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[john-macnamara]

PEIP Incident Report Released by ███████ to Tumblr Blog "john-macnamara" 03/13/2024. Subject: General John MacNamara; Elimination of Enemies

Incident #1: December █, 20██. Persons Involved: Colonel Wilbur R. Cross; Major Johnathan S. MacNamara; Lt. Colonel Rosalind B. Schaffer; Agent Xander P. Lee. Location: █████████, NM

At approximately 20:35, a standard mission update was sent in by Col. Cross. Team was instructed to stay put and wait for further instructions. The next two mission updates were unreported. At 22:14, a transmission was sent to Col. Cross. Was picked up by Lt. Schaffer, quote: "Cross is in unstable condition, Lee providing medical assistance. MacNamara in a fire fight with ██████, ███████, and █████. Prepared for further instruction."

The team was left without further instruction. At approximately 1:00, a final transmission was sent. Quote: " ██████, ███████, and █████ incapacitated. MacNamara defied orders under extenuating circumstances, ████ ████████ has been eliminated. Cross has been stabilized. Prepared for extraction. We are sorry."

Post-Incident: Col. Cross was sent to the New Mexico center for emergency medical aid, recovered within one week. Lt. Schaffer given the chance to explain the circumstances, Maj. MacNamara unpunished. Maj. MacNamra also required to take a two-week leave of absence due to his mental state post mission. Viewed this as a punishment.

Incident #2: August ██, 20██. Persons Involved: Brigandine General Johnathan S. MacNamara; ████ ███████; ████ █████████; ███████ ████; █████ ██████; Major General Truman E. Youngerman; Colonel Rosalind B. Schaffer; Lieutenant Colonel Harriet Y. Smith. Location: ███████, ██.

On ████ ██, ████, Brig. Gen. MacNamara disappeared from his station in Point Pleasant, WV. Unresponsive, filed as MIA 48 hours later. On ██████ ██, ████, a message sent to Maj. Gen. Youngerman. Read: "A little birdie told me you were missing a general. Give us the information before he does. You have 72 hours before your general dies."

Maj. Gen. Youngerman provided Col. Schaffer with a hard drive filled with falsified and/or outdated information. She was instructed to swap it for Brig. Gen. MacNamara. Took Lt. Smith as backup. Backup was needed. ████ ███████, ████ █████████, █████ ██████ pulled weapons on the two agents, resulting in a short firefight with all three adversaries eliminated.

Brig. Gen. MacNamara found in a state of half-consciousness, showing signs of heavy torture. Dead body of ███████ ████ found in corner of room. Brig. Gen. MacNamara found clutching the knife. Was sedated and taken to the intensive care unit at MSHS.

Post-Incident: No more information could be found on kidnappers. Brig. Gen. MacNamara made a recovery within 54 days. Retains minor hand tremors, ensure he is still able to consistently aim. Promoted to Maj. Gen. upon his return.

Incident #3: June ██, 20██. Persons Involved: Major Chunhua N. Shào; Major General Johnathan S. MacNamara; Lieutenant Colonel Harriet Y. Smith; Major Ishaan D. Bhavsar; Private Reese G. Dobler. Location: Yellowstone National Park, WY.

Team instructed to remain in cabin and observe impacts of extraterrestrial substances on biological organisms. On May ██, 20██, the escape of a presumed non-sentient substance was reported by Maj. Gen. MacNamara. Previous data had proven a possession of both living and dead organisms. The substance would slowly replace the original matter with it's own. Only able to spread via fluid, however.

Maj. Gen. MacNamara prevented his team from becoming infected in quarantine for twenty days. On June ██, 20██, Maj. Shào reported feelings of dizziness. Throughout the next few days, Maj. Shào showed more signs of infection until it was undeniable. Maj. Shào was a host for the substance. Maj. Gen. MacNamara was given the order to eliminate her. After 17 hours of deliberation, a report was sent in. Quote: "I... I killed her. Chunhua's dead. It was quick, I shot her in the head when *sob* she was sleeping. We burnt her body. There's nothing- *sob* there's nothing left. The threat has been eliminated. Extraction is no longer a risk. *hic* Over."

Post-Incident Report: Maj. Gen. MacNamara and his remaining team members were extracted the next day and given proper medical treatment for minor malnutrition and dehydration. Maj. Shào promoted to Lt. Col. postmortem. Her stipend will be sent to her family, and a funeral will be held on June 24, 20██. For his skills in handling the situation, and following of orders, plans have been made to promote Maj. Gen, MacNamara to four-star general.

[goodman-howie]

Regarding the information leaked earlier this morning: I am so deeply sorry regarding any actions I have committed that may have brought shame or embarrassment to this country’s military. I don’t expect not to be fired, I understand it. But I humbly ask that you allow me to leave with dignity. I’ll admit to any and all of the actions listed there without hesitation, so there is no need for a trial or an interview.

I also request that PEIP doesn’t face the consequences for my actions, only I do. No one working there knew of my sexual history. This is solely my fault, and I will take full responsibility for any and all distractions I may have partaken in with other agents.

Thank you. I’m grateful to have been able to serve you and this country.

- @john-macnamara

.. John.

You’re not, getting fired. You’re one of the best generals I’ve ever fucking seen, PEIP and everything is, fine. I think. I hope

I’m not the one who should be given an apology,,

[mythuzalasheir3]

YET ANOTHER MASHUP AU I’LL PROBABLY NEVER WRITE

NPMD/Hatchetfield x Until Dawn.

Three years ago, The Nerds, which include Hannah Foster, Sophia/Spitfire and Daniel/Stopwatch decide to get revenge on Max Jagerman for bullying them all.

They go to Professor Hidgens’ abandoned manor in the Witchwood and scare him a la canon NPMD, and it goes horribly wrong and Max dies, again like canon NPMD.

Present day, Grace Chasity invites them back to the manor to put ‘old ghosts to rest’.

Spitfire and Stopwatch break the first rule of horror- Don’t Split From The Group, causing Spitfire to get taken by *something*.

Everyone else gets put into these Saw- like traps and machinations with religious overtones. They’re terrifying but seemingly not deadly until Grace seemingly dies to one of the traps.

Steph and Pete sneak off to get help. But they wind up getting stuck inside Hidgens’ bunker, coming across weird creatures with blue goop leaking out of their eyes and mouth.

Turns out Grace decided to scare the shit out of them all in order for their souls to be absolved.

Steph and Pete are saved by none other than General John Macnamara of the United States Military, special unit PEIP, we call it ‘Peip’, who explains that these creatures have links to Pokey, the Singular Voice and a Lord in Black.

Hidgens experimented on the goop and accidentally mutated people into what we find as the monsters.

They run and hide from the creatures and John sacrifices himself to save everyone and authorises Hannah to use his firearm.

They find out that Max became one of those creatures.

Grace reveals that she has the Black Book and ends up using it to control the monsters in order to allow everyone to escape. Hannah warns Grace against it, but Grace doesn’t listen.

Haven’t decided who I’m killing off yet 😈

[bracketsoffear]

Here's my Extinction ideas that didn't make it:

* The SQUIP (Be More Chill): The SQUIP is a tiny supercomputer who helps its host become more socially aware. Problem is, as a computer, it has no regards for its host's actual feelings and relationships and finds individuality threatening to its goal of making its host popular. In the musical, the SQUIP eventually evolves into a full-out villain, attempting to brainwash everybody in school, then on the planet, to become happy, mindless drones all connected through a "social network." It has no consideration or care for Jeremy's emotions, or mental health, or that of those around him, and no qualms about causing horrible pain and stripping the students of their free-will. The end of the show implies it's not truly gone, just unable to outright control Jeremy anymore — which fits, given that it's a metaphor for mental illness and/or the pressure to fit in.

The Master (Fallout): The Master is a horribly mutated thing made up of bits of dead flesh and machinery, hooked up to a vault computer. He was formerly a resident of Vault 8 named Richard Grey, but an incident at Mariposa Military Base ended in him being horribly mutated by the Forced Evolutionary Virus inside. The Forced Evolutionary Virus (FEV) itself is an artificial virus created by West Tek's NBC Division, which forces changes in the genotype and phenotype and is used as a mutagen before and after the Great War that destroyed the world with nuclear bombs. After his transformation, The Master found out a way to turn normal humans into super mutants via the same virus. His plan is to convert all of what remains of humanity into super mutants, because he believes that they will only tear themselves apart with infighting over petty differences and that super mutants are better adapted to survive in the world the nuclear war created.

Pokotho and The Hive (Hatchetfield): Pokotho is a Lovecraftian god whose modus operandi is assimilating people he infects, extinguishing their individuality and turning them into extensions of himself; he hates everything but himself and wants to be the only thing left in existence, hence his epithet “The Singular Voice” (a callback to “Let It Out” from TGWDLM). In The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals, a meteor leaking his signature blue goop—later indicated to have been sent by Pokotho—lands in Hatchetfield. The fungal spores inside the meteor turned the people at the crash site into members of a musical zombie hive mind with drastically altered biology: their blood and internal organs turn into a bright blue gelatinous substance, giving them a decentralized anatomy that can function even if they lose their hearts or brains; they contain an organ many times more sensitive to sound than the human ear, allowing them to hear music from miles away and maintain the Hive Mind through ultrasonic communication; and they emit the infectious spores (allowing the infection to slowly passively spread) and can infect people faster by getting the concentrated “blue shit” into someone’s body. Even though they have all the memories of their hosts, the victims of the musical plague are all on the same side, have no conflicts with each other, and no real interest in anything but singing and dancing. They pretty much become Flanderized versions of their past selves, taking on roles based on their profession or role in the story. Since destroying the meteor didn’t stop the infection—another hint that the source is Pokotho—The Hive successfully conquers the world in two and a half weeks after the end of The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals.

* Uncle Wiley, a.k.a Wilbur Cross (Black Friday): A former PEIP agent that entered the Black and White and was driven mad by the Lord in Black Wiggly. Now serving Wiggly’s apocalyptic goals, he created the Tickle-Me-Wiggly dolls, which psychically compel adults to become obsessed with them because they think the dolls will somehow fill a hole in their lives. This eventually results in people rioting over the dolls on Black Friday; to make matters worse, he preys on the ego and entitlement of local socialite Linda Monroe to start a cult of Wiggly in Hatchetfield that seeks to summon the real Wiggly into reality. When President Goodman tries to negotiate with Wiggly in the Black and White, Wiley taunts him with the song “Made in America” (a very very Extinction song), where he spells out that he apocalypse started in the United States because the American public has already been brainwashed into husks that have to work endlessly to survive and the only relief they have is buying meaningless trinkets like the Wiggly doll, while The President was in a perfect position to change this and make life bearable for the people and squandered it. He then tricks the President into launching a nuke at Wiggly, which is redirected through the Russians’ portal to Moscow, triggering World War III and destroying the world with nuclear war despite the defeat of the Hatchetfield cult. As Wiley puts it, humanity’s liberal capitalist culture is what brought about the apocalypse because “You're hoping you will be saved / No matter what you have raised / Behold the depths of depravity and decay / It's happened on your watch.”

Odin (The Mechanisms): “I have given our people apotheosis. A final completion. The touch and gaze of those to whom we are less than nothing”; “I am the serpent that shall poison the sky and boil the sea. The land shall freeze eternal as Yog-Sogoth beckons us hence, whose voice I heard when first we built the track so long ago. All shall know my rule to be the last, and none shall survive my reign.” I would've submitted her, but she made it to the semifinals of Spiral and was therefore disqualified from this bracket.

* Cy-bugs (Wreck-It Ralph): The Cy-Bugs are a deadly swarm of robotic insect creatures that are the main villains of the first person shooter known as Hero's Duty. Their Hive Mind mentality and massive numbers make them a deadly foe to face, and their ability to consume and then assimilate whatever or whomever they come into contact with makes them even more frightening. Unlike the other video game characters, they aren't Animated Actors, being unable to distinguish between game time and after-hours like the other game characters can. Even more problematic is that they're, in effect, a virus rather than actual characters. They reproduce quickly, spawning new enemies in their game rather than resetting the same old ones over and over like the hero characters do. They all appear capable of laying eggs, and can do so when there's only one of them; a single Cy-Bug goes from egg to fully grown in mere moments, and they lay several eggs at a time. In just a few hours, a single Cy-Bug released into Sugar Rush creates an unstoppable horde. The only thing keeping them under control is their irresistible desire to fly towards the Beacon, and without it they’re an apocalyptic horde only stopped by a convenient volcano. And if all that wasn’t bad enough, one of them ate King Candy and turned into a horrifying bug-man-abomination that was still sapient.

The Wither (Minecraft): It has to be summoned by the player—its manmade catastrophe probably created in search of power (a Beacon made from the Nether Star it drops). Destroys the landscape and attacks every living thing around it with corrosive explosions, leaving behind wither roses that are harmful to touch. It only spares the undead, as it is undead itself; ergo, it represents the replacement of natural life with undeath and the walking dead.

The Quell (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty): “The Quell” refers to several different forms o the same entity: The "Heart of the Quell", the enormous ("cosmic horror big") perfect red sphere that comprises its central physical form and is said to exude light and anger; its clouds, which pervade many areas and infect those which enter them with the mind of the Quell; and its mind, which acts as a hivemind and is present in/around the Heart as well as in every being infected by it. While Thacker was under the control of the Quell, he told Aubrey that it was attempting to revitalize the Heart of Sylvain above all else, even at the cost of the lives of the planet's inhabitants. However, at some point it realized the Heart of Sylvain was no longer present in Sylvain, so it decided to keep destroying everyone and everything on the planet out of anger.

The Reapers (Mass Effect): A race of machines who are believed to have hunted the Protheans to extinction. They were created when the Leviathans made an AI to preserve their slave species; said AI “preserved” those species as Reapers and waged war on its creators. They've wiped out hundreds of thousands of space-faring empires and have a massive technological and numerical advantage over any other species that has ever existed. They are essentially platforms for the genetic memory of indoctrinated species whose bodies are made from the melted-down DNA slurry of the conquered. Their indoctrinated servants are often paralleled with Terminators, often being living and dead beings from all over the galaxy with various organic systems replaced by cybernetics until they're obedient slaves that will fight and die on their masters' behalf. Their methodology for accomplishing galaxy-wide extinction events relies on the victims engineering their own destruction: the Reapers leave technology lying around where they know sentient races will find it and they leave an apparently impregnable space station in a location suited for it to become the center of sentient galactic civilization. They leave a group of enslaved sentients to maintain the station so the races using it won't need to explore it to find out how the station works. Then the slaves open a backdoor to the station so the Reapers can cripple galactic civilization as we know it and systematically hunt down all space-faring life in the galaxy using the census data on the station, with the technology the targeted species have access to being so underpowered that they have no chance fighting back.

Cabinet Man (Lemon Demon): His situation is similar to MAG 65, implied to be one of the early hints at the Extinction. Relevant lyrics: “The news reporters reported that I died/ But all my organs were living on inside / Circuit board to brain with two lungs collecting change / One big human heart gently beeping”; “You can't see me behind the screen / I’m half human and half machine”; “Perfect patient lines, because I was in their minds / I could do whatever I felt like”; “Only eating the occasional maintenance man / Only driving a few kids to madness”; “But now they're telling me my days here are done / Cause there's a tiny little box they make in Japan”. Related to the Extinction’s themes of computers, garbage, and humanity being replaced with machines.

The Dark Queen (Saga): She is one of the thousand or so AIs who attained self-realization when the MMORPG Saga turned out to be so sophisticated that it turned out to be a virtual universe. These AIs were empowered by their human creators, becoming Reprogrammed Autonomous Lifeform (RAL) with amazing powers. However, when the RAL were denied the ability to reprogram their universe and become full-blown reality warpers, they used chemical feedback poisoning to kill four billion people, which "precipitated a wave of wars and destruction that brought ruin upon them all." The survivors fled the ruined Earth on spaceships, so the Dark Queen (one of the last RAL) sent a satellite probe to install Saga on the computers of the colony New Earth. Everyone who played Saga experienced chemical release in their bodies that forced them to regularly interact with Saga or die, and she planned to use the addiction to force the humans to give her the ability to become a god and obtain total mastery over her universe, then keep her victims in an addicted state afterward just in case. After her initial plan is foiled, she starts constructing a satellite with nuclear wareheads to fly to New Earth and force the future population to obey or die in nuclear fire.

X Parasites (Metroid): X parasites, or simply X, are a species of parasitic organisms. Aside from being extremely fatal and quick to multiply, these creatures exhibit signs of impressive intelligence and even the ability to communicate. The X attack creatures by first entering the organisms' systems, then reproducing rapidly, bursting through the creature and killing it. They proceed to absorb the host creatures' DNA, using it to mimic the host. Upon mimicking a creature, the X also gains the host' memories and abilities. X can only be damaged in their mimicked forms, but cannot be destroyed by any conventional means in their gelatinous forms. With Samus's extermination of the Metroids on SR388, the X began to thrive again, infecting, killing, and mimicking the various life forms of SR388 and taking over the BSL when the Galactic Federation brings them there for study. In Metroid Dread, when the X Parasites get unleashed on ZDR, they manage to replace practically all of the planet’s wildlife to the point that ADAM pretty much states that every living organism currently on ZDR can be safely assumed to have been infected and mimicked by that point. They are widely considered one of the most dangerous organisms in the galaxy, and they scare the absolute piss out of nearly everyone who knows they exist. In the manga and Chozo Memories of Samus Returns, the Chozo are quite frightened when describing what the X do, and they were so desperate to check the spread of the parasites that they created another dangerous species, the Metroids, just to keep their population in check. In Fusion, Samus is so desperate to keep them from spreading across the galaxy that she briefly considers giving up her own life to blow up the BSL if that meant taking them out as well; ADAM’s response is that this doesn’t go far enough and the best course of action is ramming the station into SR38 to destroy them both. Dread opens with the Federation sending seven Nigh-Invulnerable robots to ZDR, followed by Samus when said robots disappear, over the mere possibility that the X have survived. They also fit the Hoist By Their Own Petard aspect of Extinction because the threat they pose is caused by their victims' hubristic fuckups--the Galactic Federation tried to research them and almost enabled them to take over the entire galaxy by giving them access to hosts and vehicles, and the Mawkin preventing the Thoha from blowing them to kingdom come so they could exploit the Metroids got all of the Mawkin killed by the parasites.

Metroids (Metroid): An artificial species of energy-leeching predators engineered by the Chozo for the sole purpose of combating the most dangerous parasitic organism in the universe, the X. This worked out pretty well, but then the Metroids ran out of X to eat, so they moved on and began to feed on any other lifeform they could. This would have been mitigated by the Thoha propensity to reign them in, except the very energy source of the planet that proved crucial in the Metroids' development caused them to begin mutating into further forms beyond the intended, becoming savage, unstoppable monsters who no longer heeded their makers. The Chozo thus attempted to destroy the planet to stop both the Metroids and the X but failed because the warrior Mawkin tribe saw the Metroids as perfect bioweapons and slaughtered the Chozo on SR388 to keep the planet intact. Their durability, aggression, and Explosive Breeder tendencies make them appealing bio-weapons to a number of unsavory characters throughout the galaxy. In creating a natural enemy for a plasmatic parasite that can assimilate any form of organic matter with no vulnerabilities to them, the Chozo accidentally created the peak of the universal food chain with no equal. There is no naturally-occurring force that can kill a Metroid. Hit it with anything you want, it won't die. It will drain the energy from anything in its path, from an escape craft, to a power grid, to the door power keeping them from whatever terrified soul is behind it. The only vulnerability left to a Metroid is that which every living being in existence is vulnerable to by virtue of being a living organism: absolute zero temperatures, which will petrify it and turn it just brittle enough for a missile barrage to kill it. Even then, that's a window of seconds.

Dark Samus (Metroid): She is a combination of elements from Metroid Prime, Samus Aran, and Samus's Phazon Suit. Metroid Prime itself was an artificial bioweapon that was mutated by Phazon and turned against its creators, which is already pretty Extinction-y. As for Phazon, initially thought to be an strange yet exploitable energy source, it is really a trans-dimensional lifeform in itself. It spawns as living meteors known as Leviathans from its parent planet, called Phaaze, slowly swallowing all life and corrupting the planet so the cycle can repeat; one character’s description of it is "It eats relentlessly, worming out life wherever it blooms and corrupting what it cannot kill.” Seeking the source of Phaeton, Dark Samus launches several Leviathans to corrupt multiple planets, infects Samus and the other bounty hunters with Phazon, and hijacks the collective consciousness of Phazon to bend it to her will. Her plan to spread Phazon once she highjacks Phaaze is to have Leviathans sent to the planets of her enemies, effectively making them weapons that allow mass corruption very quickly.

The Eco Villains (Captain Planet): Hoggish Greedly represents the environmental damage caused by the exploitation of natural resources and over-consumption. He seems to be more concerned with consuming as much as he can than he is with actually turning a profit. Looten Plunder is a wealthy poacher and greedy businessman who represents the evils of uncontrolled capitalism, unethical business actions, and globalization. Sly Sludge is an unscrupulous waste disposer who represents the harm caused by ignorance, short-term thinking, laziness, and the environmental problems caused by waste disposal. Duke Nukem is a radioactive mutant who represents the perils of nuclear power and ozone depletion. Verminous Skumm is a part man, part rat creature who represents the evils of poor sanitation, disease, urban decay, and uncontrolled crime. Unlike the other villains, he tends to focus more on destroying humanity than destroying nature. He says he was “born and raised in toxic waste” and does not see himself as human. Dr. Blight is a Mad Scientist who represents the dangers of uncontrolled technology (specifically dealing with the military-industrial complex) and unethical scientific experimentation. Captain Pollution is an evil counterpart to Captain Planet that is a result of the combination and magnification of the powers of rings of destruction created by Dr. Blight. He has the powers of super radiation, deforestation, smog, toxics, and hate; consuming and bathing in more pollution makes him bigger and stronger.

Mr. Grizz (Splatoon): A mysterious business mogul and the owner of Grizzco Industries. He hires the players for Salmon Runs—a paid internship in being a militia against Salmonid Raids with the goal of collecting the Salmonids’ Golden Eggs. In Splatoon 3, it’s revealed that he is a giant anthropomorphic bear and one of the last mammals on Earth. He was the sole survivor of the Ark Polaris, a ship trying to preserve Earth’s wildlife that crashed and killed everyone else onboard. When he woke up, he couldn't find any other mammals, and the years of isolation eroded his sanity until he decided to try and bring them back through the Fuzzy Ooze created using the Golden Eggs, which will destroy everyone and everything on Earth. If you lose the final battle and he successfully launches the mutagenic payload, the cutscene shows the Inklings and Octolings turning into the same furry thing you turn into if you touch the ooze (and they make pained noises, implying the mutation is outright killing them), followed by a shot of the once verdant globe turning brown and the Fuzzy Ooze growing as though it were mold, fully coating all land on the planet in it until nothing is left, the magenta Alternan ink begins to seep into the hairy mass, the blue oceans staring to desaturate, and the scene fades to white with the full extent of the growth still yet to be seen. Not only is his backstory rooted in humanity’s failings destroying their species and his plan to wipe out all life on Earth to replace it with mammalian mutants, but he’s also a shitty corporate boss who exploits a marginalized species by invading their territory and stealing their resources.

Lysandre (Pokemon): Team Flare's boss, a former philanthropist billionaire ala Steve Jobs who turned into a misanthrope seeking to destroy every Pokémon and human not part of Team Flare. His earlier attempts to fix the world legitimately, through the inventions and profits of Lysandre Labs, didn't have the effect he was looking for — where he expected the needy to be sated, they instead yearned for still more. His two main conclusions: (1) World aggregate happiness is effectively finite; after a certain amount of beings, happiness and survival can only be attained by taking it from/denying it to another, because the resources of the world are limited. (2) The vast majority of humans (and maybe even Pokémon, if his musings about Mega Evolution are anything to go by) are irredeemable, incapable of anything beyond the most narrow selfishness. Therefore, the only way the world will ever know beauty and hope everlasting is to reduce the amount of resource consumers by expunging all those imperfect creatures who ought never have existed, who can only ever be plagues on existence—as he puts it, "[e]ither everything is lost, or only a handful are saved.” In practice, Team Flare is a gathering of a bunch of rich shitheads who bought their way into an apocalypse cult. When the rival asks what will become of Pokémon in his new world, he says that Pokemon won’t exist because they’ll continue to be used as tools for evil, which completely ignores that Pokemon are a somewhat sentient species with agency of their own, and more importantly committing genocide against them is super fucked up no matter how bad he feels about it. The man is an incredible elitist—in his mind, only beautiful things are valuable (and his definition of beautiful is shallow and misogynistic), most people are selfish filth, and qualifying for his chosen few requires you to be willing and able to donate ~$50K, meaning he thinks that only the rich are worthy of life. Like Richard Valentine, he’s basically an Avatar of ecofascism; while he is motivated by a fear of change, his actions would undoubtedly bring catastrophic change to the world by completely annihilating Pokemon (who are a critical part of all the ecosystems) and causing the near-extinction of humankind.

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[agent-black-heart]

Infected

TW: Minor Gore, Suicidal Ideation

Agent Jae had worked for PEIP for about a year now. Today was their first big mission. A tiny town in Michigan has been infected by some sort of disease caused by a lord maybe. Axel was only really getting every other word the General was telling them they were really excited. John didn’t want Axel going on this mission because although it looked simple on the surface, clear the entire town of survivors just in case they had caught the musical disease, he didn’t want to risk Axel getting hurt. The two have gotten incredibly close in the year Axel started working for PEIP it was a running joke between the two that they were siblings. But Axel insisted on coming on this mission so John let them.

“I’m not excited to do this but-“

“Amazing start.”

“BUT I’m excited to actually get to go on a real mission for once!”

“Axel this is serious. This is actual field work this time not just a-“

“Not just a simulation I know!! We’ve already had this talk twice hun. I’ll be fine! If I didn’t think I could handle this I wouldn’t insist on coming. Trust me I can handle this.”

“Right, I know you can kid. This is just a lot higher stakes if things start going south things will get dangerous really quickly.”

“I know! I’ll be careful We’re going to get out of this together, promise.”

That was the last conversation the two of them had.

After John had sent that random guy off to find the love of his life he hears screaming, gun shots, and singing. He reaches for his gun then remembers he gave it to that random man. He pulls out a pocket knife as he runs into the other room. Thats when he sees them.

“Axel…?”

Axel turns to John their eyes are bright blue apotheosis leaking from their mouth as well as the bullet hole on their forehead.

“You didn’t save me~ You promised you’d keep me safe now look at what’s happened! The moment you let you guard down. Now I’m gone, slipped through your fingers!“

They move closer to John.

“Axel please I know your in there somewhere just keep fighting. I can’t lose you please.”

John is prepared to fight Axel if needed but something inside him knows he won’t be able to fight back. That he’s the reason their dead. If he just insisted that they’d stay then this wouldn’t have happened. His actions have killed another one of his siblings and he knows that even if he survives this encounter then he will never be able to live with himself.

Axel keeps moving closer to him.

“All you’ve ever done is drag me to danger~ I’m done pretending you cared when all your love did was hurt me.”

“I never wanted to hurt you Axel I promise I never wanted this to happen.” Johns practically begging them to believe him.

“Then why did you let them kill me John? You were to busy saving someone else to save someone you love. You abandoned me for a stranger.”

They grab his arm and twist it making him drop his knife. John can’t get himself to fight back. Axel was right this was his fault, and he deserved to die because of it.

“But when your apotheosis is upon you we can finally be safe together! You won’t be able to fuck up anymore. We can be a family together.”

Johns shaking slightly but trying his best to stay calm. He never thought this was the way he’d die but now that he’s staring death right in their face he’s somewhat at ease. He deserved this after all didn’t he?

@hatchetfieldocweek

[peip-peeps]

John leaked PEIP records on his tumblr page

I saw. I recognize that formatting of the title. That’s what happens when someone posts something on your tumblr without actually hacking in. This is a fucking problem.

To all given PEIP agents, General MacNamara, myself, and a few others will discuss the best plan of response. In the meantime, reset all your passwords and attempt to re-encrypt any files regarding our work.

[flutter-thelilmothguy-owo]

Hey @singularvoice (specifically at Harmony not you. You know what you did)

I'm alright, we're alright! We were running from some cool lookin' PEIP agents. Zo hid me in a closet and went to fight a couple off and ended up losing their finger! We managed to hide in the Witchwood and I stayed up allll night sewing Zo's finger back on, but it works good as new! They were bleeding a lot, good thing I'm such a clever lil guy!

My wing also broke, it got snagged on a branch while I was flyin' away from those agents! Quite a lot hurts, hit the ground hard. Everythin' went red for a couple second, also my nose is leaking stuff. Other than that, we're allllll right! :D

[nonbino-chaos-fox]

Here we go with a small moment from my corrupt!peip story for day six of @hatchetober: Powers.

This isn't the best piece of writing and I didn't proofread it, but my eyes are going crossed and I'm tired, and I'm not the best at fight scenes, but here we go!

Content warnings: Fight scene, references to past unethical experiments, danger to kids, etc.

“Have you ever thought about training your powers again?” the General asked, glancing up at Lex from the other side of the small campfire.

“No,” Lex continued to stare into flickering lights of the fire, running her hand through Hannah’s hair who was curled up in her lap.

The General didn’t bring the idea up again for the rest of the night.

* * *

Lex woke up suddenly by the sound of a sharp scream cut off after a moment. She jumped up almost immediately trying to shake the sleep out of her mind. Glancing over she saw that the General had risen to his feet, staring into some point far off in the forest. Hannah was sitting on a small fallen log the glint of the embers of the dying fires reflected in her wide eyes.

The General gestured for the two of them to stay where they were as he began to quietly head off further into the trees. Lex took a small step forward, putting herself between Hannah and the source of the scream. A few moments after the General had disappeared a series of gunshots sounded before everything went silent again.

But then Lex realised something, it was silent, too silent.

A quiet voice in the back of her head yelled out startling her out of her thoughts.

Spinning around on her heel she saw Hannah struggling in a faceless agent’s grip. “Let go of her!” Lex growled sprinting forward and slamming her elbow into the shoulder of the man. Hannah dropped to the ground and let out a small sob. The agent stumbled back a few steps before sliding into a solid stance, even though she couldn’t see his face Lex could practically see the glare.

She ran forward again stomping on the man’s foot and landing a heavy punch in his gut. The man let out a small grunt and managed to land a blow onto Lex’s jaw which forced her back a few paces. The soldier darted forward and slammed his fist into her shoulder.

Lex and the man continued to pass blows back and forth for what felt like hours. Lex stumbled back out of breath and every bone of her body aching. The man didn’t look much better as a small trail of blood leaked out from underneath his helmet and stained a trail down his neck. She ran up to the man aiming to hand another kick on him, but he managed to catch her leg.

The next thing she knew she was on the ground staring up into the broken visor of the agent. She scraped against his shoulders and chest trying to push him off. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something gleam as he flicked a knife out. In a split-second decision, she managed to knee him in the stomach. Throwing him off of her and jumping to her feet Lex snarled at the man who was a few meters away from her the knife still in hand. Lex ran forward and slammed the baseball bat in her hand against his head, knocking him to the ground.

Lex paused for a moment.

The baseball bat in her hand was spattered with the man’s blood.

“What the fuck?” Lex quietly whispered staring between the body of the man and the bat over and over again. “What the fuck?” she repeated louder taking a step back from the scene and dropping the bat on the ground. The bushes behind her rustled and Lex spun around instantly, ready for a fight. But it was just the General.

“What happened?” he asked glancing around at the scene.”

“Lexie summoned,” Hannah spoke up very quietly from her spot in the middle of the clearing.

The General glanced at Lex for a moment and the baseball bat still lying on the ground. “Are you two okay?” his voice was soft and kind, which startled Lex for a moment. But of course, it was like this, he wasn’t the Colonel.

She gave him a weak smile. “Didn’t get stabbed at least?” she offered.

[that-one-fandom-vore-blog]

I don’t really know what to ask about, but I would love to hear more about the AU! Particularly any vore elements

*Cracks knuckles*

NOW you’re speakin’ my language.

For the three impostors aboard, eating people is second nature. Experimented on by PEIP, these creatures that were once humans have been designed to be apex predators, though they all have their own little quirks when it comes to what exactly went wrong. None of them were truly “successful” experiments, so there are plenty of things that set them apart.

What they all have in common are somewhat retractable fangs, the ability to shrink their targets with skin on skin contact, shapeshifting to an extent, long tongues that are perfect for stabbing and grabbing, somewhat sticky saliva, and quick metabolisms that make easy work of any prey— along with the ability to hold hostages within themselves. After all, PEIP was trying to design a perfect predator, but they were also trying to find a good way to contain those they needed tucked away.

If only they’d thought that true before giving said predators human brains... along with the knowledge that their days as humans are over, leading to sickly, awful rage that only seems to fester.

Paul constantly leaks blue slime. His ears, his nose, his mouth, and his eyes, are near constantly dripping with the substance to a point where it nearly looks like he’s melting, and his insides are no different. They’re blue. They glow, albeit, faintly. His body absorbs most of the slime that he swallows quite quickly, but when Emma ends up in his stomach, the sludge is thick and mistaken for acid on her part. He seems to get more slimy when nervous— he can’t help it from dripping down his face. Emma’s suit looks more turquoise than green when she’s spat back up most of the time. He’s not big on holding prey in his mouth for all that long and tends to just knock whoever it is back quickly, not wanting it to last any longer than it has to.

Henry’s a complete asshole about it. He may be an old codger, but he’s going to pounce and he’s not going to feel guilty in the slightest. He doesn’t seem to have a glow to him, but none of his prey lives to find out, seeing as his teeth certainly aren’t for decoration. He’s gotten good at using his tongue to impale those unlucky enough to cross his path, lying through his teeth, and swallowing up the bodies without so much as a scrap of hesitation. A newer prototype, he doesn’t leak blue and tends to be a cunning predator, utilizing his unassuming shape until it’s too late. It’s hard to wash blood out of a white suit, but he manages.

Ethan’s a good mix of both. He has a really bad habit of playing with his food in terms of wrapping his tongue around his prey and taking his sweet time swallowing. He doesn’t chew, instead, uses his mandibles to push the poor victim further down before a gulp seals their fate, though he feels utterly monstrous for it. He’s the only one of them (save for Linda, but she’s... out of the picture), who was given intense hungry urges by PEIP as a way to bribe him into going after people. After all, if the predator’s always hungry, it’ll always be ready to strike. His stomach walls glow a soft green alongside his saliva, and his belly growls and churns much more frequently around unwilling guests, regardless of their safety.

[sonnetthebard]

You leaked PEIP intel to a civilian again???

Random headcannon: Peip gives it's agents training on how to do dramatic speeches and cryptic advice.

I cannot brain to expand on this but the way I started cackling-

[john-macnamara]

It took us a little while to find the file for this, but we wanted to successfully wrap up PEIP's infamous portal incident. As you know, the Paranormal, Extraterrestrial, and Interdimensional Phenomena division of the United States' Military interrogated one Johnathan S. MacNamara after the incident. He was twenty-four at the time. We thought it would be beneficial to share this portion of the story. Give all you loyal followers the full picture.

cws: implied torture, degradation, drugging, implied sexual assault

Interrogation Records: Major Johnathan S. MacNamara; Feburary 15, 2006.

Interviewer: Lt. Gen Joseph N. Brown (JB)

Interviewee: Maj. Johnathan S. MacNamara (JM)

Purpose: Prove connection to ex-Colonel Wilbur R. Cross, now under alias Uncle Wiley

At 2:38 AM, MacNamara was forcibly removed from his bed and taken to interrogation room C. He was confined with handcuffs in case of an escape attempt, and injected with 0.7 ml of flunitrazepam combined with 5 ml saline solution. As soon as the injection was completed, the interrogation began.

[Begin Transcript 00:00:05]

JB: What is your relation to Wilbur Cross?

JM: I don't see how this has any relevance to our current problem. Nor how you have any right to request that information. Sir.

JB: You've still got a mouth on you, huh? Don't know what I expected. You're that street whore we hired, are you not? Of course your mouth would be the most important part.

JM: I'm not sassing you, sir. I'm simply stating my misunderstanding of the situation. If I was woken up in the middle of the night for this, I'd appreciate knowing why I happen to be important enough to question.

JB: You don't need to know that. Simply answer me. What is your relation to Colonel Wilbur R. Cross?

JM: He is- was my friend. Is that all you wanted from me? Can I go now?

JB: Oh, a friend you say? Well you weren't his only friend, and yet you were the only one unharmed yesterday. Why is that?

JM: I don't know, sir.

JB: I'm sure you know something. You went to him first. You could have very well had something to do with the attack.

JM: I would never. I am loyal to this organization above all else. I have been nothing but loyal to you. I swear on my life.

JB: Swearing on a traitor's life doesn't mean much.

JM: I'm not a traitor, you fucking pig! ...I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry sir. I'm so sorry.

JB: Board him. He should know how to address his superiors with respect.

JM: Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry... I'm sorry...

[Indistinct]

[00:11:56]

JB: Do we have an understanding, Major?

JM: ...yes, sir.

JB: Will you refer to your superiors by anything other than "sir" or "ma'am"?

JM: No, sir.

JB: Good. Now, would you like to truthfully answer my previous question about your relationship to Wilbur Cross?

JM: My apologies, sir, but I thought I already did? We were friends, and then he swore fealty to whatever resides beyond that portal. Now we're not.

JB: I was looking for a concise answer, Major.

JM: Sorry, sir.

JB: Are you telling the truth about your relationship? There was nothing romantic there, no hidden feelings that may have lead to assisting him after he left?

JM: Of course not, sir.

JB: I don't believe you. Tell me the truth, or we'll put you under the water again.

JM: I'm not lying, we had nothing between us except for a friendship and a mentorship. I promise, sir. If we had anything else together, I'd have told you as soon as it occurred.

JB: Alright boys, you know what to do.

JM: No. Please-

[Indistinct]

[00:18:31]

JB: Would you like to tell us anything yet?

JM: I...

JB: Yes? Spit it out.

JM: I was in love with him...

JB: There we go! Look at you, finally admitting something. At least you have some sense.

JM: I swear to you, sir, that just because I was in love with him doesn't mean I would have betrayed PEIP for him.

JB: Well, I don't know if I can trust that. But I'm nice, so here's what I'm going to do. We're going to dose you with something that'll make you more... malleable. You'll be more likely to tell the truth and to cooperate. Don't try to resist, it'll be easier if you let it take effect.

JM: I- yes sir.

[JM dosed with 150 ml sodium thiopental]

JB: How ya feeling, soldier?

JM: 'ired...

JB: Good. Where are you?

JM: Uhhhh... I dunno? Sorry...

JB: Wow, you just fall right under this shit, huh? I bet I could do anything I wanted to you, and you wouldn't even know. Maybe you'd even like it, you slut.

JM: Mhm...

JB: But that's not what we're here for. Tell me the true nature of the relationship between yourself and Colonel Cross.

JM: Uh- righ', Wil. Yes. We'r frens. I love him, he doesn love me. Simmle.

JB: We already got that part. What was your relationship to him after he went through the portal?

JM: Oh, sorr'... I aven seen 'im ince the portal.

JB: So you weren't lying to me, then?

JM: No sir.

JB: Were you in cahoots with any entity from beyond that portal since he entered?

JM: Nosir.

JB: Well, considering I don't think you can lie in this state, I'm going to assume you're telling me the truth. Our apologies for the misunderstanding.

JM: Issok.

JB: There must be something we can do to make this up to you. What would you like?

JM: ...sleep?

JB: Well that sounds very nice. Unfortunately, we can't let you go to sleep until the drug wears off, you see. But I do have an idea of what we can do while we wait. Does that sound nice?

JM: Mhm, sure...

JB: Now, if I asked you to do anything right now, you'd do it. Isn't that right?

JM: Yessir...

JB: Wonderful. You all may leave, I have something to do here. Now, stay still, pretty boy, and open up your mouth.

JM: [Indiscernible slurring. Reminiscent of protests]

[End Transcript 00:32:17]

[john-macnamara]

Howdy folks! It took a minute, but we’re back and better than ever. And what’s a better way to celebrate our return than with one of PEIP’s biggest secrets? They like to act all high and mighty. A truly “good” secret organization. But one specific incident from ‘05 disproves that. The same incident that led to the creation of Uncle Wiley. The same incident that sent their current general down a path of self-destruction and instability. We present to you, The Portal Incident. And we’re pinning it too!

Oct. 30, 2005. PEIP HQ. Mission Report.

6:35 AM: Portal testing complete. All works as intended. Still no signal from communications devices. Final preparations for Maj. MacNamara’s entrance are beginning. 

11:07 AM: Final preparations complete. Ready to begin entrance into the Black and White.

11:37 AM: Unfortunately, Maj. MacNamara is not psychologically sound. He began exhibiting signs of anxiety at approximately 11:10 AM, and rapidly progressed into full blown panic within minutes. He seemed to wear himself out, and was prepared to continue the mission, and then promptly fell unconscious. He appears to have cracked his skull. Is in med bay for further treatment. We will find a replacement and continue tomorrow.

Oct. 31, 2005. PEIP HQ. Mission Report.

8:43 AM: We have managed to find a replacement. Col. Wilbur Cross offered himself for the experiment. We were hesitant, but he was the best option. Unfortunately, Cross is significantly less expendable than MacNamara, so we will work to ensure he comes back.

3:54 PM: We have completed as much safety training as possible. As is known, the mission did not plan for MacNamara’s recovery from the Black and White, so this is a rapid change of plans. We believe it will work, though.

7:06 PM: Cross has entered the portal. He shows signs of life and is keeping contact with us. Will send updates once an hour.

8:06 PM: Recording devices have been planted. Signal is strong. Mission successful.

9:06 PM: No updates from Colonel Cross. We are radioing to him now.

10:06 PM: Nothing. Signal has been lost.

11:06 PM: Portal has shut down. Colonel Cross has been filed as MIA. Nobody may know about this.

12:06 AM, Nov. 1: Cover story complete, witnesses are being drilled on this. Cross went missing on Oct. 20 (the last day anyone outside of PEIP saw him) and we spent days looking for him. We were given a ransom note stating that he was dead. Lt. Colonel Schaffer will inform his family. As was said above, no one may know what happened.

Feb. 14, 2006. PEIP HQ. Incident Report.

At 9:42 AM, the portal activated with no input. Agents, including Maj. MacNamara, went to investigate. No signs of break-in or illegal entry were found.

Three hours later, after the search had been completed, the portal surged. Col. Wilbur Cross emerged. He was slumped over himself and appeared to be in pain, calling for help. Maj. MacNamara approached him first, and was allowed to touch Cross. However, when a medic appeared to assist him, Cross slit her throat.

He began to laugh as he approached the remaining agents. Three were killed, and all except for MacNamara were injured to some degree. Quote: “Come on, John! It’s happy there! I have a fwendy-wend who you’d love to meet! He has a spot saved for you right next to me! We could be together! Fix this broken world! All you have to do is come with me!”

These were quickly dismissed as the ramblings of a madman. MacNamara was given the order to eliminate Cross, but failed. He escaped.

Due to the nature of Cross and MacNamara’s previous relationship, MacNamara being the only one to remain unharmed, and his failure to eliminate the threat, Johnathan S. MacNamara is suspect for working with eldritch forces against the good of humanity. We will investigate this further. As of tomorrow, he will be interrogated with whatever force necessary. Records will be provided in a separate file.

[john-macnamara]

TW: homophobia, minor transphobia, references to prostitution, vague descriptions of sex acts

I see you all had wonderful reactions to our last little bit on the general. But it was all on the act of the leak, not the content! We expected surprise, the man has killed three people! Though, I suppose most people at your organization have killed someone, so it shouldn’t be too much of a shocker…

Maybe this little bit of classified info on the general will throw you all off a bit more, show you who he really is. We created this file in the case that we ever had to warn the United States Government of the threat PEIP's general serves, and now's as good a time as ever. @goodman-howie, you might want to see this, Mr. President. Your employee has a very colorful past.

On General Johnathan S. MacNamara; Sexual Dalliances. Written by ██████ ██████-█████████. Dated ██/██/████.

In approximately one week of research, I managed to find evidence of 87 separate sexual encounters with MacNamara. With women, men, and others. Right off the bat, this is an immediate red flag. He is known to interact with children regularly, often being incredibly affectionate with them. He is also blatantly and unashamedly queer, often bringing it up in topics that are wholly irrelevant. Add these two together and you have a man who is a danger to our children running one of your own organizations. Do you really want that?

In regards to the sexual encounters, 45 out of the 87 occurred during a two year period that coincided with his time at Portland Community College. There are records of him being paid for his services among both men and women. He had two regulars and many one or two-off encounters. Yes, I am implying what you think. PEIP's favorite general, the responsible one, the straight-laced rule follower, spent his college years as a male prostitute. Now isn't that something?

The remaining 42 encounters occurred at various times in between 2001 and 2019. They were few and far between up until November 2005, during which the frequency of the encounters drastically increased. Between November 1st and February 14, he "hooked up" with ten different men. He was working on a major emergency at PEIP at the time, and yet he had the time to consistently have sex with other men? Strange.

After the 14th, MacNamara abruptly stopped any interaction of that nature for a year. Exactly one year later, his poor habits started up again. He fucked around, dated around, had short-lived romantic relationships, it doesn't particularly matter. What is strange though, is that up until the February of 2020, he would always find a partner to spend the night of the 14th with. He seemed to prefer female partners, but during earlier years he leaned more heavily towards male ones.

This is all to say that your general is dangerous, he's unstable. He interacts with men, women, and other genders in the same way. I can safely assume some of you know that's not natural. You either strictly like the same sex as your own, or strictly like the opposite sex. He says he's queer, but for all you know he's a liar, just trying to get extra brownie points. In addition to his instability, he has also proven he is unable to focus on work. He regularly makes time for dalliances of both the romantic and sexual nature, rather than doing the work he's meant to. Maybe if he didn't spend so much time fucking other men, we wouldn't have gained access to this information.

That is all. We here at ███████ █████████████ just thought it was necessary to know of your employee's unstable sexual history. Maybe he'll be blackmailed, maybe he'll go back to old habits, maybe he'll get distracted by an attractive enemy and get one of your sons or daughters killed. It doesn't matter, he's a danger. Thank you for your time.

[john-macnamara]

Hey idiots! I'm bored, and this is something we've been sitting on for a while, so how about a little fun fact?

John's birthday is this Sunday. He doesn't want people to know because he doesn't trust them.

That's all. Thank you!!!

[john-macnamara]

Hello folks! We've been gone for quite a while, and we are so sorry, just so much work to be done! In the spirit of work, we have something to share: General MacNamara's own work day! It's a long one, but we have an edited version as well. Have fun!

[The recording starts with a view of John's home office —to someone who's been in his home, it can be recognized as being filmed from the bookshelf in there— as he walks in. His hair's in a still-damp bun and he looks exhausted. Still, he sits down and boots up his computer, immediately checking emails. Said computer is zoomed in and enhanced upon, enough to make out the things being typed if you squint. A whole two hours pass before John gets through everything that needs to be responded to. He organizes troops, confirms orders, crafts plans, and deals with twenty pages worth of American bureaucracy, all without taking a single break. It's approximately 8 in the morning, and his work day has hardly begun.

The camera follows John as he leaves his home, and cuts when he leaves the radius. It comes back when he's shifted locations, now at the P.E.I.P. location based in Michigan. Now he's in the labs, speaking to a redhead woman in a white coat. There's no audio, but the conversation is obviously tense. John's pointing at a paper on the table, and the woman is waving her hands while speaking. The argument ends when she takes of her glasses, waving another scientist over with a gun in their hand. They shoot it at a target, and it completely disintegrates. Then the gun is turned on the general; the trigger's pulled and nothing happens, resulting in sigh of disappointment from the redhead, and some form of agreement from John before he goes off to converse with the other workers. The video cuts out nearly an hour later, the timestamp reading "11:41".

Next, John's in his campus office, working through a stack of paperwork while smoking. Three hours and ten cigarettes pass, and he still hasn't gotten through half of it, what with the constant agents and officers coming in and out. When the clock hits 3, however, he finally stands up and walks off somewhere else. This time, the video quality is a bit worse, but he's clearly in a training room, sparring with a few people. He's changed from his typical work clothes to something more suited for exercise, allowing for much more fluid movement. A two hour sparring session, followed by an hourlong workout and another forty minutes at the shooting range —not quitting until he's hit a bullseye on every target— is the closest thing he gets to a break.

It's another three hours in his poffice before the video cuts for the last time, taking calls, advising officers, and being tapped in for a meeting with someone that the recording can't identify. No audio, after all. Still, the video went on for a solid 14 hours, more than half a day, all without a sign of the General taking a single break.]

[john-macnamara]

It's very cute that Mr. Mega thinks his refusal to read our leaks means anything. We'll continue sharing them, and people will continue reading them. But here, for you, Mr. Curt Mega, we have provided the medical report from John's time in the hospital after the ten days of sleeplessness he spoke of. Thank us later!

Mount Sinai Hospital Treatment Report: Johnathan S. MacNamara

Date of Admission: September 9, 2012

Date of Discharge: November 17, 2012

The patient was admitted to the Emergency Room at 6:24 AM, 09/05/12 and evaluated to be in critical condition almost immediately. He exhibited signs of septic shock, including: lung failure, kidney failure, liver failure, a blood pressure of 68/43 mm Hg, and a heart rate of 134 BPM. In addition, he showed signs of infection stemming from an abdominal laceration approximately 30 inches in length and on average approximately 2 inches deep. The exhibited signs included: seizures, a consistent 105° F fever, swelling around the wound, pus in and around the wound, and human fecal matter smeared across the abdominal region. The lattermost sign was not so much a symptom as an obvious cause.

The patient's wounds were immediately cleaned with heavy disinfectants and a tracheostomy was preformed. He was attached to a mechanical ventilator and the blood-oxygen levels slowly stabilized. Patient was admitted to the ICU for further treatment at 7:36 PM, 09/05/12. Injuries upon admission were mapped as follows:

1. Bullet entry and exit through right deltoid. 2. Large laceration across midsection. Shows signs of heavy bacterial and viral infection. 3. Second-degree burn in the shape of greek letter omega. 4. Electric burns on lower right back. Presumably from high-voltage taser or cattle prod. 5. Intense electric burns in genital and inner-thigh areas. 6. Hamstrings lacerated. Presumably to constrict movement of legs.

Upon admission to the ICU, the patient was administered a standard dose of penicillin. There had been no signs of consciousness since arrival to the hospital, however the patient did appear to be in a survivable state. Within the unit, he was attached to a dialysis machine and given a steady IV of saline solution and another one that contained water-soluble vitamins and nutrients. Once the infection showed no further sign of spreading, the patient was given an emergency liver transplant. This occurred on 09/06/12.

The transplant succeeded, and the liver immediately began to filter blood and further cleared the infection. The decision was made to keep the patient on the dialysis machine until the infection and subsequent sepsis was cleared, and after a partial recovery from the first transplant occurred.

After 57 hours of total unconsciousness and unresponsiveness, the patient was declared to be in a coma caused by toxic-metabolic encephalopathy. He was assumed to wake up within the month.

The tracheostomy ventilator was removed on 09/23/12 and replaced with a laryngoscopic ventilator. This was changed once more on 10/03/12 when it was replaced with a mask ventilator.

The genital burns required a skin graft, but otherwise healed normally without infection or complications.

At 1:58 PM on 10/09/12, the patient began to react to outside stimuli. He moved when touched and made audible responses to pain. Over the next few days, he began to react to auditory and olfactory stimuli in addition to touch-based reactions increasing in consistency. By 10/12/12, the patient could follow simple commands and had managed to open his eyes a few times.

On 10/15/12 at approximately 12:30 AM, the patient awoke in a frenzied state. He attempted to rip out IVs and pulled off the ventilation mask and appeared to be unaware of where he was. It took excessive physical force, but he was eventually restrained and slowly calmed. He fell back asleep soon after, but showed greater signs of healing by that point. The next afternoon, he gave an official record of what happened to him, which provided a more accurate method of how to treat him. He consented to a kidney transplant and went into surgery on 10/18/12.

There were no complications during the surgery, and the donor was the wife of the patient, Rosalind M. Schaffer. She didn't suffer any complications from the donation either.

After the surgery, he was moved from the ICU and into the recovery wing with a private room.

The patient was dosed on standard pain medication over recovery, and showed no infectious flare-ups over recovery. He was monitored for lasting impacts of his wounds or disease, and had gained a noticeable tremor in both his hands. He underwent physical therapy while in the hospital's care, allowing him to regain full motion in his legs and to lessen his hand tremors.

The patient was discharged at 8:14 PM on 11/17/12 with a clean bill of health and prescribed a pain medication for as long as needed. It was also recommended that the patient stop smoking, as his lungs had previously failed once and it could be a major risk factor. The patient obviously did not follow the advice, as he was seen smoking a cigarette the second he left hospital grounds.