#which gets disrupted by the virus

[ohno-the-sun]

Yes I’m a funky guy and I have to ask, for each of your AU’s, what are Sun and Moon’s relationship?

(For example: are they brothers or lovers or enemies, strangers…ya know, those types of things?)

(I’m just curious and I don’t mean to offend you while asking)

I don't mind the question at all I love ranting about my AUs!

Mad scientist it kinda varies. They start out enemies / parasite and host relationship, but they kinda develop into being more commensal later on (kinda spoiler lol). Idk I'd ever consider them friends though

For crime au, magical girl au, and luca au they are brothers. I just like an angsty brotherly relationship wawawa.

Though both crime and luca they have been separated for a long time so they are basically strangers at this point and the whole story is them slowly getting to know each other again

Black swan they are ????. Sun is kinda hallucinating Moon but Moon might also be a real dancer she's really jealous of, but also they have a small one off romantic thing but that may just represent Sun coming to terms with more adult thoughts, but she also kinda really hates Moon and tries to kill her, but also that might be her killing herself trying to be perfect-

its a whole mess

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Prank Gone Wrong

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“Filnar Go F%$@ Yourself!” was possibly the most disruptive software virus the universe had ever seen.

The program was designed to download itself to a computer, copy the functions of existing software before deleting said software and imitating it, then running its original programming all the while avoiding the various attempts to locate and remove it by security software.

What was strange about such a highly advanced virus was that it did not steal government secrets, nor siphon funds from banking institutions, it ignore critical infrastructure processes, and even bypassed trade markets that if altered could cause chaos on an unprecedented scale. The only thing the software seemed focused on was in locating any information regarding the “Hen’va” species, and deleting it.

First signs of the virus outbreak were recorded on the planet Yul’o IV, but once the virus began to migrate at an increasing rate and latched on to several subroutines for traveling merchant ships things rapidly spiraled out of control. Within a week the virus had infected every core world and consumed all information regarding the Hen’va. It still thankfully had not resulted in any deaths, but the sudden loss of information was beginning to cause other problems.

Hen’va citizens suddenly found that they were not listed as galactic citizens and were detained by security forces on numerous worlds. Trade routes became disrupted as Hen’va systems were now listed as uninhabited and barren leading to merchants seeking to trade elsewhere. Birth records and hospital information for millions of patients were wiped clean as they now pertained to individuals who did not exist.

Numerous software updates and purges were commenced in attempting to remove the virus. Even the galactic council’s cyber security bureau was mobilized for the effort, but if even a single strand of the virus’s code survived it was enough to rebuild itself and become even craftier with hiding itself while carrying out its programming. This was made worse by the high level of integration the various cyber systems of the galaxy had made it so the chance of systems being re-infected was always high.

After ten years every digital record of the Hen’va was erased from the wider universe. All attempts to upload copies were likewise deleted almost immediately leaving only physical records to remain untouched.

To combat this, the Hen’va for all official purposes adopted a new name; then “Ven’dari”. In the Hen’va tongue in means “The Forgotten”, which is rather ironic as the Hen’va have had to abandon everything about their previous culture to continue their existence. The virus had become a defacto component of every computer system in the galaxy and continued to erase all information related to the Hen’va. Even the translator units refused identify the Hen’va tongue and so the Ven’dari needed to create a brand new language.

It wasn’t until another fifty years had passed before the original creator of the virus stepped forward and admitted to their crime. A one “Penelope Wick”.

At the time of the programs creation Ms. Wick was a student studying on Yul’o IV to be a software designer. While attending the institution Ms. Wick stated that a fellow student, a Hen’va named “Filnar”, would hound her daily. He would denounce her presence within the school and repeatedly declared that “what are the scrapings of humans compared to the glory of the Hen’va?”

The virus was her creation as a way of getting back at the student for his constant spite. Ms. Wick was well aware of the dangers it could pose if released into the wild and so had emplaced the limitation that the virus would only infect computers on site with the campus. The schools network was setup that students could only work on their projects within the confines of the institution to ensure they did not cheat and have others make them instead. What she had not counted on was this rule only applied to students and not teachers. So when a teacher brought home several student projects to review and then sharing those infected files with their personal computer, the virus then gained free access to the wider planets networks.

When the Ven’dari learned of this there were several hundred calls for Ms. Wick to be held accountable for her actions, and nearly twice as many made to take her head by less patient individuals who had seen their entire culture erased. Much to their dismay Ms. Wick died shortly after her confession from a long term disease that had ravaged her body for several years.

Much to her delight, she had achieved her goals of removing the source of her mockery.

[covid-safer-hotties]

Also preserved on our archive

By Julia Doubleday

This week, the head of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases (NIAID), Jeanne Marrazzo, sat down with Stat News to discuss succeeding Anthony Fauci amid public concerns over ongoing H5N1 and mpox outbreaks.

The conversation yielded a staggering admission from Dr. Marrazzo as she downplayed risks of a bird flu pandemic:

"Can I make a quick digression? We recently had a long Covid [research] meeting where we had about 200 people, in person. And we can’t mandate mask-wearing, because it’s federal property. But there was a fair amount of disturbance that we couldn’t, and people weren’t wearing masks, and one person accused us of committing a microaggression by not wearing masks. And I take that very seriously. But I thought to myself, it’s more that people just want to live a normal life. We really don’t want to go back. It was so painful. We’re still all traumatized. Let’s be honest about that. None of us are over it."

This jaw-dropping justification is perhaps more jaw-dropping given that Dr. Marrazzo was not asked to comment on the meeting but broached the topic herself. Her statement clarifies that she and other public health officials don’t wear masks because they find basic disease control to be psychologically triggering. Let’s unpack the layers of anti-science, anti-patient, anti-public health and anti-reality rhetoric - not to mention rancid ableism- in this statement.

First let’s consider the context. Dr. Marrazzo is not referring to masking generally, although any public health official who is informed about the cumulative risks of COVID infections like long-term disability and brain damage should be. She is specifically justifying a refusal to mask at a Long COVID research meeting.

The RECOVER-TLC meeting in Bethesda at the end of September gathered hundreds of scientists, medical professionals and patients to discuss Long COVID. What is Long COVID? Let’s use the definition offered in a recent review article published in Nature Medicine:

"Long COVID represents the constellation of post-acute and long-term health effects caused by SARS-CoV-2 infection; it is a complex, multisystem disorder that can affect nearly every organ system and can be severely disabling. The cumulative global incidence of long COVID is around 400 million individuals, which is estimated to have an annual economic impact of approximately $1 trillion—equivalent to about 1% of the global economy. Several mechanistic pathways are implicated in long COVID, including viral persistence, immune dysregulation, mitochondrial dysfunction, complement dysregulation, endothelial inflammation and microbiome dysbiosis."

In other words, a quite serious, quite common outcome of SARS-COV-2 infection with a multitude of physical markers, poised to drastically disrupt world economies. Even after vaccination, Long COVID risk remained around 3-4% in a recent study. Long COVID can follow any COVID infection and affect anyone, and risks are known to be cumulative. That means reinfections continue to raise your risk of developing Long COVID. COVID is an airborne virus, transmitted by sharing air with infected individuals.

To debunk several misapprehensions, there is no special kind of person who gets Long COVID. There is, conversely, no special, “healthy” kind of person who cannot develop Long COVID. A person who has had COVID three times and feels okay is not now “immune” to Long COVID. No one has long-term immunity to COVID, and vaccinations can reduce the risk of, but not entirely prevent, COVID infections. COVID spreads in our communities at high rates year-round, with late-September wastewater data showing about half a million cases per day, or one in 57 Americans infected.

But experts gathering at a meeting about Long COVID should be well aware of all of the above.

In year five of the ongoing COVID pandemic, we have plenty of tools to ensure that a meeting- even an indoor, in-person meeting- remains safe for all attendees. Mitigation measures that would have reduced the risk of COVID transmission include adequate ventilation, CO2 monitoring, HEPA filtration, on site testing, Far UVC technology, and- of course- the use of high-quality, respirator style masks. While patients were easy to identify in respirators, many of the government officials and scientists who spoke plainly chose to make the space more dangerous for people with Long COVID.

The Sick Times noted that the lack of accessibility, the risk of reinfection for patient attendees paired with a poor-quality livestream, undercut the meeting’s message of urgency and care around the treatment of Long COVID.

Meetings among experts could easily serve as a gold standard for airborne disease mitigation, modeling how to prevent infections and therefore, inevitably, more Long COVID cases. Airborne disease mitigation could and should be the first line of defense against Long COVID; it is the one and only tool we have that is proven to be effective vs the little-understood disease. This is especially important at this early stage, when treatments are so limited, with no proven path to recovery and certainly no “cure”.

But Dr. Marrazzo and her colleagues, instead of focusing on how to halt the spread of COVID at their Long COVID research meeting, are focused on how to preserve their psychological denial that they, personally, are special people who are not at risk of developing Long COVID.

There is no scientific basis for this idea; it is the fantasy of the crowd, the collective delusion of people much less informed than they are, who are desperate to resume pre-pandemic life and have been fed years of propaganda about COVID’s supposed harmlessness. To participate in this public delusion rather than attempt to pop it is a social decision, not a scientific one. Marrazzo’s statement admits as much.

Marrazzo notes that there was a “fair amount of disturbance” that researchers continue to refuse to mitigate COVID while claiming to want to address the Long COVID crisis. She goes on to state that “one person” accused the group of “committing a microaggression” by not wearing masks, obliquely referring to longtime HIV/AIDS and COVID activist JD Davids. But Davids was far from the only activist angry with the lack of mitigations.

Long COVID patients have been exceedingly clear, for months and years, about their ongoing anger that even doctors explicitly engaged in COVID work refuse to practice mitigations. This failure to mitigate is violence that very literally harms, disables and kills people.

Long COVID patients participating in medical studies like this one at Stanford have been forced to drop out of critical research projects due to staff’s refusal to mask, take airborne precautions, and provide protection from reinfection in dangerous healthcare facilities.

Twitter user Michael Coyle stated in February 2023 that, “my partner and I have both dropped out of a multi-decade (longitudinal) health study, and I dropped out of a COVID transplant study because they weren't taking airborne precautions.”

In July of this year, Jordan Crane wrote, “I have had to withdraw from the Stronger study run by @georgeinstitute in collaboration with @monashuni, 11 months in. LC patients should not be exposed to reinfection during trials aimed at helping those with LC, but that's exactly what @monashuni are doing.”

This is not only immoral, it is bad science; if research teams reinfect Long COVID patients, as well as potentially infecting control subjects, any purported results of said studies would be corrupted and invalid.

If the public at large can claim ignorance- they have, after all, been repeatedly told that risks of COVID infection are minimal and comparable to other common viruses- public health officials have no such excuse.

And why is it, by the way, that the public is so certain that repeated, continual infection with COVID-19 will not harm them? Could it have something to do with the fact that researchers, doctors and public health officials continue to appear in public unmasked, clearly communicating that continual reinfections are safe and nothing to fear?

NIAID officials and other health professionals masking at a large, indoor meeting serves multiple critical public health purposes: one, it avoids spreading the virus, which would create new Long COVID cases. Two, it conveys to the public that SARS-COV-2 infections are not harmless, that Long COVID is serious and can develop from any case of COVID. And three, it expresses that prevention is the most vital- and really, the only- tool we currently have to effectively fight Long COVID.

Marrazzo states that she took public criticism of the lack of masks “seriously”. She then goes on to provide an entirely unserious response, dismissing said criticism by whining, “people just want to live a normal life.”

What, exactly, is meant by this? What population is seen as “people”, who is excluded, and what is “normal” in the construction of this odd sentence?

Quite clearly, Marrazzo and her colleagues do not want to live the life Long COVID patients and other disabled people are now forced to live- a life of continual infection avoidance. They do not want to wear masks, be associated with those who wear masks, be seen as “disabled,” as “other,” as “sick,” “vulnerable” or “abnormal”. They want to be normal- in other words, abled and ableist.

They do not want to be stigmatized, like the abnormal patients they claim to serve.

They do not want to stand out from the crowd of abled people who are healthy enough to tolerate another COVID infection- the “normal” people who aren’t annoying or weird or old or sick or dying.

Like normal (abled) people, they want to spread COVID in peace, while pretending they do not know the damage it inflicts. Like normal people, they want to use conferences as an opportunity to have their photos taken and network over cocktails. Like all the normal people who continue to exclude Long COVID patients from public spaces, these officials, too, will not be making it any easier for sick people to be safe outside their homes. Like normal people, they are going to operate under the assumption that Long COVID and disability cannot happen to them.

Because no study, no statistic, no patient, and no research can educate a medical professional out of ableism, the unmasked people who attended this meeting have all the information in front of them, and yet cannot understand that they, too, are at risk of disability.

Marrazzo goes on to say that she and her colleagues “don’t want to go back” because “it was so painful.” What was? Disease control? The thing public health literally exists to do? Because COVID is still very much with us - 1 in 57 Americans currently positive, you recall? Long COVID patients, disabled people, and people who are avoiding infection do not have any choice but to practice mitigations, and to do so with extreme strictness, given the lack of any coordinated disease control coming from the top. Every day, this task is made harder by the abdication of public health leaders who prioritize the comfort of the most privileged over the safety of the most vulnerable.

Patients are not merely harmed by the superspreader events Marrazzo and her colleagues continue to hold- although they and surrounding communities certainly are harmed by the spread of the virus itself- they are also harmed by the blasé attitude of officials which leads the families and friends of Long COVID patients to doubt the seriousness of their condition, or the need for precautions. Long COVID patients are unsafe in their own homes because masking has been so stigmatized that their own spouses, parents, and children will not stop reinfecting them.

If the head of the NIAID declares that she cannot wear a mask because she wants to be “normal,” what hope does an ill patient have to convince her husband to buck the social, political and professional pressure he faces in public life to consistently mask? When the very public health leaders who should be stressing the importance of tools that prevent reinfections are stigmatizing them, framing them as weird, abnormal and scary?

Lastly Marrazzo insists that researchers cannot wear masks because “we’re still all traumatized,” and “none of us are over it.”

A moment for the absurdity of the statement that you cannot use a safety tool that very literally saved lives during a traumatic event because you’re psychologically triggered by it. It is akin to saying you can’t wear a seatbelt because you were in a bad car accident and people died. Go to therapy. Wear the seatbelt. Definitely do not project your personal psychological problem with seatbelts onto the people fighting for auto safety.

Watching people get infected and die during a pandemic is certainly traumatizing. But…masks didn’t do that. SARS-COV-2 did. The same virus you’re spreading when you refuse to acknowledge and mitigate it, despite being well-aware of the long-term and cumulative harms of continual reinfections. By claiming the mask is triggering your trauma by reminding you of COVID, you are essentially saying that you exist in a state of utter denial that COVID currently surrounds you.

It’s doubly astounding to dare use the word “trauma” to describe the relationship of health officials toward masks while dismissing the trauma of patients being gaslit, ignored, further disabled, and forcibly reinfected by society at large- all while those who claim to want to heal them participate in stigmatizing the best prevention tool available.

Long COVID patients are traumatized by their illness, their abandonment, their social stigmatization, the relationships they continue to lose, in many cases the loss of careers and homes, and their utter exclusion from public life. Public health officials are not “traumatized” by having to mitigate the disease that inflicted and continues to inflict all of those actual traumas.

There is a social and cultural problem within public health institutions regarding airborne disease control. Broader social norms of ignorance and denial of the virus’s harms- which were themselves seeded by mainstream politicians and media, whose rhetoric was in turn cribbed from far-right libertarian thinktanks- have been absorbed into medical and public health settings.

The stigmatization of masking certainly began on the far right, but as Biden’s administration sought to normalize recurrent COVID reinfections and push people “back to normal,” Democrats joined in on the political project to socially destroy the tool humans would have killed for in centuries past. To be able to make use of respirators is not a burden or traumatic- it is a gift, not to mention a privilege that many around the world cannot access. People gathering for a Long COVID meeting should be all the more grateful, knowing full well the outsize outcomes such a small device can prevent.

It is a shame, a failure, and a shock to hear a public health official with so much power contribute to anti-mask sentiment amidst spreading mask bans which will kill disabled people. At a time when public health should be educating the public about the importance of mitigation, stressing the value of these tools, people in power are declaring masks weird and abnormal, contributing to further stigmatization of those who need these devices to even enter public spaces.

It is shockingly anti-science to hear a public health official disparage disease control technology at the altar of fascist social norms that seek to disappear disabled people from public entirely.

Dr. Marrazzo’s words reveal that she does not identify with Long COVID patients, nor does she see them as “people” who deserve to be a part of “normal” life. Only the able-bodied- those who have not yet been disabled by COVID- have a right to “normal,” which is defined by the disappearance of accessibility, disease mitigation, and medical devices. Trauma is not what has been and continues to be inflicted on those most harmed by COVID, it is what is experienced when a doctor sees a mask and, for just a second, remembers what it felt like to be scared, to feel vulnerable, to feel like maybe illness and death weren’t things that come only for the weak, the lesser, and the old.

But those days are over.

[gngkook]

phoenix | prologue

summary: it's the year 2025, and the world has been ravaged by a new disease. what was intended to be a cure for cancer has turned into a fatal, contagious virus that has wiped out over half of the world's population. with scarce resources and the world left devastated, the remaining survivors turn on each other in a desperate attempt to salvage what little is left.

genre: post-apocalyptic au, strangers to enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: mentions of death, implications of sexual assault, use of weapons (bow and arrow), description of dead bodies, mentions of hunting

note: so, this is the prologue! i haven't edited it that much i only read over it once, so i'm sorry for any mistakes! as always, if you have questions, feel free to send in an ask!

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prologue

You gradually rouse from your sleep, the sound of raindrops softly pattering against the leaves of the trees that encircle you. You blink a few times, clearing the sleep from your eyes, and stretch your neck before pushing yourself upright from the tree trunk you rested against. Tilting your face upward, you allow the rain to wash away the last remnants of drowsiness.

Night had passed, and a new day had begun. 

You had grown accustomed to the forest during your stay of the past few weeks. It was tranquil, with only the wildlife for company. You had no desire to go back to civilization, or at least what it used to be. It brought back too many painful memories and served as a pointless reminder of the past. However, you would make an exception and return when you needed to replenish your supplies.

Looks like today’s that day

You sigh as you hoist the bag of supplies over your shoulder, and pick up your trusty bow and arrow, which had become your sole means of defense in this new world. You slide the arrows down your back, securing them in place, and take a firm grip on the bow with your left hand before beginning your trek to the nearby town.

You stride through the dense forest, carefully retracing your steps where you marked the trees to ensure you won't get lost. The morning is eerily dark, with heavy clouds obscuring any light from penetrating the thick canopy. However, you pay it no heed, your thoughts consumed solely with surviving another day. Eventually, the path leads you out of the forest and into a vast meadow that overlooks ruined buildings and demolished roads.

The sight triggers painful memories of the tragic event that wiped out most of humanity. The disease had come suddenly, spreading rapidly all over the world, and there was no time to develop vaccines or a cure.

Your mind drifts back to your last day with your family. You had just returned home from your first semester in college, and your grandparents were home to greet you. You spent the day talking to them about your college experience and your upcoming 19th birthday that you would've celebrated with them. You hadn’t realized then that those were your last moments with them.

The virus took lives quickly and without mercy. One wouldn't have realized they were infected until the virus began to disrupt their bodily functions. The virus started with the limbs, paralyzing the entire body, followed by the brain, causing unconsciousness, and finally, the heart, ceasing the flow of blood and resulting in death. The aftermath was catastrophic with increased rates of car and airplane crashes, buildings collapsing on civilians, and roads being destroyed. The disaster wiped out most of the world's population, leaving only a handful of survivors.

Including you.

Being alive in this world is harder than being dead. It’d only been a few months since that day and most of your days now consisted of you stocking up on food, water, and other survival necessities. Sometimes, you practice hunting in the forest with your bow and arrow to prepare yourself in case you run into other humans.

You cannot rely or trust anyone anymore. The scarcity of resources has pitted the remaining survivors against each other, creating a dangerous environment for any encounter. You are aware that some have joined forces to increase their chances of survival, but you steer clear of them. Their sheer numbers and superior weaponry make it unlikely that you would come out unscathed. Nevertheless, at times, you yearn to be part of a group. Life would be more bearable if you had others to share your struggles with. However, fear and apprehension holds you back. You have no desire to discover what these individuals are like. They are not the same people from before the outbreak. They have changed since then, and you are not willing to risk staying around to find out.

You knew that going into town was a risky move as you were more likely to run into people there compared to the forest. However, you had always been good at staying hidden, and you planned to use that skill to your advantage.

You start steadily moving down the meadow towards the direction of the town. You’d been here several times before to replenish on supplies from the old convenience store near the edge of town. As you approach, you notice the telltale signs of decomposing bodies scattered about, and you quickly wrap a piece of cloth around your nose and mouth to filter out the putrid odor. You make a conscious effort to avoid looking at the bodies, not wanting to confront the gruesome reality of how devastating the disease had been. 

When you arrive at the front of the store, you pause and peer inside. The lack of electricity makes it dark, which also means that you would be vulnerable if you were to enter.

Just make it quick

Determined, you bolted into the dark store, scanning the first aisle as you reached for your bag hanging on your shoulder. Grasping multiple bottles of water with one hand and your bow with the other, you swiftly tossed them into your bag before moving to the next aisle in search of any edible food. Your breath became heavy from the adrenaline of sprinting as you gathered the supplies you needed. However, you couldn't forget about the medical supplies, so you hurried towards the pharmacy section of the store. In a rush, you grabbed anything and everything, not having the luxury of time to discern what was necessary. The eerie silence and darkness only added to your growing anxiety.

Once you were sure you had everything you needed, you quickly zipped up your bag and made your way towards the entrance to exit the store. As soon as you stepped out into the open, you let out a sigh of relief. You were not particularly scared of the dark, but being in the store made you feel more exposed than you would have liked.

Turning in the direction back towards the forest you came from, you start heading back up to the meadow. Your mind was still reeling from the anxiety that you hadn’t noticed the presence behind you until—

“Well, look what we have here,” 

His voice was raspy and gruff and his grip on you tightened as you struggled to break free from his grasp.

“Haven’t seen a woman in so long. Looks like I got lucky today,” He rasped. You couldn't ignore the sinister tone in his voice, and the implications of his words were not lost on you. You knew that if you didn't find a way to escape from him soon, the consequences could be dire.

The old man abruptly spun you around, exposing his rough and rugged face, but before he could do anything else, your instincts took over and you delivered a swift knee to his groin.

“Fuckin’ bitch!”

He groans and releases his grasp on your arm. 

You didn't have much time left, so you quickly readjusted your grip on the bow and reached for an arrow, taking careful aim at his heart while he was still recovering from your knee strike. You pulled the arrow back and released it, hitting your intended target with precision. Moving quickly, you retrieved the arrow from his chest, where it had not lodged too deeply, and thrust it back into your quiver with the rest of your arrows. You didn't care if there was still blood on the arrow; you would just have to clean it later.

Your immediate priority was to put distance between yourself and the danger you had just encountered. You didn't want to take any chances by running back in the direction you had come from, fearing that there might be more men like him waiting for you. So, you chose to run in the opposite direction, not caring if you were running out of breath or becoming dehydrated. Your sole focus was to put as much distance as possible between yourself and the danger that lurked behind.

After running for what felt like an uncertain amount of time, you eventually found yourself gasping for breath and in desperate need of water. You spotted a nearby tree and leaned against it for support, placing your bow beside you. You focused on slowing down your breathing, allowing it to gradually return to normal. Then, you rummaged through your supply bag until you found a bottle of water you had grabbed from the store earlier. You opened the cap and took several large gulps, feeling the cool liquid quench your thirst and relieve your dehydration.

You took a few moments to calm your racing heart before taking stock of your surroundings. You were in a part of the forest you had never been to before. The trees were tall and thick, and the foliage was dense, making it difficult to see too far ahead. You knew that you had to keep moving, but you also needed to rest a bit longer.

You sat down on the ground, leaning your back against the tree and closing your eyes for a moment. The events from earlier replayed in your mind, and you couldn't shake off the fear and adrenaline that still coursed through your body. But you knew that you couldn't afford to dwell on it for too long.

You toss the empty water bottle back into your bag and stand up, taking a few moments to collect yourself. As you go to pick up your bow from beside you, you freeze when you hear voices in the distance.

You strain your ears, trying to make out what the person is saying. You cautiously pick up your bow and adjust your grip on it, preparing an arrow in case you need it. As you move in the direction of the voice, you tread carefully, trying to remain silent. Your eyes scan the surroundings, searching for any sign of human presence.

You suddenly spot a flash of dark brown hair and your nerves start kicking in. You grip your bow tightly and point an arrow in that direction. But before you can shoot, a hand covers your mouth, muffling your screams. The distinct smell of chemicals instantly fill your nose but you don’t have time to react.

Your eyelids begin to feel heavy, and your fingers loosen their grip on your bow and arrow until they fall to the ground with a dull thud.

“Jungkook! No!”

You hear another voice faintly yelling in the distance before your vision fades to black and your senses go numb.

[howtofightwrite]

What's gonna happen if someone gets shoot in the head? Will flesh and blood go all over the place, or will it be a small entry and exit, or will it be something else? Tryna write a zombie story rn and I'm not sure 😭

Usually, they die.

How much damage the head suffers will depend on what was fired. Specific cartridges result in different wound patterns, and if you have a forensic background, you may even be able to identify the bullet used based on the entrance and exit wound. Smaller handgun rounds are likely to result in less tissue disruption. Rifle rounds are more likely to cause serious structural damage, and shotgun shells (particularly buckshot) are likely to cause serious tissue disruption. But, there's another consideration, the more the decomposed the target, the more a round is likely to do. This one's honestly pretty hard to assess in generalities, because there are a lot of factors for decomposition.

This also leads into a far more difficult question, “what happens if you shoot a zombie in the head?” The answer might be, “nothing.”

So, there's two groups of zombies in popular fiction, and the answer to the above question hinges on which one you're examining. Zombies can either be infected with rabies or actual undead, and the latter are far more uncommon in modern pop culture.

A lot of popular zombies are, technically, alive, but cognitively functioning on a more animal level. In many cases, their symptoms are fairly similar to a sever rabies infection (though, the 28 Days Later series is one of the rare cases where the infection is, explicitly, a variant of rabies.) This also includes cases where the infection is from a parasite (many of the later Resident Evil games and of course The Last of Us are examples of this.) In these cases, destroying the brain stem (and, for that matter, destroying the brain) should be effective. The zombie is still propelled by using their nervous system. There's a bit of an exception in cases where the infection creates a second, parallel, nervous system in the victim, which can operate independently of the victim's original.

Living zombies became more popular in the 90s, and were extremely frequent in the mid-2000s. Most horror films that try to downplay the supernatural component, or look to play up the bio-hazardous nature of zombies, is likely to use some variant of these. (As mentioned earlier, a lot of these tend to behave like mutant strains of rabies. And, while it might sound like I'm being flippant here, rabies is a pretty terrifying virus.)

Living zombie apocalypses are, basically, impossible. There's the usual problem of asking how did the zombies actually get to critical mass? But even beyond that, eventually the infected would simply start dropping as their bodies decayed and the victims died. They'd still be a bio-hazard, but you wouldn't see waves of the undead pressing against the defenders' barricades.

If you want a much more detailed breakdown of the biology of various critters in pop culture (including a lot of zombies), Roanoke Gaming on YouTube is an excellent reference.

The other variety of zombie are far more rare in pop culture, and these are the actual revenants. Either they've been raised by some necromancer, or they're returning due to some other factor. Critically, these zombies are, truly, undead. Shooting them in the head might take it apart, but it's also quite likely that won't put them (back) down, as they're not actually using their original nervous system for anything meaningful. These kinds of zombies are far more threatening. In theory, things like extreme cold would cause further damage to these, but if the necromantic forces animating them don't care about the condition of the zombie, then having fingers or toes freeze off in cold weather, or setting them on fire, might not have the desired effects. You may need to resort to fully dismembering the corpses to get them to stop trying to kill you. (Note that these don't have to be, strictly, supernatural. The Dead Space series remains an excellent example of a non-magical zombie apocalypse of this variety, with some extremely “creative” uses of dead biomass.)

In the case of reanimated zombies, firearms are not a particularly great option for putting them down in general. The damage they inflict simply isn't relevant to destroying the undead. Firearms are designed to poke holes in people and get their body to spring a leak, but if something is already dead, that's probably not going to matter unless you're using the gun to deliver some other kind of payload.

-Starke

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[blindbeta]

hi! i'm currently writing a blind character in a futuristic sci-fi setting (think fifth element). some backstory just so there's additional context: she's orphaned as a baby, and while very young, contracts a virus that leaves her with minimal light and shadow perception. she later gets adopted, and her father acts as her guide until she's 12. when she turns 12, she's gifted a droid who acts as her mobility aid (visually, her droid is similar in design/size of r2-d2 from star wars). i thought this fit the futuristic setting. here's my question. originally, i had her (let's call her C) commission a special pair of glasses that connect to her droid so it can see what she sees and better help it guide her in public spaces, especially if it's too loud for her to hear it or if they get separated somehow, because the glasses have an auditory link for them to communicate with each other. after doing more research, i've learned that the "blind character covering their eyes" trope is super common and kind of looked down upon in the blind community. i'm really worried now, as someone sighted, that i've fallen for it by designing C's mobility aid this way. have i? and if i have, what is some advice or tips for ways i could alter this to where it doesn't come across as trope-y? should i get rid of the glasses, scrap the droid idea completely, etc?

Guide Droid And Character Covering Her Eyes With Glasses

The glasses remind me a bit of the OrCam My Eye, which is a pair glasses and an ear piece. You have an already-existing precedent for this. Additionally, my main concern with covering eyes, which I discuss here, [link], is that there is often no thought or explanation behind why a character’s eyes must be covered. Narratives often twist themselves into knots simply to cover a blind person’s eyes with something like sunglasses or a blindfold, which the character never removes.

Regular glasses are, however, a different story. Regular glasses are transparent. They are usually for protection of the eyes. They may also make objects slightly clearer, which can reduce eye strain. Not that your character will need to worry about that.

The glasses are not able to correct vision. They serve a purpose, and one that isn’t covering the person’s eyes.

My suggestion is to provide an explanation for the glasses and make sure they are see-through. They shouldn’t be sunglasses unless she has transition lenses, which can protect her from damaging UV rays.

The key is not to cover up your character’s eyes. Especially for no particular reason.

However, if you are worried about the glasses, you can also simply have bone-conducting ear piece that sits on top of her ear. Avoid implants or anything that might disrupt her hearing or other senses.

The Guide Droid

Speaking of senses, having a droid as her guide means she will miss out on a lot of tactile information provided by a cane and, to a lesser extent, a guide dog. For example, a handler can feel elevation.

Walking behind a droid is not going to provide that same information.

Yes, there is a step down, but where? Is it an even step or does it curve? Are the steps the same width?

I suggest giving her a cane, as they can be used with sighted guide and to a lesser degree, service animals. Her using a cane won’t interfere with a droid the same way it might with a guide dog or horse.

Alternatively, you can also find a way to connect them so she can get tactile information. Another, cuter option might be a droid service animal with a more futuristic harness.

About Using Sighted Guide Until She is 12

Something about this bothers me.

Sighted guide is a legitimate form of O&M and can increase independence in a way only blind folks can relate to. I also know that sighted guide may be more encouraged in some cultures that value interdependence. Sighted guide is a great and should be used more in fiction. I personally prefer it in unfamiliar areas and at night time.

However, it also feels off to me that she so happens to use a human guide all her life and not a cane. It may be because I am imagining times where her father may not be able to accompany her. Or perhaps I am sensitive to the lack of mobility aids in fiction that feature blind characters.

Lastly, cane skills are a part of O&M, which is needed before being able to work properly with a guide animal. I think she should have at least some cane skills and some navigation techniques even if she prefers to have her father guide her. This also gives her more agency to experiment and choose what is comfortable for her.

Here is a post I made about mobility aids that might help.

I hope this helps.

[rauthschild]

"Bombshell news today on the vaccine front as AstraZeneca, after admitting its covid jabs cause fibrous clots, is now withdrawing its covid vaccine from the entire world marketplace.

The EU has now revoked authorization for this vaccine, meaning it is now illegal to administer this jab to anyone in the EU.

Meanwhile, an attempted reinfection trial that exposed volunteers to 10,000 times the "dose" of covid deemed necessary to cause infections failed to produce a single infection. The premise of virology as being capable of causing pandemics is a total fraud. And that means vaccines are a fraud, too."

We could not surpass his brevity or logic.

Contrary to what the perpetually gullible Public has been led to believe, The Virus Theory, also known as The Germ Theory, is, and has always remained a theory with as many bits of evidence against it as for it.

While the introduction of any foreign substance does trigger the immune system and if it is a biological entity or molecule will provoke the creation of specific antibodies, that doesn't really prove anything about the nature of what we have come to call "viruses".

All this does is prove things about the immune system and basic mechanisms of immunity, leaving the more basic issue of the Causative Agent in limbo.

Our scientists assure us that viruses, also called "exosomes" are dead, little pinched off particles of DNA and waste products encapsulated in a protein shell.

Can dead things "infect"? Not really.

Think of waste DNA and RNA as Hazmat and the protein shell of a virus as a specially designed waste container with a lid. The protein shell is not alive, but its contents, the degraded bits of deoxy or ribonucleic acid can still replicate, if they get back inside a cell.

And then what have you got?

You've got bits of polluted and degraded foreign DNA or RNA snippets coding for foreign proteins inside your cells.

Those foreign proteins then hit your system like a sledge hammer and provoke your immune response -- which is then misidentified as a "disease".

It can be any disease, depending on the nature of the DNA or RNA contained in the "virus" packet, and the nature of the resulting immune response to whatever foreign proteins are being produced.

Blood clotting factor snippets of DNA or RNA code result in foreign blood clotting factor proteins and your immune system reacts to them, specifically.

Tumor producing snippets of DNA or RNA code result in foreign tumor proteins and your immune system reacts to them, specifically.

Each set of such stimulus-response reactions is different, so, Astrazeneca's "vaccine" loaded with blood clotting factor snippets of RNA (left over from a Department of Defense Experiment during the Iraq War) leads to "fibrous clots" as the foreign blood clotting factor proteins meet your body's immune response.

Depending on what the "payload" of DNA or RNA snippets are, you exhibit different symptoms and appear to have different diseases.

Our cell walls and membranes naturally work to exclude foreign DNA and RNA and keep this intracellular production of foreign proteins from happening, but thanks to Doctor Fauci and other Mad Scientists --- tech-crazed men with no actual brains or hearts --- this natural barrier has purportedly been overcome.

To our universal detriment.

We are calling for an immediate full stop and end of production and injection of all DNA and RNA "vaccines" worldwide.

We are calling for the prosecution and public punishment of all the Corporations responsible for this genocidal crime against humanity, and in the case of this country, the prosecution of the US CONGRESS and its Members, which recklessly and in gross negligence and dereliction of duty agreed to accept the liability for vaccine manufacturers.

Let them have the liability for all this expense and disruption and death -- individually, personally, and with 100% commercial liability.

And may no bank dare to give them as much as a peso of our credit. They were not acting "for" us or in our favor when they did this, and they do not deserve any indemnification or insurance at public cost.

The UN CORPORATION has promoted war instead of stopping it, and has contributed to this genocide through its WHO organization. We see no reason for its continued existence, much less any treaty empowering it in any way.

We call for the immediate liquidation of the UN CORPORATION and WHO, both, and an end to any further discussion of a sea "treaty" among the guilty corporations to grant any purported powers possessed by any corporation to either entity.

[homestuckreplay]

It should be noted he was kind of a weird guy anyway.

(page 510-519)

8/20/2009 Wheel Spin: Sburb Lore Verdict: Literally The Sburb Lore Handbook :D

8/21/2009 Wheel Spin: Long Pesterlog Verdict: Dave WISHES John Would Pester Him Back

^ I have SO much love for this sequence on p.514-517, where John is unresponsive due to being controlled by the Wayward Vagabond, but the environment around him keeps changing due to Rose’s powers. It definitely enhances the reading experience to first do a full read of the pages, and then to just flick through and look at the images in sequence – it really highlights the visual gags and parallels like the one here.

We get out fourth GameFAQs entry on p.510, following our fourth ‘Years in the future…’ and it looks like a small page, but actually has fifteen images all accompanied with Rose’s commentary. She basically puts a bunch of images of John, along with his full name and his dead/resurrected grandmother, on the internet without their permission, which is questionable, but her insights definitely leave me with a lot to think about.

The house remaining powered by electricity and internet (images: ‘power,’ ‘internet’) makes complete sense to me. They’re inside the Medium, the medium of Sburb being ‘online multiplayer video game,’ and that medium requiring both electricity to power gaming devices, and internet to maintain a connection with the co-player, to operate. It’s not a kindness that the game gives to players, it’s literally necessary for the game to run, as we’ve already seen a few times with Rose.

That fact only makes Rose’s called shot about hackers (‘internet’) even more threatening. Disrupting the internet connection could disrupt the apparatus of the entire game, cutting Rose and John off from one another more permanently and potentially stopping Dave or the fourth player from joining the game. Sburb as a game is already dangerous enough, so navigating that and the outside threat of hackers at the same time could make for an intense, fast paced story and be a great direction for the comic.

And with these Wayward Vagabond/GameFAQs pages always kept together, it raises the question: is the Vagabond a hacker? A hacker in the popular definition is somebody who gains unauthorized access to computer systems – to gain information, to spread a virus, or perhaps to influence the outcome of a game. Found covered by sand in the middle of a dormant wasteland, this bunker, and its accompanying computer system, doesn’t look like somewhere the Vagabond is supposed to be. They’ve already put John in danger by taking away his mental faculties and making him susceptible to imp attacks. If they can sever John’s connection with Rose while still controlling him, he’ll be in a lot of danger. And while the Vagabond seems silly for now in their quest for a can opener and their trial-and-error commands on p.253, they’re clearly a quick learner, having picked up the standards of human etiquette reasonably well very quickly. It’s not out of the question that they could be learning to hack the game – and could perhaps be a villain of the story.

Rose’s other big called shot is that she can’t see John’s dad’s room because John has never been in there (‘hmm’). I buy this theory – the only other explanation I can think of is that the room needs to be ‘unlocked’ in game and won’t be accessible to either player until John reaches a high enough level, perhaps because it contains clues to Dad’s whereabouts. That’s the less sinister explanation. Rose’s idea is more sinister, because it again reinforces how Sburb isn’t just connected to/able to see John’s physical location, it’s able to see inside his mind and respond to that. I genuinely think that with a different tone and art style, this could easily be a horror story.

Rose quotes Nikolai Gogol’s Dead Souls (‘steeds’) to describe John’s pogo antics, which despite its goth title, is not a horror novel but is instead about a man trying to commit tax fraud. It’s a famous 19th century Russian novel that was left unfinished when Gogol burned a large part of his own manuscript, but remains famous and widely regarded as a work of satire. I’m fifty fifty on whether Rose googled ‘quotes about horses’ and picked the smartest sounding one to caption her screencap of her friend spraying shaving cream while bopping an imp on the head, or if a ten year old Rose used to curl up on that giant living room couch and read Russian literature while listening to the waterfall flowing below. Both options are very funny to me. I am almost buying into Rose’s mysterious persona. (And then she puts a crumpled hat on John’s head and I remember that she is also a big dork).

I have been mean to Rose at times but she is really carrying the team right now, and doing an incredible job multitasking killing imps with furniture, building onto John’s house, and updating her walkthrough for other players. I totally buy that she’s someone who just throws herself into what she’s doing to distract herself from the looming meteor threat. But I think she should do some research into building safety codes, because I’m not sure those ladders and platforms held up by chimneys are going to be stable long term, or safe for John to start climbing. I guess Rose was warned about stairs but nobody got around to warning her about ladders.

[true-blue-sonic]

I read issue 63, and more unpopular opinions down the cut:

Well, let’s get the good things out of the way first. Silver truly wasn’t written as awfully as I had expected him to be. I would even go so far as to say he was mostly what I would expect of an in-character Silver: friendly, eager and strong, kinda smug about his powers, and not really suited at tackling social interactions like an argument so well. And the fact that Whisper believed him about Duo was not something I would have expected, truly. Though, since Duo is on the cover of issue 67, it leaves me wondering if the both of them will not be believed by Tangle and Lanolin... but more on covers and solicits later.

First Lanolin: because I truly do not get the feeling this girl is even supposed to be likeable in any way. Forgive me for saying it bluntly, but with basically every new appearance in the recent issues her characterisation has become more of an eyebrow-raising “Jesus, what a bitch” kind of thing for me. She’s got a lot of nerve mouthing off to a far more experienced fighter and telling him to “Next time, do better” when she herself admits that the Urban Warfare story went disastrously for the Diamond Cutters. Silver literally is a hero of the Resistance and Restoration: can you imagine her telling someone like Amy or Knuckles to do better? Silver is on equal footing with those examples (and furthermore saved the world from the Metal Virus with Super Sonic), so I truly do not see why Lanolin gets a free pass to be so disrespectful to him. And considering the whole purpose of this training was to “coordinate moves and communicate in the field”, laying the blame solely on Silver while defending Duo instead of making this a training moment for him too (or informing him that leaving someone to die is not the best course of action, even if he was frightened and did not know what to do) is even more striking to me. So again: is Lanolin simply supposed to be rude, bossy, short-tempered and haughty, or am I the only one who is seeing that?

And secondly, the solicit of 63 was simply incorrect.

Stuck in the past with no clear directive, Silver decides to spend some time with the Diamond Cutters and their new member. But he’s too busy being star-struck over Whisper to notice that he’s interrupting their training! Elsewhere, Sonic takes Blaze sightseeing so she can enjoy her vacation.

This did not happen in the comic, simple as that. He kind of fawns over the Diamond Cutters twice: when they invite him to train (page 2), and when telling Duo it’s cool he joined the Diamond Cutters (page 3). However, I must say that I am actually glad that the part of Silver fawning over Whisper and therefore being disruptive did not happen. Though I strongly dislike Lanolin’s reaction, what we got with Duo buttering Silver up and then abandoning him after he got Silver in trouble is much more preferable over Silver himself causing trouble and unjustly so by marvelling over Whisper too much. And I can forgive Whisper not speaking up during the training itself by figuring that Mimic would perhaps have attacked the four of them and put Tangle and Lanolin in danger, even if that was not outright shown. I don't want to take the more cynical route of her knowing that Lanolin would have reacted the same way as she did to Silver.

But to bring back the point from my first paragraph, since the solicit for issue 63 was incorrect, I wonder if that then means that the cover for issue 67 also is. If it is incorrect, it likely would mean Duo is caught as Mimic which would put a very quick end to this storyline... but if it is not incorrect, it would mean both Whisper and Silver are somehow not believed by Tangle and Lanolin. Considering Lanolin’s reaction to Silver literally nearly dying (because the Giant Chopper makes for a 1-hit KO in Generations), I would still heavily prefer the former over anything she can say to disregard Silver and Whisper for the latter.

[covid-safer-hotties]

NPR tacitly endorses the removal of Long COVID sufferers from public life

Julia Doubleday - March 11, 2024

Let’s start with the title.

“Wrestling with my husband’s fear of getting Long COVID again” at NPR today right away frames the author’s problem as her “husband’s fear.”

Not the unchecked, year-round spread of COVID-19.

Not the national and international abandonment of disabled people and hundreds of millions of people with Long COVID symptoms.

Not her social milieu, which refuses to understand or acknowledge that vulnerable people are at significant risk of harm from COVID infection.

Not the press, which has spent several years manufacturing consent for recurrent, endless COVID infections.

Not the rampant ADA violations of a society that has knowingly stripped millions of their ability to safely enter public spaces.

Not the wholesale destruction of public health at the hands of a politically captured CDC.

No, the problem she is struggling with is that her husband, who developed Long COVID symptoms after a 2022 infection, keeps asking her to take COVID precautions so he does not get reinfected and potentially become sicker and long-term disabled.

Long COVID is a serious disease. Some of the biomarkers (objective measurements in the blood that differ from a “healthy” person) that researchers have identified include:

Viral persistence (the body is not fully clearing the SARS-COV-2 virus)

Microclots in the blood and endothelial dysfunction (leading to vascular problems, organ failure, cardiac events)

Immune system dysregulation

Mitochondrial damage

Blood-brain barrier disruption

[everythingnerdyxoxo]

The Virus - Chapter Six- Chapter Six – 29th January 2020 (X7237) - Fairy Tail Fanfiction

Have also seen that my fanfiction was nominated for the Guild Awards in best drama! I would like to thank anyone who voted for this fanfiction for that! It's given me a real boost for my fanfiction writing! :D <3

Lucy, Happy and Natsu walked side by side down the streets of Clover Town, noticing the lack of tourists. ‘Now remember Natsu, we need to ask the pedestrians here nicely if they know anything about Onibus Town.’ She gave the pink haired man a cautious look as he started sniffing the ground around her.

‘What are you doing?’ Lucy couldn’t help but notice all the attention at the man by her feet as he sniffed at the ground like a dog.

‘I can smell something, something odd in the air. It’s stronger towards those mountains.’ He pointed towards the mountain pass which divided Onibus Town to Clover Town.

‘What does it smell like? Like magic? Do you think you could trace it to the source of the virus?!’ Lucy looked towards the mountain pass, an ominous feeling overcoming her.

‘I don’t know. I can’t tell if it’s a person, magic, or something else, it’s something I haven’t smelt before. Let’s check it out!’ Before Lucy could even speak Natsu had already grabbed her by the hand, running towards through the city houses and out towards the mountains in front, pulling a complaining Lucy behind him.

Juvia and Gray stood outside the mansion of the mayor of Clover Town.

‘Geez, if I knew he lived in such a fancy house, maybe we should have taken up his offer of staying here.’ Gray crossed his arms as he stared up at the home in front of him, gaining, an amused smile from the bluenette in front of him.

Juvia rang the bell, awaiting the response as she twirled the fabric of her sleeves in nervousness. She and Gray spent a lot of time alone together these days, but it still made her nervous. Just being close to the ice mage made her heart race so fast she could hear it beating in her ears.

The door opened, a young woman, presuming to be the staff of the house allowed them inside and directed them to a room to await the mayor.

‘The room was full of books, with a seating arrangement in the middle. Juvia and Gray sat alongside one another on the sofa as they waited. ‘Lucy and Levy would love it here.’ Juvia smiled at the ice mage beside her as she took in the room around her.

‘Yeah, they sure would. Never saw much point in books me. I’d rather be out doing stuff than sat in reading.’ Gray had raised his arms up behind his head, not noticing the lack of top he now did not wear.

Juvia chuckled to herself as she reached down for the top and folded it to put on the armrest beside her. ‘I don’t mind reading, I prefer romance novels myself, sometimes the occasional adventure book.’

‘That doesn’t surprise me, that’s where you get most of your ideas from, I guess?’ he gave a genuine smile to the woman beside him, gaining a reddening blush from her in response.

Before she had much chance to respond the mayor and his wife entered the room with a document in hand.

‘Hello fairy tail mages, a pleasure to see you both once again.’ He gave them a genuine smile, but concern laced his features.

‘Sorry for turning up unannounced, we were just hoping you may know something more about this situation since we last spoke.’ Gray sat with his elbows on his knees, unbothered by the wife’s response to his half-naked form.

The mayor sighed in response, placing the document on the table in front of them. Juvia picked it up reading it aloud to Gray and herself.

‘Due to unforeseen circumstances, we have stopped all travel through the country of Fiore. We continue to investigate the growing virus located in Onibus Town and to protect the majority we must isolate the minority. We are aware of those who may be travelling for jobs and give them 24 hours to return to their place of living. All mainland transportation with cease X7237. We apologise for the disruption to usual services.’

‘This is from the magic council?’ Juvia stared at Gray in disbelief who looked angrily back.

‘What do they mean protect the majority by isolating the minority! Our friends are stuck in Onibus Town! Only 24 hours? That’s not enough time for everyone to drop everything and return! What about their jobs?!’ Gray had stood staring expectantly at the mayor in front of him.

‘We are just as outraged as yourself. We still know so little about this virus, I am set to release this information via lacrima in the next 15 minutes. The people will panic, the train stations will become overwhelmed by this added information.’ The mayor looked pained as his wife took his hand in support.

Juvia stood herself, putting a hand on Gray’s shoulder, hoping to calm him. ‘Gray-Sama, there is nothing the mayor can do about this. We need to contact the others and speak to the guild. If the train station will be closed tomorrow, we may have to travel back tonight.’

Gray looked at her with understanding, nodding apologetically at the couple in front of him. ‘Thank you for showing us this. If we find out anything else, we will let you know.’

The mayor nodded in agreement with the ice mage as he walked towards the exit aside Juvia. ‘I shouldn’t have lost my temper with the man.’

‘Gray-sama, I’m sure the mayor understands, everyone is under a lot of pressure. He seemed very understanding.’ She gave him one of her brilliant smiles as she handed him back his top.

‘You’re right. We should meet up with the others and let them know, though they may hear the lacrima bulletin themselves before them.’

Erza, Carla, and Wendy headed towards the train station, seeing the groups of people huddling around each of the ticket booths, so much confusion between them all.

‘Everyone is panicking. Do you think we should try and help?’ Wendy looked up at Erza expectantly who was assessing the situation. Before she had chance to respond the station speakers clicked into action and a voice spoke with an announcement from the mayor of Clover Town.

‘Citizens of Clover Town. I understand this is a distressing time for everyone but please, everyone please try not to panic. I have been contacted by the Magic Council who are investigating the current situation. Please be rest assured all travel is to continue as normal today and to cease from tomorrow onwards until we know further information. Anyone who is visiting please be rest assured all accommodation will be paid for by Clover Town authorities until we know more about the situation. As I say, please do not panic, I shall notify you all with more information once we have it.’

There was a large click as the announcement stopped and a silence that lasted several minutes before once again the huddles of people surrounding the ticket booths became overcome once more.

‘Erza?’ Wendy looked up at her expectantly once more as she continued to take in the information.

‘Erza! Wendy!’ Gray called out to them as both he and Juvia ran up behind them. ‘Did you hear the announcement? What’s the plan?’

Wendy, Gray, Carla, and Juvia all looked expectantly at Erza who still stared at the ticket booths in front of her with concentration.

‘First of all, we will help these people, direct everyone into lines and aid the station staff. Then we will locate Lucy and Natsu if they have uncovered anything. I’m guessing from the announcement the two of you were unable to get anything from the Mayor?’ They responded with a sideways nod.

‘The Mayor knows nothing more than we do; we saw the letter that the Magic Council sent to them.’ Juvia locked eyes with Erza, seeing the concern in her face before heading towards the booths with the others and directing the pedestrians into single file lines. There was some resistance but with Erza’s dominance they got their way.

Lucy and Natsu lay on their stomachs as they gazed over the hill ledge. In front of them they could see the lights from Onibus Town. They had already managed to evade a section of guards who had erected a barrier between the towns and now they could see ahead of them a mounting military presence.

‘At least we know the council are doing something.’ Lucy gazed worryingly at Natsu, whose face was full of concentration.

‘Happy will be back soon. We’ll head in once he gives us an update. Hopefully he can find Lisanna and Laki.’

Natsu had wanted to jump straight in, rushing through the military presence and burning his way through until finding them, but luckily Lucy’s influence had paid off, convincing him to allow Happy to scout ahead. Her anger at losing so many jewels at their last mission playing heavily into their conversation.

‘Lisanna! Laki!’

Happy flew at great speed, looking down at the almost ghost town beneath him. The town was empty, all houses shut up and markets and shops closed. There was a sense of unease as he flew through the empty streets.

He called out their names repeatedly, noticing the cautious gazes of the people in their windows before noticing a young white-haired woman ahead of him, waving fervently from her window.  

‘Happy!’ Lisanna cried as she noticed him with a smile, but once he got close enough her smile changed to one of concern. ‘Don’t come too close! We don’t know if we are contagious yet!’

‘Contagious? Are you guys alright? Natsu and Lucy are just over the hill! I can bring them to help you!’ Happy floated across from Lisanna in the open window.

‘We’re fine Happy, all we’ve been told is to stay indoors to avoid contamination. It seems to be some kind of cold like illness, but it causes magic depletion. They delivered some leaflets through the door of our B+B. I don’t have any symptoms, Laki has a cough but nothing serious so don’t worry about us! You guys need to get back to Magnolia! Tell Mira that were okay! We don’t want to risk anything spreading.’ Lisanna smiled positively at Happy, tension leaving him as they spoke.

‘But you’ll be stuck here, aren’t they letting you come home?’ Happy wanted to embrace Lisanna, floating stationary, heading her demand.

‘I don’t know Happy, there was talk of transport for us, and other people who have been working jobs here, but there are too many cases here now, you can’t risk catching this Happy, you and the others have to go back, we’ll be fine, the longer you’re here, the more likely Natsu is to do something stupid and catch this as well!’ Lisanna looked seriously at Happy, who nodded in agreement.

‘Do you know anything else about this disease? Is it magic? Where has it come from?’ Happy looked around, the sounds of guards patrolling nearby getting his attention.

‘We don’t know, but maybe Lucy could see if there is anything about magical diseases with Horologium? He may be able to help? Maybe this has happened before, there could be a cure? People are sick, but I don’t think its too serious, not yet anyway. Were fine Happy, so please, leave before you catch something.’ Lisanna smiled again, looking around the streets below for the voices that were coming closer.

‘Okay… I’ll be back with more information when we find out! Keep safe Lisanna.’ Happy and Lisanna, smiled at one another, it felt wrong to leave her, but he flew back towards Natsu and Lucy, avoiding the sight of the patrols below.

 Makarov stood in the great hall of Grand Magic Council. The room was empty, not a guard in sight as he waited for Mest to arrive.

He had gotten through security with difficulty, the place was on near lockdown with the hushed discussions of the virus circulating through Onibus Town.

‘Master Makarov. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.’ Mest walked in, his council robes draped over his shoulders.

‘Mest. I’m hoping you asked me here to give me an update on the current situation.’ Makarov spoke seriously to the man. He could tell he was anxious, the sweat beading on his brow.

‘I do. It’s not good news.’

[delta0003]

Egotober-10-virus

*Achoo* ugh god how the fuck can i get sick? I'm a virus for crying out loud. I'm immune to all diseases. Anti was currently at his run down apartment nestling a cold. How he got sick was a mystery to him; he didn't even know how to treat it. Ugh who would I even call everyone either hates me or is afraid of me. Whatever, I'll just wait it out. I should get better eventually, right?

*2 weeks later* GOD FUCKING DAMNIT I STILL FEEL LIKE SHIT ugh whatever ive got plans i need to do. Now then let's go rob a bank hehe. Anti glitches in front of a bank feeling a small bit lightheaded. Christ feelin dizzy ugh no i'm just gonna have to power through it. Anti glitches inside the bank and disrupts the security system. SIR you can not be in here. Can it poindexter i can do whatever the hell i want and you sure as hell can't stop me not even that glorified boy scout can stop me haha now if youll excuse me ive got some money to steal-ANTISEPTICEYE…god fucking damn it cant catch a break from you can i? What you are doing is wrong stealing from hard working people some of which live paycheck to paycheck. Hero, I could give less of a shit about these people. After what anti just said jackie lunged at anti tackling him to the ground. Ack get off me you reject comic book hero wannabe. anti glitches jackie and himself to the roof of said bank. Erm not until you take back what you said. The more Jackie fought with anti the more anti was getting tired until anti stopped fighting all together and passed out. Now listen you little shit-uh-anti you alright? Anti? Jackie was gonna pummel his ideotic brother to the ground when he stopped and noticed how pale he was. Christ anti what happened to you. Jackie picked him up and noticed the heat that was radiating off of him. Ugh of course you’re sick, *sighs* Come on, let's get you somewhere safe. Anti woke up feeling a tiny bit better taking notice of the cool rag on his forehead. Ah ante your awake how do you feel.Like shit hero like shit.Welp that's what you get for trying to steal peoples money anyways here take some medicine and go back to sleep and let good ole jackie take care of you.I've died and gone to hell aren't I? Aw love you glitch bitch.

@tracobuttons

[crydentialzz]

helllo once again!!! :3 this is part 2 of my take on the twiddlefinger virus which touches on the final stage and aftercare of the patient go read part 1 HERE (absolutely nothing in this post will make sense without reading the first part) - once again, not really sure on the specifics of what warnings to use but watch out 4 mentions of blood, vomit and wounds. - oh also if u like this consider taking a peek at my fan species i made for the nuggets of the max design pro universe here

Stage 3

The third stage is where mental deterioration has escalated dramatically. Thoughts are barely about anything but their partner, and the patient will find it near impossible to think of anything else. Obsession has turned to a need / craving for their partner at this point as the patient will believe there's absolutely nothing they can do without their “other half”. Delusion has fully set in as the infected will wholeheartedly believe that the only course of action is to become one with their partner (this commonly takes the form of cannibalism, but can extend to other things such as stitching one another together, trapping the partner, ect.). Their eyesight may be fully or partially obscured taking on either a cataract-like state or being covered by infection growth, causing enhanced hearing abilities (The loss of eyesight is most common, but depending on where the infection's core grows this loss can take many forms, from loss of eyesight, hearing or mobility). The patient may begin to hear their partner's voice / hallucinate a fuzzy silhouette of their partner the longer they are away from them, and this is when the “hunting” stage begins. The hunting stage is fairly simple: the infected will try to find their partner, using any means necessary to get to them (including self injury) as the patient will worry themselves sick (literally, as they will refuse to focus on anything but their lover, including self preservation) till they find them. Once found, the patient will attempt to lure their partner and lead them to a secluded place, as although they may not be aware of much, they are aware that their physical appearance has changed and could scare them away. If there is resistance the infected will give chase until they catch their lover. This is where the attack would happen and the partner would be consumed and due to grief and “snapping back to reality” in a sense, the host dies as well whether self inflicted or through the illness itself draining its host. Though, there is another way to get rid of the infection.

With Hanahaki disease one would need to express their feelings to show that they are requited or the growth can be removed with surgery along with the feelings. With Inquies cupidinem the infection can remove itself in a way, but not with surgery as it will regrow and hide in harder to reach places. If the infected’s partner give themselves up without chase or with little struggle, the infection itself may deem their partner to be a more suitable, stronger host and will instead split itself in half and infect the other, leaving both weak and slowly dying, but together and a little more mentally aware of their situation which can give outsiders more time to help stop the cycle quicker as the infection is much weaker when not whole. The second way is much simpler. The infection is sending constant dopamine to the brain which urges on the infected, but if the partner can get them to see what they are doing is destructive the dopamine cycle can be disrupted as it reconnects the patient to their negative emotions instead of the (very literal) chemical love-bombing. This can be done in many different ways, whether it be bringing up the situation, talking the patient down from aggression, or simply showing that their actions are doing physical harm to the partner.

Aftercare (if the patient survives) is the most difficult part. The infection, if made to the last stage or not, can be extremely difficult to heal from as once the cycle is disrupted, the infection will eject itself from the body (effectively killing it) via vomiting or bleeding out of an open wound, leaving the host alive but barely in temporary paralysis. If the patient is tended to immediately, the first thing to come back will be their drained blood supply, as the body will acknowledge there is no longer a virus to fight and will begin normal processes as the patient spends most of their time resting in a short lived coma-like state to heal internally. With proper nutrients and resting time given, the next to come back will be the patient’s fur, weight and sight. The muscle and skin may be discolored permanently, but the fur can mostly cover this if it grows back fully. The cataract-like symptoms will slowly dissipate as the patient finally re-opens their eyes and begins to blink (while their eyes heal, the room may be full of dim artificial light as the eyes remain light-sensitive for a time). Vision may be a little blurrier than before but most patients are not left entirely blind and if anything may need contacts or glasses, in extreme but highly unlikely cases cataract surgery is required. From this point on there will be efforts for physical therapy as the patient may have lost or forgotten some motor skills. Not every patient will heal in the same timeframe, but the general time overall would range from 3-and-a-half weeks to a month or two for physical healing. After the patient has regained their senses it's often recommended for them to interact with family and friends to regain their memory as healing physically is oftentimes the easiest part. Partners would have to wait longer to see the patient just to make sure the mental obsession has quelled enough for it to be safe to interact, as at this point it is more likely for the patient to end up accidentally hurting themselves if the drive is still there. Due to the memory loss and cloudy memory, things such as names, faces and details of those held close may be fuzzy or missing parts, so patient visiting is highly encouraged. Mental healing often takes longer, but by the time the physical is healed, the patient will be sent home to continue their interactions with others and the healing process.

[v-thinks-on]

I think the most fascinating thing about Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century is the unaddressed implications - that Watson is actually a robot which has just scanned Dr. John Watson’s diaries, and that the 22nd century is actually a dystopian police state that casually brainwashes criminals, where all natural lands have been overtaken by a giant, sprawling city.

The Ghost in the Machine has become exactly what it needed to be, but when I was initially brainstorming it, I also had an idea for a plot that went deeper into these other implications:

As in the show, it begins with Lestrade bringing Holmes back to life to stop Moriarty from unbrainwashing a bunch of criminals, and at first Holmes is content to go along with it

The chase is on as Moriarty also steals technology and disrupts the production of the Yard’s law enforcement robots (which, as Holmes points out, is a little removed from Moriarty’s usual MO)

Along the way, Watson realizes that the programmed law enforcement robots are not so different from the brainwashed criminals, and he notes how he admires the original Holmes’s sense of right and wrong outside the law (also, at some point, he gets to ride a robotic Pegasus)

Finally, Holmes deduces that Moriarty’s gang is working to create a virus which will destroy all robots, and they race to Moriarty’s hidden base on the moon to stop him

They discover that Moriarty is a clone, created by a group of rebels against the oppressive government, and their plan is to bring down the New Scotland Yard, once and for all

Holmes insists on destroying the anti-robot virus to protect Watson, but as they flee Moriarty’s compound, Watson leaves behind the suggestion of a new virus to “wake up” the rest of the Yard’s robots so they can join the cause

Holmes and Watson return to Baker Street to help protect people from the New Scotland Yard in the meantime, with Lestrade as their woman on the inside

[legaciestold]

sein island incident (aftermath) may 11th, 2011 21:35 (local time) somewhere in russia clear skies, warm, eerily calm night @everythingheard (leon)

claire has little memory of the fishing boat which scoops her out of the ocean, miles away from any island and them not marking their location to aid any authorities in finding where she'd come from.

where moria's body had to be.

she remembers pain. intense and horrific as her body reacted to being moved. that's really the biggest thing she has sensation of before she's lost in the stories of her memories again. she has no idea that it's days before the fisherman get back to any form of civilization that has means to help her beyond managing to get some fluids in her. she remembers, mildly, saying her name when prompted and has no idea that her name given to authorities once they do get to the mainland is what propels such quick action as it trickles through systems and reaches the bsaa and dso alerts. she remembers the pain again, transports, the shaking of a helicopter and then bright lights. barry. she remembers barry. she remembers moria.. she remembers telling him what she'd seen.. what she believed. moria was dead and she remembers doctors telling him they had to take her. she remembers words like critical condition and surgery and remembers grabbing the arm of the doctor with all her remaining strength and warning him a virus was coursing through her.

claire has no idea about the eight days that follow this moment.

about chris getting there and being held back by barry from attempting to charge into the intensive care unit and disrupt their work on her. she has no idea about becca being called in to help analyze her blood and form some kind vaccine for the virus in her. she has no idea they place in her a medically induced coma for days both because they want to prevent the virus from triggering until they can cure it and because she's in such bad shape that it's the best way to let her body start to recover before she can be capable of enduring the shock of her awakening. she has no idea that leon gets there at some point during that time, only told she's missing after he'd completed his mission so he wouldn't get distracted and him searching for any leads he could find in the region they suspected her taken to until word comes she's in transit to a hospital because holy fuck somehow they'd both managed to be hours away from each other and in two very different shitty situations independently. claire is hard pressed to be thankful to the government for many things but she will be thankful later that they hadn't told him when he was on the ground in that war. she wouldn't be the reason he gets taken out because he was distracted. in a twisted way, she's thankful he was in that war though. because it meant he was close to her the whole time, as if the universe couldn't allow them to be so far apart when both their lives were threatened. it meant some part of her sensed his presence at her bedside in that week she was unconscious.

it's on that eighth day, with the moon high in the sky and chris finally having given in for a few hours of shut eye that finds claire suddenly stirring. they'd taken her off the medications which kept her under hours before yet she hadn't awakened yet, them saying it'd happen when her body was ready to. her body is healing quicker than most and rebecca had mused that it was entirely possible it was the byproduct of the antibodies in her blood from before reacting with the new ones and the fact they hadn't cured the virus until a day and a half ago. it means her recovery won't be as long but it doesn't change that claire still looks like she'd been hit by a train. pain radiates through her though she doesn't feel as weak as she had before. her eyes blink open in confusion, monitors starting to beep as her awareness comes to the forefront and she gasps at the way her body hurts.

"what's-- where--" she begins but her voice is dry and her mind isn't catching up to reality just yet. she tries to move, begins trying to claw at the medical equipment attached to her and nearly pulls out her iv in an attempt to get away.

was she back on the island? was she back in the vampire castle?

no no.

she couldn't let them experiment on her. not again.

the reaction is visceral and uncontrolled, memories from prismya flooding back to her because the room and the lights were so much like that lab and she doesn't know what's happening. she struggles painfully because her body is raging against such movements; though her actions aren't in a fearful way as much as a need to survive way. to get out of danger. whatever danger she's in. claire feels hands on her though, hears a voice though the words aren't clear to her in her haze. yet it makes her freeze her attempts.

w a r m t h .

"leon."

her blue-gray eyes refocus, meet his and she breathes out his name as if it's some kind of prayer. as if she hadn't expected to be able to say it again, as if she hadn't expected to see him again. she sinks forward then both in relief and because her body can't keep her sitting up any longer, her face falling into his chest as the monitors start to calm.

"we gotta... stop meeting like this. at least... we... graduated from castles." claire wheezes her words out as reality starts to form around her.

[nastya-sokolova-2002]

I struggled with this almost all day!!!

So, now it's time to reveal the new characters from the previous post. We ask you to introduce these relatives of Alice, Eve and Afina. But let's start in order, starting with the oldest.

Harold Invent is an ordinary man living in the capital of the United States of America, as well as an inventor, as his last name says. By profession, he works as an ordinary businessman, which is what his ordinary uniform says. But as a hobby, he invents. The man's year of birth was 1948. In 1998, he invented the first robot that would be like a son to him and gave him the name Jairo. 11 years later, Harold invents his second son and gives him a Snowbot. Snowbot left them after a year. And Gyro, too. In 2011, Harold invents two more of his sons and gives them the names Wally and Kirk. But unfortunately, the robot brothers lived with their creator less than a Snowbot. They disappeared a month after their creation. Harold Invent, worried about the fact that he lost four of his sons, abandons making new robots. But in the year 10000, Harold, already realizing that he needs to find boys, invents girls to find them. The first girl was a robot named Gail, the second girl was a human, but only with abilities like one of her siblings. The man asked his girls so that they could find boys to reunite. From that moment on, Harold still hopes that he will be able to reunite with his children.

Gyro is the first robot and Harold's son. He is blue in color with red eyes and teeth on his mouth and blue hair, and his wrists and shoes are also red. His character is calm (when he addresses his family) and rude (when he addresses enemies). His abilities are levitation, laser beams from his pointing fingers and current (like all robots in Fanon). He lived with his creator after Snowbot escaped from him. The reason he left his father was because he was trying to find his brother. Gyro finds a Snowbot in the city of Robocity (the fictional city of Fanon) in 2012 and soon realizes that his brother has become the villain of this city. In the year 10001, he meets Wally and Kirk, who decided to visit Robocity and saved the inhabitants of this city from a Snowbot. But after defeating the enemy, he no longer sees Kirk and Wally.

Snowbot is the second robot and Harold's son. It is white-gray-black in color. His hair is white. His eyes, the teeth on his mouth, and his shoes are crimson. His wrists are red. Previously, his character was kind, stupid and curious. Now his character is malicious, indifferent, cunning and smart. He hates positive emotions very much and does not like being flirted with. The enemy of the city of Robocity and his family. His dream is to take over the robot city and rule it. He likes to make fun of everyone. His ability is levitation. It is the prototype of Kirk. He has sarcasm and audacity. His habit, when he relaxes, is to lie on his side and rest his head with one hand, either lying on something or during levitation. In 2009, when he was "born", he was a very good robot and played with his older brother Jairo. But a year later, Snowbot accidentally gets a virus and becomes very bad. But thanks to the virus, he gets new abilities such as: teleport to absolutely any place he wants; become a hologram on any screen; create a holographic world; disrupt the space-time continuum; in the form of a hologram on any screen, he can come out like Samara Morgan from the movie "The Bell"; he can hack everything. After receiving the virus, he escapes to Robocity and begins to live there and come up with plans to take over this city. In the year 10000, he meets Gail, who became his partner. A year later, one of his plans is destroyed by Wally and Kirk. In 10065, Gail invents a daughter named Alice for him and her, but Snowbot was very unhappy, saying that he was not up to posterity now. He told her: "If you don't get that brat out of my sight, I'll take you apart! Or I'll kick you out altogether!" But Snowbot doesn't know where Alice is now and he doesn't give a damn about her.

Wally is the third robot and Harold's son. It is yellow-gray-black in color. His hair is yellow. His eyes, the teeth on his mouth, and the shoes are light blue. His wrists are yellow. His character is kind, calm, very stupid, lazy, slow, clumsy, afraid of work, slow-witted and misunderstands the simplest instructions. His abilities are levitation, long-lasting power supply, memory erasure and vacuum breathing. His mouth can grind paper. He's a homosexual. In 2011, he and his twin brother Kirk lived with Harold for only a couple of months until they disappeared while walking and did not notice that they were far from their creator. After they tried to find their way home, they were caught by the staff and taken to the Foundation. There they accidentally meet Rory and get to know him. But the next day they don't see him anymore. After escaping from the Foundation in 2012, Wally and Kirk run away to another city where robots live, and begin to live there and do not suspect that Snowbot lives in this city, or the twins and Snowbot live in different areas of Robocity. But then Kirk and Wally noticed that Rory was coming to this city and they were happy to take him home. In 2019, Rory told them that he needed to find his mom because he missed her so much. Wally and Kirk barely let him go. After 2 years, they leave this city only realizing that they need to find their father. But during this search, they accidentally stumble upon a man who is the villain of some city, and they become his slaves. Wally and Kirk, despite the fact that they tolerated their boss by completing his tasks and listening to insulting words from him, they run away from him in the year 10000. And a year later, they accidentally meet their old friend Rory and invite him to visit Robocity, which Rory almost hesitantly agrees to. Then the three found out that in the city of Robocity, Snowbot had conceived some kind of plan to seize power over the city. But they overcome him. Even in the city, they accidentally met Gyro, but they don't see him anymore. In 10063, Wally and Kirk created their daughters Eve and Afina, but after a few years they hardly let them go when their daughters wanted to go to a distant university.

Kirk is the fourth robot and Harold's son. It is red-gray-black in color. His hair is red. His eyes, the teeth on his mouth, and the shoes are light blue. His wrists are yellow. His character is smart, serious, clumsy, less lazy than Wally. He speaks calmly, formally and without a filter. His abilities are exactly the same as Wally's, except that he also uses his mouth as a juicer (which then spills liquid through his index finger) and a printer. His eyes serve as a flashlight and a movie projector. His orientation is the same as Wally's. His biography is almost the same as Wally's because he and his twin brother are always together and never separate. Initially, he and Wally loved each other like real brothers, but later they had a loving relationship that then they created their daughters. When he met Gyro, he gave him the nickname Big Bro, but at the same time he did not suspect that Gyro was really an older brother to him.

Gail is the fifth robot and Harold's first daughter. It is orange-gray-black in color. Her hair is orange. Her eyes, the teeth on her mouth and the shoes are yellow. Her wrists are orange in color. Her character is sly, stubborn, flirtatious and cunning. She was invented by Harold so that she could find her older brothers. In the city of Robocity in the year 10000, she finds a Snowbot and becomes her partner. She also falls in love with him and flirts with him, but he is very annoyed by this. Her abilities are like Gyro's. In 10063, she created Alice, but after hearing Snowbot's displeased words, she sends Alice to an orphanage in Robotics and no longer sees her and does not know where Alice is now.

Gina is Harold's sixth creation and second daughter. She looks like an ordinary person, but has abilities like Gyro and Gail. Her hair is white, and her eyes and clothes are red. Her bangs always cover one eye. Her character is kind and intelligent. She was created by Harold to find the older brothers, which in the end she is still looking for them.

Some facts:

1) Wally is the only robot that can change the voice chip. When you change the voice chip, his accent and character will change. He is also the only one who can turn his neck 360 degrees.

2) What do Wally and Kirk have in common: they reboot and return to normal if you click on both of their eyes at the same time. The sound of their restart resembles the same as Microsoft Windows. Despite the fact that they are robots, they receive energy not only from electricity, but also when they drink oil and eat bolts. They both know Morse Code. They are the "prototypes" of two robots from the Sonic the hedgehog universe named Orbot and Cubot.

3) Snowbot's favorite song is Gangnam Style from singer PSY

4) Gail's favorite song is Wannabe from the musical group "Spice Girls"

5) Snowbot, Gail, Wally and Kirk are the first robots that do not have the ability to reproduce sexually

6) Wally and Kirk are named after English actors Wally Wingert and Kirk Thornton, who voice them in Fanon

7) Also Kirk, Wally, Snowbot and Gail are a spoiler for the sixth chapter of the fanfic "The Last Pages of History". But the sixth chapter will officially appear in "100 years"

P. S. Tomorrow will be Kirk and Wally's emotions as a sample.