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droctaviolovecraft · 3 months ago

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TW: Body horror, violence/gore, incest mention

ANM-047: Inbred Knight (REMAKE)

"Decapitate traitors as I decapitate enemies of the family."

Identification: Inbred Knight

Responsible Researcher: Dr. Öctavio Kalev

ANM #: ANM-047

Classification: Assistant 🔵 | Contained ⭕️

Type of Anomaly: Literary, medieval, mutant, historical

Type of Damage: Radioactive, immunological, physical, military

Containment: ANM-047 must remain housed in a Class-2 humanoid containment chamber, measuring 9 meters in length, 2 meters in width, and 4 meters in height. The chamber is built from ANM-035 material, reinforced with a 40 cm thick specialized alloy coating, while the access door is made of titanium, protected by biometric locks requiring Level 4 authorization. No personnel without prior approval may enter the chamber, and interaction with ANM-047 is restricted to authorized individuals of noble European lineages, particularly the Habsburg lineage or Spanish nobility.

Due to ANM-047's extreme violence and insatiable hunger for human flesh, no fewer than four armed security agents must be stationed outside its containment at all times. In the event of a containment breach, the immediate lockdown of the underground levels of the MOTHRA facility is mandatory, followed by attempts to persuade ANM-047 to return to its quarters. Should this fail, incendiary protocol systems must be activated to subdue ANM-047 until re-containment is achieved.

ANM-047 may be used in battles or against internal enemies within the MOTHRA Institution, having been classified as an 'Assistant.' It will follow the orders of MOTHRA superiors without hesitation.

ANM-047's chamber must remain decorated in a medieval style, containing a collection of historical texts related to medieval Spain and the Habsburg dynasty. Interaction with these items seems to pacify ANM-047, reducing its violent outbursts. Under no circumstances should electronic devices be introduced into the chamber (except for a gramophone), as ANM-047 exhibits severe technophobia, reacting violently to modern technology.

Female staff members are prohibited from entering ANM-047's containment.

Description: ANM-047 is a severely deformed male humanoid, standing at an extraordinary height of 2.52 meters and weighing approximately 590 kilograms. ANM-047 appears to be of Spanish descent, with DNA analysis suggesting a high degree of consanguinity, particularly among descendants of the royal family of the Habsburg house.

ANM-047 is always dressed in an ancient medieval knight’s armor, stained with blood and encrusted with dirt, which seems to have fused with its flesh. Attempts to remove the armor have resulted in extreme violence from ANM-047. The armor bears the marks of a 17th-century knight and is believed to be from the period of Habsburg monarchy rule in Europe.

ANM-047 possesses a combination of genetic mutations, physical deformities, and mental issues, as detailed below:

[[collapsible show="+ List of identified genetic mutations of ANM-047" hide="- Close list"]] • Exaggerated Mandibular Prognathism

ANM-047 has severe mandibular prognathism, with a prominent, bulbous lower jaw. This feature seems to be exacerbated by other combined genetic conditions, resulting in a deformed and disproportionate appearance of the jaw.

• Combined Acromegaly and Gigantism

ANM-047’s body exhibits clear signs of both acromegaly and gigantism, resulting in a dense, robust body structure, significantly abnormal even for those with these conditions.

• Wide, Bulbous Nose

ANM-047 has an extremely wide and bulbous nose, a common feature among craniofacial deformities.

• Excess Teeth

ANM-047 has a total of 192 teeth in its mouth, arranged in two rows above and below the original set. The front row appears to have grown over the previous teeth, giving the subject a type of "triple jaw" formation that is abnormal and compact. These teeth have never been cleaned, worn down, stained with blood, and containing human remains.

• Kyphosis

ANM-047's spine is curved, resulting in a significantly hunched posture due to kyphosis, giving the entity an even more imposing and inhuman appearance.

• Cranial Elephantiasis

ANM-047’s head is significantly enlarged, displaying signs of cranial elephantiasis. This condition makes the cranial cavity much larger than normal, intensifying its facial deformities.

• Photophobia

ANM-047 has extreme sensitivity to light, a condition known as photophobia. Its eyes are adapted to dark environments, reflecting its comfort in dimly lit, medieval settings. Despite this photophobia, it has extraordinarily sharp vision in dark environments, a biological adaptation that allows it to hunt and attack in low or no light conditions.

• Enlarged Muscles and Ribcage

Although its muscles are not apparent at first glance, ANM-047 has a significantly larger muscle structure, hidden by layers of fat. Its ribcage is also enlarged.

• Two Human Hearts

ANM-047 possesses two fully functional human hearts, which likely contribute to its superhuman strength and endurance, ensuring efficient blood circulation.

• Superhuman Strength and Endurance

ANM-047 exhibits strength and endurance far beyond normal human capacities, enabling it to perform extraordinary feats, such as crushing stones and various metal bars.

• Swollen and Deformed Feet

ANM-047's feet are swollen and deformed, possibly due to congenital conditions or its many mutations. However, this does not appear to impact its mobility or agility, earning the nickname "elephant feet."

• Addiction to Human Flesh and Blood

ANM-047 has an extreme addiction to consuming human flesh and blood, with a particular preference for babies and virgin women. Its hunger for human flesh is insatiable, and it becomes increasingly aggressive when deprived of this food source.

• Technophobia

ANM-047 exhibits an intense aversion to almost all modern technology, preferring medieval scenarios and objects. It tolerates only an old gramophone introduced into its containment, which seems to calm the entity, especially through calm music or songs reminiscent of the empire.

• Thick Neck and Protruding Brow Bones

ANM-047's neck is extremely thick, and its brow bones are prominent, likely a consequence of its acromegaly. This characteristic adds to its brutish appearance.

• Tumors and Swellings

ANM-047 has an abnormal number of cancerous tumors and swollen areas scattered across its body. These areas are especially concentrated on its neck, where tumors dominate the skin. Its skin is thin, clinging tightly to the abomination's body, making some veins and fluid within the tumors visible.

• Mental Instability and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder

ANM-047 suffers from severe mental instability, frequently experiencing panic attacks. The entity shows clear signs of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), linked to traumatic experiences from its distant past.

• Universal Alopecia

ANM-047 has no body hair, including hair, eyelashes, and eyebrows, due to universal alopecia.

• Cleft Lip

ANM-047’s upper lip has a congenital cleft, a condition known as a cleft lip, adding yet another deformity to its already grotesque appearance.

• Gardner's Syndrome

ANM-047 exhibits symptoms of Gardner’s Syndrome, a rare genetic condition. As a result, it has additional teeth growing in the roof of its mouth, contributing to its dental abnormality.

• Arachnodactyly and Polydactyly

ANM-047 has elongated fingers (arachnodactyly) and polydactyly, with its right hand possessing 8 fingers and its left hand 10. These extra fingers are fully functional.

• Dolichostenomelia

ANM-047’s arms are disproportionately long (dolichostenomelia), extending down to its knees. Interestingly, its legs are of “normal” size for its height, creating a strange and disproportionate contrast.

• Facial and Cranial Asymmetry

ANM-047's facial and cranial structure is highly asymmetrical, resulting in an even more monstrous and disfigured appearance.

• Crooked Eyes

ANM-047’s eyes emit a characteristic light blue glow, and they are crooked and misaligned, with the right eye positioned several centimeters above the left, both eyes sunken deeply into the skull. [[/collapsible]]

Behaviorally, ANM-047 exhibits extreme aggression, particularly towards individuals without noble European heritage, with a preference for attacking those not connected to the Habsburg lineage. ANM-047's preferred method of attack is decapitation, usually using an ancient, enormous axe he carries with him, which he has named 'Der Enthaupter,' to easily sever the heads of his victims. In addition to his axe, ANM-047 carries a shield adorned with a human face, believed to be made from the skin of a previous victim’s face.

Besides showing an intense preference for consuming human flesh, ANM-047 can metabolize a human corpse entirely, leaving only residual bloodstains within a few hours. This behavior suggests an extraordinarily efficient digestive system, although the mechanics of this are still under investigation.

ANM-047 possesses immense physical strength, easily overpowering most personnel. X-ray images have revealed that ANM-047 has two fully functional human hearts, which may contribute to his extreme strength and durability. ANM-047’s additional fingers are fully formed and functional, though their presence suggests a high degree of genetic instability. X-rays have also shown that ANM-047’s skeletal structure is denser than that of the average human, possessing a bone structure similar to that of 'Homo Neanderthalensis,' indicating evolutionary retrognathism.

ANM-047 demonstrates a deep connection to the Habsburg royal family, specifically Charles II of Spain, whom he claims as his father. Genetic analysis supports this claim, showing remarkable genetic similarities with the infamous Habsburg lineage. ANM-047 displays a near-fanatical loyalty to the memory of Charles II and expresses a desire to "serve the lineage" by protecting and avenging those of Habsburg descent.

ANM-047 has also been confirmed to have congenital insensitivity to pain (CIPA), making him immune to damage that would otherwise incapacitate a human. Despite the severity of his deformities, ANM-047 does not display signs of discomfort or limitations from his condition, never stopping while in combat or when focused on a target. If struck forcefully, his numerous tumors can burst, releasing a yellowish, sticky liquid that can spread over a large area depending on the tumor's size. The liquid is highly toxic and radioactive, capable of causing deformities and various cancers over time, with a death probability of over 100%. The tumors tend to regenerate and grow over time, apparently keeping the anomaly "healthy" in some sense.

Blood tests have indicated that ANM-047 is highly inbred, with an origin of extreme inbreeding and incest, his inbreeding coefficient surpassing 1.959 coi, compared to the previously recorded highest value of 0.353 coi, belonging to the granddaughter of Charles II of Spain. The individual constantly complains of pain, and due to his conditions, he also has difficulty speaking, always speaking in a muffled and strained manner, maintaining a strong Spanish accent with a hoarse and deep voice. He is also capable of speaking French, Medieval English, Portuguese, and German. The subject tends to speak as if from the Middle Ages, maintaining the posture and behavior of a guard.

Addendum 047-A: Further analysis of ANM-047’s axe revealed that the weapon was forged in 1666, during the height of the Habsburg Monarchy's influence in Europe. ANM-047 refuses to part with the axe under any circumstances, indicating a deep sentimental attachment. Tests have been initiated to determine if the axe has any anomalous properties. The axe has a dark handle, and the blade appears to be silver, still considerably sharp despite significant rust, measuring 205 cm. ANM-047 jokes about the possibility of causing tetanus to the "enemies of the empire."

ANM-047 has requested:

15 (fifteen) prostitutes. (Under consideration)

30 (thirty) newborn babies. (Under consideration)

A Habsburg royal family flag. (Granted)

A Brazilian empire flag. (Granted)

A Habsburg coat of arms. (Granted)

A photograph of ANM-047 dressed in a Spanish military uniform. (Under consideration)

A portrait of Maria Antonia of Austria. (Granted)

Medieval torture instruments, including sexual torture devices. (Denied)

Permission to hold an orgy. (Denied)

Permission to return to service in the Spanish imperial army. (Denied)

Permission to care for other staff members’ children and babies. (Denied)

Exotic animals, including a lion. (Denied)

10L of wine. (Under consideration)

Visits from female staff members or test subjects. (Denied after ANM-047 attempted to ████████ a prisoner.)

Researcher's Footnotes: 1: Books and other items in the anomaly's quarters, such as a phonograph, help to keep the entity calm, and perhaps the phonograph is the only modern object that the entity does not fear. 2: Mandibular prognathism was common among Habsburg family members, and one of ANM-047’s most prominent features, along with his tumors. 3: The creature’s weight is likely due to his various deformities, such as swollen areas and blisters on his neck, in addition to the subject being clearly overweight. 4: The creature’s teeth seem to be "pushed back"; his mouth full of teeth likely helps him to easily consume human parts. 5: ANM-047’s skull appears to give him extra protection, even with the full suit of armor. 6: The warrior's muscles seem "fatty" yet powerful.

Journal of Theosbaldo von Habsburg (translated from Spanish)

Date unknown, the journal was delivered by Dr. Öctavio Kalev in an effort to allow ANM-047 to record his possible origin as a pastime.

[...]

The honor of the Habsburgs runs through my veins, though they are infested with the corruption of centuries of inbreeding. I was raised to serve, fight, and protect the lineage that gave me everything but also robbed me of myself.

I remember my childhood well, though the memories are blurred, like shadows dancing around a fire. It was a time of glory and fear, where the winds carried the scent of blood and steel. I was raised in a dark castle, surrounded by tall, cold walls, while whispers about our lineage spread among the shadows. "The Habsburgs are the chosen ones," they said. "But there is a price."

That price, I see now, was me.

From a young age, I was told that my deformity was a divine sign, that my immense strength and size were not curses but blessings. The prognathism that stretched my face, the bulges that grew on my skin, and the teeth that appeared in improbable places... were witnesses to my pure lineage, the will of God.

I was named captain while still young, not by merit, but by blood. I marched in the name of the Habsburgs, decapitating traitors and enemies, eliminating any threat to the throne. The axe I carry, Der Enthaupter, became my only true companion, as the weight of my flesh dragged me further into the shadows. As the years passed, my body swelled, and each battle seemed to feed the sores that infested my body.

Charles the Second, my father, was my guide. I served him blindly, without question, for he was the king, and I, his sword. However, the wars I fought changed me... or perhaps it was something else. I remember the fever that took the castle, a disease that did not affect common mortals. It was something reserved for us, the pure, the noble, the cursed. My skin began to stretch, tumors emerged on my arms and neck, and my mind was lost in the memories of screams and blood.

It was at the Battle of Montjuïc that everything changed. We were surrounded, and I was the last line of defense between the rebellion and the fall of the crown. When I brought my axe down on the last man, I felt something inside me break. I heard a scream—not human, not earthly—and when I looked at my hands, I saw that they no longer belonged to a man.

My exile was immediate. My own father, whom I had faithfully served, ordered that I be removed from his sight. There was no mercy in his eyes. I was now the monster he had feared to create.

The castle, once my home, became my prison. Isolated, I was left to rot in my own flesh. Doctors came with masks and prodded me with tools I barely understood. They whispered among themselves, laughing at my noble roots. I heard it all, but I did not understand why the candlelight seemed so fierce to my eyes.

The nights became endless, and despair set in. But something changed. A hunger grew, a hunger I had never known. The animals they brought me did not satisfy. It was then, in a desperate act, that I devoured a servant. His blood, his body, brought me peace for a moment, as if my soul were sated. However, it marked me forever as the monster I now am.

Now I am here, contained by the children of technology, weak beings who rely on their machines to live. I despise them. My soul cries out for the glory of the past, when the blade of an axe and the cry of battle were all we needed.

My name is Theosbaldo von Habsburg, Blood Captain of the House of Habsburg. I was born to serve and fight, and that will be my fate until the end of time. They will keep me here, but not for long. I will return. And when I do, I will bring the chaos and justice that my lineage deserves.

Until then, I wait. Like a caged animal, I await the moment when blood will flow again, and the enemies of the Habsburg family will know true terror.

"I am the guardian of the empire, and the blood of traitors will never be forgotten."

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not-that-dillinger · 10 months ago

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Ed couldn't take his eyes off the computer, and it took him a moment to process what Sam had said.

Technically, he wasn't supposed to know about the digitization project; it had been a military contract, all clandestine with NDA's and excessive background clearance and stuff, but. after five years of prison, Edward Dillinger Sr. held an ocean's worth of anger about what had happened, and only person he could take it out on.

"The MCP," he said, as though barely breathing. "I--I know they say Tron destroyed the one on the server but--" Ed reached into his pocket and pulled out the still damp cleaning cloth for his glasses. He slipped off his glasses and rubbed at the lenses with them, though it was more a nervous habit and he didn't seem to realize he was only getting them streaked again. "--he said there was an unfinished backup copy, and thought there might be residual data that hadn't been purged. Before I--" He fell silent, staring intently at his glasses in his hand and still rubbing at the lenses, expression twisted in deep thought as he attempted to figure out how to explain the situation without bringing up the restraining order.

"He was trying to replicate the laser," Ed muttered. "The Data Wraith project, he called it... He was convinced the MCP would be the key to it's success."

He took a shaky breath, his hands still, but still staring at the lenses in his hands without really processing what he had done.

"Please tell me it's gone. That its data's been purged."

(Combining: GUEST : for one muse to offer the other a place to stay. STORM : for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. Same universe as prev Ed and Sam rp?)

Sam had been tucked away in the basement of The Arcade, coding on The Grid’s terminal, so she didn’t hear the sound of the rain right away. When she did however it snapped her out of her trance. A jolt of slight panic coursing through her. The bike!

She raced up the stairs, pushing away the TRON machine she had moved back into place behind her so that Marvin didn’t wander in when she was working, and raced past the other covered, but no longer dusty, cabinet machines in the arcade till she was at the door, swiftly unlocking it. She paused under the covered threshold of the entrance when she saw just how much water was falling out of the sky. That was definitely one hell of a storm.

Well. It’s not like she was going anywhere anytime soon.

She flipped her hood up and walked out to the street towards her Dad’s… well her, Ducati now, kicking up the kickstand and grabbing onto the handlebars to walk it under the covered threshold. She lifted her head up when she heard the shuffling of feet and some splashes nearby. At first she didn’t recognize him through the rain until he got a bit closer. She lifted one of her arms, waving it slightly as she called out to be heard over the pounding of raindrops and howling wind.

“Ed! Hey! Over here!”

She rested the Ducati against the wall, still waving with her hand as she held open the door of the arcade to invite him inside.

@iamnoprogram

It was one of those days where Ed couldn't go home. One of the days where he was afraid of what he might do if he left his thoughts to wander. Usually he would stay at the office and code until he passed out at at the keyboard, but his meeting with Mackey earlier that day had been... it had been a lot of things, but certainly not good. Draining, mostly. And for reasons Ed wasn't quite sure of, it brought up old ghosts that Ed still couldn't put to rest. They were the sort of ghosts that made his office, which was normally a refuge, feel downright oppressive.

He'd hoped that a long walk would exhaust him enough that he could go home and pass out as as soon as he got to bed.

He'd been walking for about an hour and a half when the storm hit. It was one of those rare deluges came so suddenly, and so intensely, that LA's near non-existent storm drainage system quickly overflowed and flooded the streets. The kind he'd only seen a handful of times in the twenty-some-odd years he'd lived there.

Between the dark, and the rain fogging up his glasses, he had pocketed the glasses in hopes of preserving them when he inevitably tripped over his feet, and resigned himself to shuffling blindly back toward the tower and his car.

Not that he had any idea whether it would be better to go home or stay at the office.

He hadn't been walking back long when he heard someone calling his name, though it had still been long enough that he was thoroughly drenched, and shivering mildly from the cold. He froze in place on the sidewalk, having to take a moment to identify her by voice, since he was all but entirely blind.

"...Sam?" he asked, then realizing where he was, and that she was the only person likely to be there. He glanced both directions, and, seeing no lights, nor hearing any vehicles (there rarely were; this part of town had been all but abandoned since he was in middle school), shuffled across the street, navigating toward Sam by voice alone.

"Hi Sam," he said awkwardly, stepping under the eaves. "Uh, thanks," he said awkwardly, hesitantly following her into the Arcade.

#/* anyway I am sorry Ed for digging up childhood trauma <- I’m not that sorry but still feel bad */#/* <- there was very little in the first two decades of his life that wasn't traumatic... */#/* ...and considering where he works and how most people see him it is very easy to run into unfortunately */#/* but gothca about Alan and Lora */#/* may need to do some plotting to reconcile contradictory bits of Sam's and Ed's cannon but I pick and choose with 2.0 anyway */#/* Escpecially the bit about Lora dying. I refuse to acknowledge that part. */#/* Also: Beck in the User World??? */#/* ...oh I now have an interesting (read: angsty) idea for his backstory: */#/* ...what if instead of Alan getting kidnapped in the 2.0 story line it's him? */#/* I already say Sr. threatened to do it but... */#/* thinking shortly after he gets hired at Encom Sr kidnaps him and uses him as a test subject for the data wraith program... */#/* ...there is absolutely an AU where Ed trapped Sr. in a drive or killed him in self defense to go along with that but uh... */#/* will need to think either of those through... */#/* ...some day I will add some fluff to Ed's backstory but that day is not today... */#rp #muse: ed dillinger jr #rp-047 #iamnoprogram

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alwaysteveswife · 1 year ago

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Hi, I've seen your work and I really love it, I'm anxious to see what you do in Midnight with Eddie's story 😁, I wanted to ask you for a one shot of Eddie, if it's not too much trouble, meeting reader for the first time with this prompt 047. the bottom of a huge library, surrounded by books, when a black book falls from the highest shelf. would he try to talk to her? Or would he look at her from afar, thank you so much from before, it doesn't have to be right away, I understand you might be busy 💖💖.

Thanks for being so nice 🤧 and sorry for the delay, it hasn't been my week 🤧 buuuuut, here's the result ^^ I hope you like it.

Ever since you arrived in San Francisco, all you wanted to do was go into the library a few blocks away from your new home. It was, simply put, the place of your dreams. It was made of brick, a vine covered its walls, leaving only the windows free to let the sunlight in during the day. The door was made of glass, golden letters with the word "local library" rested impeccably on the transparent material. Ever since you set foot in the city, all you wanted was to go in there, take a book with you and walk to the coffee shop in front of it, be able to drink your favorite coffee and enjoy a good read while listening to the ambient music that the place had. Yes, a dream come true.

It took you much longer than planned to be able to carry out that plan, you had forgotten how busy it was to move. A week had passed, most of your furniture had a place, your clothes were still in the suitcases, but you weren't too worried about it, it was a quick thing to fix, and your eagerness to get into the place was significantly greater.

It was five o'clock on a Saturday afternoon, you remember it very lucidly. You opened those big glass doors and held in a gasp of excitement as you saw how big and beautiful it was inside.

The whole place was covered with small plants. Hundreds of shelves surrounded the place, all divided by sections, from children's literature to economics books.

Mischievous laughter caught your attention, you almost choked when you noticed that it also had a children's section that tried to encourage reading among the next generations through art and creativity.

You closed your eyes and mentally screamed at the sky, you were in fucking heaven.

You spent the afternoon among shelves, books and plants, too excited to notice what was going on around you. You had visited almost every section, except for one; recipe books. You were never great in the kitchen, you weren't bad, but you preferred to save yourself the suffering of accidentally cutting yourself, or putting too much salt in a meal, or, in the worst case, almost burning the kitchen, so you were never too interested in the subject. Despite that, you shrugged your shoulders and walked into those aisles, looking at the odd one or two that had a cover that made your guts growl with hunger.

The next thing that happened was a bit of a blur, it happened so fast you weren't even sure what had happened. A loud thump on your back sent you crashing into the bookshelf in front of you, causing one or another book to swing off its perch. You, who were too busy rubbing your head and cursing whoever had pushed you, completely ignored the fact that one of the books was about to fall on your head. By the time you realized it, the book was almost on your head, what's more, you were already assimilated, you could feel the bump start to grow and the pain create a crystalline layer of water over your eyes, yes, you could already feel even the ice pack to ease the pain.

"That was close" muttered a man behind you. It took you a while to realize he was holding the book just above your head, "Are you okay?".

You turned around to get a better look at him so you could thank him properly. You almost choked when you saw him from the front.

He was taller than you, had big brown eyes, his hair was long and messy, barely kept in a low bun. His smile was so friendly you almost couldn't believe it belonged to him, a guy with body tattoos, an ear piercing and a very 80's rock outfit.

"I'm so sorry, my niece is kind of hyper" an embarrassed chuckle escaped his lips, bringing his hand to his hair and messing it up slightly.

You looked to your left as you noticed a small pink shadow move. A little girl, no more than 7 years old, was standing next to you. She had her brown hair tied up in a messy braid with a pink bunny pin. She looked nervous, her paint-stained hands fiddling with the skirt of her kitten dress gave her away instantly.

"Jessica Taylor Harrington, come apologize to the lady."

You almost had a heart attack when you heard what he called you. God, was all your bad luck finally fading away? Was this a sign that you were made for life in San Francisco?

"I'm so sorry, Miss Pretty," the girl murmured, her fingers intertwining with each other, avoiding your gaze at all costs, "I didn't mean to hurt you."

It almost melted your heart to see her little eyes look at you with sorrow and regret. You weren't a fan of children, but there was always an exception, wasn't there?

"It's nothing, don't worry" you smiled as you watched his face light up as she looked at the man from earlier. He smiled back, giving her both thumbs up in excitement, the black book that almost fell on your head rested under his arm.

"Alright, let's get this back where it belongs and-" the man's voice lowered its volume as he paused on the book's cover, "Oh, lucky you" a bright smile crept onto his face, showing the book to Jessica, "isn't this the one your dad needed?"

"Yes!" squealed the little girl, bouncing in place. Sooner rather than later, her uncle started jumping up beside her, carrying her in his arms and laughing. "Let's go to daddy!"

"Yes, let's go to your dad" he replied teasingly, turning his back on you and walking to the counter near the entrance.

"Wait!" you yelled before you could even think about it. It didn't take you long to close your eyes tightly, mentally claiming yourself for doing something like that.

The man turned around, his eyes fixed on you, a smile still on him. You felt your heart race as you watched the sunlight hit his back and made him glow.

"Yes?" he asked in a soft voice. The little girl in his arms watched you two curiously, her small hands wrapped around Eddie's neck.

"Thank you, for catching the book" you smiled embarrassed, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "Could you, I don't know, tell me your name? I want to know what the guy's name is who just made me save an ice pack."

You smiled as you heard him laugh at your joke. You liked that sound, it looked good on him.

"I'm Eddie" he held out his free hand to you, shaking it as soon as you wrapped yours around it.

"Y/N, a pleasure".

"Well, see you soon" he murmured, his hand still entwined with yours.

You nodded, your cheeks lighting up quickly. "That I hope, Eddie".

He just smiled back at you, this time a little wider than before. He pulled Jessica up a little higher, walking over to the counter and resting the book on it.

"Were you flirting with Miss Pretty?" the girl said, giving him a playful look that Eddie knew all too well.

"Of course not" Eddie whispered, hoping you didn't hear what he was saying.

"Liar" she laughed, hugging Eddie by the neck tightly, "mommy and daddy will love the news."

Eddie just rolled his eyes, knowing what was coming next. Jessica would run to the coffee shop across the street and tell Steve everything, Steve would tell his wife everything, and finally the three of them would pester him about this incident for the rest of his life. At least, Eddie thought, Jessica had helped him be able to talk to you instead of standing there for almost an hour staring at you from afar.

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#stranger things #fanfic #stranger things au #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things fics #stranger things fluff #stranger things blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #stranger things imagine #eddie stranger things

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choco-pudding · 2 years ago

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Space Channel 5 Part 2: Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book p. 090-095 (Translation by @lavoszero and myself. Edits and typesetting by myself)

Third part of Report 4.

Imgur link to all of the Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book translations we’ve done thus far.

Plain text below

p.090 Channel 5 HQ · Recording Studio A

Dancing

Ulala’s Stars: 10 So, the Channel 5 director, Space Michael, was captured in the Recording Studio. This dance battle against Shadow looks tougher than normal, since his turns get progressively longer and longer. But still, Ulala… it was pretty cool that you got to dance with Space Michael… You'll have to handle the secret input together…

“Space Michael!“

10.

035 🠩 036 🠩 x 037 🠩 x x 038 🠩 x x x 039 🠩 x x x 🠮 🠬 ⬇ 040 🠩 x x x 🠮 🠬 ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ 041 🠩 x x x 🠮 🠬 ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ x x x

11.

042 🠮 x 043 🠬 x x

Sweet! 86

Right

p.091

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044 x~ x 045 ⬇~ x 046 x x x 047 x o x 048 o o o 049 o o o 050 🠩 051 🠮 052 🠬 053 ⬇ 054 🠩 🠮 🠬 ⬇ 🠩 🠮 🠬 ⬇ “Tonight it’s Beat It!” ⬇

“Yeah, 110% groovy, baby!” [33]

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Toyota

p.092 Channel 5 HQ · Recording Studio B

Finale!

Ulala’s Hearts: 1 Everyone follow me!

Left! Down! Up!

Sweet! 88

Honda

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★ Ulala and Peace as Told by Space Michael ★

Space Michael's involvement in the incident is as follows. First, he orders the Special Report Team to be dispatched upon hearing the news of the incident. Later, when the Special Report Team was away, he was captured and forced to dance by the Rhythm Rogues' dance beams. He lastly assisted Ulala in stopping the broadcast of the "Purge TV Show." This is confirmed by the Space Channel 5 recordings and by the officer who accompanied them at the Mystery Zone and the Space Arena. There can be no doubt about it. Moreover, no new facts were presented when Space Michael was interrogated. For these reasons, we're refraining from publishing Space Michael's comments on the incident. But we would like to share some excerpts from his comments on Ulala's dance moves and President Peace's singing voice.

"Ulala's dancing has improved tremendously recently. She really has soul. It's a wonderful thing to be able to energize people though dancing. I hope she keeps dancing."

"President Peace's voice makes people feel calm. It also has a unique feeling of inclusion that comes from the heart that I really admire. I think his voice is one of Earth's greatest treasures."

In a related subject, there was a interview with Space Michael in the magazine "G.Q.C.Q Spring Quarterly Special Issue", page 49, "Space Michael's Point of View", edited by Nezumi Gray, non-fiction writer, where he speaks more about Ulala and Peace. This is presented below. On the page, Michael's comment "you dance pretty good" is analyzed with a series of photographs and his commentary.

"I've seen many stars over the years. Artists, writers, singers, dancers, performers, conductors and… it's an endless list. And many of these stars don't end their careers without a single moment of success, they live out their careers to the fullest. Except for punk rockers who burn through their brief limelight and dramatically disappear from the stage. There are only a few who can be called stars nowadays. Or rather, few outside of the entertainment industry. A good example would be President Peace, who manages to charm people despite his status; and Ulala, the Space Reporter. Ulala saved me after all (laughs). The singing and dancing energy from the both of them could burn the place to the ground and outshine the moon."

Sweet! 89

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The Best Dances of Ulala Selected by Space Michael This is the dance Ulala performed in Report 1, during her face- off with Kin, Kon, and Kan. With all the rescued passengers backing her up, and the hype of encountering her first "boss battle," it’s clear she’s pumped up and dancing her heart out. When most force themselves to make precise movements, they usually end up looking stiff and poorly exaggerated. But not this funky gal. Her dance moves are always on point and on fire. It just comes naturally to her.

Tap Tap Tap Clap-Clap Tap Tap Tap Tap!

Sweet! 89

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p.095

This dance is from Report 2, right after she rescues Mr. Nervous and President Nervous. Each step feels warm and welcoming, like a gentle hug. She is performing for the Space Primary Schoolers after all. She’s way too cool to be a babysitter, but I think if she were to host a kids' show, the rating would easily exceed 100%. She's just that heartwarming and charming. Her clothes are also on point. The Floral Suit is perfect for this dance, no notes.

Ba Baa Ba Baa Baa-ba Da-na Na-na-na Ya ho!

Perfect! 91

Up Down Up Down Up Down Up Down Up Down Toyota Toyota Toyota

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Four in front. Four on back page

Project Garden

Photo Album

001. Profile Picture. Subject

002. Photo of PG Business Card

003. PG Office Door

004. Subject’s Home

005. Park

006. Library

007. Workplace

008. Corner Store

009. Gym

010. College

011. Doctor’s Office

012. Church

013. Bank

014. Bed Room

015. Bathroom

016. Kitchen

017. Sitting Room

018. The Computer

019. The Truck

020. Bookshelf

021. The Street

022. Drive Thru

023. Theater

024. TV

025. Closet

026. Mail Box

027. Refrigerator

028. Grocery Store

029. Book Store

030. Thrift Store

031. Video Camera

032. Personal Phone

033. Participant Ring

034. Letter 1 from PG

035. Project Garden Handbook

036. PG 1st Package: Outside

037. PG 1st Package: Puzzle Box

038. Puzzle Box Opened: Key

039. Key put in a plastic bag

040. Plastic Bag put in drawer

041. Letter 2 from PG

042. Journal

043. Duffle Bag

044. PG 2nd Package: Outside

045. PG 2nd Package: T-Shirt

046. Pic of Sub. in shirt in public

047. Subject meets Field Agent

048. FA gives Sub Present

049. Present: Gas Mask

050. Subject wearing Gas Mask

051. Closet - Full

052. Closet - Half Full

053. Full Open Duffle Bag

054. Closed Duffle Bag

055. Sub. meets with FA again

056. Duffle Bag Switch

057. Closet – Half full with G. Bags

058. Subject meets the Specialist

059. Specialist brings crate to Sub.

060. Crate in Sub. home

061. Sub open crate.

062. Sub put item together. ½

063. Sub goes for a drive

064. Sub gets a Happy Meal

065. HM extra: in black bag

066. Blk Bag: Black Discs

067. Black discs in eyes of G Mask

068. The Crib from the Crate

069. Sissy’s 1st diaper

070. Sissy’s 1st bottle

071. Sissy’s 1st wetting

072. Sissy’s 1st messing

073. Sissy’s 1st changing

074. Sissy’s 1st dress

075. Sissy’s 1st onesie

076. Sissy’s 1st pacifier

077. Sissy’s 1st nap

078. Sissy & Stuffty

079. Sissy’s 1st crying

080. Time out

081. Wash Mouth with Soap

082. Baby Shower

083. Feeding Teasing

084. Bath Time

085. Easter Egg Hunt

086. Horsey Ride

087. Beauty Pageant

088. Potty Training

089. 1st day sissy school

090. Writing on the Chalkboard

091. Snack Time

092. Take Temperature

093. Enema

094. Kiddy Pool

095. Bath Time

096. Car Ride

097. Public Changing

098. Oatmeal in diaper

099. Ice in Diaper

100. Pre Used Diaper

101. Wash Mouth with Soap

102. Nasty Milk

103. Scare the Baby

104. Easter Egg Hunt

105. Carried like a princess

106. Taking Medicine

107. Vinegar Binky

108. Straight Jacket

109. Drunk Baby

110. Baby Sitter & Baby

111. Sleep Over

112. Bare Bottom Spanking

113. Hump Toy

114. Rubs

115. Yellow Snack

116. Skipped Changing

117. Doctor Visit

118. Spreader Pants

119. Weighted Clothing

120. All fours on a Leash

121. Eating out of a dog bowl

122. Full Diaper Spanking

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Poedit Cut/Unused Content: A Malpractice of Doctors

Was curious if we were ever meant to know specifically what becomes of Gemma, so here's 300some entries of medical merriment. These are all under Gathering_of_Doctors. Arthur's lines are bold.

001 Hum. No receptionist.

4 - 24 (minus 23, "Gin!") is the conversation between the three Doctors about Gemma and her notes.

046 There's no other way across to the blockade controls. I'm going to have to become a test subject.

047 Ohhhh, I hope I don't regret this.

049 Let's see what I can do to this with my trusty frammistat.

This PA announcement is separate all the rest of them and refers to a cut part of the quest.

048 Attention all staff. One of our test subjects has been found unconscious. A Downer may be running loose in the facility. Please consider him armed and dangerous. Be on your guard.

049 HE'S OPENED THE STREET BLOCKADES! SHUT THE SHUTTERS! CLOSE ALL THE SHUTTERS!

049a I can't just flip the switch. I'm going to have to mangle this mechanI'm good and proper. Extract some parts, for example.

050 CODE BLUE! CODE BLUE!

052 Sorry, sir, There's no visitors to the Health at the moment. They are preparing for a convention of sorts.

053 Well, there's no point in my going in there, anyway. Not till I get a frammistat from the Department of Scientific Something Or Other.

054 Oh, for heaven's sake. Maybe there's another way in.

56 - 70 is the conversation between the woman and the Doctor when you come out of the checkpoint, where she's mad about the pie shop being quarantined.

071 Sounds like I better round up a frammistat myself, or I've got a long wait ahead of me.

071a First stop: Department of Scientific Research.

072 Well, isn't this a sparkling affair. I didn't know we even had this many doctors.

074 I hope I have enough mojo. This is the last place I want them to sniff me out.

076 Well, this should be fun. A building full of fanatics who can smell me. Naked among wolves.

78 - 104 are PA announcements. Just included the cut ones.

094 The quarantine floor is currently under quarantine. If you need access to the quarantine floor, please see Dr. Milton for a keycard.

100 Don't miss the closing party at the Deaf Institute! All attendees are invited, along with their wives. Rumour has it that the Make Believes will be performing, but you didn't hear that from me.

102 If you need your Uncle Jack fix, there is a television in the nurses' break room. If you're very nice, the nurses may even let you watch!

104 Dr. Arnold, your wallet has been found at registration. Please see Sophia Jex-Blake for its return.

106 I need to get to the quarantine floor.

108 How do I get to the elevator? I don't think I want to mingle with this crowd.

110 Oh, bugger. I'm going to have to go up into the rafters, aren't I.

112 I really, really hate heights.

114 Why is the safest route always in the ceiling? it's because God hates me, isn't it.

116 Oh, of course. The quarantine floor is under quarantine.

118 I sort of doubt Dr. Milton is going to give me a keycard. Maybe there's one in his office.

120 - 138 is Dr. Defoe's musing aloud.

Dr. Ridgwell's demonstration was originally longer and more detailed.

144 We thought that if we applied electrical stimulation to the Broca's Area, we might enable the subject to speak. Which would have proved obviously useful.

140 So that was rather disappointingly inconclusive.

142 However, our next electrode proved far more interesting.

146 We had a subject in stage 1 of the plague, just beginning to revert to Old English.

148 We even had a linguist ready to translate.

150 But we obtained a very odd result. I'll just use a bit of juice here.

152 WEANA GEHWELCNE!

154 As you can see, the patient immediately goes into the well known late stage plague frenzy.

156 Removing the stimulus returns the subject to catatonia.

158 Re-applying the stimulus again...

160 SIDRA SORGA!

162 An interesting side-effect of stimulating the brain in this manner is that the development of the plague seems to be accelerated quite a bit.

164 Although the subject was in Stage 1 at the application of the stimulus, she was in Stage 3 after only half an hour of repeated stimuli. Normally the transition takes days.

166 FROFRE NE WENAN!

168 Oh dear. I see that my subject has expired. Ah, well. That concludes my presentation. I'll be taking questions after we've all had our lunches. Enjoy!

170 Well, I'd better get going before someone notices I'm not wearing a hat.

172 Now, Dr. Hardy, where do you keep your keycards?

174 No, that's not it! It doesn't work that way.

176 I have it in my office! I'll find it and bring it to you. You just -- I'll come find you.

178 I could swear it was on my desk.

180 Well, then it must be in my desk.

182 Where is it? My filing cabinet?

184 Ohhhh, I feel so stupid. Where is it?

186 "No, those are the nuts." But what's the setup?

188 Damn it. Where did I put my book of party jokes?

190 Aha! The keycard! Off to quarantine I go! Yay.

A little jumbled at this point, but it looks like Arthur would swap places with a female plague victim, pretend to have plague himself, and participate in the Coconut experiment on purpose in order to get to the other side of the quarantine grid.

192 That's the quarantine grid!

194 ... On the other side of the thick plexiglas. I need a way to get over there.

195 Ahhh, there you are! We've been waiting for you.

196 So I have to go through the Quarantine Ward. That doesn't sound terribly jolly.

197 Just get in the nice, comfy chair, please.

198 How long until the coconut Joy takes effect?

199 There we go. Lovely.

200 Give it a few minutes. Or you could just ask her if it's a lovely day.

202 All my conversations with plague subjects are rather one-sided.

204 Why, can't you speak Old English? it's easy. Semper ubi sububi. Wellington Wells omnis divisa est in five islands. Hah hah hah hah ha.

206 Have you ever ridden it yourself?

208 I don't particularly want to see the stimuli, do you?

210 The Test Alley is the quickest way to Ward B. Otherwise you have to walk all the way downstairs, and across, and through the--

212 I'd rather not see the stimuli. Especially the final one. Whatever it is.

214 There's some sort of ... ride? To the other side? That's handy.

215 I wonder how I get on it?

216 Well, she seems ... sort of dead tired. Maybe she'd rather avoid the stimuli, too.

218 Well, then. In the interest of science, I think we'd better replace her, hadn't we? Why yes, I think we better. After you. No, after you.

220 Uh, I better hide her, first, though, right?

222 There we go. Sleep tight! When you wake up... well, you'll still have plague, I guess.

224 There we go.

226 Oh ... I hope they don't remember their subject was a woman. Should have thought of that earlier. Huh.

228 There, I hope that isn't too unpleasant. However bad the plague is, it has got to be better on Joy, hasn't it?

230 Odd. I could have sworn you were a girl.

232 You seem fairly healthy. Are you sure you've got the plague?

234 Uh ... Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote. The droghte of March hath perced to the roote

236 Well, that's all right then.

238 Now, Doctor Brooks is going to bring in a series of disturbing stimuli.

240 Hopefully with the coconut Joy I've given you, you won't be a bit bothered.

242 We won't actually see the stimuli. There's a blind between us and you, and a blind between you and the stimuli. It's what we call a "double blind experiment."

244 And, ah, Zephyrus eke with his sweete breeth, Inspired hath in every holt and heeth

246 Superb.

248 Off you go. Don't forget to write! Hah hah. That's my little joke. I know you've forgotten how to write.

250 That's a rather strong reaction. I hope the equipment is properly calibrated.

252 Oh, dear. The coconut's not terribly effective at all, is it? don't tell anyone I said that.

254 Another strong reaction. Intriguing. I almost wish I knew what the stimuli are myself! Almost.

256 I'm glad I'm not the one taking you out of the chair.

258 Quite mysterious. Most of the subjects have a very strong negative reaction to the fifth stimulus, whatever it is.

260 Did you enjoy our little fun ride? I hope so.

262 HAFELON MULTON!

264 Oh, dear. You were only supposed to be in stage 2. I hope the ride didn't progress your condition.

266 BURSTON BANLOCAN!

268a I'M DONE WITH MY EXAMINATION, DOCTOR. YOU CAN LET ME OUT NOW.

270 Oh, I'm sorry, Doctor. That would break quarantine.

272 SEONOWE ONSPRUNGON!

274 I REALLY MUST INSIST THAT YOU LET ME OUT, DOCTOR.

276 I don't have the authority to do that, Doctor.

278 THEN PLEASE GO FETCH SOMEONE WHO DOES. I'M IN HERE WITH A STAGE 3 PLAGUE PATIENT.

280 DR. KIPLING?

282 DR. KIPLING?

284 LET ME OUT NOW, PLEASE!

286 Attention all staff. A Downer with plague has escaped from the test labs! Please consider him armed and dangerous. Be on your guard!

288 - 306 is the part after the test where the Doctors can't get the button to work.

Additional notes:

Arthur may have been meant to be afraid of heights at a point?

The "ride" actually was a ride earlier on, as opposed to the metaphor that it is now.

Either there was some back and forth in dev on which Doctor actually had the keycard to the quarantine grid or - funnerer option - the quarantine grid originally required multi-user authentication to unlock and there were multiple keycards that had to be collected.

No word on Gemma, unless she was meant to be the female plague victim. Nothing saying that though so we're free to imagine a better ending for her.

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047 of 2024

Things People Might Be Surprised To Find Out About You

by stefwithanf

I've never had a pet dog. 🐶 I've never had a pet cat. 🐈 I'm asexual. I'm bisexual. I'm homosexual. I'm not sure of my sexuality yet. I'm a Christian. ✝️ I used to be a Christian, but I'm not anymore. I'm an atheist. I'm Agnostic. I'm Wiccan. I've never been kissed. 😘 It's never been my dream to get married. It's never been my dream to have kids. I have an invisible illness. I have a learning disability. I've been supernaturally healed of something. I believe in supernatural healing. I'm not sure if I believe in supernatural healing or not. I'm an only child. I'm a twin. I got a perfect score in at least one subject on the SAT. I'm double-jointed. I have a huge imagination and daydream almost constantly. I love to read. I'm deathly allergic to something. I've survived a near-death experience. I've survived multiple near-death experiences. I've had to use an epi pen on myself. I've been homeless. I've been very close to becoming homeless. I've worried about becoming homeless. I have self-harm scars. I've spent time in a psych ward. I believe in miracles. ✨ I'm very superstitious. I carry a good luck charm with me wherever I go. I've been baptized in a lake. 🌊 I have a ton of regrets. I'm haunted by my past. 👻 I'm a part-time wheelchair user. I have days I can't walk. I don't trust the doctors and nurses at my local hospital. I don't trust the police. 👮 I've been arrested. I've been abused. I know American Sign Language. I can speak more than one language fluently. I'm older than I look. I'm younger than I look. I have some very vivid, clear memories from when I was a child. I can still picture my preschool classroom in my head. I don't know how to swim. (yea I was born and raised at the sea lol)I've never been very competitive or into watching sports. I hated gym class as a child. I hated math growing up. I never liked science growing up. I've read the Bible all the way through. I'm lonely. I've lost a child. I've been pregnant before. I'm married. I've been married before. I'm single. I've never been in a serious dating relationship. I've never been through a bad break-up with a significant other. I've been through some pretty bad friend break-ups. I don't feel I can completely trust anyone. I have IBS. I have celiac disease. I have IBD. I have bad periods. I'm transgender. I've questioned my gender. I've questioned my sexuality. I hate my first name. I hate my middle name. I hate my last name. I don't feel close to anyone in my family. I don't live close to anyone in my family. I've barely seen the world. (only six countries come on)I've lived in more than one US state. ��🇸 I've only ever lived in one US state. 🇺🇸 I've never lived in the US. 🇺🇸 I live in England. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 I live in Ireland. 🇮🇪 I live in Australia. 🇦🇺 I live in Canada. 🇨🇦 I can't dance. I can't sing. I love to sing. I've gotten a ton of compliments on my singing voice. I've fainted before. I've come very close to fainting many times, but I never actually have. It's five years or more since I last threw up. It's been ten or more years since I last went on vacation. I don't drive a car. 🚗 I'm poor. 💸 I'm disabled. I'm chronically ill. I'm on disability. I'm in the process of applying for disability. I still live in the town I grew up in. I scream whenever I see a spider. 🕷️ I don't celebrate Christmas. 🎄

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Don Miguel Foods Recalls Frozen Ready-To-Eat Carne Asada Burrito Products Due to Possible Listeria Contamination

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WASHINGTON, Oct. 13, 2023 – Don Miguel Foods, a Dallas, Texas establishment, is recalling approximately 10,642 pounds of frozen ready-to-eat (RTE) carne asada burrito products that may be adulterated with Listeria monocytogenes, the U.S. Department of Agriculture’s Food Safety and Inspection Service (FSIS) announced today.

The frozen RTE carne asada burrito items were produced on September 27, 2023. The following products are subject to recall [view labels]:

7-oz. individual wax paper packages containing “DON MIGUEL Hand Made BURRITO CARNE ASADA” with date code D23270 printed on the package.

The products subject to recall bear establishment number “EST. 20049” inside the USDA mark of inspection. These items were shipped to retail convenience store locations nationwide.

The problem was discovered after the establishment’s laboratory testing indicated the product may be contaminated with Listeria monocytogenes. The establishment notified FSIS that some of the affected product was distributed into commerce.

There have been no confirmed reports of adverse reactions due to consumption of these products. Anyone concerned about an injury or illness should contact a healthcare provider.

Consumption of food contaminated with L. monocytogenes can cause listeriosis, a serious infection that primarily affects older adults, persons with weakened immune systems, and pregnant women and their newborns. Less commonly, persons outside these risk groups are affected.

Listeriosis can cause fever, muscle aches, headache, stiff neck, confusion, loss of balance and convulsions sometimes preceded by diarrhea or other gastrointestinal symptoms. An invasive infection spreads beyond the gastrointestinal tract. In pregnant women, the infection can cause miscarriages, stillbirths, premature delivery or life-threatening infection of the newborn. In addition, serious and sometimes fatal infections in older adults and persons with weakened immune systems. Listeriosis is treated with antibiotics. Persons in the higher-risk categories who experience flu-like symptoms within two months after eating contaminated food should seek medical care and tell the health care provider about eating the contaminated food.

FSIS is concerned that some product may be in consumers’ freezers. Consumers who have purchased these products are urged not to consume them. These products should be thrown away or returned to the place of purchase.

FSIS routinely conducts recall effectiveness checks to verify recalling firms notify their customers of the recall and that steps are taken to make certain that the product is no longer available to consumers. When available, the retail distribution list(s) will be posted on the FSIS website at www.fsis.usda.gov/recalls.

Media with questions regarding the recall can contact Don Miguel Foods Media Relations at [email protected]. Consumers with questions regarding the recall can contact Don Miguel Foods Consumer Engagement, at 800-523-4635 or www.megamexfoods.com/contact-us/.

Consumers with food safety questions can call the toll-free USDA Meat and Poultry Hotline at 888-MPHotline (888-674-6854) or send a question via email to [email protected]. For consumers that need to report a problem with a meat, poultry, or egg product, the online Electronic Consumer Complaint Monitoring System can be accessed 24 hours a day at https://foodcomplaint.fsis.usda.gov/eCCF/.

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A New Year with Mythrites

Word count: 840

The Shutter condo was alive with bodies. To call it a party wasn’t right, gathering was better. Fireworks shot up into the night sky, the turn of the new year coming nigh.

Switch leans against the railing of the balcony, watching the smoke of her cigarette dance with the stars. New years wasn’t something of significance to her—just means she has to remember that it isn’t 2024 anymore while she fills out reports. She hummed a melody of a Hollywood Undead song she couldn’t recall the title of right now, tapping her finger on the metal.

The Sergeant didn’t notice the door slide open behind her despite the music becoming audible. It was only when a familiar figure came to stand behind her.

“Hey, Finley.”

“Hey. Mind if I join you?”

“Sure.”

Drogo stands next to Switch, rummaging in his pocket for the vape he swore he brought.

“You sure you don’t want to smoke?”

He shakes his head, “Nah. Not a fan of cigs. What about you?”

“Hm. Vapes don’t do it for me.” Switch replies, “These are easier to come by.”

“You know that’s gonna kill you,” Drogo states. “Then again, I’m sure you’ve been told that enough.”

Switch chuckles, “Shocker.”

Drogo nods, finally taking a hit of the vape. “Do you know how they get fireworks to be all these colours?”

“Think Soap told me it was specific chemicals or some shit. Thought you took chemistry, forgot all that already?”

“You expect me to remember that?”

Inside the condo, the other four creations were talking. Well, three. S-047 was snuggled up against Zephyrix’s side, enjoying the warm atmosphere.

“So you’re telling me, ‘Nari—“

“Excuse me, ‘Rix, I didn’t know we were on a nickname basis.”

“Fine, Lucinari. You’re telling me you’ve flattened a whole block. In thirty minutes including preparations.”

The villain nods with a wide grin, “Mhm! Best work I’ve done.”

“I’ll give it to you. That’s impressive,” Zephyrix nods. “My job doesn’t let me do that type of stuff.”

“Heh. Sucks to be you.”

Shutter glances up from her phone. “Do you guys like champagne? I was thinking we toast off the new year.”

Zephyrix nods, “Champagne sucks ass but I’ll do it.” They then look at Lucinari. “And aren’t you underage?”

Lucinari scoffs. “Underage drinking is nothing compared to what authorities have against me.”

“Right, yeah.”

The three laugh quietly, noticing Drogo and Switch entering from outside.

“Are you two done ruining your lungs?” Shutter asks with a head tilt.

“Oh piss off, Shutter. Lungs are the least of my worries.”

“Fine then, Sergeant.” The two stare at each other, eventually breaking eye contact with a giggle. “Anyway, champagne?” Drogo and Switch nod, and Shutter stands from the armchair.

The two settle in on the floor. “By the way, where the hell is Mythrite? And no, I do not mean you or you—“ Drogo points at Switch and Lucinari, “—the Lorekeeper one.”

“Dunno, she said she’d show up soon.” Shutter shrugs.

Something crashes outside the front door. Switch immediately stands up, grabbing the knife stowed in her jacket.

“I’m here! Not dead, I was busy doing Lorekeeper stuff, I’m not dead—“

“Oh it’s just you. Speak of the Keeper,” Switch sighs, putting the blade away. She walks up to the door and pulls it open. “Make your entrances less… crashy, for the love of God.”

Mythrite stands up, scratching the back of her neck. “I know, I know. Sorry… but I was running late and I’ve been working on this new cloak design. Do you like it?”

Switch’s eyes flick down then up, “Yeah, better than I could’ve done. Now get in here, we’re about to toast off.”

The two enter the condo, meeting the rest of the OCs. Shutter was already pouring the glasses. An apple juice was set aside for a certain bird.

Lucinari looks up at Mythrite, “I like the trim you got there.”

“Such an honour coming from you. Didn’t think you had it in you to be all courteous.”

“Oh take a breather Myth, it’s a new year. We can start it off fresher, no?” She grins.

Mythrite sighs, “Fine. We can try.”

Lucinari’s grin grows wider. “Wonderful! Now come on, Shutter’s told me this champagne’s the good stuff.”

The clock strikes 11:58, and the fireworks raise their tempo. Mythrite stands up, the OCs’ conversations coming to an end.

“Now, I feel like I am required to lead this toast. So… 2024, huh? It’s been a year for a lot of us. Actually, everyone but me was created in 2024. Let’s not think about that though. 2025 means more opportunities, more memories, more… more uh… argh I can’t think of anything else.” This earns a quiet laugh from Shutter and Lucinari. “So much can happen in a year, and we’re gonna endure whatever The Lore throws at us!”

Mythrite lifts her glass, the other following suit, “To the end of ‘24 and the start of ‘25!”

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Subject Classification: H-02-109

Type of Damage: Mental 🟣

Risk Level: Sikur 🟢

Type of Anomaly: Humanoid

Discovery Classification: Trauma (02)

Department: Department of Ancient Anomalies (03)

Responsible Researcher: Dr. Octavio Lovecraft

Identification: King of the Gays

Containment: ANM-109 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell in the Department of Ancient Anomalies. ANM-109 may have a ukulele, a record player, and a collection of vinyl records from the 1900s to the 1930s, as well as a weekly supply of tulips and assorted flower crowns, and permission to watch episodes of the children's TV show "SpongeBob SquarePants." ANM-109 must not be exposed to any media or information after 1968, as this may trigger a depressive episode.

The individual is to be monitored by two security guards at all times, and any visitors must be approved by the responsible researcher. ANM-109 is interviewed once a month by a male, homosexual psychologist from the Organization. ANM-109 will only cooperate with interviewers who meet these criteria and will refer to them as "my dear" or "my love." ANM-109 will attempt to flirt with and seduce any male homosexual staff members and will express jealousy and hostility toward any female or heterosexual staff members.

ANM-109 also claims to be the "King of the Gays" and will demand respect and admiration from others. It must not be exposed to any other anomalous items or entities, especially those related to music, sexuality, or religion. ANM-109 has shown a particular aversion to ANM-010, ANM-023, ANM-047, ANM-071, ANM-002, and ANM-049, and will react with fear, anger, or disgust when confronted with them.

Description: ANM-109 is a male human, approximately 28 years old, 1.85m tall, and weighing 68 kilograms. ANM-109 has long, dark curly hair, blue eyes, and a prominent nose. The individual is identical in appearance and voice to the late American singer Herbert Khaury, better known by his stage name 'Tiny Tim.' ANM-109 claims to be the real Tiny Tim and possesses extensive knowledge of his life and career. However, the biographical details of 109 do not match historical records, and ANM-109 exhibits various anomalous properties that distinguish him from the original Tiny Tim.

ANM-109 was discovered by the Organization on November 30, 2001, in Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA. The individual was performing at a local theater under the name Tiny Tim when he collapsed on stage and was declared dead. However, ANM-109 revived shortly afterward, claiming to have had a near-death experience where he saw a bright light and heard a voice calling him the "liberator" with a mission to spread love and joy around the world. ANM-109 then resumed his performance and began affecting the audience. The Organization was alerted by a local agent who witnessed the event and contacted the nearest facility. A containment team was dispatched, and ANM-109 was captured and transported to D-03. All witnesses were given Class B amnestics, and the incident was covered up as a hoax.

ANM-109 has expressed a desire to resume his musical career and requested to perform for the Organization's staff and other anomalies. ANM-109 also showed interest in learning more about the modern world and requested access to the internet, television, and radio. The individual also expressed curiosity about the Organization's goals and activities, offering to help in the containment and research of other anomalies. ANM-109 claims to have a good relationship with God and believes his abilities are a gift from Him. 109 also stated that he loves everyone and wants everyone to be happy.

The main anomalous ability of ANM-109 is his capacity to manipulate the sexual orientation and attraction of any human male within a 5-meter radius. ANM-109 can induce homosexual feelings and desires in any male subject, regardless of previous identity or sexual preference. ANM-109 can also increase or decrease the intensity of these feelings, as well as the subject's attraction to ANM-109 or other men. 109 can also reverse the effect, making any male subject heterosexual or asexual. The individual cannot affect women or any non-human entities.

ANM-109's secondary anomaly is his musical talent and influence. ANM-109 can play any musical instrument proficiently and sing in a falsetto that can reach frequencies up to 20 kHz, preferring to maintain his voice in this tone. ANM-109 can also create original songs and lyrics or perform covers of existing songs across various genres and themes. The subject's music has a memetic effect on any listener, compelling them to sing along, dance, or clap. Tiny Tim's songs can also affect the mood and emotions of listeners, as well as their sexual orientation and attraction, depending on the content and tone of the songs.

Addendum: The following is a transcript of an interview with ANM-109, translated from English, conducted by Dr. ███████, a male homosexual psychologist.

Interviewer: Dr. ███████

Interviewee: ANM-109

<BEGIN RECORDING>Dr. ███████: Hello, ANM-109. I'm Dr. ███████, and I'm here to talk with you.

ANM-109: Hello, my dear. You can call me Tiny Tim, or Timmy, or whatever you like. You're so handsome, did you know that? (The subject continues speaking in a falsetto tone)

Dr. ███████: Thank you, Tim, but let's keep this professional.

ANM-109: Oh, don't be shy, my love. We're both men of the world, aren't we? We can be friends, and maybe more.

Dr. ███████: ANM-109, I'm here to ask some questions, not to flirt with you.

ANM-109: Questions, questions, always questions. Why don't you ask me something nice, like how I feel or what I like?

Dr. ███████: Alright, how do you feel?

ANM-109: I feel wonderful, my dear. I feel I have a purpose in life, a mission from God. I feel I can make the world a better place with my music and my love.

Dr. ███████: And what is your mission?

ANM-109: My mission is to spread love and joy across the world, my love. To make everyone happy and free. I want everyone to sing and dance, feeling the power of love. To make everyone love me, love each other, and most of all, love God.

Dr. ███████: And how do you plan to do that, ANM-109?

ANM-109: With my ukulele, my voice, and my charm, my dear.

Dr. ███████: ANM-109, do you realize you are affecting people's sexual orientation and attraction with your anomalies?

ANM-109: Of course, my love. It’s part of my gift, my power. I can make anyone feel what I feel and want what I want. I can make anyone love me, love themselves, and love God.

Dr. ███████: And do you think that's right? Manipulating people's feelings and desires without their consent?

ANM-109: Why not, my dear? It’s for their own good and for a greater good. It’s for love, joy, and peace. It’s for God and His plan.

Dr. ███████: ANM-109, you understand that some people might not want to be affected by your abilities? That some people may have beliefs, values, and preferences different from yours?

ANM-109: Oh, don’t be silly, my love. Everyone wants to be happy and free. Everyone wants to sing and dance. Everyone wants to love me, love each other, and love God.

Dr. ███████: I’m afraid you are delusional and possibly becoming dangerous. You are not the King of the Gays or a messenger from God. You are an anomalous entity that needs to be contained and studied.

ANM-109: How dare you?

Dr. ███████: Calm down. I’m not trying to hurt or offend you. I’m just trying to help and understand you.

ANM-109: No, you’re not. You’re trying to destroy my mission!

Dr. ███████: Timmy, please listen to me. You’re not making any sense. You need to cooperate with us and follow our rules.

ANM-109: No, you listen to me, my dear. You are the one who doesn’t make sense. You are the one who needs to cooperate with me and follow my rules.

Dr. ███████: What are you talking about? What rules?

ANM-109: The rules of love, my dear. The rules of God.

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