#cause there’s new research suggesting both boys survived the tower

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I don’t have a theory per se yet, but I am stewing on the connection between the Tower Princes (Gideon and Ianthe) and the Prrinces in the Tower — the sons and heirs of King Edward IV, Edward V and his younger brother Prince Richard of Shrewsbury, Duke of York — they were locked in the Tower of London by their uncle (who was rumored and theorized to have murdered them) and who then took the throne himself as Richard III

[filthfichunter]

The time of Witchers ended, but the Witchers didn't. Instead of killing the Witchers, the mages took them to use. to be milked for their cum and breastmilk to make potions and such, and be incubators, ass and magicked cunts, for their experiments and rare monsters. They learned the secret to changing Witchers and make as many as they need, the younger the better, because it gives more time for breeding them. They get used by anything and everything. stuffed full all the time and never free

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Well Anon, I kinda just took the inspiration from your original prompt, and then as I tend to, got stuck in the "Explore How This Works" fussing around.

A DeadDoveDoNotEat exploration of the trials and training of Witcher trainees. What actually does happen to those that fail? #WhatHappensDuringTheTrialsStaysInTheTrials

The Brotherhood of Sorcerers setting up Witcher's training and creation to cultivate resilient fuck pets.

Seriously DeadDoveDoNotEat here.

More tiny vignettes based around the prompt. Sorry Anon, I'm apparently incapable of doing a short succinct fill without getting sucked into the larger "What If" spit balling.

*Geralt and Eskel aren't given an age here, but the fate of younger witcher trainees is explored, so I'm marking this underage but there actually isn't any graphic underage smut here, just magic users acting badly.

Content Warnings: Gangbang Not Safe Sane and Consensual Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con Trauma Object Penetration Dildos Fucking Machines Come Inflation Object Insertion Underage* - Grooming Anal Fisting Rimming Evil Plans

--- The True Fate of Failed Witcher Initiates ---

Less than one in ten boys that started their training to become a Witcher in the Wolf School at Kaer Morhen reached their last trial.

Geralt's school had always had one of the better survival rates, down mostly to the care and teaching from older Witcher instructors. If you survived your maiming and made it home alive you helped teach the next generation to avoid your mistakes.

Of those that did make it to the last trial before becoming a fully trained Witcher, it's was an even coin toss on their longer term survival rate. If they survived their last infusion of mutagens and chaos magic from the sorcerers, and lived through their first year on the Path most Witchers were likely to continue to survive baring the accidents and fatalities intrinsically tied to the vocation of course.

The Brotherhood of Sorcerers had use for Witcher's and were careful in how they grew each successive generation. Manipulating their concoctions and methods between each batch of initiates.

For all of the copius research notes that most of the sorcerers and magic users kept, it was still unknown who that first mage had been, or why they had decided to create a creature like a Witcher.

There were plenty of initiates across all of the various schools - the levels of attrition never really impacted the scale and scope of the Witchering work needing to be done compared to the trained workforce carrying out that work.

It wouldn't do to flood the market with too many new graduates when new jobs had statistically been on the down turn since the time of the great confluence.

If every Child Suprise, bartered third son, orphan or runaway that made it through the doors of the mountain keep of Kaer Morhen had been successful there would be too many of their mutant ilk, and the continent would be over run with too many Witchers and not enough work to keep them all employed and occupied not causing trouble for their betters.

The mages made certain to keep the numbers balanced.

It was no tragic circumstance that accounted for the total number of failed initiates. It wasn't just a cruel trick of fate that saw most of the number of boys thinned out early on in their training. It was down to the appetites of the mages in charge of creating new Witchers.

The more beautiful or submissive or sweet a boy, the more likely they would 'die' at their trial, or if the sorcerer was particularly horny it was likely their favorite would 'die' during a freak training accident.

No one ever saw the boys who didn't return from their trials or from the special healing rooms of the magic users who rotated through the Witcher schools.

They all heard the screams, could scent the distress and pain, but the one mercy the magic users gave to the Witchers was dealing with their failed boys.

There was no graveyard in Kaer Morhen.

The 'dead' were wisked away through portals to workshops and towers. The remains studied and used to tweak and feed the mutegens used on the next batch, the next trial, the next boy. At least that's what everyone thought.

The training even before the first trial made the boys lithe, strong and flexible. The physical drills and magical practice left them open to suggestion, helped along by a regiment of potions and tinctures.

The Brotherhood of Sorcerers helped raise a delectable and hardy stock of fuck pets.

It was a fun gig 'helping out' at a training school. If you were frequently involved in cultivating the new herd you had your pick of the boys. Most magic users had a predilection for sadomasochism and used their toys roughly. Centuries of sexual exploration of their appetites, boredom and unchecked magical power a dangerous combination.

The genius that thought to grow a cabal of fuck toys that could also help police the failed experiments and monsters that the Brotherhood's other experiments often created was a bonus.

Less work dealing with irate townspeople, more time on pleasure projects.

Stregobor was a prime example. He was known to have at least two nubile little Witcherlings in stasis if not actively being used in each of his tower strong holds at any given time. The boys would see to his pleasure, help in his experiments and rituals and then when they grew too damaged or boring he would trade them out for a new set. He'd almost single handedly depopulated the Cat School because of his appetite for little cat boys and disregard for the numbers needed to maintain the population.

The Cat School was considered particularly unhinged by the other school's of Witchers, another PR win by the sorcerers, it would not do for their pets to be too friendly with one another and start comparing notes.

Better they doubt one another and remain weary.

Anytime the secret got close to being figured out the Brotherhood would agree to cull the majority of the herd and start again if enough of them were still interested in heading up the Witcher sub committee or needed vessels for other projects.

Witcher Trials and Training:

Geralt and Eskel were the only two left in their age group when they were taken for special training in advance of their trials. If they did well, they might even receive extra instruction.

No one talked about their training sessions with the sorcerers. Or when asked couldn't share what their experience had been, unwilling or unable to recall what trials or training they had undergone.

Both had prepared in advance for the week they would spend in testing, by eating well doubling up on their stretches and conditioning.

When they both were returned everyone was too happy to see them alive to ask questions.

The physical proof of their hardships was evident to all, Geralt's hair gone white and Eskel with a limp that would take weeks of long soaks in the hotsprings and regular stretching, balm and massage to remedy.

There are only half memories and impressions they remember. More sensation and pressure, everything hazy and seemingly impossible.

Things they whisper to each other in their shared quarters, unsure if what they remember was reality or a shared fever dream brought about from their shared experience and love for one another.

Things they'll not discuss years later across campfires and in rooms at inns.

Experiences hard carved into their psyches, Eskel more reckless, Geralt more quiet and terse. Both prone to insomnia and short tempers.

They scrabble confidently together down over the back of the mountain keep toward a portal that will take them to a training evaluation and then, if they are lucky/unlucky a final trial together.

They'll be gone a week, or forever.

The long arms of the fucking machine engaged them both- halfway between where Geral and Eskel were both strapped down on breeding benches, limbs bound and their tits, asses and cocks made accessible.

The thrusting was constant and fast, cum churning up in their bellies, the large ballons wisk attachment similar to something found in bakeries- buried deeply in their guts, battering their insides, bashing their swollen prostates with each revolution.

Groans and cries over shadowed by a mechanical grinding of the machine, and the squelching sound as more and more fluid was introduced through the hollow handle of the device down into their bellies.

A robed figure came to periodically to check on them. Pulled the wide open balloon part of the wisk part way out. It's widest point would strain their assholes open obscenely wide, the chasma of their pink inside on display as more cum and icy cold potions were funneled into their depths.

Expanding and solidifying into an important alchemical agent.

Overfull and over stimulated holding on to one another pressed bloated belly to bloated belly sobbing as they tried to expell the contents packed so tightly in their bodies.

Desperate for one another after such a long session strapped down to their individual benches, so close to one another but unable to touch each other for reassurance as the volume inside them increased and their throats gave out dehydrated and unable to offer encouragement to each other.

Geralt chapped lips sealed around Eskel's ass hole frantically lapping and sucking racing to save his best friend, his brother from the rising toxicity of the solution still stuck inside.

The previously tightly furled hole, (something they would tap shyly on when exchanging blow jobs and hand jobs in their shared quarters) was swollen so much no wrinkles remained.

It was tighter than ever before, raw from frictions and stimulation. Acting as a barrier, keeping the massive solution retained behind, poisoning Eskel.

A crescendoing cascade of noise: squealing from Eskel, and slurping from Geralt who had to work frantically sucking the last of the solution out, spitting globs of thick mixture into the catchment bucket before diving face first back between the other boys cheeks.

Both their veins getting darker and darker as the toxicity spread.

Elbow deep in Eskel, drawing the last of it out, his friend's hiccuping cries and the very real throbbing pulse squeezing in time to the beat of Eskel's heart surounding him like a living glove.

The shuddering rhythm assuring him that they were both still alive.

Two pale pairs of buttocks crashing together, sharing a monsterously large double sided dildo.

The Sorcerers in charge of them making gestures and signs, causing the penetration to increase in both breadth and width.

Eskelin a crumpled ball, ass proped on folded slightly sprawled knees, face smashed bloody on the ground from when his arms and consciousness gave out.

Geralt straddled over and above the larger boy, taking more and more of the vibrating phallus deeper into himself- saving his friend more pain, even if he isn't awake to feel it, letting him rest.

The sting of over worked muscles and sweat running over open abrasions, thighs straining as he has to raise and squat down endlessly.

Both of their butt cheeks chaffed, red hot and bruised from the repeated impact and friction of slamming together.

The clapping of their asses accompanying the clapping and rasping sound of those watching stroking their own cocks along at the same pace.

The end of the dildo pulsing and expanding twisted so deep into him he is certain he'll choke on it before the Sorcerers who are watching are satisfied. -

Waking up alone certain that Eskel must be dead, must have failed the trials. -

Going through a second set of trials. -

His hair going white, the only outward sign his body is able to give, the only visible record of the trauma of his second lonely trial.

The relief, both felt at seeing each other again alive. Geralt and Eskel quiet and solem under the eyes of the Brotherhood of Sorcerers. Both thanking them for administering their training and trials. Both turning to travel back up the mountain over the path named Killer back to Kaer Morhen and hopefully to a future where they will now both be on a Path together. -

Whenever they are within each other's orbit they'll always Interlock their fingers grasping tightly, fingers laid against one another's pulse points, just checking to make certain.

Gladthey survived where so many other initiates died and were lost forever.

Not knowing that scores of their number still lived locked under spell and command, still existing in an unending trial.

[starlling-writes]

How to Care for a Dragon

- Fantasy short story - Monster pet - 1500 words - Suitable for everyone, no warnings - Based on this prompt [pictured below] from @write-it-motherfuckers​: Writing Masterlist

I had no idea how to care for a dragon—

Yet I took the little one in. I left him in the bathroom while I grabbed provisions. Food, water, a couple spare towels. The entire time I gathered things, I was looking up how to care for a dragon. It was all overwhelming. I don’t know why I bothered researching so much; I’d only have to look after him until I handed him over to the wildlife preserve once they opened.

Once work hours finally rolled around, I called up the rescue center and got an appointment right away. Thankfully, the dragon was small enough that I could use the carriers I used to take my ferrets to the vet.

I wasn’t obligated to stay as the vet went about a routine check, but I waited. I was worried about the poor baby. The vet later told me that something likely happened that made the dragon’s mother abandon him. At such a young age, hunting was difficult, thus resulting in him rummaging through my trash. Apparently, I caught him just in time too. He had eaten something that was causing an obstruction. A few more days and…

The surgery was going to be pricey but I could afford it. I had been saving up to go back to school, but this was more important. School could wait, if it meant saving a life. When I mentioned the news to friends, I got mixed reactions. Some were supportive and proud of me for being so kindhearted. A few criticized me, saying I was making a mistake for throwing away my future for a feral animal—I started to cut these people out of my life after this revelation.

I agreed to foster the dragon while he recovered from surgery. The vet office needed the space, and it would cut down on my bill. I still had work, but hopefully I could get someone to come over during my work hours to watch over him. I didn’t trust the little dragon to not destroy my home or attack my ferrets, Socks and Dr. Fusby.

As the days passed, I watched his personality burst forth. Despite all my worries, he loved Socks and Fusby, and they loved him too. While I had to keep the ferrets locked up overnight, all three of them pestered me until I let the little noodles out to play and cuddle and nap with their new scaly friend. My phone was now filled with picture and videos of them.

He needed a name still.

 I had no idea how to care for a dragon—

However, the little guy was in no state to be released into the wild. With a damaged wing, he would likely never fly. And given how bad he had done on his own before, the specialist didn’t think he’d survive long if released. I asked to keep him. He was already used to my place and loved my ferrets. It would be a challenge, but I was up for it. I’d make it work.

After much consultation and agreeing to many follow up appointments with both the vet and the wildlife rehabilitator, they gave me the greenlight.

Now that he was officially mine, I felt comfortable giving him a name. Given he was pale green with black speckles, and what he was eating when I found him, I decided to name him Kiwi.

On the way home, I stopped by the pet store and got a brand new collar for Kiwi. I also got him a harness and a couple toys. The cashier was shocked to see a dragon, but quickly called up their coworkers so they could all gush and pet him. Kiwi loved the attention.

Finally home again, Kiwi wanted nothing more than to play with Socks and Fusby. I picked the furry noodles out of their cage and sat down on the floor. While being a jungle-gym for two ferrets and a baby dragon ended me with a lot of scratches and a rat’s nest where my hair used to be, I did manage to get a cute picture of the four of us. A new family photo. I’d have to get it printed and framed soon.

Training a dragon was similar to training a dog. Sort of. He learned the basic repertoire quickly, and more so that obeying my commands got him food. Then, Kiwi started doing them without prompting. He would walk up to me and sit or lie down, which should have been a good thing. But if I didn’t notice him soon enough, he’d started whining; and if I didn’t give him a treat, he’d start wailing and flapping his wings carelessly, knocking things over.

I really hoped this was just a phase he’d grow out of. Soon.

I wasn’t ready for when Kiwi started breathing fire. I became close friends with the fire department. But after the third major fire Kiwi caused, something had to change.

I began looking for a new home, something made of bricks or stone—something less flammable. The only property I found was quite out of the way, but that made it affordable. When I went to the house for a tour, I learned that it was right next to its own little pond with a rocky shore. I could already see Kiwi sunning himself there in the summer; Socks and Dr. Fusby would enjoy being outside in the warm months too.

I bought the house.

Moving was a hassle in every way possible, but it would be worth it in the end. Now Kiwi had plenty of room to run around. And less things to set on fire. Another thing that worked out well was there were plenty of trees for him to claw. He shed his talons like a cat, and the bigger he grew, the faster he destroyed traditional scratching posts.

How quickly this new house became a home.

 I had no idea how to care for a dragon—

So I grew concerned about Kiwi’s size when he rivaled a moose. He could barely fit in the house now—which was a fact he did not seem to realize. I began renovations. I opened the existing house as much as I could, then added a new room all for Kiwi. It might be more appropriate to call it a barn than a room.

As he grew up, I became less worried about him being outside. His manners had improved greatly and he was such a mama’s boy that I was confident he wouldn’t run away. Some days he’d take longer to return when I called him in for dinner or for bed, but he always came home. I decided to remove the outer doors to his room so he could go in and out whenever he liked.

Then he started climbing the house and the trees. I was at a loss at what to do when he refused to come down. It wasn’t like I could call the fire department to help get him—he was too large for anyone to move without his consent. I wouldn’t have minded exactly, except he kept felling the trees. It was a mess. And I worried about him hurting himself.

At a loss for what to do, I called up the wildlife experts who had helped me when I found him. They suggested that Kiwi likely enjoyed the view and missed flying. Of course, how could I have not guessed that? He often ran around flapping his wings. But that was only half of the issue solved. Now I had to figure out what to do about it.

I was relaxing at home, looking for something to watch on TV, when inspiration struck. It was an old movie that gave me the thought: a tower. There was plenty of land around to build a tower big enough to support Kiwi’s growing weight. I could add scaffolds along the outside for him to climb—and stairs for me to climb so I could join him up there.

Time for more construction.

It was a challenge to keep him off the tower as it was being built. I had to chain him up by the pond to keep him away. His cries and whimpers for freedom broke my heart, but it needed to be done. I offered to help lay some of the stones so the construction would go minutely faster. It was exhausting work.

Once the final brick was set, everyone gathered with food and drinks to watch as I unleashed Kiwi. His eyes were glowing with joy, locked onto the top of the tower. The moment he felt the chain go slack, he bounded forward and scaled the tower like a giant cat. When he reached the top, he let out a jubilant roar and burst of flames; he was so proud and happy.

 I had no idea how to care for a dragon—

But letting one into my life and into my heart was the best decision of my life.

— — —

Writing Masterlist

[historybehindassassinscreed]

In Game:

Alexander Graham Bell was a Scottish-born scientist, inventor, engineer, and innovator who was credited with inventing the first practical telephone. He was on friendly terms with Henry Green, who nicknamed him, "Aleck".

In 1868, Green introduced the twin Assassins Jacob and Evie Frye to Bell, who brought to him a broken grappling hook pistol acquired from Rexford Kaylock. Bell modified the mechanism so it could be attached to the Assassin Gauntlet as a rope launcher. In return, Evie volunteered to assist Bell in mending broken fuses atop the Elizabeth Tower for the telegraph line being set up against the Starrick Telegraph Company. While traveling to the Palace of Westminster, she also suggested to Bell that the phonetic telegraph he desired to invent could be renamed as the telephone. After the new fuses were installed, Bell created a formula for smoke bombs to be used by the Assassins. Returning to his workshop, Bell showed Jacob the first messages of his invention and was able to procure a second rope launcher for him.

Much later, Bell installed a dart mechanism in Jacob and Evie's gauntlets, allowing them to fire darts containing a hallucinogenic serum, which would turn into gas form upon contact with heat. The twins further assisted him by recovering cable lines taken by the Blighters in the College Wharf and informed him of a poison shipment from Starrick.

Starrick then offered Bell a huge amount of money to coax him to his side. Bell inadvertently refused; aware of what the Blighters were capable of, he created voltaic bombs, should he use it to stun assailants if the need arose. He offered prototypes and protective insulators to the Frye twins, hoping that they would test it for him to get the right formula. The opportunity came as the infuriated Blighters arrived. As Bell delayed the enemy gang with his talk, the twins tested the voltaic bombs on them.

Together with the twins, they headed to the telegraph station to prevent Starrick from spreading false information to the city and show them the truth regarding the Templars' operations. Bell destroyed three telegraph machines to cripple Starrick's plans.

In Real Life:

Alexander Graham Bell was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, on March 3rd, 1847 to  Professor Alexander Melville Bell, a phonetician Eliza Grace (née Symonds). He had two brothers: Melville James Bell  and Edward Charles Bell, both of whom would die of tuberculosis.

As a child, Bell displayed a natural curiosity about his world, resulting in gathering botanical specimens as well as experimenting even at an early age. He also showed a sensitive nature and a talent for art, poetry, and music that was encouraged by his mother. His best friend was Ben Herdman, a neighbor whose family operated a flour mill, the scene of many forays. Young Bell asked what needed to be done at the mill. He was told wheat had to be dehusked through a laborious process and at the age of 12, Bell built a homemade device that combined rotating paddles with sets of nail brushes, creating a simple dehusking machine that was put into operation and used steadily for a number of years. In return, Ben's father John Herdman gave both boys the run of a small workshop in which to "invent".

As a young child, Bell, like his brothers, received his early schooling at home from his father. At an early age, he was enrolled at the Royal High School, Edinburgh, Scotland, which he left at the age of 15, having completed only the first four forms. His school record was undistinguished, marked by absenteeism and lackluster grades. His main interest remained in the sciences, especially biology.  He attended the University of Edinburgh around age eighteen or nineteen; joining his older brother Melville who had enrolled there the previous year. In 1868, not long before he departed for Canada with his family, Bell completed his matriculation exams and was accepted for admission to University College London.

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It was around this time that he started to experiment with sound, particularly with speech. He helped his father in Visible Speech demonstrations and lectures, which brought Bell to Susanna E. Hull's private school for the deaf in South Kensington, London. His first two pupils were deaf-mute girls who made remarkable progress under his tutelage.

After the death of one of his brothers, the Bell family moved to Canada, where he set up a workshop and continued his experiments with sound and electricity.  He also modified a melodeon (a type of pump organ) so that it could transmit its music electrically over a distance.

Bell's father was invited by Sarah Fuller, principal of the Boston School for Deaf Mutes (which continues today as the public Horace Mann School for the Deaf), in Boston, Massachusetts, United States, to introduce the Visible Speech System by providing training for Fuller's instructors, but he declined the post in favor of his son. Travelling to Boston in April 1871, Bell proved successful in training the school's instructors. He was subsequently asked to repeat the program at the American Asylum for Deaf-mutes in Hartford, Connecticut, and the Clarke School for the Deaf in Northampton, Massachusetts.

Several influential people of the time, including Bell, viewed deafness as something that should be eradicated, and also believed that with resources and effort, they could teach the deaf to speak and avoid the use of sign language, thus enabling their integration within the wider society from which many were often being excluded. Owing to his efforts to suppress the teaching of sign language, Bell is often viewed negatively by those embracing Deaf culture.

Bell became professor of Vocal Physiology and Elocution at the Boston University School of Oratory. During this period, he alternated between Boston and Brantford, spending summers in his Canadian home. At Boston University, Bell was "swept up" by the excitement engendered by the many scientists and inventors residing in the city. He continued his research in sound and endeavored to find a way to transmit musical notes and articulate speech, but although absorbed by his experiments, he found it difficult to devote enough time to experimentation. Deciding to give up his lucrative private Boston practice, Bell retained only two students, six-year-old "Georgie" Sanders, deaf from birth, and 15-year-old Mabel Hubbard.

By 1874, Bell's initial work on the harmonic telegraph had entered a formative stage, with progress made both at his new Boston "laboratory" (a rented facility) and at his family home in Canada a big success. While working that summer in Brantford, Bell experimented with a "phonautograph", a pen-like machine that could draw shapes of sound waves on smoked glass by tracing their vibrations. Bell thought it might be possible to generate undulating electrical currents that corresponded to sound waves.

In 1875, Bell developed an acoustic telegraph and drew up a patent application for it. Since he had agreed to share U.S. profits with his investors Gardiner Hubbard and Thomas Sanders, Bell requested that an associate in Ontario, George Brown, attempt to patent it in Britain, instructing his lawyers to apply for a patent in the U.S. only after they received word from Britain (Britain would issue patents only for discoveries not previously patented elsewhere).

Meanwhile, Elisha Gray was also experimenting with acoustic telegraphy and thought of a way to transmit speech using a water transmitter. On February 14, 1876, Gray filed a caveat with the U.S. Patent Office for a telephone design that used a water transmitter. That same morning, Bell's lawyer filed Bell's application with the patent office. There is considerable debate about who arrived first and Gray later challenged the primacy of Bell's patent. Bell was in Boston on February 14th and did not arrive in Washington until February 26th.

Bell's patent 174,465, was issued to Bell on March 7, 1876, by the U.S. Patent Office. Bell returned to Boston the same day and the next day resumed work, drawing in his notebook a diagram similar to that in Gray's patent caveat.

On March 10th, 1876, three days after his patent was issued, Bell succeeded in getting his telephone to work, using a liquid transmitter similar to Gray's design. Vibration of the diaphragm caused a needle to vibrate in the water, varying the electrical resistance in the circuit.

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Although Bell was, and still is, accused of stealing the telephone from Gray, Bell used Gray's water transmitter design only after Bell's patent had been granted, and only as a proof of concept scientific experiment, to prove to his own satisfaction that intelligible "articulate speech" (Bell's words) could be electrically transmitted. After March 1876, Bell focused on improving the electromagnetic telephone and never used Gray's liquid transmitter in public demonstrations or commercial use.

After the invention of the telephone, Bell also invented the photophone (which he believed to be his greatest achievement), an early version of a metal detector, and made contributions to hydrofoils and aeronautics.

Bell died of complications arising from diabetes on August 2nd, 1922, at his private estate in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, at age 75. He was buried atop Beinn Bhreagh mountain, on his estate where he had resided increasingly for the last 35 years of his life, overlooking Bras d'Or Lake. He was survived by his wife Mabel (his former student), his two daughters, Elsie May and Marian, and nine of his grandchildren.

Sources:

http://www.pbs.org/transistor/album1/addlbios/bellag.html

https://www.biography.com/people/alexander-graham-bell-9205497

https://www.britannica.com/biography/Alexander-Graham-Bell

http://www.history.com/topics/inventions/alexander-graham-bell

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/p/handbook-of-social-justice-in-education-william-ayers/1101520561/2677219688381?st=PLA&sid=BNB_DRS_Marketplace+Shopping+Textbooks_00000000&2sid=Google_&sourceId=PLGoP20452&k_clickid=3x20452

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I thought of this another working day when a pal described looking at a gaggle of eighth-quality boys and girls (amongst them his son) hanging around his condominium playing, but generally looking at Many others play, Fortnite. A single boy was actively playing on a substantial Television set display screen, that has a PlayStation 4 console. Another boys have been on their phones, possibly enjoying or seeing knowledgeable gamer’s Stay stream. And the women were being taking part in or seeing by themselves telephones, or seeking around the shoulders on the boys. One of many women advised my Mate, “It’s enjoyment to see the boys get mad once they drop.” Not a soul claimed Considerably. What patter there was—l’esprit du divan—arrived from the kids’ very little screens, in the shape of the pro gamer’s mordant narration as he vanquished his opponents.

Fortnite, for anybody not a teenager-ager or possibly a mother or father or educator of teenagers, is definitely the 3rd-individual shooter sport that has taken around the hearts and minds—and enough time, each discretionary and or else—of adolescent and collegiate The usa. Launched previous September, it's at this time by numerous steps the preferred movie activity on the planet. Occasionally, there are much more than three million people enjoying it at once. It's been downloaded an approximated sixty million times. (The sport, out there on Laptop, Mac, Xbox, PS4, and cell units, is—crucially—no cost, but numerous gamers shell out For extra, beauty attributes, like costumes known as “skins.”) When it comes to fervor, compulsive behavior, and parental noncomprehension, the Fortnite craze has factors of Beatlemania, the opioid crisis, as well as the ingestion of Tide Pods. Parents communicate of it being an addiction and swap tales of plunging grades and brazen display-time abuse: under the desk at college, at a memorial service, in the lavatory at four A.M. They beg each other for alternatives. A pal despatched me a video clip he’d taken just one afternoon even though seeking to cease his son from actively playing; there was a time when repeatedly contacting 1’s father a fucking asshole might have resulted in big issues in Tomato City. In our house, the massive threat is gamer rehab in South Korea.

Game fads occur and go: Rubik’s Cube, Dungeons & Dragons, Angry Birds, Minecraft, Clash of Clans, Pokémon Go. What persons appear to agree on, whether they’re seasoned gamers or dorky dads, is there’s a little something new rising all over Fortnite, a sort of mass social collecting, open to the A lot wider array of men and women when compared to the online games that arrived prior to. Its relative insufficient wickedness—it appears to be typically free of the misogyny and racism that afflict all kinds of other games and gaming communities—can make it more palatable to a broader viewers, which attraction the two ameliorates and augments its addictive power. (The game, in its basic method, randomly assigns players’ skins, which may be of any gender or race.) Popular anecdotal evidence indicates that ladies are participating in in extensive quantities, both with and without the need of boys. There are, and probably ever shall be, some gamer geeks who gripe at this sort of newcomers, equally as they gripe when there are no newcomers in the slightest degree.

A friend whose thirteen-year-old son is deep down the rabbit hole likened the Fortnite phenomenon for the Pump Household Gang, the crew of ne’er-do-very well teenager surfers in La Jolla whom Tom Wolfe transpired upon while in the early nineteen-sixties. In place of a clubhouse on the Seaside, there’s a virtual world-wide juvenile hall, exactly where Children Assemble, invent an argot, undertake change egos, and shoot each other down. Wolfe’s Pump Home Young ones went on beer-soaked outings they called “destructos,” in which they would, at regional farmers’ behest, demolish abandoned barns. Now it’s Juul-sneaking tiny homebodies demolishing virtual walls and residences with imaginary pickaxes. Children almost everywhere are swinging away at their planet, tearing it down to survive—Inventive destruction, of A sort.

Shall I demonstrate the game? I really need to, I’m afraid, Despite the fact that describing online video game titles is a little bit like recounting desires. A hundred gamers are dropped on to an island—from the flying college bus—and battle each other to the Loss of life. The winner is the final just one standing. (You are able to pair up or kind a squad, way too.) This really is what is meant by Battle Royale. (The initial Model of Fortnite, launched past July, for forty pounds, wasn’t fight towards the Demise; it's the new iteration which includes caught fire.) A storm encroaches, slowly forcing combatants into an ever-shrinking region, where they must kill or be killed. Together the best way, you look for out caches of weapons, armor, and healables, although also collecting building supplies by breaking down existing buildings. Hasty fabrication (of ramps, forts, and towers) is An important element of the sport, which is why it is commonly called a cross concerning Minecraft along with the Hunger Video games—and why aggrieved parents are able to notify them selves that it's constructive.

In advance of a video game starts, you wander all over in the kind of purgatorial bus depot-cum-airfield waiting around until eventually the next hundred have assembled for an airdrop. This can be a Weird put. Players shoot inconsequentially at each other and pull dance moves, like actors strolling aimlessly close to backstage practicing their strains. Then come the airlift plus the drifting descent, through glider, into the battleground, with a gentle whooshing seem which is to your Fortnite addict exactly what the flick of a Bic will be to a smoker. You could land in one of 20-just one regions about the island, Every single by using a cutesy alliterative title, some suggestive of mid-century gay bars: Shifty Shafts, Moisty Mire, Lonely Lodge, Greasy Grove. In patois As well as in temper, the sport manages to be equally dystopian and comic, dark and lightweight. It could be alarming, for those who’re not accustomed to these kinds of matters or are attuned into the information, to listen to your darlings shouting so merrily about head shots and snipes. But there’s no blood or gore. The violence is cartoonish, a minimum of relative to, say, Halo or Grand Theft Vehicle. These kinds of are classified as the consolations.

The island by itself has an air of desertion although not of maximum despair. This apocalypse is rated PG. The abandonment, precipitated through the storm, that has either killed or scattered the majority of the earth’s population, appears to have been the latest and comparatively fast. The grass is lush, the canopy total. The hydrangeas are abloom in Snobby Shores. Properties are unencumbered by kudzu or graffiti and have tidy, sparsely furnished rooms, as though the inhabitants experienced only just fled (or been vaporized). Evidently, Absolutely everyone on the island, in All those prosperous pre-storm instances, shopped in the exact same aisle at Concentrate on. Every time I view a participant enter a bedroom, whether it is in Junk Junction or Loot Lake, I Take note the multicolored blanket folded across the bed. Those people cobalt-blue table lamps: are they available for sale? Maybe at some point they will be.

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A second afterwards, Gizzard Lizard was dead—killed by a grenade. Afterward, he replayed the ending, from numerous vantages, to investigate what experienced gone Improper. To generally be so near to winning and yet appear up limited—it was annoying and tantalizing. Just one hopes to go yet again. The urge is strong. But it was time for my son to complete his research.

I put in a lot more time as A child than I care to recollect looking at other Young ones Participate in movie games. House Invaders, Asteroids, Pac-Guy, Donkey Kong. Ordinarily, my close friends, about my objections, chosen this to participating in ball—or to other common, if considerably less edifying, neighborhood pursuits, which include tearing hood ornaments off parked autos. Each so typically, I played, far too, but I had been a spaz. Insert quarter, match above. At the time gaming moved into dorms and apartments—Nintendo, Sega—I uncovered which i could just leave. But sometimes I didn’t. I admired the feat of divided awareness, the knack that some fellas (and it absolutely was normally fellas) appeared to have for staying alive, both equally in the sport and during the struggle of wits on the couch, as if they were being each participating in a sport and carrying out “SportsCenter” at the same time.

I thought of this one other day when a pal explained seeing a gaggle of eighth-grade boys and girls (between them his son) hanging close to his apartment taking part in, but typically looking at others Enjoy, Fortnite. One boy was participating in on a large Television set screen, with a PlayStation 4 console. One other boys were on their telephones, both taking part in or watching an expert gamer’s live stream. And the women were being participating in or observing on their own phones, or looking above the shoulders of your boys. Among the ladies advised my Pal, “It’s pleasurable to begin to see the boys get mad when they reduce.” No-one claimed Considerably. What patter there was—l’esprit du divan—came from the kids’ minimal screens, in the shape of the pro gamer’s mordant narration as he vanquished his opponents.

Fortnite, for any person not a teenager-ager or perhaps a dad or mum or educator of teenagers, will be the 3rd-individual shooter sport which has taken around the hearts and minds—and the time, equally discretionary and or else—of adolescent and collegiate The us. Unveiled very last September, it is at this moment by numerous actions the most well-liked video clip video game on the globe. Occasionally, there are greater than 3 million persons actively playing it at once. It has been downloaded an estimated sixty million situations. (The game, out there on Personal computer, Mac, Xbox, PS4, and mobile devices, is—crucially—totally free, but several players pay out For added, beauty functions, including costumes often known as “skins.”) Concerning fervor, compulsive habits, and parental noncomprehension, the Fortnite craze has elements of Beatlemania, the opioid disaster, as well as the ingestion of Tide Pods. Mothers and fathers communicate of it being an addiction and swap tales of plunging grades and brazen monitor-time abuse: beneath the desk in school, in a memorial provider, in the lavatory at four A.M. They beg each other for options. A pal despatched me a online video he’d taken 1 afternoon though endeavoring to prevent his son from taking part in; there was a time when repeatedly contacting one’s father a fucking asshole would've resulted in massive problems in Tomato City. In our residence, the big menace is gamer rehab in South Korea.

Activity fads occur and go: Rubik’s Dice, Dungeons & Dragons, Angry Birds, Minecraft, Clash of Clans, Pokémon Go. What folks appear to concur on, whether or not they’re seasoned avid gamers or dorky dads, is the fact there’s a thing new rising around Fortnite, a kind of mass social accumulating, open to a Considerably wider array of people as opposed to games that came just before. Its relative insufficient wickedness—it seems to be largely freed from the misogyny and racism that afflict many other game titles and gaming communities—causes it to be extra palatable to the broader audience, and this attractiveness equally ameliorates and augments its addictive electricity. (The sport, in its simple mode, randomly assigns players’ skins, which may be of any gender or race.) Prevalent anecdotal evidence suggests that ladies are taking part in in broad numbers, both equally with and without having boys. You can find, and doubtless ever shall be, some gamer geeks who gripe at these kinds of newcomers, equally as they gripe when there won't be any newcomers in the least.

A pal whose 13-12 months-outdated son is deep down the rabbit gap likened the Fortnite phenomenon towards the Pump Household Gang, the crew of ne’er-do-well teenager surfers in La Jolla whom Tom Wolfe took place upon while in the early nineteen-sixties. As opposed to a clubhouse to the Seashore, there’s a Digital international juvenile corridor, wherever Children Collect, invent an argot, adopt alter egos, and shoot each other down. Wolfe’s Pump Dwelling Children went on beer-soaked outings they termed “destructos,” during which they would, at neighborhood farmers’ behest, demolish deserted barns. Now it’s Juul-sneaking minimal homebodies demolishing virtual partitions and homes with imaginary pickaxes. Youngsters almost everywhere are swinging absent at their entire world, tearing it down to survive—Imaginative destruction, of a kind.

Shall I describe the sport? I should, I’m concerned, Although describing movie game titles is a little bit like recounting goals. 100 players are dropped onto an island—from the flying university bus—and struggle each other to your Loss of life. The winner is the last a person standing. (You are able to pair up or variety a squad, as well.) This can be what is supposed by Battle Royale. (The original Edition of Fortnite, launched last July, for forty bucks, wasn’t combat to the Dying; it's the new iteration that has caught hearth.) A storm encroaches, step by step forcing combatants into an ever-shrinking spot, where they need to get rid of or be killed. Together how, you look for out caches of weapons, armor, and healables, whilst also amassing making products by breaking down present buildings. Hasty fabrication (of ramps, forts, and towers) is an essential aspect of the game, which is why it is often described as a cross amongst Minecraft as well as the Starvation Online games—and why aggrieved mothers and fathers will be able to explain to by themselves that it is constructive.

Prior to a game starts, you wander close to in a very kind of purgatorial bus depot-cum-airfield ready right until the subsequent hundred have assembled for an airdrop. This is the Odd position. Players shoot inconsequentially at each other and pull dance moves, like actors walking aimlessly all around backstage practising their lines. Then appear the airlift along with the drifting descent, by using glider, to your battleground, with a delicate whooshing seem that's for the Fortnite addict just what the flick of the Bic is usually to a smoker. You'll be able to land in one of twenty-one parts on the island, Just about every having a cutesy alliterative title, some suggestive of mid-century gay bars: Shifty Shafts, Moisty Mire, Lonely Lodge, Greasy Grove. In patois and in temper, the sport manages to become equally dystopian and comedian, dark and light-weight. It can be alarming, should you’re not accustomed to these kinds of matters or are attuned on the information, to listen to your darlings shouting so merrily about head shots and snipes. But there’s no blood or gore. The violence is cartoonish, at the least relative to, say, Halo or Grand Theft Car. This sort of tend to be the consolations.

The island itself has an air of desertion but not of extreme despair. This apocalypse is rated PG. The abandonment, precipitated because of the storm, which has either killed or scattered the vast majority of environment’s populace, appears to are actually latest and relatively fast. The grass is lush, the Cover comprehensive. The hydrangeas are abloom in Snobby Shores. Buildings are unencumbered by kudzu or graffiti and also have tidy, sparsely furnished rooms, as though the inhabitants experienced only just fled (or been vaporized). Seemingly, Anyone within the island, in Individuals prosperous pre-storm occasions, shopped in the exact same aisle at Focus on. Each time I look at a player enter a bedroom, be it in Junk Junction or Loot Lake, I Be aware the multicolored blanket folded over the mattress. Those people cobalt-blue desk lamps: are they available? It's possible at some point they will be.