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2024.05.20 02:38 MonkeyLover03 Just found out I’m pregnant
Hello everyone! Sorry for the long post In advance!
I have PCOS and just found out I’m pregnant on Thursday! However, I’m super confused as I’ve had a lot going on. So I thought I had a period May 4th to 7th as I remember having 1-2 heavy day with some clotting. However my other days were fairly light so it was shorter than normal for me and I didn’t really have cramping too much either. Then May 14th I woke up in the morning and immediately had to throw up and I thought it was food poisoning. I also started taking ovulation tests that day and my tests were blazing until the 16th and that’s when I decided maybe I should take a pregnancy test and sure enough I am pregnant. I should also mention that Thursday I was spotting until today and today I haven’t really bled also it’s been brown.
I went to my OBGYN to get betas on Thursday and then Friday I traveled for a funeral on Saturday and I got those Saturday morning my HCG was 133 but my progesterone was only 1.8 so I was very worried. I ended up getting dehydrated because I went to a much hotter place and I went to the ER Saturday night and they looked at everything and my HCG was now 201 but I don’t think they tested progesterone. I got an IV fluid and ultrasounds and they told me there was nothing seen because I was so early along, they didn’t have worry about an ectopic pregnancy at the moment because nothing was seen.
So I just got home today and I am going to get blood work done tomorrow again to test HCG and progesterone but I am very nervous as to what is going on. My cramping has been mild but does feel like faint period cramps. My left boob hurts and the pain kind of goes into my back shoulder blade a little bit. I feel fine just tired and occasionally nauseas. My lines on my test are pretty dark and obviously my HCG is going up.
My thing is I’m just very nervous with a lot of anxiety and these pains are scaring me. Then traveling and getting dehydrated I feel like I had a lot of stress these last few days. So I am just wanting some advice, maybe some examples any of you have experienced? Thank you so much and again sorry about the long post.
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I have PCOS and just found out I’m pregnant on Thursday! However, I’m super confused as I’ve had a lot going on. So I thought I had a period May 4th to 7th as I remember having 1-2 heavy day with some clotting. However my other days were fairly light so it was shorter than normal for me and I didn’t really have cramping too much either. Then May 14th I woke up in the morning and immediately had to throw up and I thought it was food poisoning. I also started taking ovulation tests that day and my tests were blazing until the 16th and that’s when I decided maybe I should take a pregnancy test and sure enough I am pregnant. I should also mention that Thursday I was spotting until today and today I haven’t really bled also it’s been brown.
I went to my OBGYN to get betas on Thursday and then Friday I traveled for a funeral on Saturday and I got those Saturday morning my HCG was 133 but my progesterone was only 1.8 so I was very worried. I ended up getting dehydrated because I went to a much hotter place and I went to the ER Saturday night and they looked at everything and my HCG was now 201 but I don’t think they tested progesterone. I got an IV fluid and ultrasounds and they told me there was nothing seen because I was so early along, they didn’t have worry about an ectopic pregnancy at the moment because nothing was seen.
So I just got home today and I am going to get blood work done tomorrow again to test HCG and progesterone but I am very nervous as to what is going on. My cramping has been mild but does feel like faint period cramps. My left boob hurts and the pain kind of goes into my back shoulder blade a little bit. I feel fine just tired and occasionally nauseas. My lines on my test are pretty dark and obviously my HCG is going up.
My thing is I’m just very nervous with a lot of anxiety and these pains are scaring me. Then traveling and getting dehydrated I feel like I had a lot of stress these last few days. So I am just wanting some advice, maybe some examples any of you have experienced? Thank you so much and again sorry about the long post.
2024.05.20 02:38 OhTheHueManatee First 2 successful dives of the year. I feel elated!
The last time I dove was in Dec (unless you count a few pool dives but who does). I finally got to dive today. It was in a lake with low visibility but awesome none the less. I kind of dig the low visibility. It's reminds me of those all black levels from Max Payne. I saw some fish and found a Bluetooth speaker (happy to get that battery out of the water). We went 50 feet which was surreal down there . It's like flying through a wasteland. I feel damn great afterwards. Not only mentally but physically as well though my back is starting to hurt again. I got to try out an HP 100 and a 117. The 117 was heavy and awkward, like me, but I loved it in the water. My buoyancy was the best it's ever been and I only needed 8 pounds of lead. I only had issues with floating twice and both times I got a handle on it. I've decided I'm going to try to get one of those (I like it more than the 100). Still need to work on submerging gracefully, doing Trex arms, breathing and a few other things. Thank you all for your insight and suggestions
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2024.05.20 02:32 Sea_Wallaby_ May Long Weekend - Flora Peak Adventure
 | Flora Peak, Fraser Valley, BC 12km, 1200m elevation gain (roughly) submitted by Sea_Wallaby_ to backpacking [link] [comments] For weeks I wanted to plan a camping trip over May Long weekend, but I don’t have a core group of friends nearby that enjoy backcountry camping. I called a few people that I thought might be interested, but as the date got closer everyone already had plans for the long weekend. Cut to Friday over lunch, I was texting an outdoorsy friend who lives about 4-5 hours away. We talked about how we wanted to get outside this weekend, but everyone around us was busy… last minute decisions led to her packing a bag within an hour and arriving at my house that very night. We laid out the goods, dehydrated our own meals and fruit snacks overnight, and left around 10:00 the next day. We started from the trailhead at 1:30, later than we’d hoped, but made it to the first camp site by 3:00 where we set up the tent and ditched our heavy bags. We continued at 3:40 the rest of the way up and had to turn around at 6:00, about 500m from the peak, as there was steep, slick ice and snow which we weren’t prepared for. Along the way we heard a constant low drumming noise echoing through the valley which we debated between a mating elk or large ground bird. On the way down we saw a grouse hen just off the trail and ran the math. We made it back to camp where my friend warmed her cold and wet feet in the tent while I got started on dinner. The lightweight stove I had just bought was unfortunately sold open so when I attached it to the gas it sprayed everywhere. I proceeded to give myself a lovely chemical burn. All was well, my friend changed her socks, warmed her feet and I poured water over my hand and the burning went away after 15 minutes. Our boiling soup quickly turned to slightly warm soup with undercooked noodles and crunchy potatoes. We had a good time and thought the whole thing was funny. We broke many high branches before landing our roped food bag on a barely 7 ft high branch, well low enough for a bear to pluck right out of the tree. Ended the night sharing stories and a bottle of mango soju before bed. Though no bears deemed our uncooked noodles a decent enough meal, we both dreamt about a bear attacking our campsite. This morning we skipped making what would’ve been a lukewarm coffee, ate breakfast bars and made it down in 50 minutes. All in all, lessons were learned and will be ignored again in the future, and we had a great first camp of the year! We laughed for every slip, fall, barrel roll, and thigh deep step through snow. TLDR: ramblings about having a fun, last minute camping trip with a friend. Main takeaways: never camp alone, laugh when you fall, and don’t go beyond your limits. |
2024.05.20 02:24 xtremexavier15 TMPI 13
The episode resumed on a shot of Zee and Jo, their skin tones back to normal, running up to a smiling Chris. "Welcome back," he told the camera. "Zee and helper Jo are the first to arrive here, at the world's largest mud puddle!" The camera pulled back, revealing that the trio was standing near the edge of a large lake of burbling mud, a measuring stick rising out of it at the nearest edge.
"It's eight feet deep," Chris explained over a close-up of the measuring stick showing the mud reaching up very nearly to the 8' mark, "and 200 yards across. And," the camera quick-panned to the far right side of the 'puddle', "since it's too thick to swim through," the shot cut back to the couple and Chris, "the only way to the other side is with one of you piggybacking the other."
"Umm...," Zee said hesitantly, sharing a wary look with Jo, "doesn't that mean the person on the bottom..."
"Will drown?" Chris finished. "Yes."
"What?!" Jo said in wide-eyed shock.
"Unless they use this garden hose!" Chris added, a light chime playing as he held up a length of green hose.
Zee let out a breath. "Okay then. Guess I'm on the bottom, then."
Jo's eyes widened a bit in a brief bit of surprise, and she looked at her partner. "I should be objecting to this since I'm supposed to be the helper, but hey. No heavy lifting from me."
"Yeah…" Zee agreed half heartedly.
Confessional: Zee
"I was able to hold Jo onto my back while we were skiing," Zee told the confessional. "I can still do the same while under mud."
Confessional Ends
"I know that I said you were weak in the past," Jo said, "but that was until I saw that you were able to make it this far in the game."
"You thought wrong about me," Zee replied. "I wasn’t active at first in challenges and finding food, but with Julia eliminated, I was able to grow and become a finalist."
Chris suddenly stepped between the two. "How touching. Now start the challenge."
The scene cut to Zee and Jo jumping into the mud, the former disappearing below its depths while the latter, on his shoulders, held up the length of the hose. They started moving forward, and the camera panned back to the left to show Harold, Scarlett, and Chris holding up another length of hose.
"Yeah, I'll be on top," Harold stated.
"Pardon me?" Scarlett countered, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't trust you not to let me drown," Harold told her. "Self-preservation comes first."
Scarlett groaned. "That's fair," she said, taking the hose from Chris, "but if you let me suffocate, I'm dragging you down into the mud with me."
"Crustal," Harold deadpanned, and as Scarlett crouched down, she jumped onto the brainiac's shoulders. Scarlett stood back up and put the end of the hose in her mouth, and she jumped into the mud.
The tense music faded away as the camera moved onto Chris, the host sighing as Chef walked up. "You think the mud was a bad idea?" Chris asked. "It's a little quiet… oh yeah," Chris said as if in sudden realization, "almost forgot about the Peanut Gallery. Bring 'em back in!" he said into a walkie talkie he only then pulled out.
Moments later, the wind kicked up around them, and the camera zoomed out to show the large helicopter flying in with the former contestants still hanging – and screaming as they swayed ominously – below it. "Would you let us down already?!" Leshawna shouted angrily. "It's freezin' up here!"
"Yeah, I want to cheer for Zee!" Julia chimed in.
"If I wasn't tied up right now, I'd have half a mind to pound you!" Duncan shouted at the host.
The camera focused on DJ. "Hey, Chris?" he looked forward and asked loudly. "Just bring us down before anybody else gets miffed at you!"
"No, and I don't care," Chris answered with a calm smile, until Chef whispered to him. A flat note played over a close-up of Chris staring blankly at him. "Huh...good point," he admitted. "Ooh!" he said with a sudden grin. "I just had an idea!"
A flash took the scene to Zee and Jo, the tense challenge music resuming at a low volume and slow pace in the background. They were still slogging through the mud, Zee out of sight but Jo only submerged up to her stomach. She looked back over her shoulder, smiled, then said "Keep going!" into the piece of hose she was holding. "They're way far behind!"
Confessional: Zee
"So as it turns out," Zee said, "being submerged in the mud is kinda like being trapped in the dark. But there aren't any animals below to scare me."
Confessional Ends
The music ramped up as Jo suddenly stopped moving, then seemed to turn around and start moving back towards the start. "Uh, Fruit Loop?" she asked into the hose. "We're going the wrong way!"
The camera cut to Harold, looking somewhat bored as he held the hose atop Scarlett's shoulders, before noticing the other team and frowning. "Why are they coming this way?"
"Ugh! They're too safe to sabotage each other!" came the sudden voice of Chris McLean, the camera cutting to him standing in the show's jeep with Chef at the wheel, speaking into the microphone of the jeep's loudspeaker. "Deploy the 2.0 model!"
The shot cut back to Harold and Jo as they looked around with strange expressions, the sound of something like a rocket taking off coming from somewhere in the distance. They looked up and to the left, and the camera shifted to their viewpoint to show a large object shooting up through the sky overhead...
...then abruptly diving towards them, revealing itself as a red-eyed robotic bear with small jet engines coming out of its back. Harold and Jo screamed as their respective partners continued in their previous directions, getting out of the way as the Bear landed in the mud. It hit with enough force to cause a wave of mud, which shot all the way across the puddle carrying the finalists and their helpers along for the ride. All four immediately began to cough upon landing in a muddy heap.
Confessional: Harold
"At least I have a better shot," Harold said. "We're tied right now, but who knows what other tricks Chris has up his sleeves."
Confessional Ends
A close-up of the nozzle of a fire hose in Chef's hands preceded him blasting the muddy finalists and helpers with water, all four screaming where they'd landed on the shore of the 'puddle'. Moments later, the water was shut off, leaving them drenched but clean.
"We're all tied up," Chris announced with a smile. "Perfect time for a little break. First, let's bring in the Peanut Gallery again." He took out his remote and pointed it at a patch of ground nearby, a hole opening up in it and a rather shoddy-looking set of stadium seats shooting up out of it with the ten former contestants seated – and still tied-up – in it.
"Sha-finally," Lightning said, the shot cutting to him sitting in the top row with B, DJ, Duncan, and Max and Leshawna, Ella, Julia, Sammy, and Amy in the bottom row. "Are we gonna get to watch the rest of the challenge now?"
"Yup!" Chris answered with a happy smile, pressing the button on his remote again so that a large widescreen television emerged from another hole in the ground near him and the finalists.
"Will you untie us too?" Ella chimed in.
Chris huffed. "Whine, whine, whine," he said in annoyance. "Don't I do enough for you kids as it is?"
"No," all fourteen of the season's cast members replied at the same time.
A flat note played over a close-up of the host pursing his lips. "Yeah, I owe Chef twenty bucks about that," Chris said, the camera zooming back out again to show the finalists and helpers. "Everyone, grab a seat," he instructed, and the four reluctantly sat down on the logs lying behind them. "I'm gonna show you some of my favorite clips from the show..." He pointed his remote at the TV, and the shot focused in as it switched on and started to play footage of a confessional...
"Dunderhead was already pretty useless," Jo complained. "But now he's making moves on one of the actually decent players on the team? Not on my watch!"
The camera cut in close to show Jo pausing and looking back. "Something on your mind, Anti-Squeakerbox?" she asked, the camera shifting to show B peering at her and shaking his head.
“It's not what you think it is," Jo told him. "As long as they are on this team, Julia and Zee will not date."
“Not exactly how I wanted the elimination to play, but hey. Julia’s gone and with Zee still in the game, I could manipulate him into doing whatever I say,” Jo grinned.
The footage paused, and Chris leaned out in front of the television with a wide and mischievous grin. "Seems like there isn't a shipper on deck…" he said impishly.
"So you were trying to keep me and Julia apart?" Zee said as the camera moved to him and Jo, his eyes wide with shock. "Does this mean that...,"
"Yup. I convinced Julia to quit," Jo replied. "I didn't expect her to fully go through with it since I was gonna vote you out!"
"I can't believe you'd try and do that!" Zee said with a glare!"
"If I didn't do what I did, then you two likely would've blown challenges for us like the dueling one!" Jo argued back.
The camera focused on Julia in the Peanut Gallery. "I was trying to defend my boyfriend, but sure," she said dryly.
"I'm just worried what Chris is gonna show from Scarlett," Sammy said. "It looks like he wants to mess up the finalists and their helpers..."
"Maybe he won't show anything?" Amy suggested. "I mean, it's not like Scarlett and Harold were that close to begin with."
The shot cut back to a smiling Chris. "Oh, don't worry, I have no intention of leaving those guys out of all this fun," he said happily.
"I don't see how," Scarlett said. "Harold already knows everything about me now. I’m practically an open book."
Chris laughed. "Seems you forgot that the cameras are always on. So here's some more juicy information that everybody gets to hear." The screen on the TV went from static to a scene from the fifth episode.
Scarlett herself grabbed the dueling stick Ella retrieved, fished an electric eel out of the water, and tossed it to Max. "Max!" she cried, and her teammates looked at her in confusion, prompting her to pretend that she had coughed. "Pardon me!"
“The plan was for Max to be the only one not in the trap, so the team would know he built it and vote him off!” Scarlett confessed.
"I overheard Leshawna and Harold's conversation when they were foraging together, and Leshawna being on to me is something that I refuse to let happen," Scarlett claimed. “Zee's really gullible enough to deceive, and I'll try to talk to Ella.”
A deep, dramatic note was struck over a shot of Harold in shock. "So it was you who got Leshawna eliminated!" he scowled in Scarlett's direction.
"I wasn't ready to come out just yet, and between the two of you, you were less likely to warn anyone about me!" Scarlett retorted.
"So all this time, Scarlett was aiming to usurp her master!" Max ranted.
"I don't blame her," Leshawna commented. “As much of a pain as she is, I would've done the same thing and sent your annoying behind home.”
"Okay," Chris said happily as the shot moved onto him, "I'm sensing some major hostility and I'm liking it. I'm out of popcorn, though, so we should probably get back to the challenge."
"Seriously?!" the finalists and helpers alike exclaimed.
"Obviously, the helpers aren't gonna be very helpful anymore," Chris replied. "So, instead of helpers, Jo and Scarlett will now be hinderers." As he spoke, Chef walked back into view with a pair of video game controllers, tossing one each to Scarlett and Jo. "The island is now back online," Chris continued, "and, with these controllers, they will be able to throw up obstacles to throw you down, or, completely crush you."
The shot cut to Scarlett as she looked at her controller and smirked. "Good to know."
"Looking forward to it," Jo said in determination.
Harold and Zee gulped, and Chris laughed. "That was the good part," he said. "Let me tell you the bad part. You have ten minutes to finish this challenge," he told Zee and Harold. "If neither of you do, Scarlett and Jo get to split the money."
"Dude, what?" Zee said in shock.
"You can't do that!" Harold protested.
"I can! I will! I am! GO!" Chris announced, blowing his airhorn right in Chef's face, earning an annoyed sigh from the man. Harold and Zee immediately ran off, but the camera cut to a close-up of a thoughtful Jo.
"Well...I want the money, but I'm not really comfortable with how this is set up," Jo said to herself. "But...I guess it wouldn't be too bad if I just made this a little more challenging for them..."
"Do what you want," Scarlett said, the camera panning over to show her grinning darkly with her controller in hand. "I'm getting my justice."
Confessional: Jo
“And I thought I was an underhanded person,” Jo mentioned to herself. “Velma has less morals than me and Gnome Master.”
Confessional: Scarlett
"I was snubbed in the last episode," Scarlett confessed. "And now that I've been given permission, I can stop the finalists from winning without getting electrocuted!" She pulled out the remote from the seventh episode. "I don't even need this device. I have a controller to do the job for it."
Confessionals End
A few quick drum taps opened up a deep and dangerous challenge theme, the scene returning to Zee and Harold sprinting across the open field only to gape in shock as the pine trees in the background starting launching like rockets.
"What the heck?" Harold said. "Rocket trees?"
One landed right behind them, forcing both finalists to roll forward out of the way. "This island is wild!" Zee cried as the two continued running, more and more trees landing behind them like massive spears.
The two were shown together in a brief close-up, raising their eyebrows in surprise. A quick-pan ahead revealed the landscape changing, trees and rock formations rising up out of the artificial ground to form a large, dense barrier.
Harold jumped ahead of Zee as they climbed over the first big rock formation.
Zee vaulted downward and dashing forward along a lower 'path' among the rocks. Just as he was about to jump down onto grass, however, a boulder shot upward – and he landed on it groin-first. A close-up showed him letting out a high-pitched squeal of pain.
Harold's wince drew the camera's attention back upward to show him leaping from a boulder and grabbing onto the branch of a tree, only for the tree to suddenly shoot back down into the ground – causing him to yell as it dragged him down and slammed him back-first onto a fallen log.
Zee gave him a quick concerned glance as he jumped onto the same log, then upwards onto a rock formation before climbing onward and to the right and out of sight.
The scene cut back to the hinderers, both still working their controllers with Scarlett still looking considerably happier about it. "No need to change what works," Jo said uncertainty.
"What happened to that cutthroat attitude you've been displaying?" Scarlett asked. "Don't throw it away when I can get something out of it. And lower some of those trees. They're giving them too much cover from this storm I'm whipping up."
The camera panned onto the monitor to show Zee and Harold struggling against a powerful wind as they walked through what looked like a dense forest as leaves, dust, branches, and various small woodland animals blew past them.
A focus on the monitor's screen transitioned the scene back to the challenge. "I think...I can see the finish line in the distance," Zee said, pausing for a moment as he struggled against the intense gale.
"They're not making this easy on us," Harold commented.
The pair briefly passed behind a thick and mossy pine tree, the camera zooming in slightly as they reappeared. "Would you?" Zee asked.
"...I guess not," Harold answered after a moment.
The shot cut back to the Peanut Gallery to show them watching with worry and anticipation. "C'mon, Harold," Leshawna spoke. "Just hang in there."
"I know you can win this, Zee," Julia said. "You deserve it after everything."
Then the camera cut back to the hinderers, Chris standing next to their monitor with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. "Ooh! They're getting close!" he said excitedly, prompting Scarlett to scowl and Jo to frown.
Once more the scene moved back to the finalists, their arms raised to buffer themselves against the winds – snow beginning to fall and lightning beginning to crack in the background - with Harold in the lead. "Two minutes left!" Chris called out over the island's loudspeaker. "Two minutes!"
"I...," Harold said with glee. "I think I can make it!"
"Not if I can help it!" Zee shouted, speeding up as the dense trees around him and Harold began to recede into the ground – and the tense and dangerous challenge music resumed. "If I win, me and Julia can go out and change the world together."
"I have to win this," Harold told him. "I've been undervalued and looked down on by my peers, friends, and even my family. I need to prove my might."
The snowy ground below their feet began to crack. A hollow sound played, then all at once, the ground shot up under them, earning startled yells from both. The shot soon cut to the new peak they were standing on rising up into the sky, then stopping.
"Drats..." Zee muttered, both finalists looking down with wide eyes. his final word echoed as the camera zoomed out, revealing the snowy mountain they were now at the top of.
The Peanut Gallery was shown gasping, as were Jo, though Scarlett was smiling as their misfortune. "Twenty seconds left...!" Chris said as the camera moved on to him looking at his watch.
The shot cut back to Harold. "I guess it's over," he sighed. “Scarlett wins after all.”
Zee noticed a bulge in the snow beside him. The boy shoved his hand into it and pulled out the phone Duncan stole from Chris. "I don't know how this got here, but we have to get down. Start stomping the ground."
Harold nodded and stomped on the ground at his feet, and after a few cracks, Zee hurled the phone down, breaking the device apart. Their eyes widened as the mountain began to crumble under them, and the ground imploded in on itself.
"Six! Five!" Chris began to count off, the music cutting out save for a single plodding note to highlight each number. "Four!" The camera panned onto the television, showing both finalists tumbling through the snow and rock. "Three! Two! One!" The shot cut to the finish banner, then zoomed out to show the avalanche stopping just under it – with neither finalist in sight. "GAME OVER!" he announced, blowing on his airhorn as a subdued but triumphant riff played.
Jo stood up in surprise, and Scarlett started cheering.
"My mission was a success!" Scarlett said in victory. “Now hand over my well-deserved prize!”
"Congratulations Jo and Scarlett," Chris said with his usual smile. "Revenge is sweetest-" he glanced at the monitor- "ohhhhh, what have we here?" he said with a sudden look of shock, the music cutting out as he pointed at the television screen.
A sharp note played as a familiar hand stuck out of the snow lying just past the finish line and waved. Scarlett's jaw dropped in shock, and Jo let out a sigh of relief.
The scene cut to the finish line, the camera pulling back a little ways as Chef walked up with a stretcher, dressed as a female nurse. Leshawna ran onscreen and pushed him out of the way. Chef flew off frame with a shout, and Leshawna grabbed the arm and pulled, freeing a shocked and snowy Harold from the aftermath of the avalanche. "Oh," he groaned, looking around as Leshawna dropped him on the stretcher, "what happened?" he asked as the victorious music began to play again with much more enthusiasm.
"You won, Ginger Baby!" Leshawna answered with a smile, the camera pulling out even more to show Harold looking back at the finish banner.
"I did it!" Harold said excitedly. "Harold Norbert Cheever Doris McGrady V has claimed victory! Boo yah!" he raised his arms and cheered, the shot cutting away to show all of the Peanut Gallery cheering.
“We weren't able to talk to each other as much, and it's clear we like each other as more than just friends, but how about we hang out a little bit back home and see where things go?” Leshawna suggested.
“As long as we don't rush into a committed relationship, I'd like that,” Harold smiled back.
The camera panned to the left to show Julia frantically pulling a dazed and half-conscious Zee from the rest of the avalanche, and picking him up onto her back.
"Julia," Zee said weakly, "I'm sorry that I-"
"Be quiet," Julia said with a weak smile as she carried her boyfriend over to the stretcher and set him down next to Harold. "You need to rest."
"But-" Zee tried to say.
He was cut off by Julia grabbing his head and kissing him full on the lips. "You didn’t win the money, but we can still provide for the world in our own ways, and with the power of love," she said with a smile as she broke the kiss, leaving Zee looking dopey.
The capstone theme began to play as the footage skipped ahead to a shot of the open sky, the double-rotored helicopter soon flying up into view. "That's it for this very, very off season," Chris began, standing in the open doorway with Zee and Julia sitting on the edge letting their legs dangle freely with Julia leaning into Zee; Harold and Scarlett standing on either side of Chris, the latter annoyed and the former grinning while holding the suitcase full of money to his chest; and the rest of the cast, crouching down and peering over in the gaps between and behind the rest, constantly jockeying for position as they tried to get one last shot of themselves on camera.
"This is Chris McLean, saying if you can't stand the pain-" the handsome host continued, the shot cutting in closer- "stay off the Total! Drama! Paaaahkitew Island!"
"RE-VENGE!" Max suddenly yelled from behind Scarlett, shoving her out of the helicopter, and the brainiac screamed as she fell.
The camera lingered on the dumbfounded looks of Chris and the other ex-campers, all of them staring at Max in shock. "This is how a traitor should be rewarded," he said, crossing his arms and closing his eyes defiantly.
The ex-campers and host burst out laughing, and a fun and energetic tune started to play. The camera panned over to the windshield to show Chef laughing along with the rest of the cast from the pilot's seat, and the helicopter flew away.
The music soon faded away, though, and the scene quick-panned down to show a screaming Scarlett landing in the giant mud puddle. She quickly surfaced with a shocked splutter, and pulled herself out onto dry land. "How am I going to get home now because of those imbeciles?!"
A few ominous notes were struck, and a ferocious growl caught Scarlett's attention. She looked up, and the camera zoomed out to show Scuba Bear 2.0 standing over her, eyes red. "Heheh," the brainiac laughed nervously. "You're not going to hurt me are you?"
The scene abruptly cut outward to the full long-distance shot of the island, the ominous music ending as Scarlett's scream and Scuba Bear's snarl echoed across the lake.
(Roll the Credits)
Lightning - 14th
DJ - 13th
Amy - 12th
B - 11th
Julia - 10th
Max - 9th
Leshawna - 8th
MERGE
Jo - 7th
Duncan - 6th
Ella - 5th
Sammy - 4th
Scarlett - 3rd
Zee - 2nd
Harold - 1st
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"It's eight feet deep," Chris explained over a close-up of the measuring stick showing the mud reaching up very nearly to the 8' mark, "and 200 yards across. And," the camera quick-panned to the far right side of the 'puddle', "since it's too thick to swim through," the shot cut back to the couple and Chris, "the only way to the other side is with one of you piggybacking the other."
"Umm...," Zee said hesitantly, sharing a wary look with Jo, "doesn't that mean the person on the bottom..."
"Will drown?" Chris finished. "Yes."
"What?!" Jo said in wide-eyed shock.
"Unless they use this garden hose!" Chris added, a light chime playing as he held up a length of green hose.
Zee let out a breath. "Okay then. Guess I'm on the bottom, then."
Jo's eyes widened a bit in a brief bit of surprise, and she looked at her partner. "I should be objecting to this since I'm supposed to be the helper, but hey. No heavy lifting from me."
"Yeah…" Zee agreed half heartedly.
Confessional: Zee
"I was able to hold Jo onto my back while we were skiing," Zee told the confessional. "I can still do the same while under mud."
Confessional Ends
"I know that I said you were weak in the past," Jo said, "but that was until I saw that you were able to make it this far in the game."
"You thought wrong about me," Zee replied. "I wasn’t active at first in challenges and finding food, but with Julia eliminated, I was able to grow and become a finalist."
Chris suddenly stepped between the two. "How touching. Now start the challenge."
The scene cut to Zee and Jo jumping into the mud, the former disappearing below its depths while the latter, on his shoulders, held up the length of the hose. They started moving forward, and the camera panned back to the left to show Harold, Scarlett, and Chris holding up another length of hose.
"Yeah, I'll be on top," Harold stated.
"Pardon me?" Scarlett countered, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't trust you not to let me drown," Harold told her. "Self-preservation comes first."
Scarlett groaned. "That's fair," she said, taking the hose from Chris, "but if you let me suffocate, I'm dragging you down into the mud with me."
"Crustal," Harold deadpanned, and as Scarlett crouched down, she jumped onto the brainiac's shoulders. Scarlett stood back up and put the end of the hose in her mouth, and she jumped into the mud.
The tense music faded away as the camera moved onto Chris, the host sighing as Chef walked up. "You think the mud was a bad idea?" Chris asked. "It's a little quiet… oh yeah," Chris said as if in sudden realization, "almost forgot about the Peanut Gallery. Bring 'em back in!" he said into a walkie talkie he only then pulled out.
Moments later, the wind kicked up around them, and the camera zoomed out to show the large helicopter flying in with the former contestants still hanging – and screaming as they swayed ominously – below it. "Would you let us down already?!" Leshawna shouted angrily. "It's freezin' up here!"
"Yeah, I want to cheer for Zee!" Julia chimed in.
"If I wasn't tied up right now, I'd have half a mind to pound you!" Duncan shouted at the host.
The camera focused on DJ. "Hey, Chris?" he looked forward and asked loudly. "Just bring us down before anybody else gets miffed at you!"
"No, and I don't care," Chris answered with a calm smile, until Chef whispered to him. A flat note played over a close-up of Chris staring blankly at him. "Huh...good point," he admitted. "Ooh!" he said with a sudden grin. "I just had an idea!"
A flash took the scene to Zee and Jo, the tense challenge music resuming at a low volume and slow pace in the background. They were still slogging through the mud, Zee out of sight but Jo only submerged up to her stomach. She looked back over her shoulder, smiled, then said "Keep going!" into the piece of hose she was holding. "They're way far behind!"
Confessional: Zee
"So as it turns out," Zee said, "being submerged in the mud is kinda like being trapped in the dark. But there aren't any animals below to scare me."
Confessional Ends
The music ramped up as Jo suddenly stopped moving, then seemed to turn around and start moving back towards the start. "Uh, Fruit Loop?" she asked into the hose. "We're going the wrong way!"
The camera cut to Harold, looking somewhat bored as he held the hose atop Scarlett's shoulders, before noticing the other team and frowning. "Why are they coming this way?"
"Ugh! They're too safe to sabotage each other!" came the sudden voice of Chris McLean, the camera cutting to him standing in the show's jeep with Chef at the wheel, speaking into the microphone of the jeep's loudspeaker. "Deploy the 2.0 model!"
The shot cut back to Harold and Jo as they looked around with strange expressions, the sound of something like a rocket taking off coming from somewhere in the distance. They looked up and to the left, and the camera shifted to their viewpoint to show a large object shooting up through the sky overhead...
...then abruptly diving towards them, revealing itself as a red-eyed robotic bear with small jet engines coming out of its back. Harold and Jo screamed as their respective partners continued in their previous directions, getting out of the way as the Bear landed in the mud. It hit with enough force to cause a wave of mud, which shot all the way across the puddle carrying the finalists and their helpers along for the ride. All four immediately began to cough upon landing in a muddy heap.
Confessional: Harold
"At least I have a better shot," Harold said. "We're tied right now, but who knows what other tricks Chris has up his sleeves."
Confessional Ends
A close-up of the nozzle of a fire hose in Chef's hands preceded him blasting the muddy finalists and helpers with water, all four screaming where they'd landed on the shore of the 'puddle'. Moments later, the water was shut off, leaving them drenched but clean.
"We're all tied up," Chris announced with a smile. "Perfect time for a little break. First, let's bring in the Peanut Gallery again." He took out his remote and pointed it at a patch of ground nearby, a hole opening up in it and a rather shoddy-looking set of stadium seats shooting up out of it with the ten former contestants seated – and still tied-up – in it.
"Sha-finally," Lightning said, the shot cutting to him sitting in the top row with B, DJ, Duncan, and Max and Leshawna, Ella, Julia, Sammy, and Amy in the bottom row. "Are we gonna get to watch the rest of the challenge now?"
"Yup!" Chris answered with a happy smile, pressing the button on his remote again so that a large widescreen television emerged from another hole in the ground near him and the finalists.
"Will you untie us too?" Ella chimed in.
Chris huffed. "Whine, whine, whine," he said in annoyance. "Don't I do enough for you kids as it is?"
"No," all fourteen of the season's cast members replied at the same time.
A flat note played over a close-up of the host pursing his lips. "Yeah, I owe Chef twenty bucks about that," Chris said, the camera zooming back out again to show the finalists and helpers. "Everyone, grab a seat," he instructed, and the four reluctantly sat down on the logs lying behind them. "I'm gonna show you some of my favorite clips from the show..." He pointed his remote at the TV, and the shot focused in as it switched on and started to play footage of a confessional...
"Dunderhead was already pretty useless," Jo complained. "But now he's making moves on one of the actually decent players on the team? Not on my watch!"
The camera cut in close to show Jo pausing and looking back. "Something on your mind, Anti-Squeakerbox?" she asked, the camera shifting to show B peering at her and shaking his head.
“It's not what you think it is," Jo told him. "As long as they are on this team, Julia and Zee will not date."
“Not exactly how I wanted the elimination to play, but hey. Julia’s gone and with Zee still in the game, I could manipulate him into doing whatever I say,” Jo grinned.
The footage paused, and Chris leaned out in front of the television with a wide and mischievous grin. "Seems like there isn't a shipper on deck…" he said impishly.
"So you were trying to keep me and Julia apart?" Zee said as the camera moved to him and Jo, his eyes wide with shock. "Does this mean that...,"
"Yup. I convinced Julia to quit," Jo replied. "I didn't expect her to fully go through with it since I was gonna vote you out!"
"I can't believe you'd try and do that!" Zee said with a glare!"
"If I didn't do what I did, then you two likely would've blown challenges for us like the dueling one!" Jo argued back.
The camera focused on Julia in the Peanut Gallery. "I was trying to defend my boyfriend, but sure," she said dryly.
"I'm just worried what Chris is gonna show from Scarlett," Sammy said. "It looks like he wants to mess up the finalists and their helpers..."
"Maybe he won't show anything?" Amy suggested. "I mean, it's not like Scarlett and Harold were that close to begin with."
The shot cut back to a smiling Chris. "Oh, don't worry, I have no intention of leaving those guys out of all this fun," he said happily.
"I don't see how," Scarlett said. "Harold already knows everything about me now. I’m practically an open book."
Chris laughed. "Seems you forgot that the cameras are always on. So here's some more juicy information that everybody gets to hear." The screen on the TV went from static to a scene from the fifth episode.
Scarlett herself grabbed the dueling stick Ella retrieved, fished an electric eel out of the water, and tossed it to Max. "Max!" she cried, and her teammates looked at her in confusion, prompting her to pretend that she had coughed. "Pardon me!"
“The plan was for Max to be the only one not in the trap, so the team would know he built it and vote him off!” Scarlett confessed.
"I overheard Leshawna and Harold's conversation when they were foraging together, and Leshawna being on to me is something that I refuse to let happen," Scarlett claimed. “Zee's really gullible enough to deceive, and I'll try to talk to Ella.”
A deep, dramatic note was struck over a shot of Harold in shock. "So it was you who got Leshawna eliminated!" he scowled in Scarlett's direction.
"I wasn't ready to come out just yet, and between the two of you, you were less likely to warn anyone about me!" Scarlett retorted.
"So all this time, Scarlett was aiming to usurp her master!" Max ranted.
"I don't blame her," Leshawna commented. “As much of a pain as she is, I would've done the same thing and sent your annoying behind home.”
"Okay," Chris said happily as the shot moved onto him, "I'm sensing some major hostility and I'm liking it. I'm out of popcorn, though, so we should probably get back to the challenge."
"Seriously?!" the finalists and helpers alike exclaimed.
"Obviously, the helpers aren't gonna be very helpful anymore," Chris replied. "So, instead of helpers, Jo and Scarlett will now be hinderers." As he spoke, Chef walked back into view with a pair of video game controllers, tossing one each to Scarlett and Jo. "The island is now back online," Chris continued, "and, with these controllers, they will be able to throw up obstacles to throw you down, or, completely crush you."
The shot cut to Scarlett as she looked at her controller and smirked. "Good to know."
"Looking forward to it," Jo said in determination.
Harold and Zee gulped, and Chris laughed. "That was the good part," he said. "Let me tell you the bad part. You have ten minutes to finish this challenge," he told Zee and Harold. "If neither of you do, Scarlett and Jo get to split the money."
"Dude, what?" Zee said in shock.
"You can't do that!" Harold protested.
"I can! I will! I am! GO!" Chris announced, blowing his airhorn right in Chef's face, earning an annoyed sigh from the man. Harold and Zee immediately ran off, but the camera cut to a close-up of a thoughtful Jo.
"Well...I want the money, but I'm not really comfortable with how this is set up," Jo said to herself. "But...I guess it wouldn't be too bad if I just made this a little more challenging for them..."
"Do what you want," Scarlett said, the camera panning over to show her grinning darkly with her controller in hand. "I'm getting my justice."
Confessional: Jo
“And I thought I was an underhanded person,” Jo mentioned to herself. “Velma has less morals than me and Gnome Master.”
Confessional: Scarlett
"I was snubbed in the last episode," Scarlett confessed. "And now that I've been given permission, I can stop the finalists from winning without getting electrocuted!" She pulled out the remote from the seventh episode. "I don't even need this device. I have a controller to do the job for it."
Confessionals End
A few quick drum taps opened up a deep and dangerous challenge theme, the scene returning to Zee and Harold sprinting across the open field only to gape in shock as the pine trees in the background starting launching like rockets.
"What the heck?" Harold said. "Rocket trees?"
One landed right behind them, forcing both finalists to roll forward out of the way. "This island is wild!" Zee cried as the two continued running, more and more trees landing behind them like massive spears.
The two were shown together in a brief close-up, raising their eyebrows in surprise. A quick-pan ahead revealed the landscape changing, trees and rock formations rising up out of the artificial ground to form a large, dense barrier.
Harold jumped ahead of Zee as they climbed over the first big rock formation.
Zee vaulted downward and dashing forward along a lower 'path' among the rocks. Just as he was about to jump down onto grass, however, a boulder shot upward – and he landed on it groin-first. A close-up showed him letting out a high-pitched squeal of pain.
Harold's wince drew the camera's attention back upward to show him leaping from a boulder and grabbing onto the branch of a tree, only for the tree to suddenly shoot back down into the ground – causing him to yell as it dragged him down and slammed him back-first onto a fallen log.
Zee gave him a quick concerned glance as he jumped onto the same log, then upwards onto a rock formation before climbing onward and to the right and out of sight.
The scene cut back to the hinderers, both still working their controllers with Scarlett still looking considerably happier about it. "No need to change what works," Jo said uncertainty.
"What happened to that cutthroat attitude you've been displaying?" Scarlett asked. "Don't throw it away when I can get something out of it. And lower some of those trees. They're giving them too much cover from this storm I'm whipping up."
The camera panned onto the monitor to show Zee and Harold struggling against a powerful wind as they walked through what looked like a dense forest as leaves, dust, branches, and various small woodland animals blew past them.
A focus on the monitor's screen transitioned the scene back to the challenge. "I think...I can see the finish line in the distance," Zee said, pausing for a moment as he struggled against the intense gale.
"They're not making this easy on us," Harold commented.
The pair briefly passed behind a thick and mossy pine tree, the camera zooming in slightly as they reappeared. "Would you?" Zee asked.
"...I guess not," Harold answered after a moment.
The shot cut back to the Peanut Gallery to show them watching with worry and anticipation. "C'mon, Harold," Leshawna spoke. "Just hang in there."
"I know you can win this, Zee," Julia said. "You deserve it after everything."
Then the camera cut back to the hinderers, Chris standing next to their monitor with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. "Ooh! They're getting close!" he said excitedly, prompting Scarlett to scowl and Jo to frown.
Once more the scene moved back to the finalists, their arms raised to buffer themselves against the winds – snow beginning to fall and lightning beginning to crack in the background - with Harold in the lead. "Two minutes left!" Chris called out over the island's loudspeaker. "Two minutes!"
"I...," Harold said with glee. "I think I can make it!"
"Not if I can help it!" Zee shouted, speeding up as the dense trees around him and Harold began to recede into the ground – and the tense and dangerous challenge music resumed. "If I win, me and Julia can go out and change the world together."
"I have to win this," Harold told him. "I've been undervalued and looked down on by my peers, friends, and even my family. I need to prove my might."
The snowy ground below their feet began to crack. A hollow sound played, then all at once, the ground shot up under them, earning startled yells from both. The shot soon cut to the new peak they were standing on rising up into the sky, then stopping.
"Drats..." Zee muttered, both finalists looking down with wide eyes. his final word echoed as the camera zoomed out, revealing the snowy mountain they were now at the top of.
The Peanut Gallery was shown gasping, as were Jo, though Scarlett was smiling as their misfortune. "Twenty seconds left...!" Chris said as the camera moved on to him looking at his watch.
The shot cut back to Harold. "I guess it's over," he sighed. “Scarlett wins after all.”
Zee noticed a bulge in the snow beside him. The boy shoved his hand into it and pulled out the phone Duncan stole from Chris. "I don't know how this got here, but we have to get down. Start stomping the ground."
Harold nodded and stomped on the ground at his feet, and after a few cracks, Zee hurled the phone down, breaking the device apart. Their eyes widened as the mountain began to crumble under them, and the ground imploded in on itself.
"Six! Five!" Chris began to count off, the music cutting out save for a single plodding note to highlight each number. "Four!" The camera panned onto the television, showing both finalists tumbling through the snow and rock. "Three! Two! One!" The shot cut to the finish banner, then zoomed out to show the avalanche stopping just under it – with neither finalist in sight. "GAME OVER!" he announced, blowing on his airhorn as a subdued but triumphant riff played.
Jo stood up in surprise, and Scarlett started cheering.
"My mission was a success!" Scarlett said in victory. “Now hand over my well-deserved prize!”
"Congratulations Jo and Scarlett," Chris said with his usual smile. "Revenge is sweetest-" he glanced at the monitor- "ohhhhh, what have we here?" he said with a sudden look of shock, the music cutting out as he pointed at the television screen.
A sharp note played as a familiar hand stuck out of the snow lying just past the finish line and waved. Scarlett's jaw dropped in shock, and Jo let out a sigh of relief.
The scene cut to the finish line, the camera pulling back a little ways as Chef walked up with a stretcher, dressed as a female nurse. Leshawna ran onscreen and pushed him out of the way. Chef flew off frame with a shout, and Leshawna grabbed the arm and pulled, freeing a shocked and snowy Harold from the aftermath of the avalanche. "Oh," he groaned, looking around as Leshawna dropped him on the stretcher, "what happened?" he asked as the victorious music began to play again with much more enthusiasm.
"You won, Ginger Baby!" Leshawna answered with a smile, the camera pulling out even more to show Harold looking back at the finish banner.
"I did it!" Harold said excitedly. "Harold Norbert Cheever Doris McGrady V has claimed victory! Boo yah!" he raised his arms and cheered, the shot cutting away to show all of the Peanut Gallery cheering.
“We weren't able to talk to each other as much, and it's clear we like each other as more than just friends, but how about we hang out a little bit back home and see where things go?” Leshawna suggested.
“As long as we don't rush into a committed relationship, I'd like that,” Harold smiled back.
The camera panned to the left to show Julia frantically pulling a dazed and half-conscious Zee from the rest of the avalanche, and picking him up onto her back.
"Julia," Zee said weakly, "I'm sorry that I-"
"Be quiet," Julia said with a weak smile as she carried her boyfriend over to the stretcher and set him down next to Harold. "You need to rest."
"But-" Zee tried to say.
He was cut off by Julia grabbing his head and kissing him full on the lips. "You didn’t win the money, but we can still provide for the world in our own ways, and with the power of love," she said with a smile as she broke the kiss, leaving Zee looking dopey.
The capstone theme began to play as the footage skipped ahead to a shot of the open sky, the double-rotored helicopter soon flying up into view. "That's it for this very, very off season," Chris began, standing in the open doorway with Zee and Julia sitting on the edge letting their legs dangle freely with Julia leaning into Zee; Harold and Scarlett standing on either side of Chris, the latter annoyed and the former grinning while holding the suitcase full of money to his chest; and the rest of the cast, crouching down and peering over in the gaps between and behind the rest, constantly jockeying for position as they tried to get one last shot of themselves on camera.
"This is Chris McLean, saying if you can't stand the pain-" the handsome host continued, the shot cutting in closer- "stay off the Total! Drama! Paaaahkitew Island!"
"RE-VENGE!" Max suddenly yelled from behind Scarlett, shoving her out of the helicopter, and the brainiac screamed as she fell.
The camera lingered on the dumbfounded looks of Chris and the other ex-campers, all of them staring at Max in shock. "This is how a traitor should be rewarded," he said, crossing his arms and closing his eyes defiantly.
The ex-campers and host burst out laughing, and a fun and energetic tune started to play. The camera panned over to the windshield to show Chef laughing along with the rest of the cast from the pilot's seat, and the helicopter flew away.
The music soon faded away, though, and the scene quick-panned down to show a screaming Scarlett landing in the giant mud puddle. She quickly surfaced with a shocked splutter, and pulled herself out onto dry land. "How am I going to get home now because of those imbeciles?!"
A few ominous notes were struck, and a ferocious growl caught Scarlett's attention. She looked up, and the camera zoomed out to show Scuba Bear 2.0 standing over her, eyes red. "Heheh," the brainiac laughed nervously. "You're not going to hurt me are you?"
The scene abruptly cut outward to the full long-distance shot of the island, the ominous music ending as Scarlett's scream and Scuba Bear's snarl echoed across the lake.
(Roll the Credits)
Lightning - 14th
DJ - 13th
Amy - 12th
B - 11th
Julia - 10th
Max - 9th
Leshawna - 8th
MERGE
Jo - 7th
Duncan - 6th
Ella - 5th
Sammy - 4th
Scarlett - 3rd
Zee - 2nd
Harold - 1st
2024.05.20 02:19 Ok_Instance8938 Gn
As night's curtain falls, and shadows play, Fear not the challenges of the coming day. In dreams' embrace, find refuge sweet, Where worries fade, and anxieties retreat.
The final test draws near, a puzzle to unfold, But in sleep's tender arms, let your spirit hold. Be merry, for rest is a treasure rare, A gift to cherish, before the dawn's affair.
So close your eyes, let dreams take flight, As knowledge whispers in the still of night. When morning dawns, let wisdom soar, And reach the heights you've longed for.
To those awake in the hush of night's domain, Be not troubled by worries that remain. Find peace in slumber's gentle embrace, For with the dawn, comes a new grace.
This is my parting ode, a song of the night, For all to find solace in sleep's gentle light. May dreams be your guide, as you journey well, And awake to the triumphs your heart does compel.
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The final test draws near, a puzzle to unfold, But in sleep's tender arms, let your spirit hold. Be merry, for rest is a treasure rare, A gift to cherish, before the dawn's affair.
So close your eyes, let dreams take flight, As knowledge whispers in the still of night. When morning dawns, let wisdom soar, And reach the heights you've longed for.
To those awake in the hush of night's domain, Be not troubled by worries that remain. Find peace in slumber's gentle embrace, For with the dawn, comes a new grace.
This is my parting ode, a song of the night, For all to find solace in sleep's gentle light. May dreams be your guide, as you journey well, And awake to the triumphs your heart does compel.
2024.05.20 02:16 ZetaRESP Deku's future is...
... not as bleak as some people think it is. I mean, sure, he no longer has OFA, and we're not sure if he will even have a quirk in the future... however, I recently saw a video about how strong is Deku without OFA and, well...
Under normal human standards, he's freaking BUSTED.
First and foremost: Deku's last time as a Quirkless was to TRAIN HIS ASS OFF TO GET HIS QUIRK. Remember that scene of him lugging trash around the beach with Small Might on top? Yeah, that's something that's normally done by COMPETITION STRONGMEN, and even then they don't drag garbage on the sand, they drag vehicles on the solid ground, so it's even harder. Also, he had to carry Muscular All Might around and that's 562 pounds of people to carry around. As mentioned in the video, the record of a similar trip was of 1450 pounds... but that was DEAD weight, not LIVE weight, and the one that did that is a 6'5 tall, 230 pounds pure muscle strongman. Deku is a 5'5 tall, 143 pounds Cinnamon Roll that looks like you could take him down with a well-placed sneeze. He even pulled/pushed/lifted a FREAKING TRUCK on top of a PILE OF TRASH prior to get OFA. So... yeah, he's pretty strong.
(Extra mention: comments in the video state that the strongman I mentioned was WAY heavier than what I mentioned when he did his deadlift, which I honestly can see, some saying he might have had been 400 pounds when he lifted that 1450 punds dead weight, which makes Deku seem all the more impressive)
Secondly, and this is important: He barely used OFA until after the sports festival due to the fact he was still breaking bones with it... meaning he didn't use it on the first part, so he was doing this crap with a massive plate of metal WITHOUT HIS QUIRK. That involves using it like a sword to slice the same kind of robot that he had to punch during the entrance Exam (except smaller, but it was still a Zero Pointer from that exam) as well as carrying it around like if it was a freaking sled. And according to the first video link and a calculation made based on the size of that thing, that piece of metal weighted OVER 1900 POUNDS. Yeah, you heard me. And he swung it around like it was Cloud's Buster Sword (which is only 30 pounds) or even Guts' own Dragon-Slayer sword (which is only 440 pounds, according to its creator, or 660 pounds according to fan calculations).
((Some other comment lowballs the size of the plate to 1545 pounds, but that's still impressive))
I also want to mention his speed, because, according to some calculations made on how fast was Deku swinging his Plate Sword against the robot... 100 MPH. That swing is above the average of most pro batters in MLB, and, as far as I know, bats in MLB are not 2 ton heavy lugs of steel. And, again, he didn't even get a boost in power from OFA, as even when he was using it, the boost didn't even reach 5%. With the added calculation that the acceleration of that slash was of 960 m/s2, the force he used to chop that robot was around 84.2 TONS OF FORCE, which means he can exert enough power to lift an M1 Abrams with power to spare ((even the lowball on the plate size gives us 68 tons of force, enough to lift at least an M1A1)). We also have his speed against Bakugo on their first fight. The video lowballs it (supposes Bakugo being half as powerful in his first battle with Deku against his second battle with Deku; could be even more so) by putting Deku around Mach 2 in combat speed. Again, the video is lowballing it by assuming Bakugo is half as strong as he is in his second fight, but we cannot be sure.
His reaction speed is something we need to fix here: The video puts it as actual speed (lowballing it at slightly over Mach 3), but luckily, we can help us with the fact this is Melee (Melee combat means the combatants are at most 1 meter away from each other, so we can use that). Mach 3 reaction speed puts reaction time at 0.98 MILLISECONDS. For context, average reaction speed of humans is 250 ms. And if you want to reach how fast is peak human reaction speed... well, current Top human speed is 12.42 m/s (Top speed of Usain Bolt), meaning the top reaction speed for a human sits at slightly over 80 milliseconds. So... yeah, he has super human speed AND reflexes before he even gets 5% OFA. Also, by that time, he was not using OFA beyond his arms and he had no brain processing feat, meaning this is all about his own body.
Then we have his analytic mind, which allowed him to win the race on the Sports Festival without using OFA whatsoever against the monsters of Katsuki and Shoto. Like... he was using no superpower and he was able to surpass them with his wits and his regular strength alone. So, he's smart, analytic and he's already able to lift a tank without any quirks. Then again Mirio is also very strong in the short time he's Quirkless himself, but he had to train A LOT to compensate for his quirk as well, so it may just be that people just don't train enough and if they were to train, they may be stronger than a lot of people.
We also need to add to all that came above was in the first few months and, at this point, Deku had to train for 2 years his body to withstand a power that literally broke his arm like putty the first time his used it, so he's likely EVEN STRONGER now after the time have passed (For starters, the video states Deku may be at least twice as fast at both combat speed and reaction, so that's an interesting thought).
Finally, few support items may make Deku strong enough to handle the whole business of being a super hero with the feats he has right now. Give him grappling cables, improve his gloves and boots (also, a suit that could keep his bones together, he will definitievely need that) and you have a good Spidey rip-off on your hands.
So.. yeah, even quirkless Deku is as powerful as a hero on the end of their grand journey could get.
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Under normal human standards, he's freaking BUSTED.
First and foremost: Deku's last time as a Quirkless was to TRAIN HIS ASS OFF TO GET HIS QUIRK. Remember that scene of him lugging trash around the beach with Small Might on top? Yeah, that's something that's normally done by COMPETITION STRONGMEN, and even then they don't drag garbage on the sand, they drag vehicles on the solid ground, so it's even harder. Also, he had to carry Muscular All Might around and that's 562 pounds of people to carry around. As mentioned in the video, the record of a similar trip was of 1450 pounds... but that was DEAD weight, not LIVE weight, and the one that did that is a 6'5 tall, 230 pounds pure muscle strongman. Deku is a 5'5 tall, 143 pounds Cinnamon Roll that looks like you could take him down with a well-placed sneeze. He even pulled/pushed/lifted a FREAKING TRUCK on top of a PILE OF TRASH prior to get OFA. So... yeah, he's pretty strong.
(Extra mention: comments in the video state that the strongman I mentioned was WAY heavier than what I mentioned when he did his deadlift, which I honestly can see, some saying he might have had been 400 pounds when he lifted that 1450 punds dead weight, which makes Deku seem all the more impressive)
Secondly, and this is important: He barely used OFA until after the sports festival due to the fact he was still breaking bones with it... meaning he didn't use it on the first part, so he was doing this crap with a massive plate of metal WITHOUT HIS QUIRK. That involves using it like a sword to slice the same kind of robot that he had to punch during the entrance Exam (except smaller, but it was still a Zero Pointer from that exam) as well as carrying it around like if it was a freaking sled. And according to the first video link and a calculation made based on the size of that thing, that piece of metal weighted OVER 1900 POUNDS. Yeah, you heard me. And he swung it around like it was Cloud's Buster Sword (which is only 30 pounds) or even Guts' own Dragon-Slayer sword (which is only 440 pounds, according to its creator, or 660 pounds according to fan calculations).
((Some other comment lowballs the size of the plate to 1545 pounds, but that's still impressive))
I also want to mention his speed, because, according to some calculations made on how fast was Deku swinging his Plate Sword against the robot... 100 MPH. That swing is above the average of most pro batters in MLB, and, as far as I know, bats in MLB are not 2 ton heavy lugs of steel. And, again, he didn't even get a boost in power from OFA, as even when he was using it, the boost didn't even reach 5%. With the added calculation that the acceleration of that slash was of 960 m/s2, the force he used to chop that robot was around 84.2 TONS OF FORCE, which means he can exert enough power to lift an M1 Abrams with power to spare ((even the lowball on the plate size gives us 68 tons of force, enough to lift at least an M1A1)). We also have his speed against Bakugo on their first fight. The video lowballs it (supposes Bakugo being half as powerful in his first battle with Deku against his second battle with Deku; could be even more so) by putting Deku around Mach 2 in combat speed. Again, the video is lowballing it by assuming Bakugo is half as strong as he is in his second fight, but we cannot be sure.
His reaction speed is something we need to fix here: The video puts it as actual speed (lowballing it at slightly over Mach 3), but luckily, we can help us with the fact this is Melee (Melee combat means the combatants are at most 1 meter away from each other, so we can use that). Mach 3 reaction speed puts reaction time at 0.98 MILLISECONDS. For context, average reaction speed of humans is 250 ms. And if you want to reach how fast is peak human reaction speed... well, current Top human speed is 12.42 m/s (Top speed of Usain Bolt), meaning the top reaction speed for a human sits at slightly over 80 milliseconds. So... yeah, he has super human speed AND reflexes before he even gets 5% OFA. Also, by that time, he was not using OFA beyond his arms and he had no brain processing feat, meaning this is all about his own body.
Then we have his analytic mind, which allowed him to win the race on the Sports Festival without using OFA whatsoever against the monsters of Katsuki and Shoto. Like... he was using no superpower and he was able to surpass them with his wits and his regular strength alone. So, he's smart, analytic and he's already able to lift a tank without any quirks. Then again Mirio is also very strong in the short time he's Quirkless himself, but he had to train A LOT to compensate for his quirk as well, so it may just be that people just don't train enough and if they were to train, they may be stronger than a lot of people.
We also need to add to all that came above was in the first few months and, at this point, Deku had to train for 2 years his body to withstand a power that literally broke his arm like putty the first time his used it, so he's likely EVEN STRONGER now after the time have passed (For starters, the video states Deku may be at least twice as fast at both combat speed and reaction, so that's an interesting thought).
Finally, few support items may make Deku strong enough to handle the whole business of being a super hero with the feats he has right now. Give him grappling cables, improve his gloves and boots (also, a suit that could keep his bones together, he will definitievely need that) and you have a good Spidey rip-off on your hands.
So.. yeah, even quirkless Deku is as powerful as a hero on the end of their grand journey could get.
2024.05.20 02:13 speedyBoi96240 Round 4: the phantom-weight champion versus the exalted seraph
 | Spitfire slumped over and trudged out of the arena. submitted by speedyBoi96240 to skylanders [link] [comments] His worldview had been altered severely. Not once in his life had he ever thought about giving an opponent respect on their deathbed. But there was just something about that fight that shook his head for him. He ended his round the least injured of anyone before him. An incredible feat considering the two before him were amongst the strongest skylanders. But not only that, round 3 had left the arena in the best state so far. Not many wounds lay upon the battlefield this time giving the cleaners a well deserved break after the catastrophic damage caused in the first 2 rounds. Ambush sat in the stands blown away by what he had just witnessed, other skylanders, mabu and greebles were loudly discussing the outcome. A large and intimidating figure loomed towards ambush. When it reached him a gruff yet booming voice greeted him. “AMBUSH MY GOOD FRIEND ITS NICE TO SEE YOU, WHAT DID I MISS?” Is what the man said. Ambush slightly startled turned to the man knowing exactly who he was. “Tri tip… ive told you countless times that you need to use your inside voice more often” ambush responded. “BUT AMBUSH MY GOOD FRIEND, THIS IS NO TIME FOR SILENCE, THIS IS TIME FOR UPROAR!” Tri tip countered. “Yes yes i suppose an event this exhilarating doesnt happen every day… now you asked what you missed correct?”. “YEYUP”. “Well that spitfire just turned our fellow miss boom bloom into past tense”. “WHAT?”. “I forget you're not the brightest… ahem, boom bloom is dead, spitfire killed her”. “WOAH, SOMEONE ACTUALLY BEAT A SENSEI? AMAZING!” tri tip seemed very happy for someone who had just lost a colleague and friend. “Disturbing priorities aside how is king pen doing?”. “OH YEAH I JUST SAW HIM, HE SHOULD BE SHIP SHAPE BY THE END OF THE NEXT ROUND HE SAID”. “Brilliant, i may have to fight again soon, i dont want him in the hospital for that”. “SO WHO’S UP NEXT?” Tri tip questioned. “Well if you had ever learnt to read you would see the notice board over there” ambush pointed to a large board hovering above the arena as if by magic. “WHEN ONE IS AS IN TOUCH WITH THE POWER OF THE CLUB AS I AM READING PALES IN COMPARISON MY FRIEND”. “Oh no doubt” ambush mocked “well it says the next to fight are night shift and knight light”. Tri tips eyes widened “NO WAY! THE KNIGHT LIGHT? YOU MEAN…”. “I do… the only knight i have ever trained, to surpass me…”. “WOW! I MEAN JUST WOW! WITH A MAN LIKE THAT FIGHTING MY CLUB WANES FOR MY ROUND EVEN MORE!” Tri tips joy could not be contained and exploded out into a destructive little dance that he performed so carelessly that he accidentally trampled a mabu or two yet failed to notice. Suddenly a voice echoed throughout the stadium. “ATTENTION VIEWERS OF THE MOST EXTRAVAGANT EXTRAVAGANZA TO GRACE THIS WORLD IN CENTURIES!” The voice seemed to be coming from speakers placed around the stands. “ROUND 4 OF THE TOURNAMENT WILL BEGIN SHORTLY! DONT FORGET TO PLACE YOUR BETS AND PLEASE MAKE SURE ANY CHILDREN WITHIN THE VICINITY ARE VACATED IMMEDIATELY”. “That’s the que tri tip…” ambush said. tri tip abruptly stopped his dance and swung himself onto one of the benches and yelled “OH SWEET! I CANT WAIT”. “No need to, looks like the fighters are already stepping up to the plate” ambush pointed out. “BRILLIANT! THEY REALLY DID MEAN SHORTLY WHEN THEY SAID SHORTLY!”. “Excellent observation…” ambush said as he rolled his eyes. Before anyone knew it the fighters of round 4 were staring each other down just like the six others before them. Knight light brandished his traptanium scimitar with a stoic expression on his face and night shift was shadow boxing the air inbetween the both of them. Both fighters took their professions before becoming skylanders very seriously. One was an all star in the ring, revered and highly admired amongst the viewership. The other was a knight like no other, an angelic swordsman that wore armour fashioned by the most esteemed blacksmiths and craftsmen skylands had ever known. Even with all of this being popular lore amongst skylands, no one could have forseen what would take place the millisecond the bell rang, no one except the two in the ring. Thats right, a ring, the very place night shift was the reigning champion in for most of his life, until he was forced out due to the officals having to ban his signature techniques. Thats right, they had to ban his fighting style to give anyone a chance. But in this ring… He was free. He could do anything he wanted to the man that stood before him. And night shift displayed his understanding of this once the bell rang… The vampiric boxer opened with a swift chomp to knight lights shoulder. And to everyones suprise… It broke through his armour… The same armour that had never been pierced, not even by the most divine weapons in skylands. Knight light was the only person who was unfazed. “Impressive…” Knight light praised. “You’re impressed by this, boy? Trust me this is nothing compared to what you have yet to see…” night shift stated condescendingly but truthfully. “Is that so? Then please, show me…” Knight light said confidently. Night shift smiled and responded with a technique he liked to call the over underhand. A powerful attack that ended 86% of his fights during his hayday. This involves throwing a simple over hand punch at range, then when the opponent least expects it, using his teleportation he would instantly move in close and throw a powerful under hand strike that embodies the true damage of the technique as opposed to the diversion the first hit is meant to be. So when he performed this on knight light you best believe it did some real damage. Knight light attempted a block on the over hand like so many did in the past. However he simply could not react to the under hand just like everyone else. The resulting damage from the attack left a boxing glove sized hole in knight lights armour revealing his stomach. “Remarkable, i never thoug-” knight light started before being interupted by a lightning fast barrage of punches that were thrown at him. Each punch dented his armour and spread cracks across its surface. Just after a few seconds of the barrage happening knight light had decided that he had had enough… He lifted his hand and bent his fingers like he was holding a sphere before launching a bright flash of light at night shift. “Fighting dirty are we? I can do that too…” knight light said as his opponent was violently blinded. Night shift still had his guard up however, so when knight light swung his scimitar with enough strength to cleave a mountain in two it was not a lethal blow. His knuckle had a chip in it and a tear in one of his coveted gloves was made but overall no problematic damage was taken. An impressive display of a boxing champions instinct that shocked the crowd. “WOW! THIS SHIFTY GUY HAS SOME REAL SKILLS” tri tip yelled to ambush over the cheering audience. “Indeed, however knight light isnt even attempting to win yet…” ambush responded. “WHAT!? THIS IS LITERALLY A FIGHT TO THE DEATH WHAT COULD HE BE WAITING FOR??” tri tip replied in a perplexed manner. “He knows that night shift is not just all stats”. “WHAT?”. “Sigh night shift has a trump card and knight light is trying to bait it out” ambush explained. “AHHH SO HE’S USING HIS BRAIN TO FIGHT! I NEVER REALLY GOT USED TO THAT” tri tip said honestly. “That is unfortunately excruciatingly evident…”. “YEAH WELL YOUR BIG FANCY WORDS HAVE NOTHING ON MY CLUB!” Tri tip yelled defensively. “Yes im sure thats the case, now lets just focus on the match” ambush redirected. “FINE! BUT ONLY BECAUSE THAT ONES THROWING A HAYMAKER!!”. and sure enough if you were watching the fight in that very moment you would see a still blinded night shift throw a devestatingly powerful punch that made a perfect connection with the skull of his opponent. A large shockwave was created by the impact and the tiles of the arena crumbled but more importantly knight lights helmet shattered into a thousand pieces. The man who's face had not been seen ever since his duty of protecting the starlight began… Had eyes cast upon that very face for the first time since then. Underneath he was not a gruff viking or an ascended immortal, instead he was just a person, like everyone else. All of the legends that were told about him had clouded everyones view of such a figure. The revealing of his face made knight light feel more human, it grounded him for the first time in a while, like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders. So the act came off, the veil was lifted and he spoke… “you shitty old man…”. At the very sight of hearing such words from this man the crowd silenced themselves. “Do you really think anything you have done so far is impressive?” He continued “Do you really think someone like me could ever be compared to you?” “Well… i thought those things too, until that punch just now” knight light smiled a comforting smile “All of my battles and feats placed me on a pedestal that i wasnt worthy of in my eyes” “But you have just brought me down into a sport” “A place i can be myself and not the stoic hero everyone thinks i am” “So for that i thank you” “Ya done squirt?” Night shift grumbled obviously just regaining his eyesight. “I am” knight light responded. “Good, because all of this character development is real nice n’ all but i want to know why, even after everything i’ve thrown at you…” “You’re still in the same spot you started the match in” The crowd remained silent but in response to night shifts statement the silence grew louder. No one had realised it but even after taking hits that easily broke his armour not once had knight lights feet ever left the ground, not once had he ever been knocked backwards, not once had he cried out in pain and whats more? Not once had he bled. “Well you see… my armour is moreso for theatrics, batman has his outfit, superman has his and so does wonder woman” knight light answered. “Are you sassing me compadre?” Night shift snarled. “Not at all! It is strong armour no doubt but my armour is never what made me strong, no no you see my bones and muscles were enhanced by the starlight itself, after a millenia within its proximity, intern granting me enormous power”. “You talk like your blood is gold and honestly that makes my blood boil but what you're telling me scares me…”. “Why’s that?”. “Because if what you said was true that means… that swing you took at me whilst i was blind, was your absolute weakest possible attack”. “Atleast it wasn’t obvious” knight light chuckled. The crowd began getting loud at the changing tides, this fight just went from fairly even to a massive mismatch. However an interesting development in knight lights demeanour was noticeable as it was no longer pompous and gallant but he was a lot more lax despite still displaying faint hints of those aforementioned traits. “Since a funeral is gonna have to happen soon its best we get back to the fight” night shift yawned. “We probably should but don’t dig your own grave like that, its unbecoming of a champion”. “Oh i wasn’t talking about me pal… ive got no one to attend my funeral”. “Ah a lonely road you’ve paved i take it?”. Night shifts eye twitched with irritation “let’s just box, im sick of hearing shakespear”. “As you wish” knight light obliged and opened with a brutal yet glamorous attack. This attack wasn’t even initiated by so little as a gesture. It simply started with light pouring out of knight lights body. This light was very water like and flowed gracefully before sharpening and becoming rigid. Once solid it wrapped around night shift before he had any hope of reacting to such an attack. It then pulled him towards knight light who began to charge up a special type of swing. One that follows through beyond all the way. This technique was one that had slain many elderitch horrors in the past and its name was “the celestial vortex”. Once night shift was stunned, helpless and in range knight light let loose… He swung his scimitar, but not just regularly, like i said, beyond all the way. The second half of the celestial vortex consists of a 1080 degree spin with the traptanium scimitar. This means the attack encompasses the full area around knight light and strikes three seperate times with powerful blows. And so that is exactly what happened to night shift… The first hit ripped through his ghastly body, the second shattered his mortal bones and the third killed him. Or so everyone thought because although his body laid lifeless on the ground moments after the incredible attack, a coffin manifested around it out of nowhere. This coffin had an ominous aura that swirled in demonic fury around it. But not long after appearing it burst open and a good as new night shift was there ready to settle the score. “Suprise, im immortal” he said with an astonishing amount of hubris for a man who just got diced in three seperate ways. “So thats it is it?” Knight light in the arena and ambush in the audience understood the event at the same time and prefaced this with the exact same words. “THATS GOTTA BREAK SOME KIND OF RULE RIGHT!?” tri tip roared in signature sportsfan fashion. “Well surely an opponent that can’t die has a supreme advantage in a battle to the death yes, however there may be ways around it we are currently unaware of” ambush tried to approach the situation with logic and reason. “NA THIS GUY IS GONNA WIN THE ENTIRE THING, THIS JUST GOT BORING IM OUT” tri tip angrily hopped out of his seat and turned to leave the stadium. Instead he bumped into an individual almost as large as himself. It was king pen, still bandaged up a tad but overall he seemed in good health. “Now now tri tip, did the club not teach you patience?” King pen persuaded. “WHA- KING PEN YOU’RE BACK UP AND RUNNING ALREADY!?” Tri tip was startled by the sudden appearance of his leader, mentor and friend. “Why yes i am, and im glad to say i did not miss too much of this spectacular match”. “BUT YOU SAID YOU’D BE READY BY THE END OF ROUND 4”. “Oh silly tri tip, always being so dense, thats what i love about you, theres no bigger picture in your mind. Can’t you see the round is already coming to a close?” His words sounded harsh but they were comforting and professional in a strange way. “I- IT IS?”. “Just watch, my friend” king pen put a hand on the shoulder tri tip did not have his club over and guided him back into his seat then sat peacefully beside him. Night shift was still, his guard was raised and his eyes were focused. Knight light was obviously brain storming, desperately trying to find a way he could overcome immortality. But it wasn’t possible… There isn’t a way to kill an opponent that can’t die… All he could do was smile softly. “There may be nothing i can do to you vampire… however! I will put up my very best against you!” He said confidently. “Id expect nothing less” night shift replied in agreement with his philosophy. And so knight light engaged with a heavy swing downwards onto night shift who swiftly teleported out of the way. Knight light spun around with another ferocious swing that again was dodged easily. The powerful shockwaves from these attacks tore apart the arena violently. Many more swings were performed and each successive one had more power than the last. After 12 or so more attacks night shift performed his final dodge. Not to say he got hit no, he simply began charging up a powerful punch in response to knight lights onslought. This was no ordinary punch however. The way he tensed his phantom muscles was very unique. He held the power that he would normally release into one of his jabs. This subsequently multiplied the force that the punch would exert. But the main problem was that he had to hold the punch for a while. A feat that wasn’t easy with an actively attacking opponent. So when knight light began another swing, night shift tapped into a power that would majorly help him. This power allowed him to constantly teleport to every location simultaneously within a small area around knight light. This made him virtually unhittable. He called it “the ghost gods ring”. Knight light was completely perplexed by the sight of such an ability. His attacks halted and his brain was scattered in thought. But again everything has a downside and this technique drained night shifts stamina incredibly fast. At the very least he had to throw this powerful punch with enough energy to not make it a dud. However he only had this one chance to do it… It was an all or nothing approach but it was the only way he could ever hope to win. So he channelled both techniques for an entire minute. A minute is what he assumed to be the perfect amount of time but really he had no clue. A constant minute of being omnipresent in a specific section of the arena… A constant minute of having his very internal forces gestate and multiply within his muscles… This was an incredibly risky play to make, if he didnt end this with this attack he was absolutely done for. His body would be destroyed internally and he would be forced to die over and over again until he had regained enough energy to try it again. But now was the time to launch it… He methodically stopped his rapid teleportation behind knight light. Then he released all of the pent up force he had been holding in, into a full fledged super punch. The punch radiated power, it generated shockwaves just by existing. Reality warped and light bended around it. The size of the fist grew to a humongous size as if by the will of the universe. This attack was called “The pinnacle of punches” and it ended 1% of night shifts matches back in the day. It came into contact with knight light before he even realised what was happening. Steam was being let off in every direction and the surrounding section of the arena was levelled completely with nothing built by mabu remaining. Knight lights last few pieces of armour turned to dust. All that survived was his boots and his pants. Night shift struggled to keep the punch thrown. His vision swayed and his energy dwindled but he kept holding out for the win. Well he did until… His fist exploded. The sheer pressure of the clash was too much for his hand to take. Everyone including both fighters were absolutely gobsmacked with this development in the fight. But what they were to see next would set the precedent… that this fight was unwinnable… Knight light appeared to have taken zero damage from that attack. And whats worse was the fact that his feet were still in the exact same spot they had been in the entire fight. The first person to realise the match was a lost cause was none other than night shift himself. “So thats it huh…” he said in a hushed tone “You are one hell of a guy” “You took the best i had…” “And you’re not just still standing…” “You didn’t even budge, you didn’t even bruise” “The only one who got hurt by that hit was me” “And honestly i’d be pissed if it didn’t…” “That was the strongest punch i have ever thrown and im proud of it” “But more importantly im concerned about this match now…” “Neither of us can kill the other, i can’t put a dent on ya and you can’t put me down for good” “So what’re we gon’ do?” He finished “While i appreciate your praise and your power i actually did think of a way to kill you” knight light confessed. If everyone wasn’t already silent from shock they were now. “You did?” Night shift asked intrigued. “Yeah but before i show you i just wanted to say a few things” “I’ve never had such an intense fight” “Its been a real rollercoaster and to be quite honest at the beginning i thought you were just a grumpy old fart” “But you exceeded every expectation i had of you” “And just for you im gonna try to talk normally from now on” he finished the sentence with one last comforting smile “Hehe… i’d say your doing a great job, i understood every word you said just fine” night shift chuckled. The whole crowd was dying to know what knight light had in store for them. No one could believe a way to kill the unkillable existed. But little did they know… Knight light was about to invent one… “Alright!” He yelled to gather everyones attention “Observe! For you won’t see a more impressive attack as long as you venture within this realm!” He said raising his arms, one holding his scimitar “So much for talking normally…” night shift mumbled. All of the spectators viewed intently only to see… Knight light doing the unthinkable before doing the even more unthinkable. He stepped forward… For the first time in this match he had moved out of his starting position. A thing that would be commonplace in any other fight had become suprising to see in this one. But he didn’t step forward for no reason no, he took a stance with his scimitar over his head in the air. He was slightly crouched and he held his free hand outwards like he was stopping someone. His wings outstretched themselves as if ready to take flight. Now that all of the preparation was done he inhaled slowly then exhaled even slower… Suddenly a pool of light formed around his feet and expanded to encompass a large area around him. Then his body began to glow with a radiant light, like that of the sun. The very same light encircled his sword and began to wrap around it like a web that flexed and vibrated in a helix pattern. “Your fighting style reminded me of something…” he began “The way you made yourself seem numerous and the fact that every punch you threw was stunningly beautiful” “It just brought stars to my mind” “And what was around before the stars?” “Nothing” “So thats exactly what this attack will do” “Not nothing, but it will completely erase anything in its path, wiping anything from the face of reality” The crowd loudly discussed this revelation. Ofcourse it was so simple yet no one else had ever thought of it. The crowd seemed to understand the weight of these statements. But one question was asked numerous times within their discussions. Could an attack really remove something from the world for good? Well… Knight light would be about to answer that question… For when he swings his blade… The truth will be evident. “In a way this attack will be named after you…” knight light was still talking as the attack was charging “You inspired it…” the light danced around him in the air and shimmered on his body “And Im going to name it after the inspiration” his scimitar was glowing with a very volatile and unstable light that shifted tones so much no one could determine its colour “It must be an honour having to be killed this way…” his muscles tensed in response to the light moving on his body as if they were soaking it in like a plant “Likewise its an honour having to kill you this way…” the very air in the stadium began to sparkle like glitter “That’s why im calling this ability, the highest possible grade of attack that can ever be reached, “the brightest constellation” as soon as he finished those words knight light jumped into the air “I couldn’t have had a better opponent in this here match today… thank you” night shift heroically stood proud ready to embrace death as he said his final words. The jump knight light performed broke the sound barrier and created a sonic boom that sent people in the stadium flying off of their seats. The liquid light that covered the floor of the arena attempted to follow him up into the sky, this created a bunch of pillars that were formed out of this light. Once knight light reached the apex of his jump he began hovering in place with his wings. “I thank you too…” he muttered knowing that only he could hear anything he had to say. Then he readied his scimitar and began a skydive back down to the arena. Light encompassed his body like a cacoon. It swirled enchantingly around him. On the otherhand the light on his blade began to erupt with an unsettling degree of colour. Before he knew it he was nearing the ground. In preparation he held his sword in the swinging position. Then when he was within the boundaries of the stadium again he swung his blade horizontally towards night shift with the momentum of his skydive included. All of the light within his blade, surrounding him and on the floor of the arena shot at night shift. He landed shortly after. Before reaching night shift the light transformed into stars that were linked together by lines, they resembled constellations incredibly well. But they didn’t last long because shortly after coming into creation they detonated and discharged a beyond blinding amount of light. Everyone in the audience could not see as a result of this. The attack was the mother of all flashbangs and everyone going wild in the stands proved it. The fact that they could not see meant they could not know what happened to night shift. And that was the main focus right in this moment. Everyone NEEDED to know what had happened. But no one would get an answer until the first few viewers regained their eyesight. After 19 excruciatingly long and chaotic minutes the very first people able to see again witnessed the state the arena was in. The entire third of the arena night shift was stood in… Had been decimated… It looked as though it had been carved right down to nothing, it boasted a weirdly smooth and eerie shape. Almost like within a radius of that attack, things had indeed been set to zero. But no one knew how. No one except knight light. Who was smiling with a tear in his eye. he grimly said with a catch in his throat “i’ll come to your funeral night shift…”. THE WINNER OF THIS BOUT IS KNIGHT LIGHT, THE EXALTED SERAPH! |
2024.05.20 02:11 PlainLily I think I was possessed in my dream and I don’t know what to do about it…
I want to preface this by saying that I’ve always been sensitive to paranormal stuff, both the bad and the good, but this happened recently and I don’t know how to go about it. Though I grew up in a Christian household, and definitely believe aspects of Christianity, I prefer to say I’m just spiritual rather than putting a religious label on my beliefs.
This happened few nights ago, where I had one of the most unique, vivid dreams I’ve ever had, involving myself, my brother and a dark entity. In this dream, I had been talking to my brother (who lives across the country) and I remember feeling a strong sense of unease and this idea that he isn’t able to fully communicate with me or see me, despite being in the middle of this conversation. At this point I remember starting to feel a bit panicked and generally just confused as to why I got this feeling and why it had come on so suddenly.
It was at this point of realization that I started to feel a heavy cloud begin entering my body, as if it was seeping through my skin or melting into me. As this darkness began flooding through me, I remember feeling my body submit to it, and I was unable to control my limbs and I was no longer able to speak to my brother, even though he was still talking to me. I don’t know how to explain it other than I felt like I was suddenly forced into the recesses of my mind, while this darkness settled in my body and took over my consciousness. I felt heavy and restrained and had no control over the words that came out of my mouth next.
In my own voice, but slightly deeper and hoarser, this thing began telling my brother how he was now in control of me, and how he wanted to hurt me and hurt him. It proceeded to repeat this over and over, as well as saying things like it desired to kill and bring harm to everyone I knew. It told my brother it wanted to take him next, and that it liked eating babies and a bunch of other horrid shit.
This entire time, my brother is almost in a trance like state, as if he didn’t realize what was happening but was witnessing me saying this stuff to him in slow motion; slow to react or unresponsive. I just remember trying to speak and communicate with my brother and tell him to call for God and pray, but this being inhabiting my body was physically forcing the words back down my throat, causing me to strain and choke. I’ve never felt anything like this in a dream, where I wasn’t able to snap out of it, or control what I was thinking about. Also, the physical sensations that accompanied this were unlike anything I’ve ever experienced when dreaming. I genuinely felt this darkness fighting against me as I tried to fight for control over what I was saying.
The entity began speaking more aggressively, and I could feel it getting angrier as I started pushing more to speak. I’ve never felt fear like this, being unable to control myself, so I began to chant in my mind with as much conviction as possible that I belong to Jesus Christ and that it could not take me or my brother. While chanting this, I kept pushing to try to speak, and was able to get the words “I pray to God” out of my mouth, though it was strained and muttered in between the entities ramblings.
It was only after I forced this out of my mouth, that I felt the entity retreat from inside me. It was as if it could control me as long as it could speak over me, but when I finally spoke and called out to God, it had no choice but to leave me. The feeling of it rushing out of my body was pretty immediate after that and I remember grabbing my brother, shaking him out of his trance, and telling him to pray to Jesus one more time before I startled awake.
I woke up on the mildly of the night, still with this feeling of dread, but prayed once more for protection before falling asleep again. Now I woke up pretty early, around 6am for work, and so none of my housemates were awake and all the lights were off in the house. Now despite feeling a little bit spoked about what happened in the night, I felt pretty safe walking around and going about getting ready. However, when I opened the door to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I saw a dark cloud of smoke in the shape of a head and shoulders hovering above the sink counter. Now the lights were off, but there was still some light seeping on from nearby windows since the sun rises pretty early in the summer. Because of this, I was clearly able to see the difference between the back tiles of the washroom, and this dark, smokey mass in front of my face. Startled, I flicked on the light and jumped back, and watched as it vanished with a puff.
I mean I obviously don’t know for sure, but I immediately connected that this dark smoke shadow reminded me of the same dark presence that has taken over me just that night, and immediately started praying again. I wasn’t even saying a proper verse or anything, just begging God to protect me and reiterating that this being was not welcome in my house and that it was not allowed to take over me, or hurt anyone I know.
I’m feeling generally at ease now, despite being a bit spooked out still, but so far, nothing has happened since that morning. I called my mom, who proceeded to call my grandmother (who’s very religious) and both were pretty freaked out and disturbed at what I described. They both said they would pray over myself and my house and told me to keep them updated. I also told my brother, who as a stereotypical teenager, was generally unfazed and just slightly concerned. Overall, I think this situation is over now, but I’m still unsure. Despite having paranormal experiences before this, I’ve never felt something so threatening and oppressive, and I can’t help but worry if I should be doing something more. My housemates are generally uncaring (all of them not believing in paranormal activity), so I can’t tell if I’m blowing this out of proportion or not.
I’ve never had a dream this physical before, and every previous time I’ve encountered “dark” presences, they’ve never had the ability to control my actions, nor have they ever spoken directly about/to me. If anyone’s had any similar experience or knows what this dream means, please tell me! All advice is welcome, even if it’s more for comfort rather than solutions.
submitted by PlainLily to Ghoststories [link] [comments]
This happened few nights ago, where I had one of the most unique, vivid dreams I’ve ever had, involving myself, my brother and a dark entity. In this dream, I had been talking to my brother (who lives across the country) and I remember feeling a strong sense of unease and this idea that he isn’t able to fully communicate with me or see me, despite being in the middle of this conversation. At this point I remember starting to feel a bit panicked and generally just confused as to why I got this feeling and why it had come on so suddenly.
It was at this point of realization that I started to feel a heavy cloud begin entering my body, as if it was seeping through my skin or melting into me. As this darkness began flooding through me, I remember feeling my body submit to it, and I was unable to control my limbs and I was no longer able to speak to my brother, even though he was still talking to me. I don’t know how to explain it other than I felt like I was suddenly forced into the recesses of my mind, while this darkness settled in my body and took over my consciousness. I felt heavy and restrained and had no control over the words that came out of my mouth next.
In my own voice, but slightly deeper and hoarser, this thing began telling my brother how he was now in control of me, and how he wanted to hurt me and hurt him. It proceeded to repeat this over and over, as well as saying things like it desired to kill and bring harm to everyone I knew. It told my brother it wanted to take him next, and that it liked eating babies and a bunch of other horrid shit.
This entire time, my brother is almost in a trance like state, as if he didn’t realize what was happening but was witnessing me saying this stuff to him in slow motion; slow to react or unresponsive. I just remember trying to speak and communicate with my brother and tell him to call for God and pray, but this being inhabiting my body was physically forcing the words back down my throat, causing me to strain and choke. I’ve never felt anything like this in a dream, where I wasn’t able to snap out of it, or control what I was thinking about. Also, the physical sensations that accompanied this were unlike anything I’ve ever experienced when dreaming. I genuinely felt this darkness fighting against me as I tried to fight for control over what I was saying.
The entity began speaking more aggressively, and I could feel it getting angrier as I started pushing more to speak. I’ve never felt fear like this, being unable to control myself, so I began to chant in my mind with as much conviction as possible that I belong to Jesus Christ and that it could not take me or my brother. While chanting this, I kept pushing to try to speak, and was able to get the words “I pray to God” out of my mouth, though it was strained and muttered in between the entities ramblings.
It was only after I forced this out of my mouth, that I felt the entity retreat from inside me. It was as if it could control me as long as it could speak over me, but when I finally spoke and called out to God, it had no choice but to leave me. The feeling of it rushing out of my body was pretty immediate after that and I remember grabbing my brother, shaking him out of his trance, and telling him to pray to Jesus one more time before I startled awake.
I woke up on the mildly of the night, still with this feeling of dread, but prayed once more for protection before falling asleep again. Now I woke up pretty early, around 6am for work, and so none of my housemates were awake and all the lights were off in the house. Now despite feeling a little bit spoked about what happened in the night, I felt pretty safe walking around and going about getting ready. However, when I opened the door to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I saw a dark cloud of smoke in the shape of a head and shoulders hovering above the sink counter. Now the lights were off, but there was still some light seeping on from nearby windows since the sun rises pretty early in the summer. Because of this, I was clearly able to see the difference between the back tiles of the washroom, and this dark, smokey mass in front of my face. Startled, I flicked on the light and jumped back, and watched as it vanished with a puff.
I mean I obviously don’t know for sure, but I immediately connected that this dark smoke shadow reminded me of the same dark presence that has taken over me just that night, and immediately started praying again. I wasn’t even saying a proper verse or anything, just begging God to protect me and reiterating that this being was not welcome in my house and that it was not allowed to take over me, or hurt anyone I know.
I’m feeling generally at ease now, despite being a bit spooked out still, but so far, nothing has happened since that morning. I called my mom, who proceeded to call my grandmother (who’s very religious) and both were pretty freaked out and disturbed at what I described. They both said they would pray over myself and my house and told me to keep them updated. I also told my brother, who as a stereotypical teenager, was generally unfazed and just slightly concerned. Overall, I think this situation is over now, but I’m still unsure. Despite having paranormal experiences before this, I’ve never felt something so threatening and oppressive, and I can’t help but worry if I should be doing something more. My housemates are generally uncaring (all of them not believing in paranormal activity), so I can’t tell if I’m blowing this out of proportion or not.
I’ve never had a dream this physical before, and every previous time I’ve encountered “dark” presences, they’ve never had the ability to control my actions, nor have they ever spoken directly about/to me. If anyone’s had any similar experience or knows what this dream means, please tell me! All advice is welcome, even if it’s more for comfort rather than solutions.
2024.05.20 02:10 PlainLily I think I was possessed in my dream and I don’t know what to do…
I want to preface this by saying that I’ve always been sensitive to paranormal stuff, both the bad and the good, but this happened recently and I don’t know how to go about it. Though I grew up in a Christian household, and definitely believe aspects of Christianity, I prefer to say I’m just spiritual rather than putting a religious label on my beliefs.
This happened few nights ago, where I had one of the most unique, vivid dreams I’ve ever had, involving myself, my brother and a dark entity. In this dream, I had been talking to my brother (who lives across the country) and I remember feeling a strong sense of unease and this idea that he isn’t able to fully communicate with me or see me, despite being in the middle of this conversation. At this point I remember starting to feel a bit panicked and generally just confused as to why I got this feeling and why it had come on so suddenly.
It was at this point of realization that I started to feel a heavy cloud begin entering my body, as if it was seeping through my skin or melting into me. As this darkness began flooding through me, I remember feeling my body submit to it, and I was unable to control my limbs and I was no longer able to speak to my brother, even though he was still talking to me. I don’t know how to explain it other than I felt like I was suddenly forced into the recesses of my mind, while this darkness settled in my body and took over my consciousness. I felt heavy and restrained and had no control over the words that came out of my mouth next.
In my own voice, but slightly deeper and hoarser, this thing began telling my brother how he was now in control of me, and how he wanted to hurt me and hurt him. It proceeded to repeat this over and over, as well as saying things like it desired to kill and bring harm to everyone I knew. It told my brother it wanted to take him next, and that it liked eating babies and a bunch of other horrid shit.
This entire time, my brother is almost in a trance like state, as if he didn’t realize what was happening but was witnessing me saying this stuff to him in slow motion; slow to react or unresponsive. I just remember trying to speak and communicate with my brother and tell him to call for God and pray, but this being inhabiting my body was physically forcing the words back down my throat, causing me to strain and choke. I’ve never felt anything like this in a dream, where I wasn’t able to snap out of it, or control what I was thinking about. Also, the physical sensations that accompanied this were unlike anything I’ve ever experienced when dreaming. I genuinely felt this darkness fighting against me as I tried to fight for control over what I was saying.
The entity began speaking more aggressively, and I could feel it getting angrier as I started pushing more to speak. I’ve never felt fear like this, being unable to control myself, so I began to chant in my mind with as much conviction as possible that I belong to Jesus Christ and that it could not take me or my brother. While chanting this, I kept pushing to try to speak, and was able to get the words “I pray to God” out of my mouth, though it was strained and muttered in between the entities ramblings.
It was only after I forced this out of my mouth, that I felt the entity retreat from inside me. It was as if it could control me as long as it could speak over me, but when I finally spoke and called out to God, it had no choice but to leave me. The feeling of it rushing out of my body was pretty immediate after that and I remember grabbing my brother, shaking him out of his trance, and telling him to pray to Jesus one more time before I startled awake.
I woke up on the mildly of the night, still with this feeling of dread, but prayed once more for protection before falling asleep again. Now I woke up pretty early, around 6am for work, and so none of my housemates were awake and all the lights were off in the house. Now despite feeling a little bit spoked about what happened in the night, I felt pretty safe walking around and going about getting ready. However, when I opened the door to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I saw a dark cloud of smoke in the shape of a head and shoulders hovering above the sink counter. Now the lights were off, but there was still some light seeping on from nearby windows since the sun rises pretty early in the summer. Because of this, I was clearly able to see the difference between the back tiles of the washroom, and this dark, smokey mass in front of my face. Startled, I flicked on the light and jumped back, and watched as it vanished with a puff.
I mean I obviously don’t know for sure, but I immediately connected that this dark smoke shadow reminded me of the same dark presence that has taken over me just that night, and immediately started praying again. I wasn’t even saying a proper verse or anything, just begging God to protect me and reiterating that this being was not welcome in my house and that it was not allowed to take over me, or hurt anyone I know.
I’m feeling generally at ease now, despite being a bit spooked out still, but so far, nothing has happened since that morning. I called my mom, who proceeded to call my grandmother (who’s very religious) and both were pretty freaked out and disturbed at what I described. They both said they would pray over myself and my house and told me to keep them updated. I also told my brother, who as a stereotypical teenager, was generally unfazed and just slightly concerned. Overall, I think this situation is over now, but I’m still unsure. Despite having paranormal experiences before this, I’ve never felt something so threatening and oppressive, and I can’t help but worry if I should be doing something more. My housemates are generally uncaring (all of them not believing in paranormal activity), so I can’t tell if I’m blowing this out of proportion or not.
I’ve never had a dream this physical before, and every previous time I’ve encountered “dark” presences, they’ve never had the ability to control my actions, nor have they ever spoken directly about/to me. If anyone’s had any similar experience or knows what this dream means, please tell me! All advice is welcome, even if it’s more for comfort rather than solutions.
submitted by PlainLily to reallifeghoststories [link] [comments]
This happened few nights ago, where I had one of the most unique, vivid dreams I’ve ever had, involving myself, my brother and a dark entity. In this dream, I had been talking to my brother (who lives across the country) and I remember feeling a strong sense of unease and this idea that he isn’t able to fully communicate with me or see me, despite being in the middle of this conversation. At this point I remember starting to feel a bit panicked and generally just confused as to why I got this feeling and why it had come on so suddenly.
It was at this point of realization that I started to feel a heavy cloud begin entering my body, as if it was seeping through my skin or melting into me. As this darkness began flooding through me, I remember feeling my body submit to it, and I was unable to control my limbs and I was no longer able to speak to my brother, even though he was still talking to me. I don’t know how to explain it other than I felt like I was suddenly forced into the recesses of my mind, while this darkness settled in my body and took over my consciousness. I felt heavy and restrained and had no control over the words that came out of my mouth next.
In my own voice, but slightly deeper and hoarser, this thing began telling my brother how he was now in control of me, and how he wanted to hurt me and hurt him. It proceeded to repeat this over and over, as well as saying things like it desired to kill and bring harm to everyone I knew. It told my brother it wanted to take him next, and that it liked eating babies and a bunch of other horrid shit.
This entire time, my brother is almost in a trance like state, as if he didn’t realize what was happening but was witnessing me saying this stuff to him in slow motion; slow to react or unresponsive. I just remember trying to speak and communicate with my brother and tell him to call for God and pray, but this being inhabiting my body was physically forcing the words back down my throat, causing me to strain and choke. I’ve never felt anything like this in a dream, where I wasn’t able to snap out of it, or control what I was thinking about. Also, the physical sensations that accompanied this were unlike anything I’ve ever experienced when dreaming. I genuinely felt this darkness fighting against me as I tried to fight for control over what I was saying.
The entity began speaking more aggressively, and I could feel it getting angrier as I started pushing more to speak. I’ve never felt fear like this, being unable to control myself, so I began to chant in my mind with as much conviction as possible that I belong to Jesus Christ and that it could not take me or my brother. While chanting this, I kept pushing to try to speak, and was able to get the words “I pray to God” out of my mouth, though it was strained and muttered in between the entities ramblings.
It was only after I forced this out of my mouth, that I felt the entity retreat from inside me. It was as if it could control me as long as it could speak over me, but when I finally spoke and called out to God, it had no choice but to leave me. The feeling of it rushing out of my body was pretty immediate after that and I remember grabbing my brother, shaking him out of his trance, and telling him to pray to Jesus one more time before I startled awake.
I woke up on the mildly of the night, still with this feeling of dread, but prayed once more for protection before falling asleep again. Now I woke up pretty early, around 6am for work, and so none of my housemates were awake and all the lights were off in the house. Now despite feeling a little bit spoked about what happened in the night, I felt pretty safe walking around and going about getting ready. However, when I opened the door to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I saw a dark cloud of smoke in the shape of a head and shoulders hovering above the sink counter. Now the lights were off, but there was still some light seeping on from nearby windows since the sun rises pretty early in the summer. Because of this, I was clearly able to see the difference between the back tiles of the washroom, and this dark, smokey mass in front of my face. Startled, I flicked on the light and jumped back, and watched as it vanished with a puff.
I mean I obviously don’t know for sure, but I immediately connected that this dark smoke shadow reminded me of the same dark presence that has taken over me just that night, and immediately started praying again. I wasn’t even saying a proper verse or anything, just begging God to protect me and reiterating that this being was not welcome in my house and that it was not allowed to take over me, or hurt anyone I know.
I’m feeling generally at ease now, despite being a bit spooked out still, but so far, nothing has happened since that morning. I called my mom, who proceeded to call my grandmother (who’s very religious) and both were pretty freaked out and disturbed at what I described. They both said they would pray over myself and my house and told me to keep them updated. I also told my brother, who as a stereotypical teenager, was generally unfazed and just slightly concerned. Overall, I think this situation is over now, but I’m still unsure. Despite having paranormal experiences before this, I’ve never felt something so threatening and oppressive, and I can’t help but worry if I should be doing something more. My housemates are generally uncaring (all of them not believing in paranormal activity), so I can’t tell if I’m blowing this out of proportion or not.
I’ve never had a dream this physical before, and every previous time I’ve encountered “dark” presences, they’ve never had the ability to control my actions, nor have they ever spoken directly about/to me. If anyone’s had any similar experience or knows what this dream means, please tell me! All advice is welcome, even if it’s more for comfort rather than solutions.
2024.05.20 02:06 lyla88 Did I let him go too soon?
sorry for the super long post and posting again, i've been such a mess and posting here has been the only thing that really helped in any way.
Mog was 11, 12 in august. He had been diagnosed with CKD two years ago when he went in for a teeth clean.
we immediatly switched him to special food kept an eye on his weight took him in for regular checks and he was doing great, he went to the vets in january and everything was good, he'd even put on a little weight. everything was normal, until it wasnt.
it was a wednesday, i noticed he was really drinking excesivly and only picking at his food. he was also getting into some strange places he'd never been interested in before, ontop of a tall cabinet, hidden on a shelf under the tv. i had started carying him to his meals as he wasn't interested in going upstairs.
that night he spent the entire evening tucked inside my dressing gown with me, untill i went to bed and i wrapped him up in my dressing gown and put him to bed on the couch.
the next morning, (thursday) he was no where to be found, MIL said he'd spent most of the very early morning curled up in one of his beds and he had gone out a little eairler, so i went out and shook his treats (usualy a foolproof way to get mog) but he didnt come running, so i kept shaking and after a few mins he came running but when he got to me he had no interest in the treats (big red flag). he gave me some headbuts and went off again, i was concerned so i went to see where he was going and he had found and lovely sunny spot in the neighbours garden and was resting happily, about an hour later (1pmish) he came home and he went stright to the shelf under the tv and curled up, not somewhere he had ever curled up before. i brought him some food and he ate but only when i gave it to him by hand and he had a big drink but he stayed where he was.
i spent that day laying on the floor next to him, stroking him, talking to him, offering him food and water every 4 hours but he stayed curled up, MIL kept an eye on him overnight (shes up long before the crack of dawn)
Friday morning he was acting a little more himself, more mobile but still trying to stay in high up places, he had some wet food and a few treats and was seeming pretty good when i had to leave for counciling.
when i came back my parther told me mog had been trying to get in some odd places, knocking books off the book shelf, not quite making jumps, as soon as my partner handed mog to me he clung to me so tight, he wrapped his little body over my shoulder and held on tight, he seemed scared and confused, i put on my dressing gown and he snuggled contently into it and thats where he stayed, he wasn't interested in food or water, in fact he barley moved, occasionaly stretching out a leg but that was all. he was inclined to have a little creamy white sauce that night from my plate.
deep down i think i knew his time was coming, but in the moment i truly had not accepted just how unwell he was getting, i just wanted him to have anything and everything he ever wanted but suddenly he didn't really want it. he slept through the rest of the night.
first thing saturday morning he wanted to be held by me, so thats what we did, i gave him some water and he had one or two bits of kibble before he was right back in my dressing gown where i could comfort and love him. however he wasnt comfortably snuggling with me, it felt like he was trying to hide, he had his head stuffed under my arm and was as flat agaist me as he could get, he was ignoring me talking to him and had to fully uncover his head to get his attention.
after a few hours and a couple of attempts with food and water without sucess i noticed he had urinated where he was but he didn't make any kind of reaction, he didnt even move, i'm unsure he even noticed. when i placed him down to change and clean him up he looked like he had woken up on another planet, barley moved just stared at his surroundings, i cleaned him up and he mustered up enough energy to try and get away from that.
as he was more awake now i gave him some water and he had a little and he also had a small amount of chicken, he was cleaning himself after when he seemed to panic, he bolted towards the kitchen window and forced his way out. i went stright outside with him where he took a few steps then started swaying, he let out this terrified cry and i caught him before he fell. the confusion in his eyes broke my heart, he didn't understand why his little body wasn't doing what it should.
i took him back inside and tried to settle him but he was adimant he wanted to be outside so i went out with him and he started licking the concrete (vet said its something to do with trying to get minerals into his system) then he slowly walked over to the bins licked the floor once more before attempting to jump up onto the bins, he didnt make it and i caught him again. this time he forced his head under my arm and tried to burrow in as deep as he could. i could feel his fear, my poor little baby was so terrified and confused and there was nothing i could do.
this was roughtly midday and for the next 3 hours thats where he satyed he only moved once to give my arm a little lick, i walked around with him, gently swaying and talking to him, crying alot because i knew something bad was happening to my baby and there was nothing i could do to help. when my partner came home i explained through tears what had happened and he called the vet for advice. they told us to bring him in a little over an hour later. i was terrified, i felt that if we went to the vet mog wouldn't be coming home but Mog still hadnt moved, i had to get their advice. i carried him to the vets in my dressing gown and he didnt react, not once, not even in the car or when we got to the vets.
he woke up in the office when i had to put him on the table. the vets reaction told me all i needed to know and i broke down again. the vet said they could hospitalise him and put him on fluids but that would likley only give him another 48 hours and i didnt want him spending his last hours alone in a cage, i couldnt do that to my baby.
he had lost 25% of his body weight in 3 months and the vet said he was ready so she wrapped him in his blanket and took him to insert a canular, he put up no resistance.
when she brought him back to me and placed him on the table i got down to his level and told him how much i loved him, he looked at me and let out a little purr before giving me a silent meow, i scratched his chin in his favorite spot and gave him so many little kisses before picking him up for the last time.
i was able to hold him untill his last breath, he was gone immediatly there was no fight left in his little body.
i can't help thinking i should've never gone to the vet that day and just held him untill he was ready to cross but i don't know if thats just because i miss him so terribly.
he was seemingly fine 4 days before, it all went downhill so fast then he was gone. i knew this day would come but i never expected it to be such a sudden decline and i have no idea if i did right by him and it haunts me.
i dont expect anyone to say anything, i just needed to put what happened out there. thanks for reading.
submitted by lyla88 to Petloss [link] [comments]
Mog was 11, 12 in august. He had been diagnosed with CKD two years ago when he went in for a teeth clean.
we immediatly switched him to special food kept an eye on his weight took him in for regular checks and he was doing great, he went to the vets in january and everything was good, he'd even put on a little weight. everything was normal, until it wasnt.
it was a wednesday, i noticed he was really drinking excesivly and only picking at his food. he was also getting into some strange places he'd never been interested in before, ontop of a tall cabinet, hidden on a shelf under the tv. i had started carying him to his meals as he wasn't interested in going upstairs.
that night he spent the entire evening tucked inside my dressing gown with me, untill i went to bed and i wrapped him up in my dressing gown and put him to bed on the couch.
the next morning, (thursday) he was no where to be found, MIL said he'd spent most of the very early morning curled up in one of his beds and he had gone out a little eairler, so i went out and shook his treats (usualy a foolproof way to get mog) but he didnt come running, so i kept shaking and after a few mins he came running but when he got to me he had no interest in the treats (big red flag). he gave me some headbuts and went off again, i was concerned so i went to see where he was going and he had found and lovely sunny spot in the neighbours garden and was resting happily, about an hour later (1pmish) he came home and he went stright to the shelf under the tv and curled up, not somewhere he had ever curled up before. i brought him some food and he ate but only when i gave it to him by hand and he had a big drink but he stayed where he was.
i spent that day laying on the floor next to him, stroking him, talking to him, offering him food and water every 4 hours but he stayed curled up, MIL kept an eye on him overnight (shes up long before the crack of dawn)
Friday morning he was acting a little more himself, more mobile but still trying to stay in high up places, he had some wet food and a few treats and was seeming pretty good when i had to leave for counciling.
when i came back my parther told me mog had been trying to get in some odd places, knocking books off the book shelf, not quite making jumps, as soon as my partner handed mog to me he clung to me so tight, he wrapped his little body over my shoulder and held on tight, he seemed scared and confused, i put on my dressing gown and he snuggled contently into it and thats where he stayed, he wasn't interested in food or water, in fact he barley moved, occasionaly stretching out a leg but that was all. he was inclined to have a little creamy white sauce that night from my plate.
deep down i think i knew his time was coming, but in the moment i truly had not accepted just how unwell he was getting, i just wanted him to have anything and everything he ever wanted but suddenly he didn't really want it. he slept through the rest of the night.
first thing saturday morning he wanted to be held by me, so thats what we did, i gave him some water and he had one or two bits of kibble before he was right back in my dressing gown where i could comfort and love him. however he wasnt comfortably snuggling with me, it felt like he was trying to hide, he had his head stuffed under my arm and was as flat agaist me as he could get, he was ignoring me talking to him and had to fully uncover his head to get his attention.
after a few hours and a couple of attempts with food and water without sucess i noticed he had urinated where he was but he didn't make any kind of reaction, he didnt even move, i'm unsure he even noticed. when i placed him down to change and clean him up he looked like he had woken up on another planet, barley moved just stared at his surroundings, i cleaned him up and he mustered up enough energy to try and get away from that.
as he was more awake now i gave him some water and he had a little and he also had a small amount of chicken, he was cleaning himself after when he seemed to panic, he bolted towards the kitchen window and forced his way out. i went stright outside with him where he took a few steps then started swaying, he let out this terrified cry and i caught him before he fell. the confusion in his eyes broke my heart, he didn't understand why his little body wasn't doing what it should.
i took him back inside and tried to settle him but he was adimant he wanted to be outside so i went out with him and he started licking the concrete (vet said its something to do with trying to get minerals into his system) then he slowly walked over to the bins licked the floor once more before attempting to jump up onto the bins, he didnt make it and i caught him again. this time he forced his head under my arm and tried to burrow in as deep as he could. i could feel his fear, my poor little baby was so terrified and confused and there was nothing i could do.
this was roughtly midday and for the next 3 hours thats where he satyed he only moved once to give my arm a little lick, i walked around with him, gently swaying and talking to him, crying alot because i knew something bad was happening to my baby and there was nothing i could do to help. when my partner came home i explained through tears what had happened and he called the vet for advice. they told us to bring him in a little over an hour later. i was terrified, i felt that if we went to the vet mog wouldn't be coming home but Mog still hadnt moved, i had to get their advice. i carried him to the vets in my dressing gown and he didnt react, not once, not even in the car or when we got to the vets.
he woke up in the office when i had to put him on the table. the vets reaction told me all i needed to know and i broke down again. the vet said they could hospitalise him and put him on fluids but that would likley only give him another 48 hours and i didnt want him spending his last hours alone in a cage, i couldnt do that to my baby.
he had lost 25% of his body weight in 3 months and the vet said he was ready so she wrapped him in his blanket and took him to insert a canular, he put up no resistance.
when she brought him back to me and placed him on the table i got down to his level and told him how much i loved him, he looked at me and let out a little purr before giving me a silent meow, i scratched his chin in his favorite spot and gave him so many little kisses before picking him up for the last time.
i was able to hold him untill his last breath, he was gone immediatly there was no fight left in his little body.
i can't help thinking i should've never gone to the vet that day and just held him untill he was ready to cross but i don't know if thats just because i miss him so terribly.
he was seemingly fine 4 days before, it all went downhill so fast then he was gone. i knew this day would come but i never expected it to be such a sudden decline and i have no idea if i did right by him and it haunts me.
i dont expect anyone to say anything, i just needed to put what happened out there. thanks for reading.
2024.05.20 02:01 berniecratbrocialist Best product for mitigating hangovers or other side effects?
I'm in my mid-30s and my tolerance has dropped like a rock. I'm not a heavy drinker, I only drink on weekends and I never have more than two glasses with a meal, but even that's getting rough, and I'd prefer not to give up the pleasure of wine with a nice dinner every now and again.
So far Party Aid (powder, not drink) has worked pretty well, but I'm wondering what other products people have used and liked. No Wasted Days didn't work great *and* it tasted disgusting. Morning Recovery was eh for me. I've only tried Dose in conjunction with other products but it does seem to have helped. Any others?
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So far Party Aid (powder, not drink) has worked pretty well, but I'm wondering what other products people have used and liked. No Wasted Days didn't work great *and* it tasted disgusting. Morning Recovery was eh for me. I've only tried Dose in conjunction with other products but it does seem to have helped. Any others?
2024.05.20 02:00 mariya_oh_na_na Battery health and usage
 | An overused topic i know. But out of curiosity, submitted by mariya_oh_na_na to iPhone15ProMaxFans [link] [comments] My batt health went down to 99% after 3 months after 26(?) cycle. Context: used to care much on this back when this is new that i check the health every finish charging then i didnt. But due to heavy use yesterday i did check on it and it went down 1% in just three months, is it okay? I didnt use my phone much in that 3 months too, i mainly use it on weeknights and weekends. On weekdays i only charge it 2-3 (max) times a week except on weekend that i do charge it once a day. But these past three sundays we've been out of town that i had to charge it 2- 3 times on the same day on a powerbank and yesterday i did three with on off data and bluetooth mainly used camera too. It did became hot somehow but not enough to stop the charging, then this morning i charge it again after it fully charged i check the health. My charing habit is 20/30-80 (set). Did the sudden heavy use affect the battery health? |
2024.05.20 02:00 ItsssYaBoiiiShawdyy Theories on Theories: Assessing the Potential Magnitude of the May 17th Prospectus Filings, Part II, Is the Reverse Uno is Upon Us?
 | Edit: Of course I fucked up the title. Lol. Is the Reverse Uno Upon Us?* submitted by ItsssYaBoiiiShawdyy to Superstonk [link] [comments] Hello again, Apes. I have gotten a solid 4 hours of sleep and am ready to keep plugging along. Disclaimer: Nothing of which I discuss is financial advice and not indicative of what you should do with your money or investments. Make your own decisions. I have no idea what I am talking about. Link to Part I of my little write-up, recommended that you read that first: https://www.reddit.com/Superstonk/comments/1cvo4hw/theories_on_theories_assessing_the_potential/ TL;DR for Part I: After 3+ years of working in near silence, Gamestop has dropped a reverse uno time-bomb nuke on shorts, and I don't believe we have fully comprehended just how big and effective of a nuke it will be. They finally released their plans to end the abusive short-selling once and for all... I believe the details in the filings have the answers. Need more eyes. We just need to HODL and let RC & Team work their magic. This was precisely timed and will be executed precisely. I believe they are about to throw the whole kitchen sink at em. Shorts r truly fuk. To be continued. TL;DR for Part II: Although you should really read through this to get super jacked...Predicition: Gamestop will lay down the reverse uno... the company will protect its shareholders through a slew of new, private, non-dilutive security offerings that we get first dibs on, and that are backed by our current/future holdings. Cash/non-cash dividends from the proceeds of the sale of those securities (units) are on the table. Thus, forcing shorts to either pay or close. MOASS is inevitable. Many Apes have stepped up to begin analyzing these filings. Thank you! The goal with my analysis is to continue to educate Apes on what all this jargon means, shine more light on the specificities of the filings and to speculate (for fun) as to what I think Gamestop is going to do based on the specificities. In the first part, I discussed Book Entry Securities issued via the DTC (the stock we all know and love), Preferred Stock (the juicy and scare new stock on the block), and the mysterious "Preferred Stock Depositary" (PSD) and its proposed role in the issuance and management of Gamestop's preferred stock to Apes worldwide, keeping it away from abusive short sellers and directly in the hands of Apes. In my first part, I speculated that the unnamed PSD would likely be computershare. But the more I think about it, the more I am unsure of that. And maybe that is why it is unnamed as of yet. Many Apes from different parts of the world have been unable to DRS, so that means they have been unable to access/use Computershare to hold/manage their shares and the DTC shit the bed one too many times when they committed international securities fraud on the splividend. So, I am thinking its possible that Gamestop secures another entity with more accessibility worldwide, or perhaps is even in the process of creating their own depositary for their newly-issued securities (dare I say, units?), to manage their "Global Securities" (a term they use in the filings). Tory vs. TaryChat GPT: In the context of stocks, both “depository” and “depositary” refer to entities that hold securities, but they serve different functions:
It seems there is more to come here as to what exact role the depositary will serve. Notice the phrasing \"series of securities that differ from the terms described here\" Tinfoil: We have seen some evidence of and speculated that Gamestop is looking more and more like they are positioning themselves to not only be dominant in retail gaming, but also serve as a holding company, potentially even serving as their own "bank". Could a brand new, currently unknown arm of Gamestop BE the unnamed depositary??? Warren Icahn anyone? https://preview.redd.it/j1dmqz31lg1d1.jpg?width=748&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8d8ff6dbd7a37307413c79f9527508194a509031 If so, what role would Computershare then play? This was speculated long ago and I am thinking these filings are just a peek inside the inner workings of such an entity. Subscriptions, Warrants, and UnitsSounds a lot like "series of securities that differ from the terms described here", doesn't it? In part I, I left off with a couple teasers and I look to close the tinfoil loop on those here.GPT: Stock subscriptions and warrants are both financial instruments related to the stock market, but they serve different purposes:
Here's where I use a whole roll of Reynolds Heavy Duty Tin Foil:Sooo, in Part I, I offer the notion that Gamestop isn't going to just do one or two of these proposed offerings, they are going to do them all and they're telling us how. What I am gathering so far is Apes/holders/longs will get a chance to suck up the (45M, but up to 1B) book-securities shares faster and cheaper than you can possibly imagine through the simultaneous issuance/use of Warrants and Subscription Contracts. These investment vehicles will be issued to all record holders in "Units". And there's a lot of juice to squeeze outta this IMO.Notice here, mention of \"unit agent\" and again in the bulletpoints, they mention \"a bank or trust company\" that governs the \"units\". I'm thinking they will likely be the same entity that manages it all. Gamestop's TL;DR on units: We can issue any number of combinations of two or more of the aforementioned securities/vehicles (Warrants Subscriptions, Common Stock, Preferred Stock) which we call "Units". They may be transferable as a single security that holds multiple securities within it. Our unit Agent (a designated trust or bank) will distribute and manage the units. AND, the units might not even be listed on any securities exchange. (Privately held, hard to trade, hard to access, hard to fuck with UNITS of securities?) So, hypothetically, all shareholders of record on a given record date determined by a supplemental filing will get FIRST DIBS to purchase en masse, a lot of Gamestop stock, perhaps cheaper than ever before. The warrants give us the opportunity to buy at a pre-determined price, the subscriptions contracts give us the chance to not dilute our value in our holdings. Gamestop is literally going to nearly GIVE us a shitload more stock, securely, and through a private, exclusive offering. And here's where it gets even more juicy...I think they're gonna do it DFV style...in reverse order, relative to the order of each type of offering listed in their filing. Protect Ya Neck, Shorts! There's gonna be a rush to grab GME stock!The PlanSee if you can follow me here...in order...
I'm sitting here thinking...what if, as a "thank you" to loyal shareholders, they invest it back into shareholder accounts through an immediate cash dividend? Why would you want to leave if you're getting sick divvies on all your newly acquired stock (common and/or preferred)? You just spent $ buying preferred stock, why not delight investors by giving some right back? Awh but that would be expensive for the company! Nope. It would be expensive for the SHORTS who are responsible for paying that dividend! https://preview.redd.it/a4on4059ug1d1.jpg?width=225&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=21617ee7dff5ddb3e2a4046e481a47dbb464bddb GPT: When you short a stock, you’re borrowing shares from someone else (typically your brokerage firm) and selling them on the open market12. The person or entity from whom you borrowed the shares still technically owns them. If the company issues a dividend during this time, the original owner of the shares is entitled to that dividend12. However, since their shares have been sold to a third party (by you, the short-seller), you are responsible for making the dividend payment to the original owner12. This means that if you have a short position on a stock when it goes ex-dividend (the date by which you need to own the stock to receive the dividend), you will owe the amount of the dividend to the lender of the shares12. So, in summary, if you’re short a stock and that stock pays a dividend, you’ll be responsible for paying that dividend to the person or entity from whom you borrowed the shares12. This is an important consideration to keep in mind when deciding to short a stock, especially one that pays dividends. So, let's say the shorts are still regarded af...and they have the $ to pay the dividend(s), cool. What if GME issues multiple or even monthly dividends? (There are currently 80 stocks that issue monthly dividends) Well, one, they can only pay for this for so long on top of the collateral and capital required to maintain their short position... Then, boom goes the dynamite. And if THAT doesn't work, gamestop could just choose to issue a non-cash dividend...which they outline below... Wombo Combo? Gamestop's ELI5: In the event that we issue a non-cash dividend, the PSD (depositary) will distribute the PROPERTY received by it TO the record holders of the depositary (preferred) shares entitled there to, IN PROPORTION to the number of depositiary shares owned by those holders. UNESS...the PSD determines that it somehow cannot be done...THEN the PSD may take that PROPERTY...and sell it publically or privately, and then the proceeds from that public/private sale will go directly to holder of the preferred stock. Tinfoil? They're gonna try and issue/distribute the Wu-Tang Album or some other non-fungible property via a non-cash dividend. If that can't be done for whatever reason, they will sell the album/property at auction...all proceeds go back to preferred stock holders. No matter what, holders of the preferred stock win. My last bit of tinfoil sounds crazy but, again, in part I, I spoke about filings saying the stock can be issued permanently, or even temporarily. Gamestop sucks back up a ton of their class A common stock through buy backs. They may already be beginning to do that while the price is cheap, eventually leaving only a small amount of shares, or even just preferred stock available, privately held in the names holders. Non-diluted, more scarce, more valuable, and unable to be fucked with. GME becomes its own bank. Shareholders get the protection they deserve. MOASS happens through one of many ways... I understand this is NOT proof that they are buying back...just speculation. Once Gamestop has the shorts off their back finally, and the capital they want/need...they then go about what they really want to continue to GROW the company...mergers/acquisitions? Also, some other Apes have said that its possible the Gamestop is offering the shorts a way out. And while personally do not think this is fair or likely, I think its possible and would not surprise me. But what if Apes/longs suck up all the shares at these offerings before shorts even get a chance? Then they're still fucked. Still needed our shares and they're now EVEN HARDER to get. https://preview.redd.it/xooxvb412h1d1.jpg?width=1516&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d9ce6f25167ee4b65852e83e3697898217bc4d04 No matter what, I AM JACKED. I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE WHAT IT ENDS UP LOOKING LIKE. Apes together Strong. TL;DR: Although you should really read through this to get super jacked...Predicition: Gamestop will lay down the reverse uno... the company will protect its shareholders through a slew of new, private, non-dilutive security offerings that we get first dibs on, and that are backed by our current/future holdings. Cash/non-cash dividends from the proceeds of the sale of those securities (units) are on the table. Thus, forcing shorts to either pay or close. MOASS is inevitable. |
2024.05.20 01:56 manualpropulsion My Boring Mattress Review, Twin XL
I’m a paraplegic from a spinal cord injury 35 years ago. I’m 5’10” and weigh about 200 lbs. Like a lot of paraplegic wheelchair users, I’m very thin and bony from the waist down, muscular and heavy up top. I don’t have issues with skin breakdowns, but I am dealing with arthritis in my shoulders. I’m a side sleeper to relieve pressure on my backside and use a CPAP for sleep apnea.
My old mattress was a DynastyMattress New Cool Breeze 12-Inch GEL Memory Foam I bought from Amazon for $329. Along with a Leggett and Platt adjustable base and a bamboo topper, it served me well for 11 years.
After researching online, I decided to buy the Boring mattress in Twin XL. Just before I hit the purchase button, I remembered a Reddit post where the founder of Boring was offering a discount to offset the price rise on their products. I was still within the two week limit, so I messaged u/daehee on Reddit. It was a Saturday evening but he replied with a discount code 7 minutes after I messaged him. After I ordered the mattress, there was an online issue with sales tax that daehee explained to me. He also let me know when the mattress would ship.
The mattress arrived on time. It was packed very well and set up quite easily. My initial impression is that the mattress is well constructed and without any offensive odor. The top is very soft while the rest of the mattress is firmer. The springy feeling adds some bounce that is different from the more dense feeling of my old mattress. After reading some reviews about the firmness of this mattress, I put my old topper and a mattress protector on beneath some new sheets. I checked how the mattress worked with the adjustable base and found it accommodated all positions
Night 1: The mattress is a combination of soft top and bouncy firmness beneath. It made turning and positioning myself a bit more difficult compared to my old foam bed. There was also a squeak from one of the springs, not too bad but I did notice it when I turned over on my side. The initial firmness of the mattress made it harder to find a comfortable position on my side and it was a while before I fell asleep. I usually wake several times a night to reposition myself, but with the Boring mattress I only woke twice. Fitbit told me that I got almost 8 hours of sleep as compared to my usual 6.
In the morning, I felt some general stiffness I don’t usually have. I also had an ache in the shoulder I slept on. The FAQ says it takes time for a mattress to break in so perhaps it will get softer after 30 days or so. If not, a thicker topper is always an option.
Overall, I’m quite pleased after my first night on the Boring mattress. It's a welcome change from my old mattress. I’ll set reminders to update this post at 50 days, 100 days, and 1 year.
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My old mattress was a DynastyMattress New Cool Breeze 12-Inch GEL Memory Foam I bought from Amazon for $329. Along with a Leggett and Platt adjustable base and a bamboo topper, it served me well for 11 years.
After researching online, I decided to buy the Boring mattress in Twin XL. Just before I hit the purchase button, I remembered a Reddit post where the founder of Boring was offering a discount to offset the price rise on their products. I was still within the two week limit, so I messaged u/daehee on Reddit. It was a Saturday evening but he replied with a discount code 7 minutes after I messaged him. After I ordered the mattress, there was an online issue with sales tax that daehee explained to me. He also let me know when the mattress would ship.
The mattress arrived on time. It was packed very well and set up quite easily. My initial impression is that the mattress is well constructed and without any offensive odor. The top is very soft while the rest of the mattress is firmer. The springy feeling adds some bounce that is different from the more dense feeling of my old mattress. After reading some reviews about the firmness of this mattress, I put my old topper and a mattress protector on beneath some new sheets. I checked how the mattress worked with the adjustable base and found it accommodated all positions
Night 1: The mattress is a combination of soft top and bouncy firmness beneath. It made turning and positioning myself a bit more difficult compared to my old foam bed. There was also a squeak from one of the springs, not too bad but I did notice it when I turned over on my side. The initial firmness of the mattress made it harder to find a comfortable position on my side and it was a while before I fell asleep. I usually wake several times a night to reposition myself, but with the Boring mattress I only woke twice. Fitbit told me that I got almost 8 hours of sleep as compared to my usual 6.
In the morning, I felt some general stiffness I don’t usually have. I also had an ache in the shoulder I slept on. The FAQ says it takes time for a mattress to break in so perhaps it will get softer after 30 days or so. If not, a thicker topper is always an option.
Overall, I’m quite pleased after my first night on the Boring mattress. It's a welcome change from my old mattress. I’ll set reminders to update this post at 50 days, 100 days, and 1 year.
2024.05.20 01:56 LookingForeTheOne I (32M) am confused, is she (31F) being flirty or just cordial?
This is a long one and the details are important to the situation so a TLDR can not possibly do it just but is required for this sub, please read the whole thing if you plan to give advice. Thank you.
TLDR: I’m into a semi-coworker and can’t tell if she’s flirting or being cordial and polite, need help navigating the situation.
I’m (32M) a real estate agent and a few months ago I went into an open house and met a lovely agent (31F) from another company. (Because of the nature of how real estate works, agents know other local people within the field possibly more so than in any other business. Two accountants at two different car companies probably will never cross paths, but two real estate agents at two separate firms almost certainly will, so this is an ever se slight “shitting where you eat” situation. Anyway.) We chit chat a bit and part ways. This happens a few more times until the third time I make a joke off a particular situation that was happening and she started dying of laughter (this was about 2 months ago). I friend requested her on instagram later that day and messaged her a continuation of the joke. We haven’t messaged much but we have liked a few of each other’s posts here and there and we’ve seen each other a few more times for work between then and now, having some banter each time.
Recently (about 10 days ago) I was at an open house she was sitting and when I walked in we greeted each other and she went for a hug. Not one of those polite one arm hugs you give to an acquaintance or that aunt you don’t like, a full double arm wrap around hug. We chit chat and she does it again as I’m leaving. I see her again about a week ago and she does the same thing. We’re chatting a bit and I think of a movie I wanted to recommend to her but couldn’t think of the name but said I would text it to her. A few hours later I go to text her and realize I don’t have her number. I message her on Instagram instead and say “this is the movie I was talking about earlier. I was gonna text you but apparently I don’t have your number.” She responsds “Ahhh, I’m gonna have to watch it!” And then “lol it’s (number) in case you ever need”. I respond “I’ll have to think of a reason… maybe some more movie recs” as a cheeky light flirt. I text her a quick message saying “hey, here’s my number”. The next morning she thumbs up reacts to the text and then 10 minutes later she “likes” the Instagram message from the night before with the standard heart reaction when you like something on instagram.
What I am confused about now is if my light flirting was received well. In my head the like reactions feel cold but I might just be reading way too into it. What are some ways I can further test the waters?
I want to tread carefully with this, as no matter the outcome, we will have to see each other for work. Any advice and insight is greatly appreciated but please keep things positive.
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TLDR: I’m into a semi-coworker and can’t tell if she’s flirting or being cordial and polite, need help navigating the situation.
I’m (32M) a real estate agent and a few months ago I went into an open house and met a lovely agent (31F) from another company. (Because of the nature of how real estate works, agents know other local people within the field possibly more so than in any other business. Two accountants at two different car companies probably will never cross paths, but two real estate agents at two separate firms almost certainly will, so this is an ever se slight “shitting where you eat” situation. Anyway.) We chit chat a bit and part ways. This happens a few more times until the third time I make a joke off a particular situation that was happening and she started dying of laughter (this was about 2 months ago). I friend requested her on instagram later that day and messaged her a continuation of the joke. We haven’t messaged much but we have liked a few of each other’s posts here and there and we’ve seen each other a few more times for work between then and now, having some banter each time.
Recently (about 10 days ago) I was at an open house she was sitting and when I walked in we greeted each other and she went for a hug. Not one of those polite one arm hugs you give to an acquaintance or that aunt you don’t like, a full double arm wrap around hug. We chit chat and she does it again as I’m leaving. I see her again about a week ago and she does the same thing. We’re chatting a bit and I think of a movie I wanted to recommend to her but couldn’t think of the name but said I would text it to her. A few hours later I go to text her and realize I don’t have her number. I message her on Instagram instead and say “this is the movie I was talking about earlier. I was gonna text you but apparently I don’t have your number.” She responsds “Ahhh, I’m gonna have to watch it!” And then “lol it’s (number) in case you ever need”. I respond “I’ll have to think of a reason… maybe some more movie recs” as a cheeky light flirt. I text her a quick message saying “hey, here’s my number”. The next morning she thumbs up reacts to the text and then 10 minutes later she “likes” the Instagram message from the night before with the standard heart reaction when you like something on instagram.
What I am confused about now is if my light flirting was received well. In my head the like reactions feel cold but I might just be reading way too into it. What are some ways I can further test the waters?
I want to tread carefully with this, as no matter the outcome, we will have to see each other for work. Any advice and insight is greatly appreciated but please keep things positive.
2024.05.20 01:53 LookingForeTheOne I (32M) am confused, is she (31F) being flirty or just cordial?
This is a long one and the details are important to the situation so there won’t be a TLDR. Let’s get into it:
I’m (32M) a real estate agent and a few months ago I went into an open house and met a lovely agent (31F) from another company. (Because of the nature of how real estate works, agents know other local people within the field possibly more so than in any other business. Two accountants at two different car companies probably will never cross paths, but two real estate agents at two separate firms almost certainly will, so this is an ever se slight “shitting where you eat” situation. Anyway.) We chit chat a bit and part ways. This happens a few more times until the third time I make a joke off a particular situation that was happening and she started dying of laughter (this was about 2 months ago). I friend requested her on instagram later that day and messaged her a continuation of the joke. We haven’t messaged much but we have liked a few of each other’s posts here and there and we’ve seen each other a few more times for work between then and now, having some banter each time.
Recently (about 10 days ago) I was at an open house she was sitting and when I walked in we greeted each other and she went for a hug. Not one of those polite one arm hugs you give to an acquaintance or that aunt you don’t like, a full double arm wrap around hug. We chit chat and she does it again as I’m leaving. I see her again about a week ago and she does the same thing. We’re chatting a bit and I think of a movie I wanted to recommend to her but couldn’t think of the name but said I would text it to her. A few hours later I go to text her and realize I don’t have her number. I message her on Instagram instead and say “this is the movie I was talking about earlier. I was gonna text you but apparently I don’t have your number.” She responsds “Ahhh, I’m gonna have to watch it!” And then “lol it’s (number) in case you ever need”. I respond “I’ll have to think of a reason… maybe some more movie recs” as a cheeky light flirt. I text her a quick message saying “hey, here’s my number”. The next morning she thumbs up reacts to the text and then 10 minutes later she “likes” the Instagram message from the night before with the standard heart reaction when you like something on instagram.
What I am confused about now is if my light flirting was received well. In my head the like reactions feel cold but I might just be reading way too into it. What are some ways I can further test the waters?
I want to tread carefully with this, as no matter the outcome, we will have to see each other for work. Any advice and insight is greatly appreciated but please keep things positive.
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I’m (32M) a real estate agent and a few months ago I went into an open house and met a lovely agent (31F) from another company. (Because of the nature of how real estate works, agents know other local people within the field possibly more so than in any other business. Two accountants at two different car companies probably will never cross paths, but two real estate agents at two separate firms almost certainly will, so this is an ever se slight “shitting where you eat” situation. Anyway.) We chit chat a bit and part ways. This happens a few more times until the third time I make a joke off a particular situation that was happening and she started dying of laughter (this was about 2 months ago). I friend requested her on instagram later that day and messaged her a continuation of the joke. We haven’t messaged much but we have liked a few of each other’s posts here and there and we’ve seen each other a few more times for work between then and now, having some banter each time.
Recently (about 10 days ago) I was at an open house she was sitting and when I walked in we greeted each other and she went for a hug. Not one of those polite one arm hugs you give to an acquaintance or that aunt you don’t like, a full double arm wrap around hug. We chit chat and she does it again as I’m leaving. I see her again about a week ago and she does the same thing. We’re chatting a bit and I think of a movie I wanted to recommend to her but couldn’t think of the name but said I would text it to her. A few hours later I go to text her and realize I don’t have her number. I message her on Instagram instead and say “this is the movie I was talking about earlier. I was gonna text you but apparently I don’t have your number.” She responsds “Ahhh, I’m gonna have to watch it!” And then “lol it’s (number) in case you ever need”. I respond “I’ll have to think of a reason… maybe some more movie recs” as a cheeky light flirt. I text her a quick message saying “hey, here’s my number”. The next morning she thumbs up reacts to the text and then 10 minutes later she “likes” the Instagram message from the night before with the standard heart reaction when you like something on instagram.
What I am confused about now is if my light flirting was received well. In my head the like reactions feel cold but I might just be reading way too into it. What are some ways I can further test the waters?
I want to tread carefully with this, as no matter the outcome, we will have to see each other for work. Any advice and insight is greatly appreciated but please keep things positive.
2024.05.20 01:52 LookingForeTheOne I (32M) am confused, is she (31F) being flirty or just cordial?
This is a long one and the details are important to the situation so there won’t be a TLDR. Let’s get into it:
I’m (32M) a real estate agent and a few months ago I went into an open house and met a lovely agent (31F) from another company. (Because of the nature of how real estate works, agents know other local people within the field possibly more so than in any other business. Two accountants at two different car companies probably will never cross paths, but two real estate agents at two separate firms almost certainly will, so this is an ever se slight “shitting where you eat” situation. Anyway.) We chit chat a bit and part ways. This happens a few more times until the third time I make a joke off a particular situation that was happening and she started dying of laughter (this was about 2 months ago). I friend requested her on instagram later that day and messaged her a continuation of the joke. We haven’t messaged much but we have liked a few of each other’s posts here and there and we’ve seen each other a few more times for work between then and now, having some banter each time.
Recently (about 10 days ago) I was at an open house she was sitting and when I walked in we greeted each other and she went for a hug. Not one of those polite one arm hugs you give to an acquaintance or that aunt you don’t like, a full double arm wrap around hug. We chit chat and she does it again as I’m leaving. I see her again about a week ago and she does the same thing. We’re chatting a bit and I think of a movie I wanted to recommend to her but couldn’t think of the name but said I would text it to her. A few hours later I go to text her and realize I don’t have her number. I message her on Instagram instead and say “this is the movie I was talking about earlier. I was gonna text you but apparently I don’t have your number.” She responsds “Ahhh, I’m gonna have to watch it!” And then “lol it’s (number) in case you ever need”. I respond “I’ll have to think of a reason… maybe some more movie recs” as a cheeky light flirt. I text her a quick message saying “hey, here’s my number”. The next morning she thumbs up reacts to the text and then 10 minutes later she “likes” the Instagram message from the night before with the standard heart reaction when you like something on instagram.
What I am confused about now is if my light flirting was received well. In my head the like reactions feel cold but I might just be reading way too into it. What are some ways I can further test the waters?
I want to tread carefully with this, as no matter the outcome, we will have to see each other for work. Any advice and insight is greatly appreciated but please keep things positive.
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I’m (32M) a real estate agent and a few months ago I went into an open house and met a lovely agent (31F) from another company. (Because of the nature of how real estate works, agents know other local people within the field possibly more so than in any other business. Two accountants at two different car companies probably will never cross paths, but two real estate agents at two separate firms almost certainly will, so this is an ever se slight “shitting where you eat” situation. Anyway.) We chit chat a bit and part ways. This happens a few more times until the third time I make a joke off a particular situation that was happening and she started dying of laughter (this was about 2 months ago). I friend requested her on instagram later that day and messaged her a continuation of the joke. We haven’t messaged much but we have liked a few of each other’s posts here and there and we’ve seen each other a few more times for work between then and now, having some banter each time.
Recently (about 10 days ago) I was at an open house she was sitting and when I walked in we greeted each other and she went for a hug. Not one of those polite one arm hugs you give to an acquaintance or that aunt you don’t like, a full double arm wrap around hug. We chit chat and she does it again as I’m leaving. I see her again about a week ago and she does the same thing. We’re chatting a bit and I think of a movie I wanted to recommend to her but couldn’t think of the name but said I would text it to her. A few hours later I go to text her and realize I don’t have her number. I message her on Instagram instead and say “this is the movie I was talking about earlier. I was gonna text you but apparently I don’t have your number.” She responsds “Ahhh, I’m gonna have to watch it!” And then “lol it’s (number) in case you ever need”. I respond “I’ll have to think of a reason… maybe some more movie recs” as a cheeky light flirt. I text her a quick message saying “hey, here’s my number”. The next morning she thumbs up reacts to the text and then 10 minutes later she “likes” the Instagram message from the night before with the standard heart reaction when you like something on instagram.
What I am confused about now is if my light flirting was received well. In my head the like reactions feel cold but I might just be reading way too into it. What are some ways I can further test the waters?
I want to tread carefully with this, as no matter the outcome, we will have to see each other for work. Any advice and insight is greatly appreciated but please keep things positive.
2024.05.20 01:51 rrunawad American mercenaries involved in a failed coup to overthrow the Congolese government
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2024.05.20 01:49 revlid The difference between Mechanicum and Adeptus Mechanicus militaries
With the plastic Mechanicum announcement, I've been seeing a lot of confusion in the community as to why 30k Mechanicum is so (supposedly) incompatibly different from 40k Adeptus Mechanicus, as a military force. I thought I'd clear up the history at play here, which is ultimately rooted in changes that were roughly as fundamental as the shift from Legions to Chapters for Space Marines.
In the era of the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy, the Mechanicum empire was a separate protectorate of the Human Imperium, with Mars as its capital world and holiest site. It was, strictly speaking, an ally of the Imperium, rather than being directly part of it.
The Mechanicum's principal military forces comprise three separate bodies, in this period, known collectively as the Triad-magna. These are the Legiones Skitarii, the Collegia Titanica, and the Taghmata Omnissiah.
By the end of the Horus Heresy, and particularly the Titandeath events, the Collegia Titanica has been absolutely wrecked. Its constituent Titan Orders simply don't have the numbers to represent a coherent force in their own right, and lack the resources they would need to truly rebuild. Titans shift away from being massed superheavy armies and toward being precious supporting assets deployed with great care, even as singular units accompanied by Knights rather than fellow Titans.
We don't have details on the Legiones Skitarii yet, but given the Fabricator-General of Mars turned traitor, the Red Planet was lost, and a Martian Parliament-in-Exile was set up on Terra, it seems inevitable that the Skitarii cohorts throughout the galaxy would have split down whatever lines made the most sense to each of them.
However, after the Heresy, the Mechanicum is no longer a separate empire even in name. Following compromises made by the aforementioned Parliament-in-Exile, it is now the Adeptus Mechanicus, a subset of the Imperium's own structure and systems (albeit a powerful and privileged one). It is understandable that it would not be afforded the right to rebuild its unified galaxy-scale standing army, something even the Imperium is avoiding, due to a fear of resurgent warlordism. Moreover, Mars itself has lost a great deal of pre-eminence within the Machine Cult, both as a result of turning traitor, and as a consequence of its own material and materiel losses compared to some of the other influential forge worlds.
Long before the 41st Millennium, the Legiones Skitarii have been reformed as regional forces, supplanting any existing local regiments of so-called "Tech Guard". They are now created and maintained by individual forge worlds as garrisons and footsoldiers. This likely required heavy adaption and alteration to the core Skitarii technologies and doctrines, both to suit their new role and the loss of a centralised supply chain for complex cybrid technologies... and because Mars would be more content to lock its most propietary toys away in a vault forever than it would be to let all the other kids play with (and reverse-engineer) them.
With the other two thirds of the Triad-magna effectively defunct, the Taghmata Omnissiah also ceases to be a relevant system. Many of the independent resources that once supplemented the Taghmata are much-diminished or outright defunct. The Ordo Reductor has lost many of its greatest engines and political advocates, the Explorator fleets have gone from regular Great Crusade assets to extraordinary undertakings, and the Legio Cybernetica has suffered mass destruction and reputational damage. The new, more conservative Adeptus Mechanicus leadership will proceed to excommunicate all of the more advanced automata designs, forcing it to decommission or mothball much of what remains, revisiting older variants like the Kastelan.
On a local level, the mass raising of Tech-thrall militia is censured, and falls out of practice in favour of the newly-available Skitarii garrisons, while military servitor technology such as Kataphrons gains renewed focus due to the reduced access to automata.
The overall feudal model of the Taghmata effectively becomes the entire military system of the Adeptus Mechanicus, which is far more regional, fragmented, and reactive than the Mechanicum, and lacks the undeniable rights (or centralised authority) of post-Treaty Mars. However, the actual resources available to assemble such a force are very, very different.
In some ways, these components are less powerful, thanks to a decline in resources and technology, as well as the Imperium's reduced tolerance for free-roaming independent military bodies. In other ways, they are far more efficient, because they are now a combination of deliberate, formal garrisons... rather than just being a mishmash of whatever shiny toys and spare chaff any given Tech-priest conclave could pull out of their pockets.
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In the era of the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy, the Mechanicum empire was a separate protectorate of the Human Imperium, with Mars as its capital world and holiest site. It was, strictly speaking, an ally of the Imperium, rather than being directly part of it.
The Mechanicum's principal military forces comprise three separate bodies, in this period, known collectively as the Triad-magna. These are the Legiones Skitarii, the Collegia Titanica, and the Taghmata Omnissiah.
- The Collegia Titanica is a collective term for the many separate bodies of Titan-capable forces (known generally as Titan Orders or Titan Legions) throughout the galaxy. The seeds for these groups were sent out into the stars as part of Explorator fleets during the great Martian exodus in the Age of Strife, and grew along with their associated forge worlds. Knight Houses are wholly distinct from Titan Orders in nature, origin, and legal status, but are also often sworn to them or directly to the Mechanicum.
- The Legiones Skitarii are the standing armies of Mars, cyborg janissaries stationed throughout the galaxy, but created and commanded exclusively by the Red Planet. They are the enforcers of its will, and the core of its military advantage over any other forge world. They haven't been detailed beyond that in any 30k gamebooks yet.
- The Taghmata Omnissiah is the focus of the actual Mechanicum faction in WHH. They are a version of the Byzantine tagma/thema system; a temporary gathering of provincial forces, in response to a specific call to arms. The forge worlds call a muster, and the Taghmata forms from robot garrisons, itinerant destroyer-priests, local tech-thall militia, and so on. The Taghmata Omnissiah is not a standing professional army, in the vein of the Solar Auxilia or Legiones Astartes; it is a jumble of whatever is available or owed, from whoever is willing or obliged, led by whoever has the biggest hat.
By the end of the Horus Heresy, and particularly the Titandeath events, the Collegia Titanica has been absolutely wrecked. Its constituent Titan Orders simply don't have the numbers to represent a coherent force in their own right, and lack the resources they would need to truly rebuild. Titans shift away from being massed superheavy armies and toward being precious supporting assets deployed with great care, even as singular units accompanied by Knights rather than fellow Titans.
We don't have details on the Legiones Skitarii yet, but given the Fabricator-General of Mars turned traitor, the Red Planet was lost, and a Martian Parliament-in-Exile was set up on Terra, it seems inevitable that the Skitarii cohorts throughout the galaxy would have split down whatever lines made the most sense to each of them.
However, after the Heresy, the Mechanicum is no longer a separate empire even in name. Following compromises made by the aforementioned Parliament-in-Exile, it is now the Adeptus Mechanicus, a subset of the Imperium's own structure and systems (albeit a powerful and privileged one). It is understandable that it would not be afforded the right to rebuild its unified galaxy-scale standing army, something even the Imperium is avoiding, due to a fear of resurgent warlordism. Moreover, Mars itself has lost a great deal of pre-eminence within the Machine Cult, both as a result of turning traitor, and as a consequence of its own material and materiel losses compared to some of the other influential forge worlds.
Long before the 41st Millennium, the Legiones Skitarii have been reformed as regional forces, supplanting any existing local regiments of so-called "Tech Guard". They are now created and maintained by individual forge worlds as garrisons and footsoldiers. This likely required heavy adaption and alteration to the core Skitarii technologies and doctrines, both to suit their new role and the loss of a centralised supply chain for complex cybrid technologies... and because Mars would be more content to lock its most propietary toys away in a vault forever than it would be to let all the other kids play with (and reverse-engineer) them.
With the other two thirds of the Triad-magna effectively defunct, the Taghmata Omnissiah also ceases to be a relevant system. Many of the independent resources that once supplemented the Taghmata are much-diminished or outright defunct. The Ordo Reductor has lost many of its greatest engines and political advocates, the Explorator fleets have gone from regular Great Crusade assets to extraordinary undertakings, and the Legio Cybernetica has suffered mass destruction and reputational damage. The new, more conservative Adeptus Mechanicus leadership will proceed to excommunicate all of the more advanced automata designs, forcing it to decommission or mothball much of what remains, revisiting older variants like the Kastelan.
On a local level, the mass raising of Tech-thrall militia is censured, and falls out of practice in favour of the newly-available Skitarii garrisons, while military servitor technology such as Kataphrons gains renewed focus due to the reduced access to automata.
The overall feudal model of the Taghmata effectively becomes the entire military system of the Adeptus Mechanicus, which is far more regional, fragmented, and reactive than the Mechanicum, and lacks the undeniable rights (or centralised authority) of post-Treaty Mars. However, the actual resources available to assemble such a force are very, very different.
In some ways, these components are less powerful, thanks to a decline in resources and technology, as well as the Imperium's reduced tolerance for free-roaming independent military bodies. In other ways, they are far more efficient, because they are now a combination of deliberate, formal garrisons... rather than just being a mishmash of whatever shiny toys and spare chaff any given Tech-priest conclave could pull out of their pockets.
2024.05.20 01:47 Yermawsamilf I keep getting random rashes like this. one day nothings there, I go to sleep & in the morning there’s rashes. Last time they turned into petechiae, I’m wondering what this rash is? It’s only on my arms and wrist.
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2024.05.20 01:40 Mannah_Mannah Update: Baby won't stop scratching his head until it bleads.
I've posted about a year ago regarding my then 7th month old scratching his head and hurting himself in the process. You can find the old post here: https://www.reddit.com/Parenting/comments/139ip9z/baby_wont_stop_scratching_his_head_until_it_bleads/
Recently I've had 3 different parents that have found the post and were in the same situation, inboxing for an update/solution, so I decided to make an update post in case more parents are looking for answers. Sorry I took so long. I know the despair you feel. I assure you it will get better if you persevere. This is an extremely long post, so I have bolded the several topics, in case you don't want to read everything, so they are easier to find.
To update on my son's situation: He's now 1y and 7 months. He is allergic to milk and he has a combination of cradle cap and eczema. In addition to this, he was also born with Hydronephrosis (enlarged kidneys) which means he is limited in the medication that he's allowed to take (no ipobrufren, as an example)
The Cradle Cap situation has improved by itself, mainly by just carrying on with what we were doing. We use the Frida Flake Fixer treatment and a cradle cap shampoo (Dentinox). We've also been advised not to wash his head every day, leave it 1 or 2 days (one doctor even said once a week). For the cuts, the best thing was indeed a Vaseline barrier to help the raw skin heal. Even though it definitely stinks, the healing is the most important part. I would put Vaseline on his scalp the day before a bath, do the treatment with the Frida Brush and then I would rub a Baby Scalp Oil (Colief) to soften the flakes on the day after the bath; I would put Vaseline on the scalp the next day and he would take a bath the next day, rinse and repeat, until the cuts were healed, and I could ditch the Vaseline step. If the cut was deep I would sometimes apply Sudocream only at night after a bath and the Vaseline was removed and he'd fallen asleep so he wouldn't take it off. He still slept with mittens inside his cuffed babygrow, but he always managed to get one or two fingers out, I kid you not when I say, that sometimes I would sleep holding his hand to prevent him from scratching his head when the wounds here at it's worst. All of these steps have contributed to has improved the cradle cap lot and eventually disappeared in about a month's time. He's going trough a second outbreak now, a year later, but no where near as bad as it was then, he's not scratching himself to death.
The Eczema situation. Right....... this situation has improved for a few good 7-8 months with the Aveeno Baby Dermexa Emollient Cream. I would use it 3 times a day or more to fight of dry skin. The areas where the skin folded were the worst. Arm folds, neck folds, behind the knees, there the eczema would install and spread, That could only be controlled an Hydrocortisoid Cream, 1% w/w. It did eventually disappeared save for one spot -- just behind the right knee. He developed a habit of scratching it with his left foot. But, lets put the Eczema situation on hold for a moment, while we talk about:
The Milk Allergy situation.... Oh Boy..... this is about to get very long.....
In my previous post made at the beginning of May 2023, I stated that my son had been to the A&E (a week before the post) for an allergic reaction to porridge, so he would either be allergic to Milk and/or Gluten. We were told a referral was done to our GP for a visit by an allergy team who would walk us through to process of slowly introducing allergens so that my son would hopefully be able to safely be exposed to them in the future and advised to "only feed him vegetables and fruit". We were given an "prescription" for an antihistamine to continue the treatment and to use as an SOS in case of another allergic reaction in the future. No allergy tests were done for my son at all.
We were told that, it would take a couple of weeks before we were contacted by the allergy team and to contact the GP after two weeks if we hadn't heard from them. We waited a month and nothing. At the end of May, I went to our GP to ask for updates on this situation. Imagine my shock when the GP told me that they didn't even have ANY information about my son being in the A&E. They've spent 1h contacting the hospital to get the paperwork from the A&E that SHOULD have been sent to our GP. In said paperwork, it states that the hospital would like the GP to sort out the allergy appointment. So, no allergy appointment had been made for an entire month and if I hadn't enquired about this situation, the GP would have had no clue about the need to make one because they didn't have the necessary paperwork! I was given an apology and scheduled an "assessment appointment" 2 days later. I enquired about an Antihistamine prescription, since my son was gonna start nursery in a couple of weeks when my maternity leave would end and I needed to provide a bottle for them in case of an allergic reaction, because we still didn't know what my son was allergic to.... Lo and behold, when the GP staff looks at the hospital paperwork, it was stated that no more antihistaminic was necessary, against what we were advised, as we should have one antihistamine as SOS, I had to press the GP to provide us with an prescription (which the lady was very quick to do after seeing me ready to implode regarding this absolute incompetence) so the nursery could have one antihistamine with themselves as we couldn't keep juggling our bottle back and forth with them.
The assessment appointment which basically consisted in 5 mins of asking for details about the allergic reaction, all of which was written in A&E's paperwork and only then being referred to a dietitian's team. I was given no ETA, no info about where it would be, no contact that I could call to at least be put on a waiting list in case of a cancellation, nothing. I was only asked to wait and when confronted, the practitioner admitted that this appointment COULD have been made straight in the hospital's A&E, instead of this ridiculous and time wasting bureaucratic football between the Hospital and the GP.
You might think this was the end of the miscommunication and incompetence.... Oh oh But no,.. of course not!! I waited another month of silence. At the end of June I called the hospital's appointment hotline enquiring about my son's appointment, only to be told that he doesn't have one because a referral hadn't been made yet! I was fuming!! I immediately called the GP who have assured me that a referral has been sent to the hospital's Paediatric and gave me it's referral number and they would enquire....
If you are in the UK like I am and you see that your baby/child is being ignored by your GP / Hospital and not getting the appropriate care, then do as I did and contact PALS near your area. That was the best piece of advice that I have received from people at my local breastfeeding group, and if being a mother has taught me anything, is that sometimes, you will have to be a momma bear (aka Karen to the eyes of the target) and advocate for your child. I work in retail, I despise Karens and I have no wish to be one, I am usually a pushover. But I will not allow anyone to trample on my son's health. And while I do have respect for the NHS, seeing has my brother in law works there, I know damn well, by his own words, that the main problem is not the lack of funds, but the pockets where they go and the terrible disorganization.
At that point I had enough of excuses and I made a complaint to PALS about both the GP and the Hospital. My son was almost 9months and still breastfeeding but eating mostly Vegetables and Fruit as solid food as per A&E'S guidelines, delaying his weaning and feeding development and causing stress with the nursery and our family as we didn't know what he was allergic to and couldn't move on to full meals. I flat out asked them if they were intent on my son completing an entire year of life being fed only Vegetables and Fruit besides breastmilk, and called them out because an 8 month baby should not be put on the back burner over and over again due to the incredibly poor communication between these two organizations and have his health jeopardized. I demanded a resolution ASAP and forward this to the Paediatrician as I did not trust the hospital to be able clearly communicate between their departments and whom I suspected had not been told absolutely nothing regarding all this. Two days later the allergy team specialist rang me to personally and profusely apologise and take the situation under her control and give me her allergy guidelines which I should have been given since the beginning. I was still forced to wait until early July for a allergy test - Milk was found to be the culprit.
I still thank everything that I had enough perseverance to stick with breastfeeding and never, ever, though to look at formula. I tremble to think about the consequences, Even though I'm aware that dairy free formulas exist, me being a 1st time ignorant mother, chances were I could have picked a wrong one. Fortunately I produced more than enough milk and my son had a good latch. Also because my son was not making any allergic reactions to my milk, this meant there was a higher chance that he could grow out of his allergy, as he was still getting enzymes from the dairy that I consumed. From here on, food introduction was a breeze. He's a real foodie, he loves to eat and he loves to eat with us. Adapting our diet was a bit of work, as I have IBS and my husband is diabetic so there might be some foods that will be a trigger or might not be the most ideal to someone in our family, but we managed to strike a good balance. Vegan options do help and we are having fun exploring that.
The problems then came with the nursery. After letting them know that my son was allergic to milk and other things were fine, the cases of allergic reaction in the nursery stated to increase and he started getting very bad reactions. First we suspected cross contamination, then that he might be allergic to something else, but the foods they were saying he was allergic to made absolutely no sense as he was just fine having those at home. We came to the conclusion after several events in the softplay area - that involved no food at all - that the culprit might be their cleaning products and further pressed after two different members of staff said they themselves were allergic to that product - Milton. After several bickerings between us and the nursery and us visiting our origin country for Xmas where my son ate in 4 different household and 5 different restaurant with absolutely no allergy reaction (in comparing to the then daily cases of reaction on the 3 days that he stayed at nursery), we finally convinced the nursery to change their cleaning products - they are now using Sanell. In addiction to prevent cross contamination, my son was given his own high chair, that no other child uses. Happy to say the cases of allergy are nearly non-existent now. His recent blood results also came back with amazingly good improvements, so we got the thumbs up from the Allergy Team and the Paediatrician to start the milk ladder and slowly and gradually adding milk to his diet. Currently he's in stage one and having half a teaspoon of malted milk biscuit daily with no reaction. It will probably still be able two months until he can have a full biscuit, but I can't wait to see his smile when we get to this stage - he loves taking the little piece of my hand.
Because of the back and forth with the nursery and them insisting that the allergic reaction could be due to other foods, the allergy team at the hospital was more concerned with that than his Eczema situation. We had to insist about it, since we suspected the reactions might be Eczema instead, stating that I was still waiting for the promised skin specialist appointment since end of April last year. The lead Team Speciallist, again showed her amazing professionalism and chased up the situation and we finally got our appointment jointly with her and the skin specialist in January of this year. She gave us a few products to try but said that the Eczema situation was relatively controlled. The samples that she gave were:
So I went back to the thing that worked last time - Vaseline. This time though, it was on a place that I couldn't exactly leave uncovered. My son was about to do some blood tests so hospital had given us numb cream to put on the inside of his elbows and some clear medical film. He had this done before and I remembered that the film had been resistant enough to keep the cream in and didn't hurt his skin, so I though, maybe I could apply the same theory. So I bought some clear medical film (Tegaderm Film), put a good chunk of Vaseline on the wound and sealed it with the film. I changed this twice or three times a day, depending if he was in the nursery or not. It worked like a charm and it allowed the skin to heal. For reference, the nursery manager, whose son suffers with really bad eczema has suggested me the AproDerm Ointment which also has a Vaseline consistency to it, but my son's situation cleared up before I had to use it.
The skin specialist by then had prescribed a treatment with another hydrocortisoid cream ( Daktacort 2% 1% w/w, needs to be kept refridgerated ) and an emollient cream - Epimax Oatmeal Cream. For the other patches of Eczema (that were not in wound), I would use Daktacord, once in the morning, once in the evening, and I would use Epimax to keep the skin moisturized along the day, whenever I would change a diaper. The skin specialist told us to keep using Daktacord twice a day for a week, then drop it to once a day on the following week, and then drop it to every other day on the week after. This has worked brilliantly and it solved all Eczema patches, including the stubborn one behind his right knee, We were able to drop the Daktacord and we now only use the Epimax emollient regularly about twice a day.
Thank you if you have read everything so far, I hope you have found something that could be of use to you. Happy to answer any questions that you might have, or if you're feeling desperate like I was and just need some reassurance, just drop me message!
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Recently I've had 3 different parents that have found the post and were in the same situation, inboxing for an update/solution, so I decided to make an update post in case more parents are looking for answers. Sorry I took so long. I know the despair you feel. I assure you it will get better if you persevere. This is an extremely long post, so I have bolded the several topics, in case you don't want to read everything, so they are easier to find.
To update on my son's situation: He's now 1y and 7 months. He is allergic to milk and he has a combination of cradle cap and eczema. In addition to this, he was also born with Hydronephrosis (enlarged kidneys) which means he is limited in the medication that he's allowed to take (no ipobrufren, as an example)
The Cradle Cap situation has improved by itself, mainly by just carrying on with what we were doing. We use the Frida Flake Fixer treatment and a cradle cap shampoo (Dentinox). We've also been advised not to wash his head every day, leave it 1 or 2 days (one doctor even said once a week). For the cuts, the best thing was indeed a Vaseline barrier to help the raw skin heal. Even though it definitely stinks, the healing is the most important part. I would put Vaseline on his scalp the day before a bath, do the treatment with the Frida Brush and then I would rub a Baby Scalp Oil (Colief) to soften the flakes on the day after the bath; I would put Vaseline on the scalp the next day and he would take a bath the next day, rinse and repeat, until the cuts were healed, and I could ditch the Vaseline step. If the cut was deep I would sometimes apply Sudocream only at night after a bath and the Vaseline was removed and he'd fallen asleep so he wouldn't take it off. He still slept with mittens inside his cuffed babygrow, but he always managed to get one or two fingers out, I kid you not when I say, that sometimes I would sleep holding his hand to prevent him from scratching his head when the wounds here at it's worst. All of these steps have contributed to has improved the cradle cap lot and eventually disappeared in about a month's time. He's going trough a second outbreak now, a year later, but no where near as bad as it was then, he's not scratching himself to death.
The Eczema situation. Right....... this situation has improved for a few good 7-8 months with the Aveeno Baby Dermexa Emollient Cream. I would use it 3 times a day or more to fight of dry skin. The areas where the skin folded were the worst. Arm folds, neck folds, behind the knees, there the eczema would install and spread, That could only be controlled an Hydrocortisoid Cream, 1% w/w. It did eventually disappeared save for one spot -- just behind the right knee. He developed a habit of scratching it with his left foot. But, lets put the Eczema situation on hold for a moment, while we talk about:
The Milk Allergy situation.... Oh Boy..... this is about to get very long.....
In my previous post made at the beginning of May 2023, I stated that my son had been to the A&E (a week before the post) for an allergic reaction to porridge, so he would either be allergic to Milk and/or Gluten. We were told a referral was done to our GP for a visit by an allergy team who would walk us through to process of slowly introducing allergens so that my son would hopefully be able to safely be exposed to them in the future and advised to "only feed him vegetables and fruit". We were given an "prescription" for an antihistamine to continue the treatment and to use as an SOS in case of another allergic reaction in the future. No allergy tests were done for my son at all.
We were told that, it would take a couple of weeks before we were contacted by the allergy team and to contact the GP after two weeks if we hadn't heard from them. We waited a month and nothing. At the end of May, I went to our GP to ask for updates on this situation. Imagine my shock when the GP told me that they didn't even have ANY information about my son being in the A&E. They've spent 1h contacting the hospital to get the paperwork from the A&E that SHOULD have been sent to our GP. In said paperwork, it states that the hospital would like the GP to sort out the allergy appointment. So, no allergy appointment had been made for an entire month and if I hadn't enquired about this situation, the GP would have had no clue about the need to make one because they didn't have the necessary paperwork! I was given an apology and scheduled an "assessment appointment" 2 days later. I enquired about an Antihistamine prescription, since my son was gonna start nursery in a couple of weeks when my maternity leave would end and I needed to provide a bottle for them in case of an allergic reaction, because we still didn't know what my son was allergic to.... Lo and behold, when the GP staff looks at the hospital paperwork, it was stated that no more antihistaminic was necessary, against what we were advised, as we should have one antihistamine as SOS, I had to press the GP to provide us with an prescription (which the lady was very quick to do after seeing me ready to implode regarding this absolute incompetence) so the nursery could have one antihistamine with themselves as we couldn't keep juggling our bottle back and forth with them.
The assessment appointment which basically consisted in 5 mins of asking for details about the allergic reaction, all of which was written in A&E's paperwork and only then being referred to a dietitian's team. I was given no ETA, no info about where it would be, no contact that I could call to at least be put on a waiting list in case of a cancellation, nothing. I was only asked to wait and when confronted, the practitioner admitted that this appointment COULD have been made straight in the hospital's A&E, instead of this ridiculous and time wasting bureaucratic football between the Hospital and the GP.
You might think this was the end of the miscommunication and incompetence.... Oh oh But no,.. of course not!! I waited another month of silence. At the end of June I called the hospital's appointment hotline enquiring about my son's appointment, only to be told that he doesn't have one because a referral hadn't been made yet! I was fuming!! I immediately called the GP who have assured me that a referral has been sent to the hospital's Paediatric and gave me it's referral number and they would enquire....
If you are in the UK like I am and you see that your baby/child is being ignored by your GP / Hospital and not getting the appropriate care, then do as I did and contact PALS near your area. That was the best piece of advice that I have received from people at my local breastfeeding group, and if being a mother has taught me anything, is that sometimes, you will have to be a momma bear (aka Karen to the eyes of the target) and advocate for your child. I work in retail, I despise Karens and I have no wish to be one, I am usually a pushover. But I will not allow anyone to trample on my son's health. And while I do have respect for the NHS, seeing has my brother in law works there, I know damn well, by his own words, that the main problem is not the lack of funds, but the pockets where they go and the terrible disorganization.
At that point I had enough of excuses and I made a complaint to PALS about both the GP and the Hospital. My son was almost 9months and still breastfeeding but eating mostly Vegetables and Fruit as solid food as per A&E'S guidelines, delaying his weaning and feeding development and causing stress with the nursery and our family as we didn't know what he was allergic to and couldn't move on to full meals. I flat out asked them if they were intent on my son completing an entire year of life being fed only Vegetables and Fruit besides breastmilk, and called them out because an 8 month baby should not be put on the back burner over and over again due to the incredibly poor communication between these two organizations and have his health jeopardized. I demanded a resolution ASAP and forward this to the Paediatrician as I did not trust the hospital to be able clearly communicate between their departments and whom I suspected had not been told absolutely nothing regarding all this. Two days later the allergy team specialist rang me to personally and profusely apologise and take the situation under her control and give me her allergy guidelines which I should have been given since the beginning. I was still forced to wait until early July for a allergy test - Milk was found to be the culprit.
I still thank everything that I had enough perseverance to stick with breastfeeding and never, ever, though to look at formula. I tremble to think about the consequences, Even though I'm aware that dairy free formulas exist, me being a 1st time ignorant mother, chances were I could have picked a wrong one. Fortunately I produced more than enough milk and my son had a good latch. Also because my son was not making any allergic reactions to my milk, this meant there was a higher chance that he could grow out of his allergy, as he was still getting enzymes from the dairy that I consumed. From here on, food introduction was a breeze. He's a real foodie, he loves to eat and he loves to eat with us. Adapting our diet was a bit of work, as I have IBS and my husband is diabetic so there might be some foods that will be a trigger or might not be the most ideal to someone in our family, but we managed to strike a good balance. Vegan options do help and we are having fun exploring that.
The problems then came with the nursery. After letting them know that my son was allergic to milk and other things were fine, the cases of allergic reaction in the nursery stated to increase and he started getting very bad reactions. First we suspected cross contamination, then that he might be allergic to something else, but the foods they were saying he was allergic to made absolutely no sense as he was just fine having those at home. We came to the conclusion after several events in the softplay area - that involved no food at all - that the culprit might be their cleaning products and further pressed after two different members of staff said they themselves were allergic to that product - Milton. After several bickerings between us and the nursery and us visiting our origin country for Xmas where my son ate in 4 different household and 5 different restaurant with absolutely no allergy reaction (in comparing to the then daily cases of reaction on the 3 days that he stayed at nursery), we finally convinced the nursery to change their cleaning products - they are now using Sanell. In addiction to prevent cross contamination, my son was given his own high chair, that no other child uses. Happy to say the cases of allergy are nearly non-existent now. His recent blood results also came back with amazingly good improvements, so we got the thumbs up from the Allergy Team and the Paediatrician to start the milk ladder and slowly and gradually adding milk to his diet. Currently he's in stage one and having half a teaspoon of malted milk biscuit daily with no reaction. It will probably still be able two months until he can have a full biscuit, but I can't wait to see his smile when we get to this stage - he loves taking the little piece of my hand.
Because of the back and forth with the nursery and them insisting that the allergic reaction could be due to other foods, the allergy team at the hospital was more concerned with that than his Eczema situation. We had to insist about it, since we suspected the reactions might be Eczema instead, stating that I was still waiting for the promised skin specialist appointment since end of April last year. The lead Team Speciallist, again showed her amazing professionalism and chased up the situation and we finally got our appointment jointly with her and the skin specialist in January of this year. She gave us a few products to try but said that the Eczema situation was relatively controlled. The samples that she gave were:
- Dermol 500 Lotion - we still use this for his bath as a soap substitute
- Adex Gel - kind like an emollient cream, it was ok-ish
- Cetraben Cream - didn't seem to make any difference, but can also be used as a soap substitute so we'll give it a go after Dermol is finished
- Zerodearm Ointment - didn't seem to make any difference, but it has a Vaseline like quality to it, so might try again
So I went back to the thing that worked last time - Vaseline. This time though, it was on a place that I couldn't exactly leave uncovered. My son was about to do some blood tests so hospital had given us numb cream to put on the inside of his elbows and some clear medical film. He had this done before and I remembered that the film had been resistant enough to keep the cream in and didn't hurt his skin, so I though, maybe I could apply the same theory. So I bought some clear medical film (Tegaderm Film), put a good chunk of Vaseline on the wound and sealed it with the film. I changed this twice or three times a day, depending if he was in the nursery or not. It worked like a charm and it allowed the skin to heal. For reference, the nursery manager, whose son suffers with really bad eczema has suggested me the AproDerm Ointment which also has a Vaseline consistency to it, but my son's situation cleared up before I had to use it.
The skin specialist by then had prescribed a treatment with another hydrocortisoid cream ( Daktacort 2% 1% w/w, needs to be kept refridgerated ) and an emollient cream - Epimax Oatmeal Cream. For the other patches of Eczema (that were not in wound), I would use Daktacord, once in the morning, once in the evening, and I would use Epimax to keep the skin moisturized along the day, whenever I would change a diaper. The skin specialist told us to keep using Daktacord twice a day for a week, then drop it to once a day on the following week, and then drop it to every other day on the week after. This has worked brilliantly and it solved all Eczema patches, including the stubborn one behind his right knee, We were able to drop the Daktacord and we now only use the Epimax emollient regularly about twice a day.
Thank you if you have read everything so far, I hope you have found something that could be of use to you. Happy to answer any questions that you might have, or if you're feeling desperate like I was and just need some reassurance, just drop me message!
2024.05.20 01:27 Hollow-Graham [Ps4] H: Weapons and armor W: any offers, but LL3 offers are appreciated
Any and all offers are welcomed! In search of reflex and forceful stock mods. Leaders, junk, LL3, and flux always appreciated
Weapons: 🔫🔪
——Railways:
AA/50L/15RD
AA/50C/250drwr
B/50C/15RD
TS/25FF15RD
Q/25a/1a
—-Fixer:
AA/25FF25AP
B/E/15VCC
B/15ap/25ap
B/ff-90rw
AA/E/1A
AA/E
AA/50VHC/50BS
AA/50vhc/-90rw
I/25FF15VCC
Exec/25AIM/25AP
Troubleshooters/50c/25ap
Troubleshooters/E/25ap
Q/50L/250dr
Q/15ap/rw
V/50c/15vcc
V/25a/25ap
V/50c/50bs
Stalk/50c/25ap
AA/50vhc/1p
Ass/25a/25ap
Exec/15ap/25ap
Exec/50vhc/25ap
Exec/50vhc/15vcc
TS/25a/50dr
Jug/50vhc/15vcc
——Elders Mark:
Jug/e/15rd
B/ff50bs
Q/E/15Vcc
AA/Ff15vc
J/50C/15RD
Troubleshooters/50c/50bs
——Enclave Rifles, Flamers, Pistols:
AA/25a/25ap Pistol
B/50c/25ap Aligned auto, calibrated capacitor,forceful stock w/reflex
N/25a/50bs Stabilized short rifle w/reflex
V/25a/25ap Aligned Auto w/reflex sight
V/50VHC/50BS Pistol
Q/50VHC/1P Aligned Sniper Rifle
M/25FF25AP Auto Rifle w/ Reflex Sight
J/25FF25AP Pistol
B/50C/1P Auto Rifle w/ Reflex Sight
Bers/25FF50BS Aligned Auto Rifle
Aris/50bash/1a Aligned Flamer Rifle
AA/50Limb/25AP Pistol
TS/ff-90 pistol
TS/50c/-90 pistol with stabilized stock
——Mini-gun:
Ass/25aim/-90
——Gatling:
Ass/e/-90
——.50 Cal:
TS/FF250DR
——Gatling plasma:
V/50c/15vc
——LMG:
Q/50vhc/15vc
Jug/ff15vc
——10mm Sub:
B/50c/15rd
——Combat Shotgun:
B/50c/15rd
Q/50c/15rd
——Lever Action:
Q/E/25AP
Jug/Ff50Bs
——Lasers:
Q/50C/25AP (lvl35)
——Combat Rifle:
Jug/50c/15rd
J/50c/25Ap
——Pump Shotgun:
AA/50c/15rd
——Pipe Bolt Action:
AA/50vhc/15rd
——Security Baton:
B/50c/25ap
——Bowie Knife:
B/40ws/1s
——Knuckles:
F/40ws/1s
Armors:🛡️
——Combat:
Autostim/25rad/doctors heavy right arm
Bols/5ap sturdy chest
——Urban Scout:
Uny/1s/AWR Chest
Uny/1S/energy
Uny/1L/JWR
Autostim/25rad/Cav right leg
Bols/1L/AWR left arm
Bols/7ex/WWR right arm
Cham/1intel/improved sneaking left leg
Van/7ex/doctors left leg
——Forest Scout:
Uny/1L/AWR Chest
Uny/1E/fire
Van/25rad/improved sneak Chest
Van/1intel/posion left arm
Ass/5ap/electrified left arm
——Trappers:
OE/7ex/50bs Chest
——Metal:
Uny/1L/poison light left arm
OE/25fire/Burning sturdy left arm
Van/25fire/rad recovery heavy right arm
Van/5ap/Sent heavy right arm
Van/1s/cav sturdy right leg
——Leather:
Uny/5ap/Cav light left arm
Uny/25poison/jwr sturdy right leg
Van/1P/Cav light left arm
Cham/1Intel/25improved sneak sturdy right arm
Cham/1s/AWR light right arm
——Marine:
Aris/25rad/FDC Chest
Aris/1L/Sent Left Leg
Ass/1A/Jwr Right Arm
Regen/glutton/WWR Right Arm
Van/5ap/15rld Right Leg
Power Armors:🛡️🔋
——Ultracite:
OE/25fire/FDC Chest
Aris/5ap/JWR left arm
Autostim/7ex/AWR left arm
Bols/1E/ JWR right leg
Noc/1intel/Sent left leg
Regen/5ap/Cav left arm
Enclave Mods:👨🔬
Aligned Flamer (2x)
Aligned Short (2x)
Aligned Sniper (1x)
Aligned splitter (3x)
Calibrated Capacitor (3x)
Gamma Wave Emmiter (1x)
Sever Beta Wave Tuner (2x)
Vicious Capacitor (2x)
Precise Stock (2x)
Stabilized Stock (1x)
➕Various other true and stabilized mods (Just Ask)
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Weapons: 🔫🔪
——Railways:
AA/50L/15RD
AA/50C/250drwr
B/50C/15RD
TS/25FF15RD
Q/25a/1a
—-Fixer:
AA/25FF25AP
B/E/15VCC
B/15ap/25ap
B/ff-90rw
AA/E/1A
AA/E
AA/50VHC/50BS
AA/50vhc/-90rw
I/25FF15VCC
Exec/25AIM/25AP
Troubleshooters/50c/25ap
Troubleshooters/E/25ap
Q/50L/250dr
Q/15ap/rw
V/50c/15vcc
V/25a/25ap
V/50c/50bs
Stalk/50c/25ap
AA/50vhc/1p
Ass/25a/25ap
Exec/15ap/25ap
Exec/50vhc/25ap
Exec/50vhc/15vcc
TS/25a/50dr
Jug/50vhc/15vcc
——Elders Mark:
Jug/e/15rd
B/ff50bs
Q/E/15Vcc
AA/Ff15vc
J/50C/15RD
Troubleshooters/50c/50bs
——Enclave Rifles, Flamers, Pistols:
AA/25a/25ap Pistol
B/50c/25ap Aligned auto, calibrated capacitor,forceful stock w/reflex
N/25a/50bs Stabilized short rifle w/reflex
V/25a/25ap Aligned Auto w/reflex sight
V/50VHC/50BS Pistol
Q/50VHC/1P Aligned Sniper Rifle
M/25FF25AP Auto Rifle w/ Reflex Sight
J/25FF25AP Pistol
B/50C/1P Auto Rifle w/ Reflex Sight
Bers/25FF50BS Aligned Auto Rifle
Aris/50bash/1a Aligned Flamer Rifle
AA/50Limb/25AP Pistol
TS/ff-90 pistol
TS/50c/-90 pistol with stabilized stock
——Mini-gun:
Ass/25aim/-90
——Gatling:
Ass/e/-90
——.50 Cal:
TS/FF250DR
——Gatling plasma:
V/50c/15vc
——LMG:
Q/50vhc/15vc
Jug/ff15vc
——10mm Sub:
B/50c/15rd
——Combat Shotgun:
B/50c/15rd
Q/50c/15rd
——Lever Action:
Q/E/25AP
Jug/Ff50Bs
——Lasers:
Q/50C/25AP (lvl35)
——Combat Rifle:
Jug/50c/15rd
J/50c/25Ap
——Pump Shotgun:
AA/50c/15rd
——Pipe Bolt Action:
AA/50vhc/15rd
——Security Baton:
B/50c/25ap
——Bowie Knife:
B/40ws/1s
——Knuckles:
F/40ws/1s
Armors:🛡️
——Combat:
Autostim/25rad/doctors heavy right arm
Bols/5ap sturdy chest
——Urban Scout:
Uny/1s/AWR Chest
Uny/1S/energy
Uny/1L/JWR
Autostim/25rad/Cav right leg
Bols/1L/AWR left arm
Bols/7ex/WWR right arm
Cham/1intel/improved sneaking left leg
Van/7ex/doctors left leg
——Forest Scout:
Uny/1L/AWR Chest
Uny/1E/fire
Van/25rad/improved sneak Chest
Van/1intel/posion left arm
Ass/5ap/electrified left arm
——Trappers:
OE/7ex/50bs Chest
——Metal:
Uny/1L/poison light left arm
OE/25fire/Burning sturdy left arm
Van/25fire/rad recovery heavy right arm
Van/5ap/Sent heavy right arm
Van/1s/cav sturdy right leg
——Leather:
Uny/5ap/Cav light left arm
Uny/25poison/jwr sturdy right leg
Van/1P/Cav light left arm
Cham/1Intel/25improved sneak sturdy right arm
Cham/1s/AWR light right arm
——Marine:
Aris/25rad/FDC Chest
Aris/1L/Sent Left Leg
Ass/1A/Jwr Right Arm
Regen/glutton/WWR Right Arm
Van/5ap/15rld Right Leg
Power Armors:🛡️🔋
——Ultracite:
OE/25fire/FDC Chest
Aris/5ap/JWR left arm
Autostim/7ex/AWR left arm
Bols/1E/ JWR right leg
Noc/1intel/Sent left leg
Regen/5ap/Cav left arm
Enclave Mods:👨🔬
Aligned Flamer (2x)
Aligned Short (2x)
Aligned Sniper (1x)
Aligned splitter (3x)
Calibrated Capacitor (3x)
Gamma Wave Emmiter (1x)
Sever Beta Wave Tuner (2x)
Vicious Capacitor (2x)
Precise Stock (2x)
Stabilized Stock (1x)
➕Various other true and stabilized mods (Just Ask)