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Help! Post concussion syndrome or something worse??
2023.03.24 08:29 PerspectiveThat8086 Help! Post concussion syndrome or something worse??
Hi all. I had a fall back in November 20, 2022 where I fell backwards and slammed the back of my head. At the time I did not have any symptoms other than I noticed I began to have a clicking in my right ear that sounded like something was crackling on my ear drum. Occasionally I would notice slight ringing but it wasn’t really bothersome.Then on Jan 6, 2023 I experienced my first faint/dizzy/nauseous episode. It lasted a few minutes came out of no where. I was fine after that until Feb 9, 2023..In the middle of the night the ringing in my ears started blasting. I woke up the next day feeling disoriented, head pressure, and just generally “off”. A few days later I had a couple more faint/dizzy episodes and was generally pretty nauseous. Feb 14, I started to develop a veryyy strange sensation in my pelvis and legs that felt like a sort of butterfly/ticklish sensation and it kept me up for a week straight. I then started to get strange vibration sensations in random patches of legs, glutes and feet. Eye twitching/spasms, vibration in top of head, seeing little clear dots or bubble looking things, blood shot eyes on random days, extreme head pressure and disorientation. I also have experienced a couple days where my neck feels like it’s not going to hold my head up…it feels like a deep ache and like if I turn my head it might snap. Really weird. As of recent, the head pressure and disorientation has improved significantly, from a 10 to a 3-4 I’d say. However, in the last week I’ve started to experience random muscle pulsing/twitching in my legs and arms and actual muscle pain anytime I attempt to do leg exercises like lunges or squats (body weight). Occasional leg or arm jerks when I’m resting. In addition, I started noticing symptoms resembling autonomic nervous symptom dysfunction such as red and splotchy legs, increased heart rate and extreme heart pounding, dizziness when standing, etc. I also noticed that my left hand fingers seem to be slightly shaky, particularly my ring finger.
Had MRI’s of brain, neck, entire spine, and pelvis, everything came out clean and normal. Neuro confirmed no MS, spinal cored injury, etc so he said he couldn’t help me. Wondering if anyone has experienced similar symptoms form a head injury? Also scared this is something else like lymes disease, or other neurological disorders. If anyone has had similar symptoms and has any success stories to share or advice please comment! Thank you
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Had MRI’s of brain, neck, entire spine, and pelvis, everything came out clean and normal. Neuro confirmed no MS, spinal cored injury, etc so he said he couldn’t help me. Wondering if anyone has experienced similar symptoms form a head injury? Also scared this is something else like lymes disease, or other neurological disorders. If anyone has had similar symptoms and has any success stories to share or advice please comment! Thank you
2023.03.24 08:26 Responsible_Nerve123 The Bad Trip That Was Good (long read)
First of all, I'm sorry for making this post so long. But, my goal is to describe this trip with as much detail as plausible. I would also like to mention that, I fully understand that several things I am about to describe are common/well-know effects that are not unique to me.
This happened a little over a month ago. This was my second and most recent Pscilocybin experience. Though, I am not a newbie to psychedelic mindsets and experiences; due to my experience with Dextromethorphan.
I purchased 2.5 grams of penis envy mushrooms and ate them all at once, on a relatively empty stomach. I had explicitly chosen to take the mushrooms on an empty stomach; because I had eaten just under 3 grams of penis envy infused chocolate before, and found it not as powerful as I wanted.
After I took the mushrooms, I hung out with my brother. The entire time that I was hanging out with my brother I was taking hits from a THC pen. It took about 20-30 minutes for the effects to start to kick in. At first, I could just sense that they were kicking in. Then, I started getting that intense rush of happiness and well-being. Not too long after, I experienced my first visuals in the form of seeing my brothers leg completely texture-less and featureless. After a while, I started experiencing sensory overload and decided to go to my room for some alone time.
When I got to my room I started switching back and forth from watching random YouTube videos to observing the different textures/colors/feelings around me. At one point, I looked down at my floor towards my closet and noticed people in my peripheral vision. These people were of all different races and genders and wore business casual clothing. They were sitting in the fetal position with their shins and faces to the ground.
After a while, I notice that I don't feel like I'm in the same dimension/realm/reality; whatever you wanna call it. Then, the textures and colors of walls and ceiling of the room started changing in sync. At this point I am experiencing very intense visuals and the presence of someone being really close to me; in a comforting way. Looking back on it, I'm pretty I was seeing colors that I'd never seen before because, I really can't visualize or describe the colors. It was like a mixture of colors. But, not in a way that creates a different color but rather, in a way that creates it's own color entirely. It's also worth mentioning that, at this time I was seeing very, very interesting geometric shapes and patterns. Anyway, I make the connection that each new iteration of the room I'm in is a different place.
I start trying to force myself to come back to reality; getting small glimpses of recognizable-reality. When I say this it's worth noting that, while traversing these places; the physical appearance of the room (besides colors and textures) never changes. But rather, I could feel that I was going to different places and didn't recognize the room around me to be my real room.
After failing to find my reality/dimension/whatever, I decide to take a trip to the restroom; to clear my head and hopefully calm down. I sit down and relieve myself. I start to wipe but midway realize that I'd forgotten: "what I was supposed to do". This may sound like I was thinking about doing something and then forgot. But, it was more of a sense of forgetting my purpose and the relativity of the world around me and how I was supposed to interact with. I knew that I was on the toilet. I knew that I was in my house. I knew where my room was. I just simply, couldn't connect the dots. At this point I started to experience thought loops. After wiping occasionally and freaking out for a while, I got up and went back to my room, quickly, without flushing or anything.
When I get to my room, I sit with my thoughts; experiencing the various effects of the mushrooms. Until, I come across the realization that I was entering psychosis. The thoughts that I may never leave this psychosis or meaningfully communicate with anyone else again soon follow. This realization is quite jarring as you can imagine. So, I start to freak out. I start taking really deep breathes; realizing I can't feel myself breathing. This brings upon the thought that my body isn't real and that, it's just something I've been confined to. I also start to grab my head and, unintentionally, pull my hair out. My hair was coming out really easy. But, I now realize I was pulling really hard and just couldn't feel it. I start to pace around my room; trying to remember "what I was supposed to do". My brother comes in and I'm completely out of it. He kept thinking I was on pills (due to my past addiction). The entire time I had this fear that he was going to hurt me. Eventually, he tells me to go sleep it off and talk to me when I'm sober. I learned that after the fact though. I don't remember him telling me to sleep it off or going to bed. I just know I was sitting there with him talking to me and then I was awake in the middle of the night (approximately 11pm to 12am).
When I woke up in the middle of the night either my room was pitch black or my eyes were closed. Because of this, I assumed that I'd become completely separated from any semblance of reality. This was very jarring. But, I didn't freak out as I've heard other people do when they think they've "died"; during psychedelic experiences. But rather, I sort of accepted that I can't change it and that I'm going to have to make something out of this. It was at this point, I started having visuals usually associated with closed eye visuals.
I saw many visuals; depicting several hard to describe concepts. So, bare with me as I try to eff the ineffable. I could see several generations of humans, from all different upbringings, passing before me. An alarm on my phone ,that I'd forgotten about, was going off at this point without my knowledge; creating the sound of getting close to something but barely missing it. I could hear this noise play in sync as a ray of light orbits a circle (at some point during this, I realize that if I concentrate in a certain way; I can try to get closer to escaping this place/becoming comfortable with this place. I don't remember which it was. But, it turns out I was peeing on myself with a "full tank"; if you will). I saw this as humanity chasing itself; just to fall just short. This revealed to me the way trauma roots itself at a young age and becomes what certain people chase their entire life without knowing (but also that this helps these people better understand, a more complicated version of, "it is what it is"). Along with, the idea that these traumas slowly form you into the people who caused this trauma. At the same time, I had the realization that our personality is entirely based on lives and perceptions and that we're all, essentially, the same person. I then heard my grandma's mocking voice repeating over and over again; in a torturous way (Growing up: my grandma would always shun and make fun of my emotions/crying).
Remember the ray of light orbiting the circle? Before I saw it as trauma happening then that trauma being chased; just to fail and start from the beginning. But at this point, I started seeing it as ever-growing anger and evil that follows humanity. This changed my perspective from: "humanity, unsuccessfully, trying to chase this deeply imbedded evil leads to: a beautiful sort of oblivious existence" to: "humanity, unsuccessfully, trying to chase this deeply imbedded evil leads to: a never-ending, ever-growing evil that progressively worsens the torture on humanity's psyche (I now believe that this could have been meant to represent the ever-growing, intertwining understanding of the universe). This is where it gets darker. At this point I'm looking at and pondering about the horrific things humanity has entailed. I see humanity represented as this spider-like face with furry, insect like, fangs and piercing eyes. Here's the kick: one of the biggest things that creep me out are spiders. I saw this creature angrily inhaling and exhaling in a stifling, miserable way. It was full-on raging and staring me dead in the eyes; very close to my "face". I then watch as different, horrible, acts of violence take place between different nations/people. The last person though I was messed up for experiencing this next part. But, this next part was probably the worst, and most disturbing, part of it all to me. I assure this was torture. Not, some sick fetish or kink. I was forced watch as I see a young woman being raped by a man. I saw all the gruesome details such as the sick look of please on the man's face and the horrified, helpless look on the woman's face. I'm forced to listen to the horrifying screams of terror from this girl and the disgusting sounds of the man's sick satisfaction.
Lastly, I came to. I got up and went to the bathroom to find out that I was still having visuals (though, not as intense). I use the bathroom then take the chance to see what it's like to see myself in the mirror while naked and under the influence of Psilocybin. I had looked at myself in the mirror ealier in the trip; but only for small periods. From my previous experience I had seen a glimpse of how Psilocybin can change they way your face looks. But, I wasn't tripping that hard. This left me craving for the full on experience. I watched as my body morphed and changed me into unrecognizable forms of myself with distorted features with weird proportions. Soon after, I start digesting the experience, dwelling in my own embarrassment, change the sheets and go to bed. The next day I explained to my brother what happened. For several days after I was in a slightly traumatized state. While also, dealing with the suspicions from my brother that I was on pills.
In conclusion, this experience started off magical then dwindled into the most horrifying, existential and disturbing experience of my life. But, after properly digesting what I learned and through understanding it was just a trip; I was able to learn several very useful concepts that have changed me into a better, more adaptive person.
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This happened a little over a month ago. This was my second and most recent Pscilocybin experience. Though, I am not a newbie to psychedelic mindsets and experiences; due to my experience with Dextromethorphan.
I purchased 2.5 grams of penis envy mushrooms and ate them all at once, on a relatively empty stomach. I had explicitly chosen to take the mushrooms on an empty stomach; because I had eaten just under 3 grams of penis envy infused chocolate before, and found it not as powerful as I wanted.
After I took the mushrooms, I hung out with my brother. The entire time that I was hanging out with my brother I was taking hits from a THC pen. It took about 20-30 minutes for the effects to start to kick in. At first, I could just sense that they were kicking in. Then, I started getting that intense rush of happiness and well-being. Not too long after, I experienced my first visuals in the form of seeing my brothers leg completely texture-less and featureless. After a while, I started experiencing sensory overload and decided to go to my room for some alone time.
When I got to my room I started switching back and forth from watching random YouTube videos to observing the different textures/colors/feelings around me. At one point, I looked down at my floor towards my closet and noticed people in my peripheral vision. These people were of all different races and genders and wore business casual clothing. They were sitting in the fetal position with their shins and faces to the ground.
After a while, I notice that I don't feel like I'm in the same dimension/realm/reality; whatever you wanna call it. Then, the textures and colors of walls and ceiling of the room started changing in sync. At this point I am experiencing very intense visuals and the presence of someone being really close to me; in a comforting way. Looking back on it, I'm pretty I was seeing colors that I'd never seen before because, I really can't visualize or describe the colors. It was like a mixture of colors. But, not in a way that creates a different color but rather, in a way that creates it's own color entirely. It's also worth mentioning that, at this time I was seeing very, very interesting geometric shapes and patterns. Anyway, I make the connection that each new iteration of the room I'm in is a different place.
I start trying to force myself to come back to reality; getting small glimpses of recognizable-reality. When I say this it's worth noting that, while traversing these places; the physical appearance of the room (besides colors and textures) never changes. But rather, I could feel that I was going to different places and didn't recognize the room around me to be my real room.
After failing to find my reality/dimension/whatever, I decide to take a trip to the restroom; to clear my head and hopefully calm down. I sit down and relieve myself. I start to wipe but midway realize that I'd forgotten: "what I was supposed to do". This may sound like I was thinking about doing something and then forgot. But, it was more of a sense of forgetting my purpose and the relativity of the world around me and how I was supposed to interact with. I knew that I was on the toilet. I knew that I was in my house. I knew where my room was. I just simply, couldn't connect the dots. At this point I started to experience thought loops. After wiping occasionally and freaking out for a while, I got up and went back to my room, quickly, without flushing or anything.
When I get to my room, I sit with my thoughts; experiencing the various effects of the mushrooms. Until, I come across the realization that I was entering psychosis. The thoughts that I may never leave this psychosis or meaningfully communicate with anyone else again soon follow. This realization is quite jarring as you can imagine. So, I start to freak out. I start taking really deep breathes; realizing I can't feel myself breathing. This brings upon the thought that my body isn't real and that, it's just something I've been confined to. I also start to grab my head and, unintentionally, pull my hair out. My hair was coming out really easy. But, I now realize I was pulling really hard and just couldn't feel it. I start to pace around my room; trying to remember "what I was supposed to do". My brother comes in and I'm completely out of it. He kept thinking I was on pills (due to my past addiction). The entire time I had this fear that he was going to hurt me. Eventually, he tells me to go sleep it off and talk to me when I'm sober. I learned that after the fact though. I don't remember him telling me to sleep it off or going to bed. I just know I was sitting there with him talking to me and then I was awake in the middle of the night (approximately 11pm to 12am).
When I woke up in the middle of the night either my room was pitch black or my eyes were closed. Because of this, I assumed that I'd become completely separated from any semblance of reality. This was very jarring. But, I didn't freak out as I've heard other people do when they think they've "died"; during psychedelic experiences. But rather, I sort of accepted that I can't change it and that I'm going to have to make something out of this. It was at this point, I started having visuals usually associated with closed eye visuals.
I saw many visuals; depicting several hard to describe concepts. So, bare with me as I try to eff the ineffable. I could see several generations of humans, from all different upbringings, passing before me. An alarm on my phone ,that I'd forgotten about, was going off at this point without my knowledge; creating the sound of getting close to something but barely missing it. I could hear this noise play in sync as a ray of light orbits a circle (at some point during this, I realize that if I concentrate in a certain way; I can try to get closer to escaping this place/becoming comfortable with this place. I don't remember which it was. But, it turns out I was peeing on myself with a "full tank"; if you will). I saw this as humanity chasing itself; just to fall just short. This revealed to me the way trauma roots itself at a young age and becomes what certain people chase their entire life without knowing (but also that this helps these people better understand, a more complicated version of, "it is what it is"). Along with, the idea that these traumas slowly form you into the people who caused this trauma. At the same time, I had the realization that our personality is entirely based on lives and perceptions and that we're all, essentially, the same person. I then heard my grandma's mocking voice repeating over and over again; in a torturous way (Growing up: my grandma would always shun and make fun of my emotions/crying).
Remember the ray of light orbiting the circle? Before I saw it as trauma happening then that trauma being chased; just to fail and start from the beginning. But at this point, I started seeing it as ever-growing anger and evil that follows humanity. This changed my perspective from: "humanity, unsuccessfully, trying to chase this deeply imbedded evil leads to: a beautiful sort of oblivious existence" to: "humanity, unsuccessfully, trying to chase this deeply imbedded evil leads to: a never-ending, ever-growing evil that progressively worsens the torture on humanity's psyche (I now believe that this could have been meant to represent the ever-growing, intertwining understanding of the universe). This is where it gets darker. At this point I'm looking at and pondering about the horrific things humanity has entailed. I see humanity represented as this spider-like face with furry, insect like, fangs and piercing eyes. Here's the kick: one of the biggest things that creep me out are spiders. I saw this creature angrily inhaling and exhaling in a stifling, miserable way. It was full-on raging and staring me dead in the eyes; very close to my "face". I then watch as different, horrible, acts of violence take place between different nations/people. The last person though I was messed up for experiencing this next part. But, this next part was probably the worst, and most disturbing, part of it all to me. I assure this was torture. Not, some sick fetish or kink. I was forced watch as I see a young woman being raped by a man. I saw all the gruesome details such as the sick look of please on the man's face and the horrified, helpless look on the woman's face. I'm forced to listen to the horrifying screams of terror from this girl and the disgusting sounds of the man's sick satisfaction.
Lastly, I came to. I got up and went to the bathroom to find out that I was still having visuals (though, not as intense). I use the bathroom then take the chance to see what it's like to see myself in the mirror while naked and under the influence of Psilocybin. I had looked at myself in the mirror ealier in the trip; but only for small periods. From my previous experience I had seen a glimpse of how Psilocybin can change they way your face looks. But, I wasn't tripping that hard. This left me craving for the full on experience. I watched as my body morphed and changed me into unrecognizable forms of myself with distorted features with weird proportions. Soon after, I start digesting the experience, dwelling in my own embarrassment, change the sheets and go to bed. The next day I explained to my brother what happened. For several days after I was in a slightly traumatized state. While also, dealing with the suspicions from my brother that I was on pills.
In conclusion, this experience started off magical then dwindled into the most horrifying, existential and disturbing experience of my life. But, after properly digesting what I learned and through understanding it was just a trip; I was able to learn several very useful concepts that have changed me into a better, more adaptive person.
2023.03.24 08:26 SwerveTheLane To the viewers of this...
Do you see me? Because I feel like I don't see myself.
I have never really imagined one month to be honest. I have told myself to, many times. Many, many times. 3 years have gone by. I have still not imagined. Not thought, not creatively thought, not imagined. I haven't let my mind be freedom, become freedom.
Imagine discipline. Imagine a month. Imagine a day. Imagine a month. What would happen? What would my life be like? Those are the questions I ask. DO it for 4 hours a day. Do THAT for 4 hours a day. DO THIS for 1 hour a day. THEN do THAT THEN for 1 hour a day and make sure you wake up at THAT time every day. Oh yeah and make sure you are sleeping THEN and thinking about THAT and THIS so in the future you can have THAT and find out THIS and learn about THAT at THAT THEN TIME.
In reality, it's laying on the carpet in the sun with mom, staring at the ceiling. It's sitting on the dark beach with mom and dad, and looking up at the stars. In reality, it's rushed pasta in the cabin and running back to the car to get to the beach and watch the sun set. In reality, it's time drifting away and knowing what you have had only after it's gone.
From these bleak words, I want a sprout to form, I want a flower to blossom. I want a flower to spring and have sprung.
My time in this city is limited, this period of my life is ending. I can't say I haven't regret, I can't say I haven't learned and lived to my fullest. I can't say anything about anything. I can't say and couldn't tell you what happened. My life has just gone. I remember but poems in the library and brief videos of myself.
I don't know how to end this, I don't know where to turn. Is this a cliffhanger, is this unfinished? I hope so. My story is still out there, waiting to be written. I am still the outsider trying not to fit in amongst the crowd. I am still doing sprints while everyone else jogs, turning each corner with an eye to the crowd, and doing jumping jacks while everyone else looks.
I have made my mark. I live in your mind. I live in your brain, in your memories, and mind.
I don't really care about any of this stuff. I'd rather not think about it. I'd rather sleep. For my sleep gives me dreams, and my dreams give me peace, and my dreams give me reality. For my dreams make me feel okay, and my dreams make it all feel so alright. Please numb me for this life is not for me. Good night and I hope to feel forever rested.
Please let peace emanate from within me, as the clouds reveal the pointed, dark green mountains, protecting their jewel with the lightest sheen of mist. Please let my mind's attention be true. Please let it direct itself in permanence and certainty. Please yawn with restful veracity. Please let my vocab quiz be true, and I hope you wait for me if it's not. Please wait for me. Please let it be okay. Please don't feel bad.
This feels unfinished. I am veering into untruth and haste. I am turning towards predictable negativity masked as possible progress. This is really fear. Fear of losing the receipt and disappointing the chaperone. Fear of overthrowing first. Fear of eating in the library. Fear of being identified as a cheater.
So I ask..."So where do I go?"
Where do I fit in, I wonder. Where is my space in this scene? All I know is it is everywhere, right? Isn't that what high school was? Or is it nowhere.
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I have never really imagined one month to be honest. I have told myself to, many times. Many, many times. 3 years have gone by. I have still not imagined. Not thought, not creatively thought, not imagined. I haven't let my mind be freedom, become freedom.
Imagine discipline. Imagine a month. Imagine a day. Imagine a month. What would happen? What would my life be like? Those are the questions I ask. DO it for 4 hours a day. Do THAT for 4 hours a day. DO THIS for 1 hour a day. THEN do THAT THEN for 1 hour a day and make sure you wake up at THAT time every day. Oh yeah and make sure you are sleeping THEN and thinking about THAT and THIS so in the future you can have THAT and find out THIS and learn about THAT at THAT THEN TIME.
In reality, it's laying on the carpet in the sun with mom, staring at the ceiling. It's sitting on the dark beach with mom and dad, and looking up at the stars. In reality, it's rushed pasta in the cabin and running back to the car to get to the beach and watch the sun set. In reality, it's time drifting away and knowing what you have had only after it's gone.
From these bleak words, I want a sprout to form, I want a flower to blossom. I want a flower to spring and have sprung.
My time in this city is limited, this period of my life is ending. I can't say I haven't regret, I can't say I haven't learned and lived to my fullest. I can't say anything about anything. I can't say and couldn't tell you what happened. My life has just gone. I remember but poems in the library and brief videos of myself.
I don't know how to end this, I don't know where to turn. Is this a cliffhanger, is this unfinished? I hope so. My story is still out there, waiting to be written. I am still the outsider trying not to fit in amongst the crowd. I am still doing sprints while everyone else jogs, turning each corner with an eye to the crowd, and doing jumping jacks while everyone else looks.
I have made my mark. I live in your mind. I live in your brain, in your memories, and mind.
I don't really care about any of this stuff. I'd rather not think about it. I'd rather sleep. For my sleep gives me dreams, and my dreams give me peace, and my dreams give me reality. For my dreams make me feel okay, and my dreams make it all feel so alright. Please numb me for this life is not for me. Good night and I hope to feel forever rested.
Please let peace emanate from within me, as the clouds reveal the pointed, dark green mountains, protecting their jewel with the lightest sheen of mist. Please let my mind's attention be true. Please let it direct itself in permanence and certainty. Please yawn with restful veracity. Please let my vocab quiz be true, and I hope you wait for me if it's not. Please wait for me. Please let it be okay. Please don't feel bad.
This feels unfinished. I am veering into untruth and haste. I am turning towards predictable negativity masked as possible progress. This is really fear. Fear of losing the receipt and disappointing the chaperone. Fear of overthrowing first. Fear of eating in the library. Fear of being identified as a cheater.
So I ask..."So where do I go?"
Where do I fit in, I wonder. Where is my space in this scene? All I know is it is everywhere, right? Isn't that what high school was? Or is it nowhere.
2023.03.24 08:23 ElementalZone 19 [M4R] TN/Anywhere, inserting eye catching title here!!!
Hiya, just another hopeless romantic here, posting so that I may hopefully find the one for me, so ya, here I am again.
A few interests of mine:
-I love music, rock & metal are my favorite genres, so if that’s also your taste I’ll literally love you.
-Video games, haven’t had the ability to play in awhile since I’ve been busy with life but you know!
-Anime, not too big on it, but I have a few favorites so I’m open to watching more.
Personality wise I can be all over the place, I’m just depressing at times and sometimes I’m the exact opposite, I can be really silly as well.
About me physically, I’m 5”9 incase height matters, I am short still I know. I weigh 150 and I have brown eyes & hair. I try my best to get rid of body hair because that is not my thing at all.
My preferences are just anyone feminine, and also share a few interests of mine, but I’m willing to put it all aside if I think your cool and I like talking to you.
I use discord a lot, so feel free to ask for that, but if this caught your eye feel free to send a dm!
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A few interests of mine:
-I love music, rock & metal are my favorite genres, so if that’s also your taste I’ll literally love you.
-Video games, haven’t had the ability to play in awhile since I’ve been busy with life but you know!
-Anime, not too big on it, but I have a few favorites so I’m open to watching more.
Personality wise I can be all over the place, I’m just depressing at times and sometimes I’m the exact opposite, I can be really silly as well.
About me physically, I’m 5”9 incase height matters, I am short still I know. I weigh 150 and I have brown eyes & hair. I try my best to get rid of body hair because that is not my thing at all.
My preferences are just anyone feminine, and also share a few interests of mine, but I’m willing to put it all aside if I think your cool and I like talking to you.
I use discord a lot, so feel free to ask for that, but if this caught your eye feel free to send a dm!
2023.03.24 08:22 ElementalZone 19 [M4R] TN/Anywhere, inserting eye catching title here!!!
Hiya, just another hopeless romantic here, posting so that I may hopefully find the one for me, so ya, here I am again.
A few interests of mine:
-I love music, rock & metal are my favorite genres, so if that’s also your taste I’ll literally love you.
-Video games, haven’t had the ability to play in awhile since I’ve been busy with life but you know!
-Anime, not too big on it, but I have a few favorites so I’m open to watching more.
Personality wise I can be all over the place, I’m just depressing at times and sometimes I’m the exact opposite, I can be really silly as well.
About me physically, I’m 5”9 incase height matters, I am short still I know. I weigh 150 and I have brown eyes & hair. I try my best to get rid of body hair because that is not my thing at all.
My preferences are just anyone feminine, and also share a few interests of mine, but I’m willing to put it all aside if I think your cool and I like talking to you.
I use discord a lot, so feel free to ask for that, but if this caught your eye feel free to send a dm!
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A few interests of mine:
-I love music, rock & metal are my favorite genres, so if that’s also your taste I’ll literally love you.
-Video games, haven’t had the ability to play in awhile since I’ve been busy with life but you know!
-Anime, not too big on it, but I have a few favorites so I’m open to watching more.
Personality wise I can be all over the place, I’m just depressing at times and sometimes I’m the exact opposite, I can be really silly as well.
About me physically, I’m 5”9 incase height matters, I am short still I know. I weigh 150 and I have brown eyes & hair. I try my best to get rid of body hair because that is not my thing at all.
My preferences are just anyone feminine, and also share a few interests of mine, but I’m willing to put it all aside if I think your cool and I like talking to you.
I use discord a lot, so feel free to ask for that, but if this caught your eye feel free to send a dm!
2023.03.24 08:21 rejuvafresh The Ultimate Guide to the 14 in 1 Multi-Function Professional Facial Machine
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2023.03.24 08:14 Thomas_Movaia How much does running form matter? Can I win races by solely focusing on run form?
Can you win races by just focusing on run form? Here’s the short answer: Maybe - but most probably not. On the other hand it is hard to be a successful runner with longevity if your running technique is poor.
This is not a great recipe for long term success: it leaves critical performance gains on the table. It’s the sign of a high level of professionalism to ensure all aspects of running performance are maintained.
To illustrate this “performance chain” metaphor a runner that shows poor running technique is likely to get injured when ramping up training volume. An athlete will not be able to hold good running form if they neglect strength or flexibility training. Finally any time spent on training might not be as productive as it could be if the runner fails to rest or fuel properly.
If any of the chain's links is neglected in the long run this chain will break under stress.
Identifying issues in running form has been shown to dramatically reduce injury risk, which in itself will lead to higher performance due to less time off training.(1) . This effect is in addition to the direct impact of gait modifications to running performance. (2)
So while running technique training alone won’t turn you overnight into a sub-2-hours marathoner, it is an essential part of a complete, professional training program.
Curious about your run form? Upload your videos to Movaia.com today to get a full running technique analysis with exercises you can incorporate into your training routine.
(1) https://journals.sagepub.com/doi/10.1177/0363546517736277
(2) https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5473370/)
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The running "performance chain" and the role of running technique
Here’s the long answer: Running performance is determined by a chain of connected performance drivers such as
- a runner's diet,
- mindset and motivation,
- genetic potential,
- strength,
- flexibility,
- recovery,
- equipment,
- training regime, and - last but not least -
- running technique a.ka. run form.
This is not a great recipe for long term success: it leaves critical performance gains on the table. It’s the sign of a high level of professionalism to ensure all aspects of running performance are maintained.
To illustrate this “performance chain” metaphor a runner that shows poor running technique is likely to get injured when ramping up training volume. An athlete will not be able to hold good running form if they neglect strength or flexibility training. Finally any time spent on training might not be as productive as it could be if the runner fails to rest or fuel properly.
If any of the chain's links is neglected in the long run this chain will break under stress.
So what’s the key take away for runners?
Running technique is an important and often-overlooked part of a runners regime, that keeps runners performing their best.Identifying issues in running form has been shown to dramatically reduce injury risk, which in itself will lead to higher performance due to less time off training.(1) . This effect is in addition to the direct impact of gait modifications to running performance. (2)
So while running technique training alone won’t turn you overnight into a sub-2-hours marathoner, it is an essential part of a complete, professional training program.
Curious about your run form? Upload your videos to Movaia.com today to get a full running technique analysis with exercises you can incorporate into your training routine.
(1) https://journals.sagepub.com/doi/10.1177/0363546517736277
(2) https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5473370/)
2023.03.24 08:12 Eager_Question Love Languages (2)
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Memory transcription subject: Larzo, Yotul doctor and geneticist at the Venlil Rehabilitation and Reintegration Facility.
Date [standardized human time]: December 1, 2136
My father died of despair when I was ten years old, and my mother could tell by the time I was twelve that I would follow in his footsteps.
I too was a thinker. I loved to take machines apart and put them together again. My most beloved area of knowledge was that of living things, and I read book after book on the vast beautiful worlds beyond ours, and the creatures they held. None could compare to my home in their scope and their variety. Not until I learned of Earth. Our land was special, even as the cruel Federation sought to ravage it. Life was the greatest mystery to me, the most fascinating of puzzles.
I had his joy for the world. The joy that led him to the stars.
My mother saw this, and made me swear that I would not let the Federation take me away. That I would not go to an alien university, and learn alien science, only to be drugged and sent to a re-education camp like my father. That I would not allow despair to take me.
"Swear to me you will not lose yourself, my child. Swear to me that you will not listen to their lies," she demanded, gripping me by the shoulders.
"I swear, mama."
When I was older, I picked one of the more rural universities, with less Federation influence. I became a naturalist and a physician, with an interest in genetics research.
My small-town university did not have the tools for genetic sequencing, but we did have the information on how genes worked. So a lot of my work was theoretical. My professor and I both knew that my thesis (about the potential for viruses to be used as vectors for medicine) was probably old news in the Federation. She didn't care. I had arrived at it largely independently, and produced a comprehensive model of how such a system might work, without a single alien instructor.
My mother was proud. My supervisor was proud. I, however, felt hollow. Was that all I could achieve? All I could dream of? To replicate from first principles the ancient knowledge of the Federation?
Still, I kept my oath, and began working at a laboratory when the news came. New aliens! Ones that wouldn't think we were primitive! Ones everyone else found frightful for some reason!
Aliens that were not part of the Federation.
My mother's hensa had kits the same week. She gave me one of them, as a reminder I think. I could not possibly keep a hensa in a Federation laboratory or space station. And I could never abandon a little hensa. She loved me from the moment her eyes laid upon mine.
But the humans were another matter. A hensa would be no trouble for a human space station, would it?
I watched the proceedings obsessively, viewed and reviewed Ambassador Noah's address to the Federation. He had no idea of what cruelty they were capable of, even as he faced it head-on. "Friendship". Laughable. I wanted to shout at him, "run! Run and block all contact from those cruel beasts! Lying, prejudiced monsters will do nothing for you!"
I was proud that my people were among the few who would seek relations with the humans. It was the perfect option. I could keep my oath to my mother and find a true frontier. I sent a digital letter to one of their coordinators asking if I could engage in training directly on Earth.
I eventually called in enough favours to get an uncle's friend's brother's wife's father's private space pilot to take me and my hensa so long as I covered the air tanks and the food. I spent three weeks in space with nothing but research. Antoinette Tremblay was my chosen supervisor, a brilliant researcher at McGill University in a nation state called Canada on Earth. She was beautifully interdisciplinary, and researched the human brain and "gene therapy". Therapy that used viruses as vectors!
I arrived on Venlil Prime to refuel, and only then did I get the news. I learned after landing that the Krakotl had already amassed their fleet. They had already beaten me to Earth. The Arxur had even rushed in, to triumph over them!
McGill University no longer existed.
I immediately contacted the UN. My case was bounced from department to department like they were playing hoopball with my information.
"I'm so sorry, Larzo," said a human who introduced herself as Petra Andropova. She was eventually the sole authority in charge of my case. "Antoinette Tremblay has not been answering any calls. She is probably alive, but may be injured or otherwise indisposed. NYU and the University of Sydney were also bombed."
I could not respond. I merely fell back against my seat and stared into the new abyss that had become my life. All my efforts gone to waste. My sorrow seemed to physically wound the UN representative.
"...There is, however, an opportunity," she said. I could tell by her face that she had not planned to say that.
"There is?"
"Yes. We have been planning a cultural exchange between humans and the Yotul people. Perhaps you could be involved in that?"
I frowned. "But–I do not mean to offend, Petra Andropova. It is only that what I sought was research. I appreciate friendship, but is there no researcher I could work with?"
She frowned and shifted through some files in her computer.
"If you'll stay for a few days–um. Well. A few paws I think it is? I can think of something."
I nodded. "Yes. Yes, of course. Could I have access to more of your human research?"
She moved her head up and down. "I'll get you access to a few genetics textbooks."
I did my best to keep my hensa indoors. She was crafty, and I had to make toys for her myself, as the Venlil did not have pets, but I managed. I stayed in a motel for a few days, and as promised, Petra Andropova made herself known to me through a datapad moving picture meeting.
"Well, I have good news and bad news," she said, "the good news is that we will be contacting a researcher who worked directly under Antoinette Tremblay to work at a new facility that has just begun construction."
"And the bad?"
"Whether you do any cutting-edge research will depend entirely on them."
"...Thank you."
"I'll send you more human research on genetics," she added, "and if you're interested in working with this researcher, we will pay for upskilling in the form of using Venlil genetic sequencing technology over the next couple of weeks."
I accepted the offer, and used the advance to secure an apartment. The Venlil were not Federation anymore. But with their disdain, they might as well be. The two weeks were exhausting, not because of the programs and machines with a hundred different settings and docks and menus, but because they were driving me mad.
"Even the uplift knows how to do this, Kenla!"
"Leave it to the uplift to ask the stupid questions."
"If the computer is too hard, we could probably make you an abacus!"
In the second week of training, I found myself at a pro-human bar, surrounded by bizarre and entertaining death-worshipping humans dressed in all manner of ghastly clothes, when the news broke. Governor Tarva appeared on every television screen at once.
“--I am about to share with you an interview from Aafa, revealing a centuries-long conspiracy against Federation member races–”
An elderly gojid off in the back shouted “I knew it!!” before anyone had any idea what the news actually was.
“--The humans are not the only meat-and-plant eating race to have existed.”
What followed was a horrifying video in which Nikonus declared that not only were other species omnivorous like the humans, but that the Federation had been the ones to instigate the conflict with the Arxur!
“I told you all!” the Gojid continued, waving a half-empty bottle in the air. “You didn’t believe me! These claws exist for a reason!”
The Kolshians had destroyed the Gojid, the Krakotl, and so many others, just as they were destroying my home! Governor Tarva had some further comments, but I mostly observed the bar with care. Many of the venlil were crying. I wondered if they would weep for Yotul losses as much as they did for the humans’ suffering.
I finished the weeks of training with a perfectly respectable grade and a rage I did not know how to quell. Thankfully, I was soon introduced to the human scientist in a visit to the UN embassy.
“Larzo, this is Director Andes Savulescu-Ruiz,” said Petra, gesturing to a human, probably 30 to 35 years old, who’d been reading through some papers. She lightly tapped the papers, nearly causing the other human to fall to the ground.
“Oh! Oh, shit–Hi! Nice to meet you, Larzo,” he said, jutting out a hand for me to shake. I presumed he was male, for he lacked the glans I so often saw among human females. I was never corrected.
“Nice to meet you as well, Andes Savulescu-Ruiz” I said, moving his hand up and down as I had been instructed.
"Just Andes is fine."
“Andes will be the director of the Human division at the new facility, so you’ll be working directly under them,” said Petra. “I’m sure you’ll make wonderful colleagues.”
“May I engage in research?” I asked immediately. Andes tilted his head to one side, like a curious hensa.
“I mean, if you find something worth researching, go for it,” he said with a little shrug.
I nearly leapt with joy. I could decide the very direction of my research! He let out a strange noise and brought a hand to his lips as he smiled.
“Let’s go check out the site,” Andes said, and stood. He was not tall for a human, marginally shorter than Petra Andropova, but he had a large presence, and a thickness to his muscles that did not make him look as gangly and stretched out as so many humans do.
Over the last few days we set up my office and the lab I would share with some Venlil and Zurulian doctors. Andes would come from his own additional education every few shifts to help with construction. It was astonishing, how much an untrained human could lift, how responsive their muscles were to the demands of labour. I would catch myself on occasion staring as he helped with the construction efforts of the southern housing units.
Art has meant less since the arrival of the photograph, but I found within me a desire to sketch him regardless. Human muscles moved with a dexterity unbecoming of their size. Their legs looked bizarre, with tiny feet and five toes on each. I did not exactly voice my desire to cut him open and look at his tendons. Still, I would not have refused an offer to dissect a similar human specimen.
We were not close at first. My greatest companion remained my hensa, but I found I was right about humans. They were cordial, curious, comfortable seeing me as an equal. The experience was emboldening. One time, after a particularly arduous shift, Andes decided to show me a human game called “connect four”, and we commiserated about our loathing of the federation.
“Ugh, when Cilany’s news broke last month, it was the worst!,” they said, placing a piece off to the side. I placed my own token between two of his, only to be thwarted by a third piece atop mine. He now had an incomplete diagonal, and had removed an entire row from my strategizing. “There was this Krakotl prisoner freaking out. Lady had never even eaten cheese and she was going on about monstrous she was.”
“Ah, so it was the meat-eating ancestors that were the problem, not the attempted genocide against innocent primates new to the stars?” I commented.
"Right?! I swear, you guys are the only sane people in the galaxy."
He had placed another red piece next to one of mine. If I moved to block it, his original diagonal could be completed. If I did not, he would have a second row under his power. I moved to threaten my own diagonal set of three. He blocked, and so I won another turn to decide what to do about that treacherous spot.
"Really?” I asked, glancing back and forth between his face, now visible with the visor on the table, and the game. “You would not place humans as our equals?"
Andes laughed. I blocked his second diagonal, and in the process destroyed any prospects at halting his first.
"Buddy, we are a lot of things. But would you characterize a species that launches into two massive concurrent wars within six months of first contact as sane?"
He placed his piece directly atop mine and won. I laughed.
"You make a compelling argument."
Over the next few sleep/wake cycles, which I tried to align with Andes’, we became well-acquainted with the other’s games of intellect. He showed me checkers, and then “Chinese” checkers, which I was assured were “actually German” but had never had their name corrected after an advertising campaign. I showed him River-Crossing Bridges and Hop-Stones.
I was delighted when he showed me "Chess".
"Ha! Finally!" I shouted when I won. He’d been scurrying away from my forces for much of the eating period, and I eventually captured his queen with a pawn, after corralling her with my bishop and knight.
"Yeah, yeah, you got me," he said with a roll of his eyes, and a smile. "Little [evil spirit] [joyous marsupial]."
At another time, with another human, I may have taken offence to such a remark. Andes did not cause it, however. No matter what I asked or said, whether I won or lost, he would never call me a primitive. There was something fundamentally reassuring about that, and no number of comments about how “cute” he found me would move me to suspicion. The relief was an order of magnitude grander than if he “wouldn’t dare”. He would dare, but it did not occur to him. His comical hostility simply fed my joy.
"I have conquered the great predator! Perhaps you need more muscles here," I said, tapping my head. He laughed.
"Perhaps indeed. How's the gene sequencing going?"
Andes had a way of blurring the lines between leisure and labour. He did not seem to notice when he switched topics so starkly. I steadied myself into a more businesslike posture.
"We've identified several clusters. We're trying to figure out what to do about them. Whether they have an instinct against incest and should be kept together, or whether to segregate them by gamete, or..."
"I'd assume put them all in reproductively incompatible groups with their closest kin, and then put those groups close enough they can talk to their brothers and sisters, but separate enough you can keep an eye on something like that."
"That's the current plan. How are the implants?"
"They're honestly the easiest part. The problem is developmental. They're... Well, they're fucked up. No kid should have to go through that. Their brain scans remind me of warzones. I have hope for the younger ones, but... Well, I guess the long and short of it is that I'm pretty sure a lot of them are not leaving this place anytime soon. "
"Does it give you pause? About the Arxur?" I asked. It was no secret that Andes had continued to contact the Arxur, even as they seemed to grow more hostile to his own species.
"I mean, I think I know a [genocidal, oppressive, prejudiced] croc when I see one, pal," Andes said, leaning back. "And maybe it makes me want to puke a little more now, to see the consequences. But I kinda knew what they were going in."
I looked at him with a careful gaze. It was as though he could wall off different aspects of himself, depending on who he talked to in the moment.
"I don't understand how you can stand them," I said eventually.
"At this point, Larzo, neither do I," he had the decency to admit.
The small device pinned to my coat made it known that I had a new emergency patient to tend to. All of us with medical training were required to use it should the need arise. "I should go. Talk to you later, Andes. We'll play Upper Salwick next time. You can't possibly lose."
"I'll hold you to that!" he shouted as I hurried off back to my office. Since my arrival in my earlier shift, children had been coming into the facility in waves. Though most had been set up with temporary lodgings while we decided on permanent ones, a handful wandered about this way and that.
My patient was a prepubertal venlil girl with black wool and large white spots around the top of her head, down her neck, about her [clavicle-equivalent] and down her [sternum-equivalent]. Her tail was also white, in contrast to the rest of her. She had a scratch on her temple. I knew immediately that I had not been called because I was necessary, a nurse could easily handle a scratch. I had been called because she’d caused trouble.
“How did you get that scratch?” I asked, pulling out the healing tape and a numbing agent.
She looked at me with suspicion and said nothing. Was she one of the mute children in the files? The ones Andes was so concerned about, as the implants might do nothing for them?
“Were you in a fight?”
Nothing.
“What were you doing? Did you fall by yourself?”
Nothing again.
I know not what the nurses expected of me, but I considered that a stellar interrogation that yielded no fruit regardless. Once I had placed the numbing gel on her scratch and the healing tape on top, she seemed to understand that my work was done, hopped off her seat and ran back out the door.
It was interesting to witness. A large majority of the children were skittish and very fond of the herd. They liked to stick together as tightly as they could, to the point of us ordering weighted blankets that would arrive in a couple of days, in order to test if that could be used to interact with them individually.
Perhaps a fifth of them, though, seemed to be quite wild and individualistic. They would roam the building, hide behind shelves or under tables. Most of them were prepubertal girls. Almost every injury we had seen in the past six hours could be traced back to disobeying a nurse, hiding somewhere dangerous, fighting, or some other escapade one would not expect of the Venlil. Not that they would provide this information willingly. Only the nurses would discuss the events, and they were always so distraught about them.
Perhaps they did not wish for me to interrogate the wilder injured children. Perhaps they simply thought me more expendable, should they turn violent.
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Memory transcription subject: Larzo, Yotul doctor and geneticist at the Venlil Rehabilitation and Reintegration Facility.
Date [standardized human time]: December 1, 2136
My father died of despair when I was ten years old, and my mother could tell by the time I was twelve that I would follow in his footsteps.
I too was a thinker. I loved to take machines apart and put them together again. My most beloved area of knowledge was that of living things, and I read book after book on the vast beautiful worlds beyond ours, and the creatures they held. None could compare to my home in their scope and their variety. Not until I learned of Earth. Our land was special, even as the cruel Federation sought to ravage it. Life was the greatest mystery to me, the most fascinating of puzzles.
I had his joy for the world. The joy that led him to the stars.
My mother saw this, and made me swear that I would not let the Federation take me away. That I would not go to an alien university, and learn alien science, only to be drugged and sent to a re-education camp like my father. That I would not allow despair to take me.
"Swear to me you will not lose yourself, my child. Swear to me that you will not listen to their lies," she demanded, gripping me by the shoulders.
"I swear, mama."
When I was older, I picked one of the more rural universities, with less Federation influence. I became a naturalist and a physician, with an interest in genetics research.
My small-town university did not have the tools for genetic sequencing, but we did have the information on how genes worked. So a lot of my work was theoretical. My professor and I both knew that my thesis (about the potential for viruses to be used as vectors for medicine) was probably old news in the Federation. She didn't care. I had arrived at it largely independently, and produced a comprehensive model of how such a system might work, without a single alien instructor.
My mother was proud. My supervisor was proud. I, however, felt hollow. Was that all I could achieve? All I could dream of? To replicate from first principles the ancient knowledge of the Federation?
Still, I kept my oath, and began working at a laboratory when the news came. New aliens! Ones that wouldn't think we were primitive! Ones everyone else found frightful for some reason!
Aliens that were not part of the Federation.
My mother's hensa had kits the same week. She gave me one of them, as a reminder I think. I could not possibly keep a hensa in a Federation laboratory or space station. And I could never abandon a little hensa. She loved me from the moment her eyes laid upon mine.
But the humans were another matter. A hensa would be no trouble for a human space station, would it?
I watched the proceedings obsessively, viewed and reviewed Ambassador Noah's address to the Federation. He had no idea of what cruelty they were capable of, even as he faced it head-on. "Friendship". Laughable. I wanted to shout at him, "run! Run and block all contact from those cruel beasts! Lying, prejudiced monsters will do nothing for you!"
I was proud that my people were among the few who would seek relations with the humans. It was the perfect option. I could keep my oath to my mother and find a true frontier. I sent a digital letter to one of their coordinators asking if I could engage in training directly on Earth.
Esteemed Dr. Larzo,It was an ordeal to arrange for the trips (let alone with a "dangerous predator" amidst my luggage!). I made my limited access to communications clear, and we settled on meeting in Venlil Prime for speed, as it was closer than Earth and had a UN embassy.
We have contacted a few universities, and received unequivocal acceptance of your proposal from multiple professors. You are welcome to board a transport to Earth at your earliest convenience. Attached are the projects you could participate in, along with descriptions of your potential supervisors. For the purposes of Earth credentials, what you seek would be considered a post-doctoral fellowship, the details of which are also attached.
Please respond with your earliest availability for live communication in between the following dates so that we may discuss this at greater length.
I eventually called in enough favours to get an uncle's friend's brother's wife's father's private space pilot to take me and my hensa so long as I covered the air tanks and the food. I spent three weeks in space with nothing but research. Antoinette Tremblay was my chosen supervisor, a brilliant researcher at McGill University in a nation state called Canada on Earth. She was beautifully interdisciplinary, and researched the human brain and "gene therapy". Therapy that used viruses as vectors!
I arrived on Venlil Prime to refuel, and only then did I get the news. I learned after landing that the Krakotl had already amassed their fleet. They had already beaten me to Earth. The Arxur had even rushed in, to triumph over them!
McGill University no longer existed.
I immediately contacted the UN. My case was bounced from department to department like they were playing hoopball with my information.
"I'm so sorry, Larzo," said a human who introduced herself as Petra Andropova. She was eventually the sole authority in charge of my case. "Antoinette Tremblay has not been answering any calls. She is probably alive, but may be injured or otherwise indisposed. NYU and the University of Sydney were also bombed."
I could not respond. I merely fell back against my seat and stared into the new abyss that had become my life. All my efforts gone to waste. My sorrow seemed to physically wound the UN representative.
"...There is, however, an opportunity," she said. I could tell by her face that she had not planned to say that.
"There is?"
"Yes. We have been planning a cultural exchange between humans and the Yotul people. Perhaps you could be involved in that?"
I frowned. "But–I do not mean to offend, Petra Andropova. It is only that what I sought was research. I appreciate friendship, but is there no researcher I could work with?"
She frowned and shifted through some files in her computer.
"If you'll stay for a few days–um. Well. A few paws I think it is? I can think of something."
I nodded. "Yes. Yes, of course. Could I have access to more of your human research?"
She moved her head up and down. "I'll get you access to a few genetics textbooks."
I did my best to keep my hensa indoors. She was crafty, and I had to make toys for her myself, as the Venlil did not have pets, but I managed. I stayed in a motel for a few days, and as promised, Petra Andropova made herself known to me through a datapad moving picture meeting.
"Well, I have good news and bad news," she said, "the good news is that we will be contacting a researcher who worked directly under Antoinette Tremblay to work at a new facility that has just begun construction."
"And the bad?"
"Whether you do any cutting-edge research will depend entirely on them."
"...Thank you."
"I'll send you more human research on genetics," she added, "and if you're interested in working with this researcher, we will pay for upskilling in the form of using Venlil genetic sequencing technology over the next couple of weeks."
I accepted the offer, and used the advance to secure an apartment. The Venlil were not Federation anymore. But with their disdain, they might as well be. The two weeks were exhausting, not because of the programs and machines with a hundred different settings and docks and menus, but because they were driving me mad.
"Even the uplift knows how to do this, Kenla!"
"Leave it to the uplift to ask the stupid questions."
"If the computer is too hard, we could probably make you an abacus!"
In the second week of training, I found myself at a pro-human bar, surrounded by bizarre and entertaining death-worshipping humans dressed in all manner of ghastly clothes, when the news broke. Governor Tarva appeared on every television screen at once.
“--I am about to share with you an interview from Aafa, revealing a centuries-long conspiracy against Federation member races–”
An elderly gojid off in the back shouted “I knew it!!” before anyone had any idea what the news actually was.
“--The humans are not the only meat-and-plant eating race to have existed.”
What followed was a horrifying video in which Nikonus declared that not only were other species omnivorous like the humans, but that the Federation had been the ones to instigate the conflict with the Arxur!
“I told you all!” the Gojid continued, waving a half-empty bottle in the air. “You didn’t believe me! These claws exist for a reason!”
The Kolshians had destroyed the Gojid, the Krakotl, and so many others, just as they were destroying my home! Governor Tarva had some further comments, but I mostly observed the bar with care. Many of the venlil were crying. I wondered if they would weep for Yotul losses as much as they did for the humans’ suffering.
I finished the weeks of training with a perfectly respectable grade and a rage I did not know how to quell. Thankfully, I was soon introduced to the human scientist in a visit to the UN embassy.
“Larzo, this is Director Andes Savulescu-Ruiz,” said Petra, gesturing to a human, probably 30 to 35 years old, who’d been reading through some papers. She lightly tapped the papers, nearly causing the other human to fall to the ground.
“Oh! Oh, shit–Hi! Nice to meet you, Larzo,” he said, jutting out a hand for me to shake. I presumed he was male, for he lacked the glans I so often saw among human females. I was never corrected.
“Nice to meet you as well, Andes Savulescu-Ruiz” I said, moving his hand up and down as I had been instructed.
"Just Andes is fine."
“Andes will be the director of the Human division at the new facility, so you’ll be working directly under them,” said Petra. “I’m sure you’ll make wonderful colleagues.”
“May I engage in research?” I asked immediately. Andes tilted his head to one side, like a curious hensa.
“I mean, if you find something worth researching, go for it,” he said with a little shrug.
I nearly leapt with joy. I could decide the very direction of my research! He let out a strange noise and brought a hand to his lips as he smiled.
“Let’s go check out the site,” Andes said, and stood. He was not tall for a human, marginally shorter than Petra Andropova, but he had a large presence, and a thickness to his muscles that did not make him look as gangly and stretched out as so many humans do.
Over the last few days we set up my office and the lab I would share with some Venlil and Zurulian doctors. Andes would come from his own additional education every few shifts to help with construction. It was astonishing, how much an untrained human could lift, how responsive their muscles were to the demands of labour. I would catch myself on occasion staring as he helped with the construction efforts of the southern housing units.
Art has meant less since the arrival of the photograph, but I found within me a desire to sketch him regardless. Human muscles moved with a dexterity unbecoming of their size. Their legs looked bizarre, with tiny feet and five toes on each. I did not exactly voice my desire to cut him open and look at his tendons. Still, I would not have refused an offer to dissect a similar human specimen.
We were not close at first. My greatest companion remained my hensa, but I found I was right about humans. They were cordial, curious, comfortable seeing me as an equal. The experience was emboldening. One time, after a particularly arduous shift, Andes decided to show me a human game called “connect four”, and we commiserated about our loathing of the federation.
“Ugh, when Cilany’s news broke last month, it was the worst!,” they said, placing a piece off to the side. I placed my own token between two of his, only to be thwarted by a third piece atop mine. He now had an incomplete diagonal, and had removed an entire row from my strategizing. “There was this Krakotl prisoner freaking out. Lady had never even eaten cheese and she was going on about monstrous she was.”
“Ah, so it was the meat-eating ancestors that were the problem, not the attempted genocide against innocent primates new to the stars?” I commented.
"Right?! I swear, you guys are the only sane people in the galaxy."
He had placed another red piece next to one of mine. If I moved to block it, his original diagonal could be completed. If I did not, he would have a second row under his power. I moved to threaten my own diagonal set of three. He blocked, and so I won another turn to decide what to do about that treacherous spot.
"Really?” I asked, glancing back and forth between his face, now visible with the visor on the table, and the game. “You would not place humans as our equals?"
Andes laughed. I blocked his second diagonal, and in the process destroyed any prospects at halting his first.
"Buddy, we are a lot of things. But would you characterize a species that launches into two massive concurrent wars within six months of first contact as sane?"
He placed his piece directly atop mine and won. I laughed.
"You make a compelling argument."
Over the next few sleep/wake cycles, which I tried to align with Andes’, we became well-acquainted with the other’s games of intellect. He showed me checkers, and then “Chinese” checkers, which I was assured were “actually German” but had never had their name corrected after an advertising campaign. I showed him River-Crossing Bridges and Hop-Stones.
I was delighted when he showed me "Chess".
"Ha! Finally!" I shouted when I won. He’d been scurrying away from my forces for much of the eating period, and I eventually captured his queen with a pawn, after corralling her with my bishop and knight.
"Yeah, yeah, you got me," he said with a roll of his eyes, and a smile. "Little [evil spirit] [joyous marsupial]."
At another time, with another human, I may have taken offence to such a remark. Andes did not cause it, however. No matter what I asked or said, whether I won or lost, he would never call me a primitive. There was something fundamentally reassuring about that, and no number of comments about how “cute” he found me would move me to suspicion. The relief was an order of magnitude grander than if he “wouldn’t dare”. He would dare, but it did not occur to him. His comical hostility simply fed my joy.
"I have conquered the great predator! Perhaps you need more muscles here," I said, tapping my head. He laughed.
"Perhaps indeed. How's the gene sequencing going?"
Andes had a way of blurring the lines between leisure and labour. He did not seem to notice when he switched topics so starkly. I steadied myself into a more businesslike posture.
"We've identified several clusters. We're trying to figure out what to do about them. Whether they have an instinct against incest and should be kept together, or whether to segregate them by gamete, or..."
"I'd assume put them all in reproductively incompatible groups with their closest kin, and then put those groups close enough they can talk to their brothers and sisters, but separate enough you can keep an eye on something like that."
"That's the current plan. How are the implants?"
"They're honestly the easiest part. The problem is developmental. They're... Well, they're fucked up. No kid should have to go through that. Their brain scans remind me of warzones. I have hope for the younger ones, but... Well, I guess the long and short of it is that I'm pretty sure a lot of them are not leaving this place anytime soon. "
"Does it give you pause? About the Arxur?" I asked. It was no secret that Andes had continued to contact the Arxur, even as they seemed to grow more hostile to his own species.
"I mean, I think I know a [genocidal, oppressive, prejudiced] croc when I see one, pal," Andes said, leaning back. "And maybe it makes me want to puke a little more now, to see the consequences. But I kinda knew what they were going in."
I looked at him with a careful gaze. It was as though he could wall off different aspects of himself, depending on who he talked to in the moment.
"I don't understand how you can stand them," I said eventually.
"At this point, Larzo, neither do I," he had the decency to admit.
The small device pinned to my coat made it known that I had a new emergency patient to tend to. All of us with medical training were required to use it should the need arise. "I should go. Talk to you later, Andes. We'll play Upper Salwick next time. You can't possibly lose."
"I'll hold you to that!" he shouted as I hurried off back to my office. Since my arrival in my earlier shift, children had been coming into the facility in waves. Though most had been set up with temporary lodgings while we decided on permanent ones, a handful wandered about this way and that.
My patient was a prepubertal venlil girl with black wool and large white spots around the top of her head, down her neck, about her [clavicle-equivalent] and down her [sternum-equivalent]. Her tail was also white, in contrast to the rest of her. She had a scratch on her temple. I knew immediately that I had not been called because I was necessary, a nurse could easily handle a scratch. I had been called because she’d caused trouble.
“How did you get that scratch?” I asked, pulling out the healing tape and a numbing agent.
She looked at me with suspicion and said nothing. Was she one of the mute children in the files? The ones Andes was so concerned about, as the implants might do nothing for them?
“Were you in a fight?”
Nothing.
“What were you doing? Did you fall by yourself?”
Nothing again.
I know not what the nurses expected of me, but I considered that a stellar interrogation that yielded no fruit regardless. Once I had placed the numbing gel on her scratch and the healing tape on top, she seemed to understand that my work was done, hopped off her seat and ran back out the door.
It was interesting to witness. A large majority of the children were skittish and very fond of the herd. They liked to stick together as tightly as they could, to the point of us ordering weighted blankets that would arrive in a couple of days, in order to test if that could be used to interact with them individually.
Perhaps a fifth of them, though, seemed to be quite wild and individualistic. They would roam the building, hide behind shelves or under tables. Most of them were prepubertal girls. Almost every injury we had seen in the past six hours could be traced back to disobeying a nurse, hiding somewhere dangerous, fighting, or some other escapade one would not expect of the Venlil. Not that they would provide this information willingly. Only the nurses would discuss the events, and they were always so distraught about them.
Perhaps they did not wish for me to interrogate the wilder injured children. Perhaps they simply thought me more expendable, should they turn violent.
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2023.03.24 07:19 Icy-Establishment329 Upcoming survivors & hunters based on the lore
 | If I’m wrong about something or missed something important, feel free to correct me! Also I’m not including every possible survivor and hunter ever, just a few I felt worth noting and may be possible in my opinion. submitted by Icy-Establishment329 to IdentityV [link] [comments] Some important context: Netease mentioned Identity switches don’t have to be the same character. Identity switches can also be survivosurvivor and huntehunter instead of just survivohunter. Confirmed/upcoming: Alice DeRoss “The journalist”: Alice will be introduced next season with the Ashes of Memory event. Little girl is Orpheus’ memory of Alice from when they were children. Journalist is the adult form of Little girl and it’s theorized Alice went to the manor to presumably be reunited with Orpheus and end the manor games. It’ll likely be a survivosurvivor identity switch between Journalist and Little girl. Current Alice as \"Journalist\" Young Alice Entomologist and Prospector (Hunter version): Confirmed in a Q&A. We also have a slight visual of what these two would look like as hunters from the "Go Hunting" lore video on Youtube, but there’s a chance these designs could be tweaked. Entomologist and Prospector are connected to Orpheus’ and Journalist’s lore yet they haven’t been teased for part 1 of the Ashes of Memory event. Rather, the hunter versions of Entomologist and Prospector will likely come in the second half of the event as Netease mentioned adding “new characters.” Hunter Prospector Hunter Entomologist To be expected: Hell Ember (Survivor version): It would be surprising if Netease doesn’t give him a survivor switch. Leo was mentioned to have been a survivor before becoming the hunter of game 4. We have an idea of how he looked before his transformation and attempted suic*de by fire. 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Based on Jack's recent letter, Jerry may have been part of game 2 alongside (possibly) Clerk and (possibly) Wax Artist as all contestants were described as having a sense of “justice.” [No image available] The Feaster (survivor version) “Arthur Byers:” Mentioned in Hastur’s and Fiona’s letters. As a child, Arthur was found very close to Lakeside village, having “narrowly escaped.” Therefore he became very focused on Hastur and the sacrifices happening in Lakeside as he grew up. He would meet with Priestess several times to discuss spirituality & religion as he could never let go of what happened to him as a child. Arthur either became a politician or was involved in politics as he mentioned going to the manor upon the “eve of the election.” Personality wise, Arthur found humans to be easily manipulated and described himself as a “showman” when it comes to manipulation as he’s very persuasive. 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[No image available] Sam Bourbon: Demi’s adopted Brother who is skilled in mixing alcohol. Because of Sam’s cocktails, Sam was invited to the manor and “never came back.” It’s speculated that Sam helped Baron DeRoss (implied to be Orpheus) conduct his experiments in drug making hence why he was invited. As Sam “never came back” we can guess Sam eventually became a survivor or perished while assisting Baron DeRoss. It’s uncertain if he’ll be playable but if so I think he’ll be his own character rather than a survivor switch. https://preview.redd.it/60qw838tnmpa1.png?width=767&format=png&auto=webp&s=b2ec0b84982d825d782417d255dcad9f5cb8cdc8 Violinist (Survivor version): Upon hearing his former lover Andrea had gone to the manor, Antonio heads there as well to go look for her and presumably apologize for hurting her. Antonio claims he was under the devil’s control when it happened but there was also a chance he was under the influence of alcohol. 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2023.03.24 06:50 online_int1208 Bats live with dozens of nasty viruses — can studying them help stop pandemics?
 | submitted by online_int1208 to u/online_int1208 [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/74wg268klmpa1.jpg?width=1248&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=981134bda8766f7c80ccca539bed2a169db4f275 Randy Foo fills a pipette with orange juice from a bottle clearly labelled ‘For Bats ONLY’. He and his colleague Rommel Yroy are seated at a biological safety cabinet, wrapped in blue gowns and wearing face shields, gloves, scrub pants and shoe covers. Peeping out of Yroy’s clasped hands are two round, glossy black eyes, two slight, pointy ears and the furry snout of a young, male cave nectar bat (Eonycteris spelaea). It is wriggling and squealing, occasionally protruding its long, pink tongue to lick driblets of the sweet drink. This is a little treat for enduring a transfer in a blue cotton bag from its cage to the laboratory, followed by a quick weigh-in and inspection for injuries along its stretched-out wings and dense, fur coat. “The younger guys are generally a little bit more feisty,” says Foo. The bat in Yroy’s hand is one of some 140 cave nectar bats housed in a research breeding colony in Singapore — the first in Asia. Foo, who manages the colony and is affiliated with Duke–National University of Singapore (Duke–NUS) Medical School, and Yroy, a veterinary technician at Sing Health Experimental Medicine Centre, have nurtured the bats for years. The original 19 members of the colony were caught using butterfly nets under highways around Singapore in 2015 and 2016; the first pups arrived a couple of years later. The colony was set up by Lin-fa Wang, a virologist at Duke–NUS Medical School to create a controlled setting for studying bat biology, including the inner workings of their immune system. For Wang, who has spent decades studying bats and infectious diseases, the colony has been a research boon, allowing him to ask questions about, for example, the cells that make up bat immune systems and how they respond to an infection. Now that the bats are breeding productively, the team’s research can be replicated more easily. They have shared bat tissue with about a dozen teams around the world. “Bats have become a hot topic,” says Wang. Close-up of a researcher holding a cave nectar bat pup with gloved hands Researchers at a bat colony in Singapore perform a health check on a young cave nectar Randy Foo, Duke-NUS Medical School Wang’s research niche has become more crowded since the emergence of SARS-CoV-2. Attendance at talks and conferences about bats is rising — at one symposium hosted last year in the United States, there were 30% more participants compared with the same event organized before the pandemic — and funders are ploughing money into studies of bats and infectious diseases: in 2021, for instance, both China and the United States announced specific funding pots for research into bats and viruses. Of particular interest is the bat immune system, especially its ability to tolerate viruses that are deadly to people and other mammals — from Ebola to Nipah and severe acute respiratory syndrome (SARS). Although bat immunity is poorly understood, its consequences are clear: bats are thought to be the source of various catastrophic viral outbreaks in humans. The field is now at an inflection point, fuelled partly by the pandemic. Researchers who have spent decades studying infections in bats, together with enthusiastic newcomers, are developing and applying new tools to the question of how bats can live with such dangerous pathogens. Some hope that those insights could one day lead to treatments for tackling infections in people and ways to prevent viruses spilling over from bats. “There are going to be some huge steps forward in the next two or three years in terms of bat virology and bat immunology,” says Tony Schountz, an immunologist at Colorado State University in Fort Collins. Mangoes and melons The bats in Wang’s colony are a precious resource, and the researchers treat them accordingly. Over the years, they have tweaked the bats’ diet and environment to keep the animals healthy. The bats enjoy fresh chopped melon, papaya and mango, powdered milk and a sweet-smelling, nectar-like liquid. A burlap sack hangs from the top of each cage to give the bats — who live in groups of about 25 — some privacy and darkness. Foo plans to introduce further enrichments when the colony moves to a facility with larger cages later this year. “The colony has given us everything we wanted,” says Wang. His office is adorned with souvenirs collected over the years — a ‘batman’ keychain, a bat-printed mug, resin-encased bat specimens, framed drawings of bats. The researchers have studied the bats’ genomes and the diversity of viruses the animals host. They have also used bats’ cells to develop airway organoids — mini organs grown from stem cells. Their current experiments are focused on the bats’ response to infection, their ageing process and their very active metabolism during flight. The colony is a valuable research resource. |
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