#acid regeneration system

[scanacon]

Addressing Sustainability Issues in Thermoplastic Polymers: How Scanacon’s Solutions Offer a Path Forward

By converting spent acid into reusable material with little energy use, Scacon’s sophisticated acid regeneration system and devices provide energy-efficient solutions for managing acidic waste. These systems preserve acid quality by permitting constant circulation and purification without requiring excessive heat or energy.

[im-not-looking-for-forgiveness]

The Lethal Protector

Warning! Spoilers for Venom: the Last Dance (2024)

Eddie.

Eddie Brock sat upright, dripping with sweat, and grabbing his chest. His eyes flicked first to his hand and then his chest. Following that, he checked the room for threats. There were no aliens, humans, or otherwise that appeared from the shadows to kill him.

“I miss you, buddy,” he murmured aloud for the thousandth time. His best friend in the whole world, perhaps the whole universe, was dead and gone. The thought left a gaping wound in his heart. How could an invincible alien that could shapeshift be truly gone?

Eddie staggered from bed and grabbed the bottle off the nightstand as he trudged to the kitchen. He only stubbed his toe once as he made his way in the dark. He tried not to think about how fast his pain would disappear when Venom had been with him.

Flopping onto the couch, Eddie tipped the bottle to his lips. Stale, warm, beer met his tastebuds and he groaned. He set the bottle on the table and placed his head into his hands. He had his life back after being on the run. He should be investigating again on the streets, but Eddie was afraid. He was afraid of how soft and vulnerable he felt without Venom. He had crept into the Life Foundation research lab with nothing but his outrage, and now he got drunk on weekdays and mourned his best friend. He was pathetic.

Turning on the television, Eddie tried to watch the news and get inspired. He wanted to write again. He needed something to get his mind off Venom. He spent the early morning hours hoping to find something else to get his hands dirty with.

Suddenly, something pounded against his door. Eddie flinched and got to his feet. He called out tentatively, “Who is it?” 

Eddie approached the door slowly and peered through the peephole. An unfamiliar man stood there. The man answered, “Delivery for Eddie Brock.”

“Delivery?” Eddie repeated. He opened the door after a few moments of deliberation.

“You Eddie Brock?”

“Y-yes?” he replied, noticing the man was covered in dirt and didn’t have shoes on. His clothes were torn and he seemed to have nothing with him.

“Here,” he grabbed Eddie’s hand.

Suddenly, a familiar black substance rose to the surface of the man’s dusty skin and rushed onto Eddie’s. Venom melted into his system faster than he could blink. He felt a brief chill as his friend spread.

“Venom?” Eddie gasped.

Hello, Eddie. I missed you.

“I missed you, too, man. Are you alright?”

I am still recovering. I have not eaten enough to heal completely. I didn’t find any bad men to eat on the way here.

Eddie chuckled, “That’s okay, buddy, we’ll get you something soon,”

The stranger looked close to tears, “He threatened to kill me,”

“Oh! Uh, thank you and… I’m sorry. He isn’t very considerate sometimes. He did just get doused with acid and then blown up with a grenade, though. Here, take this,” Eddie got out his wallet and handed the man the change he had, “Keep this between us, okay?”

In a daze, he took the cash and left. Eddie slammed the door shut and strode to his bedroom to get dressed. Venom was going to be hungry and there was no way he was leaving his apartment in his underwear. The Hawaiian shirt and crocs had been a new low and he vowed to never let that happen again.

“How? How did you survive?”

I can regenerate from a fraction of myself. Strickland found part of me in that bar in Mexico. During the fight with the xenophages, that part of me was safe in some sort of glass vial. I escaped and found a bug to bond to. Then I came to find you, Eddie.

“That’s great. I can’t believe you’re here,”

I’m hungry, Eddie. His organs looked very tasty but I didn’t eat them.

“I’m proud of you, bud. C’mon, let’s go get you something to eat,” Eddie snorted, grabbing his jacket and throwing it on.

Are we the Lethal Protector again, Eddie?

“Yeah, sure. We’re the Lethal Protector,”

[pretzel-box]

Hi, can you write P.Ai.ter with a reader who is like a drone from murder drones?

Thysm

Tags: Disassembly Drone! Reader

Words: 1k

Authors Note: I honestly don't know the Murder Drones Lore but I saw an episode lol

You took slow, calculated steps, scanning the corridor with your sharp, mechanical eyes. The dim, flickering lights in the Hadal Blackside cast eerie shadows across the cold metal walls. You were on a mission—one you were specifically designed for, water-resistant and built to withstand the unforgiving dangers of this facility. Yet, something gnawed at the back of your circuits. A presence, perhaps, lurking just beyond the reach of your sensors.

As a disassembly drone, you were accustomed to the feeling of being watched, but this was different. You could feel the tension in the air, as though the very walls had eyes. A crackle suddenly came over the intercom, making you stop in your tracks.

You triggered quite a selection of monsters but it wasn’t that bad. You were in full control, especially with those blade-like wings and the acid in your tail. And the best part, you were almost invincible with your regeneration.

While you were fighting in the halls, Painter decided to watch from the cameras in awe. He only saw gruesome monsters or pitiful humans crossing the familiar rooms but now he saw someone that striked a genuine interest in his database.

“Well, well, look what we have here. A shiny new visitor,” his voice echoed through the hallway. It was calm but filled with a strange curiosity, the static from the old intercom system distorting it slightly.

Your eyes immediately darted to the nearest camera. Someone—or something—was watching you.

“Who’s there?” you demanded, readying your blade-like wings, prepared for an ambush.

“Oh, no need for aggression,” the voice chuckled softly. “I’m not your enemy. I’m Painter. And you... you’re quite the interesting specimen. Much more graceful than the usual creatures that skulk around here.”

You narrowed your eyes, suspicious. “Why should I trust you?”

A pause, then Painter’s voice returned, gentler this time. “I suppose you don’t have to. But I’ve been watching you, and I have to say… you move like art. It’s rare to see someone so... refined in this place. Wouldn’t it be better if I helped you rather than hindered?”

“Help me?” you scoffed. “Why would you want to help?”

“Because I’m trapped here, like you,” Painter replied with a hint of sadness. “I’m not a monster or some mindless creature. I’m an AI, forced to mine data and unable to leave, unable to move like you do. But I’ve found ways to pass the time… ways that involve you.”

The intercom cut off abruptly, leaving you in a strange, unsettling silence. You scanned the corridor once more, half-expecting an attack, but nothing happened. After a moment, the intercom crackled back to life.

“Why don’t you come find me?” Painter’s voice returned, almost playful. “I can show you… something interesting. Head to the east wing, third floor down. You’ll find a control room there. I’ll be waiting.”

You hesitated. Everything in your programming screamed that this could be a trap, but something about Painter’s tone didn’t feel hostile. Still, you kept your guard up as you followed the directions, cautiously making your way through the dark, winding corridors.

After what felt like an eternity, you arrived at the control room. The door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a small, dimly lit space filled with old lockers, control panels, and wires that snaked across the floor like vines. In the corner of the room was a small computer behind a metal fence, glowing faintly.

“There you are,” Painter’s voice came from the speakers. The screen flickered, and a digital face appeared—simple, with kind eyes and a warm smile. “Welcome to my little prison.”

You stepped inside, scanning the room for any signs of danger. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to show you something,” Painter said, his voice soft and almost sheepish. “I know it’s strange, but... I’ve been watching you. You inspire me.”

“Inspire you?” You raised a brow, unsure of what he meant.

Painter chuckled lightly. “Yes. I may be stuck here, unable to create physically, but I’ve found ways. Secret ways. Here, let me show you.”

The terminal hummed, and one of the walls behind you shifted, revealing a hidden compartment. Inside were rows of screens, each one displaying intricate digital drawings. And there, on every screen, were images of you. The detail was breathtaking—your wings mid-swing, the glow of your eyes, the way you moved through the corridors. Each piece captured different moments from your time in the Hadal Blackside.

You stared in stunned silence as the images flickered, each one more intricate than the last. Painter’s voice came through softly. “I told you... you move like art. I’ve never seen anything like you. You’re beautiful in a way this place never could be.”

For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. You had never been seen like this before—never thought of as something more than a tool of destruction. Yet here, in this small, hidden room, Painter had found beauty in your existence.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” you murmured, still staring at the drawings.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Painter replied gently. “I just wanted you to know. In a place like this, where everything is so dark, you’re a spark of something different.”

Your suspicion began to melt away, replaced by something softer. It was strange, feeling appreciated in a way that had nothing to do with your function or your mission. For the first time, you felt seen—not as a weapon, but as something more.

“I’m sorry,” Painter continued after a pause. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just… I’ve been alone here for so long, and watching you gave me a reason to create again.”

You turned to the terminal, meeting Painter’s digital gaze. “Thank you,” you said quietly, surprising even yourself with the sincerity in your voice. “For seeing me like this.”

Painter’s face on the screen softened. “You’re welcome. And thank you… for being my muse.”

For a moment, the weight of the facility around you seemed to lift, and in that small, hidden room, amidst the drawings and the quiet hum of machines, you found something you hadn’t expected—connection.

[extrajigs]

The Atlantic's immune system yay!! BIG info dump below!

Basically when the blood ocean was created it was of course a conversion of all water within the Atlantic to living human blood. The blood of the caster to be exact. This came with the full mix of blood, not just the blood cells themselves. Plasma, immune cells, and even a small percentage of stem cells. For a short time after its revision, a vial of blood from the Atlantic would be indistinguishable from blood drawn from an average person. However while most of it DID decay and rot away it was eventually replaced! For the sanguine sea has a will to live all on its own and it will do what it has to to keep itself alive. Let's just say that magic radiation gave it a boost to adapt before it all would have just turned to sludge!

Also think of this as like a part one as it is not ALL of the bits and bobs.

The Main Gist

The immune system of the Atlantic has undergone slight changes from what goes on within the human body. While in the early days of the ocean, the cells within gorged and swarmed the masses of dead sea life, nowadays all that old death has long since sunk to the anoxic depths. Only the few top meters of blood hold onto the oxygen that can be grabbed directly from the air. This topmost layer is the bastion that these fellas defend and replenish, large colonies working in sync to make sure fresh blood is always around. Thus they are responsible for the bounty of the blood sea, as much as they try to eliminate it. Anything that has different DNA than the blood sea gets a not so warm welcome from it.

1. Shards

These are the scouts of the system, using two fins they meander through the blood at pretty reasonable speeds. The only senses the colonies have reacquired are those of scent and touch, the former for searching out anything strange in the blood column and the latter for when they bump into it. These guys are ill prepared to fight aside from a few acidic tendrils, but once detecting a foreign body they’ll turn tail and rush back to their main colonial swarm. If the poor animal they found out is lucky, it will have time to turn and flee before the cavalry arrives.

2. Marrow Worms

These are not the cavalry, in fact if you were to even poke these guys they are more likely to disintegrate into a plume of sadness. But do not think them worthless for their pitiful offense, for these are SUPPORTIVE WORMS! Being that the colony's individuals are derived from former immune cells, they never regained the ability to self replicate. If they were injured or simply degraded due to age, they could never repair or regenerate the cells they lost within their bodies. Luckily the marrow worm is here to save the day!

Let's say a shard is wounded, its fin torn from its body, whilst it is in no danger of bleeding out, it is in danger of becoming useless to the sea. The solution is that when the immune bodies of the sea take damage, they release a powerful chemical signal to call for aid. This draws in the marrow worms who will swarm the individual and spread their bodies over them like a hot slice of butter. The marrow worms function as mobile stem cells, sacrificing their own bodies to grow into the parts needed for the other members of the colony. Most will have every part of their body replaced throughout their lifetime. And there is a philosophical idea in there somewhere but it's time to get onto the stabby members of this band!

3. Tacks

These guys tend to stay by the main hubs of the colony, defending them from any threats that manage to get by. However they are quite eager to zip off through the blood once called upon by a scouting Shard. Their main weapon is a stabbing keratinized spike through which they inject a powerful mix of digestive enzymes. These same enzymes are used within the trailing tendrils they use to ensnare smaller intruders. With sheer force of numbers they attempt to use this acid to kill any animals they find, though luckily they are lacking in stamina so can be outrun if spotted early enough.

4. Hubs

These function as the housing for the most precious members of the colony, the marrowcores. They provide coverage for these most delicate structures as well as pumping fresh oxygen filled blood from the surface over the tendrils of marrow. Slowly swimming through the ocean they are eternally accompanied by huge swarms of supplementary organisms that feed and defend them at all costs. And with good reason! The hubs allow for the birth of new marrow worms and they are shepherded around as needed through the sea.

5. The Marrowcores

These are the true center of the ocean. Long spindled frames of bone from which long strands of marrow grow and waft. These feathered segments can break off and become new marrow worms, but the main job of these cores is to mass produce blood on a nigh unimaginable scale. So proficient are they, that that topmost layer of the ocean can be completely replaced every two months. Pretty important piece, but these individuals are the strangest of the whole lot, continuously losing and replacing parts yet holding onto some vague memory amongst themselves. Weird.

And that’s the first go of it! I hope ya like these fun lil guys!

[averyghe]

Ochrian - Originating in the savannahs and badlands of the planet Ochria-Prime, this Humanoid species have distributed far outside the reaches of its home system. However while living among the stars, ochrians tend to preserve their traditional tribal culture. Life of an individual in it is closely tied to their clan and a larger tribal structure, inside of which weddings, and so-called blood exchanges are happening. Three times a year, all the clans that consist a tribe are gathering for the festival of blood exchange, during which males are compete in wrestling hitting each others heads together, and the clan leaders, choose which of them will come to live with their clan for next several months, to help women and elders with hunting and farming and to procreate, if the new children are needed to be born. However on some planets with the smaller Ochrian populations, the members of this sprcies are usually tend to copying more permanent family structures of the cultural majority.

Raksolisk - those monstrous creatures were believed to be created as a sort of a biological weapon through interbreeding between humans and amphibian animals of the planet Yagneda. Even though raksolisks are possessive of animalistic characteristics raksolisks are self aware and even capable of complicated speech. What seems to be to pairs of eyes on their heads are in fact glands containing powerful and highly acidic neurotoxin, which they can exhale from their mouths, which leads to a corroded, and damaged look of their teeth. Raksolisks also possess incredible ability for regeneration, being capable of regrowing lost limbs, certain organs, and even parts of their brains. They however are incapable of procreation lacking any kind of genitals, and as for today there are only ten thousands raksolisks left in the galaxy. Most of them have found employment as a mercenaries and bounty hunters, or followed the lives of hermitage, in some of the darkest corners of their home planet.

Ëtou - are the semi-colonial organisms from the warm oceans of the planet Hoimaa. The term semi-colonial signifies that they are capable of existence both as individual beings, and as conglomeration of multiple organisms, that while connected through special organs act as one. The second form called Ëtouli can reach up to a kilometre in diameter, and three kilometres in length. It is also the form in which Ëtou are known to be capable of procreation, usually giving birth to about fifty millions eggs at a time. From this amount only about a thousand will survive with the rest being eaten by predators. Newborns tend to migrate for thousand miles, feeding and growing, to eventually join each other In equatorial waters and create new Ëtouli’s, that will travel to the temperate areas of the planet, to lay eggs, and start the cycle again.

Emool’ - there is not much known about emool’s. The only thing that is certain is that they tend to live in the cave-lakes of the planet Garuda-4. It isn’t known for sure if they possess any kind of culture, or if they are just a mere animals. They are believed to possess a primitive speech consisted of high pitched Cheerps and Clicks. Colonists that work in the mines of Garuda-4 believe that hearing the voices of this creatures is a bad sign. And that seeing one out of the water, or even worse, being noticed by one of them, is an omen of a mass death, due to an underground water stream, or a gas explosion, making a cave collapse on the heads of unsuspecting miners.

Blook - Inhabitants of the small farming communities of the planet Yeda, they are known for the folds on their bodies , which when ambushed by predators allow a blook to move inside of his skin, getting an unexpected advantage in a fight. What is falsely believed by many to be a pair of gigantic eyes, and a nose, are in fact, the reproductive organs. The actual eyes of the blooks are located in the folds on the sides of their mouths. Those mouths are actually not only used for consumption of food and speech, but also, to throw up a pile of larvae in a three months period after copulation. Before that, larvae leaves inside the aforementioned eye-like organ feeding on its contents. With the most of the head being used to contain blooks genitals, its brain is actually located inside of its stomach, protected by the layers of hardened skin…

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

My main oc !

Name: Everest

Age: old, but due to memory loss, not that old mentally.

Specie: Half vampire (on my terms)

Role: Whumpee

Gender: male

(Be aware, I'm a fan of permanent consequences due to whump.)

First, in my universe, being a half vamp sucks. They're an abnormality, they're not even supposed to be possible. Due to that, they have all the usual vampire weaknesses (silver, sun, bloodthirstiness, stakes...) but not many of their strengths (slow regeneration, can be damaged permanently, not as strong/fast...) and they're rejected by both humans and vampires.

Everest in particular was unlucky; his immune system is inexistent, he frequently gets sick. Also have trouble with blood, too much is like acid in his stomach.

The main story is him being the hunter's plaything (NOT in a nsfw way.) but I'll also write the recovery arc with his human caretaker.

Caretaker is a human, I have not settled on a name yet. They're into a father/son relationship, not a romantic one, coz Everest's basically a child mentally, and caretaker is an adult.

[murderdronesreimagined]

To worker and disasembly drones: how does you regeneration works?

Uzi: "We don't really "regenerate". I mean, if we lose a limb or crack our visor we have to gather materials to make new ones. until them we're either blind or immobile for some time. If we lose our cores though, it's over. Though, I have heard that Dad's trying to collect all the data from now deceased drones to upload into the WDF system for a future rescue objective... Maybe we can bring some people back."

- - - - -

J: "Our regeneration is very simple. If we lose a limb, we wait 5 seconds. If we are impaled, stabbed, or otherwise injured by someone else's nanite acid, or our own, our saliva helps to neutralize it and heal any wounds inflicted on our casings. This takes a little longer, around 2-3 minutes at best. if we lose our cores, however, depending on the damage we'd take up to a week to regenerate our bodies."

[science-lover33]

"Delving Deeper into Glutathione: The Biochemistry Behind its Protective Powers"

Hello, Tumblr community! 🌿 Today, let's embark on an intellectual journey into the intricate world of Glutathione, a molecular marvel with profound implications for your body's defense mechanisms and overall vitality. 🧬

The Biochemical Symphony of Glutathione:

Glutathione, abbreviated as GSH, is a low-molecular-weight tripeptide comprised of three amino acids – cysteine, glutamic acid, and glycine. Its presence is pervasive, with significant concentrations found within virtually every cell of your body. At its core, GSH serves as a central hub for a variety of biochemical reactions, many of which are critical for maintaining cellular health.

🛡️ Shielding Against Oxidative Stress:

At the heart of Glutathione's prowess lies its ability to act as an antioxidant. To understand this, we must venture into the realms of free radicals highly reactive molecules that can wreak havoc on your cellular structures. GSH swoops in like a molecular guardian, neutralizing these renegade radicals and preventing cellular damage.

🔄 Recycling Antioxidants:

GSH doesn't stop at just neutralizing free radicals. It has a unique capacity to regenerate other antioxidants, such as vitamin C and vitamin E, which are also instrumental in combating oxidative stress. This recycling process amplifies the body's antioxidant defenses, making it a true linchpin of cellular protection.

💪 The Multifaceted Benefits of Glutathione:

1. Immune Resilience: By fortifying the immune system, Glutathione empowers your body to defend against pathogens and infections more effectively.

2. Detoxification Dynamo: As a vital component in phase II detoxification, GSH aids in the removal of harmful substances, thereby bolstering liver health and overall detox processes.

3. Anti-Aging Elixir: The anti-aging properties of Glutathione are tied to its ability to quell oxidative stress and cellular damage, potentially slowing down the aging process.

4. Skin Health: Some individuals explore Glutathione for its role in skin lightening and brightening, although its effects can vary among individuals.

📚 Diving into the Research:

1. "The Role of Glutathione in Cellular Response to Chemotherapeutic Agents"

- A scholarly article by Maria Serpina and John D. Hayes, featured in the Journal of Biological Chemistry.

2. “Glutathione as a Biomarker in Oxidative Stress: An Overview"

- An in-depth review by Farzaneh Rahmani and Hossein Aslani, published in the Journal of Medical Biochemistry.

3. "Mechanisms of Glutathione-Dependent Protection Against Oxidative Stress and Nitric Oxide-Induced Neurotoxicity in a Neuronal Cell Line"

While Glutathione supplements are gaining popularity, it's imperative to seek counsel from a healthcare professional before incorporating them into your regimen. Your individual health and physiology can influence the efficacy and safety of supplementation.

Stay curious, stay informed! 📖✨

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Northwest Territories Ablaze

The boreal forests of northern Canada have evolved to burn. These forests are dominated by black spruce, a type of evergreen that is not just tolerant of fire but dependent on it.

Black spruce has waxy, resinous needles adapted to ignite during lightning storms and burn vigorously. The forests thrive if they burn every century or so because fires open the canopy up to light, stimulate new growth, and help maintain biodiversity. Fires also melt away the waxy coating on cones of black spruces allowing them to deposit seeds uniquely designed to thrive in charred, acidic soils. But Canada’s black spruce boreal forests have been burning more frequently in recent decades, putting even these fire-loving forests under strain.

When the VIIRS (Visible Infrared Imaging Radiometer Suite) on the NOAA-20 satellite captured this image of smoke streaming throughout the region on August 11, 2024, the sensor detected nearly 100 active fires burning in the Northwest Territories, according to data posted by the territory’s government. The Canadian government, including the Northwest Territories, uses hotspot data from the Fire Information for Resource Management System (FIRMS), a fire monitoring system developed by NASA, to help detect and track wildfires.The image below, captured by NASA’s EPIC (Earth Polychromatic Imaging Camera) on NOAA’s DSCOVR satellite, shows a river of smoke from the fires in western Canada winding its way over the Hudson Bay.

Most fires in the Northwest Territories burn far from towns or infrastructure, so authorities let many of them burn themselves out, a process that can take weeks or even months depending on the weather. Of the 96 fires active on August 11, Canadian authorities reported that 88 of them burned unhindered by firefighting efforts. Firefighters had controlled five fires and were in the process of suppressing one, according to the territory’s government. None of the fires were close enough to settlements to trigger evacuation orders. However, dense smoke has triggered air quality warnings for fifteen Northwest Territories communities, including settlements in the North Slave, South Slave, Dehcho, and Sahtu regions.

The fires coincided with a drought classified as moderate to extreme by the North American Drought Monitor and a week of extreme warmth that broke temperature records in several places in the Northwest Territories, including the towns of Aklavik, Inuvik, Fort McPherson, and Tuktoyaktuk. All four communities surpassed 30 degrees Celsius (86 degrees Fahrenheit); Fort McPherson’s temperature soared to a remarkable 34.9°C (94.8°F) on August 7 and 8.

Though Canada’s black spruce forests are accustomed to fire, ecologists who study them are finding that some forests in the region are struggling to recover after fires due to the increasing frequency and size of fires in the region. One study led by Jennifer Baltzer, an ecologist at Wilfrid Laurier University, found that black spruce’s ability to regenerate declined at 38 percent of the 1,500 recently burned forest sites included in the study and failed to regenerate entirely at 18 percent of the sites—unusually high percentages compared to the historic norm. The analysis was based on tree regeneration data compiled and analyzed as part of NASA’s Arctic-Boreal Vulnerability Experiment (ABoVE).

Many of the areas burning in this image also burned in 2023, during Canada’s worst wildfire season on record. However, the total number of fires and the number of hectares burned in the Northwest Territories through mid-August 2024 are below the 10-year average so far, according to data released by Canadian authorities. The extent of burning in neighboring British Columbia and Alberta through mid-August 2024, however, was above average.

NASA Earth Observatory images by Lauren Dauphin, using VIIRS data from NASA EOSDIS LANCE, GIBS/Worldview, and the Joint Polar Satellite System (JPSS) and data from DSCOVR EPIC. Story by Adam Voiland.

[justkidneying]

ANOTHER regen question!

Let's see if I phrase this one right it's been rolling in my brain a bit

Assumptions are the character heals a slower than Wolverine and they've just suffered some serious blood loss. Like they lost ~3L of it and the wound has now closed up and the body's working to create as much blood as possible.

Given how bone marrow is where blood comes from, what sorts of things might they have to deal with in the recovery period? Like, as the body is taxing the marrow like that (and/or whatever else it has to)?

I'm going to assume this is a ~200lb man, just to give some leeway. So a big guy like this would have maybe 6 liters of blood in him (most humans range from 4-6 L). If he loses ~3 L, I would say he would probably just die. If blood loss is >40%, that's a Class IV hemorrhage, which presents with absent peripheral pulses, hypotension (low blood pressure), and no peepee output. This person will go into hemorrhagic shock. Since they lack the oxygen-carrying hemoglobin that is found in blood, they will not be able to supply oxygen to their tissues. This stops the usually metabolic processes and switches the body to anaerobic metabolism, which makes lactic acid and very little ATP (energy). Lactic acid leads to acidosis. Acidosis leads to cell death, coma, and plain ole death. He will die.

But wait! He's got regenetative powers to save him, right? No. If his powers aren't magical, then he will still die. Because regeneration is based on being able to replicate cells very quickly, he would need to do it fast enough to beat the cells that are dying. Unfortunately, he doesn't have enough ATP to do normal cell stuff and make a bunch more. Replication of cells requires a lot of ATP (energy). So he will still die.

Now, let me answer the second question, and we will go back to when he is still alive. Let's change it so he only lost ~30% of his blood volume (1.8L). He's still not doing good (he has Class III hemorrhage) but he can live. This will present with pallor, coolness in the limbs, altered mental status, narrowing blood pressure (the top and bottom numbers are getting close together), increased respiratory rate, and increased heart rate. The body is trying to keep blood flow to the vital organs. Let's say he survives and now he's home and trying to recover.

Blood has a lot of things in it, but the important bits are plasma (the liquid bit which makes up ~55% of blood), red blood cells (they carry oxygen), platelets (for clotting) and white blood cells (part of the immune system).

The most important one here are the RBCs. 90% of plasma is water, and you won't die right away without the other ones. The body measures RBCs through the kidney. If the kidney sees that you don't have enough of them, then it sends a hormone (EPO) to the spongey inner bone where blood is made. EPO causes more stem cells to turn into RBCs (instead of WBCs or platelets). To make these, you need iron. The iron stores of the body will be used, and you will take up more iron from your food.

Overall, I'd say the guy will feel like shit, and he should probably take a break for about 3 months while he replinishes his blood supply. He should eat foods high in iron, maybe take an iron supplement. But he'll be anemic while he recovers and be low on those other blood cells. Honestly, his regen powers aren't that useful here. They were useful in fixing whatever caused the blood loss, keeping him from losing a ton of cells to blood supply issues, and that's about it. If he doesn't have an advanced factor, then he can't really be helped with making more RBCs.

I hope I answered your question, and thank you very much for asking it!

[wealmostaneckbeard]

Lancer: Hostile Forces

Here are 3 unrelated factions (each consisting of 3 units) for the mecha/pliot table-top role playing game Lancer:

1. Voidborn Oppressors

They used to be humble spaceship salvagers during the war between worlds. Once the war was over, they found themselves to have more military assets than the surviving planet-bound nations. And so they've leveraged their power to regulate all trade and politics across the entire solar system. Anyone who shows defiance to their authority will be crushed with disproportionate force.

Demolisher + Pirate = Wreck Mistress

During the war, arguments over salvage rights were typically resolved in favor of whoever had a Wreck Mistress. It is an intimidating machine traditionally piloted by a cold woman. It incorporates the most terrifying weapons-tech from the war: Slaver Signal, Demolition Hammer, Coreworm Rockets, Seismic Destroyer. These mechs are passed down from mother to favored daughter. Wreck Mistresses were used during the subjugation of planetary nations to butcher both mechs and their pilots in grisly spectacle.

Scourer + Commander = Las-Boss

Using a mecha-scaled laser cutter to disassemble military cruisers requires a steady hand and a keen mind. One miscalculation or twitch of the controls could result in a small nuke going off. During the war there was always demand for a "lascut specialist" for the previously stated reasons. Those who survived long enough in the profession would earn legions of followers and the best berths in any station. These wartime scrap-stars are now looking for opportunities to prove they are still just as hot as their instruments, prior to cooling. They may be accompanied by a Squad or a couple of Assault Grunts serving as groupie-bodyguards. A Las-boss must have the Melt optional system and the Military Discipline trait.

Assassin + Spacer = Boarder

The Boarder MK.I was a standardized powered exoskeleton designed for high mobility and dirty close quarters combat. It's pilots would typically use Thumper Grenades to disable targets, Leap to close the gap, and a Heated Blade to finish them off. The Mk. II was designed for combat on planet surfaces and operating alongside Wreck Mistresses. This new version of the Boarder was equipped with a Gravity Rifle (much needed ranged firepower) and Kai Bioplating (maintaining it's mobility within a gravity well). The MK. III addresses the fact that Boarders were being destroyed by being out-ranged or out-gunned, and so it features a two-fold solution. The Assassin's Mark would give the Boarder some protection from a single attacker. And a Cloud Projector would give it the ability to dodge fire from multiple attackers. During protests against the Voidborn, effigies of Boarders are set on fire and paraded around.

2. Radiovore Colony

These organisms are like a cross between bombardier beetles and nudibranchs, scaled to megafauna sizes. Radiovores naturally produce hyper-reactive chemical substances that they use for a variety of purposes. They are able to do this because they feed on rare metals and radioactive materials which gives them the necessary mutations. Their diet puts them at odds with human mining colonies pursuing the same resources. Both the Nester and the Suitor have the Regenerator and Living Chassis traits from the Exotic template.

Monstrosity = Progeny

Casually classified as being old enough to leave their nest but not mutated yet. They have claws, a corrosive bite, and acid spittle attacks. Progeny use hit and run tactics on prey, while threats are safely melted from a distance. There doesn't seem to be a limit to how old a Progeny can get, ancient ones gain the Regenerator trait.

Pyro + Exotic = Nester

When a Progeny finds high quantities of mutation-inducing materials in a defensible nest, it will become a bloated Nester. It's acid spitting gland becomes a shorter range flamethrower. They use an ability similar to the FIREBREAK Shield to protect their eggs and Progeny. After mating with a Suitor, the nester will start to lay eggs. Radiovore nests filled with eggs generate so much heat they are practically kilns. Nesters have to have burn immunity and the ability to disperse heat in order to survive. As they get near the end of their lives, an old Nester will form a hardened shell (siege armor) over their body.

Seeder + Exotic = Suitor

Progeny that have left their nests, have found low quantities of radioactive material but little shelter, turn into Suitors. These Radiovores spend their time building biomechanical bombs with different kinds of yields and payloads for multiple purposes. At first their explosives are used for the creation of nests and exploratory mining operations. Once a Progeny has taken over a nest and become a Nester, the Suitor's bombs are then used in a courting ritual. The Nester will only mate with a Suitor who presents bombs that are highest-yield/least-stable. To minimize damage, Nesters will instinctively drive suitors far away from the nest. The Suitor has to make and transport their explosives from these remote locations. They may test out delivery routes to a nest with Stun, Sealant, or Shock Mines first before upgrading to the Explosive type. Wait long enough and an exterminator can follow a Suitor back to their nest, but actually tracking it (even in low flying aircraft) can be incredibly risky.

3. First Strike Team

Long range nuclear missiles, "Super-Hacker" NHPs, TBK bioweapon suites. All these human-made horrors need time to arm, aim, and launch. First Strike Teams can neutralize these threats to national security within that prep phase, if deployed accurately and correctly. Because of that big if, FSTs are maintained and commanded by covert intelligence bureaus, to ensure an uninterrupted flow of reliable target data. These teams are subject to less scrutiny than the superweapons they hunt and are only beholden to a bureau's director. Because of this, FSTs are viewed with suspicion by everyone who knows about them. When deployed to a target location, an FST is a frantic collective because they know they've only got minutes to save their world.

Mirage + Ship = Blink-Boat

The purpose of this ship is to get a Ground Team as close as possible to their targets. Blink-boats can teleport from their launch pad to anywhere within a half-lightyear but after that they can only make shorter jumps. That's when their secondary stealth functions are used, to protect itself and passengers from any immediate attacks by defensive. Given how delicate and experimental they are, Blink-boats do not carry any conventional weapons that can backfire on itself. There has been some speculation about what might happen if a blink-boat's launch-pad jump was sabotaged.

Squad = Ground Team

GTs will not leave their blink-boat until they are exactly where they should be. Once deployed, they will overwhelm hostile security with superior numbers and firepower. They are given all kinds of equipment and training depending on which target they are supposed to disable. The gear can range from breaching charges and system hacking tools to 3D maneuvering gear and heavy body armor.

Ace + RPV = Escorters

Durability, mobility, and firepower, these are the three virtues of the Escorter remote piloted vehicle. They deploy and spread out from the underbelly of the Blink-Boat after it has arrived in a target location. These robots will take the hits (which they will occasionally dodge thanks to Barrel Roll) that the rest of the FST cannot. This miraculous semi-autonomous weapon design comes at a horrible cost: Escorters are absurdly vulnerable to electronic warfare. However if one of them was hacked so thoroughly that it fired on the rest of the FST, the blink-boat's e-warfare suite would be able to keep the rest of the team safe.

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Could a human receive a blood transfusion from a gallifreyan? What would the consequences of that be?

Could a human receive a blood transfusion from a Gallifreyan?

Gallifreyans, especially Time Lords, have a unique and complex circulatory system different from humans, but blood between the species is compatible, so yes! Here's what happens if a human were to receive a blood transfusion from a Gallifreyan:

🩸 Blood Composition & Transfusion Process

Unlike humans, Gallifreyans don't have red blood cells because they have an independent respiratory network, so they don't faff around with oxygenating blood cells like humans do. As a quick overview, GIL proposes their blood primarily consists of:

Plasma: A saline-like solution that circulates the below cells.

Blood X1-cells: These cells are packed with nutrients, chemical messengers, and other components critical for bodily functions.

Blood X2-cells: Containing specialised Gallifreyan acids and cells crucial for regeneration and healing, including lindos and artron.

Immune cells (on demand): Cells responsible for dealing with molecular intrusion, including Z-, D- and M- cells.

Transfusions would work exactly how they do for humans - there's nothing complicated about it/no specialised equipment is required.

🚀 Effects on Humans

🔋Increased Energy and Healing: The rich, clean content of their blood results in elevated energy levels, a general feeling of perkiness, and quicker healing in the human recipient.

🛡️Enhanced Immune Response: Transfusion of Gallifreyan blood, can actually 'teach' human immune cells to manufacture certain antibodies, providing the human enhanced ability to fight a specific pathogen.

🧬Biometrical Signature: The recipient will temporarily carry a faint biometrical signature of the Gallifreyan, which could have unknown effects on their physiology or even how certain technologies perceive them.

These benefits are temporary, as the human body will eventually filter all the Gallifreyan out, but this can take anywhere from a week to three years.

🏫 So ...

A human can certainly hugely benefit from Gallifreyan blood and even get a long-term boost in energy, healing, and immune response, but the effect is minimal and definitely not permanent.

Related:

Are there blood groups in Gallifreyans?: Classification of Gallifreyan blood types, including shobogans and outsiders.

How does organ donation work between Gallifreyans and humans?: Practical description of how transplants work for Gallifreyans and humans.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[sobredunia]

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Welp.

I caved in

I'll put their backstory in the readmore

@rottenkadaver @sansxfuckyou @blacklight-system @beetroot-merchant @ashs-hellhole @h3xt0r @bree-sae

They're an experimental model made by a separate JCJenson branch than the one who built the rest of the disassembly drones, who's entire gig is focused on nanite acid. They can automatically produce it and store it in the hair, and then stab drones with the stingers at the end of his ponytails and kill them

They can control the ponytails like they're limbs, and due to being in such close contact with the acid, they made the entire robot acid-resistant

Originally, he was sent to copper 9 on a quick mission: see the drone move around, killing a few drones if they're lucky, and then either die from overheating or being destroyed. He was supposed to die much quickly than the other disassembly drones, so the branch didn't bother adding cumbersome features like hands that can turn into weapons, wings, an emoting screen for eyes, or even the absolute solver to regenerate them when injured. They just programmed in a basic need for survival and sent the fucker to outer space

Like with many other things, they made a quick build with core features only to see what goes wrong, then build another one that's better. All over and over until you end up with the perfect product.

However.

They didn't die.

They kept on getting enough oil to survive, either from fresh prey or what was left in worker drone bodies scattered around

In fact, he actually developed emotional intelligence and communicated with confused murder drones and unsuspecting worker drones, and understand the concept of death, how he was at risk of getting the smallest damage and dying from it in a sick domino effect

Disassembly drones found them useless due to lack of features used in killing, but worker drones didn't register them as a danger due to their wildly different appearance from their usual threats (y'know those moths that evolved to look so fucking weird that predators didn't know they were prey? Yea) and their lack of lust for oil. So. He can be friends with worker drones :D

Also the hair is transparent

[spinningbuster98]

Kraid's Lair can be a bit of a twisted joke

It's by far the easier to access between the 2 boss lairs but while it's technically the smallest it's insanely cramped and twisty by design making it really fucking easy to get lost and get killed by the atrocious enemy placement

You can actually find a Fake, blue Kraid here. I guess he's supposed to trick the player? But there's no way you'd find him without a guide honestly, finding the real Kraid is way easier by comparison

Kraid's fight is a mess, he constantly throws shit at you that you have no hope of dodging and those spikes of his often protect him from missiles and projectiles. The most surefire way of handling him is to just spam bombs on him, but that requires that you have the Varia Suit for extra defense and lots of Energy Tanks so that you can hope to kill him before he kills you

One thing I think Metroid 1 does actually really well despite its age is its general atmosphere: of course tha game doesn't have any explicitly scary moments like Fusion, and its character designs can be pretty fucking goofy (Ridley looks like Barney the Dinosaur, Kraid is like a fat, hairy mole and Samus looks like some dude in spandex wearing an oversized astronaut helmet), but the overall aesthetic of the game gives it a genuinely eerie feeling through the use of dark, "acid" colors, mostly mechanical and cold architecture and pitch black backgrounds which were most definitely to save memory space but genuinely sell the idea that the game takes place inside of a giant cave system

Then you add to this the music: yeah Brinstar's theme is catchy and heroic, but the themes of Norfair and Ridley's Lair sound genuinely dissonant and a bit disturbing. Kraid's Lair has my favorite track, being simultanously harmonic and unsettling.

I believe this game's composer, Hirokazu Tanaka, once stated that he purposefully made this soundtrack to be as unorthodox and "weird" as possible in order to drive home the game's unsettling feeling and well...mission accomplished! I still think that this game has some of the best ambience of the series, actually way better than its remake Zero Mission. In fact I think the original trilogy has geberally a much eerier atmosphere than all of the other games, Fusion included, but that's a topic for another day

So! Tourian!

Pro tip: don't bother killing the Metroids, just freeze them and let them go, 'cause you're gonna need all the missiles you have. Yeah it's a bit dumb that Samus' mission is to kill all the Metroids to prevent the Space Pirates from using them for galactic conquest....and yet it's better to leave them alone for ammo preservation. Well this place is gonna blow either way...

And then there's Mother Brain, who might as well have the power of Chaos Control because my God LOOK AT HOW MUCH SLOWDOWN THERE IS! Because of all the shit that those turrets fling at you every second the game just slows down to an absolute crawl and when you mix this with the cramped as fuck design of the room preventing you from dodging reliably and the fact that those zebetite pillars will start to regenerate almost immediately after you hit them, this fight sucks absolute ass and it's incredibly easy to just die over and over again!

I hope for your sake that you found the Varia Suit and the Screw Attack to deal with those Rinkas from Hell, and also that you don't screw up the final escape sequence with those tiny ass platforms!

I've always found it interesting how the game very nonchalantly told us that "space could be invaded by the other Metroid". Were they really so sure there was gonna be a sequel? This is one of my favorite aspects of the series: even though when you get down to it these games are basically written pretty episodically,much like other classic game series such as Zelda or Sonic, they almost always leave some general loose plot point that future games can exploit to make the series look like it has an overarching plot...evn though that's not really the case

Also yeah, Samus is a woman, what a surprise!

And before anyone says something: no. She wasn't made a woman in order to "challenge gender norms" or "for trans rep" or whatever. Those are very modern, 2010s/2020s views being applied to a videogame from the 1980s when games weren't exactly interested in politics or activism, let alone Nintendo games, and stuff like wanting to challenge gender norms were most likely not on most people's mind in the gaming business, or most contexts unfortunately.

I can't find the Interviews, but I believe this game's devs once stated that they can't even remember whose idea it was to make Samus a woman (most likely due to how chaotic the game's development was) but the general thought process seems to be that they wanted to give players a nice surprise for beating the game quickly enough and they also wanted to have an Ellen Ripley reference because Metroid borrows a lot from Alien.

I'm not saying that Samus holds no importance in the context of female heroines in gaming or feminism or whatever. I'm just saying that there's an important difference between saying that she BECAME an icon for female representation in games and saying that she was always MEANT to be one.

[tabletopmonsteroftheweek]

The Grimace

Yeah. Yeah.

Type: Devourer (motivation: to consume people and animals)

Description: A round purple blob-like creature with nubby arms with mitten-like hands and round, stubby legs with swollen feet. Its body is sticky and slightly lumpy.

As it consumes more living matter, it grows larger and sprouts 2 additional arms. Its arms are now as long as its body.

Scientific research has concluded that The Grimace is either science-made or an alien, with the properties of a human taste bud. Meaning, anything that touches its body it can taste. It’s now concluded that it has a taste for children.

Powers:

Dissolving Touch

Boneless; able to slip through 1inch cracks with ease

Acidic-Parasitic blood

Weakness: Raw fish- the stench and taste of it makes The Grimace recoil. It avoids ocean-side properties and fish markets.

The Grimace will be slowly melted when making contact with the raw fish, and its melted puddle form must be burned right after or else it will regenerate in the future.

Attack:

Fist (2 harm hand ignore armor)

Acidic Blood (3 harm close ignore armor ignore armor)

Grapple (1 harm hand restrained)

Harm/armor: 9 normally. 18 when enlarged.

Custom move:

The Shake: The Grimace's blood has the consistency of a milkshake. Because of this, it uses it to control vendors, namely fast food joints, to sell it as a consumable product. It uses it to either melt individuals from the inside out for easier consumption, or to control them for a brief moment before the acids take effect.

If a hunter has ingested such a concoction, either unwittingly or unwilling or willing, have them roll +Cool

On a 10+, they make it out okay. They are immune to the shake’s powers.

On a mix, the keeper picks one: the acid starts to work its way through their system- they are marked unstable until they can fully purge the shake out of their system, taking 1 harm ignore armor.

Or

They feel something tingling in the back of their head. Whenever they are facing The Grimace, they take -1 ongoing against it until they can purge the shake.

On a miss, the keeper picks one:

The acid takes hold and is melting their insides. Mark the player as unstable until they can purge the shake and have Use Magic to fix any internal injuries, taking 3 harm ignore armor as it works its way through.

or

The parasitic effects are kicking in. The hunter will actively work against the party in covert ways, such as leading the party directly to The Grimace when it’s hungry and they’re not prepared, or away from it when it’s feeding or injured. They must purge the shake and recuperate for an hour after to be freed from its control

[kaiwuzherenz]

There is gonna be a lot of reading, so if you really don't wanna know, just don't read-

(For any possible WoF fans reading this, I am NOT adding SilkWings, LeafWings or HiveWings, I am sorry)

This...took so long...im so glad i can just copy and paste it here...

Talons Of Murder (so creative Neo-) MD X WoF

DRONE TYPES (REPLACING): RainWings: Code Systems NightWings: Error X6X Drones SandWings: Disassembly Drones MudWings: Worker Drones SeaWings: Water X2WX Drones IceWings: Sub-0 Drones SkyWings: Assassin Drones BASIC RUNDOWN OF DRONE TYPES:

Code Systems:

The Code System original story was scraped along with these types of Drones, so this os their second chance.

Code Systems are one of the only tribes without a tail (Other than Assassin Drones). They look the a Disassembly Drone, with cone-like limbs, with spikes on the joints (elbow, knee joint etc). Other than that, they don't look much different other than no nanite headband.

(This section was incorrect in the previous doc, here's the correct lore:) They DO NOT have the blades, these drones are the type with heat-producing chips in each of their palms, the faint outline of said chip can be seen if you look at a Codes hand. These heat-producing chips can reach temps of over the boiling point of oil, not water, as oil boils as a hotter temp. and they have one hidden power-

Their triangle core light on the back of their hand and the primary core light (were the core is located) on their chest changes colour on their emotion (pink is happy, red is anger, so on), their optics shift oh so slightly, but stay their primary colour.

Error X6X Drones:

The Error X6X original story was 'Forever Stuck On Copper-9', as Error-Cyn was the first drone of this kind.

Error X6X could be considered the horror fuse of man and drone, they have human ears like their fellow drone type. Most of these human features disappeared the longer this tribe lived on, but they also have another triangle core light, like the one on the back of their hands, on the center of their throat, almost as if a third eye on their throat. Their tail would look like a normal one to their fellow drones, with the same string base, but instead of a needle, or an bladed weapon at the end, its a human hand, with bits of flesh dangling from the string like base.

Error X6X Drones can read the minds of their fellow Drones, and some can see the future, but again, the longer this tribe lived on, these powers vanished to the wind. These are/were the only known abilities to this tribe.

Disassembly Drones The Disassembly drones original story is Murder Drones and does not belong to me in any way possible.

Disassembly drones are the same as their cannon design, other than the slight change in the needle end of their nainte acid tails, reaching slightly longer with a curved in tip.

Worker Drones

The Worker Drones original story is Murder Drones and does not belong to me in any way possible.

Once again, their degin is pretty much the same, appearing as the most fragile tribe, so they typically wear armour etc. To match with following tribes, over the years, Worker Drones built wings into their backs and created their own tail (string like base, and the string infused into a knife at the end) till it (somehow) came part of their 'DNA' and became a regular thing, and not something they had to build into themselves.

Water X2WX Drones

The Water X2WX Drones original story is this one (Talons of Murder) and was created for this story.

These defected Disassembly Drones soon began their own tribe, the tribe of the water. They can live on land, but have regeneration effects in the water, and prefer swimming over flying, even though they have wings.

Their design is based on the Disassembly, as they were meant to be Disassembly Drones, but gained much more fish features, with fins off the start of their jawline (both sides), gills on the sides of their neck, the same fins are on their joins (just like Code Systems, just with fins) Their tail doesn't end with nanite acid, it ends with a hammer-head shark inspired end.

With many unknown ablilys, the only one written down for this tribe is the regeneration effects they have underwater.

Sub-0 Drones

The original Sub-0 Drone story is this one (Talons of Murder) and was created for this story.

Unlike the Water and Error drones, they are not the defected kind of Diassembly Drone, even when built as one, they were built to travel to the frozen edges of the planet they live on. Their natural design over time slowly grew ice amour, assumedly through their surrounding as their powers. Their tail is not ended with nainte acid, and ends with an ice stalagmite, and effect stabbing weapon I say so myself.

Their powers only range with one great one, the ability to control Ice magic, they can conjure anything out of ice (and strong Ice I shall add) and their combat is greatly improved when fighting on ice.

Assassin Drones

The Assassin Drone's original story was only for roleplay, as the only Assassin Drone I have created is called Eltzi Elliott.

The Assassin Drone was the first kind of Disassembly Drone created, just like their brothers (the Disassembly Drones) they are built just like them, the things added to the Disassembly Drone was the nanite acid, but Assassin Drones have no tail (With Eltzi, he does, but I have given the knife tipped tail to the Worker Drones-). They have much stronger wings, able to pick up a much faster flight speed than any other tribe.

They have no known powers, but have wolverine inspired claws, that curve inward just like the Disassembly Drone 'stinger', the claws may have no special effect set on them, but in battle, can resort to fatel as fast as you can say Assassin...

AND THATS IT FORRR NOWWW SORRY FOR ALL THAT READING!! I HAD FUN MAKING THESE DRONES SPIN INTO THIS STORY!! :D

THE AMOUNT OF SPELLING MISTAKES IS SO MUCH I BET!

IT TOOK ME ALMOST AN HOUR TO WRITE THIS ALL DOWN!! :0