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crispy-art-on-fire · 2 months

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Since I don't know how much I'll get done with infection au this is where I'll say my ideas (if I can endure typing enough).

Start! In the beginning no one knew what happened. Discord seemed to regress out of nowhere to his old ways only... slightly off. Going place to place spreading chaos with no clear goal in mind and no longer responding to anyone.

By the time the main six decided to turn him to stone Ponyville, Canterlot and the Crystal Empire was already breached. The 'disease' spread quickly before any symptoms arose.

When the first afflicted were identified it became clear something was very wrong and quarantine was enforced. However the lack of knowledge how it's passed on made the original quarantines ineffective.

When stage 3 afflicted came no one was prepared for it. The rules changed and the remaining unafflicted had to go into hiding as the situation became uncontrollable.

Safe zones were established in Ponyville and Crystal Empire but Canterlot fell as Luna was one of the first afflicted trying to go into Discord's mind. Spreading it to Celestia. It's hard to tell how much time has passed since then since the day and night cycles are erratic at best.

Twilight is head of research of the affliction, trying to figure out how it develops in hope to cure it. Applejack and Rainbow Dash help with keeping quarantine the best they can and bring newly afflicted to Twilight to further study.

The people that knew Discord seems to bear some resistance to the affliction. Only Fluttershy is confirmed immune, though those afflicted tend to avoid her subconsciously. She has been put as the guard to the safe zone in Ponyville, looking more tired by the day.

Pinkie Pie is able to deal with stage 2 and 3 afflicted the best as her creativity in fun activities is endless and so is the one scouting outside the safe zones most of the time. However she and Twilight disagrees about the treatment of afflicted ponies. Pinkie Pie being convinced that they should be treated as friends that wants to have a party instead of patients.

Rarity after Discord's defeat left, leaving a letter to Twilight to be wary about extended contact with the afflicted. They're not immune like Fluttershy and she's sorry for whoever she is when they find her. Her whereabouts are unknown for now. Sweetie Belle has tried to rally ponies to find her but Applejack won't allow the Crusaders outside the safe zone.

#my art #mlp #mlp infection au #mlp infected au #my little pony #twilight sparkle #rainbow dash #rarity #fluttershy #pinkie pie #applejack #Enduring Chaos au #discord

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nico-nico-suavecito · 5 months

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Trans Year of Gratitude

Despair mitigation in the face of unceasing tragedy - a reflection on the last year following the Club Q shooting.

One year ago on Trans Day of Remembrance, I was scheduled to speak at my friend’s church about the nonprofit I work for. I was going to talk about queer joy and trans youth and all the work the church has supported us in doing. Then, I was going to pick up my partner and we were going to drive to Phoenix to visit my chosen family there, with a stop in Santa Fe.

I woke up that morning to a deluge of text messages and notifications, asking me if I was okay. I couldn’t tell you which headline first crossed my vision that finally pieced it all together. Just the flash of words. Club Q. Shooting. Injured. Dead.

In the months before this, I’d been in a state of trans revelry. I was back on testosterone. I was experimenting with self-expression and letting myself be the alt boy I never got to be in high school. My friends and I were going out dancing each week. I’d just entered a T4T relationship and was head over heels in love. I’d just restarted the queer open mics in October after a covid hiatus and was excited for them to be a regular event again.

I still went to church that Sunday morning, for possibly the first time in years. I struggled to be present — I kept scouring social media for news, reading my friends statuses and comments. “Has anyone heard from…” “Can someone confirm if they’re safe…”

I still went up to speak. Through tears, I wondered at our holidays. Trans Day of Visibility. Trans Day of Remembrance. I felt so much rage, the kind of rage that is love at its fiercest. We deserve better holidays than this. We deserve trans days of joy, and love, and everything beyond survival.

When I sat back down in the pew, I opened my phone. I saw that Daniel, who had been to my house multiple times for hair cuts and parties and who I admired as an out and proud trans man in our community, was gone.

I broke down in the pews. As the congregation sung “We Are the Ones” by Sweet Honey in the Rock, I started to write a wishlist of everything I wanted for trans people instead of what we were given. I wished us everything from bleeding bigots to coffee in bed with those we love. That’s how trans day of i love you was written.

That day, as people were sharing my post to their story, I started collecting people’s additions to the poem because they gave me hope and gratitude.

On the way to Phoenix, my partner Brin and I cried, wondered at the future that was feeling ever more uncertain, and we sang at the top of our lungs with Say Anything - Alive! Alive! Alive with love!

That night, when we made love in a Santa Fe hostel, I felt a certain urgency. Life felt so precious, so fleeting. I wanted to devour her. I wanted to be swallowed up by beauty.

She woke up the next morning with a cough and chills. One positive covid test and a six hour drive later, and we were back in Colorado Springs.

Like last year, I am in my house today, quarantining because of covid. This time, it’s been near impossible to find a PCR test to confirm it. My rapid test was negative, as it often has been when I’ve had covid. Still, in trying to keep my community safe, I can’t go to any memorials. I’m writing this instead.

In the months following, I was often asked, in interviews, by allies, in loaded how are yous, about how things are for queer people in Colorado Springs in the aftermath of Club Q. Whether things were better now that Colorado Springs has double the rainbow flags on display than it once had.

I think people want to hear that things are better. Increased support for the queer community in the aftermath would help our human desire for life to have a narrative in which tragedy serves a greater purpose. But it doesn’t. People are dead who should not be dead. They should be here, living their lives, with countless moments of joy before them. People are alive and still suffering their wounds, both physical and mental, with insufficient support. The needs of survivors have been buried beneath greed. Queer- and transphobia continues to be alive and well.

I don’t go dancing without knowing the emergency exits. Hiring security is now an essential part of hosting queer open mic, and this precaution is also salt in the wound.

What I can also say is that this community is so strong. The queer people of Colorado Springs continue to organize, fight, and live with a vibrancy that inspires me every day. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.

Still, following Club Q, the world feels more uncertain than ever. It’s an uncertainty that’s been growing — long before Q, long before covid, long before Trump.

It’s hard to look at the shooting in a vacuum. After all, every piece of anti-trans legislation that was introduced this year feels like salt in the wound that Club Q tore open. How can anyone heal when every day there is a new headline about a new group of people who want to legislate against you and people like you.

These years have begged so many questions, questions that many people in this country have been asking for decades: What does America hold in store for us? This country that cares so little for all its people that it would feed them to the maw of capitalism, a hungry god that can never be satiated? A country that let us down to the tune of one million covid deaths and counting? A country that shows time and time again how little it cares for the most vulnerable, with every mass shooting, every piece of anti-trans legislation, every new covid case, every instance of police brutality against people of color, every gallon of petroleum that will push us over nature’s tipping point, every dollar funding the genocide of Palestinians?

Recently, a friend of mine posted on Facebook asking how anyone can feel any peace and joy in the world these days.

I’ve spent the majority of this year trying to figure that out after years of burnout that, despite the fact that I have so much to be thankful for, had embedded a deep exhaustion in me that left me often anhedonic and withdrawn from, not only the world, but myself as well. I worried that this exhaustion would mean the end of my life-long career in activism and organizing at best, and the ultimate succumbing to despair at worst.

I am a person prone to despair, and have been since I was a kid. Not just sadness, but despair — a helpless emotion, a sadness without hope. I’ve always taken the world very personally. The first time I met depression and suicidality were in middle school when I watched An Inconvenient Truth. This started a year-long spiral, during which I was convinced that human beings were parasites destroying this earth, and as a human being, there was no way I could logically justify my existence. Despair has accompanied me since, even when I eventually realized that people are capable of immense love and beauty, and that the real drain on this earth is capitalistic greed and fascism.

I want to share here what has helped me as the case for despair has only continued to grow, in the hopes that it may offer a way forward for those who, like me, struggle at times to get out of bed, and who feel like they are often at the precipice of being consumed by said despair. And, as with everything I write, this is also a series of reminders to myself, as knowledge doesn’t always equal practice. I have been in a very despair-forward place lately, so I am hoping I might course correct myself in writing this all out.

I believe the three prophylactics against paralyzing despair are gratitude, hope, and action. I believe them to be three sisters unified in a dance, their chalices held to the air in service of joy. When I speak of joy, I don’t speak of the mythology of capital-H-Happy. I don’t think there is such a destination. I think of joy as a tool of resistance. I think of it as that which fuels us forward, in even the darkest of times.

If I am to continue to be an engaged and active resistor against that which seeks to annihilate all of us - corporate greed, bigotry, fascism, I can't be overcome by despair, despite being very prone to despair, as I've been for as long as I can remember. In that way, joy serves a vital purpose in the revolution.

Gratitude is a muscle I am trying to work out every day. I think we owe it to this world, this world that continues to be so full of beauty, despite all of the terrible things that happen within it, to try and be grateful for what is here and good right now. These moments — my boyfriend bringing me coffee in bed, the bird stopping by my bird feeder, sitting on the dock of the lake by my house, every time I go out dancing at the gay bar and nothing bad happens — these moments feel more precious than ever. I try to savor them, despite the knowledge that 1. terrible things are happening or can happen at all times, and 2. these good moments are likely to become more and more scarce for all of us if fascism and climate change progress at the rate they are. If I become overcome by despair with this knowledge, the reserves of my hope go unfilled and I can’t be of service to this world. So, I have to be grateful. I have to savor what’s good.

Gratitude also provides the foundation of hope. Hope is an intentional choice, and not one made easily.

“People speak of hope as if it is this delicate, ephemeral thing made of whispers and spider webs. It’s not. Hope has dirt on her face, blood on her knuckles, the grit of cobblestones in her hair, and just spat out a tooth as she rises for another go.” — Tweet by Crowsfault

Without hope, there is nothing to fight for. There is nothing to build toward. We have to have a vision of what can be. So many forces seek to take imagination from us, but we have to be able to imagine the future we want to build, not just the systems we want to dismantle. Admittedly, my imagination isn’t what it used to be — chronic stress has weakened it, but the gratitude that I am present with helps rebuild my imagination of what could be.

I am grateful when I see my trans friends happy and safe. What if all trans people got to be happy and safe. What if we could live their lives without an ounce of fear. What if we got to dance with abandon, without thinking of the emergency exits.

I am grateful when I see my trans friends have access to gender affirming health care. What if all trans people had access to gender affirming health care. What if it was free, and easy to access. What if that was the case for all health care for everyone.

I am grateful when I get to be in nature and feel how I am part of it, how I am, in the words of Alan Watts, “the universe experiencing itself.” What if we all felt that way. What if we all realized we create ourselves in the forge of how we love the world around us.

I am grateful for the organizers, the activists, the changemakers, the artists. What if the world was guided by people like them, people who lead with such a fierce love?

When I feel overcome by dread, it is their words that buoy me. One poem I return to often is Ross Gay’s “Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude.” If I go outside and listen to it and watch the birds, and the clouds, and the people pass by, I can mainline enough hope into me that I can at least do what must be done. Work. Love the people I love. Create. Organize and advocate. If I’m lucky, there will be enough beautiful things that happen that day that I can find more gratitude and hope to keep me going.

Hope and gratitude would be empty platitudes without action, the truest triumph over despair. I think that we all have roles to play in this world inundated with pain. I think we as a community are in the process of learning the power of our voices. The ways that we can amplify gratitude, and hope, and action in all we do, all we share, all we write, all we create.

I have started to see it as a cycle. Act. Act until you must rest and remind yourself of a future you can hope toward to motivate you. If you can’t envision a future you can hope for, be intentional in being grateful for what is so that you can see what can be. If you need to be reminded of what is, seek and create moments in your life that kindle the flames of your gratitude.

I say all this, and still, there are some weeks I can barely leave my bed. I always try my best, but my best isn’t what it used to be. But I have to try and try and keep trying. And gratitude, hope, and action, however foolish and futile they might feel at times, are the best ways I’ve found to try right now, so that we might be able to continue to fight like hell for the people we love, both dead and alive.

P.S. A note for you, reader. I am grateful you’re here. What if the world had more people like you? What would be possible then?

#lgbtq #trans #transgender #club q shooting #lgbtqia #trans day of remembrance #tdor #mass shooting #queer joy #trans day of i love you #poetry #art #activism #club q #colorado springs

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criesinmultifandommess · 11 months

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And now that it’s all over, a final goodbye.

Thank you Dream SMP, for all that you have done. Before, I was losing interest in my art and writing because I was uninspired. I didn’t care for creating anymore, and the fact that we were all in quarantine didn’t help matters. But that fateful day, when I saw my sister watching a Dream video, changed all that.

I’m a naturally curious person, and when I searched up Dream, I fell into a deep spiral, in a good way. I loved the hunter videos, I loved the minecraft but… videos. I found the DSMP and I loved that too. I watched them play Among Us and I loved it. From one glance at my sister’s phone and a question, I found content creators that I still love to this day.

Thank you Dream SMP, for reigniting my love for creating art and helping me find creators that I love.

Alt text for the images under the cut :3 (P.S. feel free to use or redraw any with credit!)

Image one: There are five panels. The lines go: “Listen, young one. When your loyalties come to light. When your pride is bruised, When your morale is broken, And your enemies lurk near. Tell me. What would you sacrifice?”

Panel one: a chest up shot of Tommy with his eyes not shown holding an arrow in his L’Manberg outfit. He is outlined in blue.

Panel two: Fundy is on the left and Eret on the right. Both are looking away from each other. In the middle, there is Eret’s crown and Fundy’s “A Spy’s Diary”.

Panel three: Wilbur is choking Tubbo as Tubbo tries to stop him. Both are in their L’Manberg outfits. Wilbur has red X’s on his eyes and Tubbo has blue X’s. The background are yellow X’s.

Panel four: Dream is in the front, with George to the left and Sapnap to the right. The background is red.

Panel five: Tommy in his L’Manberg outfit stands in front of L’Manberg’s flag, posing with his right hand up like the Hamilton symbol.

Image two: There are five panels. from left to right and top to bottom is Sapnap, Bad, Dream, George, and Skeppy. All of them are smiling and looking forward, Skeppy the only one with his tongue out. Sapnap has his arms crossed, Dream is holding his mask, George has his arms behind his back, Bad is throwing up a peace sign, and Skeppy a rock sign. The background is white, and a small black gradient in the corners of the panels.

Image three: A cut out of Tubbo in his season one green shirt. He is in a brown box labeled “Tubbox” in green letters. There are four cutout carrots all along the box.

Image four: Wilbur as a dragon. He has purple slitted eyes, fangs, grey scales, grey horns, grey-tipped fingers, pointy grey-tipped ears, black wings, and a black tail with spikes. He is wearing a yellow sweater and grey pants. He is holding an Ender Dragon fireball. He is surrounded by purple wisps.

Image five: There are two images of MCC11, the 2020 Halloween event.

Image one: the Violet Vampires. From left to right is Fundy, Wilbur, Tommy, and Quackity. All of them have vampire fangs. The background is purple dripping from the top. The text below lists their team name and account names.

Image two: the Fuchsia Frankensteins. From left to right is Karl, Sapnap, Dream, and George. They are wearing their Hogwarts house colors, with Karl as Hufflepuff, Sapnap as Griffindor, Dream as Slytherin, and George as Ravenclaw. The background is pink lightning with gold crowns above their heads. The text below lists their team name and account names.

Image six: Masks inspired by DSMP characters. From left to right and top to bottom is Bad, Dream, Techno, Fundy, Sapnap, George, Skeppy, and Sam. Bad’s mask is red and black with horns. Dream’s mask is green and yellow, with a smiley face projecting from the yellow. Techno’s mask is pink with gold tusks and nose ring hanging from a pig’s nose. Fundy’s mask is white with rainbow stripes on the middle of the head and inside the ears. There is orange accents on the ears, eyes, and filters. Sapnap’s mask has an orange-red gradient on the visor and pipes connecting to the mouthpiece. There is a white bandanna wrapped around the top of the head. George’s mask is white goggles and a blue mask with red accents on the filters. Skeppy’s mask is aqua and has a red mouthpiece with a square mouth sticking its tongue out. Sam’s mask is dark green and black lenses and mouthpiece, looking like a creeper’s face.

Image seven: Colored pencil sketches of George and Eret. They are dressed in their minecraft skin clothes. They are both resting their hands on swords (design by @/cuppakyle). They have crowns floating above their head and red cloaks on their shoulders. There is the word king floating between them, with all letters capitalized except i, which has a crown in place of the dot.

Image eight: Karl surrounded by some friends. Quackity is on his head, on the left is Foolish and Corpse, and on the right is Callahan. They all wear Karl’s iconic jacket. The hoodie is magenta, the main body is purple, the right upper sleeve is light purple, right lower sleeve is peach, left upper sleeve is seafoam green, left lower sleeve is yellow. On the left side above the heart is a green swirl. The background is white with light purple lines.

Image nine: Ghostboo. They wear a black-and-white paper bag on their head with green and red closed eyes and a smile painted on. There are tears coming from their eyes. Their skin is black on their right side and white on their left side, with dots of the opposing color. They wear a loose white shirt, a black corset, and a long purple skirt. They also wear a gold ring on their left hand. The background is a blue sky and icy light blue mountains as snow falls.

Image ten: Karlnapity wearing oversized sweaters. Sapnap’s arms are crossed and wears a red sweater and bandanna that fades to orange at the edges. Karl winks with his tongue out and wears a green sweater. Quackity has wings on the side of his head and on his back and wears a blue sweater and beanie. He has a scar running from his eyebrow to his mouth and one is is greyed out. Sapnap’s name is surrounded by cartoon flames, Karl’s name is in all caps and surrounded by swirls, and Quackity’s name has two wings on the side of the Q.

Video: Dream’s mask comes in from the right and spins around once on a bright green background. Dream’s mask then moves up and George’s glasses come in from the bottom as the background fades into a blue-green gradient. Dream’s mask fades, George’s glasses move up, and George’s shirt icon fades as the background becomes fully blue. A red background comes in from the top with Tommy’s discs with white shapes representing Tommy’s iconic shirt. Tommy’s discs part and a bee fades into the middle as the background fades into a green-red gradient. Tommy’s discs moves away as the bee moves down and goat horns fade in as the background becomes fully green. The goat horns and bee fades as a sword and crown come in from the top with a pink background. A Philza heart fades in on the sword as black wings fly in from the sides and the background fades into a pink-green gradient. The sword and crown fade and the wings and Philza heart move down as Phil’s hat comes down from the top. The background becomes a dark green. The icons fade and the background becomes bright green. The video loops back to the beginning.

#dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #dsmp art #mcyt art #tubbo dsmp #l’manberg #tommy dsmp #mcc art #dream team #skephalo #wilbur soot #george dsmp #eret dsmp #ghostboo #karl jacobs #lyn art

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gamerbulten · 2 months

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ink-tank · 3 months

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Forty-two hours ago a message came through over the comm, hard to decipher against the background of static: “This is Doctor Aguillard of the Earth-registered spaceship Baldr, requesting emergency medical assistance. All passengers and crew are quarantined due to an outbreak of an unidentified disease. Morbidity rate unknown. Two fatalities.” Interference from the roiling debris of the Kuiper Belt made the rest of the transmission unintelligibly choppy and distorted.

So now I'm piloting my little medical research rocket to intercept the ship. As the head of the Solar Community Communicable Disease Centre on Charon, asteroid-borne diseases are my speciality.

Zephyrius, sitting in the co-pilot chair, swivels their spherical head to look at me. The digital display the robot has for a face shows its characteristically cheery grin, despite the situation. “Doctor Forrest, we're fifteen minutes from interception. Magnifying on the viewscreen.”

In the lonely darkness here in the back end of nothing, I don't expect to see a big tourist cruise liner covered with twinkling portholes, topped with a sun-deck under glass, and with a rainbow painted across the whole length of its hull. Its engine exhausts flare purple as it speeds towards the edge of the solar system. What are they even doing all the way out here? It isn't like there's any sightseeing, and nobody's getting a tan seven billion kilometres from the sun.

“Scanning the ship's registry," Zee says. “It's got three pools, six bars, eight restaurants, and a spa.”

“All good vectors for disease transmission. People pressed up against each other in horribly moist environments.”

Zee's digital smile broadens. “No, I mean you can finally get the rest and relaxation you need, to avoid the workplace burnout you are currently hurtling towards!”

“This is a medical emergency. We're not here to have fun.”

“I only mean that you might want a dip and a dance after you quickly and effectively deal with it. After all, there's nobody more qualified than you in seventeen-hundred million kilometres.”

This is technically true, although out here it isn't saying much.

“If anyone's still alive on there.”

“It's been less than two days. Chances are good!”

#queer science fiction

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maryhall · 7 months

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it feeds off your trauma

It began, surprisingly, in LA. Patient zero was wealthy, young, and famous, shocking the world.

And now I’m sick.

No. No. No.

I don’t feel sick. Not that sick.

But I know how it ends. It ends the same for everyone.

The TV replays nothing but the same message. Over and over and over. A rainbow screen. Screeching. White text surrounded by black: EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM. Black text beneath that: THIS IS NOT A TEST. Beneath that scrolls in a black bar: QUARANTINE ACTIVE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS. DO NOT LET THE DARKNESS CONSUME YOU. REMAIN INDOORS. DO NOT LET OTHERS IN, NO MATTER HOW DESPERATE THEY MIGHT SEEM.

How am I supposed to think happy thoughts when the world’s falling apart?

And when my neighbor and her six-year-old come to my door, am I supposed to not let them in? The little girl cries. Every day, they come to my door. Her mother pounds on the wood, screaming, and her child cries.

“I know you’re in there! Let us in, goddammit! Help us!”

I do not.

I look at myself in the mirror. I look like shit. Ashen. I’m not pale- I can never be pale, like the mother and daughter outside. But I look ashen. My hair needs maintaining and my skin is greasy. My eyes are sunken. I need Grandmama twist my locs. I need a shower. I need sleep.

Sleep.

I can’t wait to sleep.

But I wake up in the morning, curled on the couch, my neck hurting like Hell. The scrolling text on the TV has changed. QUARANTINE ACTIVE UNTIL FUTHER NOTICE. THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS. DO NOT LET THE DARKNESS CONSUME YOU. IT FEEDS OFF YOUR TRAUMA.

What?

Groggily, I stare at the screen. I can’t comprehend what that means.

Who’s ‘it’? The virus? And what does the TV- the government- mean by ‘feeds’?

A knock at the door startles me. No, scares the crap out of me.

I creep to the motel’s entryway and, standing on my tiptoes, look through the peephole. I am short for ten.

But I do not see the mother and child as I expect. Instead, there stands a shadowy man. Immediately, I do not trust him. He has the wild look in his eyes the infected do. That’s, what, the third stage? Number three out of four.

“Hello,” The man says, just loud enough to be heard through the door. “I’m with the government. It’s safe to come out now.”

Like Hell.

“Come out now. It’s safe. Everyone is safe.”

I strain to see behind him, but his grinning face is in the way. Yellow teeth. Sharp canines. Wide eyes.

“Everyone is safe. Everyone is safe.”

A pause.

The man must determine that no one is home. He moves to the next door, where the process is repeated. I wait until he clip-clops down the metal stairs, then move away from the door.

I hope my neighbor is okay. She’s been living here for months, she said, with her little daughter. Anywhere her ex couldn’t find her.

Maybe I should have let them in.

End things faster.

Be a good Samaritan.

I think I’ve moved to stage two. Maybe. I don’t know if the voices are because of the virus or because of the loneliness. Inexplicably, they whisper in languages I don’t know but I do feel.

I understand what they want.

But now I don’t want to sleep. It’s scary. I don’t want to die. I don’t want stage four.

Where is my mom? My grandmama, who I want more than anything?

I know. But I do not want to know.

Is it worth it anymore?

I feel the pull of sleep.

I want my grandmama to twist my locs. I hate the upkeeping of dreadlocks.

They look awful. I try to shape them into pigtails, using the same motions Grandmama had, but I cannot make them perfect like she did. One pigtail is higher than the other.

Sobbing, I tear the ties from my hair. My hands aren’t the same as Grandmama’s. My hands aren’t warm. I have bad circulation, she said. No idea where I got that from.

When Mom and Dad were alive, they laughed at this. Robot hands, my dad said. We replaced her human hands with robot ones when she was a baby. That’s why she’s always tapping her fingers. Her hands are short-circuiting.

Later, Grandmama said I needed to stay in the motel at all cost. Even if I get hungry? Even if you get hungry. Even if you starve.

I wonder how she died. Where. She told Mom she wanted to die in her sleep once when they thought I wasn’t listening. If she got infected, her wish came true.

Grandmama keeps a knife under the pillow. I’m scared she’ll cut herself on it one night. She couldn’t have a gun, so a knife it was.

I take the knife.

I saw through my hair. Even in my frenzy, I am careful not to cut myself. Dreadlocks fall at my feet. Long, fuzzy worms.

It’s not worth it.

I look like a boy now. Exhaustion pulls at eyelids. Letting go feels good.

And the TV switches to a new message displayed on the rainbow background: FINAL BROADCAST. DO NOT GIVE UP HOPE. LISTEN TO MUSIC. REMEMBER GOOD MEMORIES. HUM. EXERCISE. WATCH A MOVIE. PET YOUR DOG. KEEP THE DARKNESS AWAY. GOD PROTECT YOU.

The darkness.

A few days before, the TV said that ‘it’, the virus, feeds off trauma. So I have to stop thinking. Or think happy thoughts.

But how can I think happy thoughts when Mom and Dad are dead? Now Grandmama, too. Everyone I have. Everyone I love.

The last memory I have of my parents was my dad hugging me and my mom kissing me on the head. Goodbye, they said, We’ll see you later. We love you, Abs.

I love you, Abby.

I know they did. And I know they wouldn’t want me to give up.

I’m scared of life and of death. But I know which path Mom, Dad, and Grandmama would want me to take. Which path I, deep down, want to take.

So I follow the TV’s advice. I don’t want to die. I fear what comes next. I don’t know if I believe in God anymore. Not since Mom and Dad died.

Mom, Dad, and Grandmama would not want me to die, either. They wanted me to live.

When I was a toddler, I had fallen. I didn't scrape my knee. I didn't cry. But Mom had. Grandmama had. And although Dad would never cry in front of me, I knew how worried he had been.

So I do not give up hope. I remember good memories. I hum. I exercise.

Even if I am sick, I will continue.

I love you, Abigail.

I love you, too.

I remember my grandmama’s warm hands. Us singing to her favorite song from long ago. My father’s bearhugs. How we played videogames together.

I remember Mom’s kiss, always planted softly on my forehead. She read to me every night before I slept. She told me I could do anything I wanted. Dad told me I could be anyone I wanted.

And those final words.

From my parents.

We love you, Abs.

From my grandmama.

I love you, Abigail.

I won’t give up.

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Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six Extraction - Top Tactical Shooter

Flashbangs and gunfire There was more gunfire, smoke grenades, flashbangs, and more gunfire. We were able to protect the area and neutralize the threat. However, we suffered some hits in the process. Our operator is restrained by what I could only describe as a half-tree and half-hand. I grab hold and begin to pull, fighting to release her. The two other members of my squad remain focused on anchor points around the room, waiting for it to generate energy to battle me and keep hold of its prize. Silent gunshots pierce the air while they shoot, destroying the energy pulses that traverse the roots, allowing me to free our operator from the clutches of Having cleared out all threats while searching, the route to the extraction point is safe. I transfer the operator to the pod and requested extraction. We have only completed one of our three goals, but it's better to bug out and rest. I don't want anyone else to come in to rescue me because I was just too stubborn to call it quits.

Thus ended another incursion in Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six Extraction. The PvP aspects of Rainbow Six: Siege, Extraction is a purely PvE experience that tasks you with completing tasks in the fight against the alien Archean parasite. Each mission is separated into three distinct sub-areas, each with its own objective to achieve and take place in different locations throughout the United States. Each geographic location comes with three different maps you can explore, and the goals are randomly selected from over a dozen options. It is possible to experience each one because you'll have to travel through multiple locations in each one to be able to unlock new locations to explore. What makes Extraction truly alter the rules of Seige is the way it requires you to use different operators. Each incursion is a different level of risk to your operator, which is why if they do survive, they gain experience and increase their level, which gives them better stats as well as access to a variety of weapons. However, unlike most shooting games that are multiplayer, the harm that your player sustains is carried over to the next incursion unless they are given time to rest. Continuously playing with the same player increases the chance of the player being knocked out, and when they aren't rescued by another player, they are rendered M.I.A. and you're locked out of playing with them. As you may have learned from above, you can make a rescue attempt, which if successful, will give you all of the XP that the player earned on their last incursion. If you fail to extract your victim during the attack, you will still get them back, minus some of their progress in XP.

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One thing I'd like to praise is extraction using audio signals. The fact that you can wander around in these abandoned areas makes listening to a feasible strategy for spotting something. Whether it is the gurgle of Archean animals or even the damp sound of a nest, being attentive to the sounds that you hear, you'll be able to determine if you are in proximity to anything. Of course, if you encounter a teammate who begins shooting with a shotgun, the pretense of being stealthy goes out the window. However, in a solo game, those audio cues can really help to give you an edge. While Rainbow Six Extraction can be played by yourself, it's best when you work together with others. You will not only gain more XP and increase your progress speed, but the security of a group will increase the likelihood that your player will return to the base on time, or even have someone carry their body back to a point of extraction in the event that you fall. If you're the type of person who liked the tactical aspects in Rainbow Six: Siege but was dissuaded due to the elements of PvP, Extraction is the only strategic experience you'll enjoy.

It was originally announced in the year 2019 under the title Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six Quarantine, but a series of delays and a brand-new title later have resulted in Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six Extraction. The Ubisoft Rainbow Six Siege spin-off is expected to provide gamers who enjoy intense, strategic co-op action with an alternative method to play in the Siege universe. Extraction is loosely based on a special, limited-time event that was featured in Siege called Outbreak. It was originally described as Ubisoft's response to the hugely popular Call of Duty: Zombies. Extraction does take some obvious inspiration from earlier horde-style games, but this is far from your mindless shooting game for hordes. There is a level of strategy and tactics that seldom gets a chance to shine in today's AAA games. Rainbow Six Extraction is the tale of REACT (Rainbow Exogenous Analysis and Containment Team) following the time that Rainbow Headquarters established the elite group and launched Operation Outbreak in response to an extraterrestrial threat. A mysterious Russian Soyuz capsule crash landed within the town of Truth or Consequences and infected civilians with an unidentified pathogen, later identified as the Chimera Parasite. Chimera Parasite The parasite twisted and transformed every person it infected, and then spread to various regions of the globe. The civilians that mutated, now called Archaeans, changed into various types, each with their own powers and abilities.

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The Extraction story doesn't make any breakthroughs; however, it's a fantastic story that's told superbly. Many cutscenes in the game provide more insight into the Chimera Parasite and how the REACT force is responding to the threat, tackling the Archaeans across multiple locations, including New York, San Francisco, and Alaska. Gamers who play Rainbow Six Siege will enjoy performances by some of the most well-known characters in the game. Ash, Thermite, Doc, and Tachanka play vital roles in the forming and commanding of the REACT force. I have to admit, I didn't consider Rainbow Six Extraction with much enthusiasm. While I understand the appeal of games that resemble horde mode, I find the repetitive nature and absence of strategic depth off-putting, but to put Extraction into that same category would be an enormous mistake and a disservice to the game's fundamental design. Extraction is not a horde shooter. It is much more.

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miralbug · 2 years

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Columbus zoo cheetah

How sweet."Īnd another: "May he continue from the other side by welcoming the ones that will come after him. Betty White when she crossed over the next day. The land lies along the eastern banks of the O'Shaughnessy Reservoir on the Scioto River, at the intersection of Riverside Drive and Powell Road. "What a good boy he was! Sounds like he arrived in time to greet Ms. The Columbus Zoo and Aquarium is a non-profit zoo located near Powell in Liberty Township, Delaware County, Ohio, United States, north of the city of Columbus. More than 500 already had done so as of Friday morning, including: "Though we are devastated, we are confident he has found a sunny spot across the rainbow bridge, napping happily and keeping an eye on his loved ones," the zoo's Facebook ended.įollowers of the page were encouraged to leave memories. Yunker estimates he helped raise at least 19 cheetahs. The zoo's Facebook page put it well: "His playful and calm demeanor made him one of the best baby-raising helpers in Animal Programs, where he helped socialize otters, warthogs, foxes, and many others." The cheetah, Isabelle, was being walked by two Animal Programs staff members for her daily exercise. People like watching the dogs run more than the cheetahs," Yunker said. A 4-year-old cheetah attacked a zookeeper at the Columbus Zoo and Aquarium Thursday morning. Isabelle, or "Izzy," has the distinction of being the surrogate mother to the world's first cheetah cubs - a male and a female - born using in vitro fertilization and embryo transfer in February 2020."This is not our most our exotic animal, but he quickly became people's favorite. An Ohio zookeeper was attacked by a cheetah at the Columbus Zoo and Aquarium on Thursday morning. At the end of 30 days, she will return to her home in the Heart of Africa. The cheetah, who is up to date on her vaccinations, will be placed in a 30-day quarantine to ensure that she does not show signs of illness, required by the Delaware County General Health District. According to a Facebook post, 8-year-old Coby was humanely euthanized after. The Columbus Zoo and Aquarium announced the death of a cheetah ambassador, Coby, on Thursday afternoon Coby had chronic arthritis of his neck and secondary spinal cord compression The zoo’s animal program and animal health staff decided to euthanize Coby on Dec. This is Isabelle's first documented attack, Rapp said. POWELL, Ohio (WCMH) The Columbus Zoo and Aquarium has announced the death of one of its cheetah ambassador dogs, Coby. At the Columbus Zoo and Aquarium, cheetah Emmett and Labrador Cullen have. Rapp described Isabelle as “an incredibly well-trained animal" who has been trained to cooperate with ultrasounds, X-rays, blood draws and other medical procedures in order to minimize the use of anesthesia. Other zoos have paired them up with cheetahs to give them a confidence boost. Zoo officials did not identify the zookeeper or the extent of their injuries, citing privacy laws. In early January, rumors of sexual impropriety at the zoo started. “Right now we’re just trying to iron out exactly what happened,” said Suzi Rapp, the zoo's vice president of animal programs. Watch the fastest land mammal reach top speeds in Heart of Africa at the Cheetah Run These cats will chase a lure while displaying their speed and agility. Columbus Zoo & Aquarium Director Emeritus Jack Hanna resigned his position and formally severed other contractual ties to the organization on Monday, more than six months after allegations of romantic relationships between humans and animals at the zoo first came to light. Zoo officials are investigating the cause of the attack but believe it was the scent of the other animals on the keeper that triggered Isabelle's natural instinct to attack.

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