreau.

Moreau appeared to be around her early thirties and stood about a head lower than her counterpart. Her hickory colored hair had been tied into a prim bun that didn’t allow for any stray locks, and her features carried a dignifying sharpness to them.

Yet, contrary to the initial impression that her temperament gave off, her eyes didn’t seem to reflect the same solemnity. They twinkled with a surprisingly cordial nature, and instantly brightened the mood of anyone she looked at. It was a welcome change compared to the usual formality found in the camp.

“Erm, Dr. Carlyle?” The woman said, her eyes flicking towards her new colleague.

“Hello, ma’am.” The man greeted, extending a hand. “You’re Dr. Moreau, I presume? I was told you’d be here.”

“Yes,” she confirmed, giving his hand a single but friendly shake. “Dawn Moreau, to be precise. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. It’s good to see a new face on the team. Things can get rather redundant down here, I’m afraid. Luckily, our recent operation has kept things... exciting.”

“So I’ve heard. Though, I’ll admit, I haven’t heard much. I was assigned to Operation Red Moon only yesterday. What should I know before we get started?”

Carlyle smirked. “I’ll explain everything, but I’m warning you, it’s going to sound like I pulled it straight out of a science-fiction movie.”

Moreau returned the smirk. “I can handle it.”

“Really? Good, then follow me. I’ll fill you in on the way.”

Leading Dawn deeper into the lab, Dr. Carlyle broke into a brisk pace as he headed for the operating rooms, eager to get things going.

“So,” he started, “have you been told about HERA?”

“Yes. I’m aware it’s a newly discovered virus, but not much else. From the sounds of it, it seems like a fairly big deal.”

A chuckle escaped Carlyle’s lips. “Understatement of the century. HERA is a virus, yes, but one unlike anything we’ve ever seen. Most viruses out there inflict nothing but harm on their hosts. Their symptoms are usually entirely damaging. With HERA however, the situation is quite the opposite.”

“The opposite? Are you saying that this virus has good symptoms?”

“As bizarre as it may seem, yes. Its symptoms include invincibility against all types of physical damage, a lack of need for food or water, a limitless amount of energy, echolocation, enhanced hearing, and -- most importantly -- immortality.”

Dr. Moreau came to a pause. “...I-I’m sorry, did you just say ‘immortality?”

“I told you it would sound like a science fiction movie.”

The woman let out a soft laugh. “You certainly weren’t wrong about that. But how can you be so positive it’s immortality? Could it be something else?”

“Unlikely. Most of the subjects we’ve analyzed with HERA have dated back to around 2200 BC. I’m not sure how else they would’ve been able to survive for such an extended period of time if not for that reason.”

“Fascinating...” Dawn whispered in disbelief. She fell quiet for a moment, thinking about something Carlyle just mentioned. “Doctor, what did you mean when you said ‘most’ of the subjects? Are there others that come from different time periods?”

“Yes,” the man clarified, “but there’s just one. From our own lifetime, in fact. Subject One -- the only living carrier of HERA. That’s who we’re going to see right now.”

Dr. Moreau’s expression darkened in response to Carlyle’s wording. “...Wait. The subject is a human?”

It didn’t take long for her colleague to pick up on her tone. “Now, don’t you worry about that. The experiments do involve a human subject, yes, but he’s so far gone that he may as well be a beast at this point. You’ll understand once you see him.”

Dawn wasn’t quite convinced. “Doctor, I want to help, but ethically speaking--”

“--Ethically speaking, we are simply trying to construct a bioweapon that will bolster our nation’s security.” Carlyle interrupted. “It’s for the good of our country, and for our people. It won’t be an easy task, but it is a worthwhile one. All I’m asking is that you trust me.”

It was clear based on the woman’s face that she still carried a level of doubt, but for the time being, she decided not to let it get in her way. Now that she understood the full truth of what was going on though, it suddenly made sense to her why CENTCOM gave her as few details as possible before assigning her to the team. 

“...Very well, doctor.” Moreau said with a defeated sigh. “I’m placing my faith in you.”

Carlyle gave her an appreciative nod. “Thank you, Dawn. You won’t regret this.”

“Anyway, back to Subject One. Does this person exhibit all the symptoms you listed before?”

“To a degree, yes. Based on the other subjects we’ve examined, I believe Subject One is still in the early stages of HERA’s development. Our goal is to keep track of his progress, and find a way to apply his symptoms to other hosts. The government thinks they could prove invaluable to our troops.”

Moreau threw a puzzled glance at him. “That makes sense, but if HERA is a virus, couldn’t you simply spread it via blood or saliva?”

“We could, but here’s the problem. Using that method would replicate the exact same symptoms Subject One has, and not all of them are desirable. One major weakness we’ve noted in those infected by HERA is an extreme vulnerability to sunlight. The objective of Red Moon is to weed out any unwanted properties in HERA before distributing it to the rest of our forces.”

Moreau nodded in understanding. “I see. So you’re trying to refine it.”

“Exactly. And that’s where you come in. Anyway, now that we’ve clarified everything, shall we get started?”

~~~~~~~~~~

CENTCOM RESEARCH FACILITY

OPERATING ROOM 4

0745 HOURS

A low whir hummed underneath the looming silence of the operating room, matching that of Subject One’s mellow breathing. A continuous but faint beep followed the steady rhythm of his heart, and to accompany it, there was a soft buzz tiptoeing through the air due to the surgical lamp towering above him.

It was a quiet environment that would’ve allowed most people to concentrate entirely on their work, but to Subject One, the noises couldn’t have been louder.

He could hear everything.

The ticking of time, the vibration of the machinery, the clacking of footsteps, hell, even the muffled voices of the scientists outside couldn’t fly under his radar. It was like the world just wouldn’t shut up.

All Jason wanted to do was cover his ears and let his thoughts empty themselves out. Thanks to HERA, his hearing had been amplified astronomically over the past couple weeks, and by now, he almost felt as if his skull would crumble from being battered by the never-ending commotion.

To his dismay however, he was in no position to stop it.

In order to eliminate any chances of escape, Jason’s wrists and ankles had both been strapped down to the table. His body was splayed out for all to see, and apart from a pair of shorts that CENTCOM had provided for him, there was nothing else to hide his exposed skin.

It was humiliating to be presented like this. All day long, the doctors would stare at the man, observing him as if he were some kind of science project. His privacy had been completely stripped away, and even in his cell, he could never escape the scrutiny of the security cameras.

He just wished he could be seen as a human again. So many days had passed since he last heard his own name that a part of Jason feared even he would forget it. 

He was slowly losing himself down here day by day, and he didn’t know much longer he could keep it up.

“Here we are.” A familiar voice suddenly said from behind the door, leading Jason to flick his head towards the entrance. “Operating Room 4.”

A man and woman wandered in shortly after the announcement, both of them geared up in hazmat suits. The plasticky material of their clothes still glistened from being sprayed in the decontamination airlock, and their faces had been obscured by a pair of masks.

Still, that didn’t stop Jason from being able to identify the man. He would’ve recognized Carlyle’s voice anywhere in the world. The woman, on the other hand, remained a mystery to him.

“Ah, Subject One, there you are.” Carlyle greeted casually, setting a clipboard down on a nearby desk. For him, this was just another typical day in the laboratory, but it was clear that his colleague didn’t share the same comfort. She stopped in her tracks almost immediately upon meeting eyes with Jason, and couldn’t help but stare at the man in absolute astonishment. 

The marine threw a glare in her direction, not wanting to be gawked at.

“...What’re you lookin’ at?” He snapped.

The woman steadily approached Jason, tilting her head in curiosity as she examined his inhuman features.

“Your eyes...” she whispered incredulously, “...they’re like a snake’s. A-And you have horns, too. How on earth...?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jason retorted, already sick of her observations, “I’m pretty as a fuckin’ peach, ain’t I.”

Carlyle chuckled at the lieutenant’s hostile tone, preparing some tools for the upcoming experiment. “If only HERA came with some manners. Now that would sure make things a whole lot smoother.”

“Oh, real funny, doc. How ‘bout I strap you down to this goddamn table and see how you like it?”

Carlyle merely ignored Jason’s comments and stepped over to the woman’s side, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Pay the subject no mind, ma’am. I’m afraid he’s always like this. You’ll just have to get used to it, unfortunately. But he’s harmless enough.”

The marine said nothing in response, and simply shook his head in aggravation. Meanwhile, the pair of scientists carried on with the day’s agenda, taking out a set of syringes along with a camera. The camera was placed in direct view of the operating table and stabilized by a tripod, ensuring that the entire scene could fit in the frame.

“August 15th, 2003.” Carlyle said as he activated the device. “The time is 0745 hours. My name is Dr. Emmett Carlyle. I’m a chief research scientist of Operation Red Moon, and will be continuing my experiments pertaining to Subject One. Today, I’ll--”

Interrupting the man before he could get another word out, a series of knocks suddenly emitted from the door, cutting Carlyle’s video short. He stopped the recording with an annoyed huff and strode over to the entrance, pulling the door open just enough to see who was on the other side.

“Yes?” He said, failing to hide the irritation in his tone. “We’re in the middle of an operation at the moment.”

Jason lifted his head slightly from the table, intrigued by Carlyle’s surprise visitor. He wasn’t able to catch a glimpse of their face from where he sat, but he could hear their voice without any trouble.

“Apologies for the interruption, doctor, but there’s something rather urgent that requires your attention.”

The man tossed a glance over his shoulder before turning back to the guest. “Can it wait?”

“I’m afraid not, sir. I was told to come get you immediately.”

The doctor’s shoulders slouched. “...Very well. I’ll be there shortly. Just give me a moment.”

“Of course.”

Turning to face his assistant, Carlyle gave the woman a brief to-do list, explaining the procedure.

“Doctor, I need you to extract ten milliliters of blood from the subject, and store the sample in the container I’ve prepared on the desk. Also, make sure to record the entire process. We need footage of each operation.”

She nodded assuredly. “Understood. I’ll take care of it.”

“Thank you. I’ll return as soon as I can.”

Making a swift exit from the room, Carlyle slipped out without saying another word and closed the door behind him, talking with his visitor about the “urgent matter.”

In the meantime, the woman picked up a clipboard and approached Jason, speaking to him as she got everything ready.

“...I’m sorry if my behavior made you uncomfortable earlier,” she apologized, attempting to reconcile with the marine. “It’s just... I’ve never seen anyone quite like you before. I have to admit, your appearance caught me off-guard.”

The man said nothing in return, and kept his eyes on the ceiling.

“You’re probably wondering who I am by now,” she continued, putting an introductory hand on her chest. “My name is Dr. Moreau, but you can call me--”

“--I already know what your name is.” Jason said bluntly. “I heard you and Carlyle talkin’ outside.”

The realization took Moreau by surprise. “You... heard us? All the way out there?” She chortled in an impressed manner. “Huh. Carlyle wasn’t kidding when he said you had hypersensitive hearing. Amazing.”

She cleared her throat. “Anyway. Let’s get started with the operation.”

Setting the clipboard down on a case cart, Dawn walked over to the camera and grabbed a cotton pad along the way, resuming the recording. 

“August 15th, 2003. The time is...” she flicked her eyes at the clock, “...0747 hours. My name is Dr. Dawn Moreau. I’m a research scientist part of Operation Red Moon. Today, I’ll be extracting a blood sample of ten milliliters from Subject One, and storing it for further analysis.”

The woman returned to Jason’s side, sanitizing his left arm. She gently took hold of the limb and wiped the skin clean, only to halt mid-action when she noticed a vibrant tattoo adorning his forearm.

“...Death before dishonor...” Moreau murmured under her breath, reading the text. She recognized the emblem almost instantly. “Are you a marine?”

Jason’s tone remained bleak with disinterest. “...Why d’you care?”

The scientist shrugged innocently. “Just curious, is all.”

The lieutenant dismissed Dawn’s question at first by breaking eye contact with her and turning away, but eventually gave in once he noticed the disappointed shift in her mood.

“...Yeah, I’m a marine.” He finally admitted. “I served as a first lieutenant. I was part of the investigation team that got trapped in the Sumerian temple.”

“Ah, yes...” Dawn recalled. “I remember hearing about that. Both you and an Iraqi soldier were rescued about, what, two weeks ago? Is that when you...”

“Contracted HERA?” Jason finished. “Yeah. Happened down in that shit hole. To be honest, part o’ me wonders if I’d have been better off dyin’ along with everyone else.”

The doctor came to a grim pause. “...Everyone else?”

Jason’s brow crinkled in sorrow, his gaze sinking downwards. “...No one else in my team made it. Apart from the Iraqi soldier, I was the only one who got out alive. I wouldn’t have survived without his help.”

Dawn’s voice softened with empathy. “Oh, I’m... I’m sorry.”

The soldier forced his grief back beneath the surface. “Yeah.”

Falling into a brief silence, the doctor took a moment to process everything she just learned before returning to the task at hand, switching back to business mode. The compassionate side of her wanted to comfort the forlorn marine, but she knew she couldn’t allow herself to get distracted.

“Erm... extracting blood now.” Dawn announced to the camera, positioning a syringe above the pit of Jason’s elbow. She stuck the needle into his skin, and slowly pulled back the plunger until there was enough blood filling the barrel. Afterwards, she brought the syringe over to the container Carlyle set out earlier, and made sure that the sample was ready for storage.

As for Jason, the lieutenant used Moreau’s short absence as an opportunity to eavesdrop on the missing doctor’s conversation, admittedly curious as to what the “urgent matter” was. Carlyle had been gone from the room for a while now, and he couldn’t help but suspect that the news had something to do with him.

“--Are you certain that’s the wisest course of action?” Emmett questioned, his tone laden with skepticism.

“Yes, as I’ve stated before.” The other man said. “With this method, we kill two birds with one stone. Your team gets a new subject, and the rest of us are able to sleep better at night. It’s a win-win.”

“Hm. I’m not so sure.”

“What’s there to fear, doctor? He’s not American, anyway. No one would miss him.”

The last statement caused Jason’s chest to tighten with anxiety. What the hell were these two talking about?

“That’s exactly my concern.” Carlyle countered. “In case you forgot, we are constructing a bioweapon here -- something intended to transform your everyday soldier into an indestructible killing machine. You really think it’s a good idea to inject a virus like HERA into an enemy Iraqi? A man who would gladly see us all dead if given the chance?”

“But I thought you said Kolchek’s blood was lethal. Wouldn’t the Iraqi just die like the other subjects?”

“The simple truth is that we don’t know. So far, the mortality rate for Subject One’s blood has been 100%, but we have no guarantee it’ll stay that way. For all we know, this prisoner could be the one to survive. And then what? We’ll have an immortal, invincible, incredibly pissed off member of the Republican Guard sitting in the core of our operations. I won’t take that risk.”

“But what’s the alternative, doctor? Sacrificing more of our own people to these experiments? You said so yourself -- you’re running out of test subjects. Everyone who’s been injected with Kolchek’s blood so far has died. If you won’t use the Iraqi, you’ll have to find another American. Someone from our side. Is that truly any better?”

Carlyle found himself at a dead-end, prompting the other man to proceed with his horrendous proposal.

“...People are gonna die no matter what we do, Emmett. It’s inevitable. We’re in the middle of a war, for Christ’s sake. We may as well try our best to minimize the casualties for our troops, and let someone else take the brunt of it. It’s just one of the many necessary evils of the world.”

The doctor sighed deeply, evidently torn about the issue. He didn’t sound like he was completely on board with the idea yet, but Jason could still detect a hint of compliance holding onto the edge of his words.

He wasn’t really considering going through with this, was he? 

“You are... absolutely positive about this?” Carlyle double-checked, emphasizing every syllable.

“I am.” The man assured, his answer backed by conviction. “I wouldn’t approach you with something I didn’t fully approve of.”

Emmett drifted off into a worrying silence, contemplating how to proceed. 

“...Very well, then. I confess I still have my reservations, but if this is what it takes, then... so be it. I’ll send someone to fetch the Iraqi in the upcoming days. You won’t have to worry about him anymore.”

“Thank you, Dr. Carlyle. This really is for the best. I trust you will make great strides with this operation. We’re all counting on you.”

Tuning out of their morbid discussion as it came to an end, Jason brought his senses back to the operating room and tried to calm down, admittedly still shaken up by everything he just discovered.

What the fuck were they talking about out there? What did they mean by “other subjects?” For this entire time, Jason always assumed he was the only one in the lab. Carlyle never mentioned anything about operating on other people, and he definitely didn’t mention injecting the lieutenant’s blood into them.

So that’s why they were taking samples, Jason suddenly realized. That’s why they needed it so much. 

It was never for “analysis” like the bastards claimed. His blood had been killing people all along, and he never knew about it until now. 

But what about Salim? The marine wondered. How was he going to save him?

Jason didn’t have the faintest idea where CENTCOM was holding the man, or how to even get in contact with him. He hadn’t heard anything about Salim in weeks, and was honestly surprised that he still lived in the first place. 

Well, no matter where he was, one thing was for certain -- Jason could not let Carlyle get his hands on that man. If that lunatic had his way, everyone in this facility would either end up dead, or worse. Salim deserved better than that. 

He saved Jason’s life back at the temple. He offered him comfort where most would’ve thrown judgement. He had a son to look after. Regardless of any conflicts that may have existed between their two countries, the marine absolutely refused to sit by and watch while CENTCOM ruined someone else’s life.

Salim was the only friend he had left. Jason already regarded the deaths of his comrades as a testament to his incompetence, and he didn’t know if he could be witness to another tragic demise.

He had to rescue Salim. Not just for the man’s own sake, but because Jason believed he owed him. Every sin he ever committed, every life he ever took, every bullet he ever fired -- they were all catching up to him now. 

It was time for him to repay his debt, and he was done running. Even if HERA took Jason down in the end, he’d make damn sure that CENTCOM joined him on the journey to hell. 

Nobody in this world was invincible, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to show them that.

[nuclearmu5hroom]



Where might a person go to learn more about this Drake Fenring gentleman?

Hes an elusive little shit isnt he?

Right now the best thing to do is ask! His tag is a bit outdated but theres still some good bits that are more recent. This is gonna be a long ass post so bear with me:

Drake started his career at CIT, excelling in chemistry and biology with an unnerving detatchment from humanity. He was conscripted by the Army at the request of General Chase and was sent to work on Project Psycho at Chase R&D. He rose in rank and got in so good with Chase that he was promised a spot on the Enclave Rig should the War escalate. He was stationed in Anchorage when his facility was over run by Russian-Chinese forces and was taken prisoner to work for them.

Enemy forces had found a natural rift in the time/space fabric at a redacted location in the mountains, they forced Drake to prepare other prisoners as test subjects to put them through the rift. Eventually it was his turn after too many of his patients died. He was forced through the rift and woke up in 2271.

He spent the next 3 months surviving the wild, he had no idea that the bombs had dropped and civilization had collapsed. He finally found a caravan and eventually made his way down the coast and to the Mojave where he searched for remnants of his Enclave.

Drake found what he was looking for eventually, working as a spy and feeding intel to the small cabal left over from their defeat at the hands of the Chosen One. After 6 years, he made his way east - to Capital City and the Enclave at Raven Rock. After their defeat a second time, Drake followed a lead from Dr. Syverson and traveled north to Boston to find the Institute.

It took some doing, but he caught the attention of Father and met with Kellogg to come work for them in their FEV labs below ground for approximately 10 years. The FEV labs were discontinued much Drake's rage, he moved to the SRB and plotted a coup when the Sole Survivor showed up and upended all his plans...again.

After the destruction of the Institute, he traveled extensively trying to exact his revenge on the Sole Survivor but was never successful and retreated to Far Harbor. His horrible attitude, unethical behavior, and penchant for violence left him with more enemies than friends and soon he was left for dead at the hands of his former companion.

In time, he would recover thanks to the good folks at the pier. Fortunately they had no idea who he was or the things he had done but hed come to learn that his previous behavior was not compatible with getting his mission complete. He would endeavor now to raise the Institute to a new glory, and use the remains of the Enclave to do that. But hed need to travel now to West Virginia, where the Enclave super AI MODUS still operated in a sealed vault under the Whitesprings.

MODUS and Vault Tec collaborated on a new military simulation using the residents of Vault 76. Like the Sole Survivor, these folks became locked and preserved for 200+ years. It became apparent that due to MODUS' encryption, Drake would also have to enter the simulation in order to extract the data he needed. It was supposed to be a quick op but things got complex.

While in the simulation, it was made to feel like 2103, about 25 or 26 years after the bomb first dropped. He met several members of the Vault and quickly made his way in through rank, but the most important of these members would be a young General named Valentino Ricci. The two of them surprisingly bonded fiercely and became inseperable.

Now the two of them are trying to navigate the sim in order to extract MODUS and also now to safely extract Tino from the failing life support systems.

The story is still being written, and one day @charomiami and i have a plan to write all this stuff out and illustrate it and all kinds of junk but lifes tough and times short. I hope you enjoyed a little of the story so far though, thank you for asking!!

[taniqetil]

One of the pieces I did for dta to win this lad!  And I did win him! And I… This was very much nailbiting for me, I am just happy he is here! Here is a little something about him. Such a relief to let this all out, I can`t! Boo is an intermediate result of an unfinished scientific experiment on genome engineering. The idea supposedly was to make a specemen that is capable of regeneration and significantly less prone to aging than regular human. He has absolutely no knowlege of his past life before the transformation, few months during and after are very dizzy as well. These memories are blocked off by a natural self-preservation mechanism due to huge physical stress he endured during the experiment and cannot be accessed. His past self, whomever he was, is gone. His working memory, however, along with most other cognitive systems is almost intact, this probably being the reason why he survived on his own in the wilderness for such a conciderable amount of time, blind, disorientated, having abandoned military facility as his only shelter. He is very energetic, quick learner, as was pre-determined by nurturing process preceding the sequence of operations. There is a good chance he was taken into the facility at a young age, so the formation of his personality  traits could be guided, observed and studied before and after the change. He responds very poorly to violence towards himself, as well as feelings of sickness and pain, it usually frightens him to the poinnt of freezing, while he re-lives the same vague memories of a severe emotional and physical distress. This doesn`t include usual surface bruises and cuts he constantly gets because of his own clumsiness cimbined with hyperenergy.The facility he lived in is located in the forest near the small sleepy town. Was first created as a high-security bunker system related to ICBM defense, but didn`t find as much use as intended and was re-purposed as a government secret medical lab and research facility in its later years. The lab was also closed abruptly after a few years of its function. The reason is unknown, but there are signs of a hasty evacuation. There were rumors in town, of course, but its people are accostomed to keeping stuff like this among themselves, as the core of its older population are same military workers that were initialy stationed at the facility.  Now this place is almost never visited aside from curious teenagers going there as a dare. Boo was not seen by them at those times though due to him being extremely skittish and cautious of loud noises, that usually accompony such groups. Boo was later found and befriended by a thaveling urban explorer/photographer, Axel [link to be added], who arrived in those places with firmest intention to find the military bunkers and poke into their depths as much as it is possible. He never expected to find there  traces of scrambled human experiment lab, let alone, one of their experiment`s result itself. It took him little to no time to realise though that the strange human-like startled creature is more afraid of him than anything, absolutely harmless and also intelligent and curious. So, Axel, just as curious himself, took it upon him to establish a connection with an unknown fellow, learn as much about him as he can, from their meetings and also from the forgotten documentation and other traces of work he found in the bunkers, and care for the guy, getting him new clothes, proper food, and being a thoughtful company. Most of the stuff above was deducted from Axel`s findings. Eventually, with time and care Boo turned into a well-nourished almost-carefree sweetheart he is now. There was an accident with a group of teenagers though, tied to him now being a bit too carefree and friendly around people, after which Axel made a decision to take Boo from the bunker altogether at first, and then eventually for both of them to flee the city altogether. Now they live on the road, together, sleeping in a car or tiny no-tell rental houses. Currently residing at Axel`s friend`s [link to be added] place. Sum facts: -Boo is a glutton, eats almost everything. the more nutrition the meal has, the more he likes it, sweets being god tier -he is extremely curious, although shy. but his curiosity is stronger than his shyness. Though he earnestly does try sometimes to stop the flood of questions one or another new thing causes -listening to radio plays is among his favourite passtimes, along with solving puzzles. nothing is better though than hanging around with his newly aquired friends! -clumsy. and too energetic for being as clumsy as he is. Those bandages and patches are there for a reason. Axel always has those on hand, even though those kind of injuries never last long on Boo, enhanced regeneration doing it`s job after all -initially caucious around house pets as a result of living in the forest and being more accostomed to hunting/hiding from animals -his body temperature is higher than that of a regular human, metabolism is also a bit accelerated -his horns are covered in skin and are, overall, delicate to the touch, so the attempt to ram someone would harm himself more. not that he would do something as rude as that in the first place -his claws are non-retractable and also grow at higher than usual speed, so he has to pay extra attention to those -his age is unknown for certain, but he must now be somewhat over 20, concidering the years he spent under the medical supervision and a year or so in the wild -Boo is the name given to him by Axel, after he found documentation on one Billy Boolittle, whose complection, age, hair colour and some other parameters made him think (without definitive certainty though), that it might be his files. Boo took that name for a simple reason that he liked the sound -Boo enjoys tiny things on him that he can fidget with, bracelets hairpins and such. -someday he will get fully accostomed to having long ass tail and stops knocking things over with it or getting it pinched by the doors, but that day hasn`t come yet

[canisfuria]

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           [ The chemical stench of formaldehyde tightens Kain’s throat with nausea. She had explained her alchemy to the mechanic in the past- her aptitude for human physiology, what it’s made of, its structural integrity. At the time, Christina had likened her work to his, how they both took apart broken systems, and replaced the parts to make them work again. ‘Like a surgeon’, he had rationalized.

            But this is the first time he’s caught any glimpse of her craft. As she’d formally sanctioned, Kain had merely been dropping off one military-granted refrigerated truck- one of the smaller, more mobile units. And after announcing his delivery, then being invited into the lab, it isn’t hard to connect the dots to what his delivery will be used for: her table stacked with jars of specimens, and her apron stained with dry, oxidized burgundy. 

            His face must have given away his horror/shock/repulse astonishment, because it prompts a strange, amused giggle from the woman. The sound makes his stomach flip, and for the life of him, Kain can’t identify the emotion. “Do I look like a monster to you?”, she asks.

             ‘Of course not,’ his lungs offer immediately, but they’re held hostage by his eyes. For said eyes have never seen such a variety of viscera, before. ]

       ❝ No, ma’am, ❞

             [ he eventually breathes, swallows, transfixed by colorful bottles of shelved preservatives. This is her profession. Nothing to lose sleep over, nothing to fear, right? A little macabre, but perfectly natural. Nothing not seen by a doctor, or a butcher. This is her field, hauntingly like his own: Christina studies how to mend that which is damaged; ]

        ❝ I-i think you look like a pioneer at work. ❞