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Great Time With Series 1. Gotham - From season 1 up to season 3 (All Episodes) 2. Monk - From Season 1 up to season 5 (Up to 10 Episode) 3. Campus Nightmare - All Episodes 4. The Killer Speaks - All Episodes 5. Mind Field - All Episodes 6. The X Files - From Season 1 (All Episodes - next Season 2)
Books Special Thanks to: 1. Patient H.M.: A Story of Memory, Madness, and Family Secrets by Luke Dittrich (Available as Audiobook/Ebook/Book) - Go and Check out 7/25/2017 I just finished listening to the audiobook. 2. The Circle by Dave Eggers (Available as Audiobook/Ebook/Book) - Already it has been adapted into a movie 3. Headhunters by Jo Nesbø (Available as Audiobook/Ebook/Book) - Already it has been adapted into a movie 4. What Just Happened?: Bitter Hollywood Tales from the Front Line by Art Linson (Available as Audiobook/Ebook/Book) - Already it has been adapted into a movie
Lectures Now I am listening to the lectures 1) Churchill by J. Rufus Fears (Note: We think that we know something about Churchil, but what we know is nothing to compared what in this lecture has been exposed.) 2) Death by Shelly Kagan (Note: Robots follow rules... so do we... TIME TO ARGUE)
Current Reading 1) Fear by Jeff Abbott 2) Within the Shadows by Brandon Massey 3) Broken on the Wheel of Sex by Jack Ketchum 4) Why?: What Makes Us Curious by Mario Livio 5) How to Talk to Anyone, Anytime, Anywhere: The Secrets of Good Communication by Larry King
Chapter 1 Stories by DeYtH Banger
Nightmare by DeYtH Banger 7/25/2017 Always there…, Always there… you always look me in my eyes. I just don't understand this whole image, how in fucking hell you look me into my eyes and you don't notice me, how is possible?
Multiple-altitudes this is what can be detected from this whole scenario, people are seeing me as a joke, but the night soon is going to be over…. Words won't help you go through this agonizing day!
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I started few times a discussion with you … mainly like asking you questions and about how to deal with specific topics your look was empty... that's all what I saw and I waited…
It seems crazy that you say "That you are interested into such people, which are having problems like mine."
But to not acknowledge me as a person is very, very insulting and saying other words. Action doesn't go hands in hands with words in your case.
***** You are not the only one!
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It sucks when all people which say that they "Care About You" some of them gone‌ with ignoring you on daily routines and there are and people which slowly slipping from the conversation, which is the worst? Is the question which is playing in my head Over And Over And Over You can't allow yourself to miss that not only non-famous people do it, but and famous what's the original thing about this whole action?
(- An input of a very vicious mind!)
- Come on tell me, You are a bigger deal than me? Aren't we all the same or the school system is all perceiving wrong about this whole concept?
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Profile
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Red eyes… like a volcano fulfilled with agony and anger. I am a very aggressive person and violent. If you think that "We will be the best couple!", NOPEEE, u'r fucking wrong. My only wishes are to wash in somebody's blood… BUT TO BE HONEST I DON'T WANT MALE BODY… COCKS AREN'T MY THING, FEMALE IS MY THING. I WANT TO MAKE SLOW MARKS … SLOW BY SLOW. - It's going to be horrendous!
I want your days to agonizing GOING DEEPER AND DEEPER BY USING… Something from the old school, something which by the time has been forgotten..., it's a CORN KNIFE. THE KNIFE TO BE LARGE AND BIG AS MY DICK… MY DICK HAS NO PART HERE TO DO WITH WHAT NEXT IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO YOU. You are here because of your choices…you weren't glad about the way you live your life. That's why I want to cut you slowly, it's a slow burn… IN THE FIRST HOURS YOU ARE GOING TO PLAY AS BIG DEAL, BUT 3-4 Hour your action will be summed into something, nothing more than Praying to me… to kill you. I love this part, I start feeling, like I am God, controlling each death by my own hands. But that's the excruciating moment, how in fucking hell am I going to buy a glass and orange juicy and to don't use the glass and orange juice.. both of them in the same time??? In your language means I want to watch you suffer, bound to forever and ever, I want you to remember my face as the last, face which you ever will see, I want you to remember what I have done to you. You as always sure that nothing could go worser than in what you are now in… BUT IT CAN, BUT IT CAN AND NOW BY PARTICIPATING INTO MY DEEPEST DESIRES I AM PROVING THAT YOU ARE DAMN WRONG….!
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WRONG SIDED COCKSUCKER! …. I am sure that one moment you are going to be into a desire of spitting, I understand your position, that's why we are in so large and big bathroom, and I am in a bathtub. My desire is your head to be down and your body to be hanging by your legs, not in a way for dieing but in a way to making it much easier for me to make cuts on your naked body. When is about nudity and I am also naked already I have immersed in blood. Don't spit on my face, U Dummer Don't spit on my hair, U Dummer Don't spit on my toes, U Dummer Don't spit on my legs, U Dummer Don't spit on my hands, U Dummer … Spit on my cock… As more I got saliva on my dick as much better for me gets. I love my dick to be soaped into Female spits.
I don't need to get tired... just inserting the corn knife inside your pussy and touching your walls with this blade is going to be enough for me... you are going to feel something... GOOD FOR YOU, it's as big and as large as my dick... PROBABLY YOU ARE GOING TO MISTAKE IT AND TAKE IT AS MY DICK. But you are damn wrong... do what you are going to do... I am going to do what I should do... I can't put all the suffering... it's too much handled! World is moving if you are alive... still moving and still have energy... goodies... my dick is going to join your moth...
try to bite it…
Come on try!
…. and I promise I am going to beat you up… Right
…. Left
…. Punch
… Kick
…. Come on Come on
swallow this cum… let it inside your stomach…
…. If it hurts gagging you with my dick… I am going to make a hole in your stomach area and I am going to force your friend to digest you… I will be asure to be typical slim, Male gender… … If he does something wrong… LOSING ONE NUT, WON'T BE A BIG DAMAGE, RIGHT BITCH? Mistakes are what drives us to improve we as species.... by cutting
one of his balls, he is going to get much better my point.
….. THEN If Makes a Second Mistake… he loses ANOTHER…. God gave you Two Hands… Two Legs… Two Nuts... A Lot Of Fingers…. Toes…. Two Ears… Two Eyes, mainly because God is very well familiar with our way of making business in rough moments… like thosee…! LETS SEE WILL HE CONTINUE DOING MISTAKES AND CONVINCING HIMSELF ACTION = Words... YOU ARE DAMN WRONG, REMEMBER, REMEMBER THAT TO EACH ACTION THERE ARE PROPER CONSEQUENCES. Dear, cocky bitches and nuts screambots…. YOUR PARENTS DIDN'T TEACH YOU ANYTHING!….
YOUR adolescent Is a FAILURE!
DREAMS AS Proffession by DeYtH Banger 7/25/2017 Greetings, it's Proffesor Douglas here and I want to discuss with you the case of "The ChainSaw Killer". I will be short in this report! He is whom walks behind shadows, He is whom doesn'T have name or face, He is whom is faceless, pale. Don't Listen Don't Do It No Revenge No Anger No Agression
- That's what as all I will say! He is whom manipulates humans DREAMS, (Note: I think that he knows that I am Here, it's very very bad for me and also bad for you.) He is your worst nightmare
He is cursed with No Face And Marks on his body
…. Strangly enough fat… enough… If you punch him… he will laugh. He will dismember you! Keep Repeating! Don't Listen Don't Do It No Revenge No Anger No Agression … Don't Listen Don't Do It No Revenge No Anger No Agression You have freedom as far as I am concern you have misconception of whole word "Choice Freedom", but as I will put it it's your long time period infamy not mine.
…. Gifted with A ChainSaw No Tears have ever come from his eyes If you try to look him right in the eyes nothing more than torture bound into 1-2 hour of hell. He is cryptic and cybernetic creature, He is fulfilled with great potential ….. He manipulates childs while they sleep He manipulates parents and grown ups like "To Start Sex" - In the holly grail of fragility that's a sin. "To Kill" - What more fucked up thing than to know that your mind is half "The ChainSaw Killer" and half yours. You hear me right, I have been examining bodies and I know him very well, playing with people's mind sick jokes. Creating fear in them by injecting them with dreams which fulfilled with each victim fear. He is Not A Serial Killer He is a magician, I last saw him in the report of Gordon. Who was reporting that he has had a dream with in which there was participating very very aggressive lady with a gun in her bag and even there feel inside her there was "Fear"… She saw Gordon as a potential threat, that's why she pulled out the gun.
Chapter 2 Reviews by DeYtH Banger
Review: The Lost City of Z: A Tale of Deadly Obsession in the Amazon The Lost City of Z: A Tale of Deadly Obsession in the Amazon by David Grann My rating: 3 of 5 stars "July 27, 2017 – Finished Reading July 27, 2017 – 65.0% "Most likely this kiddo is non-brainer and doesn't see the consequences of his own actions... so cool... let's cut your leg... ... How did I not see this commin?" July 27, 2017 – 65.0% "Why the mother isn't stopping her son from joining the jungle... come on... come on... his nature is dead? ... Who in fucking hell likes to suffer... did god make another mistake by creating non-brainer?" July 27, 2017 – 55.0% "Who the fuck will be interested into war??? ... Come on... kiddo... you gonna go there and there is 50-50% chance will you come back or not, is it in the name taht your name is going to be put into the books? ... Mhm, it Depends!" July 1, 2017 –
55.0% "1:33:54" June 29, 2017 – 50.0% "1:20:41" June 29, 2017 – 40.0% "It shows different Generations... a generation which has been living in amazon and a generation which been living in the city. To explore such a journey is phenomenal...." June 29, 2017 – 40.0% "... But this above is my opinion, the story follows another line a line in which people are going into adveture and how everything turns out... just from one adventure." June 29, 2017 – 40.0% "No need for more data, No need to read what they read Watch what they watch ...." June 29, 2017 – 30.0% "It's time to stop to search for more and to start dealing with what we have... ... We have as much time as we want... but we can't put pauses and to but doubles and troubles inside it." June 29, 2017 – 30.0% "59:44" June 29, 2017 – 30.0% "37:20" June 27, 2017 – page 10 2.85% "28:48" June 27, 2017 – page 5 1.42% "28:03" June 27, 2017 – Started Reading" - Oh my bad it's not into sending the kiddo into the war but into
the jungle... the real jungle... The Amazon... - WTF... WTF - WHo in fucking hell want to explore the jungle??? ... Come on, come on not all tribes are as friendly as we think they are. It took me a lot of time to come here and say once and for all that I finished this work. I am not here to like me... I am here to express my opinion if you don't like me... - FUCK YOU, I am not here to say obvious things for horrible works, the work is horrible - it's a fact. The work is brilliant - it's a fact... you should sleep with that opinion, I don't give a fuck how, when and where. In the end after so much looking deeper into the war... jungle and strange mysterious phenomena happening Percy Fawcett dicides to invite his son Jack into the jungle, strangely enough the mother decides to let her son go... and trust her husband that he is going to guide him. ... What's the shocking thing is that in the end... there is a very long speech between the characters as 1) as 2) we find out that it's a part of a true story.
Review: Patient H.M.: A Story of Memory, Madness, and Family Secrets Patient H.M.: A Story of Memory, Madness, and Family Secrets by Luke Dittrich My rating: 5 of 5 stars "July 25, 2017 – 90.0% "14:25:45" July 25, 2017 – 90.0% "This book is mainly going around lesions, it's a debating medicine in the frame of 14 hours and 35 minutes." July 25, 2017 – 70.0% "Some of the great people just die but the way the story told ... it reflects on the science than on the deads of beloved people." July 25, 2017 – 70.0% "13:34:04" July 24, 2017 – 70.0% "Chapter 30 12:41:43" July 24, 2017 – 70.0% "12:18:35" July 24, 2017 – 70.0% "1:39:29" July 24, 2017 – 70.0% "11:36:10" July 23, 2017 – 70.0% "11:24:06" July 23, 2017 – 70.0% "Chapter 26" July 23, 2017 – 70.0% "Studying the mind of Amnesic Patient HM, Henry M.
Everything which is on the surface and beyond!" July 23, 2017 – 70.0% "11:00:30 - Few More hours have left to go" July 23, 2017 – 50.0% "10:32:43" July 22, 2017 – 50.0% "10:10:46" July 21, 2017 – 50.0% "09:049:25" June 6, 2017 – 50.0% "09:03:59" June 6, 2017 – 50.0% "The book is telling a story which has never been told... hidden behind SD." June 6, 2017 – 50.0% "8:57:15" May 25, 2017 – 30.0% "8:27:11 ... 6 More hours and something left to go, the story starts it's glory... it's shines... and gives light to different aspects...." May 25, 2017 – 20.0% "08:09:00" May 25, 2017 – 20.0% "7:37:32" April 9, 2017 – 20.0% "7:34:44" April 9, 2017 – 20.0% "6:36:02" April 8, 2017 – 20.0% "6:25:20 Chapter 17"
April 8, 2017 – 20.0% "5:35:27 - Place .... The whole book is about Medicine and how is growing and improving." February 27, 2017 – 13.0% "05:13:04 ... Chapter 15" February 12, 2017 – 10.0% "5:01:24" February 12, 2017 – 10.0% "4:49:30" February 12, 2017 – 9.0% "Chapter 15 .... If you start it... you can't leave like this, right? ... What sucks... you leave it... but this here is brilliant." February 12, 2017 – 9.0% "4:14:00 Science by itself is madness... and it's more important than human life. ... Nazist...." February 5, 2017 – page 9 "There is no doubt, it's a difficult work... full of experiments and how science grows.
.... It's a material which is difficult to be swallowed!" February 5, 2017 – page 9 "When people are honest that's what happens... you can see it inside in the book. 04:01:00" February 5, 2017 – page 9 "03:57:00" February 5, 2017 – page 9 "Chapter 9" February 5, 2017 – page 8 "3:03:54" February 5, 2017 – page 8 "2:22:40 I could put now this work as a mark of a deeper look of the medicine, studying people.... mentally ill. Analysising..." January 3, 2017 – page 8 "2:01:06" January 3, 2017 – page 8 "1:56:18" January 3, 2017 – page 8 "1:38:20" January 1, 2017 – page 7 "Chapter Four...nn1:15:01" January 1, 2017 – page 7 "1:3:10nn- Just amazing story... brilliant, well written and well narrated." January 1, 2017 – page 5 "So slow and there are so many details...nn- Just incredible story!" January 1, 2017 – Started Reading" - In the Name of our beloved science!
Review: Catch Me Catch Me (Detective D.D. Warren #6) by Lisa Gardner (Note: So far from my POINT OF VIEW... the author is ugly.) My rating: 2 of 5 stars "July 23, 2017 – page 180 45.0% "I just can't continue... I find this work as very exhausting... I am on the Chapter 21 and They just talk... about the killings no more killings... Just discussing! - Come On this sucks!" July 23, 2017 – page 180 45.0% ""The change in topic confused me. “What? Sometimes. Why?” “Just thinking, in your line of work, you must like to keep your finger on the pulse of the city. And the things you must hear, the things you must know, being police dispatch and all." It's soooooo boring!" July 23, 2017 – page 176 44.0% ""Not good things, not bad things. Not twenty years ago, not twenty days ago. If memory was a muscle, then mine had been purposefully atrophied through consistent lack of use." - Very Confusing Joke!" July 22, 2017 – page 176 44.0% "Character "Regret" can be detected!" July 21, 2017 – page 169 42.25% "The title and the cover grabs your attention, but still the content has it's moments when it's going in a very typical way and even boring. I am not a crime writer, but I am sure that such material like this story could be made to be enjoying and to don't kill your interest."
July 21, 2017 – page 169 42.25% "Once we talked about arguments and again it'S comming, but now it's here in the story "Catch Me"." July 21, 2017 – page 158 39.5% "Chapter 19 - Searching Answers!" July 5, 2017 – page 156 39.0% July 1, 2017 – page 126 31.5% July 1, 2017 – page 96 24.0% "Chapter 10 out of 45 Chapters" July 1, 2017 – page 68 17.0% "Everything depends from you... DO YOU HAVE THE GUTS TO READ THIS BOOK OR NOT?" July 1, 2017 – page 68 17.0% "When you read this book the feeling is like you are on the run... words move... action is very fast... consequences as always hands in hands..." June 30, 2017 – page 68 17.0% June 30, 2017 – page 63 15.75% June 30, 2017 – page 57 14.25% May 30, 2017 – page 7 1.75% "Thanks, God that you have created words." May 30, 2017 – Started Reading"
Review: Before Tomorrowland: The Secret History of the World of Tomorrowland Before Tomorrowland: The Secret History of the World of Tomorrowland by Jeff Jensen My rating: 4 of 5 stars "July 21, 2017 – 9.0% "A Work based upon a argument... ..." July 21, 2017 – Started Reading" - If you are fan of Science Fiction this book is for you, I am strongly suggesting it to you go and check it out.
Review: What Just Happened?: Bitter Hollywood Tales from the Front Line What Just Happened?: Bitter Hollywood Tales from the Front Line by Art Linson My rating: 3 of 5 stars Not fucking interested in continue reading or watching this selfcentered shit. Come on, I am trying to go throw anxiety and depression and this here is very depressing... EMPTINESS... lonely image.
Review: Death Message Death Message by Mark Billingham My rating: 2 of 5 stars "July 1, 2017 – 90.0% "Part 11 ... 21:41" July 1, 2017 – 80.0% "Good Cover, BAD STORY!" July 1, 2017 – 80.0% "How fucked up is that? ... One victim or few victims... I just don't see any other action... debating and debating the crime scenes and that's what the whole story is all about!" July 1, 2017 – 80.0% "Which means that he isn't a story teller, he has been doing something in which he is not good. ..." July 1, 2017 – 80.0% "When Mark Billingham his cards finish... he starts adding details and start anayzing what he is talking about... more likely debating... but still not a story teller, that's the fucking truth." July 1, 2017 – 80.0% "36:07"
July 1, 2017 – 70.0% "18:31" July 1, 2017 – 70.0% "Part 10 Out of 11 Parts" July 1, 2017 – 50.0% "47:45" July 1, 2017 – 50.0% "CD 9" July 1, 2017 – 50.0% "16:31" June 6, 2017 – 35.0% "Part 7 ... 28:00" June 5, 2017 – 35.0% "Disk 6 Out of Disk 11" June 4, 2017 – 25.0% June 4, 2017 – 5.0% "Part 4 .. 31-19" June 4, 2017 – 5.0% "Part 2 ... 34:48 (Note: No Comment)" May 26, 2017 – 5.0% "17:33 - Boring!" February 16, 2017 – 5.0% "2 - Part Now" February 16, 2017 –
5.0% "I could put as the first part more likely the old boring days, to be honest I really didn't got impressed. BUt I am going to continue!" February 16, 2017 – 3.0% "The problem is not the work... but the narrator... I am going to die from boredoom... !" February 16, 2017 – 3.0% "48:29" February 16, 2017 – 3.0% "The Narrator is very important if he doesn't narrate the work well the listener will get the experience which wasn't prepared from the author." February 16, 2017 – 1.0% "Probably the truth is that we can't expect a lot of somewhere in the beginning of the career of a author... or if I could say that!? ... ... But still I am kind of disappointed from Mark, I expected more." February 16, 2017 – 1.0% "1 out of 11 ..." February 16, 2017 – Started Reading" - I will say that "I am not interested", but I am going to give to Mark second chance he again fails... it's his problem... not mein... I just gonna stop reading his work that's all!
Chapter 3 More Stories by DeYtH Banger
Motivation 21/07/2017 by DeYtH Banger Wanna Motivation? ... Here is some!
This ass is going to motivation like 2 + 2 **** Why in fucking hell do you want a motivation? What's wrong in you? Can't you motivate yourself somehow by yourself? Are you so DAMN dumb? ... You should be the most fucked up person, who has ever come across this planet. That's what Economy will say!
You can hate this image above, but it's very motivating for the people which are animals lovers, so my question is aren't you into animals? Aren't you Animal lover? If all is about me I am animal lover I like asses so this above is one damn brilliant ass, which starts to create one simple question just by looking the image why there are ugly girls but with a lovely body? Come on, that's the fucking truth! It fucks me up when I see such girl I have mixed feelings like "Okay let's go to fuck her" ... "Oh no...homie what a ugly face." **** It still bothers me why people are interested in fucking the ass? Why so? ... Come on, come on what does motivates one man to stuck his dick inside the asshole? To be more specific the place where shit comes out, what does
motivates you? ... So As They say it, PUT YOUR DICK IN THE SHIT PUT THE SHIT IN THE SHIT SO DICK SOMETIMES IS NAMED LIKE "SHIT".
Addiction - FLW 18/07/2017 by DeYtH Banger Tell me… your story …. …. My story is that I have addiction to medicine… ***** THEY said "Oh… wait… fucking self centered idiot… it's our turn… not yours…." ….. ***** I am REAL CREEP, RIGHT? **** ….
They said "You can run, but you can't hide." . ….. Fucking people… you are ruining the brilliance of this here work, stop with your disgusting awful comments… They Said "Who ise the fucker? Sick Bastard!" … I get it… YOU DON'T LIKE MY MANNER They Said "Bitch… bitch… self-centered whore without any moral left inside you…. HOWWWAAA ISAAA YOUR DAY?" ***** YOU WANNA APPROVAL? …. HERE IS APPROVAL.. EACH OF YOUR COMENTS IS GOING TO SLICED… TWICED AND WE JUST ROLL THE DICE OF HONOR. ….
But you can't try any type of judge without… any look at my material. The said "**(**?****" - Wowooooo.. . Stop with this behavior full of shit… Ain't cool people. … Let me tell you my story… The medicine is all about Sex Diseases…. HIV, AIDS AND ALL OTHER FUCKS WHICH FUCK YOU UP IN THE END WHEN YOU HAVE ANY CLOSURE WITH SOMEONE.
Both Legs 17/07/2017 by DeYtH Banger Thought = 1: Tell your story now, it's fresh… better now than later. Later is a time period of "NEVER". You have started It, so please continue…. Thought = 2: "To Be Continue" = One Big lie …. Humans are disease, spreading in the global nation. Manipulating races, classes and animals. Creatures which are capable of selfdestruction. They don't admire or have any kinds of admiration... they are fulfilled with hatred, they don't understand anything. They want "Nice Guys", in the end it's not enough being nice, In the end being bad and rude just triggers anger… agression. But they want bad ass… BAD BOYS FOR HUSBANDS AND BOYFRIENDS… BUT THIS RELATIONSHIP IS SHORT-TERM ONE. - DO U GET IT?
The Self-Destruction, isn't to far as a distance… probably after 12 years or after 20-30 years… Humans will destroy each other. Starting from one by one each building block or why to do something which needs so much work and even can't be masked? Let's look it from a POLITICAL POINT OF VIEW - "TOO MUCH SHIT CAN'T STAY INSIDE THE GLASS FOREVER." ******************** P.S. - Worship your God, suck his brilliant feet and toes one by one… slightly and gently moving your tongue. ****************** I prefer a virus to strike each generation and nation! …. Some people are DAMN right that the last war will be wooden sticks and Rocks. Sounds like the whole beginning.… The place where everything started - 0 Ground. World War 1: Nothing more than a war with weapons. World War 2: Stuff got upgraded,Under stuff… - I mean weapons, nuclear weapons… many other instruments were created, for in Easy way to wipe out whole nations, countries. World War 3: (Note: I have very active imagination and I am going to let it play here). It's a good strategy to use hookers, whores and
prostitutes. For DEALS, but after all this girls/women to be well choosen and to be attractive. To be injected with viruses, but the viruses to don't effect the host in anyway or manner. In other words said that if you fuck a whore.. . - A specific one or let's name this project, "HWP-KG 123-45_122" (P.S.: In Short Term "HWP-KG"… SEDUCTION!). So if you have any type of interaction with "HWP-KG" girls/women. You are going to get Auto a virus. Like "Aids", "HIV" and many other sexual diseases, feel free to Google them. …. The Way: Sucking Pussy: - You did that with one of the members of "HWP-KG"?… You are already with a virus in your body. She Sucks Your Dick: (Note: I am going to use "The Same" word which means that the same goes and for here and … I am talking about the virus thing!) You Kiss Her: - "The Same" You have Sex With Her: - "The Same" There is blood - Sound like you have hurt yourself very bad… but still
- "The Same" … Which will go into conclusion that each interaction with a member from "HWP-KG" like touch, kiss, hug and all other acts which involve into making closure - Will Auto… Make you a victim of this unique virus! Second Strategy: Is to create the Super-Soldiers in other words, well trained in killing people… Soldiers which Don'T think, they just press the trigger… the Execute perfect each command.. They are prepared for all types of enviroment. (Note: Very Familiar with this Concept!) Third Strategy: Suprise attacks or As I call them… "CheckMate" attacks.
Thoughts 1 This is the most deadly weapon which you can ever have, it's something which is inside your brain. It strikes at any time, it doesn't matter do you force it, to do specific stuff or not.
But the question is can you really force such a powerful thing? ... Life is a sickness, slowly spreading, fulfilled with the most darkest wishes and desires, each day there is few serial killers, one/ two killer/s and a lot of victims. ... Pornography is very well playing it's role, brainwashing all people's minds and creating inside them cradles. Pleasures which once were forbidden, WERE forgotten, WERE against moral.
Everything feels not so right, it feels wrong but we just do it. The best question which you can ask yourself do is,who are we? The Executors or A COPY?... A Copy, which is doing what all are doing. A Executor, a person who does what people say, moral never comes here, there isn't place for such feelings.
Dreams 07/07/2017 by DeYtH Banger My name is Daniel Fardigam and I am FBI Agent …. ….. So you did made your own research and you didn't find me?… Normal, I lied about my name just for safety meassures. … But your curiousity is very Normal, probably some of you won't reach the text up to here. Mainly because I lies! … But Now I am going to be honest! … If I see a cop and he wants something from me… I will want from him, Legitimate! … Probably your actions are the same as Mine! ….. Let's start with the whole nightmare! …
I have written a report for this case, but mysterious it gone in thin air. Sounds like a dumb joke, but I really lost it. (Note: Probably you now think that I am playing games with you, but I am not.) …. Vicious and Suspicious… Super-Natural stuff started happening in USA. Don'T spell his, Name Don't say It, Don't Listen… … WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER, He IS THE DEVIL. If you wake up… in the morning and you don't have any external or internal wounds, consider yourself as a lucky person. Don'T spell his,
Name Don't say It, Don't Listen… … WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER, He IS THE DEVIL It's Normal, to question his existence and to have plenty of questions, which all are about him. If I start writing your questions down… each one of them! I'm reality it's going to take me few days and still it's not going to boost this story. It's just going to make it - BORING! Don'T spell his, Name Don't say It, Don't Listen… … WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER, He IS THE DEVIL
He is nothing more, nothing less than what Nighmares are made of! Don'T spell his, Name Don't say It, Don't Listen… … WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER, He IS THE DEVIL When you turn off the lamp/s in your room, that's the moment when he is aggressively attacking. Put it as a comfort zone for this Super-Natural Killer. Don'T spell his, Name Don't say It, Don't Listen… … WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER,
He IS THE DEVIL His methods are not irrevocable. Don'T spell his, Name Don't say It, Don't Listen… … WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER, He IS THE DEVIL (Note: I hate repeation, so let's name this guy "ChainSaw Dream Killer") The ChainSaw Dream Killer, his killings are with penetration and precisely made. Don'T spell his, Name
Don't say It, Don't Listen… … WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER, He IS THE DEVIL
When you put your lights On, you don't see anybody… you just see an empty room… which means only you are in this room. But still there are some of your stuff. Which truly makes your room not empty at all! Don'T spell his, Name Don't say It, Don't Listen… … WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER, He IS THE DEVIL
He likes to adjust the crime scene/s. The way he likes to.
Don'T spell his, Name Don't say It, Don't Listen… … WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER, He IS THE DEVIL If you have any kind of Nightmares, it's from him a sign that he is comming for you. Most cases if he comes for you people say (P.S. : The Survivors = The People.) that if he wants you… in most cases he could "seduce you" with erotic dreams and while you are seduced... After time passes.. probably an hour… two hours…. HE STRIKES! Don'T spell his, Name Don't say It, Don't Listen… WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER, He IS THE DEVIL
Chapter 4 Science
What makes red algae so different and why should we care? July 17, 2017
Porphyra clinging to rocks in Germany's Heligoland. It thrives in the harsh habitat of the intertidal zone, where it is exposed to fluctuating temperatures, high UV radiation, severe salt stress, and desiccation. Credit: Gabriele Kothe-Heinrich The red algae called Porphyra and its ancestors have thrived for millions of years in the harsh habitat of the intertidal zone—exposed to fluctuating temperatures, high UV radiation, severe salt stress, and desiccation. Red algae comprise some of the oldest non-bacterial photosynthetic organisms on Earth, and one of the most-ancient of all multicellular lineages. They are also fundamentally integrated into human culture and economics around the globe. Some red algae
play a major role in building coral reefs while others serve as "seaweed" foods that are integral to various societies. Porphyra is included in salads (as are related genera of algae), is called "nori" in Japan, where it is used to wrap sushi, and "laver" in Wales, where it is a traditional and nutritious food ingredient. Despite Porphyra's ecological, evolutionary, and commercial importance, there is still relatively little known about its molecular genetics and physiology. That's why a team of plant scientists, including Carnegie's Arthur Grossman, sequenced and analyzed the complete genome of the red algae Porphyra umbilicalis. The genetic makeup of this extraordinarily hardy organism has provided researchers with a better understanding of red algal evolution and the ways in which these organisms cope with their brutal intertidal habitat. Their findings are published by Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.
Porphyra is a food source in many cultures. It is called "nori" in Japan, where it is used to wrap sushi, and "laver" in Wales, where it is a traditional food ingredient. Credit: Carnegie Institution for Science The team's analysis showed that Porphyra and other red algae have minimal structural elements that make up their cellular cytoskeletons as compared to other types of multicellular organisms. This may explain why the multicellular red algae tend to be "small" in stature.
Likewise, the team found genes for cellular processes that help Porphyra and its ancestors survive under extreme duress— including "sunscreen"-like compounds for protection from UV radiation and other compounds that allow them to withstand desiccating conditions, in addition to various proteins that ameliorate the potentially toxic consequences of absorbing strong sunlight. Furthermore, the extremely resilient, flexible walls of Porphyra cells allow them to dramatically change their volume as they lose water when they are baking in the sun and drying in the winds, and to withstand the forces of beating waves. "The information we gleaned from the Porphyra genome shows us just how different red algae are," Grossman explained. "But it is also interesting to note that organisms evolutionarily related to the red algae have had profound impacts on human health and marine ecosystems." For example, one group of organisms that evolved from the red algae, the apicomplexans, is non-photosynthetic and includes the plasmodium parasites that cause malaria. Another algal group that evolved from the red algae, the dinoflagellates, is responsible for toxic red tides, but is also the provider of nutrients that sustain corals, which serve as the foundation of reefs (which are homes for numerous animals). As Grossman states, "As we learn more about the different algal groups and their evolutionary histories, we are learning more about the biotic pillars that continue to be a major foundation for sustaining and shaping life on our planet." Source: Phys.org
These hormones may make breast cancer act like stem cells by Jeff Sossamon-U. Missouri New research links natural and synthetic progestins and the production of specialized cancer cells that act like stem cells in the body. “These cells greatly increase the likelihood of resistance to therapies and the risk for metastasis.” The findings could help scientists target these rare cells that proliferate in breast cancers and metastasize elsewhere, and may help clinicians identify immunotherapies to combat the spread of the disease. Hormone replacement therapies—medications containing female hormones that substitute those no longer produced by the body—are often prescribed to reduce the effects of menopausal symptoms in women. Previous research has indicated that women who take hormone replacement therapies have a higher incidence of breast cancer. “In previous studies, we have shown that both natural and synthetic progestins accelerate the development of breast cancer and increase their metastasis to lymph nodes,” says Salman Hyder, a professor of biomedical sciences in the College of Veterinary Medicine and the Dalton Cardiovascular Research Center at the University of Missouri. “Our laboratory is committed to identifying the cell mechanisms that bring about increased breast cancer risks. Recently, our research focused on special cells—which are called ‘cancer stem cell-like cells’—that induce aggressive tumor growth, metastasis, and cancer recurrence.” In a series of tests, the team used hormone-responsive human breast cancer cells to examine the effects of progestin on the cell markers typically found in breast cancers. Both natural and synthetic
progestins significantly increased protein expression of CD44, a molecule involved in cell proliferation, cell communication, and migration. Additionally, the presence of progestins caused these components to behave like cancer stem cell-like cells. These rare cells are a small population of cells that—acting like normal stem cells—are self-renewing, create identical copies of themselves, and proliferate exponentially. Further testing showed that the rare subset of cancer cells actually was enriched by progestin. “The findings show that exposure to natural and synthetic progestins leads to the development of these cancer stem-cell like cells,” Hyder says. “These cells greatly increase the likelihood of resistance to therapies and the risk for metastasis. Our findings also suggest that clinicians may be able to combat the progestin-dependent tumor growth through immunotherapy.”
Did we evolve insomnia as a way to survive? by Robin Smith-Duke
A sound night’s sleep grows more elusive as people get older, but what some call insomnia may actually be an age-old survival mechanism. For people who live in groups, differences in sleep patterns commonly associated with age help ensure that at least one person is awake at all times, a study of modern hunter-gatherers in Tanzania shows. The findings suggest that mismatched sleep schedules and restless nights may be an evolutionary leftover from a time many, many years ago, when a lion lurking in the shadows might try to eat you at 2 am. “The idea that there’s a benefit to living with grandparents has been around for a while, but this study extends that idea to vigilance during nighttime sleep,” says coauthor David Samson, who was a postdoctoral fellow at Duke University at the time of the study.
Hadza women walking in northern Tanzania. (Credit: Alyssa Crittenden, U. Nevada, Las Vegas) The Hadza people of northern Tanzania live by hunting and gathering their food, following the rhythms of day and night just as humans did for hundreds of thousands of years before people started growing crops and herding livestock. They live and sleep in groups of 20 to 30 people. During the day, men and women go their separate ways to forage for tubers, berries, honey, and meat in the savanna woodlands near Tanzania’s Lake Eyasi and surrounding areas. Then each night they reunite in the same place, where young and old alike sleep outside next to their hearth, or together in huts made of woven grass and branches. “They are as modern as you and me. But they do tell an important part of the human evolutionary story because they live a lifestyle that is the most similar to our hunting and gathering past,� says coauthor Alyssa Crittenden, associate professor of anthropology
at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. “They sleep on the ground, and have no synthetic lighting or controlled climate—traits that characterized the ancestral sleeping environment for early humans.” For the study, 33 healthy men and women aged 20 to 60 agreed to wear a small watch-like device on their wrists for 20 days, that recorded their nighttime movements from one minute to the next. Hadza sleep patterns were rarely in sync. On average, participants went to bed shortly after 10 pm and woke up around 7 am But, some tended to retire as early as 8 pm and wake up by 6 am, and others stayed up past 11 pm and snoozed until after 8 am. In between, they roused from slumber several times during the night, tossing and turning or getting up to smoke, tend to a crying baby, or relieve themselves before nodding off again. As a result, moments when everyone was out cold at once were rare. Out of more than 220 total hours of observation, the researchers were surprised to find only 18 minutes when all adults were sound asleep simultaneously. On average, more than a third of the group was alert, or dozing very lightly, at any given time. “And that’s just out of the healthy adults; it doesn’t include children, or people who were injured or sick,” says Samson, now an assistant professor of anthropology at the University of Toronto, Mississauga. Yet participants didn’t complain of sleep problems. The findings may help explain why Hadza generally don’t post sentinels to keep watch throughout the night—they don’t need to. Their natural variation in sleep patterns, coupled with light or restless sleep in older adults, is enough to ensure that at least one person is on guard at all times. “Maybe some of the medical issues we have today could be explained not as disorders, but as a relic of an evolutionary past in which they were beneficial.” “If you’re in a lighter stage of sleep you’d be more attuned to any kind of threat in the environment,” says coauthor Charlie Nunn,
professor of evolutionary anthropology at Duke. Previous studies have found similar patterns in birds, mice, and other animals, but this is the first time the phenomenon has been tested in humans, Samson says. The misaligned sleep schedules were a byproduct of changing sleep patterns common with age, researchers say. Participants in their 50s and 60s generally went to bed earlier, and woke up earlier than those in their 20s and 30s. The researchers call their theory the “poorly sleeping grandparent hypothesis.” The basic idea is that, for much of human history, living and sleeping in mixed-age groups of people with different sleep habits helped our ancestors keep a watchful eye and make it through the night. “Any time you have a mixed-age group population, some go to bed early, some later,” Nunn says. “If you’re older you’re more of a morning lark. If you’re younger you’re more of a night owl.” The researchers hope the findings will shift our understanding of age-related sleep disorders. “A lot of older people go to doctors complaining that they wake up early and can’t get back to sleep,” Nunn says. “But maybe there’s nothing wrong with them. Maybe some of the medical issues we have today could be explained not as disorders, but as a relic of an evolutionary past in which they were beneficial.”
Treating ADHD may lower risk of drug trouble by Kevin Fryling-Indiana
For teens and adults with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), using medication to treat the condition may significantly reduce the risk for drug and alcohol abuse. The risk of substance use problems during periods of medication use was 35 percent lower in men and 31 percent lower in women in the study. The results, which appear in the American Journal of Psychiatry, are based upon nearly 3 million people with ADHD in the United States. “This study contributes to growing evidence that ADHD medication is linked to lower risk for many types of harmful behavior, including substance abuse,” says Patrick D. Quinn, a postdoctoral researcher in the Indiana University Bloomington College of Arts and Sciences’ psychological and brain sciences department, who led the study. “The results also highlight the importance of careful diagnosis and compliance with treatment.” As one of the largest analyses on the risks and benefits of ADHD medication, the study drew on anonymous health care data from 146 million people with employer-based health insurance in the United States from 2005 to 2014.
Specifically, the researchers mined the data to identify people with ADHD whose records showed periods of ADHD medication use and periods without ADHD medication use—as well as one or more visits to the emergency room due to drug or alcohol use. They then calculated the odds of the visits occurring during the person’s use of ADHD medication versus the same person’s non-use of ADHD medication. “Many factors can influence who receives ADHD treatment, including socioeconomic factors, health care access, the strength of support networks, and disorder severity,” Quinn says. “Although no single study of real-world treatment practices can definitively show whether medication use lowers risk, studying the same people at different points in their medical history helps us control for these factors and isolate the role of medication in their behavior,” he says. Of the nearly 3 million people with ADHD in the study’s database, about 57 percent experienced periods in which they were and were not prescribed medication to treat the disorder. About 2 percent experienced an emergency room visit due to substance abuse. The median age of the study’s participants was 21 for men and 28 for women. The majority of the ADHD medicines used in the study were stimulants such as Adderall, an amphetamine, and Ritalin, or methylphenidate. A significantly smaller number used nonstimulant ADHD medication such as Strattera, or atomoxetine. “While concerns about prescribing medications to treat ADHD that have the potential for abuse are understandable, this study provides further evidence that the use of these medications is not associated with increased risk of substance use problems in adolescence or adulthood,” Quinn says. “Rather, this and other recent studies find that the risk of such problems is lower during and after periods of use of these medications.” Another study from this group in the lab of Brian M. D’Onofrio recently reported in JAMA Psychiatry found that the use of ADHD medication was associated with lower risk of motor vehicle accidents in men and women.
D’Onofrio is also a coauthor of several studies based on patient data from Sweden that found similarly lower risk for substance abuse and transport accidents in people with ADHD who used medication. The larger number of people in the two more recent studies—as well as the use of US patients in the new analyses—strengthens this earlier evidence. “Together, these studies provide accumulating evidence about the possible short- and long-term benefits of ADHD medications,” says D’Onofrio, a professor in the psychological and brain sciences department. “They also provide important information to medical providers who prescribe ADHD medication—as well as to adults with the disorder and parents trying to make medical decisions for children. Overall, I think people should find these results reassuring.”
When 1 depression med doesn’t work, add another? by Bill Hathaway-Yale
Millions of patients suffering from major depression get little relief from the first drug they take. A new study of 1,522 patients at 35 US Veterans Health Administration medical centers shows these patients benefit more from adding an antidepressant treatment than from switching to another one. “We found that among three strategies evaluated in this study evidence of the greatest symptom benefit was provided by adding an antipsychotic to previous antidepressant therapy,” says lead author Somaia Mohamed, associate clinical professor of psychiatry at Yale University School of Medicine and of the VA Connecticut Healthcare System, West Haven, Connecticut. Less than a third of 16 million Americans with major depression obtain relief of symptoms from the first drug prescribed. Findings of the study in the Journal of the American Medical Association show a remission rate of 28.9 percent of those who augmented initial treatment with the antipsychotic drug aripiprazole (Abilify) after 12 weeks—significantly greater proportion than the 22 percent remission among patients who discontinued use of one antidepressant and switched to another (buproprion). The group taking aripiprazole was also significantly more likely to show a clinically meaningful response to treatment than either switching to another antidepressant or adding another
antidepressant to the original medication. “The study by Mohamed and colleagues…suggests that that all options are not alike,” says John Krystal, professor and chair of the Yale Department of Psychiatry. “This study provides the type of detailed guidance that doctors need.”
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Chapter 6 2 Extra-Stories
1 - (Story) - MURMURS P.S. - To ask you for permission, ....FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU! by Meagan J. Meehan Bridget felt the walls vibrating; they were buzzing along with the floor and the ceiling and her head. The murmurs swarmed around her, whispering suggestions and accusations and scandalous suspicions. It had been like this for weeks; months. It had to stop and Bridget had finally figured out a way to end it forever. Smiling, anticipating sweet release, she raised the gun to her head and pulled the trigger. She welcomed the darkness. * * * * * Even in her final moments, Bridget had no idea exactly what had been happening to her. She had assumed it was mental illness—a long running problem in her family—brought on by years of drinking and drug use and hard living. But the truth was infinitely stranger and more terrible; a truth so outlandish that even if Bridget had discovered it, and sought aid from others, she surely would have ended up committed to a psychiatric hospital.
Bridget’s tormenters had not been voices formed in her own mind; her harassers had not even been of the world in which she resided. Bridget was the latest unfortunate who had fallen prey to Xoan and Quax, Salkumbries from the planet Saturn. Yet Xoan and Quax were not just any Salkumbries, they were outlaws, renegades—what humans would have described as young and restless postdelinquents. The Salkumbrie race had been aware of the presence of life on Earth for decades. Planet Earth captivated the Salkumbries because of its beauty. It had seas and land that was lush and peppered with cities and forests. Earth was utterly unlike Saturn which was so cold and windy that the Salkumbries had to construct all of their cities underground. Earth’s winds were nowhere near as strong as Saturn’s and earthlings lived largely above ground, out in the elements including warm sunshine that was nonexistent on Saturn. Earth had no rings. It was exposed and so it was easy to observe and study. Thus, the Salkumbries had learned much about its residents. For eons they had diligently studied human society and were both excited and intimidated by the idea of sharing the universe with other beings. The most learned of the Salkumbries studied humans extensively and developed theories about them and their societies. One fact was clear from the research…humans were dangerous and unsavory creatures. Humans hurt each other. They waged wars and built tools called “weapons” intended to annihilate as many beings as possible. They occasionally even killed close family members and were prone to addictions that were bad for them yet which they couldn’t seem to stop indulging in. Most humans were stupid and weak…and many were aggressive. Early on in the initial stages of human research, the Salkumbrie High Council—which governed Saturn—had passed laws decreeing it illegal for any Salkumbrie to harbor earthlings. The only earthlings
allowed on Saturn were those sanctioned for study by the High Council, specifically by members who had made careers out of researching human societies and/or biology. Very few of the human research specimens were taken willingly. Most screamed, fought and argued. Upon facing the Salkumbries, some laughed while others cried uncontrollably. As a species they were obviously very unstable. In the early days most research specimens were slaughtered and dissected. Then their insides were probed, studied and documented for future reference by students of universal coexistence. Later test subjects were quarantined and observed, usually for years. As the experiments progressed, some humans were released back to Earth and monitored to see if they would tell other humans what had happened to them and, if so, how those others would react. The results had been mixed; some abductees kept their experiences to themselves and died with their secrets. Others told and weren’t believed; sometimes they even got locked up in “institutions”—buildings where humans housed particularly unstable members of their societies. Earth was teeming with various life forms yet humans appeared to rule the planet. Although they frequently fought among each other, all human fractions seemed to preside over other creatures the way the High Council presided over Saturn. Humans even kept other creatures in enclosures called “zoos” where they could visit and ogle them. Interestingly, most other earthlings were not as dangerous as humans…some beings with bizarre names like “fish” and “rabbits” and “birds” even seemed friendly, docile, and harmless. Many Salkumbries urged the High Council to open a zoo of earth creatures—minus the savage humans, of course—on Saturn but so far the High Council refused to listen to, or legalize, such considerations. Some Salkumbries disapproved of the long-running “earthling experiments” and begged the High Council to take a more compassionate approach but the High Council was far too suspicious of humans to feel anything but foreboding. Humans had the capacity to be vicious to each other and even worse on the other creatures
that co-inhabited Earth. If they couldn’t get along with life on their own planet what hope would there be for them making peace with the Salkumbries? That was precisely why the High Council insisted on keeping the existence of life on Saturn top secret. Despite all the efforts the Salkumbries made to keep humans unaware of their presence, there were occasional telling signs that some humans did suspect that they were not alone in the galaxy. And, from time to time, human suspicion had been raised due to Salkumbrie errors. The biggest disaster, “Mission 7987,” had occurred many moons ago, in a time humans referred to as 1947. A Salkumbrie spacecraft, on a routine surveyor’s mission, had malfunctioned and crashed into the desert of an Earth territory called the “United States.” The ship had gone down, killing both Salkumbries on board, and had instantly gotten the attention of earthlings. Humans had gathered around the wreckage and immediately found the bodies. The United States government—their version of the High Council—had taken the bodies away, undoubtedly to study them just as the Salkumbries had studied the remains of earthlings. The humans called the incident “Roswell” and still spoke of it which made the High Council very nervous. Since Mission 7987, they had been extra careful to have no more accidents. The Salkumbries were fairly certain that they were more advanced than humans but they couldn’t be sure. Since the Roswell crash there were numerous signs that the earthlings were becoming more technically proficient. They monitored space and they sent messages through the airwaves; they had successfully landed on Earth’s moon; they had sent drones to Mars. They had even sent a few vessels to investigate Saturn. They had never actually landed on its surface but the High Council publicly admitted that humans had taken photos of the planet and its moons. The High Council was not pleased. They did not like “aliens” even being mentioned by earthlings, except in human fiction which was usually entirely wrong yet incredibly entertaining.
Luckily for the Salkumbries, Saturn had a natural defense with its thick rings that made it incredibly difficult for prying humans to attain clear photos or actually see its surface. The planet looked much bigger than it really was due to a force field of natural gases that surrounded its core. Most humans seemed to believe that Saturn lacked a solid surface and this was comforting to the High Council since it meant that the earthlings were unlikely to invade the rocky core the Salkumbries called home any time soon. Besides, all Salkumbrie cities were underground. Even if human technology eventually advanced to the point that they could land on Saturn they would experience little more than dusty ground, freezing temperatures, and high winds. Despite such realities, constantly heightening security measures resulted in additional sanctions being imposed that completely forbid unauthorized contact with humans even as more and more Salkumbries got increasingly interested in them. Many liked the idea of using humans as slaves and some Salkumbries even showcased illegally abducted earthlings in circuses and traveling shows. Fickle natures aside, they could be trained. That was how Xoan and Quax’s clan had become involved in the human smuggling trade decades ago. Earth was a complicated planet with even more complex social systems. Its lands were divided into territories called “countries” that had odd names. Places like “America” and “Norway” had healthy and well-fed humans while other places, with equally odd names like “Sudan” and “Bangladesh,” were populated by many sickly and starving humans. All captors—whether illegal smugglers or High Council sanctioned researchers—knew that it was much easier to abduct humans from poorer nations since they rarely had as much strength to fight and they were much less likely to be missed. On the downside, such specimens were often physically weak. They made poor test studies and even poorer slaves, not to mention unattractive pets. Humans certainly placed higher value on some lives more than
others, an odd pecking order that was seemingly decided by various and often unclear factors. If a learned one—which humans called “professors”—or a rich one, or a pretty blonde one, were taken there tended to be a lot of outcry from human society as a whole, subsequently making it harder for smugglers to get away undetected. It was an unfortunate fact that the Salkumbries preferred healthy and pretty humans—those who possessed strong lean muscles and shiny hair and teeth—over fat and aging ones. Xoan and Quax’s clan were often paid to take pretty humans. Generally, after such abductions, the human’s clan made a fuss and sent radio waves across their lands asking for the person’s return. Of course, when an earthling was abducted by Salkumbrie smugglers, they never saw Earth again. Overall, humans were the hardest of all of Earth’s millions of creatures to handle but they were also the most desired and valuable. Thus, they were the primary concern of the clan that Xoan and Quax belonged to. Xoan and Quax came from a family that didn’t value the same rules and regulations as most Salkumbries. They lived on the fringes of society and defied the High Council regularly. For eons they had run circuses and sideshows containing many exotic beings from across several galaxies. Their great ancestor, Elocx, had been a smuggler and he had started trading in humans early. At first, humans had been traded for meat since a lot of Salkumbries loved their flavor. Yet many abducted humans were scrawny and tasted strange. Hence, over time, they were trained as slaves instead of being cooked as meals. Unfortunately, true to their nature, humans often rebelled violently. Finally, there was the pet trade. Many Salkumbries—generally young females from wealthy clans—thought humans were cute, especially the little ones and so they were frequently requested as pets. Such shady deals had to be made in secret, of course, but it was a thriving business. The human pet trade was particularly lucrative since most of the
richest aliens wanted humans to show off; even some high-ranking council members’ families owned humans illegally. In fact, quite a few clans owned more than one…some even needed constant replacements since they were incompetent owners with a high pet mortality rate. Most pet-owning Salkumbries made multiple orders for earthlings since they liked to “collect” different ones and Earth had many species. A handful of Salkumbries specialized in collecting only humans since that one species came in an alarming array of shapes, sizes, and colors. Back when interest in humans was first starting to peak, Elocx had built a secret shop underneath the jagged cave that he called home. In that shop, on the far outskirts of Salkumbrie society, he kept numerous live humans and sold them to anyone who was willing to pay for them. Elocx had passed the illegal business onto his sons and his sons wanted to eventually pass it to theirs…but Xoan and Quax didn’t quite have the temperament for handling live creatures. Neither one was gentle. Neither one was caring. Neither one was particularly interested in the well-being of earthlings. Since early life, both Xoan and Quax had enjoyed tormenting humans any way they could. Humans were generally regarded as dangerous and terrifying but they could also be funny, especially when they cried and screamed and shook. Xoan and Quax had learned how to speak human dialects just so they could correctly use the right words to maximize the humans’ horror. This had been a surprisingly challenging task since humans had various dialects—“English” and “Chinese” were the most common—but it had been worth it. Nothing was more fun than watching them quiver. Before Xoan and Quax were even old enough to journey to Earth, they had gotten into trouble for scaring one of the humans in their clan’s shop to death. They had simply been playing with it—an adult male—and watching it act more erratically and unpredictably with each passing second. Suddenly, the human had grabbed its chest and fallen to the ground, dead. Apparently it had suffered a heart attack;
a shut-down of one the body’s main organs which apparently happened when humans got over excited, or intensely frightened. Their clan had been furious; humans were valuable goods and rare merchandise. When one was lost it marked a wasted, and very risky, mission to Earth. On the bright side, Xoan and Quax learned how to successfully dispose of a human body that day. Human remains were easily discarded since they evaporated when they were propelled towards the sun. It was important for smugglers to know how to successfully get rid of a corpse without raising suspicion. After all, if they were found in possession of humans they could be sent to Durkaark, the most notorious intergalactic prison in the universe. Since then Xoan and Quax had been careful not to push any of the captive humans too far. Xoan and Quax didn’t particularly like humans. They had been bitten, punched and kicked by the unpleasant, noisy, and messy creatures. They never understood their appeal as pets, or even slaves —why would anyone want one at all?—yet they were also undeniably fascinated by them. The human species had the most wonderful ways of making mischief! Xoan and Quax had diligently researched everything about Earth and they knew that it was full of life forms, not just humans. One type was called “dogs” and humans frequently kept them captive as pets. Some humans were good to their dogs but others were cruel. Some humans trained their dogs to fight to the death as other humans rooted them on and even bet valuables—what they called “money”—on which beast would win. The fighting pit idea enthralled Xoan and Quax and they told their clan about it. Subsequently, they started to arrange fights among particularly violent and difficult humans. The bloody events caused many casualties of the precious human cargo but they were also popular—and profitable—occasions among members of the Salkumbrie underworld. When Xoan and Quax had neared full growth their clans
eventually let them come along to secret missions to Earth, dodging Salkumbrie security measures to visit the planet and smuggle a handful of earthlings back to Saturn—humans among them. By the time Xoan and Quax were full grown they had memorized several uncharted routes to Earth and that was precisely how their “secret missions,” and all the bloodshed, started. * * * * * Unlike some species, Salkumbries were not telepathic. They could not control humans’ minds. Instead, all they could do was threaten them, or startle them, or make unsavory suggestions to already unhinged individuals. Telepathy would have been easier, but not nearly as sporting. Over time Quax and Xoan had developed a taste— an obsession, an addiction—with harassing humans. They kept this obsession a secret between them, fearful that it could jeopardize their future standing as smugglers and the wealth that they were sure to accumulate as part of their clans’ activities. Yet, as rebellious and reckless as they were, they couldn’t help themselves and the more time they spent together the more one egged the other on. It was an endless cycle of provocation. Xoan and Quax repeatedly lied to their other clan members and claimed that they were exploring other galaxies. In reality, they were secretly patrolling Earth, searching for victims. Generally, they monitored Earth from afar and chose a vulnerable human. Then, from their ship, they tracked that human wherever it went. They would start to beam down messages—suggestions that sounded like mumbles and whispers and murmurs—to their victim until it started to mentally crack, just like all the ones in the shop had eventually cracked if they put enough pressure on them. It often took more time to crack a non-abducted human but it was also far more fun. Initially, Xoan and Quax had only intended to see if they could drive humans crazy without actually abducting them or showing themselves. It had merely been a game until their third victim had
killed both herself and her husband. Then Xoan and Quax realized that they could make humans turn on each other. Apparently, if they drove one crazy it could be persuaded to injure or destroy others… and, since most earthlings were ignorant enough to believe that they were the only life forms in the galaxy, aliens were never suspected. Instead such rampages were attributed to mental illness—an alltoo-common trait in humans. For four years Xoan and Quax had been venturing to Earth solely to toy with humans. So far they had claimed six victims: two killed themselves, one shot her husband and herself, one shot a deli clerk whom he was convinced was an evil robot before getting fatally gunned down by police, and two ended up permanently committed to asylums—one after she killed a family of four neighbors who she thought were alien monsters. That particular occasion resulted in ample media attention which Xoan and Quax had enjoyed immensely. It was an ultimate rush of exhilaration. Xoan and Quax were proud of what they had achieved yet they wanted more—something bigger, something awful…something truly horrific. Their last “project” had killed itself which was a most unsatisfying result. Of course, part of the problem had been her lifestyle and demeanor. She had been a quiet bookkeeper at a location that humans called a “library.” She had also been 64 years of age, which was older than average and therefore far less prone to violent outbursts. To make maximum impact, Xoan and Quax selected their next victim very carefully. Humans were apparently aware of their unsavory characteristics. They had prisons—not unlike Durkaark—where they kept the most violent and unstable residents of Earth, who also tended to be extremely susceptible to suggestion. Humans kept detailed records of the individuals who had been in jail or asylums, what they termed “institutionalized.” All humans were identified with a first and last name and, when one got
institutionalized, their name was automatically entered into certain databases. Salkumbrie technology was far more advanced than earthling’s and, without even leaving their spacecraft, Xoan and Quax had successfully hacked into various law enforcement and medical systems across numerous countries. That is how they found Donald Urbank. According to his file, Donald Urbank was an outpatient of a mental institution who had multiple arrests for erratic behavior. Donald also happened to live in Arizona, the same area where the ill-fated Mission 7987 had crashed all those years ago. Xoan and Quax had diligently studied human weaponry and they knew that Arizona was a territory where it was very easy for any earthling to purchase a gun—one of the deadliest weapons on Earth. Despite his life-long record of weird behavior, Donald lived alone and largely unmonitored in a small apartment. He didn’t work and had to take several medications daily. Twice a week an adult female —whom humans called a “social worker”—came by to check on him. Xoan and Quax thought that Donald was the perfect victim; they assumed that an earthling who was already mentally ill to begin with was a sure-thing when it came to causing mayhem. They were not mistaken. * * * * * They watched him buy the gun. They snickered as he loaded up on ammo. They greatly anticipated the impending event. They liked blood. They liked gore. They liked chaos. They wanted to see a show. With Donald they were sure to get one—a big one. It had taken them less than three weeks to send Donald—who was already perpetually teetering on the edge of sanity—completely over the edge. They started by tuning into the frequency on his radio and exposing him to murmurs that no one else could hear. In fact, they made a special point to only communicate with him when no other earthlings were near him. Then they started tuning into his television set; they made it go on and off randomly, tune to static-only
stations, and then they whispered (murmured) to him in clear English through the ceaseless hiss of the static. First, they convinced him to stop taking his medication. Then they told him all about outer space and all the terrible creatures with sharp teeth and claws that existed in other galaxies. They told him about the abductions and the human meat, slave, and pet trades. They described Saturn’s landscape and the Salkumbrie cities. They said they could (would) take him there, whether he liked it or not. They told him they couldn’t wait to taste his flesh. Then, as he wailed and held his hands over his ears, they turned up the static’s volume to an ear-piercing pitch. Donald had screamed and thrown a chair through the television screen. The next day, when his social worker saw the destruction, he explained what had happened. Then Donald got re-committed for three days after the social worker claimed he was having a relapse. While he was in the asylum Xoan and Quax continued to beam murmurs to him at a frequency too low for anyone else to hear. Donald had started screaming. Then he had been drugged and placed in isolation. While he was isolated he was even more vulnerable and that was exactly when Xoan and Quax started using his disdain of his social worker against him. They told him she was an android who was plotting against him. She was, in fact, working for the very same aliens who wanted to abduct and devour him—after all, androids had a specific fondness for the flesh of full grown human males. They told him that the doctors and nurses and everyone else at the establishment were his enemies and all the medication they were feeding him was actually just seasonings and spices that were marinating within him just to make him tastier. Donald’s body was being prepared as a grand feast. Unless you fight back, Xoan had said. Get to them before they get to you, Quax suggested. Donald, half conscious and heavily drugged, had nodded. He was
starting to trust the voices. He believed them. After Donald was released from the hospital he went back to his apartment. Xoan and Quax continued to murmur suggestions and plans and ideas to him. Donald listened carefully. He was quite apt at absorbing instructions. Eleven days after his release, Donald murdered his social worker. She was his first kill but he handled it well, in fact he even seemed to enjoy it. Without hesitation—and upon Xoan and Quax’s gleeful urging—Donald armed himself with an arsenal of weapons and headed into the center of town where he promptly opened fire at a busy shopping mall, a location where many humans gathered. Xoan and Quax squealed with delight as they watched the humans run away screaming and shrieking as Donald randomly took aim. However, although his actions had been part of their grand scheme, his mantra wasn’t. As he shot and killed, maimed and wounded, Donald ranted and raved about “the conspiracy.” He carried on about aliens and drones and human smuggling rings and various other “spacey” things. Xoan and Quax beamed orders at him to remain silent but, for once, Donald refused to listen and, for the first time in their lives, Xoan and Quax felt afraid of their victim. The Salkumbrie High Council closely monitored earthling radio transmissions that incessantly flowed through space and, by default, they heard Earth’s news media feeds. If Donald mentioned the Salkumbries then the High Council would undoubtedly know someone had snuck down to Earth—an offense punishable by a sentence to Durkaark. Xoan and Quax started fighting among themselves, each one demanding to know why the other had mentioned Saturn and Salkumbries, smuggling rings and abductions. Each blamed the other for the danger they had put themselves in and they had practically decided to take off through a black hole to a new solar system when the “police”—a term humans used for guardians of peace—arrived and shot Donald dead before he said anything that specifically mentioned the Salkumbries.
Xoan and Quax instantly relaxed and made peace. They were safe. They had gotten away with it. * * * * * As expected, Donald’s rampage had been epic. He had managed to kill nine and wound twenty-two before his own violent demise. Humans, by nature, were fascinated by such occurrences and dozens of them flocked to the scene to record the carnage and make videos and voice recordings about it to share with the rest of the world. Earthlings called such activity “media coverage.” Although neither Saturn nor Salkumbries were mentioned, there was much discussion of outer space. Donald’s final rant had been laced with ravings about other planets and galaxies. He had been clearly heard by scores of bystanders. Moreover, his voice had been recorded by cameras while the chaos was unfolding. Donald’s crime made international news and the media instantly latched on to the “extraterrestrial” element of his paranoia, especially since he had lived in an area with a long history of attracting alien-believers and UFO enthusiasts. His case immediately raised intense interest in all-things-extraterrestrial. The Salkumbrie High Council was displeased by the interest but totally unsuspicious that the rampage somehow involved their species. * * * * * Xoan and Quax were much more careful during future encounters. Space—as in anything connected to it at all—was unmentionable. They researched human horror stories and claimed to be demons or monsters or vampires instead of revealing their true origins; it was a much cleverer tactic. Being clever was a big part of Xoan and Quax’s plans since they intended to turn their hobby of harassing humans into a business angle. As interest in earthlings boomed on Saturn, many Salkumbries
were starting to invest in the wellbeing, the “life rights,” of humans. Xoan and Quax intended to use the newfound concern to their benefit. They decided to cause wars—or simply elaborate on the enormous array of conflicts that already existed among humans— and then start a “Save the Earthlings” campaign on Saturn. It was certainly an effective—and lucrative—way to persuade Salkumbries to buy not just humans but a whole variety of earth creatures. Though illegal, many Salkumbries were undoubtedly willing to purchase earthlings to “save” them from death and destruction on their home planet. Xoan and Quax were contented; sure that they would continue to be wickedly successful.
2 - (Story) I Wish My Son Never Experienced Heaven by Hayong Seven days ago, I was driving my son, Zach, home from school when a drunk driver t-boned us. The paramedics managed to drag us out of our flipped over car. As soon as I woke back up I looked around the room for my son. I tried to get out of my bed, but a nurse rushed into the room and settled me back in. He looked at me for a second before saying, “Your son is in critical condition right now, but you need to stay on your bed for at least another day before we can let you leave your room.” I tried to argue back, but the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. The nurse left after a couple of seconds. The rest of the day I sat on the bed and forced myself to stay strong for my son. I knew he couldn’t see me right now, but I was all he had now after my wife was found in front of the Wal-Mart parking lot. She was stabbed a total of 12 times and her purse was emptied out. They never found out who killed her. That was just 2 years ago. Zach was just 6 at the time. The day of the funeral was the hardest day of my life. I had to explain that his mother was gone. He didn’t cry. He just nodded and stared at the ground for the rest of the day. It took over a year for things to go back to some type of normality. The thought of Zach dying did go through my mind several times, but I quickly dismissed the thought and remained hopeful. The doctor came into my room around 7 at night to run a couple of tests. I tried to ask him about my son, but he just gave me a sympathetic look before telling me that I was pretty much fine besides a couple of scrapes and bruises. I asked if I could go see my son now, but with a sigh, he said, “Harold. Let me be completely honest with you. There really isn’t much you can do right now. You can see him tomorrow after we release you, but just understand that he is a lot worse off
than you. There is a chance he may not make it, but our doctors are trying their very hardest. Get some rest and make sure you mentally prepare yourself before you see your son.” He gave me a sad nod and walked out of the room. That night I couldn't sleep. Instead, I sat on my bed and ran through every single memory I had of Zach and me. I thought of every time we sat at the kitchen table eating dinner and laughing, I thought of the times my wife, Zach, and I would sit on the sofa and watch a movie, and I thought of the times we cried together over the loss of his mother. That night was a mixture of half smiles and tears. At 9 o’ clock, the nurse came into my room and gave me nod before unhooking every little thing that was attached to my body. 30 minutes later, I was following closely behind the nurse to where Zach was. We stopped in front of room 437. I took a deep breath before I walked through the door and saw my son’s nearly lifeless body lying on the hospital bed. Each step I took towards my son revealed more and more injuries that his small fragile body took. His right arm was rubbed absolutely raw, his left eye was slightly opened from the dent that was now on his face, and his legs and other arm were littered with randomly placed stitches. The room started to spin and I started to go limp, but a doctor grabbed me from behind and placed me on a seat. He handed me a glass of water before saying, “He seems to be a little more stable now, but these next 2 days are the most critical for him. We will have a doctor for him at all hours, and if we get any type of alert we will definitely be there for him. You can stay with him if you’d like.” I gave him a nod and told him that I was going to stay with him until he wakes up. He placed a hand on my shoulder before he walked out the room. The next day and a half went by and absolutely nothing happened. The doctors and nurses would stop in occasionally, but they would leave right after they finished their tasks. That evening at 9:37, my son’s heart stopped and my whole world stopped. I saw doctors and nurses rushing into the room, but I was completely stuck on the chair. It took everything out of me to finally get out of my
chair and rush up to my son, but one of the doctors held me back. I screamed, pushed, and sobbed during the 18 seconds my son was dead. For the next 2 days, I stood next to my son. I didn’t sleep, eat, or drink anything. I wanted him to somehow know that I was with him. I wanted to somehow help him get out of the coma and into my arms again. At 11:14 pm my son finally opened his eyes and looked up at me. It had taken him 4 and a half days for him to get out of his coma, and the only thing I wanted to do was cry and hold him. He gave me a small smile before he looked up and frowned. Before I could do anything, Zach went into absolute hysterics. He started off by letting out a series of screams. Screams of absolute agony. He tried ripping off his IV and everything else connected to his body, but I held his arms down as carefully as I could before calling for a doctor. It took over 3 hours for Zach to finally calm down. It was 2 in the morning by then, I was absolutely exhausted, but I walked up to him and sat down next to him while gingerly holding his hand. I fell asleep around 5 in the morning. I woke up to the sound of Zach’s voice. When I looked up I saw a nurse carefully feeding him. He was telling her about how we go to the park every Saturday, and proceeded to ask her if he would be able to go with me this Saturday. She gave him a smile and said, “Well, if you eat plenty of food and do everything the doctor says you might be able to go very soon. I have to go now Zach, but why don’t you talk to your dad now? It looks like he’s awake!” Zach quickly turned to me and gave me a smile before talking about how the doctor told him he was being extra good and that he deserves a new toy. I laughed and told him that once we were out I would give him any toy he wanted. My son was physically hurt, but it seemed like he was back to normal otherwise. The next couple of days went by in a blur.
Throughout the day I would talk with him, read a couple of books to him given by the nice doctor, and watched a couple of his favorite shows on the tv. I felt beyond lucky. I had my son still. My one reason to keep living. Last night, my son started to talk about his experience and I really don’t know what the hell he went through. I was reading to him when he held up his arm up and said, “Everything became really black and then it felt like I was dreaming.” Before I could say anything back he took a deep breath and said, “I dreamed about when mommy was here. We were eating dinner, but everything was quiet. Mommy and you were talking but I couldn’t hear anything. I tried to say something, but I couldn’t hear myself. I started to scream and then everything went black again.” I tried to hold his hand to reassure him that he was fine now, but he pushed away and looked up at me with eyes filled with torment. His lips quivered before he continued with his experience. “Then a bright light was all around me. I started to feel warm and happy. Really happy like when mommy was here. I tried to move, but I was floating and so I stayed still while I floated to where I was supposed to go. It got too bright so I closed my eyes till I stopped. When I opened my eyes I had to close them again because I saw the brightest light I have ever seen. It spoke to me. It said that I was dead. It told me that I was going to be here for a little while before he sent me back to you. I tried to ask him to take me back now, but it told me that I needed to stay here.” He took a deep breath and a couple of tears fell from his face before he continued, “I started floating again and I was taken to another room, but this one was smaller. I waited for a long time, but mommy came into the room. She was happy and she gave me a hug, but then she started to scream. I tried to keep looking at her, but her a knife kept going inside of her body. She started to bleed everywhere and I got scared. I closed my eyes and looked away. She stopped screaming and I looked back at mommy. She was dying but she told me that she loved me and that she will see me again, but
she told me it would be a long time.” I gave him a smile and told him that mommy was waiting for us in a special place. That is when Zach turned to me and said, “No not us. Just me. I saw who was holding the knife. It was you. She told me you were going to another place. I’m sorry daddy, but mommy is not waiting for you. She told me that you were clever enough to get away with killing her, but you can’t escape death. Everybody dies and so will you.” I didn’t know what to say to him. I loved my wife and my son, but I couldn’t handle how I became the third wheel. I knew I couldn’t beat the bond between a mother and her child and I did the only thing that would allow my son to fully appreciate me as much as he could. This morning, I went home to get my laptop and I am now back with my son and I’m writing this out to you guys. Do any of you guys have any proof of an afterlife? Did my son just have an awfully vivid dream or was what he experienced real? It seems like more of a coincidence that he would be able to place the blame on me when the police couldn’t even trace it back to me.
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Chapter 7 More Works by DeYtH Banger
New Words Note: Forcing their child into doing things which they don't want. That's what "Unforgettable" is all about. 07/31/2017 by DeYtH Banger I just don't get it, new words comming by passing by. Words aren't enough to explain this case, people are saying one thing then another thing is happening. They won't do it, The don't need it, ... He: It's cheap, that's why I bought it ... ... Me: Nope, you said you don't need it... He: Oh.... , come on.. it's cheap... it doesn't cost so much money ...
What does bitch in this movie has to do with all this shit ... I am just tracking the movie "Unforgettable" and I don't get what's the goal of this whole movie. This story is all about one sad picture a white bitch, - YOU NAME IT Tessa Connover... a bitch which has left her husband she has made a mistake. But look... now she is trying to fuck up a black bitch Julia Banks... Julia Banks - This character looks like isn't living the best life and didn't had the besst life and it's hopping to get something good out of this worst scenarios. Tessa Connover... - Haaa.... whoever you are... you can't explain what you are playing neither Rosario Dawson... neither and U... Katherine Heigl .... DEPRIVED ... deprivation ...
Accumulate ... Accumulation
... You are now manipulating her... you are thinking the worst scenario for her and trying to be nice while facing her. But behind her back as the stories and people often say "Friends aren't friends who talk behind your back, about you." and that's what she is doing being nice in front of her face and while behind her back be the worst bitch you have ever seen. HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT?
LifeCacasian 07/30/2017 by DeYtH Banger We found a male body … White … AProximetely From tweny up to 30 years old. …. THE ENDDDDDDD … Come on enough shit, nowadays I have Witness all sorts of shit. Lee Child can't write well… but it seems so far from what I see that people are enjoying being around his crappy works. Once I had a chance to read one work written by him … I gave myself a break after that work
… Concluded that I have taken the wrong work … so after few weeks or months … I come back … But again the same shit, so far from people's opinion he was the guy without a plot. Then comes Stephen King… his book statics from my POV. WHICH is conclusion build on 50 books which I have read… Some of them really surprised me… Probably this works have been written in the period of his life when he was more rich and fulfilled with lots of sTories. It's One-Way-Math… when he had few works which were really well written… there were and works which were chaos in whole American literature. … But compared to all shit which I have found up to here this is nothing. Let's focus on the school system. P.S.: Oh, btw now I am at the gym… 4 times in a row… can you imagine?
… Note: I am using the formula of Arnold Schwarzenegger, he has written whole 600 pages… book all about becoming Mr. OLYMPIA. Now I am playing with the concept of muscle shock… basically.. I am playing a game beyond my limits. 3 hours on fitness, how crazy is this? …. Let's come back to where were we… School system sucks, it makes people to learn something and remember it… And then comes a test or let's say an Exam in about 40 Questions. That's the moment when you start going back and in your mind you have "The Same" over and over which means that you remember whatt your teacher has been repeating… for so long time. Today 30/07/2017… I finished the Cryptography class what I got on the exam was shocking. First the 5-6 questions were even not discussed in the micro-courses, then.. when I tried to recall something from my mind which I have tried my best to remember. It was like a chicken soap my brain… come on… since the last 5 days… 1 - Day 60%
2 - Day - 40% - 60% 3 - Day - 60% - 60% Extra Stats - 600 Points - Enki - 1,200 Points - Code School - 700 Points - Enki - 1300 Points - Enki … Am I so bad? … ON the practice tests which after a hadn't anything to do with the exam or probably few questions in the exam had familiar question which I have encountered in the practice exam. So There first Twice 60%, 60% then 100% OR 80% …
And on the exam 20% …. Come on… laugh… … You can laugh! … In the test first I was confused… …. Time was bothering me … And the tutorials weren't very clear as information… … It was like … 2+2=4 …. That's all How?
Why? … No answers… …. And as a Second topic … As for now will be …. Useless scenarios nowadays can be found inside each book. … For example Like 5-6 Chapters can be skipped, first boring material… second already "we know" - category.
Chapter 8 Dating
Dating Special Thanks to: Jad T Jones and Kezia Noble - Check out this playlist which I just created on youtube. I am very glad that I had a chance to meet people as Jad T Jones and Kezia Noble. People which are open minded and full of ideas. Both have different POV's of relationship of how to talk with girls and many other aspects, but that's what it's interesting and it's going to help you to improve your social skills. Some of you could know me as shy guy, others don't know me. But let's first give the picture, I am not a typical guy who likes to go to gym, I never did... but one moment I just decided to start going to develop as a better character. Since one month, I have join the fitness and I have bought an membership. I could say from since I have started until now, I feel better as a person, I feel with more confident, I feel as a guy who is going to be treated with respect. But still this doesn't change the image that I haven't been in any kinda of relationships with girls or women, I have some friends... which are girls... but the things are things... and we are just friends and ... I am not really into pushing the stuff, they don't look like suitable girls for me.
What I am searching something much better! ...................... (So in short way said... very depressed guy, not with a lot of friends, at first place I was seeing myself as a nerd, but some of my friends put me as geek, most of mine tries with have went in a very awkward manner. I am anxious, full of anxiety.... very shy person. Not into talking with girls neither and with males... I am just "OUTCAST".) So my tips for you, so far are from a POV from which I am sure in 100% that people should stick to them, probably I am not the best example of a guy. But still this tips are not about something deeper, it's about the stuff which are on the top of the sea. TIPS FOR GUYS
1. Don't play as Mr. Nice Guy. (They always end up in Friend Zone Town) 2. Don't Apolegetic with girls/women. (You are man and you have made a choice, now is the time to stick to it.) 3. Don't try with Ordinary compliments. (Which mean to use complimets which are used from the majority of people. You should be different... Original - To Be More Correct, is the word.) 4. Challange the girls/women which you like. 5. Stop with Jerking Off. 6. Eye Contact is very important when you talk to a girl which you like. (It's very important when you talk to a girl, to look her into the eyes.)
7. Smiles are important. 8. Being Honest is also important.
Week 1 I am going to write down my progress. 1. No More Excuses. 2. Put it on the extreme level. (If you want to do something, and to get some type of progress, you should try to work with your fears or in other words try something which is Extreme, for example Extreme Sports.) 3. Adapting Girls. (If you have difficulty with adapting with women, you should try to get in circles in which you are surrounded by girls/women and try to make it as you most people will put it as "Comfort Zone".) 4. Learn Something New. (Without new knowledge, you are going to fail... the whole idea is to apply new stuff in practice.)
Day 1 1. I was in circle (In other words said, I was around a girl/woman which I liked... I went near them.... That move was made just to adapt the change.) Need to work out: On anxiety and getting nervous. I am very anxious person - nothing more into it. I became nervous... when I started pushing myself too much out of the comfort zone. For example one girl was looking me while she was playing with hair, it made me feel nervous. 2. There is a bitch shield (Sometimes women like to challenge guys by they getting more protective. There are two shields one defense- Which is nearly impossible to break and attack shield - which is more easier as for breaking.) 3. Mr. Nice Guy (I don't understand why Mr. Nice Guy can't be accepted... Since I was a kiddo 7-8 years old, to me it was told that I should play the nice guy. So I started becoming, transforming into a such person, but I started seeing leaks which were like getting into awkward moments, being rejected in a nice way.... But still there is more to learn about the "Mr.Nice Guy".) 4. I was On the Extreme Level
Day 2 1. Fail, Fail and Fail (Yeah, yeah I know the theory... but it little shakes me inside... it just feels wrong.)
2. Encountering Strange Guy/s (It's supposedly to be another story but ets don't put a full stop somewhere around here. I will be more focusing on "The Strangest Guy", he was looking me in a very strange way.... from eyes, up to head... and just everything was strange in this guy. Who in fucking hell looks at you in such manner?) 3. Muscles (At Least, I am not jerking off... that's good news to be heard from me. If I was doing that, I was going to blame it on "Jerking Oof", but now who to blame? We went too far away from the topic, I don't get the idea of muscles, but I feel like I need muscles... I should be stronger, but WHY?.... No fucking clue, the truth is the truth and I see getting stronger as something which is 0-minded.)
Day 3 1. Fail, Fail and Fail (Yeah, yeah I know the theory... but it little shakes me inside... it just feels wrong.)
2. Encountering Strange Guy/s (It's supposedly to be another story but ets don't put a full stop somewhere around here. I will be more focusing on "The Strangest Guy", he was looking me in a very strange way.... from eyes, up to head... and just everything was strange in this guy. Who in fucking hell looks at you in such manner?) 3. Muscles (At Least, I am not jerking off... that's good news to be heard from me. If I was doing that, I was going to blame it on "Jerking Oof", but now who to blame? We went too far away from the topic, I don't get the idea of muscles, but I feel like I need muscles... I should be stronger, but WHY?.... No fucking clue, the truth is the truth and I see getting stronger as something which is 0-minded.)
Day 4 I should be proud or sad? This will be the question which should shake your mind. I am sad because some kinda asshole just ruin my night. But I am proud, for? (P.S. - Yeah, sure... Today = Today) 1. Success (I should put myself as a successful person, If I have favourite comedians. So I have here are my top 6, favourite comedians since 1 day and half...
1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.
Bill Burr Tom Papa Jim Norton Louis CK Robin Williams Brent Butt
.... I should be successful person If I have period in my life in which I laugh and laugh and laugh... not at some kinda shitty stuff... but on the way how is presented... the truth... The most funniest way! ) 2. Laugh (If You laugh at something which is faken it sucks... if you laugh at
somebody who has prepared what to tell and you see the way to be a real cliche..... It means that it sucks again... it should be natural ... Jim Norton and Robin Williams are very natural comedians.) 3. Anxiety (Wow... wow...wow my heart has stopped beating so fast... but still I get some specific chills in which I should work. It's for sure after few hours of comedy... I am feeling like a brand new guy. Less Nervous and Less Anxious. I can't say on 100% that "Anxiety", has gone. But stIll a piece of it has gone, I hope this for the better....) 4. Challenge (I put to myself a challenge.. . And I made it.... On Sunday - Not this one "Now", but the previous Sunday... Which I had a chance to meet some new people while getting involved in English TV Show or Gladiator Series. My role there wasn't something big... it was something small but in the frama of 12 Hours, I made in about 5-6 Friends. - Rough said = As Always! But the sad truth is that I could get only 3 Phone Numbers.... This there wasn't a challenge which happen on Sunday, it was just trying out new things in my life. Somewhere around the 15/07/2017 - I had a small talk with a stranger.. . - Main Reason = Dog. 16/07/2017 - Which is today... Few people on the way to the fitness... Just started talking to me .... Totally Random Stranger.
1. The first Guy... Saw that one car ... wasn't following what The Traffic Lights were saying. - Good Reason, For A Small Talk! 2. The Second Guy... Oh yeah rain came on the way... and he started with making strange sounds like "Ysshsdassaaaaaa"... - Something like that and look after few minutes with started talking... - Again Fast and Small Talk. 3. The Third "Whatever" - Not sure how to name it... It was one girl wanting from me money.... it was about some kinda donation as far as I know. 4. The Fourth Guy - Small talk with the cashier 5. The Fifth "Whatever" - I don't know how to name this person also... It was talking with the girl which was again playing some kinda role as a Cashier in the Fitness. 6. The Sixth Guy - Oho.. . Fast talk again with a stranger... but a fast conversation... .... Oho.. . I Really fail here... I felt little nervous and anxious. I wanted to talk with one girl... she was looking at me... But I couldn't make it - Unfortunately..., it was most likely exchanging Face Expressions... Than something else - Sadly... I Really wanted to talk with her... but I couldn't... But StIll..
We should point out that I was less anxious... and I was feeling like a new person with a new skin. 7. The Seventh Guy - Nothing more than a small talk with a stranger about his dog... He was walking the dog and that was a good reason to strike a conversation... It was a feeling inside which was saying "Go and talk with this guy"...
16/07/2017 - Challange from out of 5... I talked to 7 Strangers Tomorrow Challange is going to be out of 8 or 9 Strangers to talk to. 5. Celebrate (Yes... Indeed I am going to celebrate... ... I am very exhausted... it has been a long day and I have done moves which are out of my comfort zone. But stIll.. . FAILURE = IS FAILURE... I WON'T GET UOSET UPSET FOR SOMETHING LITTLE... I DID MY BEST AND I AM TRYING TO CHANGE MYSELF.
I HAVE BEEN AROUND A LOT OF MATERIAL AND NOW I AM STILL GETTING USED TO IT... I NEED TIME TO APPLY IT... INTO MY ACTIONS.) 6. Muscles (IT has been great to come back today and to make some muscles into the frame of few hours.)
Day 5 Sclwible and Eable, let's double it once and for all. Don''t try to get in home after ... before even giving a feedback of your day. 1. Yesterday - Yeah I was bad in talking to strangers... and I done something out of 5... I made it up to 6-7. 2. Today - Today is the day from which I should be proud, not because I am typing right now or that I got a little piece of hair on my dessert. As for DESSERT, - It was one of those days which are horrific. I could put down that yesterday I even did got my Challange from "The Art Of Charm", but today I have it. 'Til Yesterday... I was one of the most anxious people. But today I got my new "Challange"... I just need to collect my guts and to do it. But what I am proud of today is that I got a chance to speak to few strangers. This which I am doing it's something out of my comfyzone. Probably with the same Movement, I am going to break the ice from some creepy young guy. I am going to become more sociable. 3. Take Action
- If I am here, it means that I am not as good in talking as you think* **** .... But life should be a place of goals Day 4 - In My Case was with goal Out of 5 Day 5 - In My Case was with goal Out of 7 I completed my first challange, then my second. I should really celebrate this whole shIT... and talking to 17 - Strangers about different topics, areas... I should be one of my biggest progress which I have achieved in my life. 4. Talking To Strangers - Some people could ignore you and even be treating neutral. But others will be with a smile and even celery open. Talking to new people to crowds it's a skill which you should have. In the end of your day... you don't care about the topics, but you care about the way one conversation has went. Were people laughing?
Were the strangers open into talking with "You"? You don't give about the shit which you were throwing at them. Probably topics which are shirty and in the same time probably there will be one exceltion a guy who will be staring at you... - Right into the eyes! BUT NOT REALLY INTO TALKING - IT'S SO CREEPY! (P.S. - The Feeling now is like a brainstorm... so much topics are coming in my head and by writing about one of them... I lose the others = Sacrafice.) Today my day was not really into the mood to talk and meet new people. But you know that humans are build on being nice with strangers and friendlier and when they become friends with them we start seeing their true self - HoW FUCKED UP IS THAT? 5. Circles - It'S very important how do you attack somebody which means the way you talk to a stranger. Is it something with options. Like Mike: There are few parks around this here area. Mike: 1. 1 Km 2. 2 Km 3. 3 Km 4. 7 Km Mike: Which is the best choice "Mr.".
Mr. Stranger: l "3", It's much cleaner and more sociable area. **** Probably this here conversation could be a better one by being more creative or to try something else. You shouldn't follow scenario, try to be Original. But when is about circles... I had met strangers which were treating me very well, much better than my friends, but I have friends with which I had a lot of fun but still some of them sometimes are just "Assholes" - Prefix. (Note: This above is a social Circle.) 6. Nothing - The topic is like nothing... PEOPLE SAID that's going to be rainy. But nothing has really happened... the weather is fine! - In Life You should be prepared for the time when you should get out of you comfyzone and make some new friends. Because you know that one day - Your Friends are going to go somewhere on Holiday or Somewhere else by themself wot with their parents and "You". You are going to be left alone; but still you have friends... BUT THEY JUST AREN'T HERE IN THIS COUNTRY or Area. I REMEMBER ONE OF THOSE DAYS AND HAS BEEN VERY DEPRESSING FEELING. BUT IF YOU WANT TO KEEP A FRIENDSHIP WITH SPECIFIC PEOPLE ONCE AND FOR AWHILE YOU SHOULD SPEND FEW HOURS WITH THEM, WHEN STUFF SUSPENSEFUL YOU JUST BECOME NICE AND LEAVE THE CONVERSATION. You could lie like
"I have work to do." "I have to go and finish watching *The Series" *The Series - Put the name of the series "I have to go and finish watching the *The Film" *The Film - Put the name of the Movie "It's getting too late... I am going to go." .... Or you can be honest with them... If you study... tell them that you should go home to study or If you go to fitness tell them... like "In period *Insert Time and *Insert Time, I should be in the Fitness.. . AS ALREADY KNOW I WANT TO Fix my shape... GETT FEW WEIGHTS DOWN... GET SOME MUSCLES." 7. Original - Come on bitch don't cry... I HAVEN'T CRIED FROM A VERY LONG TIME AND I HAVE FORGOTTEN THE WHOLE FEELING OF IT. PEOPLE TALKING TO DOGS... BIRDS ... PETS LOOK CRAZY.. . DON'T THEY? The truth here is if you want results you should try to be Original.
Day 6 Now it's little bit late and I am trying to understand the behavior of M.D. House by Using George Carlin. So far:
1. Critical Thinker 2. Black Humor (He Likes to play with it) 1. Comedy (A lot of time spend time in accepting our self- That's what Tom Papa is trying to tell us, Louis C.K. and Even Him Norton. NOBODY all here stand up comedians is saying the same... all these comedians are pointing out specific topics in which they are very well familiar. George Carlin - I have been around him since yesterday up today from the mornig up to now... right now. 00:23... Not all day but in the frame of 2-3 hours. What I found interesting is that he likes to reveal the truth about politicians, politics and many other topics in a humorous way even expressing his opinion in a funny way.) 2. Chat (I had a small talk with new people... SONE OF THEM WERE BY ME FORCED TO TALK TO ME... OTHERS WERE JUST OPEN AND READY TO TALK TO "ME".... 13 OUT 10 PEOPLE.... My Challange was to talk to 10 Strangers ... But today I had a small conversation with 13 Strangers.)
3. Jerking Off - I just saw a bitch on the street... and I wanted to fuck... to fuck.. .. but I don'T WANT TO JERK-OFF so my question is ARE BOTH THINGS THE SAME? IS IT PUTTING FLESH INSIDE A FLESH... OR PUTTING FLESH INSIDE HAND 4. Topics - Different variety of topics ... My conversations with strangers make a strike. 5. God Bless Ya ( He doesn't exist... feels like I am trying to insult you in the most nicest way. Which has been ever told by the nation or HAS IT BEEN?)
Day 7 Days are going fast sometimes stuff happen which you just don't understand.
1. Work Out - I am working out on my body... building some muscles.... walking and typical stuff. But this is a routine since 1 Month. 2. Challenge - Once again I completed again my challange I was little worried and made some mistakes.But still I tried to talk to new people first day in about 6 People, second 7-8... then 13....and now I am planning something like 15-16 New People to talk to. Of Course once again, we are talking again about strangers. Not some people which I know but strangers.! 3. This Are The Points - And looks like those are the points... (I am sorry that I was late... but I was tired yesterday, but I had first 6-7 conversations easy... then it come a momment when I thought that I won't finish my challange and started to I force conversations it became into 8... then 9... again a force made by me and again was feeling like I will fail after all there were few more numbers until 13 and I need to find strangers and to find a good topic the bad neews about this is that I am alone it sucks! ... Better to be with someone which I know and it's going in a way which
is much fun that.... But, Yesterday wasn't the only example of forced conversation I had one of those and before... I have done it and before... but there are and conversations out of free-will. It's awesome after all there are people which are interested in talking to me... WITHOUT MEFORCING. - There are days which "You Can't close the Conversation" - Which sucks I remember those days and they are like a nightmare... WALKING INSIDE MY MIND!
Chapter 8 Note: I am going to hurt myself, so???? WHO GIVES A 'UCK? ... P.S. = Nope, it's not a tutorial!
SCP-2928 Item #: SCP-2928 Object Class: Euclid (formerly Keter) Special Containment Procedures: Agents globally embedded in law enforcement agencies and tabloid media are to monitor incoming information for possible SCP-2928 sightings and activity. Suspected SCP-2928 sightings are to be investigated by MTF Beta-19 ("Nightingales"), and confirmed instances are to be contained if possible or terminated if necessary. SCP-2928 instances are to be contained in separate standard humanoid containment units within Site ██. Personnel that come into direct contact with SCP-2928, including all members of MTF Beta-19, must maintain a mental comprehension of SCP-2928 as outlined by the components of Operation KUDZU. Operation KUDZU is to remain in effect indefinitely. Operation KUDZU is designed to create and prolong existing media that effectively acts as an anti-meme toward SCP-2928. Creators of media that qualify are to be contacted in an effort to extend the duration of their work, but are not to be given any factual information about the Foundation or its goals. Once acquired, KUDZU content creators are to be placed under Foundation protection. Although the exact date of the breach is unknown, on 12/02/1996 it was discovered the effects of SCP-2928 had extended to all SCP-2928 documentation. As such, the memetic trigger within this document has been expunged to prevent perception alterations within personnel, and all possible future triggers will similarly be expunged. Those with sufficient clearance, and who have been effectively inoculated against the effects of SCP-2928, have been given access to an unedited interview containing otherwise expunged data.
Description: SCP-2928 are humanoids that, while in an Alpha Phase, cause hallucinations1 in those who observe them. An Alpha Phase is a voluntary action, and causes SCP-2928 to appear as the affected subject conceptually understands [DATA EXPUNGED], an effect which carries over to video and photographs. The most common hallucinatory effect is an inability to detect SCP-2928, due to the common stereotype of [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-2928 are otherwise anatomically and genetically identical to non-anomalous humans. Most SCP-2928 display a rudimentary knowledge of other anomalies, and on rare occasions wield anomalous items as weapons and tools. SCP-2928 publicizing information to perpetuate the intended effect of being undetectable have been confirmed as early as the 15th century. The United States experienced a dramatic increase in media concerning [DATA EXPUNGED] during the 1980s, primarily in the movie industry. SCP-2928 activity showed a marked increase due to these spikes in public conception of [DATA EXPUNGED], and the resulting increased effectiveness of SCP-2928 being undetectable. In 1999, ███████ ████ began the serialization of the ██████ series. The content of this series resulted in viewers regarding [DATA EXPUNGED] as much more conspicuous entities, weakening the intended effectiveness of the SCP-2928 anomaly. While it is unknown if the creator intended to combat SCP-2928, the Foundation successfully increased the duration of the series with the creation of Operation KUDZU. With the continued moderate success of Operation KUDZU, Object Class has officially been changed from Keter to Euclid. - Clearance Accepted. Displaying SCP-2928-13 Interview SCP-2928-13: I'm a ninja! Dr. Suzuki: Chuckles Yes, I understand that. I can still see you. Though you look like a Japanese theater stagehand to me. SCP-2928-13: Laughs Worth a shot. I freaked the janitor out
once. SCP-2928-13 ends Alpha Phase Alright, go ahead. Dr. Suzuki: Can you explain to me what your organization hopes to accomplish? SCP-2928-13: First off, I'm not a member anymore. You know that. As for what we did, we made ends meet. Kill folks, steal stuff, get paid. That's really it, at least for the grunts like me. They're magical mercs for hire, nothing more. Same thing for hundreds of years. They just like doing it unnoticed. So they played with your database a bit back in‌ was it '95? Dr. Suzuki: 1996. Checks notes Can you tell me about the Alpha Phase, the cause of the hallucinations? SCP-2928-13: It's a hidden discipline of ninjutsu. Officially there are only eighteen, but this is number twenty-one. We go through this ritual, and we bind ourselves to an idea. So we were supposed to be ultra-stealthy, you know? Because that's what everyone thinks ninjas are. Dr. Suzuki: How have recent developments within pop culture affected the organization? SCP-2928-13: It's ridiculous. My father didn't have to deal with this. He was a master assassin, one with the night. I was too, for a while. Then in the early 2000s things changed, any mission ran the risk of being a giant neon sign if the wrong person was around. We tried solving the problem the good old-fashioned way, but we kept running into problems. You guys, no doubt. Then things went wrong during an assassination in Somalia, I had to go into hiding. The clan was all I knew, and now they want me dead. Dr. Suzuki: And this led you to attempt to contact us? SCP-2928-13: Yeah. Friend of a friend, yadda yadda, UIU threw me at you guys.
Dr. Suzuki: Oh yes, one more thing. Concerning the propaganda series created in 1984 — SCP-2928-13: The turtles? I don't know, there was a lot of cocaine involved in their creation. Dr. Suzuki: Heh. I see. So they do not actually exist, then? SCP-2928-13: What? Oh. No, they're real. I meant, there was coke involved in their actual creation. The comics were just us covering our asses. Footnotes1. Includes audio, olfactory, and visual hallucinations.
SCP-1529
Body of a hiker encountered by SCP-1529 on the northern ridge in 19██. Photo taken 17 hours after contact. Item #: SCP-1529 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1529's native environment is to be kept under telescope and satellite surveillance whenever weather and daylight permit. Year-round telescope surveillance is to be conducted from the Foundation's permanent monitoring stations in ███████████, Nepal and ████████████, People's Republic of China. As early in the year as weather permits, a Foundation front company, South Chomolungma Portage, shall establish forward monitoring stations at base camp on the northern and southern ascents, and at the higher camps as weather permits (with the exception of Camp VI on the northern ascent and Camp IV on the
southern), to be maintained until weather conditions force the evacuation of the mountain for the season. When SCP-1529 is active, telescope surveillance will be conducted by means of an automatic telescope with a video feed playing at seven seconds delay to avoid a repeat of Incident 1529-2. When necessary and safe, surveillance shall be conducted by airplane or helicopter. The Foundation shall liaise with civilian expedition coordinators as necessary to prevent attempts on the summit when SCP-1529 is active. The bodies of any hikers who encounter SCP-1529 are to be removed from the mountain as soon as possible for autopsy and disposal. All SCP-1529 related casualties shall be attributed to natural causes relating to altitude sickness and hypothermia. Any survivors and/or witnesses are to be debriefed and administered a Class-B amnesiac. Mobile Task Force Psi-29029, ("Alpine Echo") shall remain on standby at all times at the Foundation monitoring station in ███████████. During tours of duty, all members of the MTF shall remain at all times in a pressurized environment acclimatized to 7,900 meters above sea level. In the event that a recurrence of Incident 1529-1 occurs, Alpine Echo shall deploy to the mountain by helicopter and attempt Procedure Boukreev. Description: SCP-1529 is a humanoid individual residing near the summit of Mt. Everest in Nepal, above the 8,000 meter "death zone" mark where human acclimatization is believed to be impossible. SCP1529 appears to be of average height and weight and is dressed head to toe in what resembles standard mountaineering wear and boots, colored white. SCP-1529's face is entirely obscured by the hood of its parka and what appears to be an oversized pair of opaque black mountain goggles. SCP-1529 has never been observed to wear any other clothes. As very few living people have observed SCP-1529 except through a telescope, it is not known whether its coverings are clothes or part of its body, or what it may look like underneath (except as per Interview 1529-1.) The Foundation became aware of SCP-1529 in the 1970s when annual expeditions to the summit of Mt. Everest became
commonplace, and rumors began to circulate in the mountaineering community about a "monster" near the summit. Photographs found undeveloped in George Mallory's1 camera after the discovery of his remains in 1999 indicate that SCP-1529 was present and active by the time of his attempt on the summit, and was not then significantly different in appearance than it is today. (Foundation media assets have reported that Mallory's camera was never found, and that his death was the result of a fall.) During periods when daylight is sufficient and cloud cover allows for surveillance of the mountain, SCP-1529 is on average observable ██% of the time. For ██% of that time, SCP-1529 is "inactive", and lies or sits motionless. Recorded periods of inactivity have extended from 17 minutes to (possibly) 8 months; median period of inactivity is 23.4 days. When "active", SCP-1529 can be observed to climb about the upper reaches of the mountain and summit in no discernible direction. SCP-1529 has never been observed to use any tools or climbing aids other than its hands or feet, and while travelling along established climbing routes will ignore the existence of guide ropes or ladders that have been installed by previous climbers. SCP-1529 has demonstrated an ability to climb or descend sections of the mountain's face believed impassable to conventional mountaineers, has never been observed to fall or lose its grip, and is seemingly unencumbered by sub-zero temperatures, high winds, thin air, or low atmospheric pressure. The cause of its becoming active or inactive is unknown, and shows no correlation to weather, time of day, traffic up the mountain, season, or time of year. SCP-1529 has never been observed to descend below the 8,000 meter mark (except as per Incident 1529-1.) Documented periods of activity have extended from 3 hours to (possibly) 6 days; median documented period is 15.2 hours. Nighttime observation of SCP-1529 has thus far proved impossible. Infrared imaging has shown no difference in temperature between SCP-1529 and the surrounding mountainside. If human climbers ascend past the 8,000 meter mark while SCP-
1529 is active, it will attempt to make its way towards them and interpose itself between them and the summit or camp. SCP-1529 seems to prefer to target solo climbers or climbers that are significantly ahead of or behind the rest of their group, but will target individuals within a group if such an opportunity does not present itself. Once SCP-1529 is within eyesight of a traveller it will attempt to gain his/her attention and cause the traveller to make eye contact with it, which induces a hypnotic effect in the victim. The victim finds it very difficult to break eye contact with SCP-1529 and will begin to feel very warm and comfortable, and enticed to sit down and relax. Once the climber has stopped moving, SCP-1529 will close range with the climber and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Death from hypothermia appears to occur within 1-2 hours of making eye contact with SCP-1529, much more quickly than is typical for climbers stuck near the summit. After death, SCP-1529's victims experience an extremely accelerated state of decay: after several hours or days, bodies have become rotted and mummified in levels comparable to bodies that have lain exposed on the mountain for several decades. Of the approximately 220 people who have died in the high altitudes of Everest since 1924, SCP-1529 is believed to have accounted for at least ███. █ people have survived encounters with SCP-1529, almost all (except as per Interview 1529-1) due to another mountaineer assisting the victim before SCP-1529 made physical contact. SCP-1529 does not appear to be capable of entrancing more than one climber at a time; however, physical encounters between SCP-1529 and more than one person have been noted to lead to [DATA EXPUNGED]. Purpose and motivation for SCP1529's behavior is unknown; see Interview 1529-1 for speculation. INCIDENT 1529-1: On ██/██/19██, SCP-1529 entered Camp V on the northern approach, at 7,775 meters, and [DATA EXPUNGED]. ██ casualties occurred, including both Foundation personnel operating the Camp V monitoring post. Foundation assets in the
media attributed the deaths to a sudden storm and poor planning on the part of expedition coordinator ███ ████, who was among the deceased. SCP-1529 had not been under observation at the time due to its having entered active phase sometime during the night, and had not yet been located on telescope. To date this is the first and only documented instance of SCP-1529 travelling below the 8,000 meter mark or entering any camp while inhabited. INCIDENT 1529-2: On ██/██/20██, Agent ██████ in the permanent facility in China, engaged in telescope surveillance of SCP-1529 while it was active near the summit of the mountain. ██████ reported that SCP-1529, while facing in the direction of the base, looked directly in the direction of the telescope. ██████ immediately reported symptoms consistent with an SCP-1529 encounter and reported that SCP-1529 had begun descending the mountain in the direction of the permanent facility. ██████ was unable to pull himself away from the telescope and had to be manually restrained and sedated 17 minutes after beginning of encounter, whereupon he was rushed to facility sickbay and found to have a core body temperature of 27°C and signs of frostbite in the fingers and toes, despite having remained indoors at a room temperature of 24 °C for the duration of the encounter. Agent █████, who attempted to resume surveillance after ██████'s illness, found SCP-1529 still descending the mountain and encountered similar symptoms. Telescope surveillance was discontinued until ██/██, when aerial surveillance confirmed that SCP-1529 had ceased to descend and had entered an inactive state. INTERVIEW LOG 1529-1 - Hide log Interviewed: L██████ ████, hereafter "L." Interviewer: Agent █████
Foreword: On ██/██/20██, L. was reportedly killed during an encounter with SCP-1529 when it abruptly became active shortly after L. had reached the mountain's summit. However, L. was found alive when another team reached his position nearly two days later, and was removed safely from the mountain. He required fingertip and toe amputations due to frostbite, but is otherwise making a full recovery. The following is an excerpt from L.'s debriefing prior to his discharge from hospital. Begin Log █████: Tell me about what happened when you encountered the creature. L.: It can't have been more than ten minutes after I left the summit, about 1300. That's the hardest part of the climb. You've reached the top and you're exhilarated and proud of yourself, and then you realize you've just done the most difficult thing you've ever done in your life - and you have to do it all over again, right now, backwards, or you'll end up like Green Boots.2 The others were five or six meters ahead of me - I'd been delayed a moment to adjust my hood. That's when I saw it come over the ridge. █████: What was your reaction when you first saw it? L.: Surprised, to say the least. We hadn't been told there was anyone else climbing to the top that day. I thought he must have come over from the other side, or gotten left behind by his mates. I shouted and waved my hands in the air to try and get his attention. █████: What happened when you got its attention? L.: 'E looked right at me, and that's when it started. I suddenly felt… happy? Relieved? It was like right away all the pain and the soreness and the chill was gone. I didn't have blisters on my feet and I could feel the tip of my nose again. It was like I was back in ██████████ kicking up my feet by the fireplace, like I could forget all my worries and enjoy a well-deserved rest. But… █████: …But?
L.: It didn't feel right. Have you ever heard of paradoxical undressing? When your body starts to cool down, really cool down, your blood vessels dilate and you start to feel like you're warming up. So you start tearing off your clothes because you feel like you're burning up and you need to cool off - and the next thing anyone knows, you're naked and frozen to death curled up in a snow bank. I had a mate who went that way in '98. As far as I know he's still curled up next to the Hillary Step.3 █████: So you believed you were imagining it. L.: Right. So I tried to shrug it off, but I couldn't take my eyes off the man who'd started climbing up towards me. And that's when it all went to shit. █████: How so? L.: Right away all that warmth and comfort was gone. Suddenly I felt cold - colder than I'd been before. Colder than I had a right to be. I couldn't feel my fingers or my face. My lips felt cracked and frozen. I tried to breathe and it was like my lungs were full of water. My legs cramped up and next thing I knew I was down. My mates were almost thirty meters off by now. I tried to yell to them but all that came out was a whisper. I looked up and that man - that thing was still coming. █████: How long did it take for it to reach you? L.: An hour? I'm not sure. I couldn't see my watch and I don't think I could've made sense of it anyway. I managed to get my arms on the ground but I couldn't push myself to my feet. It was getting to the point that even if I could right myself I wouldn't be able to make it back to camp before nightfall. I was starting to think I wasn't making it off the mountain at all - but what worried me more was the man. The closer he got to me, I started to feel something in the back of my head - something primal, and menacing, and above all, hateful. █████: What happened when it reached you?
L.: It grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up to face it. I was looking right into those goggles, those eyes… █████: Were they goggles or eyes? L.: Neither. Both. I don't know. But it was like I could see things in them. Not see them, so much… more like feel them. Images and feelings in the back of my mind. Rage, and joy, and… confusion. █████: Confusion? L.: I don't think it was used to people resisting it. It asked me a question. █████: It spoke? L.: Not words, so much. I could hear it, but not with my ears. I saw images of people - people sitting back in hot tubs, laying by a crackling fire, sunning themselves on the beach. Warm, happy people. But I knew their faces. They were faces I'd seen in books, and in pictures, and people I'd seen on the way up the mountain who I hadn't seen on the way down. I saw Green Boots! People still lying face-down somewhere in the death zone. And I heard its question. █████: Which was? L.: "You would refuse my gift?" (L. became very troubled at this point in the interview and was silent for some time.) █████: Go on. L.: I could barely make sense of anything that was going on… but I knew that this thing in front of me was a bigger threat than any storm or any snow drift. Moving my lips was harder than anything I've ever done… but I did, and I told it "Yes." █████: How did it respond? L.: I saw more images. Images of those same people, lying in the snow, already half-dead. I could tell I was looking at them from its
perspective. It was [DATA EXPUNGED] them. I could've been sick. It didn't say anything to me in words so much - but it was angry at me. It was offended, outraged, shocked. It was trying to tell me I'd been ungrateful - and instead of relaxing peacefully while it [DATA EXPUNGED] I'd have to feel every minute of it. I asked it, "Why are you doing this?" █████: What did it say then? L.: It mocked me. (L. is silent again.) █████: Just a few more questions, please. How did it mock you? L.: It… it showed me another one of its victims. Probably the first one. Mallory. 1924. I'd have known that face like my own mother's, but I'd never seen it in that kind of detail before… or in that condition. He was on his stomach. Weak. Frostbitten. Dying. He was waving and hollering at the thing as I watched it approach from its own perspective. It looked him in the eyes and it [DATA EXPUNGED]. It made me watch every second until it was done. I think watching it was worse than living it would've been. And then it told me… (L. is silent.) █████: Told you what? L.: "Because it's there."4 █████: What happened next? L.: I wasn't going to let [DATA EXPUNGED] happen to me. It was holding me up, so I had just enough strength to ball up my fist. I punched it. Hard as I could, every last ounce of strength I had. Right in the goggles. They cracked. I could see what was behind them. █████: What was that?
L.: [DATA EXPUNGED] I don't remember much after that. I must have gotten into my bivvy bag somehow because that's how they found me. End Log Closing Statement: After L.'s encounter with SCP-1529, it was not observed, active or inactive, for 5 months, 17 days, 19 hours. Upon next observation, its goggles showed no signs of damage or wear. L. passed away on ██/██/20██. Foundation media assets have reported that the cause of death was due to complications from childhood exposure to asbestos. An autopsy performed by the Foundation indicated that L. was suffering extreme hypothermia, frostbite, and cerebral edema at the time of his death. L. had retired from mountaineering following the SCP-1529 encounter and had not travelled more than 500 meters above sea level in the 12 months preceding his death. - Hide log ADDENDUM: On ██/██/20██, aerial surveillance picked up an image of an individual of similar appearance to SCP-1529 near the summit of ████████ ███████, ██████. As the government of ██████ has prohibited mountaineering, threat to normalcy is negligible at this time. Aerial and satellite surveillance of ███████ ███████ will continue on a regular basis until permanent monitoring stations can be established. Footnotes1. English mountaineer who perished in 1924 after possibly becoming the first man to reach the summit of Everest2. Nickname given to the body of Tsewang Paljor, who — while wearing a distinctive bright green pair of mountain boots — collapsed and died on the main trail along the northern approach in 1996.3. A sheer rock face near the summit on the southeast approach, named for Sir Edmund Hillary, the first man to successfully traverse it in 1953.4. Quote attributed to Mallory in the New York Times, 1923, when asked why he wanted to climb Everest.
Holder of Life In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Life". The worker will try to suppress a groan and you will have to ask again. He will then lead you to an operating room that looks just like any other you might or might not have seen in your life. The worker will give you a scalpel and then leave you alone in the room, locking the door behind him. You will have to wait. Wait for almost an hour. Then the door will open and several people will enter the room, including a pregnant woman. The woman will lie down on the operating table; the other people, who will look like doctors, will prepare everything for the child's birth. While they do that, you will be able to ask the woman one question. Ask "How can they be reassembled?� nothing else, or the doctors will begin to skin and disassemble you. You will be fully conscious while they do this. If you have asked the right question, the woman will begin to scream, the child is about to be born. You will have to wait until it's over, and one of the doctors will give you the child, moving his mouth, but without sound coming from his lips. As soon as he finishes 'talking' and smiles, you will have to throw the child to the ground and ram the scalpel into its head, or else it will smash your rib-cage and rip your heart out with inhuman strength. If you have thrown the child to the ground in time, it will, despite the scalpel in its head, answer the question you have asked earlier. It will speak with a demonic voice that might drive you mad. While it is talking, the other people in the room will vanish without leaving a trace. After the child finishes talking, it will simply die and the door of the room will unlock. You are now free to go, if you have not been driven mad by the voice.
The dead baby is object 11 of 538. Dare you not remove the scalpel?
Holder of Wealth
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Wealth." The worker will raise one eyebrow, as if puzzled by your request. Ask a second time, and the worker will shrug and take you across the street, where an opulent mansion awaits. This mansion was not there when you started your quest, but it's best that you not preoccupy yourself with the mansion's origin. Its owner would rather not scare you away. Inside the front door will lie a grand staircase, spiraling up across the foyer. The walls will be covered with fine paintings, and a large marble statue will rest on a pedestal by the base of the stairs. The statue's eldritch features will evoke an image of a truly horrific beast, at once both alien and evil. Admire it all you want, but don't touch it, unless you wish to awaken this starved monster. Ascend the staircase. As long as you touch nothing, you will be in no danger. Don't panic. At the top of the stairs will be a small, unassuming wooden door. It will open for you, so long as you are not afraid.
You should see a man with a pointed goatee and short, cropped, gelled hair standing behind a large desk of what will appear to be mahogany. His suit will appear to be made of both human flesh and Italian silk. He may speak, and at great length. He will talk about his amazingly beautiful house and the lovely statue of his concubine resting downstairs. Do not interrupt him, and do not answer any questions he may ask. When he is finished, steel yourself and confidently ask, "May I have my salary?" He will proceed to explain to you, in great detail, the value of life. He will talk of things worse than death, and he will tell you exactly what he expects you to do. The fabulous interior of the room will rot away, and the floor will turn from French weave to feces. His own appearance will become unimaginably cyclopean and horrendous. He will then fish out a small bank note from the inside of his human suit and hand it to you. That note is Object 8 of 538. Its Holder is counting on you to spend it.
Holder of Wisdom In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Wisdom." The worker will chuckle and you will be guided to an empty room. The worker will hand you a key and tell you to wait some time in the room until you hear a bell ring. Then you have to lock the door, wait until a second ring and unlock it. It will open all by itself and reveal a long hallway, with all colors you may or may not know painted onto the walls, ceiling and floor. Follow the hallway until you hear a little girl singing. Stop, close your eyes and stay where you are until the girl finishes the song, even if you think that it will drive you mad. If you do move, run. Run back to the door where you came from, as fast as you can. Jump through the window of the room where you waited before and you might live. Should you be unable to reach the window in time, you will be dragged back into the hallway by something that is not a little girl, pulled by this horror until time itself ends, forever feeling the pain of every soul dragged to an early grave. If you do not move and the song ceases, you are free to turn around and leave forever, or walk deeper into the hallway, until you reach a door in the shape of a human. Open this door with the same key that was given to you earlier, walk inside and close it behind you. In the middle of the room you will see a desk with a bright candle and behind the desk will sit a man, with his face hidden by the shine of the candle. Walk closer, but always keep the flame between you and the man's face, for if you witness what he looks like, your gaze will be fixed on his until your hands have removed every inch of skin off of your bones.
Stop when you are five steps away from the desk. The man will raise his hand and gesture you to come closer, but do not step any further than this. Close your eyes and ask him one question, nothing else. "Who will bring them back together?" You will hear the man rising from his chair and he will begin to pray. It will be a language you will not understand at first, but after two minutes, you will hear a name. Should you hear 'Anubis', then pray that your death will come quickly. If it is 'Thor' you hear, you may open your eyes. The man's head will be on the desk, cut off of the body, but still talking. After another three minutes, he will stop and begin to tell you how you will die. He will describe every minute detail of your horrible death, and you will be unable to move for the length of it. Lastly, he will describe the one who will steal your life away from you, and go into such detail as to why it is necessary that you yourself will question which would be the worst: you being murdered, or you being allowed to continue to live. Finally, the man's head will stop talking. It is object 9 of 538. It is up to you what you do with the knowledge of your death, for it now is inevitable.
Holder of the Future In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to see someone who calls himself the "Holder of the Future". Do not follow if the attendant offers to show you the way; he is not the true guide, and will lead you into madness. The true guide will fall silent and hand you a sheet of paper on which the way forward is written in lines of blood and fire. Walk forward, concentrating on the writing. If your focus doesn't waver, you will pass through both desk and man to find yourself in a long, disused hallway. It may once have seemed opulent, full of color and promise, but the walls are now stained and the carpet is black and filthy. As you pass through the hall images will flicker in previously-unseen windows. It may seem that, from the corner of your eye, you see friends long-dead beckon to you, or lost lovers turned young and new once more as they offer themselves to you again. Voices seem to whisper that the windows hold second chances, opportunities to make things right. You can choose again, they seem to say, but you mustn't look up from the paper in your hands. To do so is to glimpse fully what watches you from outside, and that would leave you at an end truly beyond salvation. Accounts differ as to the hallway's ultimate, impossible length. Some say that you must continue to walk until you have glimpsed each of all your possible futures through the windows. Others imply that the closer the time of uniting approaches, the shorter one will find the journey to the end of the hall. If the latter is true, may all who enter find their path long beyond reckoning. You may only look fully away from the paper at the end of the hallway, and even there you may never look behind you. The door before you leads into a ballroom that, like the hallway, has fallen from its former bright elegance into filth and despair. Move forwards into the gloom until the door and all chance of escape are lost
behind you. Walk with care. The Holder watches you even now. The path forward once passed straight through the center of the room, but the center has not held over the many years, and the way has...drifted. You may never find your way if it has drifted too far, and you will spend the rest of your unnaturally long life wishing you had given yourself to the windows' half-glimpsed temptations. If you are fortunate, however, you will find a single point where the little light remaining fades away completely, and there you must close your eyes and wait, regardless of what should happen next. If you have pleased the Holder, you will come to hear a cat's soft purr, and you will feel its warmth twining around your feet. You must keep your eyes closed until a voice has asked you "What will you do with them?" three times. To answer the first or second time will turn the purrs to snarls as the touch of a thousand razored claws pricks your throat. Only after the third and final time may you open your eyes. In front of you will be a woman lying on a bed. As with the rooms that preceded her chamber she might long ago have been stunningly beautiful, and though she lies naked on her bed she is nauseatingly fat, her skin pockmarked with bedsores and dead flesh and syphilitic blooms. Hundreds of cats cluster around her; eventually one will come to stand expectant at your feet. Speak only to this one, telling him "I will do what I must". He will then teach you the language of the cats, and once you have learned the others will tell you a secret that was never meant for human ears. You must never reveal it until such time when you have nothing else in the world to give; cats are jealous creatures and delight in the pain of those who betray their trust. Their secret is the 16th of 538. I may speak no more of it.
Holder of the Present In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask with no hesitation to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the Present." The worker will look at you vaguely; you have to ask him again. Once the worker understands your question he will lead you through a door into a hallway that looks like it's an extension of Hell itself. In this hallway you will find nothing but darkness and the feeling of unimaginable horror. If you should hear a shriek coming from the left of you, start running towards the door you just came from or you will be devoured by demons yelling incomprehensible babble from mouths awash with vile poison. If you should hear a shriek coming from the right of you, start running towards the door that your path leads to. Ignore the worker and keep running until you reach the door. If you should hear another shriek coming from anywhere around you, close your eyes and pray to the gods that your death will be a swift one. Should you not hear a shriek, just follow the worker until he unlocks the door at the other end of the hallway. He will now ask you to enter, and he will leave. In this room you will only find two things: a naked girl whose left hand is a mangled stump, seemingly torn to shreds by an otherworldly maw, and the rusted key chain she is holding. You must look at the key chain and may not avert your eyes from it. You can say nothing, except ask her this one question: "Why do they belong together?" Now move eyesight to the face of the girl. She will look at you and tell you the most gruesome story of the present, how this present has come to be, how it is now and eventually how it will be. The girl
will slowly move towards you, do not move, and stay still until she is but one footstep away from you. She will put the shredded piece of rot that was once her left hand on your shoulder. She will then whisper into your ear, "The time has come, and now you must die." Do not react to this statement. Just keep staring into her eyes and eventually you will feel something being pushed into your hand. The key chain is Object 17 of 538. Only the keys that are meant for it can be put on it, and all other keys shall be repelled.
Holder of Passion In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask with no hesitation to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Passion." The worker will blush and daydream; you will have to ask two more times until he finally nods and gestures you to follow him. He will lead you into a hallway. You will hear a muffled diesel engine, but for the moment, it does not matter. Ignore it for now. Instead, listen to any whispering you hear. If it stops, it is vital for your sanity that you shut your eyes, for a horrifying creature will emerge from the ground and after a short time leave through the ceiling. Should you hear the whispers in unknown languages until you and the warden reach a door made from stone, you are safe. Now, listen to the engine. If it keeps running, proceed and open the door. Do not even try to imagine what happens when the engine stops; nobody has ever been able to tell after it has stopped. Now, if the door has been opened, the worker will leave you alone. Enter the door and walk straight forward until it closes. Now, you have to say the words "Excuse me, I'd like to learn from you.†If you did anything wrong, you will be dead before you even realize it, so do not worry much about this. Should nothing happen for several dozen seconds, you may resume walking. Do this until you reach a heart that is as big as your head. Do not touch it, instead, turn around. You will see either the most beautiful woman or the most horrific creature your eyes have ever witnessed. The latter only appears if you have touched the still-beating heart. Its sight alone will almost drive you insane and haunt you for the rest of your life. Should you see the woman, look at her eyes, nowhere else, even if she does not wear any clothes. The beauty will literally blind you
and you will be forced to wander around in her realm until the end of your life. If you are able to keep looking at her eyes, you may ask one question: "Are they alive?" The woman will suddenly moan soundly and lay down on the ground, beginning to satisfy herself by masturbating. You must now quickly close your eyes and hold your ears shut with your hands, as her moaning will slowly destroy your mind and body, should you hear it clearly. After some time, you will feel someone touch your right shoulder. You may now open your eyes and lower your hands. Do not turn around to whoever touched you. Instead, look at where the woman was. She will now be gone, only ash is what is left of her. Search within the ash for her uterus. Take it and close your eyes. Open them again after you felt something cold touch your head. You will be back in the mental institute, behind the warden who guided you to the stone door. The uterus is Object 18 of 538. It has one child left to bear.
The Holder of Darkness In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask with no hesitation to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Darkness." The worker will mock you but you have to stay as calm as possible. Keep asking him until he stops denying and withdraws from his counter to guide you through the corridors. As his behavior changes radically, stay on guard, for if you start hearing one single tiny sinister hiss, you should turn around and flee as far as you can, covering your ears, because the time was bad. If you do not escape in time, the faint sound will turn into a dreadful growling, that will soon merge into a continuous shriek of sheer pain, until madness floods you and leaves you to die in a deafening agony. If the warden remains silent, he will lead you to a closed door with neither handles nor lock. As he pushes it open effortlessly, you will see an ascending winding staircase which can’t possibly lead to any upper floor of the establishment. The door will close behind you and you will not be able to push it back. Past this point, climb and do not turn back, or you will fall into a bottomless pit waiting for living prey to chew upon. Do not count the steps, for knowing how many there are will drive you to insanity. One will then creak, and at that point you should stop. Another door should appear on your left. If it is on your right, then pray for a swift passing. Enter slowly into the room, and a blinding, obscuring darkness shall descend upon you. You will be required to walk straight forward, for straying even slightly will lead you to be devoured by the roaming and unknown creatures observing you with blinded and purulent eyes. You will know you have arrived when coldness grips you. At that very moment, freeze, or you will die by the hands of the holder who is standing right in front of you. In complete darkness, even closing your eyes will not prevent you from his horrid appearance. It will form into your mind as the most outrageous monster ever conceived, and madness will try to creep into your brain as worms
over a decayed corpse. His fulminating breath and constant mumbling would be enough to make you cry, but be advised not to utter anything louder than a weeping, for you might wake what must not be awakened. The only question you will be able to whisper without being torn apart will be “What do they fear?†You will feel movements all around you, as shudders animate your opponents. You will hear what nameless and incurable diseases will strike the world if they were to be frightened, the countless terrors their own fright will unleash on those with a weaker mind than theirs. Amidst the atrocious enumeration of the endless sores the world will suffer, you might hear the simplest, almost ridiculous, yet implacable and certain truth they all fear. Do not move again. When your head is about to implode, it will stop. If you are still able to move, you will find a door in front of you which leads you outside of the ward. There, in the open, in the grass, a broken hourglass will wait for you. You are free to pick it up. It is object 13 of 538. Your knowledge of their fears is up to you to share, but you may not want to use it as a weapon against them.
The Holder of the Adversary In any city, in any country, venture across the highways and lonely roads until you reach the city's bottom rung. Walk among the ones society has cast away, beggars and poor picked raw by the demands of those better off. Should you come across a scruffy man under a large oak tree holding a bottle of liquor in a paper bag, his shirt sweat-stained and his pants muddied, do not be afraid to ask him if he knows of the one who calls itself "The Holder of the Adversary". More than likely, he will smile knowingly at you, like an old friend with whom you've just shared an inside joke. Do not be alarmed; the man knows of the one you search for. The less fortunate of us often know things we will never dream of. He will guide you to a manhole and casually slide the metal lid off with one grimy boot. Tossing you a small flashlight which flickers precariously, he will urge you down into the darkness. Once inside the putrid womb of the sewage system, you will come to realize that it bears no unpleasant scent - no scent whatsoever, in fact. But, turning on the flashlight and gazing at your surroundings, you will notice you are in a round room. On all the walls will hang partially decomposed bodies, their owners forever suspended in a state of half-awareness, feeling all the pain and horror of a body withering and rotting around them. Corpses litter the floors, and you may notice that one nearly touches you. Do not shrink back. To show cowardice would invite no creature or entity that you would do well to know. Once you have observed your surroundings, the smell will arrive. It will be the most awful thing you could imagine: human and animal excrement, sulfur, rotting bodies, burning flesh. You will want to claw your nose from your face, and the watering of your eyes will nearly blind you.
But do not cower, do not run, and resist the urge to vomit. You will find a thought in your head, unbidden: "We are the remains of the ones who could not face the Adversary." There is no source of this whisper, though it may curl around you as if carried by the stench itself. Suddenly, the bodies will rupture and burst, one by one, releasing more of the horrible stench and bathing you in rotted bodily fluids and slimy chunks of human refuse. The corpses then will sink to the floor, and what rises from the slurry is a creature of pure beauty. Man, woman, or something else entirely - it depends on you yourself. It will not be possible to shake your gaze from this gorgeous, naked human until you realize the creature is an idealized caricature of you. Confident, heart-achingly gorgeous, smiling a gentle, patient smile, It will be everything you yourself could ever desire to become. You will be overcome by a sudden jealousy, a total anger, a need to annihilate this perfect you. Do not give in, no matter how strong the temptation. If you do, you are doomed to the Adversary's wrath the eternal torment of the Damned you have witnessed prior. There is only one question you must ask the exquisite creature: "What could they destroy?" The Holder of the Adversary will laugh at you melodically, condescendingly, and will explain to you as though you are a small, stupid child exactly the answer to your question. It will spare you no details, even the most horrific. Though horrifying, the story will be interesting and calming to listen to, and you will find yourself absorbed in a childlike fascination with The Holder. You may liken its story to one told to you by a loved one or a guide when you were a child, and you will know that you now have the key to defeating the Adversary - that which the Damned could not acquire. At the end of the story, The Holder will ask, smiling pleasantly, "What will you do now, my child?" If it asks you anything else, or tells you something different, your fate is sealed, and when you eventually emerge from the sewer, the ragged people you have
encountered will descend upon you like ravenous animals, and tear you apart with tooth and nail, feeding on your body. There is no escape, only the knowledge that it will happen. Regardless of your fate, The Holder will place an Object in your palm and close your hand around it. "You mustn't open your hand until you are free of this place," it will say, as a fitting good-bye. Now you must turn and leave, and do not look back. Once you escape the sewer, and if you are lucky, you may open your fingers. What you will find there is a green plastic army man toy. That toy is Object 14 of 538. It understands how to defeat your greatest foe, and must never be allowed to join the rest.
The Holder of the Past In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the Past". At the last syllable of your sentence, his eyes should open wide and stare at you as if he was attempting to see past your skin into your soul. Don't ask any questions, because he won't speak to you, and in the case that he does, you will wish he hadn't. He will take you down a long hallway and you will walk with him for what will seem like hours. Stare straight ahead the entire time, for if you look at the floor, walls, or ceiling of the hallway, you will run into a dead end and the worker will pursue you with a hellish bloodlust until you are completely disemboweled. After exactly 350 paces the worker will stop, turn around, and pull a watch out of his pocket. He will turn the dial backward one hour and at that point, you will have one hour to complete your task. If you don't, then there are no words to describe your fate. The lights will go out for exactly 3 seconds, and when they turn back on, you will be in a room with no doors and a red-tinted skylight shaped like a pentagram. This will cast a blood-red star in the middle of the room where a splintered cherry table with two seats will be. Sitting at the seat closest to you, look up. Look down again, and a man with long, dirty black hair will be face-down on the table. He will answer to one question: "Where did He once stand?" The man will speak not of a place that exists on any map, but will describe the room in painfully grotesque detail. Pay very close attention, he will enumerate exactly how many of what horrible object hang from spears protruding from the walls. You have the rest of the hour to find the room and sit in His throne. If you fail, I suggest you become armed; heavily. His Throne is object 15 of 538. If brought together, He may once again return.
The Holder of Light In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, close your eyes and ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Light.†You will be led to a single door leading to a long, winding hallway, and then told to open your eyes. Open the door. The hallway beyond it will be pitch black, but narrow enough for you to feel the walls with outstretched arms, and guide yourself forward. If, at any point during your trek down the hall, it is suddenly bathed in light, shut your eyes immediately and quickly make your way back to the door you came in through. If your eyes stay open for more than a second, what you see will force you to instinctively tear them out. If, on the other hand, the lights stay off long enough for you to navigate the entire corridor, you will reach another door. Look down: if you can see any light escaping from the crack beneath the door, flee immediately, for what you seek is not there. If no light escapes the next room, then carefully turn the doorknob and enter. The room beyond will be completely dark, aside from a single, dimly-lit candle at its center. The faint light it emits will reveal the outline of a cloaked, motionless figure huddled over it. There is only one question that he will respond to: “What can protect us from Them?†Say anything else, and the man will tear out your eyes, and force you to take his place under the cloak for the rest of eternity. If you ask the proper question, a piercing scream will ring out from the candle, and a series of lights will illuminate the room, revealing images of the most horrifying thoughts, fantasies and memories experienced by sentient minds throughout history. Most people cannot handle this event, turning violently insane or perishing
instantly at the sight of such horrors. If you should somehow manage to survive the ordeal, the cloaked man will rise slowly and put his hands to your head, turning your gaze to meet his youthful face. Stare directly into his empty, gaping eye sockets, for if you look away from that terrible sight, you will be stranded in this room, forever forgotten by time itself. Do not turn to look as he opens your right hand, and places a small, round object upon your palm. As that object touches your hand, you will find yourself able to ignore even the most fearsome agonies -- unless you are in the process of obtaining another Object, for the pains you feel then are far beyond any worldly suffering. Know that even this newfound power will never help you cope with the the horrifying images you have witnessed in that room. They will be burned into your memory for all eternity. The eye you hold in your hand is Object 5 of 538. The awakening has begun; they must not be brought together.
The Holder of Song In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls herself "The Holder of Song.†You will then be guided to a long staircase that spirals higher than the building stands. At the stairs' summit is a door. As you open the door, a sudden wave of heat will pour out from the hallway beyond it, and wash over you. Proceed down the hallway. As you walk, the air around you will grow increasingly frigid. When you feel as if you are encased in ice, you must stand perfectly still, remain silent, and listen. If, after a few seconds pass, you hear a baby crying, turn and run. No harm will befall you, but the infant's cry will follow you wherever you go. If you hear it for the rest of your life, count yourself lucky; if and when it stops, your firstborn child will die. If you do not hear a baby's cry, wait for the hallway to grow warm once more, and then proceed to the door at its end. Enter. The room beyond will be awash in green light. At its center will be an old woman turning the handle of a silent music box. Her legs have both been severed at the knees. When you speak to her, you must look her in the eyes. She hides a spear fashioned from the bones of her legs; break eye contact, and she will impale you with it and leave you to bleed to death in seemingly unending agony. She will respond to only one question: "What was the song they used to play?" The old woman will begin to sing in a language not of this world. Her melody will be the most beautiful one you have ever heard, bringing peace and serenity to your mind, body, and soul. You will find yourself vividly imagining a band of carefree children playing and singing, innocent as can be... And within minutes, the scene will eventually take a horribly sinister turn. The children will begin to fight each other, and their conflict will quickly escalate to the most
brutal, lethal violence you can conceive of. They will impale each other on wooden poles, disembowel each other with sharp rocks, and even rip flesh from bone with their bare hands. You will witness these children, now merely tattered doppelgangers of themselves, spreading death and destruction more horrific than you could ever imagine on your own. You will see a naked boy, drenched in blood, singing with delight as he runs through a hellish wasteland, pursued by unspeakable monsters. They will overtake him and utterly destroy him, the song still issuing forth from his shredded lips all the while. ...Yet, inexplicably, you will remain calm and peaceful even as you watch this unspeakable brutality. When these horrific visions end, an intense pain will stab at your chest. Your heart will feel like it is about to explode. Do not let the agony break your focus, and do not break eye contact with the old woman, lest you invite a fate so horrible that an exploding heart seems lovely by comparison. If you remain steadfast in your gaze, the pain will eventually cease. The woman will stand up (though, with your eyes still focused on hers, you will know not how) and place the music box in your hands. The music box is Object 6 of 538. When its song plays again, they will all come together.
The Holder of Catastrophe In any city, in any country, go to any abandoned amusement park you can enter. Find the largest roller coaster in the park, no matter its condition. Take a seat on the far left side of the first cart, then close your eyes and whisper "I wish to see the Holder of Catastrophe." You will feel the coaster start to move, yet you cannot open your eyes, or you will find yourself moving through an endless void which you will never escape. The coaster will then slowly start to head up, for what seems to be ages as you listen to the rumbling of the tracks. You will then hear voices whisper at you and ask you to save them, yet you must not respond to them, or they will take you away to the same void to which they belong. The voices will stop speaking to you and the cart will come to a stop. With your eyes still closed, you must grasp the bar in the cart as tightly as you possibly can, or you will be left behind forever. After you do so, you will feel yourself plummeting straight down at impossible speeds. The air around you will start to grow cold, and continues as it feels as if you are freezing. As you sense the cart around you disappear, you must keep hold of the bar, as it is the only thing keeping you attached to reality. Abruptly you will stop. Drop the bar, and sit still with your eyes closed until you start to hear the sound of a carnival fanfare in the distance, and only than can you open your eyes, to which you will be greeted by a large pinstriped circus tent a few yards in front of you, surrounded by meadows and happy people, young and old. You must walk towards the tent, staring at the small entrance which is shrouded by darkness. As you continue walking, the scenery around you will start morphing. Slowly the meadow dies, the carnival music slows and bends in pitch until it starts to sound twisted and demonic. The people decay in the very spots they stand. They will scream in agony, and ask you to help them, yet you cannot look directly at
them, or you will meet the same fate as these illusions. You must continue forward until you finally reach the dark entrance. Walk forward and allow yourself to be swallowed by the darkness, yet do not stop or look back, as if you do either, you will never find an exit. Continue your walk into the void until you see a dim light in the distance, and start to hear the sobbing of a man. Follow these two signs, as you hear the crying of the man growing louder, until you can see the light is coming from a door in the darkness. When you walk through the door, you will be greeted by a cold, cement cell. In the far left corner, you will see the crying man dressed as a circus clown, covering his face with a small diary. You must slowly approach him, as not to aggravate him, until he is right by your feet. Sit down next to him and ask, "What do we have to lose?" The clown will then read you an excerpt from the diary through his sobs. The writings in detail describe the demise of millions of innocents, and the forces that so cruelly and coldly carried out this act. As he reads, illusions will appear around you, and in the side of your vision you will see every death of every person in the story, many of which were slaughtered, many of which were taken by disease. However, you must keep looking at the clown, as if you lose sight of him, you will be stuck in this illusion and you will become part of the story yourself. After he is done, he will stop crying. He will lower the book from in front of his face, revealing that he has suffered the same decay as the illusions which you had seen before. He will hand the book to you, which you must accept. He warns that you cannot read the diary yourself, or else you will be driven mad. He will then whisper, "When the stakes are high, best to play the clown," as the rest of his body starts to decay, as well as the room around you. You must close your eyes one more time, keeping hold of the book, and count to exactly twelve seconds before opening them. When you do, you will find yourself in the same seat of the
roller coaster in which you began. The diary is Object 12 of 538. These events must never be allowed to occur again.
Holder of Innocence In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask with no hesitation to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Innocence." The worker will say nothing, but a single tear should fall from her eye. She will guide you to a forgotten hallway in an abandoned wing of the run-down institution. She will not enter the hall with you, but will only look into your eyes with a cautious hope, her own expression seeming to beg for salvation. Should you enter the hall, you will not see much, save for the dirty, broken fragments of what were once beautifully carved ivory statuettes. Before long, you will hear a soft whimper from the other side. Pay close attention, for if the whimper stops, then all hope is already lost. There is no use in running away. As you turn the handle of the simple wooden door on the other side, a warm and cozy light will greet your face. You will find yourself in the bedroom of a young girl of eighteen years. The girl herself will be sitting cross-legged on the floor at the foot of the bed, her only garment an open night-robe, exposing the entirety of her pure body. She is the source of the tortured whimpers, and nothing you say to console her will end her torrent of stifled wails. Only, if you ask her “What happened when it was first created?†she will become silent to glance up towards your face. Her beauty will render you breathless, and if you are still capable of any thought it will be only the realization that in her you see everything in this world that you truly love. Suddenly, you will realize that the girl is bleeding from her nether regions as a grotesque phallus emerges from the petit orifice between her legs. The object will pulsate with its own life, and you will find that it is hypnotizing you. Do not look away, for you do not wish to try its patience. Soon, the room will disappear before your eyes, and you will be
standing in the most serene clearing you have ever witnessed, and all of nature’s fauna that you recognize will go about their lives around you, with no fear of anything, not even death. Suddenly, though, a shadow will fall over the meadow, and you will witness the forest all around burst into a pillar of flame. What happens next, no man can dwell on for long before going insane, but in the strength of the human mind you will endure. In the end you will hear screams and moans and groans, but what will overcome you more than anything are the quiet whimpers, the stifled cries, of all the sullied innocents of the world that was. You realize that these cries will continue to be heard all across the globe until the world’s end. None can endure those near-silent pleas and still maintain the slightest hope for the future. The illusion will fade, and you will find yourself back in the room. You will find the girl lying dead on the floor, her face a mixture of agony and horror, her already decaying body feeding the now towering phallus and giving it a sinister glow. That is Object 19 of 538. If you touch it then it will be yours, but if you let it master you then it will use your body to seek and assemble all the pieces, no matter what the cost.
Holder of Deception In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Deception." The worker will look at you with an expression of shock on her face. Then, with superhuman speed she will attack you with her baton. If you are not knocked unconscious by the first blow, flee the city, for they will know what you are after. When your consciousness returns, you will be in a magnificent courtyard on a starry night. There will be a great stone staircase that appears to ascend to the heavens themselves. Climb this staircase, but never look behind you. If you do, the stairs will begin to crumble and you will plummet into the void for an eternity. After what will seem like days of climbing, you will come to a landing overlooking a great marble amphitheater styled in the ancient Greek fashion. Descend to the bottom of the amphitheater. An old man in opalescent robes will be waiting for you on a dais in the center. This storied old man will be lecturing as if there was a great crowd - however, you must not listen to him, for not a word he speaks is true. If you are drawn in by his charismatic speaking, your mind will be completely subjugated by his deception and you will be his slave for eternity. He will only react to one question: "What is the only truth you are permitted to speak of?" The man will look down at you with an expression of great sadness. He will then impart on you a story that will shake the very foundations of your soul with great sorrow, but will leave you knowing one important truth: the number itself is not as it seems. He will then motion you towards an exit from the amphitheater, and continue his lecture. Turn away from him quickly, for you will now be able to see the legions of horrific, twisted demons sitting on the seats of the amphitheater. Do not gaze towards any of them longer than a moment, or else they will tear you apart and add you to their
collection of souls. Walk to the exit as quickly as possible. There will be a great grimoire on a stand next to the door. Take the grimoire and exit through the door. You will find yourself in the back alley behind the asylum. The grimoire you clutch, with its pages firmly strapped shut and locked with a great steel padlock, is Object 20 of 538. If you wish to see past the deception and reunite them, you must find the key.
Holder of Rage In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Rage". The person will appear shy as they show you to a door, and then walk away. When you enter the door, you will be looking down a staircase that descends into darkness. As you descend the stairs, you will begin to hear screams. The screams will come from a throat of indeterminate origin. If the screaming stops at any time, shout to the darkness "Resume your business! I do not wish to intrude!" If the screaming does not come back, there is nothing you can do, for you will be dead before you know what happens. If the screaming continues, you may move on. Eventually, you will see light coming through the cracks in a door. Go through this door and you will be in what appears to be a medieval dungeon. Hollowed out skulls filled with candles serve as lanterns, and skeletons line the walls. There will be a wooden table in front of a fire inside a fireplace. On this table is the severed head of a 4 year old girl, staring ahead with glassy eyes. Step up to the table and look the head in the eyes. In a clear, commanding voice ask "Who will stop them from coming together?" The head will look you in the eyes and tell you the tale of a man. She will tell you his entire story, from his violent birth to what he is doing that very moment. His deeds will be recounted in horrifying detail. He is a murderer of which the likes have never been seen, and he is just as mad. If at the end of the story, the head tells you "He is listening to our conversation," you will be dragged out of the room and never be heard from again. You will experience all of the most horrifying things ever conceived, and you will be kept alive until you have
experienced them all. If she tells you He is elsewhere, He is now looking for you. He will not stop until you are dead or the objects come together. She will tell you to pick her up. Pick the head up by the hair and look at the table where she was. Sitting there will be a needle, covered in dried blood, semen, pus, and countless unidentifiable substances. That needle is Object is 21 of 538. The hunt has begun and the clock is ticking.
Holder of Chaos In any city, in any country, go to any hospital and ask to visit the one who refers to himself as "The Holder of Chaos". The clerk will begin to shake his head and pound his fists upon the desk. Ask him thrice more and he will stand up quietly and lead you to a room with only one door, the one which you entered through. You must close your eyes, if you don't you will forever be stricken blind and the only thing you will see is a constant sight of utter chaos. If you have closed your eyes in time, after an hour of standing in confusion, you will hear a soft voice call out, "Do you have them?" Do not answer this question. Instead, stomp your foot upon the floor and then open your eyes. If you see a long, stretching field in front of you, then you have succeeded in the first half of your endeavor. If you see a fiery plain of death and mutilation, then it is too late for you. You will be devoured by your own thoughts of your greatest fears. Walk towards the setting sun in the grassy field for one hour until you reach a tree with no leaves on its branches. As you get closer you see that the tree is constructed out of bones and it is surrounded in a pool of blood. Submerge yourself fully in this blood, and when you surface once more, you will feel a bone hand press something into your palm It is a small vial. Drink from the vial and you find yourself standing in the lobby of the hospital. This vial is Object 22 of 538. The hour is nigh and the demons are calling.
Holder of Hate In any city, in any country, go to any hospital and ask to visit the "Holder of Hate." The attendant will give you a firm handshake, look you straight in the eyes, and say "It took you long enough." They will hand you a key to room 532 and tell you to go down the left hall. As you walk down the hall you will hear insane cackling. Should it stop, yell "I do not fear you!" If it does not begin again, run as fast as your legs will carry you. Should it continue, keep walking. Stop when you reach room 532. The door will be covered in scratches, gashes and all manner of burns. There will be a small, strangely unscarred glass panel in the door. Peer inside. If there is a figure standing with his back to you, retreat as quietly as you can. If the room is empty, unlock the door and enter. A red light will be shining in through the sole window in the room. Should you gaze out of this window your eyes will soon burst from your sockets and your screams will be your only utterance for all eternity. The room is small, the walls covered in blood, and a small cloaked figure sits in the middle. It will respond to only one question: "Why do they hate?" The figure's cloak will fly into the air revealing a grotesquely disfigured being. It will answer your question in horrific detail. Upon finishing the story it will collapse, as if a tremendous burden has passed from its shoulders, and crawl into the corner. You will begin to hear strange, unearthly shrieks from beyond the door. They will be getting nearer by the second. Your only hope is to wrap yourself in the cloak and hurl yourself out the red window. If you were not followed you will wake up on the lawn of the hospital the next day, wrapped snugly in the cloak. The cloak is Object 23 of 538. It will hide you from their hate.
Holder of Frost In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls herself "The Holder of the Frost". If the worker shivers unnaturally, you will be lead to a hallway that shouldn't exist where it does. The worker will wave you down the hall, and, once your back is turned, will shake his head and mutter, "The poor fool." The hallway will get colder as you proceed, but do not make any attempt to warm yourself. If you do, heaven help what will become of you. If, at any time, the cold ceases and the hallway becomes warm, you must cease walking quickly and shout, "Stop! This is not the answer!" If the warmth persists, run. Run as fast as you can for the exit. If you do not make it, then the fires of Hell shall consume you. If you do make it, do not stop running. Flee the asylum, the city, the country, for the hellhounds have your scent, and they do not rest. If the cold returns, proceed down the hallway until you come to a door made of solid ice, and knock three times. If a soft, womanly voice beckons you to enter, open the door. If a gruff, male voice tells you to leave, pray for a quick demise. Inside of the door, you will find a room made of ice, with frozen stalagmites and stalactites giving it the appearance of a massive maw. In the center of the room will be a veiled, ivory-skinned woman. Do not look at the woman directly, and say only one thing: "What caused their hibernation?" She will tell you her story, a story of destruction and devastation, war and famine, life and death, and of a deep slumber. The story will chill you to the base of your existence, but do not ever look directly at the woman. If you do, your soul will be frozen for all eternity. When she is done, she will remove her veil, but you must not gaze
upon her. Her beauty would shatter your mind. If you keep your eyes away from her, she will cup her hands over yours and whisper into your ear: "The ice age is over. What will you do?" The world will explode in white, and when it subsides you will be outside of the institution. In your hands will be a large, crystal snowflake. That snowflake is Object 29 of 538. The ice age is over; they are starting to thaw.
Holder of Clarity In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself “The Holder of Clarityâ€. The worker will begin to chatter on about their life, making inside jokes and references which only they understand. All the while, they will walk in a weaving motion to the recreational area of the building. They will slide open a hatch beneath a table and suddenly fall silent with a grim look upon their face. You will look down into the hole, and you will see a vast number of lights flashing on and off, and you will feel berated and confused, but you must go in. This hall seems to have no start and no end, the lights flashing sporadically, and you will find that tiny flying objects flit in front of you, in your eyes and nose and mouth. The air will fill with a horrible, all-consuming buzzing noise that does not allow you to hear even your own screams. You must only walk on, and if for any reason the objects stop moving or the lights hold their glow, you must yell out, “They shall not know I’m here, as I have covered my tracks!†If the calm stays, you are too late, as it has already begun. If the horrible bewilderment returns, you must forge on. In your wanderings, you will meet a door. You can feel its handle and allow yourself in. The room will be eternal, only the floor holding your mind intact. There will be a man whose entire form is run through with long nails and stakes, every inch of his body secured. His mouth is held open, pins forcing his lips up to his face, a stake buried in the back of his gaping mouth. His tongue will writhe and flop at your arrival, his eyes searching over you in a panicked state. He will respond to only one question: “Why do they take form?â€
His eyes will affix on you and his tongue will hold still. In a gargling, horrible speech, he will recite to you the creation of every Object, and the purpose of each. The description will force you to vomit upon every sentence, and the tale leaves most mad. You will find a rusty and worn fillet knife in your hand. You must remove his writhing tongue with his pathetic and gurgling screams echoing through your soul. He will seem pathetic and you will want to help him, but do not, or you will replace him. His tongue is Object 28 of 538. They will meet; only you shall know why.
The Holder of Sleep In any city, in any country, go to a hospital at night and ask the head nurse to see "The Holder of Sleep." She will ignore you and say she has work to do. Ask twice more without stammering and she will sigh as if weary. She will ask you if you are sure, if you answer no you will wake up the next day fully rested and free of any chains. If you answer yes she will guide you to an empty room and tell you to sleep. When you awaken you will be on a stone table at the beginning of a hallway. As you walk down the hall you will begin to feel drowsy, you must resist sleep here for you will slumber eternally. If you make it to the end of this hallway you will find a door. Open this to find The Holder of Sleep. You will see a wizened old man sleeping peacefully. Tread lightly for he does not like to be disturbed. Do not look under his bed, for there lies death and it will pull you under to be tormented forever. Walk quietly up to his bed and whisper in his ear "Why do they never rest?" until he wakes up and tells you the story of how they chained their slumber onto him, then he will invite you to sit with him. Do so, else he will chain their slumber unto you and you will never truly be awake again. After sitting with him he will pull a small crystal with inner light from his nightgown. He will then push it deep into your chest. If you can ignore the pain he will fall back into his slumber. If you cry out you shall replace him in his tortured slumber. Return to the stone table and sleep again. You will find yourself outside of the hospital after waking up. The crystal is object 27 of 538. You no longer need sleep, pray your nightmares do not follow you out.
Holder of Creation In any city, in any country, go to any hospital and ask to visit the one who refers to himself as "The Holder of Creation". The clerk will look into your eyes, horrified, before standing up. She (and only a she) will lead you to the maternity ward and push you into a locked door, which you will glide through. Once inside the door, you will notice two more: one to the left and one to the right. You must chose the one in the direction to which you are more accustomed, hoping all the while that fate has correctly guided your hand. Touch the door handle. If light peeks from under the doorway, you must enter. If it doesn't, you must run into the other room, as fast as you can. Sleep where you drop and do not trust anyone. Do not enter the sunlight; seek shadows and pray to whatever god you wish that you pass unnoticed. If the light is emitted from beneath the door, or if by some miracle you evade capture after your error and return to choose once more, enter cautiously. The room seems to stretch into eternity; make no attempt to comprehend its size or shape, as many men greater than you have been driven mad at the thought. Strewn across the entirety of this room are the bodies of the stillborn and the fetuses of the unborn. Those capable of sound will be seem to pierce the very fabric of your consciousness with cries, which appear to be both audible and a figment of your imagination. On the horizon will be a mother, little more than a child herself, clutching a baby wrapped in a tattered blanket to her teat. Closer examination of the suckling infant will leave you pondering its true age. Its expression seems weathered and careworn, an eternal, knowing glance assuring you that its eyes have forgotten more than most will ever see. Approach the mother, calmly. Should you startle her and interrupt the feeding, your only hope is to whisper, "I wish not to disturb you,
nor your beautiful son." If you have appeased her, position yourself so as to gaze directly into the child's eyes. Once there, you must not break eye contact for fear of upsetting the infant and bringing about your own doom. You may ask him one question and one question only: "For what have we been created?" The baby will move and wrap his tattered cloth around you, binding you and rending you limb from limb, yet you must not react to the pain or risk never returning to your original form. If you can overcome the agony, he will stare into your eyes, and you will see the beginning of the cosmos. All things that have been since the creation of existence will unfold before your eyes. The truth of the origin of the Seekers will be brought to life, and if you're not driven insane by this truth, you will feel the warmth of this knowledge glowing inside you. This heat will grow until the pain of the burn outweighs that of your torn flesh a thousandfold. You will feel your body melt away, burning into nothing save ash. At the peak of your anguish, if you have managed to remain stoic, you will blink the eyelids which you no longer have, opening them to find you have returned outside, exactly one day before the incident. In your hands you will find a tattered manuscript, the text of which seems to predate existence. This Object is 25 out of 538. This book yearns to return the other objects to it, and within it is the cryptic knowledge of how to do so.
The Holder of the End In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear. Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, and sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped. If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?" The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, and a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror. Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands. That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never.
Holder of the First Seed In any city of any country, travel to a road not taken in any car. Make sure that car has a mirror for you to see your face. Take a deep breath and steel yourself for you won’t be resting anytime soon. Now, start charming the person in the mirror. Don’t worry about your image (yet) for there will be no one to look stupid for. To have an audience is your task, the Holder of Charms. Keep in mind that she’s a demon, and to charm her you have to be a demon. Speak about about cutting newborns’ faces with rusty scissors, flaying your siblings with potato peelers, chopping fingers with pruning shears, or pulling teeth out with wrenches. Never stop even if your throat bleeds, if your tongue dries to stone or if your bladder starts to betray you. This will take hours, or days, or eternity if you submit to hatred and spend the rest of your life in your car cursing about the ones you cherish. If you stop or the person in the mirror shows disinterest, you havenâ €™t shown enough hatred. You lose; every time you fall asleep, you will go through the torture you offered to the Holder of Charms. It will appear as a dream, but the pain won’t. You may never sleep if you wish. The only way to lift this curse is to actually fulfill the wishes you had made. When the images in the mirror change, be happy for you’re on the right track. Don’t let the images disturb you. You will see smiling heads of babies without bodies, drooping faces as if they were wax, skinless faces, crushed faces, ones covered with boiling pus and worms, and more that would send a chill even to Death’s spine. The images are you, for your hatred has charmed the Holder, and don’t be surprised if you may feel what the images feel. When no more images appear in the mirror, close your eyes. Keep your hate, and just a pinch of humanity and sanity. Never open your eyes until you hear an old and insane woman singing the
stereotypical snake charmer melody you hear in cartoons. Sometimes she would sing the English alphabet or nursery rhymes. When you open your eyes, you will be in a meadow of dead foliage, before you an eight foot old demoness. Her skin has been boiled black, dripping rubbery flesh that plaster to the earth with acidic sounds. Her exposed bones have opulent green maggots. Misplaced eyes, fangs and unknown organs adorn her naked body. Her face, looking down on you, features a warped smiling skull with skin. Her eyes are sunken in the purple caverns which are the sockets; her lips have flaked off, cooked by the oil that was once her nose. In place of her teeth are slashed gums dangling and arcing in impossible ways. She will then sing the melody of a couple about to marry. Hold her sizzling maggoty hand, and she will extend her neck for the kiss. Her lips are cold, like raw meat. The slashed gums will be hard and metallic, her tongue as bitter as hell, yet as sweet as a kiss. She will taste like cooked human. After the kiss, you will find yourself in your car, with a raging purple tumor on your throat. No one will pay attention to it, for you’re the only one who can see it. But don’t worry, because you have the gift of utterance and charisma. You can make anyone fall for you, metaphorically, or literally. The tumor is Object 346 of 538. Choose your words carefully.
The Holder of the Story Once upon a time, there was a Seeker who got himself to an asylum, made his way to the front desk, and asked for the one who calls himself "The Holder of the Story." A look of puzzlement crossed the worker's face. "Who?" she asked. "The Holder of the Story," was the response. She insisted that she knew nothing of what he spoke. Many times did the Seeker repeat this name and insist on visiting him. He grew angry when he was denied. Soon enough, the receptionist threatened to call security. The Seeker was smart. He ceased and walked away, knowing he had failed in his quest. The next morning, he did not awaken. They knew his purpose and had found him. The End. --- Once upon a time, there was a Seeker who got herself to a library and asked the librarian for the one who calls himself "The Holder of the Story." The librarian disappeared underneath the counter and came back up with a library card. On it were written unrecognizable words in an indiscernible language and the Seeker's name written in her language. She accepted this gratefully, hiding the surprise and dread that lay thickly in her stomach. The librarian then pointed her to a section of the library that she had not seen before and walked away without a word.
The Seeker made her way to this section. Its shelves were lined with old tomes bound with the skins of creatures unknown to her. Their titles were in languages unknown to her, but with each title she read, clearer and clearer their meanings became. They were stories of redemption, of romance, of adventure. The mere titles brought tears to her eyes, elation to her heart. They were tales with both familiar and alien themes. Something within her longed for these stories, just as we all long for answers to our questions and solutions to our problems. The temptation to read them became greater and greater, almost unbearable. Her curiosity was like a great weight on her shoulders. She saw no harm in pulling a book out and skimming through it. The words were unknown to her, but the image of the story manifested itself. Soon enough she knew the story and carefully put the book back. In place of her burning temptation was an odd certainty. An old blind man dressed in a single white cloth approached her and asked for her library card. The Seeker gave it to him. He put it away. "What is your story?" asked he. The story she had read spilled from her lips against her volition. The words she spoke were in the language that she had read. Even when her tongue twisted and cramped, she spoke on. The last word of the story was the last word she ever spoke. The old man returned her library card. In place of her name was the last word of that story. She accepted it and returned home. Her path had been chosen and she knew what to do. It attracted Them. She could neither scream nor beg. The End. ---
Once upon a time, there was a Seeker who got himself to a library and asked the librarian for the one who calls himself "The Holder of the Story." The librarian disappeared underneath the counter and came back up with a library card. On it were written unrecognizable words in an indiscernible language and the Seeker's name written in his language. He accepted this gratefully, hiding the surprise and dread that lay thickly in his stomach. The librarian then pointed him to a section of the library that he had not seen before and walked away without a word. The Seeker made his way to this section. Its shelves were lined with old tomes bound with the skins of creatures unknown to him. Their titles were in languages unknown to him, but with each title he read, clearer and clearer their meanings became. They were stories of redemption, of romance, of adventure. The mere titles brought tears to his eyes, elation to his heart. They were tales with both familiar and alien themes. Something within him longed for these stories, just as we all long for answers to our questions and solutions to our problems. The temptation to read these stories was almost unbearable, his curiosity a great weight on his shoulders, and yet he still continued on. Soon enough (and yet it took too long), the Seeker came upon an old blind man dressed in a single white cloth. The old blind man asked the Seeker for his library card. The Seeker gave it to him. The old blind man put it away. "What is your story?" asked he. "I have none," was the response. "Tell me His." The old blind man smiled. From his mouth spilled a story never before conceived by any author. It was spoken in a language that the Seeker could not understand, but the meaning was very clear indeed. But the Seeker's mind was weak. It was easily broken by the Story. Upon the last word, his sanity fled him. But the Story remained in his mind and still does to this day as he wanders the maze-like shelves
of the hidden section of the library. The End. --- The Story is object 330 out of 538. It has determined many ends, but it is up to you to determine its own.
Holder of The Game In any city, in any country, go to any elementary or grade school you can get yourself to. Wear sturdy, comfortable gloves and have your egress planned. Confidently enter and seek out the classroom with the youngest children inside. Ignore any who question you or attempt to impede you in any way. They seek only to delay. Let nothing and no one stand in your way. Once in the classroom, approach the instructor, stand face to face, and demand to see the "Holder of the Game." If the instructor says anything or does anything, flee. Your freedom is at stake. If, however, the instructor stops abruptly and stares intently over your right shoulder, you are in the right place. Do not turn around. Instead, announce with as much confidence as you can muster, "It is time for the game." Behind you, you will hear many skittering sounds interrupted by the occasional thud of stone hitting sand. Resist all temptation to turn and look. It would only serve to unnerve you and you will need your wits about you soon enough. Instead, wait until the sounds have ceased. Wait patiently; it could take a while. When the sounds have passed, remain motionless. The instructor will announce, "It is awaiting its amusement." Then, and only then, turn slowly around. The scene before you will, quite to your surprise, be much the same as when you entered. The only change being that the desks have been moved against the wall. The children will have formed a circle and will be sitting facing the center in absolute silence eyes shut tightly. The effect may be unnerving, but do not let it deter you. You must quickly enter the circle. Be assured, this is not the same room that you entered. It is no longer safe. The inside of the circle, on the other hand, is safe, so feel free to take a moment to gather yourself. Regain your equilibrium and perhaps even stretch in preparation to run - you will be, soon enough. When you are as prepared as you are able, approach any child you choose and stare at its eyes, shut as they are. Calmly ask, "How does it
entertain?" Stare intently into the child's eyes for the response. If there is no response, move to the next child and repeat the question. Depending on the state of the game, it could take as many as eight trips around the circle or as few as none. There is no rush here. When, eventually, a child opens its eyes and you find yourself staring into empty black sockets, then you must prepare for the Game. After a pause, the child's face will contort into a look of rapt excitement. The Holder is coming. Behind you, you will again hear the sound of skittering and stone on sand. This time, however, you will hear the sound of running feet. Resist the urge to turn and look upon what is rushing so eagerly towards you. It will not take long to arrive, for it enjoys the Game and will be eager to play. Its arrival will be announced by a high shrieking laughter. The laughter will continue until you turn. When you do, you will find yourself face to face with the Holder of the Game. The Holder of the Game can appear as anyone who was ever a child - don't be fooled; this does not mean that it is one itself. It will be dressed conservatively in whatever clothes are appropriate for its guise. The only distinguishing mark will be the wild look in its eyes. It is a look of complete and utter exuberance. Do not meet its eyes if at all possible - you'll only be distracted, and you really can't afford that. The Holder will extend its right hand while keeping its left tucked behind its back. It will ask, "Shall we play?" Ignore both its words and its offer of greeting. Instead concern yourself with its left hand. Gloves are a necessity, for if any part of the Holder's hand should touch any part of you, you will be doomed to the circle for eternity thus is the nature of the Game. Carefully remove the object from the Holder's left hand. The Holder will make a great show of resistance but you will find it surprisingly easy to retrieve the object, a simple red rubber ball.
Once you are holding "The Game," the Holder will stop immediately and begin staring at it with rapt attention. When you feel you are ready, remove either glove and hold "The Game" firmly in your bare hand. Bounce it once on the floor and catch it. You will feel great joy and it will feel as if all of your cares are lifted. Do not allow yourself to stop and enjoy this feeling. Turn and run for the door. From behind you, hopefully from far far behind you, you will hear the sounds again. "The Seeker approaches," will echo in your ears. The halls will reverberate with the sounds of every child in the world counting. "One... Two... Three..." Do not concern yourself with the counting. Do not concern yourself with anything. Merely clutch your prize and run, using whatever means you possess to travel as far from the school as possible. The Game is Object 185 out of 538. When the counting stops, the Holder shall become the Seeker and the Game will truly begin.
Holder of War In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. Gaze at the ceiling with a bored expression as you walk up to the front desk, and with a voice that sounds like it is distant and indifferent and ask to see the "Holder of War". You will get a light tap on the shoulder; it is now safe to look down. The attendant will smile politely and begin walking, giving a speech that sounds almost mechanical as he describes the history of the asylum. Do not react to his speech- it is insanely bloody and filled with rather graphic descriptions, but reaction at this point means a one-way trip to hell. After some time of walking, you will come to an elaborately carved door of mahogany and gold. Stop in front of it. Keep your bored expression on your face, possibly adding a blank grin, but do not react as the worker grabs you by the back of your shirt, or he will change his grip and you will be without your head. The worker will pitch you through the door, and you will hear it slam shut behind you. You are on what might have once been fertile farmland but is now a ravaged, blasted battlefield. Soldiers clad in two colors- a horribly bright, yet somehow stained, white and a filthy, sickening black- are battling in the most horrid manners possible, fighting with rifles, cannon, swords, bows, all the weapons of war that have existed since the dawn of time. Do not shrink from this battlefield, or the soldiers will notice you, stop their quarrels, and turn upon you with a ravenous hatred, for you are what they have been fighting over, and in their fevered, battle-crazed minds, that means that you are the cause of all their bloodshed. Also, do not try and go back through the door. It has fallen flat in the mud, pushed over by a screaming infantryman wielding a bayoneted rifle. If you let him get the better of you, he will rip you to
pieces in seconds, but somehow not manage to kill you. The pain of the experience will undoubtedly drive what is left of your mind mad. Instead, drop your bored expression and put a grim, determined one on your face. Walk in measured, military-style steps straight ahead until you see a three-story tall structure of blasted concrete that might have once been a command bunker. Do not turn around while doing so; the armor has arrived to the field, and if you stop, or change your pace, the tanks will run you down. Once you have entered the bunker, do not give any notice to anyone who makes a request of you or tries to talk to you, no matter how desperate they seem. They each think you are the enemy, and the moment you respond, you will be rewarded with a knife to the face. Instead, go straight up the stairway in front of you, to the second level of the bunker. As you mount the stairs, a crash will be heard behind you- that's the fire doorway sealing as a flamethrower detachment attacks. On the second level, there is only one man, sitting at a desk, yelling into a phone. The stairs to the third level are a mass of twisted concrete. The man at the desk wears the stars of a general, but does not seem to notice that the phone, as well as all those on the level, are dead. Walk up to him, salute, and in your finest military voice, yell "SIR!" He will snap around to stare at you. If he thinks you are not worthy of his army, he will slowly dismantle you with his hands, and you will join him in his oncoming death. If he thinks you are worthy, he will nod and stare pointedly at you. He does not like slackers, so quickly ask him your question. The only one he will respond to is: "Where do I go, Sir?" He will tell you. He will tell you in such detail, such horrifying detail, that you will be tempted to strangle him. Do not try it- he is a far more experienced fighter than you could ever hope to be, and should
you break salute, you will meet an extremely messy demise. When he is done, he will say "at ease", and hand you his pistol. This is your cue to drop salute. Take the sidearm and put it in your holster- if you did not have one before, you do now. An explosion will suddenly decimate the far wall and atomize the general. Through the hole you will see, on the horizon, the long, thin shape of a missile rising. Shut your eyes tight and open them for nothing. The sounds of horrid battle will fade away until, out of the silence, a single gunshot rings out. Open your eyes. You are standing in the middle of a field of waving wheat. Somehow, you know that this is where the horrific battle you walked through will take place. And you also know, somehow, that you will be in the general's place. The pistol he handed you is Object 44 of 538. Learn how to use it- it has one magazine left. If you fire the last shot at the right time, you will avoid the fate of the general. If not, you will join him.
SCP-023
SCP-023, kept in a temporary containment area during a containment breach by SCP-███ Item #: SCP-023 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: SCP-023 is to be contained in a standard 5 x 5 m Containment Unit.SCP-023 is to be contained in a walled-off intersection of two (2) corridors at Site ██, with at least three (3) meters of space in each direction, and false doors at three (3) of the four (4) ends, in addition to the real door. Security cameras will be placed and maintained above all four (4) doors.
At all times, SCP-023's eye sockets are to be filled with spherical inserts made of hard rubber. Eye inserts must be replaced as they degrade. Degradation can be monitored by measuring the brightness of the "burning" effect as observed by security footage. Brightness greater than 12 candela requires that the inserts be replaced within twelve (12) hours. Eye inserts are only to be replaced individually, and only after the sun has completely set. Personnel are not to look directly into eye sockets of SCP-023 at any time. Following Incident 023-27 all reflective surfaces, including displays, monitors, and eye-wear of any sort are not permitted within 30 meters of SCP-023's cell. This includes monitors linked to security cameras within its enclosure. Security personnel posted at checkpoints outside both corridors will enforce and adhere to this measure. Experimentation involving SCP-023 has been suspended indefinitely. Description: SCP-023 is a large, sexless shaggy canine (1.5 meters at the shoulder) with black fur. It has bright orange-red eyes and prominent teeth (see Incident Report 023-26). Any time an individual makes eye contact with SCP-023, either that person or a member of their immediate family will die exactly one (1) year after eye contact is broken. Research into the method of selection is incomplete due to a moratorium on experiments, but the available data suggests that having a larger immediate family lessens the chance of the individual making eye contact themselves dying, and neither a pattern nor a preference in victim types have been found. This may indicate that SCP-023's victim is designated entirely at random, but it is unknown whether this selection occurs at the beginning or at the end of the one-year time period. Attempts to terminate an individual who has made eye contact with SCP-023 and their entire immediate family before the one-year time period has ended [DATA EXPUNGED]. Autopsies of individuals killed by SCP-023's effect show that, while outwardly appearing unharmed, their remains have been 'filled in' with highly compacted ash, including but not limited to all organ
systems and the circulatory system. Muscle tissue, bones, and brain tissue universally show signs of exposure to temperatures above ██ °C. If not contained in a setting that at least superficially resembles a "crossroads", SCP-023 will phase through walls to get to the nearest suitable location, incinerating all materials it passes through. SCP-023 was first brought to the Foundation's attention when it attacked a church in ███████ while it was in session, killing █ civilians directly and [REDACTED] as a result of eye contact. Following retrieval of SCP-023, Class-B amnesiacs were administered to all witnesses and surviving victims. The incident was covered up as a case of arson. Addendum 023-001 SCP-023 broke containment on ██/██/████ by passing through its cell wall (Incident 023-01). SCP-023 was later discovered at the intersection of two (2) corridors elsewhere on Site-███. Agent █████ noted SCP-023's similarity to a [REDACTED]. Special Containment Procedures for SCP-023 updated. Assistant Researcher ███████ issued a reprimand for negligence. Addendum 023-002 SCP-023 has been responsible for the deaths of ███ personnel and ██ civilians since it was first brought into containment on 10/12/ ██94. Addendum 023-003: Request for reclassification to Keter pending. Addendum 023-004: Due to both anomalies focusing on specific geographic spaces, their destructive capabilities, and canine appearance, it is possible that SCP-1111-1 may be a variant of the same phenomenon observed in SCP-023, or vice versa. Investigation into the origin of both anomalies is ongoing. Due to the inability to capture SCP-
1111-1 for study, investigations are currently focused on SCP-023.
SCP-1489
A section of SCP-1489's containment loop. Item #: SCP-1489 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1489 is constrained within a 9 km loop of refurbished, standard-gauge railway track in Containment Area-22. All rails and ties in this track have been taken from historic lines no longer in service, and must be replaced only with materials appropriated from railway segments last maintained prior to 1860. Stakes and other structural components of the track are not and need not be composed of historic materials. All historic components of SCP-1489's containment loop have been coated with a film of polymer resin to resist weathering effects. Additional supply of similarly preserved historic materials is maintained on site for repair purposes.
Note that any historic component of the containment loop that suffers damage must be replaced rather than repaired. Repairing historic components renders them unsuitable for SCP-1489's containment. SCP-1489's containment loop must be walked at least once daily to monitor for erosive damage so that preventative maintenance can be performed. SCP-1489 itself must be kept within sight of at least two human observers at all times to prevent containment breaches from going unobserved. In the event of a containment breach, the exit trajectory of SCP1489 must be recorded and forwarded to Mobile Task Force Tau-2 ("Train Spotters") so that redirection to the containment site can be performed. Description: SCP-1489 is an intangible railway train. SCP-1489 consists of 18 railway cars trailing a steam locomotive, all of which travel constantly at a speed of approximately 40 km/h along the ground. While SCP-1489 is both visible and audible to humans observing it directly, it is entirely invisible in all forms of indirect or recorded observation, including simple mirrors. SCP-1489 has no apparent physical substance, and will readily pass through any materials in its path with no effect. The only materials exempt to this property are railway components constructed and originally placed prior to an unknown date between 1860 and 1870. SCP-1489 will interact with these as would a normal physical train, and can thus be constrained with tracks composed of historic materials. This interaction is apparently one-way, as SCP-1489 exerts no force upon such materials as it passes. When not traveling along such a track, SCP-1489 moves smoothly along the ground as if following a straight railway and will travel in geodesic paths around the earth, deviating only when it encounters historic stretches of track of sufficient age which are approximately parallel to its path. It will resume this behavior upon reaching a break in such a track.
SCP-1489 generally follows land contours, and slows somewhat when traveling uphill, but crosses substantial bodies of water at some elevation, as if traversing an invisible causeway. It has similarly been observed to travel directly through certain sharp inclines in terrain, as if traveling through a tunnel. Because SCP-1489 appears entirely solid and real to direct human observation, it typically causes significant disturbances when traveling through inhabited areas. Due to the difficulty involved in locating all witnesses of SCP1489, the Foundation has previously practiced a disinformation campaign consisting of stories of "ghost trains" to discourage such witnesses from being considered credible. SCP-1489's locomotive resembles a Minerva-class tank locomotive as used by the London and South Western Railway in the mid-19th century, but lacks any distinguishing marks that would allow for further identification. Both the locomotive and the subsequent cars in SCP-1489 appear appropriate for this timeperiod, although they display only minor wear. SCP-1489 houses an appropriate complement of both passengers and cargo for its scale, and these share its properties of intangibility, and invisibility to indirect observation. Attempts have been made to communicate with SCP-1489's passengers using vehicles synchronized to its movement; however, while passengers have been observed to break off conversation when observed in this fashion, they have so far proven unwilling to communicate with researchers.
SCP-1025
SCP-1025, with publisher's name redacted Item #: SCP-1025 Object Class: Keter Safe Special Containment Procedures: Due to its potential as a bioweapon capable of destroying all life on Earth, SCP-1025 is to be kept in an isolated underground vault secured by no fewer than 10 armed guards, to be rotated twice weekly and checked for compromise by infectious agents. The vault should be armed with a thermite mine to be detonated at the first sign of containment breach.
Revision: SCP-1025 is to be kept in a passcode-secured locker. Further research requires O5 approval. Description: SCP-1025 is a hardcover book, approximately 1,500 pages long. The front cover and spine feature the title "The Encyclopedia of Common Diseases." The publisher's page indicates the book was printed in 19██ by █████ Press. No other copies of a book with that title and publisher have been found, and no record of the publisher exists. Readers of the book seem to exhibit symptoms of any disease they read about. The effect can take between █ and ██ hours to manifest. (See Test Log) Addendum 1025-01: Test Log Subjects: D-1025-01 Test: Subject read entry entitled "Common Cold." Subject observed for several hours afterward. Results: Subject exhibited cough within 2 hours, and when asked, claimed to feel "slightly achey," though he attributed this to uncomfortable sleeping arrangements. Subjects: D-1025-02 Test: Subject read entry entitled "Chicken Pox." Subject observed for several hours. Results: Over the course of one hour, subject observed to scratch at no fewer than 5 points on her body repeatedly. Subject's medical history indicated she had contracted chicken pox at age 8. Possible evidence that item can override natural immunities noted. Subjects: D-1025-03 Test: Subject read entry entitled "Cancer of the Lungs." Subject observed for several hours. Test was to determine item's ability to accelerate advancement of illnesses.
Result: Subject observed to cough 4 10 6 a significant number of times over the course of █ hours within a relatively small amount of time. Subject denied feeling any discomfort, but observation of subject's breathing indicated irregularities. Subject terminated and sent for autopsy. No tumors apparent. Note: We clearly didn't wait long enough. But we all heard the coughs, and his wheezing. Subjects: D-1025-04 Test: Previous test repeated, but subject observed for 7 days. Results: A lot of coughing and wheezing, far beyond what should be considered normal. Subject terminated and sent for autopsy. No tumors apparent. Note: What if the illness vanishes after death, making infection all the more insidious? Subjects: D-1025-05 Test: Same as previous. Results: Same as previous, but subject sent for vivisection, utilizing [DATA EXPUNGED] hours before expiring from shock. No tumors apparent. Note: We have to keep trying. Imagine if this were an infectious agent. Imagine if there were more books like this out there. [Redundant tests redacted for brevity. In summary, each test used one D-class subject, who read one entry from the item, and was then tested or vivisected in search of signs of infection following reported symptoms. After test 15, research was moved to a dedicated isolated facility in ████, ██, staffed by 3 researchers and 2 security. One Dclass subject delivered as needed to minimize space and ration needs.]
Subjects: D-1025-27 Test: Subject read entry entitled "Appendicitis." Subject had undergone an appendectomy at age 16. Observed for 3 days. Results: After 52 hours, subject complained of stomach ache significant abdominal discomfort. Vivisection performed. No appendix found, but area where appendix would normally be looked a few shades more red than it should be, by general consensus of research staff. Subjects: D-1025-28 (formerly Researcher ████ ██████) Test: Subject had developed persistent cough, despite never reading SCP-1025, and was placed in observation for one week. Results: None apparent for 6 days. At 0930 hours on day 7, subject appeared slightly taller than the day previous. Noted as evidence that item's anomalous properties can cause generation of diseases other than those researched by the victim, and without direct viewing of reading material. Vivisection considered, but overruled for the time being. Note: ████ got out! The crazy bastard got out somehow! We were so stupid! The addition of height is a classical symptom of SCP016 adapting to the stress of being confined in that room. Who knows or cares what he was coming down with first? There was a grating on the ceiling. A few more feet of height, and a few inches skinnier, and he'd easily fit. He could be up there right now, growing claws and vomiting infected blood everywhere and taking who knows what other dormant diseases with him. SCP-008? SCP-742? Oh, God, what if he's come down with SCP-217? Addendum 1025-02: A recovery team was sent to the facility on █/█/██ after no contact was made from the facility for 72 hours. Agents found Researchers █████ ████ and ███ ████ sealed in the observation booth, both wearing biological containment suits.
Nearly all stored air tanks were depleted. Agent █████ ███ was found crawling through the facility's air ducts with sidearm drawn. Researcher ████ ██████ had locked himself in the barracks with an improvised flamethrower made of aerosol cleaner and a box of matches. Later interview indicated ██████ had not climbed into ducts, but simply used his passcode to leave the observation chamber while other researchers were distracted. Agent ███████ █████ was found dead in a supply closet locked from inside, with several empty bottles of water and ration packages. The door had been given an airtight seal with garbage bags and duct tape. Note: After careful review of all research on SCP-1025, I'm ordering an immediate evaluation of whoever approved the use of 27 D-Class subjects, an isolated facility, and a dedicated underground bunker on this money pit. Not one out-of-the-ordinary infectious agent was found anyplace this item was tested. And every involved staff member had passed a basic psych exam within the previous year. I have no idea how far up the chain of command this "hypochondria by proxy" effect can reach, or how it works, and frankly, I see no benefit in learning. Stick it in a box, lock it up, and for God's sake, try not to worry about it. -O5-█
SCP-085
Static reproduction of SCP-085 Item #: SCP-085 Object Class: Safe Special Containment Procedures: [Revised on ██-██-████]. SCP-085 is to be contained in a single chalk-white bond drawing pad in a secure containment facility. Supervised contact with SCP-085 is unrestricted to all personnel with Level-2 access. All personnel coming into contact with SCP-085 are subject to searches and random psych analysis upon entering or leaving the containment area. Absolutely no paper or canvas media are allowed to exit SCP085's containment room: any paper trash must be disposed of by incineration after careful inspection. Paper and art supplies are to be brought in only by authorized personnel. In case of fire, flames are smothered using a rapid atmospheric-replacement and CO2dumping system. Personnel are advised to quickly secure an oxygen mask and tank from the wall at the first sign of smoke or fire to prevent asphyxiation, as this procedure cannot be halted until all fires are suppressed.
Description: SCP-085 is the result of an experiment conducted between SCP-067 and SCP-914. Using SCP-067, Test Subject-1101F drew a single female figure, about 15 cm (6 in) in height and 3.8 cm (1.5 in) wide, in summer dress with long hair pulled back into a ponytail, with the name "Cassandra" written underneath. Dr. [EXPUNGED] proposed using SCP-914 on various settings on images created by SCP-067: Using the [Fine] setting, the 'Cassandra' sketch was transmuted into her present form: a sentient black-and whiteanimated young woman drawn in clean strokes. Further attempts to duplicate this result have been unsuccessful. SCP-085 prefers to be called 'Cassy.' She is completely sentient and, as of ██-██-████, aware of her 2D form and her limitations in a three-dimensional world. Although her voice is inaudible, she has learned to communicate with SCP Foundation personnel through sign language and writing. SCP-085 may be communicated with by writing text on the paper she exists on. Personnel report that she is amicable and motivated, albeit lonely. SCP-085 can interact with any drawn object on the same page as if it were real. For example, she is able to wear drawn clothing, drive sketched cars, and drink painted beverages. Except for animals and people, any drawn object becomes animated when in contact with SCP-085, but immediately ceases and holds position once out of contact. Artwork initially depicted as in motion such as ocean waves and swaying trees animate to an equilibrium state and stay at rest until acted upon by SCP-085. SCP-085 has also demonstrated the ability to transfer from one sheet of image to another, as long as the two are flush. In the event SCP-085 enters a picture that does not support drawn objects (such as a repeating pattern), the picture is converted to a background image. SCP-085 perceives the picture as an endless plane of the image drawn upon it. At the present time, SCP-085 can only exist upon paper or canvas
surfaces: SCP-085 cannot transfer onto photos, cardboard, glass, or parchment. When entering other pieces of art, SCP-085 takes on the artistic style of her new environment (whether it be a comic book, an oil painting, watercolor, or charcoal sketching). Note: in comic form, her voice is visible as thought and voice bubbles around her head in typical comic fashion, and as she moves between panels the perspective and her relative size are altered appropriately. Document #085-1: Introduction to several prints authored by M C Escher. Researcher: Cassandra, this is known as "Ascending and Descending". What do you think? (At this point, SCP-085 walks a few times around the staircase) SCP-085: It's pretty, I guess. Would make a neat exercise track. Researcher: You see nothing inconsistent with the staircase? SCP-085: No, as far as I can tell it just loops around down/up all the time. Why don't more staircases do that? It's pretty neat. After this session, SCP-085 requested several 'impossible' objects in her own environment. These requests are pending O5 review. Document #085-2: Incident 085-A Prior to ██-██-████, SCP-085 was unaware of its status as a 2-Dimensional object in a 3-Dimensional world: prior security protocols required that SCP-085 be kept unaware of its true nature in order to prevent psychological distress: discrepancies with the perceived "real world" were presented as dreams or nightmares, and an effort was made to present SCP-085 with a scenario in which it was the last surviving human in a post-apocalyptic world, searching for survivors. The deception was quickly broken following an incident where an
SCP Foundation researcher accidentally brought a hard copy of SCP085's Special Containment Procedures Report into the containment facility and allowed it to contact the artifact's current location. SCP085 transferred onto the document before the researcher could remove it, and was immediately made aware of its true nature. Because of the containment breach, several researchers advocated immediate destruction of the artifact. The decision was appealed to the O5-Council, which, in a █ to █ decision, advocated for SCP-085's continued existence. Since the revelation of her true nature, observers have noted that SCP-085 has begun to show signs of clinical depression. Psychotherapy has been proposed, but the nature of the artifact's state of existence may make it difficult. Some success has been had by providing SCP-085 tangible means to distract herself from her condition. In addition to the aforementioned optical illusions, SCP-085 expressed particular interest in a set of technical drawings for a 1964 Ford Mustang Convertible, transferring the parts one by one to a more naturalistic artwork, then assembling the vehicle by hand over the period of a year—gasoline being provided through a Norman Rockwell print of a gas station attendant. Requests for further diversions of this nature are pending O5level review and approval.
Conclusions RE: D-173-2263 Incident > To: Dr. Delano Smascher ( dsmascher@a14.scp ) From: Dr. Django Bridge ( dbridge@s66.scp ) Subject: D-173-2263, -2264, -2267 Incident footage Here's the footage you requested. Two versions of each sent; first versions were edited for brevity, second versions are complete recordings. I look forward to reviewing your findings. Good luck. Dr. Bridge, Site-66, Clearance 4 Archivist. Close CAM173_1_085314_██-██-19██.zip CAM173_2_085314_██-██-19██.zip CAM173_1_085314_██-██-19██e.zip CAM173_2_085314_██-██-19██e.zip To: Dr. Django Bridge ( dbridge@s66.scp ) From: Dr. Delano Smascher ( dsmascher@a14.scp ) Subject: Conclusions RE: D-173-2263, -2264, -2267 Incident As you know, my reason for requesting this footage were the strange findings of my autopsies of subjects 173-2263, -2264, and -2267. After reviewing the footage provided, I’m now confident enough of my suspicions to elaborate on them further. During my autopsies, I found no evidence of external physical trauma to the aforementioned subjects’ necks or craniums, as one would expect to find in instances of strangulation or vertebral torsion. This was not unexpected; I’ve long felt it asinine to assume that an entity with no digits or prehensile appendages could physically manipulate individuals in such a manner. My review of provided footage, in addition to confirming an average speed of 20 to 22 meters per second while unobserved, also strongly suggests that subject SCP-173 does not make physical contact with its victims. My frame by frame review finds that at frame 235 938 of camera two’s edited log, SCP-173 closes to within 10 cm of D-173-2267. D173-2267’s eyes remain fully closed; SCP-173’s arms remain fixed in their usual “at rest” positions. At frame 235 939, less than 0.00001 seconds later, subject D-173-2267’s head is turned upward such that
it stares directly into subject SCP-173’s “eyes,” and -2267’s eyes are now fully open. D-173-2267 collapses shortly thereafter. Death appears to be due to, at least in this instance, a combination of trauma caused by the rapidity of motion SCP-173 inflicts and the severing of the spinal cord due to separation between the second and third cervical vertebrae, and not physical torsion or strangulation, a conclusion supported by my autopsy findings. This also potentially explains the strange bruising and hemorrhaging present in the soft tissues of SCP-173’s victims around the eyes; a transient, violent, non-specific, non-physical force ripping its victims’ eyelids open. I have furthermore found that the positioning of its victims’ bodies may be significant. D-173-2267’s body collapses such that its head faces D-173-2263 and D-173-2264. The bodies of the latter two individuals may be seen collapsing in similar fashion at frames 333 777 and 940 052 respectively. All face toward the northern side of SCP-173’s containment cell, allowing what would be a clear view of SCP-173 in its preferred position resting against the western wall of the northwestern corner of its cell. Additionally, I can confirm beyond reasonable doubt that the rumored “dead man’s stare” exhibited by victims of SCP-173, socalled because the eyes of ostensibly dead victims continue to track SCP-173’s movements postmortem, are not a product of “nerves” or general paranoia but a genuine phenomenon, as may be seen by magnification and slow-motion review of D-173-2267’s eyes following his expiration and demonstrated by -2263 and -2264 as well. My complete findings, appended video logs, autopsy footage, and autopsy reports are attached to this message for review, distribution, and archival. Thank you for your swift response. Dr. Smascher, Area-14, Clearance 4 Unit Director Close CAM173_1_██-██-19██_085314_append.zip CAM173_2_██-██-19██_085314_append.zip CAM173_1_██-██-19██_085314e_append.zip CAM173_2_██-██-19██_085314e_append.zip AUTOP_D-173-2263██-██-19██.zip
AUTOP_D-173-2264██-██-19██.zip AUTOP_D-173-2267██-██-19██.zip 173_ INC██-██-19██_REP.zip
SCP-2112
An LP identified as a carrier of SCP-2112. Item #: SCP-2112 Object Class: Keter Special Containment Procedures: Due to its cultural significance and the period of time elapsed between its creation and the discovery of SCP-2112, full eradication of SCP-2112's primary carrier is impossible at this time. The Foundation shall liaise with the management of Rush and with any relevant record labels to prevent any future production of SCP-2112-carrying sound recordings. All known sound recordings carrying SCP-2112 are to be seized by the Foundation and archived or destroyed as deemed necessary, and information regarding the release of affected editions is to be removed from public information archives where possible.
Foundation field personnel are to monitor stores selling used LPs or compact discs, online auction houses and used goods sellers, and digital distribution services for any appearance of SCP-2112 carriers. The Foundation shall monitor all public performances by bands advertising themselves with any variation on the phrase "A Tribute to Rush", or with a name referencing the lyrics of any Rush song, for evidence of SCP-2112 infection. Any identified SCP-2112 infectees are to be detained, interviewed to identify the source of infection, and treated with Class-B amnesiacs. In the event of a wide-spread outbreak of SCP-2112, large-scale deployment of Class-E amnesiacs is authorized. Personnel with an expressed fondness for the music of Rush are prohibited from exposure to SCP-2112 materials and are to be monitored for any behavior indicative of SCP-2112 infection. Description: SCP-2112 is a memetic phenomenon associated with Caress of Steel, a record album released in 1975 by the Canadian progressive rock band Rush. SCP-2112 is not present on the original master recordings or on most common commercial releases of the album, and is known to manifest only on three limited-release editions: a quadraphonic mix of the original LP issued in 1975, a digital remaster issued on SACD in 1999, and a highfidelity remaster issued on LP in 2011. Reproductions or copies of affected discs do not produce SCP-2112 phenomena, and audial examination of affected discs has detected no distinguishable differences from non-anomalous recordings other than artifacts caused by the remixing/remastering process. SCP-2112's primary anomalous effect manifests when an affected disc is listened to, in its entirety, by a person who identifies him/herself as a fan of the music of Rush and possesses any level of experience in playing the electric guitar, electric bass, or drums. Exposed individuals will become obsessed with the idea of establishing a "tribute band" dedicated to performing cover versions of the music of Rush in public, regardless of their level of musical
experience or current occupation or membership in other bands, and will attempt to seek out two other SCP-2112 infectees for that purpose. SCP-2112 infectees have been noted to go to any lengths available to achieve this goal, including resigning from their job, relocating to another part of the world, selling off major possessions in order to acquire instruments or equipment, or deliberately exposing others to SCP-2112 in an attempt to create potential bandmates. In the event that three infectees are successful in establishing a group, they will begin to seek out any venue that will allow them to perform in public and will do so as often as possible, performing sets composed entirely of the music of Rush in their original arrangements. The music produced by SCP-2112 infectees during live performances additionally serves to propagate SCP-2112 to any persons exposed to it. In this form, transmission of SCP-2112 occurs much more readily than in persons exposed to the source discs, with any person who identifies as a fan of the music of Rush potentially becoming infected, whether or not they possess any musical skill, after approximately 15-20 minutes of exposure. Testing with D-Class personnel indicated that even individuals with no prior familiarity with Rush and only a rudimentary level of skill with any musical instrument have a 70% chance of becoming infected after approximately 2 hours of exposure to live performances by SCP2112 infectees. Post-infection behavior in such individuals is identical to that of persons infected by exposure to the source discs. SCP-2112 came to the Foundation's attention on ██/██/1982, when an hour-long nightly news broadcast produced by television station W███ in Portland, OR was observed to consist entirely of three of the network's broadcast personnel, identifying themselves as "By-Tor and the Snow Dogs", performing a live rendition of Rush's 1981 album Moving Pictures. The overwhelming majority of commercials aired during the broadcast, rather than advertising any product or service, additionally portrayed various local businessmen and politicians performing fragments of Rush songs with varying degrees of skill. Upon investigation, it was found that a performance
by a trio of infectees, broadcast on local radio station W████ five days earlier, had caused a rapid spread of SCP-2112 infection throughout the Portland metro area, and that approximately 73% of the region's live music venues had booked Rush tribute bands to perform the following night. Implementation of Procedure Wertham673, followed by aerial dispersal of Class-E amnesiacs throughout the area, was deemed necessary to prevent further spread; current models indicate that, in the event of an unchecked SCP-2112 outbreak, the phenomenon would reach pandemic status within three weeks of the formation of the first tribute band. The members of Rush, in interviews conducted by the Foundation, have claimed no knowledge of or involvement in the creation of SCP2112. Addendum: Memo From Project Research Manager Edvalds Some have questioned why SCP-2112 warrants classification as Keter. It is true that SCP-2112 poses no direct threat to human life or the continued existence of the human race; were every person susceptible to SCP-2112 infection to be infected, it would likely not result in a single fatality. What it does present, however, is a severe existential threat to the entirety of human culture, the arts, and all forms of creative work whatsoever. Man is a wonderfully creative animal and has developed a myriad of ways of expressing his thoughts and emotions - through poetry, dance, film, the written word, theatre, painting, sculpture, video games, even internet memes. We run the risk of every one of these mediums - every single last one of them - disappearing from our common experience, forever, in favor of thousands and millions of mediocre everymen performing the exact same songs over and over again.
SCP-1953
"Welcome Financial Advice". Due to its immobility, all attempts to
eat the endoscope failed. Item #: SCP-1953 Object Class: Safe Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-1953 may be kept in a standard containment locker at Site 20. Individuals infected with SCP-1953-1 are to be housed in a secure containment cell at Bio-Research Area-17. Description: SCP-1953 is the collective designation of 26 objects commonly found in bedrooms, such as pillows, blankets, stuffed animals and alarm clocks. SCP-1953-1 refers to an unknown number of bipedal beings measuring 4 cm on average and resembling Periplaneta americana (American cockroach) which appear when a human subject enters REM sleep within 5 meters of an instance of SCP-1953. Evidence suggests instances of SCP-1953-1 are capable of reading and understanding spoken English, but so far have not responded to attempts to communicate. When such an event occurs, instances of SCP-1953-1 will search for any surrounding human subjects and attempt to enter their mouths. SCP-1953 instances exhibit an unexplained ability to calm living human subjects, preventing them from waking up or reacting while this occurs. Once inside, instances of SCP-1953-1 will move towards the stomach and settle there. Any attempt to surgically remove instances of SCP-1953-1 fails due to warped space inside the stomach, which results in the arm of the individual attempting surgery to appear outside of the body. Despite this, endoscopes can still be sent inside affected subjects. After they settle inside the stomach, instances of SCP-1953-1 will begin building several constructs using pieces of food ingested by the
affected individual in question. Instances of SCP-1953-1 secrete an unknown bacteria from their abdomen which reconstructs chewed food and prevents the stomach acid and bile salts from working. Occasionally, an affected individual will begin sleepwalking and ingesting objects that would normally be dangerous to consume. They cause no harm due to the warped space. It is suspected that instances of SCP-1953-1 cause these behaviours to expand their art galleries. There appear to be multiple, competing "schools" of art among instances of SCP-1953-1. The difference between schools is based on characteristics like the types of food used and artistic genre.1 Addendum: Sample Artistic Pieces Found Inside Affected Subjects Title Of The Description Piece Beauties In Several dresses made of rice and onions and glued White together with whipped cream. Bloody A toboggan made ​​of various types of pasta, with a Inevitability pool of tomato sauce at the end. Sir Zztok Long Antennae the Fifth in the Third War Against the Rebels
Several models of armoured instances of SCP-1953-1 riding beetle-like animals and carrying swords into battle, with one side being led by an instance with very long antennae. All are made of pieces of fruit. The battleground is a miniature volcano which releases Caesar salad.
Until When?
A ball of blue toothpaste covered in broccoli. The broccoli are almost all cut apart and have expressions of pain carved into them.
Ancient Gods
Several models of instances of SCP-1953-1 hiding inside a cave, both made of cookie dough. On the outside are replicas of flying, disk shaped beings or vehicles dropping balls of red cookie dough on giant, roach-like animals made of bone fragments. A sculpture made out of various types of cheese. It
The Birth of the Monster
resembles a mass of the limbs of instances of SCP1953-1. Any instances which approach the sculpture are grabbed by their limbs and absorbed into it. The absorbed instance then appears on the top of "Bloody Inevitability".
A classroom made out of Doritos. The students and teacher are absent. The blackboard has been replaced Our Future with the following message, written with ketchup: "No class today. Go play video games". The Nice A toy robot with exaggerated feet which runs around Guy Shakes stepping on animated models of instances of SCPHis Shiny 1953-1 made out of mayonnaise. Shoes Problem?
Animated models of instances of SCP-1953-1 made out of bread wearing lab coats and orange jumpsuits inside a glass frog.
Welcome Financial Advice
An animated chocolate cake with a mouth. When instances of SCP-1953-1 drop their own money into the mouth, it releases a note which reads "stop wasting money".
Good Listener
A wall made of strawberry cheesecake. It contains several heads of instances of SCP-1953-1. When instances attempt to talk to the wall, it responds by singing "99 Bottles of Beer" backwards.
A real, miniature slot car track. Each car is filled with the fake antennae of instances of SCP-1953-1. When the track is turned on, each car starts moving and the Family Trip antennae start having arguments over whether or not they have already reached their destination, before the cars collide with each other. Source of power is unknown. Happy Hour
A strip club made out of Mentos. Several instances of SCP-1953-1 are dancing around a live turkey wearing women's underwear while Ray Charles' "Mess Around" plays on a radio. Context unknown.
Footnotes1. So far, 7 schools have been identified and designated SCP-1953-1-A through G. Examples include SCP-1953-1-A ("Pasta Interactivists") and SCP-1953-1-D ("Healthy History"), responsible for creating "Bloody Inevitability" and "Sir Zztok Long Antennae the Fifth in the Third War Against the Rebels", respectively (see Addendum).
SCP-1850
SCP-1850 Item #: SCP-1850 Object Class: Safe Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1850 is to be kept in an aircraft hangar at Site 6; the temperature within the hangar is to be kept above 15 (fifteen) degrees Celsius. A radio beacon has been attached to SCP-1850's landing struts; the beacon's battery levels and proper function must be confirmed before SCP-1850 leaves its hangar for any reason. No personnel are to enter SCP-1850's cockpit, or to touch any surface within the cockpit, unless SCP-1850
has first been tranquilized; tranquilizers are to be administered by injecting its food with 80 (eighty) milligrams of diazepam, warming the food to 30 (thirty) degrees Celsius, introducing it into SCP-1850's cockpit, and then waiting until the food has been consumed. An 80milligram dose of diazepam tranquilizes SCP-1850 for approximately 90 minutes; tranquilizers are not to be administered more often than once every ten days. Once every 3 (three) days, SCP-1850 is to be fed 65 (sixty-five) kilograms of mice (Mus musculus), rats (Rattus norvegicus), rabbits (Oryctolagus cuniculus), chickens (Gallus gallus domesticus), and pigeons (Columba livia), pre-killed, and warmed to thirty degrees Celsius. 3 (three) grams of veterinary-grade chondroitin sulfate, and 15 (fifteen) grams of veterinary-grade glucosamine sulfate, are to be included in SCP-1850's food during each feeding. Foundation veterinarians have recommended that, for the sake of its physical health, SCP-1850 is to be allowed to leave its hangar once every 5 (five) days to engage in tethered flight. The tether is to be made of reinforced steel cable, and is not to exceed 150 (one hundred and fifty) meters in length (see document 1850-NL4 for tether specifications). The tether is to be attached before SCP-1850 leaves its hangar; during its flight, SCP-1850 is to be accompanied by two Foundation light aircraft. Tethered flight sessions are not to exceed 40 (forty) minutesin duration. SCP-1850's fuselage and external components are to be hand-washed after each flight session. Description: SCP-1850 is an anomalous organism in the exact shape of a full-size 1917 Sopwith Triplane aircraft. It is composed entirely of living tissue; DNA analysis of samples indicates that it is avian and male, and of an unknown species of the genus Accipiter. Featherless epidermal tissue covers the fuselage, and the airplane infrastructure (struts, etc.) is made of reinforced bone; however, there do not appear to be any other particular correspondences between aircraft structure and avian anatomy (see document 1850-Y23 for detailed analysis of SCP-1850's internal anatomy). Notably, the cockpit functions as a mouth-equivalent: whenever an object with a mass greater than approximately 8 kilograms, and an overall
temperature greater than approximately 30 degrees Celsius, touches any surface within the cockpit, the pilot's seat and safety harness animate, restrain the object, and tear it into small pieces while secreting a mixture of digestive enzymes and gastric acid; the resulting slurry is absorbed through all surfaces in the cockpit. Twenty-four to thirty-six hours after SCP-1850 feeds, its machine gun will activate, and fire several rounds of "ammunition"; this ammunition is formed entirely of guano moving at approximately 8 meters per second, and as such is not considered a significant hazard to personnel. Although SCP-1850 has not been found to have any identifiable sensory organs, it is nonetheless able to detect and respond to external stimuli, and has demonstrated the ability to recognize faces and voices despite the lack of any identifiable brain-analogue. It has also demonstrated the ability to aim its machine gun at specific personnel. SCP-1850 is able to move organs which would correspond to mechanical parts (e.g., rotate its wheels, flex its ailerons, and spin its propeller, with this last apparently being a sign of pleasure), but is largely immobile and docile when on the ground, allowing itself to be touched, probed, and examined as long as nothing is placed within its cockpit; however, it will flinch when tissue samples are taken, tremble during thunderstorms, and bounce up and down when its tether is being attached prior to flight sessions. Subject is able to regenerate tissue removed during sampling; isotopic labeling experiments with subject's food confirm that mass is being conserved and no ectoentropic phenomena are involved. In the 33 years since SCP-1850 entered Foundation custody, the rate at which its tissue regenerates has decreased by approximately 10% (see document 1850-74E for detailed statistical analysis); this is believed to be a natural result of the aging process. As further evidence supporting this hypothesis, radiographic imaging of SCP1850 has revealed the onset of osteoarthritis. During its tethered flight sessions, SCP-1850 will take off and
glide in the manner typical of non-anomalous members of the genus Accipiter; see document 1850-4AC3 for detailed analysis of the anomalous aerodynamic properties this evinces. After 20 to 30 minutes of gliding (or 10 in inclement weather), SCP-1850 will land itself, and roll itself back into its hangar. Addendum: on ██/██/19██, a seismic incident caused structural damage to Site 6, resulting in SCP-1850 breaching containment. Personnel observed it flying free for approximately three minutes, after which it returned to containment of its own volition.
Chapter 9 One More
BWU 31/07/2017 by DeYtH Banger B-Y-T or also know as B-W-I, What's up scummy? Go to your mom! You ain't a man! I gonna bash you 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH'
'BASH' Against the wall, you little piece of shit. … Yeah, You! No one else, Don't Call me by my name "Billy". You little fuckeR ... Try to fuck me up Try to screw me up… And the problem is going to be solve very easy … in a fast and quick manner. 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH'
'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' 'BASH' … Your head… against the wall again… …. Oh you have got money and you think that they are going to save your life? Damn, fucking wrong!
TRYYYYY THE RICH TRICK WE KIDDO… And I am going to pull your heart out of your body. … DON'T WORRY, I AM VERY CALM… SPEECH IS AGRESSIVE… NOT ME… I AM FAST AND QUICK… … Don'T point yourself you…. Pathetic piece of shit… which is still around Daddy and mommy.. Guess what 'I am not any longer around them' … Hog, you don't give a fuck… Come Come …
Great … CONGRATS, WEALLY you had the guts… to come here… …. Put your fingers here Jack said "Why" … Billy said "No Need to ask questions…" …. Jack said "No" Billy said " You had the guts to come here… but not the fingers." Billy, took Jack's hand and chop one by one each fingers of Jack's hands.
Past-CChangedD 07/28/2017 By DeYtH Banger Haha, just leave me to laugh. I am here on this planet… Earth since 1994 Year. I am here til 2016-2017… Still Livin Greed hasn't ended… if you are born already… you have the supposed ticket to join the Greed Community.… I am fucking wrong… You are already a member of this community… You auto go there… few years… living in this planetvlike 9-10… and if you are around group of #Greed. Don't even think of asking anyone why about why you are so selfish. The answer inside your question, but take a break now… No Need For heavy weights to proof something which you aren't really. To take a mask means… to put 1000 Wights on your shoulder…. …. Let's make a conclusion… after all 2017 Year is one of the most prosperous years in the history of the whole human civilization. Greed is quality which you need to survive in such a crucial planet like Earth. Yes…yes we have Computer games… we have high technology like smartphones, laptops, computers. We have Ebooks and Books, Audio books. I guessing that with the person with which now I am interacting is laughing at me… (Dear You). Probably it's because what I just
described is something far far far away from what your "Now" have as technology my "Now", sadly enough is your "past". Very Deterministic my behavio is right now. (I need little break… just let me take a sit…)) So yeah… you could be laughing at my poor language or even this language which now as I speak by the time which has passed has been forgotten. Like many other languages as I speak are dieing, … I mean really right now… - No fucking clue as for which languages are disappearing. Probably are the non-famous language group, but if this language which now I am speaking, which is defined as English/American has pooooooooof vanished. I just don't see any type of benefit of human race when the main goal is destruction and ruining history. All data has been corrupted, I am even not sure as for will be my message send to the public after the early comming up 20-30 years as the same format as you are reading now or somebody is going to destroy all my work? …Which has started it's prosperous days since I was 15 Yeard old kiddo! As for my last wishes are if my works gets changed or destroyed… I pray to God to save me from that horrific situation. Which no any thy human want to be part of it.
(Note: As I speak I am walking up to my next destination = Fitness, it's 07/28/2017.) I keep asking myself why people put make Up, when ugly = ugly. No any medicine has been ever created to remove the humans ugliness. You are ugly, just accept it! Hey, fat bitch… Yes, you…. Stop the Fitness workout… most likely to die from heart attack than to put down few weights. Hey, Skinny Bitch… Stop the workout you don't have any type of mass on your body, where are you thinking to go? Next Generation, mutants? Logically, It's so wrong. It Feels, Fantastic.
Chapter 10 SCP - BONUS
SCP-904 Item #: SCP-904 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: SCP-904 should be inscribed on an ordinary sheet of typing paper when not in active observation or study. This paper should be secured in a secure locked noncombination vault and stored out of range of any recording devices. SCP-904 should only be handled or directly viewed by class-D personnel without backgrounds in literature, writing, or art. Any personnel viewing SCP-904 experiencing hallucinations or suicidal thoughts should be removed immediately from the situation. Description: SCP-904 was discovered scratched on a bathroom wall in the literature department of ████████ University, after reports of unusual behavior and difficulty speaking in approximately 300 students and staff. Mobile Task Force Eta-10 ("See No Evil") was sent to contain it, after its viral nature was realized, and although all three class-D personnel involved in its transport were infected by visual contact, it was transported to Site-██ without incident. SCP-904 presents a slight memetic hazard to all who read it, but it is only harmful to those with a specific creative-type mindset. An infected individual can infect other individuals. Symptoms include the tendency to use end rhymes uncontrollably, in all speech. Reading SCP-904 multiple times, or being very close to it after reading it once, will result in the development of a more refined poetic form, containing iambic pentameter, a more complicated poetic form, or more fitting rhymes. The infection is not permanent. Some individuals will remain affected for up to twenty four hours, while others will shake off the infection within ten minutes. Typically, infections caught from other individuals will be shorter in duration than infections from the
source. However, some individuals, mostly those with backgrounds in poetry and the arts, are more adversely affected by the infection. These individuals have a more difficult time losing the infection. In rare cases, it will not subside, but will induce hallucinations regarding being "trapped" (in cages, coffins or otherwise), a state of extreme depression, and the feeling that they are unable to express their thoughts or that their body is not theirs anymore, or that they are being possessed. Often the subject will choose to self-terminate. Researchers should use discretion when choosing who will view SCP904. Addendum 1: A class-D personnel was exposed to SCP-904 and successfully infected. When asked to use a sentence ending in the word “ninth” (a word with no rhymes in the English language), [DATA EXPUNGED]. It should be noted that while infected individuals don't casually choose to use non-rhyming words, they are able to and the consequences may be deadly. At the request of the cleaning crews assigned to clean up the blood, researchers are strongly discouraged from similar experiments. Addendum 2: If this ever breaks containment, we’re going to be facing a disaster, suicidal poets or not. –Doctor █████
SCP-058 Item #: SCP-058 Object Class: Keter Special Containment Procedures: SCP-058 is to be kept in isolation in a 5 m by 5 m by 5 m containment chamber at all times. Walls are to be constructed of 3 m (10 ft) of reinforced heatresistant steel, backed with a further 10 m (33 ft) of reinforced concrete. SCP-058 is to be fed a live cow every three days. Maintenance is to be conducted every sixty (60) minutes while SCP058 is dormant and every fifteen (15) minutes when SCP-058 is active. Under no circumstances is SCP-058 to be allowed out of its containment area. SCP-058 is to be audio recorded at all times. No personnel are to listen to SCP-058 for more than thirty (30) minutes at a time. In case of escape, facility is to be considered compromised and detonation of on-site nuclear weaponry is to commence. To date, SCP-058 has been responsible for the death of at least one hundred and forty-nine (149) Class-D personnel and fourteen (14) Agents at its current site. Description: SCP-058 resembles a bovine heart, with four (4) arthropod-like legs used primarily for movement, and four (4) tentacles of adjustable length, covered with razor sharp spines. It has a single sharp 'stinger' on its rear, where the hole for the superior vena cava would be in a typical organ. SCP-058's tentacles can be "whipped" to a distance of 3.2 m (10.5 ft) at speeds in excess of 320 km/h (200 mph). SCP-058 is extremely hostile and will use every opportunity afforded to it to inflict damage on its surroundings. SCP-058 has been shown to be highly resilient to trauma, and should be approached with caution even when apparently incapacitated. SCP-058 is highly mobile and capable of rapid movement on both horizontal and vertical surfaces. It has been recorded reaching a speed of approximately 90 km/h (55 mph) in short bursts, covering
distances up to 200 m (656 ft), and has the ability to accelerate from 0 to 90 km/h (55 mph) in less than two (2) seconds. It has been shown to use its tentacles for increased leverage and stability, as well as utilizing them to pull itself to other surfaces at high speeds. SCP-058 'speaks' in a human voice, though no method of producing sound has been observed in its physiology. It speaks with vocal tone and accent of an elderly British male with a slight lisp and deep voice. SCP-058 talks constantly, regardless of conditions: even when attacking, SCP-058's voice and pace of speech are unchanged. The speech of SCP-058 lacks any detectable correlation to events, persons, or exterior locations involved with SCP-058 (see Transcript of Interview 058-04). Notes: SCP-058 was first encountered at Site ██ as it came out of [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-058 was extremely hostile and appeared to be very agitated. Initially SCP-058 attacked Site ██, which resulted in the death of ██ faculty and ██ Agents. SCP-058 went on to attack the nearby town of ███████████, resulting in the death of over [REDACTED] citizens and the destruction of seventy percent (70%) of the surrounding buildings. Post-Breach analysis determined a majority of the deaths are attributable to fire and fire-related injuries, resulting from a widespread of "stinger fluid" by SCP-058 from a large structure. This is also blamed for a majority of structural damage. █████████ by SCP-058 accounts for only 8% of total deaths, with major evidence [DATA EXPUNGED] SCP-058 was finally contained after being crushed and incapacitated by a large amount of masonry from a building that had collapsed on top of it. SCP-058 was then extracted and transported to ████████ by Agents and MTF teams. SCP-058 was contained at ████████ for three weeks, during which it made minimal attempts to move, attributed both to physical damage and bloating from █████████ during the initial breach incident. Testing
during this period was limited, with SCP-058 still maintaining a high threat level even in its impaired state. SCP-058 breached containment on ██/██/████ during an attempted transfer to an SCP Containment Site, causing multiple deaths and injuries. SCP-058 was eventually incapacitated by Agent ██████, who managed to subdue SCP-058 by running it over with an M1 tank, pinning it beneath the armored vehicle. SCP-058 was subsequently secured and transported to Armed Bio-Containment Area 14. Transcript of Interview 058-04: SCP-058: I had dreams of the queen wonders that lived inside the hearts of love and silent treatments of all the elderly that I knew were once whole. Dr Johnston: What is your name? SCP-058: I seek the revelations of all that the holy told to the unwise in the dreams of cold embers in sunlight that fade across lakes of black blood and snakes that eat the loaves of children from lamb trees in autumn. Dr Johnston: What is your name? SCP-058: Endless suffering is the woe of ignorant men who never lack to seek the depth of their own hearts and only see the wealth of a poor world suffering to flay its own back in knife wounds of silver and brutal gladness. Dr Johnston: Where are you from? SCP-058: The nightmare is a dream to the nameless slug that wanders across minefield and the remains of deer and kings. Personnel D-067: This is some creepy ass- (D-067 cuts off into screaming) SCP-058: Nightshade is shadows in all honest blinks that sort through the bile of newborn plagues, instant warmth is a mother's milk in dreams before anything was ever evil. Personnel D-067: (Continues screaming) Dr Johnston: Let him go! SCP-058: In seconds the sun is beating like drums in all hearts eat the ear of noise.
Personnel D-067: (Screaming is cut short abruptly) SCP-058: The sensual violence of lust is all the assurance you will ever need to know the worth of life. End Log
SCP-2300
SCP-2300-26 Item #: SCP-2300 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2300 instances are currently individually contained within specially-designed containment units within Site ██. Containment units must not match the composition of the SCP-2300 instance they contain and must be resistant to damage caused by the contained instance's three states of matter. Radioactive instances of SCP-2300 are to be placed in a separate containment area with appropriate shielding. Description: SCP-2300 is the collective designation for a series of 98 miniature humanoid figures. Each instance is composed of a single chemical element, and is marked with their respective atomic number on the crown of their heads. Individual SCP-2300 are designated to match this marking. SCP-2300 are solid at all times regardless of the atmospheric pressure and temperature, and exhibit the normal properties of the respective element when in a solid state. However, SCP-2300 can be physically damaged, and separated material is subject to normal melting, freezing, and boiling points. SCP-2300 are able to consume any and all matter, allowing them to regenerate sustained damages if necessary. Material not matching the instance will be ejected from the mouth orifice as a solid mass several minutes later, which will often be passed on to other SCP-2300 to consume. SCP-2300 are sapient and display varying degrees of intelligence, with SCP-2300 composed of elements with a lower density typically
displaying greater intelligence. SCP-2300 often group together with others within their elemental period. While incapable of verbal speech1, SCP-2300 comprehend both verbal and written English. Interviews staged with writing implements reveal that SCP-2300 consider SCP-2300-2, -10, -18, -36, -54, and -86 to be of nobility, each ruling over the elemental period they are in. SCP-2300-2, considered the highest noble and by extension ruler over the first six periods, often defers to SCP-2300-1 as -1 appears to be the most intelligent of SCP-2300 (with a Foundation Intelligence Quotient of 132). SCP-2300-87 to -98 do not follow this monarchy, instead taking part in a monastic order following the teachings of SCP2300-1 directly. Testing reveals that while these instances meditate, they are not subject to radioactive decay, and it is hypothesized that other radioactive instances are also capable of this should they join the monastic order. SCP-2300 often damage themselves to create tools from their bodies to carry out given tasks, sometimes altering themselves so severely that their entire body is a tool for other SCP-2300 to use, thus necessitating other SCP-2300 to force feed them to instigate regeneration. Should the mouth be damaged in a way that prevents typical regeneration, SCP-2300 will attempt to anomalously build a replacement from the leftover material. Newly created instances possess no knowledge of their former self, and must be instructed by other SCP-2300 about their culture and situation. Most SCP-2300 activity is dedicated to the creation of art, which often possess anomalous properties. Despite SCP-2300 normally segregating themselves into small groups, they will often hold gatherings in the form of a gallery. However, there appears to be no preliminary process to what can be in any given gallery, meaning less experienced SCP-2300 are capable of showcasing material deemed unsatisfactory to a majority of their more experienced peers. While works that are universally viewed as poor are often removed from galleries within a small time-frame, some are left on display due to the approval of the high number of less experienced SCP-2300.
Footnotes1. The transmission of communication between SCP2300 is currently unknown.
Chapter 11 Medicine
Bad Habits That Wreck Your Teeth Keeping Your Smile White, Bright, and Healthy We all know the basics when it comes to keeping your teeth healthy: brush, floss, visit the dentist twice a year. But there are habits and lifestyle choices that could be harming your dental health that will surprise you. In this article, you will learn some of the nasty habits to avoid to protect your teeth from tooth decay and discoloration. Learn what causes teeth grinding, the best ways to keep your teeth white, and how to avoid cavities by making simple, effective changes to your daily habits. Avoid Chewing Ice Chewing ice is a seemingly harmless, often unconscious habit. But ice chewing can cause permanent damage to our teeth, putting small cracks in the enamel. These cracks can grow larger over time and ultimately cause a tooth to fracture, requiring a visit to the dentist and unnecessary expense to get the cracks fixed. If you find yourself chewing ice as a habit, try opting for chilled water instead, or order your drinks without ice to resist the harmful urge to chew those cubes. Bad Dental Habit: Sports Without a Mouth Guard You wouldn’t play football without a helmet, would you? Why play a sport without a mouth guard then? Going out on the playing field without something to protect your teeth is as important as wearing a helmet and other protective body gear. Believe it or not, an estimated 5 million teeth are knocked out
every year through sports. According to the American Dental Association, mouth guards prevent 200,000 sports-related mouth injuries every year. Those who lose teeth from rough play probably wish they had put their mouth guards in first. Wouldn’t you? Who Should Wear a Mouth Guard? Your teeth are vulnerable to being knocked out or damaged from high impact sports such as basketball, football, lacrosse, water polo, hockey, softball, skateboarding, rugby, mixed martial arts, and soccer. In fact the Academy for Sports Dentistry recommends mouth guards for more than 40 different sports. A sports mouth guard helps cushion hard blows to the teeth and jaw. It has the added health benefit of protecting the soft tissues of your lips, tongue, cheeks, and gums from being sliced by your teeth. Not only that, some believe it may offer a little shock absorption to protect you from a concussion as well. Choosing a Mouth Guard When it comes to mouth guards, you have four choices based on level of protection. Light protection: These mouth guards are soft and bendy. They’re good for kids and low-impact sports like volleyball.
Medium protection: These are soft like light protection mouth guards, but they offer more protection and are more suitable to rougher activity. Athletes playing basketball, soccer, rugby, and softball could get good use out of this category of mouth guard. Heavy protection: Like its name implies, a heavy-protection mouth guard is going to prepare your teeth for a stronger impact. Boxers and martial arts enthusiasts often use mouth guards at this level of protection. Extra heavy protection: This is the highest level of protection offered by a mouth guard. If you play a sport with a high chance of intense collision, such as kickboxing, this is the mouth guard for you. These mouth guards are also useful when playing sports that require a stick or racquet in close quarters, such as hockey or lacrosse. Bad Dental Habit: Baby Bottle Tooth Decay Tired parents might be tempted to do anything to get their restless babies to sleep. Although it is tempting, avoid sending your bouncing bundle of joy to bed with a bottle in his or her mouth. That’s because of a condition called baby bottle tooth decay. What Is Baby Bottle Tooth Decay? Bottles of milk at bedtime increase the risk of early dental decay in baby’s mouth. Prolonged exposure of the sugar in milk works with mouth bacteria to break down tooth enamel and results in rampant decay. Here are some tips to help you protect your baby’s teeth to ensure a healthy upbringing: Don’t send baby to bed with a bottle unless that bottle only contains water. Skip the sippy cup: only use regular cups and begin introducing them between ages six and eight months. Wean your baby off the bottle by the time he or she turns 1. As soon as you see the teeth pop up, start brushing them at
least once a day. Avoid sticky, sweet, starchy snacks that can lead to tooth decay. Instead try whole grains, cheese, plain yogurt, fruits, and vegetables. Encourage your children to drink water instead of sugary drinks like soda, juice, and sports drinks. Dental Danger: Tongue Piercings Tongue piercings are a trend that can come at a hefty price in terms of cost to your health. Highly discouraged by dentists, tongue piercings can cause lots of problems to the teeth, and to the mouth overall. Here are some of the potential health hazards of tongue piercings: They may cause teeth to chip or break, requiring dental work. They can also rub against the gums and cause permanent gum recession, which can lead to sensitivity and even tooth loss. The mouth has millions of bacteria. Mouth jewelry can encourage bacterial buildup, creating an overall unhealthy situation. Repeatedly clicking the jewelry against teeth can damage teeth and fillings, and so can accidentally biting down too hard on the piercing. Piercings can become infected. This is especially dangerous in the mouth, where a swollen tongue could cut off breathing, causing you to choke. Some people experience allergic reactions to the metal in piercings. Piercings can numb your tongue due to nerve damage. This is
usually temporary, but it may wind up being permanent. The piercing can interfere with dental x-rays. In some cases, tongue piercings can cause teeth to gap by being forced between them repeatedly. Bad Dental Habit: Teeth Grinding If you find yourself grinding your teeth, you’re not alone. In the US, roughly 30 to 40 million people grind their teeth. Teeth grinding, also known as bruxism, can be an inherited trait, and it is often linked to stress or anxiety. While teeth grinding can happen at any time, many people grind their teeth in their sleep without knowing it. Teeth grinding may pose an assortment of health problems to your mouth. These include: chipped tooth enamel, cracked teeth, loose teeth, flat, worn-down teeth, joint problems, and tooth loss. Because teeth grinding often happens while asleep, many people don’t realize they’re doing it. Some symptoms of teeth grinding include loose teeth, neck aches, earaches, and dull headaches, a jaw that’s tired and sore, and a clicking sound when you open your mouth. Talk to a dentist if you suspect you may be grinding your teeth. Your dentist may recommend one of the following treatments:
a mouth guard, a bite adjustment (correcting the way your top and bottom teeth fit together), reducing stress, and medications to relieve sore muscles. Bad Dental Habit: Cough Drops A cough drop may ease a sore throat, but many of them can make dental problems worse. Cough drops have a lot of sugar. Sucking on them bathes your teeth in that sugar. With a mouth full of sugar, bacteria proliferate. As they do, your chances of tooth decay and gum disease increase, too. Rather than suck down typical cough drops, look for sugar-free options instead. Bad Dental Habit: Gummy Candy Most people know that sugar can lead to cavities. But some sugary foods are worse than others. Candy that sticks to the teeth can get stuck between the crevices of a tooth, and saliva can’t wash it away. Some sugary treats to avoid include
gummy candies (gummy bears, gummy worms, etc.), caramels, raisins and other dried fruits, and jelly beans. Most of these candies can be found in sugar-free varieties. Choose these instead for healthier teeth. At a minimum, good tooth brushing and flossing after consuming these goodies can help, too. Bad Dental Habit: Soda High sugar and acid content make for a bad combination for your teeth. Frequent soda drinking will essentially bathe your teeth in sugar and can lead to dental decay. Additionally, increased acid exposure works to erode tooth enamel and can lead to teeth sensitivity. If you insist on drinking soda, try these tips: Cut back on the soda you drink every day. Opt for the healthier thirst-quencher, water. Minimize the erosion of enamel by rinsing with water after your teeth have been exposed to acidic beverages. Try sipping acidic drinks through a straw to avoid contact with the teeth. Wait at least 30 minutes before brushing with a soft toothbrush after acid exposure to avoid further breakdown and wear of your enamel.
Bad Dental Habit: Tearing Into Packaging With Teeth Teeth are meant for eating and smiling! Any other use can be unhealthy; your teeth are not knives, and they’re not scissors either. Although it may seem convenient in the short term, opening potato chip bags, bobby pins, or even bottle caps with your teeth can cause teeth to chip or fracture. To save your teeth, reach for the proper tools for such tasks instead. Bad Dental Habit: Sports Drinks It may seem healthier than soda, but sports drinks bring many of the same problems. Both contain lots of sugar and acids, plus the sugar encourages acid-producing bacteria to proliferate in your mouth, causing tooth decay. To avoid the risk of decay and dental enamel erosion, opt for refreshing, calorie-free and fat-free water instead.
Bad Dental Habit: Fruit Juice Is fruit juice healthier than soda? Fruit juice can be healthy due to its vitamin and mineral content. But this benefit can be diminished by the presence of high amounts of sugar in fruit juice. We tend to underestimate the amount of sugar in naturally sweet fruit juice. For example, apple juice contains approximately as much sugar as the same volume of soda. Here is the sugar content of some popular fruit juices, based on a 12-ounce serving: Grape juice: 58 grams Apple juice: 39 grams Orange juice: 33 grams Try diluting fruit juice with water to help reduce sugar content and minimize sugar exposure to your teeth. Bad Dental Habit: Potato Chips Starchy snacks break down and stick to teeth readily, creating a perfect environment for bacterial plaque to form and wreak havoc. Soon after snacking, plan on flossing and brushing to keep the level of plaque down. Bad Dental Habit: Constant Snacking
Constant snacking throughout the day means food debris and plaque sit on your teeth for a prolonged amount of time. If you need to snack between meals, consider snacking on cleansing-type foods that minimize plaque buildup. A few good choices are apples, carrots, and celery. Bad Dental Habit: Pencil Chewing We often unconsciously chew on pencils or bite objects when we are concentrating. This puts a lot of pressure on teeth, which can cause teeth to chip or fracture over time. If this is a nervous habit of yours, try a healthier substitute. Chewing sugarless gum can prevent tooth damage, and it also stimulates saliva production and helps to cleanse teeth in the process. Bad Dental Habit: Drinking Coffee A morning cup of coffee helps many of us start the day. Unfortunately, caffeine can interfere with saliva flow, cause a dry mouth, and lead to tooth decay. Also, adding sugar to your brew increases the risk of tooth decay even more. To counteract the effect of a dry mouth from caffeine, drink water frequently throughout the day.
Bad Dental Habit: Smoking Did you need another reason to quit smoking? Well, here’s one: Tobacco use dries out the mouth and increases the amount of plaque buildup around our teeth. Smokers are more likely to lose teeth compared to nonsmokers due to gum disease. Additionally, tobacco use is a big risk factor for oral cancer. To increase your chances of success in kicking this unhealthy habit, seek help from your doctor. Bad Dental Habit: Drinking Red Wine You think it’s hard to get a red wine stain out of a white tablecloth? Think about what it’s doing to your teeth. Three things contribute to the staining of your teeth when you drink red wine: Chromogen, the deep color in red wine. Acid content in wine etches teeth and makes them more prone to pick up stain. Tannins in wine help the stain bind to teeth. Bad Dental Habit: Drinking White Wine White wine may seem to be the harmless version of red wine; however, white wine still contains the acid and tannins that help bind stains to teeth. Staining actually comes from foods or drinks you consume after
drinking white wine. After drinking anything acidic, avoid brushing your teeth for at least 30 minutes to avoid damaging your teeth further. Bad Dental Habit: Binge Eating Binge eating usually involves consuming large amounts of sugary foods and drinks, which may lead to dental decay. Binge eating may also occur with another eating disorder such as bulimia, in which the food is purged by vomiting. Because vomit is highly acidic, it can erode and damage teeth over time. Medical care and intervention are important to address these eating disorders. Unfortunately, many who suffer from binge eating disorder do their best to hide their condition from close friends and family, making it hard to ask for help. But asking for help from a trusted medical professional is the first step to getting proper treatment. Treatment for binge eating disorder should be discussed with a professional psychiatrist, psychologist or other mental health professional. Therapy for changing eating habits, as well as your thoughts and feelings that contribute to your binge eating, may include one or more approaches, including: cognitive behavioral therapy, interpersonal therapy, and dialectical behavior therapy.
Bad Habits That Wreck Your Teeth (After Math) Then I asked myself after the Teeth Bad Habbits, will I die? ... I like ice-cream, I like chocolate... and jelly bellies
5 Tips to Prevent Gym Injuries
by Josh Ocampo With dry chalk covering the palms of my hands and sweat running down the side of my face, I took one last look in the mirror to check my form before bracing bending over the bar. I was about to deadlift 450 pounds — a one-rep personal record — and a goal I thought I would never hit. I rubbed my hands together in the hopes that the warmth would somehow make for a better grip (it wouldn't, and didn't). I hinged over the barbell, initiated the pull, then suddenly a sharp pain ran through my body like an electrical current, and my lower back seized up. I collapsed, writhing in pain, and could feel my back spasm with every movement as I struggled to stand back up. Unable to, I begged the assistance (both physical and emotional) of a nearby gym-goer. Because deadlifts recruit nearly every muscle in your posterior
chain — from the back of your neck down to your ankles — they're typically a person's strongest lift. My deadlift weight far exceeds my numbers on both bench and squats (and no, I don’t skip leg day). It was the first proper lift I learned some six years ago, taught by my brother at our local YMCA. In the beginning, I told myself it was impossible. Lifting weight off the ground? How can that be good for you? Is this a scam perpetuated by moving companies? But week by week, I improved — switching from program to program. At various points, my deadlift plateaued, as did the thrill of it, and only the ability to lift 5 pounds more would satiate me. MORE: Feeling the Burn? Or Is That an Injury? How to Tell the Difference This all came to a head in a corner of Clay Health Club Spa six months ago, when I went for my PR. In one single lift, I managed to upend years of progress. I underwent physical therapy three times a week, and couldn't lift as much as an empty barbell. In my mind, I had regressed to my former adolescent self, lanky and selfconscious. Through steady progression and therapy, my back has recovered, though not without setbacks. Here are five lessons I’ve learned in the process. Take this advice, and you'll never need to experience six months of pain and ice packs. Stretch When You're Not Working Out Stretching to cooldown post-workout is obvious. But stretching in your downtime — be it during the four-minute countdown on your microwaved dinner or first thing when you get out of bed — is just as crucial. I spend a couple minutes every morning and night stretching my legs to ease pressure in my lower back. And it's a habit that does wonders for anyone who sits in a cubicle for hours every day. The yoga cat/cow poses are my go-to: get on all-fours and round your back for a few seconds, then arch it, and repeat. Stop Obsessing About Numbers
Lifting doesn't injure people — people injure themselves. And hefting heavy weights with bad form is one big reason why. It’s easy to get caught up in adding plates and pushing your PR higher and higher, but hard to acknowledge when form gives and your body bares the brunt of your decisions. Focus on perfect form before moving up in weight, and don’t concern yourself with the opinions of your fellow gym-goers, who are usually neither concerned nor aware of you (Unless you accompany your lifts with Thor-like grunts. Every gym has one). Try to lift in profile to a mirror, which is particularly helpful for the deadlift — from this perspective, it’s easy to catch accidental back rounding, and to make sure your lats, core, and glutes are engaged and ready to fire. Don’t Ignore the Core Strengthening your core has the ability to prevent an injury and relieve pain from one, especially in the lower back. During my first few PT sessions, I expected a yoga-like approach to my recovery with lots of back stretches and extensions, only to discover that nearly half of my time was spent working on my core. It was the ab workout I never knew I needed. Here are two moves that I still do today to keep my core solid: First, a muscle-firing move. Lie on your back with both legs in the air, knees bent at a 90-degree angle. Place your right hand on your left knee, and push; try to resist any movement — this will force you to engage your core. Repeat on the right knee using your left hand. The second exercise is Bird Dogs. Get on all-fours, and lift your right arm and left leg in the air, keeping both extended so they're parallel to the floor, with your back straight and hips level. Hold that for 10 seconds, then repeat, lifting your left arm and right leg. That's one rep. Do three sets for both exercises. ALSO: Is Your Back Primed for Injury? Take These Tests to Find Out Do More With Less After my injury and first month off exercise — what I deemed a
"full recovery" — I went back to the gym and immediately made an attempt at my usual deadlift routine. This was the biggest mistake I could have made; I suffered an even worse muscle spasm, and it ruined any chance of a quick recovery. To gradually build back my strength and stamina, my physical therapist suggested I focus on high reps of light weights rather than low reps of heavy weight. I soon became accustomed to lifting multiple sets at 10 or more reps at significantly lighter weights than I used before. Increasing volume and lowering the weight doesn't necessarily compromise your potential for gains either. In fact, a 2010 study showed that high-volume resistance exercise has the potential to stimulate even more muscle growth than low-volume exercise at higher weights. Higher volume, most importantly, allowed me to recover without compromising my lower back. And anecdotally, at least, this technique allowed me to finish workouts quicker (thanks to less rest between sets) and I never left the gym without a sweat-stained shirt. Program Off Days Rest days, I've learned well, are as crucial as workouts. Incorporating more of them into your routine can have endless benefits: you allow muscles sufficient time to heal and rebuild, so you actually get stronger, faster; you prevent burnout — physical and mental — from doing the same routine over and over; and finally, you give yourself the opportunity to do feel-good recovery activities, like yoga or a massage. Finally, to help safeguard against injury, adequate sleep is crucial. A study conducted on adolescent athletes in 2014 showed that those who slept less than eight hours were 1.7 times more likely to incur an injury than those who slept more than eight. Rings true for me. When I went for that max deadlift, I was at the end of a long week with little to no sleep, hadn’t taken a true rest day in weeks, and my back paid the price. But that old saying is true, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger — or at least helps you train smarter.
Common Skin Problems & Solutions Skin Problems? Is your skin itchy, oozing, or breaking out? Moles, rashes, hives, and eczema are just a few of the more than 3,000 skin disorders that affect people every day. Changes in color or texture can result from inflammation, infection, or allergic reactions anywhere on the body. Some skin conditions can be minor, temporary, and easily treated -while others can be very serious, and even deadly. Read on to see signs and symptoms of the most common skin disorders and learn how to identify them. Shingles (Herpes Zoster) Herpes zoster, also known as shingles, is caused by the return of a chickenpox infection from latently infected nerve cells in the spinal cord or brain. It begins as a painful sensation which is often mistaken for a musculoskeletal injury or even a heart attack.. It is soon followed within one or two days by a red, blistering unilateral (onesided) rash distributed to the skin supplied by a sensory nerve (a dermatome). Zoster tends to occur most often in the elderly and can be largely prevented or made less severe with a vaccination. Treatment with antiviral drugs within 48 hours of the onset of the eruption may limit the development of a persistent, severe pain (neuralgia) at the site of the eruption.
Hives (Urticaria) Hives, also known as urticaria, is a very common allergic skin condition most often due to antibodies in the bloodstream that recognize foreign substances. This eruption appears suddenly anywhere on the body as elevated blanched bumps surrounded by an intensely itchy red rash. There may be many lesions, but each one only exists for eight to 12 hours. As older ones resolve, newer ones may develop. Most of the time, urticaria resolves spontaneously within eight weeks and is treated with oral antihistamines for symptomatic relief. Psoriasis Psoriasis is a chronic, inflammatory genetic condition in which patients develop scaling red bumps that coalesce into plaques and typically occur but are not limited to the scalp, elbows, and knees. Psoriasis is not curable; it can come and go by itself. There are a variety of treatments depending on the severity and extent of involvement, which vary from topical creams and ultraviolet light exposure to oral drugs and injectable medications. Patients with psoriasis more commonly develop cardiovascular disease and diabetes, which may be attributable to system-wide inflammation.
Eczema Atopic dermatitis (called eczema) is a genetic condition that presents in early childhood with a chronic itchy, weeping, oozing dermatitis. It tends to localize to the arm creases opposite the elbow and on the leg opposite the knee. Many patients also have inhalant allergies such as asthma and hay fever. The condition improves with age. Treatment involves the application of emollients to wet skin and the use of topical steroids. Rosacea Rosacea is a chronic inflammatory condition of the face that is characterized by redness, dilated blood vessels, papules, pustules, and occasionally by the overgrowth of nasal connective tissue (rhinophyma). It superficially resembles teenaged acne, but it occurs in adults. Persistent facial flushing is an early sign of the skin's uncontrolled sensitivity to certain naturally produced inflammatory chemicals. Treatment of rosacea involves topical and oral drugs. Cold Sores (Fever Blisters)
Herpes labialis (cold sore) is caused by the herpes simplex virus. Cold sores commonly appear on the edge of the lip. This virus exists in a dormant state in the spinal cord nerve cells, and after certain environmental triggers like a sunburn or a cold, the virus is induced to travel along a peripheral nerve to the same skin site over and over again. The eruption is self-limited to about seven to 10 days so that treatment is unnecessary unless the eruption becomes too frequent. Plant Rashes In allergic individuals, the development of a linear blistering eruption occurs within 24-48 hours of exposure to a member of the poison ivy or poison oak family of plants. Since the plant contains highly allergenic chemicals, most people will become allergic after a single priming exposure. The eruption will resolve within three weeks but will occur again the next time the skin comes in contact with the plant. Treating Plant Rashes The repeated application of cool wet compresses to the blisters followed by evaporation of the water can be soothing and speed healing. Treatment with steroids creams or even oral steroids may be required in severe cases. Once a person is allergic, this is permanent; it is important to avoid this plant family assiduously so this very unpleasant allergic reaction will not recur. Many of those allergic to poison ivy or poison oak (Toxicodendron) are also sensitive to mango
skin and cashew nut oil. Razor Bumps This eruption occurs in areas of the skin in which hairs have been recently cut or extracted. This is commonly present in the beard area of individuals with very tightly coiled hair. When the hair is cut off or plucked out below the level of the follicular pore, it tends to curl into the side of the follicle and cause an inflammatory bump. Not shaving closely is very important in preventing this skin condition. Skin Tags Skin tags are small, fleshy, fibrovascular, pedunculated (on a stalk) growths that are often are found on the neck and armpits. They are generally asymptomatic unless they become irritated by frictional forces or their blood supply becomes compromised. They are very common and need not be removed or destroyed unless they become irritated. Acne
Acne vulgaris is a noninfectious eruption of papules and pustules on the face and occasionally on the chest and back. It occurs in all teenagers as they progress through puberty. Comedones (blackheads) and inflammatory papules and pustules are all present simultaneously. This is not a condition of dirty skin but is mediated by hormones that begin to circulate during puberty. The condition generally resolves around the age of 20-30 but may produce scarring if severe and left untreated. Athlete's Foot One of the most common causes of athlete's foot is an infection of the dead superficial layer of the skin called the stratum corneum by a fungal mold (tinea pedis) called a dermatophyte. If inflammatory, it may produce a blistering eruption which is quite itchy. Noninflammatory tinea pedis produces a dry scaling appearance and is frequently not very irritating. Tinea pedis is probably frequently contracted by walking barefoot in locker rooms. Topical antifungal creams are available over the counter and can be helpful in treating the infection. Moles Although the term mole may cover a variety of different sorts of skin growths, most often it refers to a localized accumulation of pigment-producing cells called melanocytes. These are generally uniform in color and round in shape. Melanocytic nevi (moles) range in color from beige to black, they're ½ inch in diameter, and are often located on sun-exposed skin. Poorly pigmented individuals may have an average of 35 of these growths by the time they are 35 years old. These are benign lesions but can be confused with various pigmented
skin cancers. Pigmented lesions that itch, bleed, or grow could be cause for concern. Age or Liver Spots These flat brown spots typically appear on the face and forearms older individuals. Although they cause no symptoms, patients detest them because of their unsightly appearance. They can be treated in a variety of ways, but treatment is not medically necessary. Pityriasis Rosea This rash usually begins in a young adult as a single scaling bump or patch and then extends to cover much of the torso with many scaling spots that are elliptical in shape. They are associated with modest itching which only occasionally requires treatment. The condition usually lasts about 6-8 weeks in total. Melasma This condition occurs most commonly in women of childbearing age and is often associated with pregnancy or the ingestion of oral contraceptive medication. This flat brownish pigmentation occurs on the forehead, cheeks, and in the mustache area of the upper lip. It often persists after pregnancy or after birth control has ceased. Sunlight will make it darker. Successful treatment is not easy, and strict sun protection is a necessity.
Warts The development of small keratotic tumors of the skin is caused by one of about 200 members of the human papillomavirus group. They often spontaneously go away, but particularly stubborn warts may require medical intervention. The proliferation of various treatments reflects the fact that successful resolution mostly depends upon the patient's immune response. There are a variety of treatments available without a prescription that ought to be tried prior to seeing a physician. Seborrheic Keratoses This is the single most common benign bump present on people as they age. Lesions may be present anywhere on the body and generally do not produce symptoms. They appear as black, brown, or yellow bumpy lesions which give the appearance of having been "glued" onto the skin. They are of no medical significance aside from the fact that they are occasionally confused with pigmented skin cancers. Seborrheic Dermatitis
Seborrheic dermatitis is the single most common rash of adults. When it occurs in infancy, it is commonly called cradle cap. The adult disease tends to favor the scalp, skin behind the ears, forehead, brows, nasolabial folds of the face, mid-chest area, and the midback, producing an itchy, red scaling dermatitis. The scaling in the scalp can be conspicuous, producing impressive dandruff. The cause of this condition is unclear, but it responds well to topical steroids and to topical antifungal creams. Medicated shampoos containing tar, selenium sulfide, and zinc pyrithione are often effective. This condition commonly improves spontaneously but will ultimately recur. There is no cure so treatment must continue indefinitely.
Does Ringworm Mean I Have Worms? What Is Ringworm? Ringworm is a common skin disorder otherwise known as “tinea” or “dermatophytosis.” It is caused by a fungus that can live on skin, surfaces like locker room floors, and household items like towels, bedding, and clothes. While there are multiple forms of ringworm, the most common forms affect: the skin on the body (tinea corporis), the scalp (tinea capitis), the feet (tinea pedis, or "athlete's foot"), or the groin (tinea cruris, or "jock itch"). Ringworm attacks dead tissues in places like the hair, nails, and leftover dandruff. But our bodies’ immune reactions and local bacterial infections enable ringworm to turn healthy, living skin red and itchy. Does Ringworm Mean I Have Worms? Despite its name, ringworm is not caused by a worm. The ancient Greeks called ringworm “herpes,” meaning “ring,” while the ancient Romans called it “tinea,” referring to the larval stage of a clothes moth. Characterized by round skin lesions (rings) and early belief that the infection was caused by a parasite (worm), the English word “ringworm” was born sometime in the early 15th century. While the condition is actually the result of a fungal infection by an organism called a dermatophyte, the name ringworm has stuck. Ringworm Is a Fungus
It wasn’t until 1841 that anyone realized fungus could be responsible for ringworm. In that year, Hungarian physician David Gruby demonstrated that favus, a ringworm of the scalp, was caused by fungal infection. Unfortunately his research was largely ignored. In 1934 Chester Emmons published a careful study of several species of dermatophytes, which helped pave the way for our modern understanding of the disease. Ringworm During WWII When American servicemen started contracting ringworm in the humid Pacific Theater during WWII, the U.S. government launched an intensive study of fungal diseases. Before that study, scattered studies of dermatophytes conducted in isolation had led researchers to give about 1,000 different names to about 350 species of related fungus. That study made great progress in clearing up much of the confusion. How Do You Get Ringworm? Although the world is full of yeasts, molds, and fungi, only a few cause skin problems. Ringworm fungi are known as dermatophytes - microscopic organisms that feed on the dead tissues of your skin, hair, and nails, much like a mushroom can grow on the bark of a tree. Dermatophytes cause superficial infections—so-called because they occur on the surface of the skin. What Causes Ringworm? Ringworm is more common in unsanitary and crowded places. That’s because it can live on both skin and surfaces like shower floors, and can be transferred by sharing clothes, sheets, and towels. Even other mammals, including cats and dogs, can easily transfer ringworm to humans.
What Are the Types of Ringworm? There are several types of ringworm (tinea), and they tend to specialize. Different ringworm fungi target different body parts, including: the face, the scalp, the hands, the beard, the groin, the foot, and the nails. Keep in mind that the various types of ringworm don’t refer to specific fungal species—more than one species of fungus can cause many of the different forms of ringworm. Instead, the names of different ringworm types refer to where they occur on the body. Ringworm of the Body (Tinea Corporis) Tinea corporis refers to ringworm of the trunk, legs, or arms. Different fungi cause tinea corporis in different parts of the world. It’s common for this infection to originate in the feet or nails, then spread to other body parts. It may spread to the: feet, scalp, groin, or nails. When fungus affects the skin of the body, it often produces the
round spots of classic ringworm, which is characterized by a red ring of scaly skin that grows outward as the infection spreads. Though children are especially susceptible to catching ringworm, it can affect adults as well. Acute and Chronic Ringworm of the Body Tinea corporis can be acute or chronic. When acute, the fungus causes suddenly appearing, itchy, red patches that may fill with pus and spread rapidly. When chronic, tinea corporis spreads by slightly inflamed rashes more slowly, and tends to appear in body folds. Widespread chronic tinea corporis is harder to treat and is more likely to reappear. How Fast Can Ringworm Be Treated? With treatment, tinea corporis usually goes away within four weeks. Avoid scratching, as this may lead to skin infection. Ringworm of the Body (Tinea Corporis): Circular Rash One of the most distinctive signs of tinea corporis (ringworm) is the appearance of an itchy, red, circular rash in the shape of a ring. This rash may resemble a target or a bullseye, and it usually has raised edges. Finding one of these is a helpful way to distinguish this rash from other even more common rashes such as eczema. Eczema and other rashes may appear similar to ringworm, but they require very different treatment. Ringworm vs. Lyme Disease One note of caution, though—another skin disease can also cause bullseye rashes. Lyme disease is a serious condition that can cause nerve pain, facial drooping, and brain inflammation, and its characteristic rash is also in the shape of a bullseye. One way to tell the difference is the raised lines that usually accompany ringworm rashes. While ringworm is caused by a fungus, Lyme disease is bacterial, so again, treatment for the two skin conditions is very
different. Because of the serious consequences of Lyme disease, anyone in doubt should seek medical attention immediately. Ringworm of the Hand (Tinea Manuum) Tinea manuum finds its way onto human hands through either soil, animals, or human contact. This form of ringworm is fairly uncommon and frequently confused with other skin conditions. Symptoms of tinea manuum may include: an inflamed rash, often with raised borders, peeling on the palm, dryness on the palm, mild itching on the palm, and a blistered rash with sticky, clear fluid on the edges of the palm or fingers. Often these symptoms are also present on both feet. The people most likely to: contract tinea manuum are those who sweat intensely, frequently engage in manual labor, or already have hand dermatitis. Ringworm of the Nails (Tinea Unguium) Tinea unguium is usually caused by one of two fungi: Trichophyton rubrum or T. interdigitale. Although tinea unguium can
refer to fungal infection of the fingernails or toenails, toenails are much more likely to contract this disease. Those especially prone to ringworm of the nails include men, older adults, diabetics, people with peripheral vascular disease, or anyone with a compromised immune system. Some of the symptoms of tinea unguium include: yellow, brown, or otherwise discolored nails, hard nails, brittle nails, thick nails, and nails that have an irregular shape. Without proper treatment, a nail infected with this fungal infection is at risk of falling off. Ringworm of the Face (Tinea Faciei) Tinea faciei refers to ringworm infections on the face. This is an uncommon infection, and it can arise from contact with several sources, including: cats, dogs, cattle, ringworm of the nail (tinea unguium), and ringworm of the feet (tinea pedis). Some of the common features of tinea faciei include patches that are: red, scaly, and round or oval, often healed or less scaly and red in the middle, and easily aggravated by sunlight.
Perhaps because it is uncommon, tinea faciei is often misdiagnosed as psoriasis, rosacea, contact allergic dermatitis, or many other non-fungal skin conditions. Ringworm of the Scalp (Tinea Capitis) Tinea capitis is most common in children between the ages of 3 and 7, and is less often found in adults. The hair itself can be infected by various ringworm fungi, which may be spread from cattle, horses, pigs, dogs, and cats (especially kittens). One common culprit in the United States is T. tonsurans, which is spread from person to person, often has no symptoms, and is common in adults. Some of the symptoms of ringworm on scalp include: dry scaling similar to dandruff that is accompanied with hair loss, yellow crusts and matted hair, black dots of hair broken off at the scalp, with a scaly surface, swollen lymph glands on the neck a smooth spot where the hair has fallen off, and an intensely inflamed mass similar to an abscess. Ringworm of the Foot (Tinea Pedis, Athlete’s Foot) If you have tinea pedis, the good news is you’re not alone. This is the most common form of ringworm in humans. The bad news? It’s also the most difficult to treat. The bane of locker rooms and dormitory showers, tinea pedis can be an itchy, painful problem. Tinea pedis is most often found on the
feet of young adult men. Ringworm on the foot can appear with several different types of symptoms, including: dry scaling on the soles of feet that is patchy and fine, clusters of blisters on the sides of the feet, round, dry patches on the top of the feet, dry soles that are not inflamed, and moist, peeling skin between toes (athlete’s foot). How Does Ringworm Spread? Anytime you walk around barefoot in a communal shower, bathroom, changing room, or swimming pool, you risk being infected with tinea pedis. Even if the facility hasn’t been used for months, the spores of the fungus may still be active on the surface. What Does Athlete’s Foot Look Like? Athlete’s foot is one common form of tinea pedis. If you find the skin between your toes moist, soft and easily pulled away, athlete’s foot is a likely cause. Athlete’s foot can cause a painful split in the skin, and it may give off an unpleasant smell. The symptoms of aAthlete’s foot may not be caused by ringworm at all. They It can also be caused by: bacterial infections, mold infections, skin conditions like psoriasis and eczema, injury, and a buildup of thick corns due to toes pressing into each other. Athletes are more likely to get athlete’s foot because they fall into many categories at risk for this infection, including: wearing shoes with poor ventilation, sweating intensely, keeping feet wet for long periods, and walking through common areas like locker rooms and showers.
What Is Jock Itch? (Ringworm of the Groin, Tinea Cruris) Another itchy problem is tinea cruris, more commonly known as jock itch. Most common among adult men, tinea cruris causes a scaly, reddish-brown rash with raised borders to form down the inner thighs. Sometimes ring-like rashes form on the buttocks as well. This infection is unlikely to form on the penis or vulva, or around the anus. Although jock itch is common, it is sometimes confused with other common conditions, such as: yeast infection, psoriasis, and intetrigo, a chafing rash which results from skin rubbing against skin. Ringworm of the Beard (Tinea Barbae, Barber’s Itch) Like certain forms of ringworm of the scalp, tinea barbae infects the hair itself on a man’s face. Beards and moustaches make fertile feeding grounds for the fungi responsible for tinea barbae. In the days when men frequently stopped by the barber shop for a shave, this disease was once commonly spread by barbers with unsanitary practices. Today, tinea barbae is most common among farmers. Two of the fungi most commonly responsible for the condition, T. verrucosum and T. mentagrophytes, are carried by cattle and horses, respectively. Common symptoms of tinea barbae include: swelling and marked crusting, red, lumpy areas around the face,
itching, hairs that are easily pulled out, and facial hair that breaks off. Tinea barbae can appear on the face or neck. Is Ringworm Contagious? Ringworm is highly contagious. The many fungi that cause ringworm thrive in warm, moist areas, making locker rooms, public restrooms, showers, public pools, saunas, and similar areas especially likely places to contract the disease. There are three ways ringworm can be contracted, based on the three groups of fungi that cause infections: 1. Zoophilic: “Animal-loving” fungi that live on cats, dogs, horses, cows, poultry, and other mammals. 2. Anthropophilic: “man-loving” fungi that are transmitted from person to person. 3. Geophilic: “earth-loving” fungi that occur naturally in the soil. The most common source of ringworm for humans comes from the fungus Microsporum canis, which is usually found on cats and dogs (particularly cats). Sometimes the pets who carry ringworm show no symptoms themselves. Ringworm Causes To become infected, a person must come in contact with either an infected skin or hair fragment or a fungal spore. Spores can live for years in blankets, clothing, bedding, combs and other places. To make matters worse, botanists believe these spores are airborne, meaning you don’t actually have to touch a person, animal, or
surface that is already infected—merely being near ringworm spores may be enough to become infected. Ringworm in Dogs and Cats When a person contracts ringworm, dogs and cats are the most common culprits. Cats are particularly susceptible to ringworm. One study showed that when a cat has ringworm, there is a 30 to 70 percent chance someone in the household will contract the disease, too. How Long Does Ringworm Last in Cats? Ringworm on a cat usually goes away without treatment, but it takes nine months to a year. During that time the cat’s hair will continue to fall out, putting it at greater risk of wounds and infections. Plus the cat remains contagious to anyone in the home. Symptoms of ringworm in cats include: Broken or stubbly hair Crusty, scaling skin Changes in hair or skin color Inflamed skin Circular spots where hair has fallen out Excessive grooming Infected claws Dandruff With treatment, a cat can be cleared of ringworm in as little as six weeks, though curing a cat’s ringworm can take much longer. Ringworm in Dogs For dogs, ringworm infection usually comes from the fungal species Microsporum canis, Microsporum gypseum and Trichophyton
mentagrophytes. Unlike cats, dogs often (but not always) show symptoms of ringworm. The main symptom dogs with ringworm show are hairless, circular lesions on the head, ears, paws, and forelimbs. These lesions expand, and when they do, they become more irregular in shape and may become scabby. Puppies, malnourished or stressed dogs, and dogs that have been in a kennel or shelter are especially prone to ringworm. Ringworm Treatment for Dogs A veterinarian will determine the severity of a ringworm infection before recommending treatment for an infected dog. There are various treatments for treating dogs with ringworm, including shampoos, ointments, dips, oral treatments and simply clipping back fur. The lesions caused by ringworm should begin to clear up in about one to three weeks. But keep treating your dog for as long as the veterinarian recommends. Just because a lesion heals does not necessarily mean the infection has been cured. Ringworm and Other Animals Cats and dogs aren’t the only mammals susceptible to ringworm. Ringworm can be transmitted from horses, pigs, cattle, rodents, and hedgehogs. These are only some of the animals that might pick up this potentially itchy, burning disease. How Ringworm is Diagnosed Some forms of ringworm are easier to spot than others. The telltale signs of red, raised rings can alert medical professionals to the infection, which makes diagnosis simple. At other times, however, ringworm can be difficult to diagnose. Certain types of ringworm are particularly resistant to diagnosis, such as ringworm of the face and hands. In these cases, the fungus
can cause infections that resemble many other common skin diseases. If a dermatologist has trouble diagnosing ringworm, a small scraping of the skin is usually taken. That scraping can then be cultured in a laboratory or studied under a microscope to confirm what has caused the infection in the first place. Ringworm Treatment Fungal diseases like ringworm are more difficult to treat than bacterial infection. That’s because fungus have more complicated cells which are more similar to our own. This makes it difficult to develop antifungal drugs that will kill the fungus, but do no harm to humans. As a result, long-term topical and oral treatments are necessary, and they may not be 100 percent effective. Even after the infection appears to have disappeared, once ringworm appears once it is more likely to reoccur. How to Get Rid of Ringworm Ringworm can be treated topically with antifungal creams containing: clotrimazole (Cruex, Desenex, Lotrimin), miconazole (Monistat-Derm), ketoconazole (Nizoral), and terbinafine (Lamisil). In severe or resistant infections on the scalp or nails, oral medications are necessary, such as: terbinafine, itraconazole (Sporanox), and fluconazole (Diflucan).
Can You Prevent Ringworm? Ringworm is a very common infection, and anyone can contract it. There are some people who are especially prone to infection, though. Anyone with a compromised immune system is both at a higher risk of being infected by ringworm and will have a harder time fighting off an infection. People who use public locker rooms, showers, swimming pools, and similar communal areas that are hot and humid are also at greater risk. Athletes risk infection because they tend to sweat, and their athletic equipment sometimes traps moisture close to the skin. Athletes who make a lot of skin-to-skin contact, such as wrestlers and MMA fighters, are particularly prone to skin infections like ringworm. People who spend a lot of time with animals—farmers, veterinarians, and dog groomers, for example—are also at greater risk of making contact with the fungi that cause ringworm. It’s not easy to prevent ringworm completely. However, by taking a few simple steps, your risk of developing ringworm will be less. The next several slides provide some helpful prevention tips in minimizing the chance of developing ringworm. Ringworm Prevention: Don’t Share To keep ringworm off your feet, don’t walk around barefoot in locker rooms, public pools, or public showers. Instead, put on a pair
of sandals or slippers to give your skin a barrier of protection from the ringworm fungi. Ringworm Prevention: Slip on Sandals and Slippers To keep ringworm off your feet, don’t walk around barefoot in locker rooms, public pools, or public showers. Instead, put on a pair of sandals or slippers to give your skin a barrier of protection from the ringworm fungi. Ringworm Prevention: Get Soapy If you play a contact sport, shower and shampoo carefully after every practice or game. The same rule applies after petting a dog or cat; tTo avoid transmission of the ringworm virus from your pets, be sure to wash your hands with soap and water after playing with any mammal. Ringworm Prevention: Change Is Good To avoid trapping moisture close to your skin, wear loose-fitting clothing made of natural fibers. Change your socks and underwear at least once a day to ward off athlete’s foot and jock itch.
Ringworm Prevention: Stay Dry Ringworm fungi love humidity. One of the best ways to keep them away is to stay dry. For instance, completely dry yourself off after showers and baths. Ringworm Prevention: Socks on First Stay stocking-footed to prevent the spread of any foot fungus to other parts of your body. Before you slide on your underwear, make sure your socks are on tight. This may prevent a case of athlete’s foot from turning into an uncomfortable case of jock itch. Ringworm Prevention: Watch for Patchy Pets If your pets have patches of missing hair, take them to the vet. That’s one sign of a ringworm fungal infection. Also keep an eye out for a lesion with a scaly center that looks red and irritated around the edges. Sometimes pets will show circular patches of missing hair, and at other times they will display crusty scales. If you have a cat, keep an eye out for excessive grooming, which may be your cat’s way of signaling something is irritating its skin.
LFG by DeYtH Banger 03/08/2017 Day 1 - Stories are what shaping my mind. It's what digs holes in my brain and creates by each day paranoia. I have read 500 Books and now books make me feel insane… I always the insider of all stories. 1: I do actions which are shouldn't do Day 2 - Great to say what's happening in my life… people are seeing me as female… but the truth is that. … I am nor, female …. Nor, Male
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So what am I? Day 3 - ITTTTTT FUCKING KILLS ME ZEROES ALL CREATIVITY WHICH HAS BEEN EVER GATHERED. IT GOES TO ZERO…
…. IT RUINS MY MEMORY … AND WHAT'S THE WHOLE POINT OF DAY COUNTING IN CASE WEEEEEE3 CAN't recall what We have been doing after 3 years day 1 January …. 2: Reps is dead… that's why your head we be pushed beyond it's limits. As for me… I am very sociable person, I walk in the forest alone and go throw dark thoughts. Day 4 I did panic, I got confused, but this is normal response. Right, Diary? 3: He just didn't liked the way I was doing all this exercises… It was in a wrong way - That's what he said… But it didn't felt very welcomy…. - I am speechless.
Day 5 I just slap my mom… …. I bashed her head against the wall… I just needed to relapse… that's how I do it. She thought that I paniac =… this is how normal people after bad action respond…. But me… BUT ME… I JUST FELT NOTHING… Just a desire TRY IT AGAIN TIME IS TICKING WORDS CAN'T MAKE NOR, EVER IMAGes which can be comprehend
… 4: I was just going.. like… I can't deal with 40 Kilos… so I moved to 35… then 30… 20… just going to a level in which I can handle. 5: Should I say… are we officially friends? … Colours are colours… but people are more than purple and yellow. 6: Shhhh, THIS IS GOING TO BE OUR OWN PRIVATE SECRET… BE SILENT!
Writers (Part 1) by DeYtH Banger 04/08/2017 All writers were productive, Everyone got one idea or bunch of Ideas… And he or she were ready to Sell it. For few bucks People who end up in category "Writers". Do all this for profit. Getting profit from your talent. This is Nor, a bitch class Nor, some fraud like all. My opinion is free, my works are Free. That's who am I … Writting isn't difficult as you think it is… …
It'a easy … 1) Have Goal 2) Have Something To Say 3) Try to be Original… Not ordinary 'eal fuck. …. This here is just what did happened with all authors… Probably something from the sort Their "Non" free book… well written, well told story is getting on the pirate market. Where everyone like you… me can get it free… This is eating them inside…
… But come on… don't they give a fuck about the kiddos, without money?
… Remember Without Your Family …
You are 'En, nowhere.
Speedy (Part 1) by DeYtH Banger 04/08/2017 Speedy is here we bitch, Just now looking at one hot chick. Right now at the fitness I am building muscles, still not planning to become Mr. Muscle maniac. It's not my style. I just ha've days in which I am into muscles others… not. That's my life!
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Come on … come on… She is hot and cleaning the mirrors… Why not she clean my dick… With a rag.. . Or she could use her tongue… Bitches love dicks.. .
In… Out …. Wrong turn, We should talk about dancing. Not about cock suckers. ... Great the bitch is 'etting, Some lessons.. .
… Teach this bitch manners! …. Again… the bullshit story… One more thing and we start rollen.
She said "Are you staring at me?" I said "Mhm, Noo!?"
She said "Then at who?… There is nobody behind me or near me… We are here… U and I" I said "At your cunt…" She said "Oh you little bastard..." I said "This is Not you… if cunt and body can exist as separated words… it means that they are two different things. The conclusion of this whole drama is you make judge in a wrong way." . Anyway, I am now watching some videos in which People are dancing… I just don't get it Random moves… Which by humans are defined as not random. But if I see them as random, does it mean that I am not a human? If… Yes? What am I? (Note: Short Paragraphs… this is my new symphony.) …
Slow moving He said "I am just trying waste some time… by using the walking path"
…. Come on. .
'Cht.. .It's great … you teach me a lesson… but still by using that there machine… you look like a potential new victim … a brand new target for the school adolescent rapist.
…. Oh, yeah… No any type of logic… but go with it… … Build some muscles… I am at the gym… because society thinks that having muscles is very important. As for me… Head
And Body
… Legs And Toes I have my own doubts about this whole conspiracy, today is the day in which my buddy got screw up by me. Paw … Waw… dwaled + swallow it… we cunt!
Speedy (Part 2) by DeYtH Banger 05/08/2017 I stay in the Fitness 2 … 3 Hours.. . If I have lyrics = What to say.. . Why not to stay?
This is the part in which you say "YAY" "YAY" "YAY"
"YAY" "YAY"
In my opinion fuck all this sylables…
… But buckle up!
…. Why "You" are staring me… You fucking freak, Oh the long rider got tired…
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Come on
… Come on Soldier… Continue!
….. Continue
… Continue
…. P.S. - This guy in the same time is silent and looking at me. What Tha Fack!?
… Life is a hazard… Babbling … Wable.. … Facts And Waffles, don't try to distract me with shitty questions and opinion. If you have something good… really a good one… then let's
talk.
Shitty fucks like you… I meet… Everyday A: What else B: Don'T know … B: Whatever B: (Having symptoms of anger… getting very AGRESSIVE.. .) B: Wow B: Lol B: WTF … B - Have got a behavior which doesn't match any category of intelligence. B-568_98 - Dies... … B - Is stupid
… DsD - That's the deaction of all actions…
… All people sound cool on comercials.. .and TV Series.. . FILMS… BUT ONCE YOU MEET THE REAL BIG DEALS THEY AREN'T REALLY AS BIG AS THEY SAY…
… SESSION 1… OH… COOL… NO BOTHER… I AM JUST TAKING A BREAK… GOT THAT?
…. The idea here is to lift heavy weights, no bother to ask me any type of question. We are stI'll ha've a session and one more hour has left… even mlre Time: 21:08… Here up to 22:50
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… Tomorrow the fitness is striking with a new routine.
…. Just for 2 days
… Then we are back on track…
… The End Now is my turn, let me pick the last word for this shitty fuck work. The final judge was made by me upon a work written by me. You see dancing as logic, As for me there isn't any logic than Some kinda sick try to do something And this something to end up in category. A: It makes me feel better (They) B: Nope, it doesn't make you feel better. (Me)
Writers (Part 2) by DeYtH Banger 05/08/2017 I know that now we are in a new month. What has happen July, Stays there. I should be now here and start playing a new song, a bit difficult (P.S.: Time 05/08/2017)… (Note: Nobody did said to me… that it should happen at… between XX:XX and XX:XX.… I just concluded that just to get safety spot.)
…. People always look for the beauties, But they forget that once that there Princess was one of the top #1 ugly girls from school class. So here is a story There is a male, he fails With getting a good quality girl. After 1000 Ways of 'ying (They Said that)
(Note: I am huge fan of 1000 Ways To Die.. . But don't mix "eing" with "ying") And when he is in that position… he starts finding his Salvation behind the ugly beasts of immortality. (Note: This is s sci-fi story for legends… and killers.) P.S. - It's great that right now I am in the tramp.. and buckling up for fitness… Will it be for 1 hour?… 2?… 3?.. - God knows Time: 19:13/04.08.2017 Great, just great to announce that there aren't any sick fuckers who are planning to check my documents for travel.
…. If you want to become a writer just have in mind that there are haters out there and lovers. One hater… can bring 5 haters… one fan can bring 1-2 fans. That's life swallow the big pill and don't bother yourself with thinking about this fuckers. If you hate a book… film… say it… tell ur opinion by using social media. If you still want to be a writer… you should remember that in comedian life there are shitty days… the same and for writers.
Writers: To be more exact‌ this days are days in which nonprotectivity takes a big role. Comedians: After so much laugh‌ It's normal depression to strike.
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Publication Date: August 14th 2017 https://www.bookrix.com/-amd935e35df1e85