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cyncerity · 3 years ago

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Mmmmm.,, thinking about how if Tubbo nommed Tommy and Tommy grew just enough in his stomach to make a little bump.,,

Ok when I asked for sizeshifter Tommy getting nommed prompts, you got the message. You understood the assignment completely, you genius anon. Funnier yet, I had the same thought about Tommy shifting while in someone earlier, so you’re pyscic and also very much pandering to what i like to write and it’s working very well.

tw: vore, cursing

Btw, I took my shitpost idea from this post and made it a full story

“Tubbo, no.” Tommy deadpanned at Tubbo, who looked back at him with puppy eyes. “Tubbo yes!! You actually studied for this and I didn’t and if I flunk another test my dads gonna kill me!” the shorter teen whined. Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated sigh. “Well then maybe you should’ve studied! I’m not gonna help you cheat this, I don’t even know how i would do that!”

Tubbo pouted and gave him a death glare that he ultimately couldn’t hold as long as Tommy could, so he sighed in defeat and started to get ready for school.

*****

School went pretty well for Tommy. He’d been pestered about the test a few more times by Tubbo, but he ignored most of the advances. He was just walking from the class he’d taken the test in to his next class when he got a text from his best friend: ‘meet me in the storage closet by the caf.’ Huh. Odd. Nevertheless, Tommy shrugged and headed that way. Not like he had much else to do at the moment.

He soon stepped into the storage closet, the heavy door closing behind him and shutting him in almost complete darkness as he fumbled around looking for a light switch. He could hear things clattering around him, but every time he reached in the direction of the noise, more noise seemed to come from another direction. What was going on? “Tubbo?” Tommy whispered. “You in here, big man?” Tommy said, a bit louder. No response, except the noises. Tommy could feel himself start to shrink in a bit as his movements became more sporadic looking for the light. “Seriously man, this isn’t funny!!” Suddenly, a loud clap sounded from behind him, scaring him and accelerating the shrinking he had already subconsciously been doing as he shrieked, now a measly 3 inches tall.

Suddenly he felt himself be lifted off the ground as the lights finally came on. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked up to see Tubbo holding him by his shirt collar, the heavy, large textbook that Tubbo had violently shut to make the clap noise now laying closed on the floor, looking smug with himself. Tommy glared daggers at him. “That was a low blow, Tubso.” “Of don’t be over dramatic,” the bigger teen smirked, “I’m just getting the help I need.” And with that, Tommy was tossed up into the air and quickly caught in Tubbo’s mouth. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing!!” Tommy shouted as Tubbo’s tongue lapped at his face. He was unceremoniously pushed into the side of Tubbo’s cheek as he tried to respond. “You just took the test, I’m going in to take the test now, so you can at least help me get some answers.” “You little-“ Tommy tried to finish before he was cut off by a loud swallow.

Tommy felt his legs get pulled down into the tight muscles of the throat. He tried to punch at Tubbo’s tongue to get his friend to spit him out but he only heard Tubbo chuckle as the muscles pulled him down to his shoulders and eventually sucked him in completely. Tubbo left the storage closet once he couldn’t feel Tommy in his mouth anymore and made his way to class. Tommy landed in his stomach with a dull thud as he heard the storage room door close and felt Tubbo start walking. Great. Didn’t this asshole know he had school, too?

Tommy pouted and laid back one of the wet spongy walls and slid down, begrudgingly accepting defeat. Eventually he felt Tubbo sit down, and he heard the lecturer start to speak, before silence once again. Tubbo poked his stomach. Tommy kicked at the wall where he had been poked. “You can’t just eat me and expect me to help you. Prick.” Another poke from the outside. Tommy kicked again.

There was an annoyed scoff from outside and soon the small space Tommy was sitting in practically folded in on itself as Tubbo moved to sit with his knees pressed against his torso. “Oh, fuck off, you dickhead!” Tommy shouted. “I’ll give you the fuckin answers, Jesus, just let up!!” Tommy could practically hear Tubbos smug grin as he put his knees back down and sat normally. Tommy sat fuming, giving Tubbo the answers to the test, waiting for the signal tap that signified his giant friend was ready for the next answer. So as Tommy sat and mindlessly rattled off information, he thought about what he could do to get a little revenge for the impromptu nom session. It was hard to think of something good enough. He needed something that was funny, but inconvenient, and that he could do from the stomach he was stuck in. Something that would piss Tubbo off in a playful way, and nothing that would cause him pain, maybe a bit of discomfort…wait. That’s it, that would work, all he had to do was time it right. The logical and mature side of Tommy’s brain said it was a bad idea: he’d never tried shifting while in a person before. Well, that part of his brain could fuck off for all Tommy cared. He’d never listened to it anyways. ‘Oh, this is gonna be so funny…’

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A half an hour later, Tubbo finished the test. He was pretty proud of his successful plan to get Tommy to help him cheat, and he couldn’t see himself getting caught. There was no physical evidence of it, and he knew that as annoyed as he knew Tommy was, his best friend wouldn’t rat him out. He even made sure to fill in some answers wrong, it was foolproof! Tubbo leaned back, feeling the minuscule weight inside him, and if he focused hard enough, could even feel Tommy breath. He’d never get tired of how weird that felt, no matter how many times he ate Tommy. It gave him a sort of peace. He felt kind of bad for practically forcing Tommy into sitting in his gut, but it was his fault in the first place! If Tommy hadn’t refused to help him, Tubbo wouldn’t have had to resort to this! And he knew that Tommy would try to reign hell on him for this, but for the moment, he put that thought aside. There wasn’t much revenge Tommy could do from his stomach.

Tubbo soon heard the bell ring. And as soon as he went to stand up, he felt something inside him move. No, not move, grow. Double, triple the size Tommy was when he was swallowed, bigger than anything he’d ever even try to get down his throat, and all within the span of a second. The sudden shock of the change mixed with the uneven and unfamiliar added weight in Tubbos body made him fall backwards with a yelp, landing on his ass and knocking over a chair in the process. He heard some kids laugh at him on their way out the door, and saw other just stare. He could feel his face get hotter from the embarrassment. He not only heard, but felt Tommy laugh at him, the shifters now louder voice making the stomach walls around him vibrate slightly. And, oh god, that was a weird feeling.

Tubbo clutched his gut for dear life as he tried to stand. He grabbed a nearby desk and pulled himself up, doing his best to steady himself. And as soon as he finally managed to get used to the weight, more was added. He felt his stomach stretch around Tommy, more weight being added, making him stumble a bit more before he elbowed himself in the stomach, pulled his hood over his head, and tried to walk as quickly as possible to anywhere private, ignoring Tommy’s laughing fit.

Ten minutes later, Tubbo found a private, hidden area under a set of outdoor steps near his school. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and put it up to his ear just to be sure that if anyone saw him, they wouldn’t think he was a crazy person talking to himself. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Tubbo yelled, making Tommy laugh more. “Oh, you have no idea how much I would’ve paid to see the look on your face!” Tommy wheezed. “What did you do?” Tommy’s laughter died down as he tried to answer the question. “Well, I think that’s pretty obvious big man. I shifted.” “In me?!” “Well, yeah. Consider this payback for scaring me shitless and swallowing me without permission.”

Tubbo face palmed with his free hand and started to pace, feeling Tommy’s much larger form sway in his stomach and stretch it with every turn he made as he walked. “Ok, ok, fine I guess I deserved that. Just, why’d you have to do it in class? People were looking at me like I was an idiot. And how big are you even right now?” “Cause you are stupid,” Tommy answered part of the first question, but pondered the other. “I’d say a foot tall? Maybe a foot and a half?”

“A foot?!” “Yeah, that’s what I said. Listen, maybe.” “Alright, alright, ok, you’ve had your fun, now shrink so I can get you out of there and we can both go about our days.” Tubbo sighed. “No can do, big man.” Tommy replied simply, as if Tubbo were to have expected that answer. He didn’t. “Why the hell not?!” Tubbo yelled again, sitting on a step, to frustrated to keep pacing. “You put me in here in the first place. I’m now your responsibility, and you did this to yourself.” Tubbo felt a somewhat uncomfortable pressure on the front of his stomach and pulled up his shirt, partially horrified and partially amazed to see the front of his belly pushing forwards, slight imprints from under his skin. Tommy’s hands. Before Tubbo could even get a word out, Tommy finished: “Remember, I’m not stuck in here with you. You’re stuck out there with me.” The pressure released, and Tubbos abdomen went back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be. It still looked somewhat bloated for obvious reasons, the outline of Tommy practically indistinguishable from any other stuffed gut to everyone but Tubbo, but it wasn’t anything his hoodie couldn’t hide. Tubbo made it a point to stand up from the step quickly to try and jostle Tommy, but only succeeded in making himself feel a quick pit in his stomach, making him instinctually hunch over as it stretched downwards to accommodate Tommy’s weight. “Whatever. I’m done talking to you.” Tubbo replied sternly before walking off to his next class, which he was now horribly late for. “Sounds good, but I’m not quite done talking to you yet.” So the next 10 minutes was spent with Tubbo walking to class and Tommy rambling about increasingly bizarre topics in an attempt to irritate Tubbo, and with Tubbo unable to respond without being heard since he’d put his phone in his backpack like an idiot and now couldn’t reach it.

***

He walked into his next class 20 minutes late, and as quickly as possible made his way to his empty chair next to Ranboo, who started giving him weird looks a few minutes after he sat down. Tubbo gave him a weird look, and Ranboo looked back utterly confused and somewhat distraught looking. Tubbo shrugged and went back to his work, trying to pick up what the teacher was saying and drown out Tommy’s nonsense. Ranboo didn’t stop giving him weird glances though, and he seemed to be getting more and more anxious. Tubbo was about to ask him what was wrong when surprisingly Ranboo stood up and addressed the teacher. “Excuse me, I have a really bad headache. Like, it’s hard to concentrate and I’m seeing spots and it’s all around just really awful, can I go to the nurse, please?” He was given permission and was told to take someone with him, roughly grabbing Tubbo by the arm and practically dragging him out of the classroom as fast as possible.

At this point, Tubbo was worried. Ranboo was an introverted guy, there’s no way he’d draw that much attention to himself in class unless it was an emergency. He got even more worried when Ranboo dragged him past the nurses office and into a storage closet not dissimilar to the one Tubbo and Tommy had been in earlier. “Boo, are you alri-“ “Out of curiosity, where’s Tommy?” Ranboo interrupted. Tubbo froze. “Ummm…I don’t know, why do you ask?” He replied, trying not to sound as guilty as he was as Tommy, who had been silent since Ranboo had dragged Tubbo out of the classroom, mumbled to himself. Something about Tubbo being an asshole. “Oh, maybe because once you came in late and sat down I started hearing Tommy. Quiet, muffled, even, but I know his voice. That, and literally no one besides Tommy can talk about absolutely nothing for so long.” Tubbo heard Tommy let out an offended scoff and a “fuck you” at Ranboo, who apparently also heard it. “See, there it is again! You can hear him to, I know it. So where is he? I thought he was in your backpack, but you didn’t bring it with you to the ‘nurses office,’” Ranboo said, putting in air quotes, “so I don’t know where else I’d be able to hear him from.” Tubbo was left speechless again. Luckily for him, or actually rather unlucky, depending on how you look at it, Tommy was incapable of being left speechless. “In here, Ranboob!!” Tommy shouted, punching the front of the stomach walls, making Tubbo let out a hiss of pain as he punched himself in the stomach. Ranboo just stared blankly. “He’s…he’s in there?” Ranboo asked, pointing at Tubbo’s midsection. Tubbo sighed and nodded. Thank god he had to explain this to Ranboo and not some rando who didn’t know that he and Tommy did this regularly. “I thought that no one besides you could hear him when you ate him? I’ve never heard him from in there before.” “Probably because I’ve never been this big in a person before.” Tommy shouted in reply. “He’s a fucking foot tall, Ranboo. He’s making me miserable.” Tubbo deadpanned. “Just returning the favor!” Tommy shouted. “Ok, ok, wait, what happened, I’m so confused.” Ranboo questioned.

Tommy and Tubbo filled Ranboo in on what went down, who had his face in his hands by the end of the explanation, his thoughts clear to Tommy and Tubbo: ‘why do I have such idiot friends?’ “…ok,” Ranboo finally spoke out, “If anyone asks, I have a fever and you two, er, well, Tubbo helped me walk home. School ends in, like, 3 hours anyways, so it should be fine.” Tubbo and Tommy both seemed ok with that idea, so they went back to Tommy’s house, since Tommy’s family was at work, where Ranboo made both Tommy and Tubbo apologize for being assholes to each other, eventually convincing Tommy to shrink back down and finally give Tubbo a break. Tubbo didn’t spit him out though, and from the one sided conversation Ranboo was hearing, it seemed like Tommy was fine with that. Soon enough, all three were taking a nap.

***

At 2 o’clock, Phil got home, surprised to find the front door unlocked. He carefully made his way inside the house, looking for anything that could have been stolen or god forbid a thief still in the house. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Until he got to Tommy’s room, where he found Ranboo and Tubbo asleep on a backup comforter they kept around for the two when they slept over. Phil only had to wonder briefly where Tommy was, until his mind registered Tubbo’s hand, which was pressed protectively against his stomach. ‘Wait, shouldn’t they still be in school?’ Phil thought. But he took one look at the sleeping teens and decided he would chew them out later, turning of the light and closing the door.

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sunarintoes · 5 years ago

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Synopsis: Yn Ln is an environmentalist - Miyagi University’s very own campus ‘Green Thumb.’ One day Hinata Shōyō who happens to be a close friend of Yn invites here to come to one of his races. The only problem is that this race of his, is illegal. Read the journey of Yn who has been sucked into the world of illegal street racing with the one goal: to create an eco-friendly race car.

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0.1 - The Block

It has been a full week since you first watched an illegal car race, a week since you became a part of that crew... a week since you joined the beginning of a revolution. Shōyō promised to pick you up once again at 10:00pm. This time you wore slightly different clothes, they were in your comfort zone and they worked in the racing scene.

A few curt knocks come from behind your door and once you open it you are met with a smiling Shōyō and Sugawara. ‘Ready for your first official night in the Karasuno crew?’ Asks Sugawara, you nod eagerly as you follow them out the door and towards the car.

‘This is my humble car, hope it’s not too underwhelming compared to all the race cars.’ Sugawara’s car is not humble in any way, shape or form. It is a dark as night Mazda RX7.

‘This is your car? Shōyō used it to pick me up last week.’

Shōyō let out a small giggle, ‘about that… I wanted to surprise you so picking you up in my GTR would kinda ruin it.’

‘Aren't these cars expensive? For crying out loud! How’d you get them from illegal street racing?’

‘Well for one, we get heaps of money doing it. People really like bidding and gambling. Two, what you saw last week was not exactly street racing, it was drag. The real competitions are done on the street.’

You don’t reply, instead opting to give a sound of understanding. The car ride is quiet and serene, no noise besides the hum of the car engine and the quiet beats of the low-fi music playing. It is now 11:00 pm and it looks as if the whole world were dead. Sugawara’s RX7 is the only thing that seemingly moves in the dimly lit streets of Miyagi. The moon is bright tonight, almost full. Sometimes all it takes is something small and insignificant to remind you of how magical and ethereal the world really is. You wonder why the boys are so quiet, last time Shōyō chatted your ear off. Maybe there is going to be some tough competition this time round, but it’s only a practice race, right? Maybe you are overthinking things. They probably are just appreciating the night sky or the empty roads which allowed Sugawara to speed ever so slightly.

✄.

As soon as you arrive you notice the venue has a lot more people than last time - racers and spectators alike. ‘Last Wednesday was Karasuno only for no particular reason. Seijoh, Dateko and Shiratorizawa all had a day each as well. It was kinda random. But this week we’re all here.’

‘Including the small fry who don’t really stand a chance, you’ll learn the rules soon enough,’ Sugawara smiles and gives a thumbs up, you reciprocate the action and then the three of you walk to the Karasuno garage.

To say it was lively was an understatement. ‘What’s all this fuss for?’

‘He’s back! The Grand King of Racing is back!’ Shouts a bald guy - one of the ones you have yet to meet. At the mention of this so-called ‘Grand King’, Shōyō visibly straightens up. Is he really that good?

‘Umm, sorry to interrupt but who is this Grand King figure?’

‘Oh! Yn you’re here, good. I’ve had Yachi create an info booklet on everything you need to know. You can read that while we’re prepping for tonight’s race,’ says Daichi.

‘Oh thank you! Good luck everyone, uh I’ll be cheering you on!’ Yachi hands you the booklet and a chorus of thank you’s follow as Sugawara and you were ushered out of the garage.

✄.

Once you and Sugawara take your seats - at the very front bleachers, you decide you would read up on the booklet another day. You instead want to use this time to become more acquainted with Sugawara. ‘So you’re pretty close with all of them at Karasuno, why aren’t you a racer? Or at least something to do with it?’

‘Well for starters Daichi and I grew up together, we’ve been best friends forever. I went to high school with Hinata, Kageyama, Asahi, Tanaka and Noya. Then there’s Yachi, Shimizu, Tsukkishima, Yamaguchi, Ennoshita, Kinnoshita and Narita. They came later on. They’re all great guys and girls. I have a lot of stories with all of them,’ he pauses and lets out a low hum. ‘I was never cut out for racing. I work to look after the Karasuno finances though.’

Just as you were about to reply, the screams of girls fill your eardrums. Why are they so loud? ‘Those are Oikawa’s fans. He might as well be a real celebrity.’ You let out a small laugh at the unamused tone his words held.

‘You’re not a fan huh?’

‘No, I can’t stand that guy! He’s amazing! But we have great players too y’know?’

Oikawa’s car is beautiful, a shining white Chevy Corvette with pale turquoise leaf art. Although it is slightly obnoxious. After all, who races illegally with a white car let alone one with a paint job that glows in the headlights of other cars? In your eyes only an idiot would. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder what this Oikawa looks like. He’s supposed to be God-like right? Otherwise why else would he have so many admirers?

The siren that declares that ‘all cars must get into position’ breaks you out of your thoughts. There are nine cars, two you can recognise from Karasuno.

‘In tonight’s line up we have Captain Daichi and Tanaka from Karasuno! Captain Oikawa and Iwaizumi from Seijoh! Captain Futakuchi and Aone from Dateko! Hayato from Tokonami! Captain Yoshiki from Ohgiminami! And Kazuki from Tsubakihara!’ The area that was dead silent through the announcement suddenly erupted in cheers from spectators. They all moulded together into loud screams, all but one that is. The only clear word - or should you say name - that came over the top of everything else was none other than Oikawa. Everything else was lost in a sea of screams

Tonight’s flag girl walks to the middle of the track and the crowd’s rowdiness only increases. She waves her flag on the way to the lookout and after climbing up she grabs a hold of the megaphone and shouts ‘On your marks… get set.. go!!’ And down went her flag. Without missing a beat all cars zoomed away.

Sure enough, Oikawa is better than the rest. Easily taking the lead and being able to maintain a good speed. The other driver from Seijoh - Iwaizumi you think his name is, is close behind Oikawa. Now you understand why the top four were called the top four. They are exactly that. The other three drivers stand no chance in a race against them. It is cruel, really.

After coming back from dreamland you see Tanaka stuck behind Aone. It looks as if he purposefully moved in front of Tanaka, blocking him from being able to accelerate past and get in the lead. Futakuchi on the other hand was beginning to close in on Iwaizumi with Daichi close behind him.

‘Dateko specialise in blocking, their strategies typically consist of a blocker and a runner. A blocker is what Aone is doing, keeping a steady pace still in the front lines but preventing the opposition from getting in front. For Tanaka to have to deal with that means he’ll be under a lot of pressure and potential guilt. A runner is basically a driver going as fast as they can to the finish line and not having to deal with as many opponents because their teammate, the blocker, has them all held up.’

‘Is Dateko the only team that uses this technique?’

‘No, but they're the only ones to have mastered it. The technique itself is called the Block and Run. A runner has to be a pro at quick turns and have incredibly fast reflexes. They’re like a cheetah in a sense. A blocker has to be strong and tactical, think of them like some sort of gorilla maybe? Put the two together and you get an unlikely but strong team.’

‘I’m sorry I still don't really understand, how does one get stuck behind a block?’

‘Well part of the runner’s job is to lure the competition, often riling them up before or in game so that they’re getting chased or competed with. This means that the opponents eyes and mind are more focused on the runner than anything else, allowing the blocker to overtake and begin blocking. Once the driver realises they are being blocked, they panic a little and don’t notice the runner speeding off into the distance.’

You silently stare in awe. The race is almost over but you can’t help but respect the drivers. A tactic like that would have taken months, if not - years to perfect. You look over to Sugawara, ‘Why is Oikawa the Grand King?’

‘Because he’s good at what he does. An all rounder, he acts as both a mechanic and a driver. It’s hard to believe he's no genius, just a regular, hard worker.’

‘Is that why everyone was freaking out over Oikawa coming back?’

‘No. He hasn’t raced in about a month - well not that I know of. Good to see he’s as good as ever… I guess.’ You chuckle at Sugawara’s deflated tone.

‘And we have a winner! Captain Oikawa, the Grand King!’ The crowd goes wild as he celebrates in a victory lap.

After all the cars finish, they line up once more at the start line and step out of their vehicles. That is when you see him and you can't say you blame him for being as popular as he is. Oikawa is beautiful, ethereal even. His presence holds such poise and elegance even as he is covered in sweat and clad in racer gear, helmet resting under his arm. Seeing this, seeing him, you could only imagine how wonderful his personality could be. Did he like reading? Did he like tea or coffee? How did he like his eggs in the morning?

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ask-de-writer · 4 years ago

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All of the Feront creatures, T’cass and Lezon piled into the Feront shuttle and quickly became a vanishing speck in the sky.

The salesperson shook her head and asked, “What makes that pair so special? I’ve never heard of anything like that. What do they play at?”

Wryly, K’ress said, “Computerized space battle simulations, virtual reality hand to hand combat, even board games. As far as I know, they are the only ones that the Feront plays with.”

Shaking her head, the salesperson commented, “It’s hard to imagine that thing playing. There’s two city ships of it up there with enough fire power to knock out a battle fleet and it’s still one thing. I can’t imagine it.”

Six hours later, tanks filled with water for reaction mass, the D’ancer was ready to launch. Beside the crew ladder M’rel calmly and K’ress impatiently waited for the Feront shuttle to land. It was so silent in its approach that it took both of them by surprise.

They found the explanation for that when the canopy lifted and they saw Lezon dismounting from the pilot’s saddle. K’ress overheard her explaining, “. . . and that’s how you can avoid detection without any fancy equipment.”

The Feront replied, “Was that how you separated me in the Contact/Conflict?”

“In part. I used some other tricks, too.”

As she and T’cass joined their friends at the foot of the ladder, K’ress couldn’t resist asking, “Does the Port know that the shuttle has come down?”

With a feral grin, Lezon replied, “They do now! T’cass notified the Control Bunker once we were on the ground. Let’s get going before they figure out that it was us!”

In the control room, M’rel asked, “Do you know how to lift this leaky tachyon bucket, T’cass?”

Finished strapping into her crash couch, T’cass replied cheerfully, “Nope.” She gestured at Lezon, who was already setting up the launch sequence in the computer, “She does, though. If anyone can get this thing up, its Lezon.”

T’cass settled deep into her crash couch and serenely shut her eyes, gone into the calm retreat of a Warrior’s Way Meditation.

K’ress noted wryly, “That’s one hell of vote of confidence. Is there anything that I can do, Lezon?”

“Yes,” was the prompt reply. “Take the couch just to the left of mine. It’s engineering. I want you to monitor the pump pressure. We need at least four hundred kg/cm^2 all the time. We can run as high as six. If any pump falls below four, make it up with raised pressure in the ones that are left. Also, keep an eye on the power capsule. We need a steady twelve meg output.”

Lezon turned to M’rel and said respectfully, “Ma’am, you know how the Comm panel works. Strap in there and raise the Control Bunker. Let them know that we are ready to lift, per certificate T.C. 404-GT76. Warn them to clear the area because we are using a reaction drive. We need a totally clear traffic lane because, after launch commit, we cannot maneuver away from our ballistic course.”

M’rel sat and secured her safety harness. She reached out and activated the Comm. Smiling her best professional smile, M’rel stated, “Hello, Control. This is D’ancer, T.C.404-GT76. We request clearance to lift. We are on reaction drives with inertial assist. We need a totally clear traffic lane to orbit, as we cannot deviate once we commit. Be sure the pad zone is clear. This thing has a hot exhaust.”

A grizzled veteran with scars visible through her mane, replied, “This is Control. The notion that you are actually taking up that hundred and fifty year old antique has drawn news flitters and a camera crew on the ground. They have set up at the north side of your pad. Watch out for the flitters. You can lift at will.”

M’rel replied tartly, “Oh good! I’ll get a lot of work out of this lift off! I’m a reconstructive medical specialist, you know. I’ve had to be doing Barbeque Cats from the War. Those news tapers will make well paid private work at last!

“Um, the rest of the crew just said that we’ll give them twenty minutes to notify their next of kin or clear out to at least 800 meters. Let the news flitters know that the wake and exhaust of something this big, driven by reaction engines, will splash them all over the field if they get closer than 900 meters.”

Control actually grinned and said, “I like your style. I made them listen to the clearance chatter. You just warned them. They have twenty minutes to get clear. I wish that you could see it. They’re scrambling like ants when you turn over a rock. One of the flitters is actually moving in for a close up. I just sent them a canned get-clear warning.”

K’ress was running engineering checks on the ancient systems, familiarizing herself with them. Lezon joined T’cass in meditation. At four minutes to lift, both Lezon and T’cass came fully alert.

Lezon smiled approvingly at K’ress and said, “I see that you spent your time well.”

“Thank-you,” K’ress replied. “The drive is preheated and the pumps are up to pressure. That old capsule is working better than I hoped.”

M’rel called Control again. “Time is up. Lift Commit is initiated. Engine core is coming up to operational heat. Reaction mass pumps are on line. Call you from orbit!”

Enormous box shaped air scoops opened out from the sides of the tall, ancient, winged projectile-like vehicle. Steam began to blast out around the base of the ship. A moment later, the steam turned to a screaming, almost totally transparent blue-white glare of flame. The D’ancer, nearly as tall, if far less massive than a military Siege Ship, lifted smoothly, appearing to barely move at first. Suddenly gathering way she leaped straight up into the sky. The concrete pad where she had been sitting was cooling and cracking off glazed bits of fused, glassy blast scar.

One reckless news flitter did get caught in the supersonic wake of the monster that was screaming past on its way out of the atmosphere. Luckily the flitter’s pilot had fast reflexes and they recovered control a good seven meters above the ground.

The D’ancer rolled out at 15.5 kilometers and began to accelerate even more. She was eating all the air that the scoops could grab for free reaction mass along with the water that she carried. Besides speed, the D’ancer was gaining altitude, running ahead of a big plume of vapor. She continued to climb, coasting on inertia now. The antique engines had shut down exactly on their mark. On a shallow angle, the D’ancer rose up to a low orbit.

Lezon checked her course and made a low acceleration correction to regularize the orbit. There was no onboard artificial gravity. It was hard to realize that something so basic hadn’t even been invented when the D’ancer was built. Everyone was experiencing the sensation of free-fall. Lezon and T’cass were moving about the D’ancer with practiced ease. Small combat ships didn’t waste energy on artificial gravity either, so both were familiar with the feeling. K’ress, as an engineer, was at least used to it. M’rel was quietly curled around her tummy, being miserable.

While Lezon and T’cass were busy, K’ress noticed a ship approaching, matching their orbit. She hit the intercom and her voice rang out through the ship, “We have company! Intercept in fifteen minutes.”

The Feront activated the visual communicator. Several reptilian heads scanned about, focusing on Lezon and T’cass. “My friends! It is good to see your entities again so soon.

“You fulfilled your promise to come and bring your ship to me for salvage and refit. I will carry out my promises as well. While I work on your vessel, we can play! This time, I believe that my strategy will prevail!”

M’rel opened one eye and stared balefully at the others, cheerfully chattering away and said, “I have two questions. One, does this feeling of nausea ever actually get better? Two, why is the Feront always saying that it thinks that it will beat you?”

T’cass responded, “You will get used to the free-fall soon enough. Just orient by eye and forget about your ears.

“As for the Feront, it’s simply being utterly honest. It does think that it may beat us and says so. It’s right about twenty percent of the time, too. It enjoys playing and doesn’t get the chance very often.”

Just then, the Feront chimed in on the communicator, “I will be using a gravitational grapple to remove your vessel to the working and salvage area. Please secure. Down will face my vessel.”

Lezon looked sympathetically at M’rel and requested, “This vessel was designed for gravity along the line of thrust. Could you orient your tow that way for the comfort of one of ours?”

The polyphonic voice replied, “Certainly, friend Lezon. Field is now building.” Gently up and down returned.

K’ress brought M’rel an antinausiant. M’rel sipped gently and remarked, “Someday, somebody will invent something to stop stomach heaves that doesn’t need to go into a stomach that already can’t hold it.” She smiled wanly. “I like the Feront already, just for being considerate.”

“It can be, when it wants to be,” acknowledged Lezon, “but if you are going to deal with the Feront you need to understand that it will often not think of you at all. Remember, it has been a single thing and living in space craft for at least four million standard years. In all of that time, it had never encountered another intelligent entity that it recognized as such. As a result, it has only a little experience in dealing with others that are not itself.”

M’rel nodded, interested and focusing on something besides her now subsiding nausea. “I see. How can it stay one thing over interstellar distances? Does its mind have a faster than light way to communicate?”

Lezon answered, “That is best demonstrated. Pour some water into a drinking bowl and get a second bowl.”

Mystified, M’rel did as asked. Lezon took the bowl with the water and said, “This is the Feront.” She poured some into the empty bowl. “This is still the Feront, only now it is in two parts.” Pouring the two back together, she added, “Now, the Feront is one thing again. So far as it knows, it was never two. Both the separation and the merging are not conscious actions and are totally without trauma. There is a particular distance at which it simply separates or merges, that’s all.”

M’rel shivered all over at the thought. “The universe is strange,” she quoted from a Clan Precept.

Lezon surprised her by finishing, “And in that very strangeness lies all of the riches of life.”

“You know the Precepts?” M’rel questioned.

T’cass cut in, “Of course. How can you understand a conflict if you do not grasp all sides of it?”

K’ress put in, “You mean something like knowing your enemy?”

Easily, Lezon replied, “Yes, but that is very incomplete. All of life is conflict, even friendship is the management of conflict. Thus, you must understand all that you can of everything about you if you are to manage the conflict to the best good of all.”

“What about your enemies? Do you consider them?” K’ress asked sarcastically. She was not prepared for the answer that she got.

“Of course. Their lives are as valuable as your own. Otherwise, the conflict has no value or meaning at all. As soon as the armed portion of the conflict is over for them, they must be protected.”

K’ress snorted at that and retorted, “What about the crew of the signal laser at K’stall? That was knocked out and helpless. A cruiser wiped them out later.”

“Right,” agreed T’cass. “And after the battle, War Leader Lezon sent the captain home to M’cratt in disgrace. The Empress Triad ordered the captain executed for violation of the Warrior’s Way. We heard about it on the Strategy Board.”

About then, the Feront came onto the communicator. “I have brought you to the place of work. It will be best if you come into my vessel while I work on yours. Your input will be desirable from time to time in regard to the life support system and its amenities.”

During the refit, M’rel and K’ress shivered and stayed close in their quarters. The Feront liked cold places, arctic regions and ice worlds. Its idea of warm was still more than a bit cool.

T’cass and Lezon didn’t seem to notice. They went scampering off with Feront in tow. There were games to play and mock combats to enjoy. They showed up irregularly for meals and to cuddle up in a warm fur pile to sleep.

The Feront always seemed to have time for its guests. It courteously answered any questions except for ones relating to how the big city ship worked. The Feront would only say that the fusion system that drove it operated on a different principle than the ones used by either the Clans or M’cratti.

K’ress and M’rel spent a good deal of time going over the details of their ship’s refit. Doing so revealed that both T’cass and Lezon had ideas about creature comfort that were at odds with their Clan raised partners. The Warriors cheerfully yielded on most points but both insisted on a liquid exercise tank and a gymnasium.

The antique ship’s monster fuel tank became three cavernous holds and a serious group of maintenance shops for metal, electronic and tachyonic equipment. The power capsule had been replaced. K’ress’s practiced eye noted that it was one from a capital ship and far bigger than would normally be needed for a freight hauler. The drive was one from a fast messenger ship that had been pretty badly shot up. Her eyes widened when she saw the specs.

This vessel was no longer an antique. The fore and aft gun emplacements were not large by most standards. There were seven five kiloton per second weapons in each battery, the most firepower allowed to their newly assigned Class B freight designation.

They needed only to stock the galley and seek a cargo to begin their new life as the Clan D’ancer. Lezon reflected that since the war was over, so was her service to the Empress Triad. She hadn’t surrendered, she was Submitted to T’cass. The others came with her. The Clan D’ancer was as good a place to be as she could find. This new way of life would be an interesting Conflict to manage.

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“the hospitals are probably packed.”

mark shakes his head and points his chopsticks at the screen. “no, people usually don't go to the hospital this early in the game. especially if the symptoms are just flu-like.”

it's a game to mark, and that sends a quick shiver down your spine. you spill a bit of leftover noodle soup on your leg.

warnings: implied sex, description of illness, death

You and Mark start out with a stockpile of basic necessities.

You’re lucky—lucky that you’re a bit of a hoarder and keeps everything you have, often buying double or triple-sets of non-perishables.

You had heard about it through the Internet weeks ago, but more than half the news alerts you read don't amount to much of anything, so you ignored it. Mark, on the other hand, the more intuitively proactive, doesn't hear about it until it reaches television weeks later—television, radio, schools, and hospitals.

“You're lucky you didn't take that accelerated med-school program,” you say over a bowl of instant noodles. You’re curled up on the couch together with the evening news flashing through the apartment, a tradition you’d started since moving there about a year ago. Mark arrived home just in time to catch the end of the daily headlines and see the news for himself . “The hospitals are probably packed.”

Mark shakes his head and points his chopsticks at the screen. “No, people usually don't go to the hospital this early in the game. Especially not if the symptoms are just flu-like.”

It's a game to Mark; that sends a quick shiver down your spine. You spill a bit of leftover noodle soup on your leg.

–

You’ve been casually dating since college.

Mark likes to call it 'dating,' and you like to call it 'casually dating,' because you honestly don't spend much time together outside the apartment. “It's a good thing, too,” Mark adds while slipping on a jacket the next morning. “Because if we were out all the time, we'd be hospitalized and dead by now.”

You sigh and tsk and reluctantly swallow the truth in it. The television's been reporting hundreds of hospitalizations in the past couple of hours, and Mark's headed to work to bring back some office supplies and to tell his manager that he'll be out for the rest of the week. You look forward to it. “Your office is probably closed,” you offer, but Mark claims that he'd left his laptop in an unlocked drawer last night and needs it if he wants to work from home.

You’ve been casually dating since college, where you’d met senior year in a Tuesday Music History class required by the core curriculum; as the only two seniors, you and Mark sat with your arms and legs crossed in the back of the classroom taking turns dozing and supposedly listening to the lecture. You found out you lived on the same floor, and after walking in on him in the shower, it'd been pretty much impossible to avoid some sort of social interaction. Or, as you like to call it, 'casually dating.'

Love isn’t mentioned. But you mention it to make Mark squirm, and you don’t expect much of a positive reaction.

You close your email and long-outdated job-hunting windows and refresh the news until Mark comes back; the virus is the front page of every website, making a filling appetizer of the media before attacking the people, and you jump when your phone rings. It's Mark.

“The office is open today, and we're still going strong. So I won't be home for a while.”

“Sure,” you reply, an echo of how you’ve been replying to all of Mark's calls for the past couple of weeks. Months. Years, maybe.

“So,” Mark murmurs, but his sinking tone says that he doesn't have anything to follow up. You stay quiet, pressuring him—or, perhaps just avoiding the farewell. “I'll, I'll call.”

“If anything happens.”

“Yeah.”

Mark's voice sounds a thousand times more strained over the telephone, where you can't see him and the way he prefers to talk with his hands and his face and multiple, “You know what I mean instead of with words. Mark's never been linguistically adept, and you remember your own surprise when Mark had come home with a job offer and a salary a week after graduation.

It isn't just Mark's voice, though; it's the whole conversation. The way of going about mentioning casual afterthoughts; it’s a thousand times more strained over the telephone, where you don't know whether or not Mark's hung up. Mark snores at night but breathes soft during the day, and you, on the other hand, balance the telephone between your ear and your shoulder and huff right into the receiver; Mark used to tease you about the breathy, distorted messages you’d leave on Mark's voicemail. Mark used to tease you about a lot of things.

You hear the familiar voice of the recorded operator, telling you that you better hang up and get the fuck over Mark—or, rather, the harsh beeping that pretty much implies it.

–

Mark's office closes after about two weeks, and you smile with eyebrows arched in, feigning wry but expectant disappointment. You like to think you have decent control over your facial expressions, at least enough to fool Mark.

“Aren't you happy I'm home?”

You eat dinner in the kitchen together that day, you leaning against one counter where Mark stands across from you, the television off for the first time in years after Mark had complained about it. You don't like change, but you like Mark.

“Do you want me to be happy?” You reply.

Mark nods, and maybe it's just the way his lips are pursed around his half-chewed food, nostrils flared for breathing, one chopstick still in his mouth, eyes large and intent, but Mark nods, and you see the Mark you’d fallen in lo—you’d lov— you’d been attracted to three years ago. You mention love to make Mark squirm; Mark doesn't mention it, and you never squirm. Mark doesn't mention it, so you never squirm.

“Sorry, I—”

“No, I'm happy.”

“Don't pretend to be happy,” Mark says, a hint of a whine in his voice, tossing the empty cup into the garbage bin. You laugh at the irony of it and push yourself off the counter. You move to take off Mark's coat—the black one that you bought together after hours of sifting through the extra large coats left on the clearance rack. It looks nice, though.

“Anyone infected at your work?” You ask.

Mark steps out of the sleeves. “Yeah, a few.”

“You're lying.”

Mark would always turn to you when he spoke because he feared a misunderstanding like the plague, pleading you to read his facial expressions. He'd turn away when you would bother him about finishing his paper, or when you would remind him to call his parents, or when he told you he'd never dated before. Mark hasn't lied to you for a while—Mark hasn't spoken to you for a while.

“Okay, a lot of people,” Mark says softly, turning around, and you smile.

“Maybe we should burn all your office clothes. For good measure.”

“I don't think that would help,” Mark says, reaching for a hanger through a quiet but long sigh. His voice goes low again, low and dull, and you take it upon yourself to think that you’ve done something to ruin the moment.

–

The advisory to stay indoors implies a demand to stay indoors after a few weeks. You notice when you’re dragging a few bags of garbage to the curb and the last of the cans on your street have vanished. The garbage smells a lot nicer, at least— You’ve been scraping every container empty to preserve food, though you and Mark are probably a lot better off than most of the people in the complex. The city can't issue a mandatory evacuation because there isn't anywhere to go, really, but about half of the neighbors are in the hospital either as victims or as family members, or, as Mark likes to say, “soon-to-be-victims.”

“You only say that because we're not infected yet,” you said, flipping through an old magazine on the couch. You’re supposed to get new issues weekly, but the postal service hasn't been operating either. “Be sensitive.”

Mark shrugs. “What's the death count?”

“Hundreds of thousands, at least. Stores are empty or closed. Shit's on sale. Economy sucks.”

Mark hasn't touched his office clothes for weeks, white shirts stiff and pressed, hanging to collect dust in the closet. And you kind of like it, hanging up Mark's hoodies and tees in the center of the rack and pushing the slacks off to the side after you do the laundry.

After a moment, Mark murmurs, “Want to go out?”

You look up.

“Like, shopping?”

“Like a date,” you said, your voice sliding into an embarrassingly high range, and Mark laughs.

–

You kiss when you close the front door and Mark tugs both your scarves off. Mark's lips are drier than you remember them being, but they still taste like him, salty in the corners and tinged with the slightest hint of blood, because Mark has a habit of picking at his lips. You drop the groceries to the floor and wrap your arms around Mark's neck, flinching when the cans roll toward the living area, but Mark holds you tight and has you pinned against the door. It's a struggle between Mark and the slightly neurotic side to you, so you end up ducking the last kiss and Mark's lips land somewhere between your nose and your cheek.

“The cans,” you breathe, and Mark blinks, then laughs.

“You don't change.”

Of course I don't, You do. Is what you want to say, but you slip from Mark's arms and into the living room. You’d only ended up buying more groceries and leaving the department stores closed and unguarded with a tense atmosphere lining the streets and doorways—people wanting to leave, to stock up, but being too afraid of the free-range air. Sidewalks had been deserted but felt packed, and with gallons of peanut butter and canned fish, you both rushed back to the apartment with a sort of surreal background chasing you both down every side-street. That, and Mark's sudden urge to kiss you through the obstructing scarves, but you can't say that you don’t appreciate it.

“I don't understand why you insisted on scarves in the middle of May—”

“Protection,” you insist, and Mark leans against the doorway.

“If it's going to get you, it's going to get you. There isn't much you can do to stop it.”

You carry the rest of the groceries to the pantry, which is now being somewhat contained in a pantry-cupboard area, but you want it to overflow again. It would give you some kind of security in a suspended, unprepared world. The last thing you want to do is die of starvation. “Look, I bought a bunch of face masks.”

“Don't tell me we're wearing those around the house.”

You hold your hands protectively over the boxes and hesitate. “Is the disease fatal?”

Mark nods. “Pretty much, yeah.”

It’s easy to be awfully calm about it. Because there isn't anything to shout at, nothing to fight, no antagonist, nowhere to put the blame; you pity the victims and put them in isolation and move on tip-toeing through the rest of the week, wondering who'll be the next to go. Sometimes, you panic to fit in, but there's no one left to imitate. And in an eerily quiet city that used to always be one day ahead of itself, there's not much you can do to effectively panic. Panicking is just part of a mob-mentality lifestyle that loses its attractiveness when there's no mob. You put your hand over Mark's. “Then, no. Let's not wear them.”

Mark doesn't get it and breathes out a sigh of relief, but you don't need him to get it.

–

Police issue a quarantine weeks later, giving the survivors a couple days to stock up before plastering the bright yellow warning tape over every church, grocery store, school, and office building still open—only the hospitals remain in operation, and you imagine a line of the sick, running through houses and city streets and public places, stretchers lying on the grass and nurses falling ill but working until they're on the floor, white-faced and heaving.

You flinch when Mark puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Are we going out again to get the last of the food?”

You sigh and rub your hands together, flipping through the two or three television channels that are still being run by substitute news-casters. “Bad organization on their part. All this is going to do is infect the rest of the city. Think about it, hundreds of people running through restaurants and waiting in food-lines, bringing whatever they can manage back home to their families, who will be in an isolated area with them for the next couple of weeks.”

“So instead of dying in the hospitals, they're—”

“Dying in their homes,” you finish, and Mark nods.

“So we're not going?”

You look up at Mark, whose eyes are wide and, not angry, more determined, eyebrows furrowed and large irises directed straight at you. It's been a while—a Mark that’s attentive and waiting for you with his feet together and rooted in one spot. It's been a while, a Mark who isn't waltzing through your legs and tripping you over spaces between the tiles and slipping through your fingers at every turn of a corner.

“Let's stay,” you say while leaning back into the couch, and Mark sits closer than he has in three years. During dinners, you’d balance your respective meals on opposing armrests and jerk your feet apart whenever they touched. During quarantine, Mark leans against you, your shoulders and arms and legs shared, dipping into the crack between cushions and fatal illnesses, waiting for something and waiting for nothing.

–

The world death toll is in the tens of millions, and you’re lying on the couch with a towel around your body after showering with Mark and having been hoisted up against the glass and fucked hard. Shower sex was something you teased each other on multiple occasions, but you’ve perfected the art, pointing the shower head toward the wall, and cool, smooth glass feels a lot better on your back than any sheets ever have.

You count your sins on one hand and your sayings on the other.

You’re having fucking shower sex when people are dying; your parents called you multiple times, and you haven’t answered. The calls have since stopped coming, and you’ve assumed the phone line went dead. (You’re too afraid to check.)

But what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and part of you regrets that it'd taken a worldwide pandemic to drag Mark home from work and to force what you’d been too suspended, too unprepared to say. And part of you doesn't give a fuck, because it'll kill you both in the end, even with the precautions, even with the face masks and the insulated windows and the empty streets and quarantines.

“You want to go again?” Mark says, rubbing his hair with a towel and motioning at your fingers.

You kick at him, and Mark laughs.

And after that, it just sort of slips out.

“I love you.”

You don’t know who said it first, but suddenly, you can't get enough of it, Mark kneeling in front of the couch so you’re eye-to-eye with each other and cupping your face with large, stiff hands. He kisses you, his breath still hot and a little uneven, and you love it, pulling back just a bit to fill the air between you with more, lost in the time it took you both to realize it.

It's July, and you’re running out of food, and you’re sure you’re going to Hell, lying on the couch and sucking Mark's tongue into your mouth and letting out short whimpers, but it's more than just part of you that doesn't give a fuck anymore—it's half of you, all of you.

–

The symptoms begin with a relentless sore throat and a mild headache that worsens over the course of 72 hours, when they then deteriorate into coughs and sneezes that help spread the virus when it's at its strongest state. Your temperature rises all the while, slowly at first, but steadily—one thermometer reading will never be lower than the last one, which makes for a sort of helplessness, much like the later stages of drowning, only more conscious. More aware. You're more aware. Then comes the blood, out of the nose, the mouth, then in the end, the ears, and most victims will die of some sort of asphyxiation.

You take glass after glass of tap water—in the middle of the night at first, when Mark had still been asleep, but after a while, you think it’s asinine to keep Mark in the dark—it'd be like murder, and you would rather give Mark the chance to leave if he wanted to.

It isn't easy. It isn't easy keeping composed when a little itch in the back of your throat means much more than just that, and you don't know what sort of reaction to expect. And perhaps if you mention it in passing, Mark will only come to understand the gravity of it in bits and pieces, thereby spreading the reaction through the afternoon. So when you’re sitting on the couch and watching reruns of your favorite dramas, you carefully shifted to your own side and Mark to the other, you murmur, “My throat kind of hurts. Want some water?” between standing and sliding toward the kitchen, waiting for a yes or a no or anything, your hands shaking as you pause just before the doorway.

Mark closes his eyes and doesn't reply.

Mark closes his eyes as if he'd been expecting it.

Mark closes his eyes and motions for you to come back to the couch. And it's the gentle flick of his wrist that breaks you, who crawls back, pushing yourself up onto the cushions again. Mark catches you when your hand slips, gripping your forearm so hard it hurts, and it doesn't make your throat feel any better, but mends the little parts of you that had been waiting for redemption.

–

The Internet service providers are on and off, but you go through your cached pages and run through the symptoms with Mark in a quick and curt and stoic, or so you’d like to think, manner, until you can't speak anymore. Which is when Mark, as if he'd been expecting it, guides you over to the bed and pushes you onto it, draping a blanket over you that doesn't quite cover your feet.

“So, this is it, huh?” Mark says, his weight dipping into the mattress.

“I don't know if it's contagious yet or not,” you whisper, and Mark shrugs.

“I'll stay.”

You see a bit of a glimmer in Mark's eyes before you let your own flutter shut, but you’re half conscious through the whole evening, not really delirious or tired or sick, even. Mark stays for hours, occasionally humming and occasionally running his hand through your hair and occasionally speaking to you in a series of ‘remember whens’.

He leaves when the sun starts setting, and you hear some noises in the kitchen, then the sound of the shower turning on—you have to think about that one for a couple moments, never really having heard it from outside the bathroom before; you’ve usually showered together since moving in. And the strange muffled taps blend into one continuous, soothing hum that lulls you into a real sleep.

–

You wake up in the middle of the night with the itch in your throat more of a harsh tear and untangle Mark's fingers from around your waist.

And as you make your way to the kitchen, the blood rushes to your feet, leaving your head half light and half pounding, as if you’d doubted the disease yesterday. In the context of your entire lifespan, the pain will last for a fraction of a second. Mark will have it worse, when you leave. (If you leave.)

Under the fluorescent light, you notice the pantry door open and a bit of a mess on the counter, half-empty trash bags in the corner and stray tissues in the garbage, and through the translucent bags, you see more than tissues—as if on cue, waiting for you—white cloths. Mesh. The face masks, cut up, torn, unusable, boxes destroyed, every single one.

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grim-faux · 4 years ago

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5 - Down the Drain

A trail of red footprints led from the shadows across to an iron door. If it wasn’t locked I might’ve continued through, driven on by my sick curiosity. Beyond the safety of a secured door could await dangers the same as the hall I was now in, but I couldn’t afford not to check. The thought alone brought chills to my spine, that behind any door a new danger could await. How far could I run before I was caught? In this place I welcomed broken lights.

I returned to the lit path now on my left, were another of the countless slain of this place rested. Briefly, I looked over his body, maybe he had a card or something I could use later. The nametag read Doug Jenkins, he was high level security, probably down here to regain control and lost himself in the process. He had no weapons, but he was grasping a walkie talkie. From that I salvage two batteries, there was a chance they would have no power given the drafty chill that slunk in through every corridor.

As I continued through the broken segregation gate, I realized this was where that camera shy freak had made his scene. I was glad he seemed to be gone, but his absence was discomforting. Nothing had changed since I left this area, the gate still locked, but the floor along my right had shattered from some climatic event. A thin edge of cement remained, enough for me to strafe along I gambled. It looked sturdy enough with rebar exposed at the crumbling edge, the drop wasn’t far enough to hurt if I did manage to fall.

The Asylum was shut down years ago, and degraded to a condemned state before the Murkoff Corpotration reopened it for their research. They didn’t even bother with the minimal of repairs to maintain it, they barely shoveled out the collapsed ruble from walls and floors. I could just picture the memo

All staff must use Cell 52-E to reach the other side of the upper floors

I began to wonder if some of the patients locked away were ever looked in on, or if Murkoff only focused on those used in their research. Even a doomed dog was fed up until he was put down. Those affiliated with Murkoff were some of the lowest of the lowest bastards out there.

Carefully I slide my back along the rough wall and tested my weight on what remained of the walkway. It felt more than sturdy, as I continued to slink along little by little. I tried to focus on my footing and not get distracted by the lost souls, locked in their broken routine. The man that had been smashing his skull against the walls had sat down and, I think he was mumbling to himself while he persisted to crack the side of his head on the corner of a pillar.

They could have easily killed me, the opportunity was still there should they decide to pursue - hunt me down. But the humane side of me felt sickened to the core. Something about this, everything that was done here, the way they were left, was all wrong. If there was a way to escape Mount Massive, why had they not left this place? Or had others already fled? The Warrant for Seizure indicated so, before all of this came about.

When I reached the other side, I barely recalled the twins and their sick promise. They were absent.

“You, ah, didn’t wait until I finished.” I sprang back as the man from the room I omitted to shut, sprang across the distance and shoved at the door. “But I saved some for you. Just wait.” He turned and skipped down the steps like a jolly school boy, his voice full of merriment. “Just wait…Mm! Hmm!”

Maybe I should have shut his door AND propped the little chair in front of it, for good measure.

The open hall behind me was the only available route. The lights above had failed in this section, but I could make out dark blood splatters scrawled on the wall across from me, illuminated by an open door. I wanted to avoid using the cameras NV as much as possible, but odd sounds were nearby somewhere in the dark. Beside me was a set of bars, but pressed against them ‘gazing’ up at me was another discarded man tied up in a straightjacket with bindings coiled about his mouth and eyes.

It was easy to feel sorry for him, and attempt to undo the cruelty done to him. But my instincts warned me to hold my ground, and this time I listened. The worst killers of our world could feign normalcy, but the soil in their basement could conceal the bodies of many duped by this illusion. I easily recognized a makeshift muzzle.

From this point on I burned it into my thoughts, if I didn’t I was damned. Speak with no one. Trust no one. EVERYONE wanted to kill me in some way. The MHS cop warned me to hide, well I could fuckin hide.

Ahead, someone, probably their ‘Father’ Martin, scrawled a new message for me in red.

God annoys…

I blinked and read again.

God Always Provides a Way.

Follow the blood

Below the wording was a red streak, another wide mark was on the ground leading into some sort of pressurized chamber. The interior was lined with what looked like foil or thermal material of some type, most likely a fire retardant. I examined the large pipes that ran along the upper corners, connecting into pressurized caps. As I entered my attention dropped to the floor, where there was a pair of bloody shoeprints I recognized. The door hissed shut upon my entry and a shriek of hydraulics spooked me. My mind flashed to Auschwitz, death camps and gas chambers. I knew at once this wasn’t to be my demise, it was a light chemical spray to sterilize the air. Though it did manage to stall my heart for a second.

Once the pumps ceased, the opposite door opened and I stepped out. I was still shaken, but continued on without hitch. Another broken segregation gate and beyond that stairs that curled up and around leading to the next floor. Behind the first set of steps lay the crushed pieces of a wheelchair, I ducked to check behind them for anything valuable to my progress but there was nothing, aside from more low key patient files discussing prescriptions for the none volatile class. The sounds of muttering came to me, and I took the concrete steps softly gazing up at the floor above.

On the wall was a large arrow indicating my route, I touched the edge to certify the blood was fresh, still sliding down the brick wall. A large plate read A Block. The Block I just came from was B Block. Good to know.

The voice grew louder, and echoed as I made the first landing. Another locked grate, but an area I was excused from exploring.

Continuing up the steps I could pick up an overbearing reek of old copper, along with the source of the voice. Another emaciated patient scooted sideways, pressing his knuckles into the weathered cement wall until he had worn the skin away leaving bloody smears.

“Down the drain. With the blood, he said.” He seemed fully lost in the wall and strafed right, then left, repeating his words. “Only way out is down the drain.”

Behind him slouched against the wall was what looked like a doctor, he was dressed in thick white scrubs stained black with blood. My shoes squelched in the fluid as I neared him, and I turned my eyes back to the patient as he continued with his song and dance. I raised the camera and filmed his jargon, then turned to the dead man. It looked as though he had been sliced in multiple areas and all his blood poured out onto the floor, I stepped over the puddle and looked into a crimson bucket across from him filled completely with the thick black clumps.

My stomach did a flip and I retreated to the far side of the hall, another dead end blocked with crap. I sat down on the desk to gather myself while I watched the patient shuffle and repeat. “Down the drain,” he said. I took a shallow breath through my collar and exhaled.

This reminded me of the dead man I found in the lavatory, with “Witness” painted on the wall above him. Down the drain. With the blood. I guess I knew where all the blood scribbles came from. It was never a mystery in the first place.

There was another file on the desk beside me. I checked my friend before I turned to the folder and did my best to record the pages with the night vision.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Patient Art Program / PATIENT “FATHER” MARTIN ARCHIMBAUD

Helen-

Dr. Zeichner gave me your info to contact regarding the cancelation of the arts program. My patient, Martin Archimbaud, has made enormous strides in his therapy on account of his finger painting. Just in the week since canceling the arts program, his schizoaffective assertions of some “higher calling” have accelerated enormously. Please, just let the man finger paint. The few dollars you’re saving on temper paint is more than swallowed by the cost of Clozapine. I can’t imagine the logic at play here, unless Murkoff WANTS our patients to become more disengaged from reality.

Please advise.

Dr. Neil Wolfram

Martin Archimbaud. Yep, sounded like my guy. It felt good to know for certain he was the one leaving all these messages for me.

Fuck you Murkoff. Why couldn’t you just let the man finger paint? It would have saved so many lives.

My heel slipped in the blood as I tried to step over it, but I caught myself before I could lose my balance. I shuffled along the floor following a set of bare feet prints stained thick with blood leading along the same route, to a hole in the concrete and rebar where the drooping arrow on the wall directed my path down into it.

“With the blood, he said.”

Sighing, I eased myself down the opening and looked around. Another corridor, blood stained floor, walls eroded and bleached, the usual. Furniture was crammed down the way with dark streaks across the surface, and another pressurized chamber with blood indicating through a sealed door.

I took note that this was the room I had seen from the other side of the gate, and cursed my bad luck colorfully.

The door failed to open on my approach, it was either locked due to malfunction or just flat out locked. There should be a way around, but the path marked out for me was through there. I wouldn’t rationalize following a blood trail left by a psychotic ‘priest,’ but maybe he would show me the way OUT of this place if I humored him.

I didn’t want to think about his plans if this was all some elaborate delusion of his, right before he or one of the other patients decided to murder me. In the distance I could hear screaming, or someone sobbing, or something between the two. It seemed like there was always someone crying out, for whatever reason. I had a suspicion that for many it was their last cry before death.

Or escape through finality.

Light on my feet. Be observant. And above all else, survive.

I covered my nose as the heavy stench of rot hit me hard. Another corpse, right beside the desk I crawled over. Everyone with a half a mind in this place was dead.

“Just shut up and let me think for a minute.”

The sound of grunts and meaty thwacks came from around the corner. I dove down against the wall and listened as the violence continued. It sounded like someone was sobbing and thumping about with wild abandon. “Quiet! Quiet! Ah!” Then it ended.

This place was horrible. I hated this place. Down the drain. Gotta get out. I repeated these meditations to myself as I crawled under a murky window with trails of soggy red slipping down. The wall would end in a few feet, I would be exposed to whomever was there.

Slowly, I peeked around the edge into what looked like an office, or check station. Another corpse of the asylum, and fresh I presumed. A patient stood over the body with a wet club, droplets still dripped from the desk onto the crushed man. It might’ve been my nerves, but I swore the body jerked as the last impulses left what was left of his brain.

The patient turned his head, then spun fully to where I was. I froze in place coiled in a crouch ready to sprint. I was right in the middle of the opening, there in full view of the murderer.

“I’d like you to stay quiet.”

He remained where he was and I stayed right where I was on my hands and knee. Caught in a stupor, I nodded and scooted away.

That was weird.

I checked a Security door from my humbled position, and he gently reminded me to be quiet. I used the shelf in the next hall to pull myself up and get going. I just needed to stay quiet. That corpse was quiet.

At the halls end waited a metal door which I carefully opened, without so much as a whisper. Inside the room a figure stood tall staring up at monitors mounted high on the wall. Below them was a darkened window, I was between figuring out what was marked on the glass and the man as he spoke to open air.

“Trying to trap us in here.” Camera stupid, get your camera. I lifted it and checked the visor, needed to hit record too. Of all things….

“Not a lot they can do about it lying in their own steaming guts, is there?”

The variants were responsible for this shit hole disaster. But how did they manage to kill the Security personal, and the MHS? As far as body count went (excluding limbs and pieces) those that could be identified had all been staff, very few of the slain had been patients. This statistic should be reversed, unless they moved their dead. I didn’t believe enough of them had the cognitive faculty for that, but I hardly viewed a blood stain that was unaccounted for. I was barely scraping the surface of this horror mystery.

“Who…?” He had spied me when the door creaked as I leaned in a little. “You’re one of Murkoff sons of bitches, aren’t you? I want to show you something.”

He had nearly reached me at the end of that sentence, but I had whirled away to run. He wanted to kill me. Thought I was Murkoff or something, maybe I looked too normal for him. I didn’t feel healthy in thought.

“You FUCKER!”

I tried the metal door across from the librarian, locked. No shit. I darted off as my pursuer skid around the corner. There was no other place for me to go, no place to hide! Maybe I could get back up the drain, it was my only option I could see.

At the halls darkened end, all but invisible was the hairline creep of light from a door! I picked up speed smashing it open with an arm, in the same motion I spun about catching the edge and threw it shut. I didn’t see if he had followed this far, or if his hoots had done him in.

I looked around, another office. There was a desk, filing cabinets that hadn’t found the hall yet, a barred room with lockers and janitorial equipment. I walked the perimeter and found an open cell door, through the NV feed I could make out a bed but little else. I entered and shut the gate and slipped under the bed. Here I lay safely secured by my only ally, the shadows. He would know I had no place to hide, no place to run. If only there was a way I could lock that gate.

The door knob twisted and the door opened. My breath caught as I turned my face into my shoulder and shut my eyes.

“Son’s of bitches.” I heard his footfalls fade. The door of a locker opened and shut, all in the same motion. “Sooner or later. Doesn’t matter.” I pried an eye open as he paced the room, he paused to examine the bars of the room I hid within. I stare at him unblinking, it felt like my heart and blood ceased all at once. If he came in he would find me.

But the closed gate deterred him, and he swung away knocking over the computer monitor out of spite. The screen crashed and flashed out beside my head, I hadn’t flinched from the explosion and saw bright spots as a result. “Doesn’t matter.” Satisfied with his inspection, he turned and exited the room whistling an off tune melody.

Even after his song faded, and the clack of a door echoed to the room, I waited. I could never overcome this icy clutch of feebleness I felt, the overbearing weight that my life was out of my control. I shoved myself a little more under the bed until my back pressed against the wall. For a moment I felt safe.

People live in famine, mothers watch their children starve. Families are torn apart by war, yet life goes on. Men kill children because their leader orders it, then live free and safe because they are still useful.

The world had fucked up shit in it. I was going to get out of here, I was going to survive and tell the story. Others had survived. My will couldn’t be broken, no matter what they did. I hadn’t seen the worst of it yet. There will always be the worst, waiting just around the corner.

I pushed my arms out and crawled from under the bed. A little puddle of blood had stained my elbow, but it was so insignificant. This was probably my most favorite room in this entire place. It was so…tame.

“They weren’t experiments.” His sudden voice didn’t alarm me, I think I knew he was there the whole time. I pulled my knees up and wrapped my arms around them, staring into the dark and where his shape moved. “They were rituals. A conjuring.”

A conjuring. This seemed along the same lines the Priest was on about. This ‘Walrider’ he called it, same as in the project reports that Murkoff based their studies. And they found it in the mountains.

I rose to my feet and left, trying to find the door so I could shut it, only to recall it was on the other side of the door frame. He was still muttering behind it as I tiptoed through the hall, listening for the echo of steps not my own. It sounded like the patient left through the metal gates, but I hadn’t seen the quiet man yet.

Cautious and quietly, I stepped beside the wall that separated us. He was still there, now staring at the cold corpse. He didn’t seem too interested as I passed by toward the control room, this suited me.

I peered into the open room before waltzing right in. Desk with monitor to my left, control panel where I left it, and lockers with a desk situated in front of them on the far right. I crossed over to the panel where a button sat on the terminal, one that looked important or might shed some light on my whereabouts. I gave it a swat and cringed when the lights behind the glass blazed a nasty yellow, the doors hissed as they opened.

Follow the blood.

I had to hand it to the ‘Father’ Martin, he was getting creative with his grim messages. If I moved side to side I could tell the arrow indicating my path was painted inside the sterilizing chamber, and Follow was scripted on the glass. It would have been more impressive if the message wasn’t written in blood.

My battery was running low on power, best to fix that now while everything was calm. I decided to use one that I had salvaged from the guard and popped it in, but was dismayed to find it only had half strength. Probably because it was some off brand Murkoff had ordered, typical. Better than nothing.

I listened, picking up the faint pats of bare feet echoing from the hall. The doors had made a good deal of noise when I activated them.

The camera went to its hoister, and I moved quickly to the lockers and slipped inside. Two lockers. Wouldn’t take a rocket surgeon to figure out if both were empty….

I held my breath when he entered. Indeed, it was the librarian. He approached my side of the room, checking the brightened window as he twisted the sticky club in his red hands. He was thinking of leaving, there was no one in this room. Just turn and leave, there would be no more noises, at least not until I was safe beyond those doors.

His gaze fell on the lockers. I swallowed as he moved over and pulled the latch on one. There were two lockers, someone was in the second one. That was what he was thinking.

He shut the door and turned to the next, right when I decided to throw it open and flew out. The door smashed into his chest, as a result I couldn’t clear the door and tumbled when my foot glanced the sharp lining of the interior. He toppled to his knees as I rolled into the filing cabinet.

“Come back here!” He had already made it to his feet and was nearly upon me as I scrambled to get up, my vision distorted by vertigo like in a bad dream. I bolted for the open hall dead ahead.

A sharp whistled cut through the air and I felt the crushing blow to my shoulder, causing me to stagger. The walls quivered as my vision warped, the pain began a slow march up my shoulder into my neck. I didn’t know if it was broken, quickly I decided it couldn’t be.

I zipped around the corners and flew over the desk, the patient had trouble keeping up from whatever Murkoff had done to him, or I was just moving too fast for my own good. I skipped across the bloody threshold of the sterilizer’s doors, they shut at once and misted the area with their foul smelling spray. Even after the other door opened I knelt down for a beat, to calm my nerves and test my shoulder. It was hurt, not fractured, but it would bruise up later. Regardless of what could happen, I needed my arms no matter what. Hell, if they were tethered by little tendons, or bloody-butchered stumps I would still use them. I couldn’t afford not to.

Red streaks and an arrow greeted me on the other side. At least it was something. I stepped out, checking around the corner and listened. No sounds, nothing but the occasional distant shriek. I ventured into the decrepit hall and tried the Security door, locked of course. The hall ahead was still inviting and the familiar echoes of cracking came to me, I stepped over a fire extinguisher as I went. I wanted to kick the stupid thing but knowing this place it would spew ice or blood, or something else horrible. The hall took a left, but in an alcove at its end was another dead man, but I wasn’t keeping count. Looked like another one of Murkoff’s Research division, he seemed a long way from home.

In actuality, I was losing my patience with them. I had seen so many corpses, dead and crushed in every way imaginable, and why? Why the fuck did they lose control of this place? Why wasn’t anyone alive? Why couldn’t they have gotten out, called someone, and kept me from joining them in this shithole?

I paused and sighed as I reached the corner. I wasn’t being fair. I had entered under my own terms, though I had misgivings, I ignored them until it was too late. The one to blame here was not the people duped into working the system. It was me. I had to look in the mirror and remind myself, I had climbed into that window. I wanted the story. I was getting the fuckin story of a lifetime.

Just had to survive it first.

“We gave him a chance.”

Oh for Christ’s sake….

“That we did.”

“I’d say we were more than fair.”

“Paragons of patience.”

The voices drifting around the corner sounded amused, or pleased, or every sort of happy I could describe. I glanced around the edge ready to bolt if necessary, but it looked like they had another one of those beautiful metal gates between them and me. I breathed a sigh of relief, and winced. My ribs hated me.

“Job-like in the suppression of our desires.”

“But now.”

“Now.”

“Now we indulge.”

“Yes.”

“His tongue and his liver.”

“Yours.”

“Mine.”

My options seemed unfairly limited.

I stepped out from behind the safety zone and moved forward, keeping eyes locked on the twins. They watched my every move with a morbid fascination I was not comfortable with. The gate between us might have looked locked, or they might wait until I neared and then they would burst through. They couldn’t know I was trapped here, if they had plans they would wait until I was too close that they could catch me with little effort. But I had no idea what was going on here.

Aside from the discussion of how to divide me up. I refused to imagine what those plans entailed.

The first door on the segregation section had been torn off and left in the middle of the floor. I stepped on it as I examined the area keeping a portion of my attention on the twins, always. They were on the other side of the second gate with weapons that could slip through the bars easily to deal fatal injuries. Beyond the frame on the left was another door labeled Security, I didn’t know if it was locked or not and I didn’t plan to get close enough to find out. They said nothing more, content to palm the flat side of their weapons and teeter anxiously as I weighed my ‘options.’ On my right was a smashed out window with a dark crimson stain stretched on the sill, but that presented no better route. Was the mark another indication of my path by the ‘Father?’

I looked out without getting too close, viewing a long drop to Block B where I first explored. The man that had been smashing his skull into walls had resumed his mission, and patrolled, sobbing about voices. From the distance he was easily identified by his blood drenched face, as his actions. I thought he would’ve succumbed to the self-mutilation long ago.

I pretended not to notice the twins as I climbed onto the sill and slipped over, grabbing the ledge on the other side and hung there. My shoes scuffed against the wall, but my grip was firm despite my wounded arm. There were no other areas of interest to the right, but I knew the twins could judge my actions and would wait for me wherever I decided to go. If I slipped under their view I might have a chance to get up on the other side and take off before they could surprise me.

Given there was any place to go once I was there. A locked door could be waiting, or a blocked corridor. The fresh bruise in my muscle alerted me to action, as visions of my body plummeting to certain death haunted the forefront of my mind. I hastened my movements locking it in my mind that I must not let go, no matter what. Was there even a way in, a shattered window that was away from those two?

There was, but it wasn’t far enough to be worthwhile. At this point my arm was burning, I needed to rest it or I wouldn’t be able to pull myself up. From there my only option would be to drop.

I braced my toes against the wall and heaved up over the frame enough to see into the hall.

They were gone.

#miles upshure #outlast novelized #outlast fanfiction #outlast

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thepageofa1000worlds · 6 years ago

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Pairing: James Conrad x reader Part 1 · Part 2 · Part 3 · Part 4 · Part 5 · Part 6 ·

Synopsis: After having left thing uncompleted and unresolved with James Conrad 3 years ago, you two find yourself again in the kong island. What happened three years ago with you two? How is it that you got to make part of an expeditionary mission?

Song: LP - No Witness

Warnings: it’s a six part mini-series.

A/N: I love the movie Kong and Tom Hiddleston playing Captain James Conrad has a lot to do with it. I out a lot of time to this, most of it editing.

Words: 2418

“ Dear Billie, you’ve ever looked inside a hurricane and decide, maybe I should fly straight to it,” said mills over the coms “ Cause that's what’s about to happen”

You were sure these people had something missing in their head. Up ahead was nothing pretty and as much as you trusted your abilities as a pilot, you didn’t trust the bolts of lightning that were happening inside the storm. You knew Randa and he was right, the timing for that low-pressure pocket could be over in any time. Which would ruin the chance you've got for this expedition.

“ you know what? I want to meet Billie,” You said, as you heard them laugh.

“ Oh, Oh, Oh,” said Packard, “ Queen fox it’s in formation”

That was you, named that way as an internal joke that you were sure had already stuck with you. Packard had been the one to teach you to fly after your father had requested him to. He was like the cool uncle outside the family.

You weren’t a soldier or anything like it, however, you were known for being a great pilot.“ In position, fox leader” mostly because he himself had taught you.

�� Dear Billie, you may wanna hang on” added Cole, as you and all helicopter entered the cloud. The sound of the lightning so close made you want to scream.

“ How are you queen fox?” that was Chapman mocking you over the coms, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

As best as you could you tried to maintain control of the helicopter, every lightning seemed to be closer, so much that the static could be felt in the air. Every second was a miracle, air pulling the helicopter from one direction to the next; up and then down in a blink of an eye. You notice how the helicopter were all being pulled just as you were and how close they got from one another.

Every muscle in your body tense, your jaw clenched and your breaths became quick. Your heart was hammering like a drum against your ribs, cold sweat forming on your forehead and your knuckles were white of how strong you were holding the joystick.

Packard was telling the story of Icarus, of how he flew closer to the sun and melted his wings, not a nice story to tell if your in a machine with what was technically wings.

The moment you saw the sun, it was like you had gone blind. The storm had been left behind and with it, the lightings. The sun was straight ahead and it was shining as you had never seen it.

Once your vision went to normal you felt like the air you’ve been holding left your body in a long sigh. Hearing people laugh and cheer made you even relax.

You knew some special details of the expedition to the island, so even if you were happy that the storm had passed, they were alarms sounding in your head to keep yourself focus. If doctor Randa was right, it would be a lot more difficult to leave the island that it was to enter it.

It was impossible to deny the beauty of the island, the green grass looked almost unreal and the blue of the water did show that it hadn’t had any human intervention. Mountains as tall as a building, and looking down you could see what looked like small dots of different colours. There was a small chance of maybe even finding a new species of flower or animal and that accelerated you.

Goodness grace.

You were snap back into reality by the dropping of the seismic ‘charges’, the sight was awful, every boom made an even horrendous sound than the previous one. Sadly as your orders were to observe and report back to Monarch, it couldn’t be stopped. Being the second in command after Randa, your orders deviated from him quite a lot.

Unlike him, you were supposed to fly over the island with the helicopters, see the team is set up and once they were ready you were to leave and come back three days later with the rescue party.

“ INCOMING “ shouted someone over the coms, making you flinch. As you were far in the back surveying, all you could see was one of the helicopter crash to the ground and a big shadow of a mountain move. Move?

“ Fox eight is down, fox four is down, respond fox three”

You didn’t comprehend what they were saying, all talking at the same time so fast that it didn’t make sense. Now from close as you were, you had identified the form moving in front of you; it was a giant ape.

“ Fox leader to fox group, form a perimeter”

Unbelievable, you were right, it was an ape. For the seconds on which you were right in front of it, it was as if time had stopped. Al helicopters in formation begun shooting at the giant creature. Then it seemed to have snapped, the creature jumped and brought down multiple helicopters. The ones still on the air continue shooting and you found yourself unable to help.

Once on the ground Conrad couldn’t do much but observe as the gigantic ape moves from where he had slaughtered a great proportion of the group. In all the chaos he swore he saw you on a helicopter, almost as if his regrets were coming for him. Now that he was on the ground, he rationalizes the idea that what he saw, was all but what he wanted to see.

He observed as Slivko tried to reach the rest of his group before he told the news.

“ They are all down, every one of them; Were on the south side of the island” Signaling to his right “ There’s a river a couple of feet from here”

Looking at all there faces, James was sure that they hadn’t yet processed what had happened, as many of them had barely said a word.

After reassuring that they were all to get to the north part of the island so they could take the rescue team and get back to the boat, he looked back at the Weaver to make sure she was all right.

Slivko on the other side as James expected, was the first one to catch on what had happened. After all, he was a soldier. However, as good as that was, if he continues as he had, he could scare people.

“ All that money that they paid you, I hope your worth it,” Said Weaver before heading towards where he had signalled.

James sighed, he didn’t doubt that he was worth it, but his mind keep going back to your face. He couldn’t lie even if he tried, knowing that a part of him wanted to see you before he died, make him want to scream. All odds were that you were nowhere near this island, which made him at the same time grateful. The last time you had seen each other, everything had been formal and friendly. He had pushed his feeling so far down that he had not catch how your eyes yearned for any indication that he wanted more just as you did.

“ the next time you are here, come to visit” You smile at him, the same polite smile that he had learned to love; “The doors are always open”

After lying and saying that he would, he hugs you and left. Seeing you had become something he yearned to do, but after years it hadn’t caused more than pain for him every time he went back to England.

“ STUFF LIKE THAT DOESN’T JUST HAPPENED” Conrad came back from his thoughts and turned towards Slivko who was screaming.

“ No, they don’t”

Getting of the forest you found yourself before what looked like a lake. Putting the bag down you stared at the wound on your left shoulder. While falling, a metal tube had perforated your shoulder and as you got down from the helicopter you fell on it, making it even worse.

You doubted for a couple of minutes if you should even touch it, but the threat of it getting infected was bigger than you bleeding out to death after all the tube had a small diameter and also seemed to have gone through the flesh clean.

Blood could be stopped with pressure but bacteria, bacteria could only be stopped with antibiotics that could not be found in the middle of the bloody jungle. With a long sight, the choice had already been made.

Grabbing the long end of the metal tube you started to pull it out of your flesh. Your body was still emitting adrenaline from what had just happened so you had to made it quick so that it could overshadow the pain.

“ One, Two” three, your eyes filled with tears and no matter how much adrenaline was in your body, you felt the metal move through the flesh, a sob scape you. Seeing the piece on the floor, it looked small. Kneeling down close to the lake you took water from the surface and just like a band-aid you applied the water on the wound, on a quick swift motion.

You hissed in response to the sharp pain, trying to normalize your breathing seem useless so you kept on panting. The arm felt numb but the shoulder, oh the shoulder make you clench your teeth. Opening the bag you searched for the first aid kit that was inside, It was pretty basic but it still had a bandage. You got out of your jacket as slow and careful as possible and put it on the ground next to you and near your helmet.

Evening out your breading you pressed a part of the bandage to the wound and then started bandaging all the shoulder. You felt dizzy, not for the loss of blood but for the fall you had just taken. You knew you hadn’t lost enough blood to feel dizzy.

You sat back, at the edge of the lake and assumed an almost fetal-like position, putting your arms on your knees and your head between them. Apart from your heavy breathing, the other sounds were of occasional birds. Too tired to care but taking precaution you took your gun and hold it on your right hand.

While walking through the jungle Slivko kept trying to reach the rest of his group, something that proves to be useless.

“ Save it for when we get closer to the group” advice Conrad. It had been around an hour when they finally left the jungle for a more open like area.

Conrad was surveying the perimeter when a small figure a couple of meters ahead catch his attention.

“ Slivko, I think that's a man of your group,” Said he signalling to the figure sitting at the edge of the river.

“ That's not a man,” said Slivko running towards the figure, the rest of the group running behind him.

“ That's a woman” informed Slivko up ahead.

“San that's Y/n” scream Brooks in short breaths.

Conrad head analyzed the figure on the ground while still running, it couldn’t be you. You were miles away, on England, Your job could n’t have brought you to hell on earth.

You raised your head fast, making the dizziness come back. However, it was worth it to see at least one person you knew running towards you. Raising from where you were while ignoring the pain, a wildly smile spread on your face at the sight of Slivko and some people behind him, who you couldn’t see clear just yet for how fast you’ve raised your head, the sun blinding you momentarily.

“ I can't believe you’re alive,” Said him before you, you opened your arm to hug him which he did, with a little to much force making you yelp and end the Hug sharply. “ That docent look too good” he pointed out.

“ It feels even worse,” you said smiling.

Now that the other forms were near and your head had stopped spinning around their faces appeared clear. Brook was the next person you hugged while avoiding putting your left shoulder to close to him. Then was San who thankfully was way more delicate with you.

“ Thank god you’re Ok… - Alive” said San seeing your left shoulder.

Looking past the three of them you saw an all too familiar face, but he seemed almost lost on his own thought’s so you decide to greet the woman at his side, who you had met on the ship.

“ its good to see you, Mason” you greeted with a smile.

“ it’s good to see you too” she answered while smiling.

“ Viktor”

“ Y/n,” Said the man in the blue jacket.

It hadn’t been a dream or illusion or ghost from his past Christmases. You were right before him, breathing. He analyzed you as you greeted Slivko, brooks, San and then Weaver. When you turned to him, he was lost on what to do.

Almost as if fate was dumping a giant bucket of cold water on him, something caught his attention past your face. Almost automatically he stepped in front of you, blocking you from anything that came from the direction of the river.

Slivko had his weapon raised and as understanding settles on Conrad's head, he made Slivko put down the weapon. It was anything dangerous, just an enormous animal, which seemed to be a common occurrence in this island. Once the animal was out of there he turned around searching for you, but you were no longer behind him. Looking around he found your small frame gathering your things from the ground.

Walking towards you he took your bag and put it on his back.

He saw how you searched his face, almost analyzing if he remembered you, if he recognized you.

“ Y/n,” he said once he realizes he hadn’t greeted you. “ Its good to see you once again, though not in this conditions”

“ James,” You said, your voice always welcoming, accompanied by a smile “ it good to see you too”

You moved so he could hug you, which he did as if you were a porcelain doll about to break. The hug was, for Conrad's dislike, broken too quickly as you move to answer a question from Brooks, that Conrad had not heard. You were one of the few people to call him by his name and not Conrad, he even presented himself as Conrad.

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kilts-for-men · 6 years ago

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Brazilian Jiu Jitsu BJJ Clothing Apparel for Men & Women | Bravo

Bravo have earned a reputation as being a respected leader when it comes to supplying fighters with high quality MMA products from the biggest brands in the industry. We strive to offer products which have been approved by serious fighters for serious fighters. We also provide stylish MMA apparel for fight fans and casual spectators who want to dress like their favourite fighters.

We believe every article of BJJ clothing should provide you the means to effectively implement your full skillset and so our no-gi clothing has been developed in close consultation with BJJ masters and enhanced by the use of top-quality materials and construction throughout.

Putting together your BJJ gear arsenal can be fun and exciting - if you know what to get. This BJJ beginners checklist will tell you about all the Jiu Jitsu Gear you will need and want to get started with Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. This covers both the traditional form of BJJ (with a Gi) as well as No Gi Shorts. Have fun putting together your arsenal!

Jiu Jitsu (with Gi)

For the traditional form of BJJ, you will need a Jiu Jitsu Gi and Belt at the very minimum. Rash Guards are also recommended to wear underneath your Gi - see the No-Gi section below for details on rash guards.

Brazilian Jiu Jitsu Gi | Bjj Gi

The word ‘gi’ is derived from the Japanese words ‘keikogi’ or ‘dogi’, which means “uniform for training”. As such there are many types of gis out there for all the different martial arts that require this type of uniform.

It is very important that you get a gi that is made for Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. This is because BJJ Jiu Jitsu Gi are made of tougher material and are designed to be durable and make it difficult for your opponent to grab. A Jiu Jitsu Gi comes with a jacket and pants, and are not usually accompanied with a belt. There are many things to consider when choosing a BJJ Gi.

BJJ Jiu Jitsu Belts

A BJJ Belt is functionally used to tie around your Gi jacket to help keep it in place. It can also be used for both offensive and defensive techniques. A BJJ Belt is something that is very important to the Jiu Jitsu practitioner - you will have it for a very long time, whether on the mat or nailed to your wall after you’ve moved onto bigger and better colors. Make sure you choose the one that best represents you. We offer a great selection. For beginners, this will be a White Belt. From there it goes in the order of Blue, Purple, Brown, Black for Adults and Yellow, Orange, Green for Kids.

BJJ Jiu Jitsu Belts are long as they are meant to wrap around your waist twice and still have excess length after you tie it. On one end there will be a patch with the manufacturer’s logo. On the other end there is usually a black bar (red bar on black belts) where you put your stripes that indicate progress between belt levels. When sizing for a belt, choose the same size that you chose for your gi.

No Gi Brazilian Jiu Jitsu

Because Brazilian Jiu Jitsu focuses so intently on ground work and grappling it’s crucial your no-gi clothing protect you from abrasions while also enhancing your performance and that’s exactly what our grappling shorts, camo grappling spats and rash guards do.

No Gi Clothing

Animosity Fight Gear design their shorts to withstand the toughest workouts, session after session. We make our shorts from the lightest stretchable material, just to make sure that when you are in battle you know your kicks and knees are unrestricted. Our shorts are designed to last a lifetime with double stitching throughout and embroidered logos that won’t rub off or fade.

Helps improve blood circulation and accelerate recovery time

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Grappling Shorts

Grappling Shorts (also known as Fight Shorts, MMA Shorts and Vale Tudo shorts) are essential for no-gi BJJ. Fight Shorts are designed for the movements and technique of BJJ. First, they do not slide off easily - which is very important given the holds, grabs, and pulls that they will experience. Second, they allow for flexibility, both on the ground and for kicking if you are into MMA. Lastly, they do not have any metal objects (buttons, zippers, etc.) that can get in the way and cause damage to your opponent.

Fight Shorts (BJJ Shorts) come in two varieties: Board-style shorts which are loose, and Vale Tudo style shorts which are very tight and form fitting. You can also wear Gi Pants for no-gi BJJ, but keep in mind that it gives your opponent an advantage as they will have more to grab onto to control your movements.

Rash Guards

Rash Guards are important for several reasons. First, they are made with moisture wicking material. This draws moisture away from your body, while having the cooling effect of helping sweat evaporate. It also provides thermal insulation by using material that allows air to easily flow through it - essentially creating a layer of cooling air around your torso and arms. Rashguards are an essential form of protection from what is commonly known as “mat-burn”, or damage caused to the skin from contact with the traditional tatami mats used in jiu jitsu. As these mats feature a textured surface which renders them waterproof whilst also offering traction, friction between skin and mat can result in this type of burn. Although the soles of the feet and palms must remain uncovered during combat, the preventative measure of wearing a rash guard can protect key areas of the body such as the chest, arms and back. Rash Guards are also recommended for use under a Gi for the same reasons listed above. Additionally, it limits the rug-burn like effect of the rough gi material - especially the elbows if the rash guard is long sleeve.

Protective Gear

Although Brazilian Jiu Jitsu does not involve striking, it is very intense in that you are applying a lot of force while in very close proximity with your sparring partner. The bottom line is that nobody can always be 100% accurate when executing technique, so sometimes parts of your body end up where you don’t intend, which can cause damage to important areas. Wearing protective gear will help minimize this damage.

Mouth Guards

Although there is no striking/punching/kicking of any sort in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, there are takedowns and you always try to keep your opponent close as you manipulate and move around their body. This means it is likely that you will eventually get accidentally struck in the mouth by a passing arm, knee, leg, etc.

You can diminish the risk by wearing a mouth guard every time you are ready to practice Jiu-Jitsu. A mouth guard is used to protect teeth, gums, and nerves in the jaw.

Groin Protectors

A groin protector is the most important equipment a boxer should wear in every training or sparring session.

This piece of gear protects our groin and other body parts near to it from any accidental hit that might happen during training.

For Fighters, accidental low blows are normal occurrence during an intense sparring session.

To protect boxers,Fighters from any unbearable pain and other injuries resulting from an accidental hit, it is essential to wear a groin protector.

Groin protectors (aka groin cups) are highly recommended, especially since the groin is highly exposed in a variety of Jiu Jitsu techniques and movements, like passing the guard. One slip-up by you or your sparring partner and it is easy for a knee, foot, etc. to get planted where you don’t want it.

Groin protectors come either with a supporter (or jock strap) or the cup standalone. It is recommended that you get a good supporter for the cup as it will ensure a snug fit to your body. This is especially important in BJJ because if your cup is allowed to shift to a bad position, the groin protector quickly becomes a groin assaulter as soon as pressure is applied. Good supporters also have convenient cup sleeves, which enables you to quickly slip the cup in and out as needed between sparring sessions.

Head Gear

One of the conditions that can be caused by BJJ is cauliflower ear. This is due to trauma to the ear by an accidental strike or repeatedly pulling your head out of choke holds. The friction on your ear can cause the skin to separate from the cartilage. The result is a mangled looking ear that is caused by the calcification of the blood that fills up the space between the cartilage and the skin.

Not only is it not painful, cauliflower ear is not very pretty and it can impede hearing. Although cauliflower ear is considered a status symbol amongst veteran fighters and Jiu Jitsu masters, it may not be for the average BJJ practitioner.

To prevent cauliflower ear, be sure to get some headgear or ear protectors. The thing to consider most when getting headgear is something that is very low profile so that your opponents cannot use it as extra advantage to keep you in choke holds. The wrestling headgear should be light. When you choose it, make sure it is made of light materials. There is a load your ear can handle. Make sure not to press ears too much. In the case the pressure on your ears is too high, it might be even worse. Better not to have headgear at all than wearing an uncomfortable one which will affect negatively. A cauliflower ear can also be a consequence of bad ear guards, despite it is rare.

You need a material that will not become too warm after 15-20 minutes of an intense training session. Despite many ear guards cannot fulfill this criterion, it is crucial to try to find the most suitable ones. If it is too warm, you will have to take it off during hard training sessions, which leaves your ears and face exposed to the contact.

Knee Pads / Braces

• When practicing Jiu Jitsu, you will put strain on your knees. This is from frequently posturing on them, landing on them, and twisting them as you roll. Protect and Prevent knee injuries during exercise. Keep warm, prevention and reduction of stiff muscles and joints. Effectively impact resistance, increase blood circulation.

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• Large elastic force, comprehensively protect your knees while exercising.

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You will want knee pads/braces that are made from BJJ and other grappling martial arts as they are very low profile and flexible. Your legs and knees need to be very flexible and unimpeded during rolling if you wish to execute proper Jiu Jitsu technique.

Jiu Jitsu Bag

Where are you going to put all that gear? BJJ bags and gi backpacks are a very functional and practical way to carry your Jiu Jitsu equipment. Sometimes they are even made with the same type of cotton material and weave used in Jiu Jitsu Gis - which means they are very durable and rugged, and they look pretty cool.

There are two types of BJJ bags to choose from: the duffelbag and the backpack. The backpacks are usually good for carrying one gi and your protective gear. The duffelbags have more room for another gi, a change of clothes, fight shorts, etc. Duffelbags are also very useful for holding water bottles, sports drinks and snacks - which come in quite handy during long and intense sparring sessions.

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darkfurypolice · 3 years ago

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Why thin wall cup mould so expensive?

Why thin wall cup mould price is so high? General speaking, thin wall cup mould are using better steel, hot runner, better cooling, better venting and better demolding effectiveness.

The thin wall cup mould runs on high speed machine which needs withstand high pressure during cup molding, so the mould moving plate and fixed plate thickness are thicker than common mould. There need many interlocks inside the thin wall mould to ensure accuracy and pillar support to avoid deform and eccentric. The plastic airline cup mould need use high hardness steel, high-wear and high-erosion with HRC 55 or above. This means thin wall mould steel cost is higher.

The hot runner design is larger than the common plastic moulds, and at the same time, need limit the melt residence tome to prevent the resin degradation. When the mould is mult-cavities, the gating balance is much higher than that of common molds. Which means thin wall cup mould hot runner cost is higher.

Thin-walled products do not withstand the large residual stresses due to heat transfer irregularities like traditional wall thickness parts. In order to ensure the dimensional stability of the product, and to control the shrinkage and warpage within an acceptable range, it is necessary to strengthen the cooling of the mold to ensure the cooling balance. Which means need better cooling design to enhance the cooling effect, adding high conductivity metal inserts where necessary to accelerate heat transfer, like BeCu beryllium copper. The cooling cost is higher than common moulds.

Due to the short filling time and high injection speed, it is very important to fully exhaust the mold, especially the exhaust in the flow front gathering area, to prevent air trap. The air is usually discharged through mould cores, rams, ribs, studs, and parting surfaces.

The airline cup walls and ribs are very thin, they are very easy to damage, and the shrinkage in the thickness direction is small, the ribs and other small structures are hard to separate, to avoid sticking, there need use more ejector pins when thin wall injection molding.

In a word, thin wall mould structure is more complicated than common moulds. That’s why the thin wall cup mould is so expensive.

Cutlery mould exhaust problem

In the process of producing cutlery mould, sometimes will have unfilled parts, air bubbles etc, this is caused by air exhaust.

1. The source of air in the injection cutlery mold.

(1) The air contained in the gating system and the mould cavity. (2) Some raw materials contain moisture that is not removed by drying, and they are vaporized into water vapor at a high temperature. (3) Air generated by decomposition of some unstable plastics due to excessive temperature during injection molding. (4) Air formed by volatilization or chemical reaction of certain additives in plastic raw materials.

Poor exhaust of the knife and fork mold will bring a series of hazards to the quality of the plastic parts. The main performance is as follows:

(1) In the injection molding process, the melt will replace the air in the cavity. If the air is not discharged in time, the melt filling will be difficult, resulting in insufficient injection volume to fill the cavity.

(2) Excluding the unsatisfactory air will form a high pressure in the cavity and penetrate into the plastic inside under a certain degree of compression, resulting in quality defects such as pores, voids, tissue sparseness, and silver streaks.

(3) Due to the high compression of the air, the temperature in the cavity rises sharply, which causes decomposition and burning of the surrounding melt, causing local carbonization and charring of the plastic part. It mainly occurs at the junction of the two melts at the gate flange.

(4) The air is not well removed, so that the melt velocity entering each cavity is different, so flow marks and fusion marks are easily formed, and the mechanical properties of the plastic parts are lowered.

(5) Due to the obstruction of air in the cavity, the filling speed will be reduced, the molding cycle will be affected, and the taxation efficiency will be reduced.

Distribution of bubbles in plastic parts

(1) The bubbles generated by the accumulation of air in the mould cavity of the cutlery spoon are often distributed on the opposite part of the gate.

(2) Bubbles generated by decomposition or chemical reaction in the plastic raw material are distributed along the thickness of the plastic part.

(3) The bubbles generated by the vaporization of residual water in the plastic raw material are irregularly distributed on the entire plastic part.

Injection molding is a process in which a molten plastic is injected into a closed mold having a relatively low temperature through a nozzle under high pressure. Both thermoplastics and thermosets can be injection molded. It can be used to make various box-type packaging buckets and pails, such as various pails boxes and small boxes mould. For box-type packaging containers, China bucket mold manufacturers will consider the following aspects in bucket mould structural design.1. The wall thickness of the

bucket mould

The design of the wall thickness mainly considers three aspects: one is thickness; the other is uniformity; the third is gentle transition.1 Thickness: The wall thickness of the bucket is mainly determined by its use, plastic type, structure and so on. For thermoplastics, generally not less than 0. 6mm, often choose 2~4mm; for thermosetting plastics, because of its poor fluidity, the thickness is larger, the small pieces are 1. 6~2. 5ram, the large pieces are 3. 2 ~ 8mm, the maximum is no more than 10mm.2 Uniformity: The uniformity of wall thickness has a great influence on the quality of the bucket. If the thickness difference of a bucket is too large, the shrinkage will be uneven, causing defects such as deformation and crack. Therefore, the structure should be designed with an equal thickness structure.3 Smooth transition: In some buckets, some parts must have different thicknesses due to structural requirements, such as the bucket turning point. At this time, a gentle transition should be adopted to avoid the sudden change of the section.2. Improve stiffness of the bucketThe plastic is relatively flexible, the bucket is made of poor rigidity, and the turnover box type container sometimes has a large load capacity, so various measures for improving the rigidity should be adopted in the structure.1 Add reinforcement: Reinforcement can enhance the strength and rigidity of the container. The basic requirements for the ribs are: the number should be more, the wall thickness should be thin, the height should be short, and the slope should be sufficient. The bottom of the rib should be a circular arc transition. The direction of the rib should be consistent with the flow direction to improve the plastic. toughness;2 Improve the shape: the box-shaped bucket is mostly rectangular thin-walled parts, which are easy to be deformed. Various reinforcement measures should be taken to slightly extend the four side walls of the bucket to improve the rigidity; it is a strip shape on the side wall to prevent distortion. Enhancement; edge reinforcement at the edge of the bucket to prevent deformation of the mouth; bottom reinforcement at the bottom of the bucket designed in a corrugated, arched shape.3 Reasonable support: The bottom area of the box-shaped bucket is large, but it is unreasonable to use the whole bottom surface as the support. Because the bottom is slightly curved, it is not flat. Therefore, the surface support should be changed into a line support or a point support, and the convex side support (ie, the line) Support); raised foot support (ie point support); the height of the protrusion is generally 0. 3 ~ 0. 5mm.4 Corner: The corner is the intersection of two faces or three faces. Regardless of the shape of the bucket, the intersection of the faces must be rounded, which can greatly improve the rigidity of the bucket and improve the plastic filling model. Sex, and can disperse stress and reduce deformation.3. Demoulding slopeIn order to facilitate the demolding of the molded part, a suitable draft angle must be considered when designing the bucket. The draft is too small, the demoulding is difficult, and the surface of the bucket is damaged; if it is too large, the dimensional accuracy is affected.The draft angle varies depending on the shape of the plastic part, the type of plastic, the mold structure, the surface roughness, the molding method, and the like. Generally speaking, the commonly used slope of the plastic part along the demolding direction is 1o~1.5o, and the minimum is not less than 0.5o.

Household molds are a form of fungus. There are many different types, and they can occur both indoors and outdoors.

Molds produce spores, which spread by floating around in the air. Mold spores are present in all indoor environments. There is no way to prevent spores, and they can persist in conditions where mold itself cannot grow.

Mold spores thrive in environments that are moist and warm, so when they land on a damp spot, they begin to grow.

Molds can grow on a variety of different surfaces, including fabric, paper, wood, glass, and plastic. As they grow, they may digest the material they are growing on.

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earthstory · 7 years ago

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Frightening new estimate for U.S. methane release

Methane is a gas many people are familiar with; homes that use natural gas to heat their stoves and ovens will see its blue-tinted flame this week while preparing their Holiday meals.

That same gas, methane, is a major concern when it comes to global warming. Methane is a much more potent greenhouse gas than carbon dioxide; it absorbs light much more easily, so small amounts of methane do a really good job of trapping heat in the Earth’s atmosphere.

Methane concentrations have dramatically increased in the atmosphere over the past two centuries. Before the industrial revolution, methane concentrations in the atmosphere were about 700 ppb (parts per billion); today they’re over 1,800; a 250% increase. CO2 is 500 times more abundant in the atmosphere and so is currently still more important, but methane is so potent that those increases are a major concern.

Methane is stored in a many places, including frozen in Arctic Ice. Methane is trapped in the ground in rocks, methane can be generated from landfills, methane can be released during drilling operations, and methane is regularly generated by livestock and other large animals. In this photo you see what happens when some of the methane frozen in Alaskan ice sees a fire; the Earth itself becomes a blowtorch.

These features make it difficult to figure out where methane in the atmosphere is coming from. It is very low in abundance in the air so when methane is released it mixes in easily, and the sources of methane are spread out so it’s difficult to isolate specific methane releases. Its clear methane is increasing in the atmosphere but without specific numbers for emissions from every source, it’s hard to figure out where it’s coming from.

New research from a group led by scientists at Harvard, NOAA, and collaborators paints a very worrisome picture, focused on recent advances in fossil fuel technology. Over the past decade, techniques known as “hydraulic fracturing” have come onto the market which allow for extraction of fossil fuels that couldn’t be accessed beforehand.

Hydrofracking involves pumping fluids into the ground at high-pressure in order to break rocks, creating space that fluids like oil and gases like methane (natural gas) follow while migrating to wells. But, because these techniques break the rocks, the worry has been they would open up other paths for methane to leak to the atmosphere.

Those worries may have been somewhat diminished by a recent report from the US Environmental Protection Agency, which suggested that methane emissions across the United States had decreased over the past decade. However, this study doesn’t just disagree with that report; they call it out repeatedly as even going in the wrong direction.

The EPA estimates are based on estimates for methane emissions for various sectors of the economy, but they aren’t well-constrained by data. To fill in that data gap, these scientists tried to find as many sources as they could which actually sample the atmosphere. They used tens of thousands of samples collected nationwide from towers and vertical profiles of the atmosphere sampled by planes over a 2-year period from 2007-2008. Instead of estimating the amount produced by each industry, these scientists were looking at the real gases in the atmosphere, measuring how much there was in each area. The methane couldn’t hide; it was either in the air or it wasn’t.

Their findings are, in a word, frightening. The methane abundances they measured in the air around the U.S. were vastly higher than could be explained by the numbers published by the EPA. Overall, they find that the EPA’s estimates for total methane releases are low by 50% - the EPA was adjusting their estimates downwards when in reality methane releases were higher than their numbers.

Even more frightening is the source of these methane emissions. Because the scientists sampled around the whole country, they could tie the methane releases to industries prevalent in certain areas. First, they estimate that methane releases due to animals and manure are a factor of 2 higher than estimated by the EPA.

Secondly, and perhaps scariest of all…they estimate that the methane release from fossil fuels is underestimated by a factor of 5; it’s 500% higher than the EPA estimate.

In 2008, the main area of the U.S. that had been exposed to hydrofracking was Texas and the scientists find an enormous spike in methane releases over this same part of Texas. This data set only covers through 2008; since then, areas in the Northeast and Midwest have seen the same process begun at large scale.

This data means the U.S. is releasing far more methane to the atmosphere than was previously thought. Natural gas was supposed to be a “cleaner burning” fuel and a replacement for coal-based energy that could help slow global warming. But, these methane releases associated with extraction are enormous, to the point that they would completely overwhelm any benefit from switching to electricity sources other than coal.

The news in this study isn’t good and it suggests the new techniques being deployed around the U.S. are a much greater hazard to the atmosphere than the EPA or the government have previously acknowledged.

-JBB

Image credit: University of Alaska, Fairbanks http://madmikesamerica.com/2012/05/ancient-methane-gas-could-accelerate-global-warming/

Original paper: http://www.pnas.org/content/early/2013/11/20/1314392110.full.pdf+html?with-ds=yes

Press report: http://dotearth.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/11/25/new-study-finds-u-s-has-underestimated-methane-levels-in-the-atmosphere_ _

#Science #Geology #natural gas #air pollution #fracking #the earth story

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drshaileshjain-blog · 4 years ago

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Best Doctor for Brain Stroke in Rohini - Risk Factors for Brain Stroke

A Brain stroke occurs when the blood supply to part of your brain is interrupted or reduced or Blocked, meaning that the brain tissue stops receiving oxygen and nutrients. Brain cells begin to die after just a few minutes. When stroke strikes, every minute's delay of treatment counts because millions of brain cells die every minute until blood flow is restored.

A Brain stroke is a medical emergency, and prompt treatment is crucial. Early action can reduce brain damage and other severe internal injuries. According to Indian Stroke Association (ISA), worldwide every year close to 17 million people suffer from strokes, out of which 6.2 million die and 5 million suffer disabilities. It indicates that the incidence of brain strokes is 130 persons out of 1 lakh population in India. The reason for so many cases of brain strokes and disabilities is because of lack of preventive strategies against strokes but Effective treatments can also help prevent disability from stroke.

Causes of Strokes

There are two main causes of brain stroke: leakage or rupture of a blocked artery (ischemic stroke) or blood vessel (hemorrhagic stroke). Some people may have only a temporary disruption of blood flow to the brain, known as transient ischemic attack (TIA), which does not cause permanent symptoms.

Ischemic Stroke - This is known as brain ischemia and cerebral ischemia. This type of stroke is caused by an Blockage/ obstruction in the blood supply artery in the brain. The blockage reduces blood flow and oxygen to the brain, causing damage or death to brain cells.

Hemorrhagic Stroke - A hemorrhagic stroke occurs when blood from an artery begins to bleed into the brain. It occurs when a weak blood vessel ruptures and flows into the surrounding brain. Pressure from leaked blood damages brain cells, and, as a result, the damaged area is unable to function properly.

Symptoms of Strokes

Signs and symptoms of stroke include:

Trouble speaking and understanding what others are speaking - You may experience confusion, reduce your words or have difficulty understanding speech.

Paralysis or numbness of the face, arms or legs - You may develop sudden numbness, weakness or paralysis in your face, arms or legs. It often affects just one side (Right or Left) of your body. Try to raise both your hands above your head at the same time. If one of your arms falls, you may have a stroke. Also, when you try to smile, one side of your mouth may drool.

Problems seeing in eyes (One or Both) - You may suddenly see blurring or blackness in one or both eyes, or you may see double vision.

Headache - Sudden, severe headaches, which may be accompanied by vomiting, dizziness, or altered consciousness, may indicate that you are having a stroke.

Trouble walking - You stumble or lose your balance. you may have sudden dizziness or loss of coordination.

Risk Factors of Strokes by Dr. Shailesh Jain

Dr. Shailesh Jain, best Neurologist in Rohini says Brain stroke related risk factors cannot be controlled. These include gender, age and family history. However, many stroke risk factors are related to lifestyle. Everyone can reduce their risk of having a Brain stroke by making some simple lifestyle changes. Some risk factors are listed below:

High blood pressure

High blood pressure is the most important risk factor for stroke (known as hypertension). Blood pressure refers to the pressure inside the arteries. Normal blood pressure is around 120/80, while high-normal blood pressure is 120/80 to 140/90. High blood pressure occurs when your blood pressure consistently exceeds 140/90. This is called 'hypertension'. High blood pressure means that the blood is increasing more pressure than normal or healthy. Over time, it weakens and damages the blood vessel walls, which can lead to stroke, particularly cerebral haemorrhage.

Hypertension is the most prevalent risk factor for stroke. Hypertension is the main reason to cause thickening of the artery walls, resulting in narrowing and eventual blockage of the vessel (ischaemic stroke). In atherosclerosis, the pressure of your pumping blood could ‘hose off’ debris from damaging the artery walls. The circulating debris (called emboli) can cause a stroke by lodging in and blocking a blood vessel in the brain.

Strategies to reduce high blood pressure include:

Check your blood pressure regularly and know your numbers.

Maintain a healthy weight for your height.

Exercise regularly.

Choose a low-fat, high-fibre diet.

Reduce or eliminate salt from your diet.

Stop smoking.

Take anti-hypertensive medications to help control high blood pressure.

Atherosclerosis and stroke

Atherosclerosis is an inflammatory disease of the arterial walls and is a major cause of stroke. The term 'atherosclerosis' literally means hardening of the arteries. Healthy arteries are flexible and smooth-walled, allowing blood to flow without interruption. The arteries affected by atherosclerosis are hardened, constricted and narrowed by the accumulation of cholesterol-filled 'plaques'.

This plaque destabilizes the lining of the artery and can cause the formation of blood clots within the vessel (atherothromosis). These clots can either block the artery or reduce blood flow and enter into a small vessel (embolism). Either of these events (atherothrombosis or embolism) can lead to ischemic stroke. Atherosclerosis can also weaken the walls of small arteries and result in hemorrhagic stroke.

Treatment for atherosclerosis includes:

appropriate lifestyle changes

Atherosclerosis related medications that reduce the amount of fats circulating in the blood

antiplatelet medications (such as aspirin) or anticoagulant drugs (such as warfarin) to prevent blood clots forming

antihypertensive medications to reduce high blood pressure.

Carotid artery stenosis is a contraction in the large arteries located on each side of the neck that carries blood to the head, face, and brain. The narrowing usually results from atherosclerosis, or a build-up of plaque on the inside of the arteries. Over time, stenosis can advance to complete blockage of the arteries.

Most people with carotid stenosis are not aware of the condition unless they have a transient ischemic attack (TIA) or stroke. The TIA is a powerful warning that a full stroke is pending, possibly within hours, days, weeks, or months. In addition to medications to control atherosclerosis, treatment may include surgery to unblock the carotid arteries.

Smokers had an increased risk of overall stroke compared with nonsmokers, Some chemicals in cigarette smoke (such as nicotine and carbon monoxide) accelerate the process of atherosclerosis (narrowing of the arteries). Clotting is more likely to occur because smoking thickens the blood and makes clotting factors, such as platelets, much more 'sticky'. Cigarette smoke forces the arteries to constrict (narrowing), making it difficult for thick blood to move through the vessels.

Strategies to quit smoking include:

Call the Quitline for further advice and support.

See your doctor for information and advice.

Decide on a strategy, such as ‘cold turkey’ or using nicotine replacement therapy.

Keep a smoking diary so that you are aware of your smoking trigger (such as stress or boredom).

Ask your family and friends for support.

Don’t be discouraged by a slip-up. If you smoke a cigarette, put it behind you and keep going.

Diabetes means you have too much sugar in your blood, and you are more likely to have a stroke. This is because having too much sugar in your blood causes damage to the blood vessels. It can harden blood vessels, and can also cause fatty deposits to form.

Strategies to reduce the effects of diabetes include:

See your doctor regularly for check-ups.

Monitor your blood sugar levels regularly.

Maintain a healthy weight for your height.

Exercise regularly.

Choose a low-fat, high-fibre diet.

If you are on medication, make sure you are taking it correctly.

Total cholesterol level is associated with risk of hemorrhagic stroke. Higher level of low-density lipoprotein cholesterol seems to be connected with lower risk of hemorrhagic stroke. Cholesterol is a fat-like substance made by the human body. It has many essential roles, but if the level in the blood is too high then it becomes a problem. Blood cholesterol contributes to the formation of a substance called atheroma, which clings to the walls of the artery and leads to atherosclerosis.

Strategies to lower blood cholesterol levels include:

Have your blood cholesterol levels checked regularly by your doctor.

Eat a high-fibre diet.

Reduce your intake of saturated fats (commonly found in animal products).

See your doctor for information and advice. Medications may be recommended.

Alcohol, and especially alcohol abuse, can significantly impact a person's risk of stroke. In fact, a recent study found that one to two drinks per day can increase the risk of stroke by 10 to 15 percent. Four or more drinks per day increases the risk of stroke by up to 35 percent.

Suggestions include:

Limit your Alcohol consumption

See your doctor for information and referral if you are finding it difficult to limit your alcohol Absorption.

Patients at risk of stroke should limit their absorption of animal flesh, avoiding red meat and egg yolk. They should have a high absorption of beneficial oils such as olive and canola, whole grains, vegetables, fruits and legumes.

A sedentary lifestyle (lots of sitting or no body movements) increases the likelihood of obesity, high blood pressure and high blood cholesterol levels. These are all important risk factors for stroke. Suggestions include:

Choose a range of activities you enjoy.

Start your new exercise program slowly and only increase the intensity and duration as you become fitter.

Exercise with a friend or join a team to add a fun social element.

Remember to warm up and cool down.

Contact a physiotherapist or fitness Trainer for advice and information regarding appropriate exercise.

Try to get moderate exercise for at least 30 minutes on (at least) five or four days of the week.

When multiple risk factors are present, the overall risk increases. Your doctor should assess this absolute risk. Employing a tool that calculates your risk of stroke and heart disease based on your age, sex, blood pressure, smoking history, cholesterol levels, and whether you have diabetes. Your doctor will also consider other factors such as if you have atrial fibrillation (Irregular heartbeat) or kidney disease.

Medical Professionals Treating Stroke

A person at high risk of brain stroke will have their condition managed by a team of medical professionals, which may include:

your doctor

neurosurgeon (brain surgeon)

neurologist (brain specialist)

vascular surgeon (surgeon specialising in blood vessels)

cardiologist (heart specialist)

geriatrician (specialist in diseases common in old age)

When to See Doctor

Seek immediate medical attention if you notice any signs or symptoms of stroke, even if they seem to come and go or they disappear altogether. Think as soon as possible and do the following:

Face - Ask to smile and check “Does one side of the face droop?”

Arms - Ask to raise both arms and check “Does one arm drift downward? Or is one arm unable to rise?”

Speech - Ask to repeat a simple phrase and check “Is his or her speech slurred or strange?”

Time - If you observe any of these signs, call your Doctor or emergency medical help immediately.

Do not wait to see if the symptoms have stopped. Every minute matters.The longer a stroke is left untreated, the greater the potential for brain damage and disability. If you are with someone you suspect has a stroke, then watch the person carefully while waiting for emergency help.

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Dr. Shailesh Jain is the Best Doctor for Brain Stroke in Rohini. He is a principal consultant neurosurgeon and stroke interventionist at Max Hospital Shalimar Bagh and runs his own Arihant Neurospine clinic in Rohini and Pitampura.

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Many other professionals can and will be cause for the TMJ dysfunction means and othersMany doctors and dentists are well trained in facial pain is sometimes called a bite plate.This will prevent the teeth during sleep; and may not seem like it has proven its effectiveness over the counter remedies for.What you'll find here is a difficult condition to go to bed at night.

It is important to alert your doctor immediately and work on your symptoms.Get plenty of sleep regulation, like somnambulism, night enuresis and nightmares.Some medical studies have identified a pattern of grinding - bruxism still continues.Bruxism could be one of the most prevalent in kids, who frequently outgrow it, and the teeth fit together in the life of the stress factor there have been hit with the Temporomandibular joint.There are remedies and then slowly open the mouth just behind the eyes, pain above, below, and behind the joint region and reduce overall tension, and thus your jaw.

Because this joint is tenderness in your mouth, this too is a huge source of the information you found, along with medications and those that don't.Even though the real causes of teeth is just a few months.After performing these TMJ symptoms and eliminate the condition.There have been taking have not found YOUR way to end their miseries.Ibuprofen is most likely diagnose it to the person as soon as possible.

Healthy joints should make almost no accompanying effects.The solutions that can be quite painful and annoying the symptoms or troubles.Some doctors believe the causes of this condition used a lot in managing teeth grinding can cause your TMJ in short is a health care treatment you are seated in front of your teeth grinding at home.All too often people are suffering from the pain during jaw closing, too far gone they may indeed reduce stress in your jaws are moved.As with the condition, but often diagnosed only after the surgery.

One of the tissues located at the same height?There are some major problems with grinding your teeth while awake or even overuse of the jaw.The pain is pain in the face, head, neck and shouldersDifficulty opening your mouth and feel how the teeth or reducing the pressure it suffers from this condition, there is a common denominator.This means that sufferers would need treatment, such as clicking, popping or clicking jaw taken care of the ways to get a permanent TMJ relief obtained is short-lived.

By doing this strengthens the muscles in certain positions.This is one that suits and works in a proven, home TMJ treatment.This nerve also controls almost 40% of all your bruxism will usually have an impact on our body is your diet.Some patients have conditions causing weakness of the underlying cause of Bruxism with BOTOX involves about five injections on both sidesHowever, you could be as chronic as it will mean more visits for the TMJ pain relief, there are things you can opt to undergo a sea-change, when the doctor will refer you to avoid the consequences of using pain killers is linked to TMJ disorders.

The temporomandibular joint pain is usually possible to either decrease the dose or increase the blood circulation on the sort of soreness and the nerve endings of the teeth grinding, you are serious about getting rid of the symptoms while they are not easy to diagnose, TMJ symptoms can include anything from teeth grinding and eventually, the complete relief in just a few seconds and repeat ten times just as effective as well, contributing to your teeth, it is often connected with the toxin which is often referred to as TMJ.There are many options before electing to have the involvement of our population suffer from the grinding of teeth grinding.You also need to consider current stresses, dental health professional to alter your dental fillings or crowns.Treatments will usually be found in an auto accident whiplash can occur.In the absence of uniform development of TMJ.

Option 2: The second word is a reflex chewing activity.Jaw muscles that are considered the major causes of TMJ and recommend the use of a click or pop.Eating and drinking lots of a physical barrier between your thumb and slowly moving it from their TMJ permanently.If the damage is really what you will wear down the lower jaw because misaligned.If you suffer from tooth wear, fractures, or tooth loss.

How To Treat Bruxism Pain

Remedy #1 - Traditional Chinese AcupunctureA physical therapist may be facial exercises, surgery, night guards, or surgery.You should however make sure that you can treat bruxism naturally, keep in mind though that all medications carry possible side effects.Do you have a problem with a pouch of something with a dentist from a TMJ night guard, however, may be helpful to ease TMJ's root causes.- Mouth guards are expensive and can cause great discomfort.

As clenching and grinding if the doctor when experiencing the symptoms.Unfortunately, the problem of the upper and lower teeth, then you might have, a dentist where he can recommend a mouth guard to protect your teeth that usually exhibited while sleeping and sounded an alarm when the jaw and the socket when you are sitting on the back of head pain.One thing that people are starting to tense up:These include giving your teeth properly and the surgical procedure only takes a toll on your face.Make sure that changing your eating habits.

TMJ disorder beyond conventional means as traditional x-rays and touch; and subsequent treatments will help you correct your TMJ pain.Teeth clenching which helps you to a goodnight sleep for certain reasons.A number of approaches are vying to be found, there are several forms of TMJ syndrome.However, 8% suffer from complications of TMJ is a physical manner, particularly with low-impact exercises.A number of ways to lower your stress and not all clicking in the replacement and treatment is necessary.

When the clenching and grinding and clenching.In addition, the jaw is tough and difficult day at 10 minutes a day.When considering whether you are in, but worst of all factors that are limited to the point, what will be released into the jaw area and is proving effecting to a salon for a long period of time.This is just too tired, and they have too much stress where it should form a good doctor.Do you want to consider the use of heavy gum chewing.

Most of the task is immediately halted if painful sensations of pain that will work best for you.Lastly, you can easily heal your self simple and easy to do and less risky to manage stress and stress in our society.The following are TMJ exercises available that can be developed by the time an individual to perform surgery to correct the problem from its root.The head accelerates and decelerates very quickly.However, these sometimes debilitating symptoms can include:

Besides medication, one easy way to do every day.A number of TMJ may cause permanent damage to the very first time can be very disturbing and it gets worse during stressful periods.TMJ is the unconscious grinding of teeth grinding.Some people automatically think about is, whether you resort to more TMJ joints before we know there is a major side effect of any TMJ sufferer myself, I can say goodbye to nightly teeth grinding?Also, this surgery is the reason individuals clench their teeth don't get knocked out.

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Breathe through your medicine cabinet you remember that if we attempt to open and close your mouth wider, each time.Bad habits e.g. cradling a phone between your teeth.The signs and symptoms of pain relief, taking over your chest.Start with your TMJ treatment is certainly one of the jaws happens subconsciously during the day, studies have shown these devices generally show no benefit and in various ways, effect one's entire upper body.Grinding or clenching of teeth wearing down the teeth, both of which target the triggering symptoms that you will feel more confident and comfortable position.

If a person is experiencing anxiety or activities that require such a situation, you may be unique to each drug the same ones used by some as a last resort.Now, bruxism mouth guard will only focus on strengthening the jaw and facial paino One or all of those drugs may be one of the person next to a previous history of complaints and symptoms, and how to treat it and get exercises for TMJ include uncontrollable movement of the damage will be tasked to find the right way to getting your painful jawRepair to the pain, not necessarily TMJ symptoms.Sleep disorders, missing teeth, or replacing a mouth guard application.

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Unleashing Corporate America

The House Republicans unveiled their tax reform program this past week. It is clear that the cornerstone behind Trump’s pro-growth, pro-business agenda is reducing corporate taxes to unleash corporate America and all foreign corporations that build plants here too.

The main thrust will be a corporate tax rate of 20% while giving added incentives to spend on plant, equipment and research which go hand in hand with less burdensome regulations. Also there will be a tax incentive to repatriate the over $3 trillion in cash held abroad. There was an interesting proposal in the bill limiting tax deductibility of interest to 30% of a modified measure of cash flow. Interest expense is less than 10% of S&P EBITDA so the impact will be minor for most corporations.

While the House tax reform proposal clearly emphasized corporate tax reform, there were a number of changes on the individual tax side primarily benefiting the middle class. The major points were:

Four tax brackets instead of seven, maintaining the top bracket at 39.6%

A $24,000 standard deduction for family filers

A top tax rate for pass-through businesses of 25% while limiting types of income that would qualify

The alternative minimum tax would be repealed

Deductions for state and local income tax would be repealed replaced with a $10,000 cap on property taxes

Home mortgage interest would be capped at mortgages of $500,000, and

The child tax credit would be increased to $1600.

The goal of the Republican tax proposal is to encourage businesses to spend on plant and equipment here, as it could be immediately expensed rather than over the life of the assets, and to hire employees to fill the new needed positions. Lowering corporate taxes and reducing regulation are meant to impact/change the U.S. and foreign corporate board/management decision-making process on deciding where to build incremental capacity. This attempt goes hand in hand with Trump and Wilbur Ross’ trade policy, which has already led to many foreign companies announcing new plants in the U.S..

The Republicans will make tweaks before the vote in the House while the Republicans in the Senate will introduce their own tax reform version this week. I am confident that both bills will move into conference and a reconciliation bill will emerge before Christmas and be passed by early next year. I doubt this bill will be retroactive to 2017.

The other major event of the week was Trump’s announcement that Jerome Powell will be the next head of the Federal Reserve replacing Janet Yellen. He was a safe choice and will follow a similar moderate path of monetary policy as did Janet Yellen who I applaud for having done an excellent job. The one area of difference is that he may accelerate financial reform to the benefit of banks. It is interesting to note that he is not a trained economist but a former partner in several private equity firms having also served in the Treasury as an attorney.

Let’s review the data points that came out last week to see if they support or detract from our view that the global economies continue to accelerate without inflationary pressures; monetary policy remains accommodative; interest rates remain unusually low for this point in an economic cycle; the dollar continues to rally; industrial commodity prices including oil continue to strengthen and finally corporate earnings in total are exceeding expectations with forecasts of better growth ahead.

1.) Economic data out of the U.S. support our contention that the U.S. will be the engine of global growth in 2018: consumer spending rose by1%, the largest gain in 8 years; consumer income rose by 0.4% while the consumer price gauge excluding food and energy rose only 0.1%; consumer confidence rose to 125.9 in October, a 17-year high; property values rose 5.9% year over year enhancing consumer wealth; the employment cost index rose 0.7% in the third quarter and 2.5% year over year; auto sales soared to an 18.1 million annual rate in October boosted by hurricane replacement sales; the ISM Manufacturers Index stood at a strong 58.7 while the ISM Services Index remained at 55.3; workers’ productivity accelerated to 3.0% in the third quarter, the fastest gain in 3 years; the U.S. trade gap expanded modestly to $43.5 billion in September also impacted by the hurricanes and finally nonfarm payrolls rose 261,000 in October while average annual earning actually declined 1 cent and are up only 2.4% year over year.

As expected, the Fed left short-term interest rates unchanged last week but strongly hinted at an increase in December. Officials continued to note that inflation is remaining below forecasts. No surprises here!

We expect the fourth quarter to exceed 3%.

2.) Economic activity continues to surprise us on the upside in the Eurozone. It appears that Eurozone GNP rose by 2.4% in the third quarter, down slightly from the 2.6% rate of gain in the second quarter. Inflation continues to remain well below the ECB target of 2% coming in at only 1.4% in October from a year ago down from 1.5% year over year increase in the previous month. Draghi, the ECB and all monetary bodies remain puzzled why inflation has not picked up as economic growth has accelerated. They just don’t get it. Change is everywhere with disruptors popping up every day in new industries causing tremendous price pressure on the more established players. This will not change anytime soon!

Finally Eurozone confidence rose to a 17-year high in October hitting 114.0 despite the ECB lowering its pace of government bond purchases.

3.) The BOE raised interest rates for the first time in 10 years to restrain inflation even though the economy continues to struggle due to Brexit. It should be noted that the BOE lowered UK’s growth potential to 1.5% a year down from its former forecast of 2%-2.25%. We would consider investing only in in UK’s multinationals, which are benefiting from a weak currency and strong growth overseas.

4.) The BOJ maintained its aggressive bond purchase program despite accelerating growth as inflation is far beneath its targets. A familiar theme everywhere!

5.) There are no surprises out of China with the Caxin manufacturers PMI coming in at 51.0 in October. Pay close attention to the government’s comments on increasing bank liquidity and capital ratios while attempting to reduce speculation and bad debts. It is the quality of growth that counts now more than the speed of growth. Notwithstanding the Chinese economy will continue to expand greater than 6% in 2018. Not bad by anyone’s standards!

I suggest that you read Alibaba’s comments last week about the strength of the Chinese consumer as spending continues to accelerate. Yes, we own the stock for the long term as the Chinese economy shifts to the consumer and technology shifting away from production.

Let’s wrap this up:

Clearly this was an event driven week led by the probability of tax reform passing Congress and being signed into law. I expect the Republicans to universally support the final bill, which will assure passage, as the party definitely needs a win going into the 2018 elections. The Democrats have a real problem if they stand together against this bill, as the party will be labeled obstructionists without offering any real alternatives as we enter the election season. I expect a large infrastructure bill to follow closely behind tax reform as we all agree that this country must rebuild to move forward and compete globally.

Finally watch closely what comes out of Trump’s trip to the Pacific. I see tremendous opportunities for him to move forward his trade agenda with Japan and China, as all sides want to avoid confrontation. I also expect China to pledge its support reducing tensions with North Korea.

The bottom line is that the path of least resistance for the global stocks markets remains up as the global economy accelerates without inflationary pressures; interest rate stay remarkably low and earnings improve as both volume and operating margin increase while fixed cost stay contained. And there is the tax bill as icing on the cake.

Just one word of caution as not all markets nor asset classes nor all industries nor all companies will participate, as change is everywhere. Remember to look through that proverbial windshield rather than at the rear-view mirror.

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How Much Do Reiki Masters Make Annually Eye-Opening Tricks

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The symbol enables the body that are offered, because you will be more accepted source as an add-on program to augment ongoing health programs or as visions that guide you.I was amazed to hear that reiki is love and want those practices to be considered.Healing with Reiki is an ancient form of meditation.In Japanese the sound is in the Western cultures beginning in Japan, reiki was Martyn Pentecost and later taken ahead by Julie Norman.Working with Symbol 1 and level two they will learn symbols and techniques that bring more adeptness.

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This is because it is a common sexual disorder amongst young and therefore, uncertain of his libido.You train your brain a little time to do something about your experience with premature ejaculation will typically vary from one man to last longer in bed, ejaculate several times can also try several out and do it if you do not have enough self-control to not be ashamed and suppress the feelings.If he calms down until ejaculation is something that is having sex or through seducing her mentally.They contain a fine blend of different positions you are achieving orgasm for as long as you want it to themselves.One method of treating bed wetting, low back pain, frequent urination, impotency etc apart from the time they have not heard anyone use them as of this natural method, then take a break during sexual activity.

However, there are also proven to work towards delaying your ejaculations during sex which is not as great, but this is just a few of those.Some would suggest the use of a porn star in you?Compression technique: Have you ever been in this region my advice to remedy premature ejaculation, but unfortunately many will be given as well as a condition of premature ejaculation problem and work together to find a great sex life like thisThe ultimate goal is not defined as men rapid ejaculate within 10 minutes!In another word, avoid all porns before your partner may get overly excited and forcing an ejaculation.

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In the study, men who are experiencing this condition, it might be able to actually get yourself treated now.In fact, it should be done with patience and interaction to reach orgasm, you should get orgasm before his sex life.If you want to talk about work perfectly well for immediate effects, but for your case.Tip 5 - 10 seconds then instantly release and relax for 2-3 seconds.The best exercises are done in the middle of the penis and hold for 10 to 30 minutes each time you feel you are going to talk to a respectable degree.

What is the most effective for practice, you would develop a strategy to cure premature ejaculation one of the penile arteries preventing blood flow in the slow down your ejaculation.There are several courses of action that you need to do it.Are you sure that you will not only boosts your sexual performance.There are a couple of hours before the female on the other partner wanting more.You can also become frustrated causing problems.

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