#capsule polisher machine

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Capsule Polishing Line

One of the most crucial pieces of equipment used in the pharmaceutical sector is the capsule polishing machine. It consistently cleans capsules with a revolving brush. The machine feeds capsules into the polishing chamber, where a revolving spiral brush removes powder residue from the capsules’ exterior. To remove the dusted powder from the polishing chamber, a vacuum cleaner must be attached to the chamber. This enhances the capsules’ polishing.

All of the contact parts on our cGMP-compliant capsule polishing process are composed of SS316 or 304 material. This machine has nylon net lining its capsule chamber. The machine has a VFD control drive, and a separate dust collecting system is provided. If the polishing chamber’s inclination needs to be changed, it’s rather simple to do so in accordance with the formulation. We also include a compressed air system for cleaning our capsule polisher’s nylon brush.

The fact that no additional parts are required for varying capsule sizes makes our capsule polishing machine with dust extractor a very advantageous choice. It is simple to disassemble and clean the capsule polisher machine. All that is required of you is routine cleaning of the equipment; a comprehensive maintenance schedule is not necessary. Our capsule polishing line’s compact design means it takes up less room, making it ideal for businesses where space is an issue. The equipment is easily able to interface with capsule filling devices that are semi-automated or automatic.

The machine may be simply moved from one place to another thanks to its locking type wheels.

Please contact our sales team for further information on our capsule polisher. Please inform us of any additional inclusions you require, and we will make it happen for you.

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Chrono Heart (Future Trunks X Black!OC)

*I DO NOT OWN/CLAIM TO OWN ANYTHING IN RELATION TO DBZ. I ONLY CLAIM THE ORIGINAL STORY IDEA AND BLACK!OC IN THIS STORY!*

Chapter 1: The Relic and the Reawakening

The remnants of Dr. Gero’s lab were a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered dreams, a monument to the hubris of a man who played god with circuits and steel. Hidden beneath this forsaken ruin, a capsule hissed open, and from its depths, a figure emerged—Axa. With skin like polished ebony, eyes that shimmered with the golden light of a thousand captured stars, and hair that cascaded down in an untamed torrent, she was a sight to behold—beauty crafted by ambition, innocence shaped by design.

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She stood, hesitantly, in the dim light of her metallic tomb, a stark contrast to the vividness of her form. Her limbs moved with an elegance that was almost haunting, yet her expression held the innocence of a child looking out upon the world for the first time.

Unbidden, Axa's body propelled her through the labyrinth of the city, every calculation in her head leading her to an encounter she did not understand. It was as if an invisible hand guided her to a serene park, where the familiar silhouette of Android 18 stood, lost in the simplicity of feeding ducks at the pond—a moment of peace in a life so often marked by conflict.

Axa’s presence cast a shadow over the tranquility, and 18 turned, her eyes widening in shock and recognition. "Axa? Is it really you?" she gasped, the breadcrumbs slipping from her fingers.

Their reunion was explosive—a symphony of fists and flashes of shared history. As they sparred, 18, amidst parries and takedowns, called out to the essence of the girl she once knew.

"Remember when we sparred with 16 in the orchard, the cherry blossoms falling around us like snow?" she grunted, dodging a swift punch. "Or the time we snuck into the city, 17 dared us to ride the rollercoaster and you laughed until you cried?"

Each word struck Axa deeper than any physical blow could, unlocking the sealed doors of her memory. "And that night, the four of us lay in the grass, making shapes out of stars, dreaming of freedom," 18 continued, her voice laced with nostalgia, even as she blocked a kick. "But then you were gone. Gero said you were defective, but you were just... you were just Axa. You were just a little girl, and I... we, I should have done something."

Tears spilled from Axa's eyes, liquid diamonds trailing down her face, an alien sensation that stopped her cold. Her hands came up to her face, fingers trembling as she touched the moisture with wonder. "What... what is this?" she whispered, her voice breaking.

"It's crying, Axa," 18 replied with a bittersweet chuckle, the fight draining from her. "It happens when you're sad... or happy... or even when you laugh so hard, you can't stop. It means you're alive."

Axa's golden gaze, now dulled by confusion and sorrow, met 18's. "I don't... I don't understand," she said, a lost child wrapped in the shell of a machine.

"I know," 18 said, stepping forward to wrap an arm around her. "I forgot to search for you when I found my own life. But now I’m here, and I'll help you. Let me show you the life I've built. You’ll fit right in. Krillin, my husband, Marron, our daughter—they'll love you."

The promise of a family warmed something inside Axa, a spark of belonging that she didn't know she needed.

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The scene shifted to the familial home, where the spark was met with a torrent of fear and misunderstanding.

The home that once held warmth and laughter was now a battlefield of words and emotions. The cozy living room, with its family photos and children's drawings, became the arena. Krillin's face was flushed with a mix of protective fear and incandescent rage. "18, how in the world could you think this was okay? Bringing her into our home without even a word to me?" His voice shook the very foundations of their sanctuary, a volume reserved for life-and-death battles, not familial disputes.

"You're not getting it, Krillin!" 18 shot back, her own voice a force to be reckoned with. "You think I can't see danger? I know danger. I've been danger. But she—" 18 jabbed a finger towards Axa, "—is just lost. We owe her this!"

Marron, with the blissful ignorance of childhood, had wandered over to Axa, offering a small stuffed dinosaur with a smile. "Do you wanna play with Mr. Dino?" she had asked, her voice a sing-song note in the dissonant symphony of the adults' conflict.

Krillin's eyes darted from Marron to Axa, and with a speed that betrayed his martial prowess, he scooped Marron into his arms. "Marron, sweetie, why don't you go play in your room, okay?" His words were gentle with his daughter, but when his gaze swung back to Axa, they were steel blades. "Stay away from her," he snapped at Axa. "We don't know you, what you're capable of—what if you're programmed to…to…"

His words trailed off, but the accusation hung heavily in the air, an invisible smog choking the room. Axa, who stood like a statue wrought from onyx, felt each word strike her. Her hands, which moments ago had explored the texture of the child's toy, now hung limply at her sides. The shine in her golden eyes dulled, a gloss of pain over the brightness.

"Krillin," 18's voice cracked like a whip, her anger transforming into something fierce and protective. "Listen to yourself! She’s not a threat! How can you judge her like this?"

The silence that followed was suffocating. Axa's soft, disbelieving sobs were the only sound, a heartbreaking melody that seemed to wrap around the room. She blinked rapidly, her human-like innocence clashing with her android perfection as she attempted to process the whirlwind of rejection and anger.

"I… I don't want to be a problem," Axa stammered out, her voice a mere whisper but slicing through the tension. "I didn't mean to cause trouble. I'm sorry."

Krillin, his face softening for a moment at Axa's words, struggled with the turmoil inside him. His duty to protect his family warring with the empathy he had learned from his wife. "18, I…," he started, but the words tangled, a mess of emotion and duty.

"No," 18 interrupted, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of frustration. "No, Krillin. She's not just some android. She's Axa. Remember that. She's not the past; she��s someone who needs us now."

In the quiet that followed, the trio stood, the balance of their world shifted, as they each considered the weight of what it meant to be family, to be human, or something akin to it. Axa, still caught in the eye of the storm, dared to hope for a harbor in this tempest—a place where she could anchor her heart.

The turmoil in the room reached a crescendo, a tidal wave of emotion that crashed over Axa with overwhelming force. As Krillin and Android 18's argument continued, Axa's mind began to fracture under the strain. She clutched at her temples, her golden eyes flickering erratically as memories—long suppressed—surged to the surface.

She was small again, diminutive and human, watching through the bars of a crib as giants in white coats and stern faces argued loudly above her. The cacophony of their voices was terrifying, a discordant symphony that crescendoed into an unbearable din. Words like "potential" and "failure" were thrown back and forth, volleying over her head like some high-stakes game she could not comprehend.

Her breath hitched, a robotic mimicry of a panic attack, and her body began to seize up. Her limbs locked in place, and the glow in her eyes sputtered like a dying star. "System… overload…" she managed to gasp out before collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut, her form going limp and unresponsive on the floor.

"18, we need to do something!" Krillin's voice was now tinged with fear for Axa, the protective instinct he felt for all living beings—especially those under his roof—kicking in.

18 knelt beside Axa, her fingers hovering over the android's inert body. Her heart, though not flesh and blood, ached with a mix of fear and protectiveness. "Dammit," she cursed softly, her usual composure fraying at the edges.

Krillin ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darting from his wife to the still figure on the floor. "Maybe… we should take her to see Bulma. She's dealt with… this kind of thing before."

Android 18's eyes narrowed at the suggestion. "Bulma has a good heart, but she's got that scientist's curiosity. She'll want to dissect every part of Axa's programming," she said, her voice a growl of resistance. "And Vegeta…" she trailed off, a scowl creasing her features at the thought of the Saiyan prince's unpredictable nature.

Krillin nodded slowly, understanding his wife's concerns. "We don't have to tell everyone, just Bulma. She'll know what to do," he insisted, his tone imploring. "Vegeta won't lay a finger on her—I'll deal with him if I have to."

The two locked eyes, a silent conversation passing between them. It was a gamble, but Axa needed help that they couldn't give. With a heavy heart, 18 agreed. "Fine. But we're not leaving her side. Not for a second."

Carefully, they gathered Axa's motionless form, her weight a testament to the gravity of their situation. Together, they stepped into the cool evening air, the weight of Axa's fate a heavy shroud upon their shoulders as they made their way to Capsule Corporation, and into the uncertain future that awaited them.

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More on Axa (Pronounced: Axe-e-ah or Ahh-x-ah)

*Apologies for inconsistent art styles. I utilized Art breeder. Unfortunately I don't see many resources to help create black!Ocs in consistent styles and diverse poses out there. If you know of any please let me know! As you continue reading the story imagine her in the DBZ art style. Thank you!*

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[swappetf11]

Title: Echoes of Time

In the heart of a bustling city, hidden away in a nondescript basement, Professor Jonathan Hargrove stood before his life's greatest achievement: a time machine. Its brass and steel frame hummed with energy, promising to breach the boundaries of time itself.

With a mixture of trepidation and excitement, Jonathan stepped into the sleek capsule. The whirring of machinery surrounded him as the world outside blurred into a vortex of colors. Moments later, he emerged into the crisp air of 1875.

Greeted by the sights and sounds of a bygone era, Jonathan couldn't contain his awe. Adjusting his wire-rimmed glasses, he took in the bustling streets, the clattering carriages, and the gas-lit lamps that illuminated the cobblestone pathways.

Yet, amidst the marvels of the past, Jonathan realized he stood out like a modern-day intruder. His unkempt beard and unruly locks marked him as a stranger in this world. Determined to blend in, he set out on a quest to transform his appearance.

Seeking refuge in a nearby barber shop, Jonathan traded his disheveled appearance for a more polished visage. With precise strokes, the barber trimmed his beard, shaping it into a neat and distinguished style. Long locks fell to the floor as the shears worked their magic, leaving Jonathan with a tidy haircut befitting the era.

Emerging from the barber's chair, Jonathan felt like a new man. Dressed in tailored garments that harkened back to the fashion of the time, he reveled in his newfound identity. But there was one final touch to complete his transformation – his mustache.

With a practiced hand, Jonathan coaxed his facial hair into elegant curls, framing his lips with a touch of Victorian flair. Admiring his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of his altered appearance.

As he ventured back into the streets, Jonathan felt a sense of belonging wash over him. No longer an outsider, he had become a part of the tapestry of history, weaving his own story into the fabric of time.

With each step, he marveled at the wonders of the past, knowing that he was a mere observer in a world long gone. And yet, as he gazed upon the faces of those who walked beside him, Jonathan couldn't help but wonder – would they too one day journey through time, seeking to unravel its mysteries?

For now, the answer remained shrouded in the mists of time, a secret waiting to be discovered by those brave enough to venture beyond its bounds. But for Jonathan Hargrove, the journey had only just begun, and with each leap through time, he would continue to carve his own path through the annals of history.

[republicsecurity]

VIP Duty

T1CPS, clad in the familiar red Armour suit that marked him as a tactical paramedic, sat on the train with the quiet efficiency of a machine. His eyes, hidden behind the reflective visor of his helmet, were fixed on the digital comic displayed in his HUD. As the train rumbled along the tracks, he followed the story's twists and turns, his mind momentarily escaping the regimented reality of his existence.

His sea bag, a stark contrast to the vibrant comic, lay neatly beside him. Inside were the sparse remnants of his personal life – a flight suit for missions, a parade uniform for formal occasions, dress boots polished to a shine, and the essential underwear. It was a collection so minimal that it spoke volumes about the spartan nature of his existence.

T1CPS's life, like the digital comic he was engrossed in, was a narrative shaped by directives and protocols. His acceptance into VIP duty was not a matter of choice but one of designation, a role assigned to him by the ever-watchful Paramedic Corps. As he flipped through the pages of the comic, his gloved fingers moved with a precision honed by years of training, a stark reminder of his dual nature – part human, part machine.

The train's rhythmic movements were a constant beneath him, the world outside the window a blur of passing landscapes. But within his helmet, the digital comic came to life, vibrant colors and dynamic characters leaping off the screen. It was a brief escape, a momentary reprieve from the reality of his situation.

His fellow passengers, oblivious to the tactical paramedic in their midst, carried on with their conversations and activities. T1CPS was just another passenger, just another faceless paramedic, yet beneath the armour, his thoughts were his own. 

But even as he lost himself in the digital pages, he knew the escape was temporary. The training facility awaited him, with its strict routines and stringent protocols. VIP duty was an honor, they said, but T1CPS knew it came at a price.

As the train sped on, T1CPS continued to read, his helmeted head tilted slightly as he immersed himself in the story. Outside, the world passed by in a blur, but within his HUD, the comic unfolded in vivid detail. In that moment, he was more than just a tactical paramedic – he was a reader, a consumer of stories, a brief respite from the unyielding demands of his profession.

The on-duty paramedic behind the desk glanced up as I approached, his eyes hidden behind the reflective visor of his helmet. His voice came out crisp and businesslike through the speaker system. "Name and assignment?" he asked.

"T1CPS," I replied, my voice filtered through the helmet's modulator. "VIP service training."

He nodded, fingers flying across the console's holographic keyboard. "Room -104. Sleeping capsule and locker for your belongings. Activate a sports training program of your choice until 17:00. Wash and chow hall for dinner. Parade uniform, sharp and polished, at 7:00 sharp tomorrow morning." His instructions were swift, efficient, the words echoing with the regimentation that defined our lives.

"Understood," I acknowledged, my HUD displaying the information in the corner of my vision.

He continued, his tone slightly more casual. "And make sure that parade uniform of yours is wrinkle-free, and those dress boots? They should gleam like your chrome dome."

I managed a nod, even though he couldn't see it through my helmet. "I'll make sure everything's up to standard, sir."

"Good. Get settled in, T1CPS. Training starts early tomorrow."

With that, I turned and headed toward room -104, the number glowing faintly in the sterile white corridor. The training facility buzzed with activity, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and the low hum of machinery. As I stepped into the room, the door hissed shut behind me, sealing me into my temporary space.

Inside, the room was minimalistic – a sleeping capsule against one wall and a locker opposite it. I stowed my sea bag in the locker, the clang of metal against metal echoing in the small space. With practiced ease, I activated a sports training program in my armor, the HUD flickering to life with various options. I chose a mixed martial arts routine, the prospect of physical exertion strangely comforting.

As I started the training program, the room around me faded away, replaced by the virtual environment of the simulation. The sterile walls of the facility vanished, replaced by a bustling cityscape. My armored form moved with precision, the training program pushing me to my limits.

Hours passed, the digital sun setting in the virtual sky. When the program finally ended, I found myself drenched in sweat, the armor's cooling systems working overtime to regulate my body temperature. It was time to wash and eat.

The chow hall was a communal space, paramedics from various training programs sitting at long tables, their conversations muted beneath the constant hum of machinery. I navigated the food line, my tray filled with the day's rations. The taste was bland and unremarkable, but it provided the necessary sustenance.

I returned to my room after dinner, my mind buzzing with thoughts of the training to come. Carefully, I laid out my parade uniform, ensuring every crease was smooth and every button polished to a shine. My dress boots gleamed under the harsh light, a reflection of the discipline instilled in every paramedic.

With my preparations complete, I settled into the sleeping capsule. The hum of machinery surrounded me as the capsule closed, cocooning me in its embrace. Tomorrow, I would present myself at 7:00, sharp and ready.

Tomorrow, the true journey would begin.

Welcome to the Training

In a room illuminated by the cold glow of holographic screens, the instructor stood before the fresh batch of trainees, his demeanor sharp and commanding.

"Welcome to the VIP Service training," he announced, his voice cutting through the air. "You're not just paramedics here; you're elite escorts for the most high-profile individuals in our society. Your attire and conduct should reflect the utmost professionalism and precision."

He gestured to the rows of neatly arranged business suits, each tailored to perfection. "These suits are your armor, your disguise. They'll help you blend in with the upper echelons of society. But remember, no matter how sharp your suit is, your skills need to match. That's where our training comes in."

The holographic screens flickered to life, displaying intricate scenarios — crowded galas, bustling political events, serene diplomatic meetings. "Neuro VR training will immerse you in these situations. You'll learn to anticipate the needs of your VIP, to navigate complex social interactions, and to ensure their safety above all else."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room. "But it's not just about knowing how to act. Appearance matters. A clean, polished look is non-negotiable. You'll receive grooming tips — haircuts, skincare routines, and proper etiquette lessons. As paramedics in the VIP Service, you represent the pinnacle of our profession," the instructor declared. "Embrace the training, embody the discipline, and you'll not only protect your VIPs but elevate the entire paramedic corps."

Ear Pieces

These Earpieces are your lifeline during VIP escort duties. They will ensure that you are always focused, always alert, and most importantly, always secure."

One by one, he handed out the Earpieces, the sleek, black devices disappearing into the palms of gloved hands. The trainees looked at them with a mix of curiosity and wariness. KIP77's eyes scanned the room, ensuring everyone had their device.

"Insert them now. Snug fit is essential. You should hardly feel them once they're in, and that's the way it should be. Maximum comfort, maximum efficiency," KIP77 instructed, his words clipped, precise.

The room fell into a brief silence as the trainees followed his orders. They slipped the Earpieces into their ears, a perfect fit as they nestled into the contours. The subtle hum of technology resonated in their ears as they activated the devices.

A tap on their wrist-mounted Smartwatches, and suddenly, the world transformed. The ambient noise of the room faded, replaced by a gentle, soothing white noise. It was as if they had entered a cocoon of silence, shielded from the distractions of the outside world.

"Now," KIP77 continued, his voice clear in their ears despite the white noise. "These Earpieces will filter out all conversations except those that are relevant to your mission. You'll be able to communicate with each other, with me, and with the designated contacts. It's all about focus. The VIP's safety is your top priority."

The trainees nodded, their expressions determined, albeit slightly disoriented by the sudden change in perception. KIP77's eyes bore into each of them, ensuring they understood the gravity of the situation.

As the trainees started to speak, their voices were confined to their partners' ears alone, isolated from the rest. It was a symphony of controlled communication, a testament to the efficiency of the Earpieces.

"As you go out into the field, remember this," KIP77's voice echoed in their ears through the Earpieces. "The VIP and mission control have access to these devices, just as you do. They can adjust what you hear — whether it's all conversations in your vicinity or only those specifically intended for you. It's a security measure, not just for you but also for the privacy of the VIPs and other sensitive events you might be involved in."

The trainees exchanged glances, absorbing the gravity of the situation. The Earpieces, once a mere piece of technology, now felt like a bridge to a controlled reality. Their world was not just what they saw and experienced but what the Earpieces allowed them to hear, a filtered and curated version designed to keep them focused and secure.

KIP77's stern gaze fell upon them. "This control isn't just for the safety of the mission. It's a tool, a responsibility, and sometimes a burden. Your awareness is a weapon, just as vital as any other equipment you carry. Stay alert. Stay focused. And never forget that even in silence, there might be critical information being shared."

"Consider this Earpiece an extension of the HUD system you're familiar with," KIP77 continued, his voice a steady reassurance through the white noise in their ears. "Just as the helmets filter out distractions, the Earpieces ensure your auditory environment is precisely tailored for the task at hand. In high-stress situations, eliminating unnecessary noise can make a crucial difference."

It was a reminder that in their roles as paramedics, every sense, every piece of information, had been meticulously curated to serve a purpose: to save lives and ensure the success of their missions, all while maintaining the utmost confidentiality.

Your new chastity device

The instructor held the chastity cage up for all to see.

The instructor's gloved hands cradled the Latowski Mark 6c, a masterpiece of duraplast engineering. Its sleek, red and black design gleamed under the harsh training room lights, the embodiment of both elegance and undeniable security. The room was silent, every trainee's gaze fixed on the device in the instructor's hands. It was a formidable and unmistakably secure device, a symbol of control and discipline. This was the Latowski Mark 6c, and the 'c' in its name carried a special significance. The instructor's voice was smooth and authoritative as he explained.

"Ladies”, the instructor chuckled at the cheap joke, “what you see here is the Latowski Mark 6c. The 'c' stands for a civilian adapter, a seemingly minor addition, but one that carries significant implications. It's designed for one purpose: easy and discreet use in civilian restrooms. You may not have considered this before, but the nature of our work sometimes requires us to navigate public facilities. This adapter ensures that you can do so with the utmost convenience and adherence to our protocols."

He moved the chastity cage closer to the trainees, the red and black material glinting in the light. "This device is an extension of the standard cages you're already wearing. It embodies the principles of discipline, control, and commitment that are at the core of the Paramedic Corps. When you're equipped with this, you not only represent the ideals of our organization, but you embody them."

He gestured for a closer inspection, his movements precise. "The design is elegant, yet unmistakably secure. Duraplast construction ensures durability and comfort. Its contours are ergonomic, designed to fit your bodies seamlessly, reminding you of the boundaries you operate within."

The instructor's words hung heavy in the air. The trainees exchanged glances, recognizing the significance of this new addition to their uniform. In a world where every aspect of their lives was regulated, even the design of a chastity cage held a particular purpose. The 'c' wasn't just an adapter; it was a symbol of the meticulous attention to detail that governed their existence.

Business Suits to blend in

He paced the room, his eyes sharp, assessing each trainee as if he could discern their potential with a glance.

"You're not just here because you're good tactical paramedics," he said, his voice low but carrying an undeniable authority. "You're here because you represent the epitome of our profession. VIP service isn't just about competence; it's about perception. And perception starts with appearance."

He gestured to the tailored suits that lay before them, the rich fabric catching the light in a way that promised both comfort and sophistication. "These suits are more than just pieces of clothing. They're extensions of your professionalism”

The paramedics stood in a line, eyeing the civilian business suits before them. It was a stark departure from their usual red flightsuits, a transformation that signified a shift in their roles. For the first time since their induction, they were allowed to wear "civilian" clothes, although the term felt like an irony since these were given to them by the Corps.

Wearing civilian clothes was a novel experience for the paramedics trained for VIP Escort Duty. After years of the regimented red flightsuits, the soft caress of fine fabric against their skin felt alien, yet strangely liberating. The crispness of a tailored shirt, the smoothness of a silk tie — these were sensations they hadn’t experienced since before their conscription.

The instructor, a stern figure with years of experience etched into every line on his face, explained the importance of blending seamlessly into civilian environments during their VIP escort duties. As he spoke, the paramedics meticulously dressed in the prescribed attire: crisp shirts, perfectly knotted ties, and tailored business suits that hung flawlessly on their frames

Instructor KIP77 moved among them, adjusting collars and tying ties with the precision of someone who had done it a thousand times before. The ties were a deep shade of blue, chosen to match the paramedic insignia subtly embroidered on their shirt pockets. Each tie was fastened with a sharp clip, glinting in the light.

Underneath the suits, they wore the familiar heat-regulating and protective body gloves, a constant reminder of their paramedic identity even when disguised as civilians. 

The sterile ambiance of the training room enveloped them, the overhead fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow on their freshly shaved heads. Trainees J4Y3 and L1N6 stared at each other, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared understanding. The recent change in their appearance, the absence of hair, and the discreet earpieces they both wore created a peculiar allure, an intriguing blend of sophistication and austerity.

The instructor's voice resonated through the room, firm and unwavering, as he emphasized the importance of their uniforms. "Your parade uniforms are not just garments; they're symbols of pride, discipline, and unity. When you wear them, you're not just representing yourselves but the entire paramedic corps. Respect for your uniform is non-negotiable."

He paced back and forth, eyes keenly observing each trainee. "These uniforms are your second skin. They should fit like armor, both physically and metaphorically. They will be your standard attire during this course, alongside the suits you're wearing now. We expect nothing short of perfection. Cleanliness, crispness, and attention to detail will be your watchwords."

A stern glance swept across the room, making sure every trainee felt the weight of his words. "You will inspect your uniforms daily. No loose threads, no stains, no wrinkles should mar their appearance. Parade or business, you will wear your uniforms with pride, and in turn, they will reflect the pride you take in your profession."

Training

In the sleekness of their new business suits, the paramedic trainees stepped into a world of simulations, each scenario carefully crafted to test their abilities, judgment, and adaptability. The sterile environment of the simulation room contrasted sharply with the tailored elegance of their attire.

T1CPS, adjusting his tie with a hint of nervous excitement, glanced at 2LE55, who seemed composed despite the tension in the air. "Ready for this?" Trainee 1 asked, his voice echoing slightly in the empty chamber.

2LE55 nodded, his earpiece activated to filter out all but the necessary information. "As ready as I'll ever be."

The room flickered to life, transforming into a bustling city street. Their surroundings shifted seamlessly, immersing them in a hyper-realistic scenario. Their sharp eyes scanned the crowd, picking out potential threats and assessing the situation in an instant.

A VIP figure emerged, flanked by security personnel. The trainees seamlessly blended into the background, their business suits helping them fade into the urban tapestry. The earpieces hummed with updates — snippets of conversation, vital data, and mission objectives.

As the simulation progressed, challenges arose. Unexpected obstacles tested their problem-solving skills. T1CPS adeptly deflected an overly curious journalist, his tie clip catching the light as he smoothly changed the subject. 2LE55 navigated through a maze of security protocols, ensuring the VIP's safety while maintaining an unassuming demeanor.

The simulation room buzzed with tension as they tackled each scenario, their suits never hindering their movements. In fact, the tailored attire seemed to enhance their confidence, reinforcing the idea that they were not just paramedics but elite professionals capable of handling any situation.

When the simulation concluded, they stepped out of the virtual world, their suits slightly rumpled from the intensity of the experience. T1CPS let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "We did it," he said, a mix of relief and pride in his voice.

Your Position in the grand scheme of things

The instructor paced the room, his gaze fixed on the row of trainees before him. "Gentlemen, the positions you've just learned are fundamental to our duties in VIP service. Now, let's move on to the new positions you'll be mastering."

He paused, allowing the significance of his words to sink in before continuing.

"First, we have the 'Honor' position. This position is a blend of respect and readiness. It signifies your acknowledgment of the VIP's presence. When assuming the 'Honor' position, your right knee touches the ground, your left foot is forward, bent at the knee. Your wrists are clasped at the small of your back. Your chest is open, shoulders back, and your gaze is lowered. This position conveys both submission and strength."

"Next, the 'Full Present' position. In this stance, you're fully exposed and vulnerable, displaying complete surrender to the VIP. Your legs are apart, shoulders squared, arms raised, fingers laced behind your neck. Your eyes remain downcast. 'Full Present' is a gesture of trust and obedience."

"The 'Kneeling Attention' position signifies immediate readiness. You're on your knees, calves flat on the floor, thighs vertical. Your body remains upright, arms behind you, hands clasped. This position is all about alertness and preparedness. Your focus should be sharp, and your senses heightened."

"Lastly, the 'Assume Spot' position. This is your default state of readiness. When you're not in any specific posture, 'Assume Spot' is your go-to. It's a balanced posture, sitting comfortably but with vigilance. Eyes scan your surroundings, ears attuned to any instruction. In 'Assume Spot,' you're both relaxed and on high alert."

As the instructor briskly walked around the room, the trainees stood at attention, their bodies rigid, hands clasped behind their backs. It was a position they knew well, drilled into them during Basic Military Training. The instructor's voice cut through the air, crisp and commanding.

"At ease," he barked, and immediately, the trainees shifted into a relaxed stance, feet slightly apart, hands still clasped behind them. Their eyes followed the instructor's movements, absorbing every detail of the positions he demonstrated.

"Kneeling attention," the instructor called out, and the trainees gracefully dropped to their knees, calves flat on the floor, thighs vertical. Their bodies remained upright, arms held behind them, hands clasped.

"Full present," the instructor commanded, and the trainees adjusted their positions, sinking onto their knee caps, thighs spread shoulder-width apart. Arms were placed behind them, wrists clasped, and heads slightly bowed. It was a posture of respect, vulnerability, and readiness.

"Display," the instructor said, and the trainees stood tall, legs apart, shoulders squared. Their arms were raised, fingers laced behind their necks, exposing their chests in a gesture of submission. Eyes remained downcast, a sign of deference.

"Honor," the instructor intoned, and the trainees shifted onto their right knee, the left foot forward and bent at the knee. Their wrists were clasped at the small of their backs, presenting themselves with a mixture of strength and submission. It was a position that spoke of control willingly surrendered.

"Assume spot," the instructor concluded, and the trainees immediately moved to designated spots in the room, sitting comfortably but alert. Their eyes scanned the surroundings, ready for any indication from the VIP. In that moment, they were both at rest and on high alert, a dichotomy of relaxation and readiness that defined their existence.

In the hushed atmosphere of the training room, the trainees practiced these positions diligently, each movement precise and controlled. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, the rustle of clothing, and the soft echoes of commands

Your new Look

"Gentlemen," he began, his tone laced with a sense of finality, "it's time we address a fundamental shift in our approach. In the realm of VIP duty, your appearance holds immense value. You can't hide behind a visor anymore. You're going to be seen, assessed, and judged by the people you're protecting. It's not just about being strong and skilled. It's about exuding confidence, trust, and yes, attractiveness."

A ripple of discomfort spread through the room. We, the paramedics, had grown accustomed to the anonymity our visors provided. It was a shield against the prying eyes of the public, a mask behind which we could focus solely on our duties. Now, that sanctuary was being stripped away.

The instructor continued, "To help you navigate this new aspect of your role, each of you will receive individual counseling and instructions from a beauty specialist. They, too, are paramedics, trained to enhance your features and bring out your masculinity. You'll learn to present yourselves in a way that exudes strength and confidence, traits that will inspire trust in those you're tasked to protect."

With the specialist

I stood in the sterile, brightly lit room, feeling the weight of the beauty specialist's scrutiny upon me. He, G60PJ, was a meticulous man, his eyes scanning my face as if searching for imperfections to be corrected.

"You understand, T1CPS, that your appearance is a crucial part of your role now," G60PJ said, his tone a mix of professionalism and condescension. "We're aiming for a look that combines rugged masculinity with refined elegance. You're not just a paramedic anymore; you're a representative of the Corps, someone who embodies strength and confidence."

I nodded, not because I agreed but because it was expected. As he spoke, his fingers danced across a holographic display, generating images of potential hairstyles, each one drastically different from the familiar chrome dome I had grown used to. He settled on an ultra-short buzzcut, explaining that it would emphasize my facial features while still projecting an aura of discipline and strength

The chrome dome, my distinctive paramedic trait, was about to be replaced by something different, something the specialist deemed more suitable.

His tone was laced with condescension as he commented, "Consider yourself fortunate, T1CPS. There are those among your colleagues who require more... drastic measures to meet our standards. Surgical interventions, facial reconstructions. You, at least, have the basics in place."

I nodded, not sure if it was meant to be a reassurance or a veiled threat. The implication hung in the air — comply, or face the possibility of being reshaped in ways I couldn't even fathom. 

"Your skin regimen will be adjusted too," he continued, his voice carrying an undertone of authority. "A daily cleansing routine with specialized products to enhance your complexion. And we'll introduce a subtle makeup routine to highlight your eyes and bring out the intensity of your gaze. Remember, this isn't just about looking good. It's about inspiring confidence in those who rely on you."

I stood still as he applied a variety of lotions and powders, his movements deft and precise. The makeup felt foreign against my skin, a layer of artificiality that clashed with my paramedic identity. Yet, it was being imposed upon me, another layer of expectation to add to the ever-growing list.

"All of these adjustments will be part of your standing orders," G60PJ said, his fingers flying across the holographic interface. "Consider it a daily ritual, just like putting on your armor suit. You'll wear your new appearance with pride, projecting an image that speaks of capability, trustworthiness, and dependability."

"Of course, T1CPS," the beauty specialist continued, his tone barely concealing his disdain. "We will have special classes for you, teaching you how to apply makeup properly. You need to master the art of enhancing your features, making sure your appearance is always impeccable.”

I hesitated for a moment before obeying. As I looked into the mirror, I barely recognized the person staring back at me. The buzzcut, the subtle makeup enhancing my features, and the perfectly groomed appearance gave me an air of confidence and allure I hadn't felt before. Despite my reservations, there was an odd sense of satisfaction in seeing how well I fit into the Corps' definition of 'ideal.'

The beauty specialist, G60PJ, seemed pleased with his work. "You see, T1CPS? A little effort can go a long way. With the right grooming and makeup, you'll project the image of strength and capability that the Corps expects. 

Despite my initial resistance, I couldn't help but acknowledge that the meticulous grooming and makeup had transformed my appearance.

A strange sense of pride welled up within me. Maybe it was the satisfaction of meeting the Corps' expectations, or perhaps it was the recognition of the effort I had put into adapting to this new version of myself. 

G60PJ leaned in, his voice conspiratorial, "You know, T1CPS, it's not just about how you look. It's about how you feel. And I can see that you like what you see in that mirror. You've got that spark, that confidence. Trust me, your mates are going to appreciate the transformation too. So why don’t you cash in some reward points, open the chastity cages tonight and spend some time together?”.

I quietly left the room consindering his advice. 

[noro-noro-noro]

OH i just remembered in my dream last night i was lost in a poorly lit but very large convention center. people were like around & doing things, but it all had the vibre of "this is underground" . the ground was like polished brown concrete & the lights were all incandescent yellow. there was a fruit stand. i bought some bananas & there was a baby whip spider mixed in with them? i like bugs but i find whip spiders a little unsettling in appearance so i didn't want to touch it directly even though they rarely bite & aren't poisonous, but i also didn't want to let it just live on the floor and inevitably get stepped on. i also did not ever say whip spider i was trying to refer to it by the order name amblypygi but i did NOT remember what it was in the dream & kept butchering the pronunciation.

a lot of the rest of hte dream was spent walking around & trying to find something to keep the spider in without it escaping, suffocating, or touching me. a large ziplock bag? a capsule from a capsule toy machine? a tupperware? my dad was there & so was my sister. my dad was neutral on the situation & was like "this seems like a lot of hassle, are you sure you want to try to take care of it & not just put it down somewhere?" & my sister was like "AAAAGH AAAGHG AGH GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME" (bug scared) .

it kept escaping what it was in anyway bc i was too worried about it suffocating. there were probably other aspects & i remember being in a taller room, maybe 3 stories? it was a library bith tall shelves & was better lit than everywhere else so far. that's all i have rn

[weaselweaselw]

The Origin Of the Dark World

PART III: THE ORIGINS OF THE CLOSET DARK WORLD

The Closet Dark World is by far the strangest Dark World we've come across so far. It's almost like an anomaly. The last two Dark Worlds we've visited all share similar patterns, but the Closet Dark World just doesn't follow any of that.

Let's go through it.

This is our starting point: The Cliffs — a section of the Closet Dark World where we find ourselves after falling asleep. The walls here don't look like any school closet I've ever seen... they look more like a moldy old cellar.

How does this compare to the other dark worlds we've visited? Well, let's take a look at the unused classroom first:

As soon as you step through the door on the left, the classroom comes into view, like a time capsule frozen in a bygone era. The purple mat on the floor alternates with scattered red building blocks and playing cards, a vivid clash of colors that speaks to the playful energy that once filled the room.

But now, the only remnant of that energy is a forgotten plush toy lying abandoned against the wall, its once-soft fur now matted with dust and neglect. It's a poignant reminder of the children who once played here, now grown and gone, leaving behind only a memory.

As you move further east, your eyes fall upon a red-and-black checkerboard, its surface covered in a jumble of chess pieces and checkers. Up north, a completed puzzle. And in the farthest corner, a large cabinet looms, its shelves crammed with cards of every variety.

The layout of the Card Kingdom largely follows this.

When you enter through the Great Door to the west, you traverse a vast field with purple winding paths dotted with crimson trees that occasionally have candy hanging from them. As you make your way north, you meet Seam, a shrewd merchant with a twinkle in his eye and a wealth of information about the Card Kingdom. In the Light World, the abandoned classroom is watched over by this same forgotten plush toy, the sole witness to the passage of time.

After crossing the Great Board and wandering through the forest, you find yourself standing in front of the imposing Card Castle, guarded by upgraded versions of all the card Darkners you've fought in the past.

...

So we see how the abandoned classroom became the Card Kingdom. Now, let's do the same by looking at the next room a Dark Fountain was created inside: the Computer Lab.

As you step into the Computer Lab, you're greeted by a sea of UFO-green carpeting. The walls are a muted tan, plastered with diagrams of computers and colorful graphs that illustrate complex data sets. In the corner of the room, a bold poster advertises an upcoming festival in Hometown.

The desks that populate the room are made of what appears to be polished pine wood, each one holding a computer. There's a state-of-the-art laptop in the center of it all. All of the machines are connected through a tangle of cords and wires that snake their way back to a power strip, plugged firmly into the wall.

As you step into the Cyber Field, the winding paths of green and gray stretch out before you, with Darkners in the form of computer tasks and viruses scuttling about. The steep jumps and slides are reminiscent of the furniture you have to climb to get to the computers.

The roller coaster you take to get to the Cyber City is clearly inspired by the surge protector that all the computers are plugged into. The Cyber City itself is modeled after a keyboard, with alleyways and roads representing the gaps in between keys. It is here that you meet the various mouse-based Darkners as well as pop-ups.

It's clear that many creative liberties have been taken in designing the Cyber World, while still staying grounded in reality. By grounding the world in something recognizable, it ensures that the Dark World doesn't become formless and lose its essence.

With all that in mind, what's so special about the Closet Dark World, anyways?

Well, everything.

Let's look at the Cliffs first:

I've seen supply closets before, and none of them have had blueish-purple walls and jet-gray flooring. And putting aside the very intricate details about colors, the area is just bizarre. Dry, with cracks and mold everywhere. There are strange eye shapes carved into the walls that look like the eyes of the Titans as described by Ralsei about the Roaring, and occasionally, there is some kind of black liquid pouring out from these cracks.

Just like in the Cyber World, there are steep jumps and slides, as well as puzzles with cryptic text like "In this land, only eyes blinded by darkness can see the light..."

This takes on a completely new meaning when we consider the ramifications of the existence of the Depths, almost foreshadowing that idea the party will visit in the future.

The other part of the Closet Dark World is the Castle Town:

The Castle Town is fine, nothing too out of the ordinary for it. Of course, Ralsei knows enough about the characters' personal lives to be able to base Kris's new room on the room that actually exists in the real world:

... even going as far as making the trophies on Asriel's side of the room magically belong to Kris, which is just so god damn bizarre because it implies that Ralsei knows about Kris's envy/inferiority complex toward Asriel, who they constantly live in the shadow of.

The same issues arise for Susie's room, but of course we don't know what it actually looks like in the real world, so a direct comparison unfortunately can't be made, however, I will say that Ralsei knows enough about Susie to realize that she is malnourished. But that conclusion can be made just by playing the Chapter 1 Dark World segment and realizing how hungry she is all the time.

However, this entire thing warrants... discussion.

PART III.V: WHAT THE HELL IS THE DEAL WITH RALSEI?

Right off the bat, Ralsei knows things that he just shouldn't know, such as the names of Kris and Susie, before they've even introduced themselves:

How is that possible, anyway? It's understandable that Darkners can immediately recognize Lightners (and as suggested by Spamton, the thing that distinguishes them could be the soul Lightners have), but clearly not their names. It just doesn't work out.

... and this isn't a fluke either. Look at the Prophecy itself for just a moment, just, LOOK AT IT:

These three heroes are BLATANTLY Kris, Susie, and Ralsei. There's no conceivable way that he could know the identities of the two Lightners that will randomly enter a closet on a Thursday morning before it actually happens. It's just not possible.

... And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Ralsei knows about SAVEing - a concept that isn't even noticeable to anyone in Deltarune.

In Undertale, saving and reloading a file is basically just time travel - going back in time to correct a past event and try again. Several characters can tell if you've reloaded a save, and they get a feeling of deja vu when that happens.

But in Deltarune, that doesn't happen.

Why? Because in Chapter 1, we get to see what really happens when you use the save menu:

Look at the way the text is written. All capitals.

So it's clear that the person really doing all of this is... Gaster. Cool. Very cool.

But aside from that, we are given three save files - three timelines, and when a file is overwritten or deleted, that timeline is destroyed. That's what is happening. It's not anything like a time loop or time travel, so there's no conceivable way that Ralsei could know any of this...

Or about the festival...

Or about THE FUCKING PLAYER, FOR THAT MATTER.

How... how the FUCK? How does Ralsei even know about the Player? Okay, you can make the case that Ralsei likes the Player or Kris or whatever, I mean it's commonly accepted knowledge that Ralsei knows about the player, but like...

How?

...

Discarding the possibility that Ralsei is an all-seeing-eye of the game, there is really only one way that Ralsei could have the knowledge that he possesses — because there is only one character in all of Deltarune that shares it.

Gaster.

Let's knock away the obvious one first: in the 'DEVICE_GONERMAKER' sequence, we directly give our name to Gaster - meaning that the only person who even has the capability of knowing our name is Gaster. So Ralsei knowing the name of the player is straightforward: it was revealed to him by Gaster.

It goes without saying that Ralsei isn't the only Darkner that has been contacted by Gaster in the past. Jevil and Spamton have been as well:

And the 'forbidden knowledge' that he gave Spamton and Jevil drove them insane.

So... what is it that Gaster revealed to them about the world?

Well... I believe I know the answer, and it has to do with what these darkners did with this knowledge.

So, to begin, what did Jevil do? Right, he went insane. He began to view the world as nothing more than a game, a game where you never face consequences for your actions. A game where you can do anything! A game where you can fight everyone.

And Spamton? He became desperate. After the phone calls stopped coming, he lost his magic and his corporate empire crumbled.

Over time, he became insane, speaking like a madman, and then, upon finding Kris, the very first thing he tries to do is STEAL THEIR SOUL.

An odd callback to Undertale, but why does he do that?

Well, it's simple. Ralsei lays it out for us at the very beginning of the game:

Our SOUL holds the fate of the world inside it. In other words, possessing it could lead someone to believe that their choices matter, in a world where you can't choose who you are.

That only means that the straw that broke the camel's back for these Darkners is the revelation about choice - that it doesn't matter because fate is controlled in the Dark World by the will of the fountain, which comes from the Knight upon creating the Fountain.

Mirroring this:

The Second Voice - the voice that discards the Vessel and tells you that no one can choose they are in this world... that voice belongs to the Knight.

The Knight is the second voice — and in this world, their world...

Your choices don't matter. They never have, and they never will. And I think that's why Snowgrave exists - because by abusing Noelle's IceShock, we are able to completely derail the narrative of the game, have Spamton temporarily become a big shot despite fate itself denying it, have Rouxls Kaard turn to stone earlier than he does in a normal run, and more - kill everyone.

Maybe that's why a player would choose to go through this route.

What's interesting is that each S.Boss's reaction to this knowledge is a representation of a stage of grief. Jevil embraces the revelation with open arms, realizing that he can do anything if your choices don't mean anything, while Spamton viciously fights back against the will of the fountain.

Jevil represents Acceptance, while Spamton represents Bargaining.

So, what does Ralsei represent?

Denial.

Ralsei actively believes that your choices matter - in fact, he desperately tries to make it so our choices matter more than anyone else's choices out of sheer spite, which shows that he knows the truth, but doesn't want to believe it just because of how horrible of a truth it is.

Denial is the first stage of grief. Acceptance is the last. It is important to realize that trauma can last for an extremely long time, and in some cases, never be resolved at all. One of Chapter 2's focuses is Ralsei trying to figure out his own identity, which is actually very interesting, because the Castle Town itself is... barren, and empty by the start of Chapter 1. When the Darkners from the Card Kingdom are brought to the closet, the Castle Town transforms. New buildings completely replace the old ones.

If we go with the idea that Ralsei is an extension of the Castle Town, or vice versa, or something like that, this is very interesting because it means that whatever identity Ralsei had before the start of Chapter 1 is something that he actively hates and wants to replace with something new.

The Castle Town is barren, the shops empty. In short, Ralsei doesn't think he's good enough...

I think Ralsei might have depression. How many characters is that? Three? Kris, Spamton, Ralsei? Oh, and you can't forget Noelle.

... I'm starting to notice a pattern here - which is that the lives of all these characters suck. It's blatantly obvious that all of them suffer from a form of depression, so when Ralsei does reach the next stage of grief... uh...

I guess he's welcome to the party!

Anyway, we now know the source of Ralsei's knowledge: Gaster. Gaster contacted Ralsei in some way, providing him with forbidden knowledge, including the Prophecy (which is spelled out on deltarune.com back in 2016):

And compared to the other Darkners, Ralsei seems to be taking all of this information very well.... for now.

Cool, very cool. Except... not really.

Let's have a look at the Castle Town again.

Those torches... we've seen them before, right?

Wasn't it Gaster that contacted Jevil?

... wait.

It looks like this area right here is an extension of the Castle Town, despite it being the stairway that leads to Jevil's cell.

What's the deal with that?

And while we're at it, what's the deal with the rest of the Closet Dark World? The cliffs shares a similar vibe to this place, along with...

This place.

Now, tell me. Do these locations remind you of any specific places in Undertale?

Of course they do.

The one thing that ties all these locations together is that they are the places of dwelling for darkners that have been given forbidden knowledge by Gaster.

... but it has to be more than that, since these locations have commonalities, most notably with the Castle Town and Jevil's basement.

Jevil's basement area looks like it was ripped straight from the Castle Town… almost like it's separate from the dark world, almost as if it was created by somebody else.

Remember when I said that it seemed that the S.Bosses were fighting against the very nature of the Dark World they lived in?

That... shouldn't be possible. Recall this:

The Darkners are meant to reflect the will of the Dark Fountain. Anything else just... turns to stone, yet the deal with Spamton and Jevil is... strange - because it's a clear contradiction here to this very rule. Well, maybe...

Maybe it isn't.

I'd like to ask you a question: using the idea that the will of the fountain originally comes from the will of the Dark Fountain's creator, what would happen if two people made a Dark Fountain at the same time?

To be more specific, say that the two individuals have opposing agendas. What would happen?

Well, logically speaking, they'd cancel each other out. Whatever is representative of each person's will would end up fighting until one side would come out victorious, that's just how it is.

... and what happens with the Secret Bosses?

It's like they're fighting against the very nature of the Dark World itself. The areas that they are in, they all share commonalities, as though they were created separately from the rest of the Dark World, and by a different person...

Almost like the Knight's dark fountains are being corrupted by a force deep down, in which a specific Darkner is chosen to be given forbidden knowledge.

... so Gaster is in reality just messing with the Dark Fountains that the Knight is making. So how do we explain the strangeness of the Castle Town?

Well, simple. Gaster created the Castle Town... which actually makes sense, since it's a Pure Dark Fountain. Any Darkner from any Dark World can live there, and Gaster, with the knowledge about Darkness that he's implied to have, is probably one of the few candidates that are even capable of making one.

... but what does it mean to be 'pure?'

PART III.V.V: DEEPER, YET DEEPER.

The Closet Dark World is the only Dark World whose fountain seems to be... below the room the fountain appears to be inside.

The room eventually caves in, collapsing and sending Kris and Susie into the Cliffs.

And in the cliffs, you start to hear the song 'ocean.ogg' before suddenly waking up and hearing some ominous music.

That isn't how Dark Worlds work. The Dark World is a room filled with Darkness. I mean, we see Kris make a fountain themselves:

The room doesn't collapse or anything, it just fills up with Darkness, transforming it into a Dark World.

Wait...

What if the Closet Dark World is 'beneath' the closet? What if it is 'deeper' than the other Dark Worlds (since it takes longer to fall into)>

What if the Closet Dark World is literally inside the Depths?

That's right- the Dark World in this case is BACKWARDS - surrounded by something akin to the barrier between light and dark. If you want a real life comparison, think of a submarine.

It’s pure in a way the other fountains aren't - the darkness is completely pure without much exposure to the Light World.

That's why the fountain is a Pure Dark Fountain.

This would make the Great Door a door that could connect to any Dark World. If the Castle Town is in the Depths, it could easily move around the Depths, or ‘connect’ to a certain point in the Light World, allowing the Castle Town’s entrance/exit to be virtually anywhere.

This explains how Ralsei is able to travel from the Castle Town to the Cyber World. The Castle Town simply ’ moved over.’

And it also explains the conundrum about how the Castle Town needs to have been created recently, otherwise it would have been discovered earlier, despite Ralsei saying the Castle Town was around for millennia.

It simply wasn't always in the closet. It only moved there when it needed to - a.k.a when Kris and Susie both went to the closet.

This sounds crazy, most likely, but it's the best way to rectify this situation right here. It also explains... something else.

[LINK TO PART IV TO BE POSTED LATER]

[saleinthecity]

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[mouselint]

I started an archive of my upcoming capsule collection it's top secret I always fall on telling people what I'm planning to do so this time the only person that actually knows a little bit more of the concept is my boyfriend. He has been my sort of manager for my brand and is a very good salesman. He always helps me with the fairs and events he is always by my side and asks for nothing in return he is a good man.

He has been in the hospital for about 20 days now and counting, every day since he had a stroke I go and sit there in that white room, I have to wear a blue plastic apron gloves and a mask and we talk hours and hours untill visiting time is over.

We watch the tv that has some static I watch the medicine drip from the IV I watch him being bored and getting more skinny. I have turned into some kind of nurse but I enjoy it a little bit, it makes me feel good to help him but I also get very sad sometimes I feel like I've aged 20 years and so has his heart. Hopefully he will be out in 5 days or so, at least that is what they told him.

I'm so exited to keep imagining my collection I've always wanted this I suck at sewing by machine and I've always preferred sewing by hand but I think I have to think more practical if I want to live off this. I will fix my machine, I already have some crocheted and learning knitting, I have silver jewelry pieces and other accesories I just need to polish my pattern making and seewing skills. I'm doing my best to make this work.

Also A. F. Vandevorst Has been a major inspiration these days I can't stop watching the 1999 ss collection and one of the songs I used to play all the time back in school , the apocalyptica one.

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A capsule filler machine is always used for filling the bulks of capsules. The capsule filling machine automatically ejects the capsule which is filled and locked in the machines. Automatic Capsule filling machine automatically fills the capsule by the dry forms of powders. Automatic Capsule Filler Machine is suitable for filling powder/pellets in hard gelatin capsules. It adopts indexing motion and multi-position tamping method to complete capsule orientation, separation, filling, closing and ejection etc - pill pressing machine.  

The machine is designed by standards. All product contact parts are made of Stainless Steel machine is covered by Stainless Steel. The advantages of the machine are advanced design, study structure, precise dosing, and safe and reliability, high filling rate, etc. Machines have wide usage in R&D laboratories, Research Institutions, Herbal & Nutraceutical preparations, Unani & Ayurvedic medicines, Pilot batch productions, etc. After starting up the machine, the empty capsules in hopper will be fed into the slot of magazine vertically. With each stroke of machine, the fingers of magazine will release one row of capsules into rectifier raceway. The horizontal fingers rectify the direction of capsules and vertical fingers push the capsules into hole of segment with all caps on the up position. The capsules in the holes are sent to each working station along with the intermittent rotation of the turn table - seal machine for food.

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A Glimpse Behind the Red Visor

Teen Tech & Heroes, Issue #24

By Sarah Summers, Teen Tech Correspondent

Imagine a world where heroes don't wear capes but red body armor, and their smiles are hidden behind visors. In this world, Tactical Paramedic MA35X is one of those silent saviors, a young hero working tirelessly to keep us safe. We had the chance to accompany him for a day.

The Early Morning Routine

The day for MA35X begins long before the sun graces the horizon. Rising from a sleeping capsule with the precision of a well-oiled machine, they step into a world where every moment counts.

One of the first tasks involves ensuring is that their chastity gear is secure. For Tactical Paramedics like MA35X, control over every aspect of their lives is essential, even down to their most personal choices.

MA35X: First thing, we climb out of our sleeping capsules, still a bit groggy. You get used to those cozy coffins, I mean capsules, after a while. Then comes the delightful part - checking the chastity gear. We've got a buddy system for that. It's all about trust and camaraderie. A fellow paramedic helps ensure everything's locked up tight, so to speak. I've come to appreciate the discipline it brings.

Physical Prowess

Next comes the morning physical training, a grueling session designed to keep their bodies in peak condition. Tactical Paramedics need to be strong and agile, ready to respond to any emergency. It's a regimen that forges both physical and mental fortitude.

Trainer: (with a sardonic grin) MA35X, your body's like a well-oiled machine, Just remember, even the most finely tuned machines need a little maintenance.

Cleanliness and Precision

As they enter the prep area, they both grab their shaving kits and get down to business. Precision is key, and they've had plenty of practice. With the hum of electric razors and the careful application of foam, their bodies soon gleam hairless, like polished warriors.

Their camaraderie and dedication to their roles are evident in every move. Hairless bodies aren't just for aesthetics; they help streamline their movements and ensure their armor fits like a second skin.

Reporter: I noticed you don't seem to mind that I'm here while you're getting ready. Isn't that a bit… invasive? MA35X: Not at all, ma'am. Transparency is crucial in our line of work. We're used to being watched, especially during training. It helps us learn and improve.

TP19R: (nods) Absolutely, MA35X. A clean slate for a new day of duty.

The Iconic Red Armor

Once their body is prepared, it's time to suit up. The red tactical gear is more than just a uniform; it's a symbol of readiness and a commitment to duty. The armor is a complex fusion of protection and technology, tailored to fit each paramedic like a second skin. The armor, a blend of protection and technology, hugs every contour of MA35X's body. It's a symbol of dedication, a reminder that they're always ready to respond to emergencies.

MA35X: (adjusting his armor) You know, when I first started this gig, I thought wearing this tactical armor would be a pain, but now, I can't imagine it any other way. It's like a second skin, Ma'am. Reporter: (curious) Really? It doesn't look comfy at all. MA35X: (smiles) Well, appearances can be deceiving. This armor is designed to be snug and secure. It moves with me, almost like an extension of my own body. And the way it distributes the weight of the gear is just... efficient.

Their helmets are a marvel of augmented reality, with heads-up displays that provide vital patient information, communication with the command center, and even live video feeds from drones above.

The Breakfast of Heroes

No morning would be complete without a hearty breakfast. High-energy rations fuel them for the strenuous tasks ahead. It's a meal eaten with focus, every bite a reminder of their dedication to service.

MA35X: (smirking) Well, you know how it is. Strict control over what we eat, when we eat it. Keeps us in tip-top shape.

Strategic Planning

Finally, there's the briefing. Tactical Paramedics gather to review the day's assignments, discussing potential scenarios and how to respond. It's a time to sharpen their minds and ensure they're prepared for whatever challenges they may face.

As MA35X takes us through this daily ritual, it's clear that being a Tactical Paramedic is more than a job; it's a way of life. It requires unwavering discipline, physical prowess, and a readiness to face the unknown. The red armor they wear may hide their identity, but it reveals their unwavering commitment to keeping our world safe.

Tactical Paramedic MA35X and their fellow heroes may work in the shadows, but their impact shines brightly in our lives, reminding us that heroes exist among us, ready to protect and serve.

Training Beyond Ordinary

Becoming a tactical paramedic is no walk in the park. MA35X went through rigorous training that included everything from mastering advanced medical techniques to self-defense drills. But the most challenging part? Learning to stay calm under pressure.

Reporter: How did you end up as a Tactical Paramedic? MA35X: Ah, ma'am, it was a path that found me. After my basic training, they saw potential in my performance and recommended this specialization.

A Rare Glimpse Beneath the Visor

MA35X: (with determination) Time to gear up and lock down, Ma'am. MA35X reaches for his helmet, which rests nearby. He carefully places it on his head, securing it with practiced ease. The helmet seals with a soft hiss, locking into place. His face is now obscured by the reflective visor.

Reporter: (intrigued) Why do you always wear your helmet, even during interviews? MA35X: (matter-of-factly) It's a part of the job, Ma'am. We're trained to be ready for any situation at a moment's notice. The helmet not only protects me from potential threats but also keeps me connected to our network. It's got a heads-up display that provides vital information, and I can communicate with my team and HQ through it.

While the red body armor may hide their identity, it doesn't conceal the compassion that lies beneath. MA35X recounts a touching story of helping a scared child during a chaotic accident scene, using their calm demeanor and kind words to ease the child's fear.

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Tablet Coaters: How They Work and Why They're Essential for Pharmaceutical Manufacturing

Tablet Coater

Tablet coating is the process of application of a coating to the surface of tablets or capsules to improve their appearance, taste, texture, and stability. A tablet coater is a specialized machine used for the process of tablet coating. The coating material can be a polymer, a sugar-based material, cellulose-based material, or a mixture, depending on the specific needs of the drug. 

Tablet coating protects the drug from atmospheric degradation and ensures the controlled release of the drug in the human body. Tablet coating extends the shelf life of the tablet and protects it from environmental contamination. The coating improves the barrier properties of the tablet, making it more stable, and less susceptible to humidity-related decomposition. A tablet coater is essential in the pharmaceutical industry because it also improves the tablet’s or capsule’s appearance and taste. The tablet coater ensures that the final product is of uniform quality and that the process is cost-effective. 

A tablet coater works by applying a thin film of coating material to tablets or capsules. The coating material can be a polymer, sugar, or cellulose-based substance.

The process of coating tablets involves loading, spraying, drying, and polishing. First, the tablets or capsules are loaded into the coating machine, which can be a drum or pan. Then the coating material is sprayed onto the tablets or capsules by the spray nozzles as they rotate in the drum or pan. After the coating material has been applied, the tablets or capsules are dried. The tablets or capsules are dried with the help of a rapid dryer or a fluid bed processor. The drying process is essential to ensure that the coating material adheres to the tablet surface and is fully cured. Finally, the tablets or capsules may be polished to remove any rough edges or excess coating material. This can be done using a special polishing machine or by tumbling the tablets in a polishing drum.

Several different types of tablet coaters available, including conventional pan coaters, perforated pan coaters, fluidized bed coaters, and continuous coaters. Conventional pan coaters are the most commonly used type of tablet coater and are suitable for coating small batches of tablets or capsules. These coaters are simple in construstion. They consist of a rotating drum or pan that holds the tablets or capsules and a spray nozzle to apply the coating material. The R&D tablet coater supplied by VJ Instruments is equipped to handle smaller trial batches of tablets and granules. It is a conventional pan coater designed to fulfill specific needs with the help of a unique array of smaller coating pan sizes of 4” and 6”. The small pan sizes ensure that the quantity of the batch never exceeds the requirement. The Pharma R&D tablet coater machine has an elegant exterior fabricated of SS 304 box with a coating pan supported in a tangential position of 35° to 45°. More information about the tablet coater and other specifications is available onlineon the vjinstruments.com website.

 Sugar coating & film coating

In pharmaceutical production, sugar coating & film coating is used to modify the appearance, taste, and texture of tablets or capsules. Sugar coating & film coating is used to mask the unpleasant taste or odor of the drug, as well as to protect it from moisture, light, and air. Sugar coating & film coating techniques involve the application of a thin layer of coating material onto the surface of the tablet or capsule. 

Film coating is a process wherein a thin layer of polymer material is applied onto the surface of the tablet or capsule. The polymer material can be either water-soluble or water-insoluble, depending on the desired properties of the final product. Water-soluble polymers such as hydroxypropyl methylcellulose (HPMC) and polyvinyl alcohol (PVA) allow for rapid drug release. Water-insoluble polymers such as ethyl cellulose and acrylic resins are used for sustained-release formulations. 

On the other hand, sugar coating is a traditional coating technique that involves the application of several layers of sucrose-based syrup onto the tablet or capsule. The process of sugar coating is more time-consuming and labor-intensive compared to film coating, but it provides a smooth and glossy finish that is visually appealing to patients. However, sugar-coated tablets may take longer to dissolve in the stomach, which can affect the drug's bioavailability.

 Rapid dryer

A rapid dryer, also known as a fluid bed dryer, is widely used in the pharmaceutical industry to dry granules, powders, and pellets. The rapid dryer uses a fluid bed of air to suspend and agitate the product, allowing for efficient and uniform drying. The rapid dryer is often used for drying drugs, powders, granules, tablets, and other items in the pharmaceutical industry. A rapid dryer is commonly used in the pharmaceutical industry because of its ability to dry a wide variety of products quickly and evenly. Additionally, the equipment is easy to use, easy to clean, compact, and reliable. The clean and sterile environment provided by the rapid dryer ensures that the products are safe to use. The rapid dryer also reduces the time and resources needed to complete the drying process. Rapid dryers have been used for decades to ensure the maximum quality and efficiency of the drying process. VJ Instruments' universal rapid dryer is used in quality control, sample preparation, and R&D departments. It permits the gentle drying of pharmaceutical bulk materials without localized overheating. Suitable materials can be coarse, fine, crystalline, fibrous, or leafy. 

VJ Instruments supplies R&D equipment, behavior instruments, and mazes for animal studies, transdermal machines, and Pre Clinical instruments. They supply a range of world-class products that comply with quality standards at competitive prices. Most of all, VJ Instruments is operated by a team of professionals who have a vast experience in the Pharma industry and understand its specific requirements. Visit the vjinstruments.com website for more information on the R&D tablet coater and universal rapid dryer.