2021.09.20 07:00 coalrexx Hell yeah I’m doing hw and scrolling Reddit at the same time 😎
2021.09.20 07:00 Randomvisitor_09812 I saw this on tumblr and I just couldn't resist.
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2021.09.20 07:00 Severe_Patient_2389 one hour of my life wasted I want to die
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2021.09.20 07:00 smartybrome Secrets Of Reverse Aging & Longevity
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2021.09.20 07:00 BluePotterExpress Seraphage
From this prompt on /WritingPrompts
People told a lot of stories about what happened. Alien invasion; a bioterrorist attack; a few folks bet their lives on biblical Armageddon. I couldn't really blame them for that one: without knowing where they came from, Seraphages looked a hell of a lot like demons.
It was a quiet morning, with naught but the steady hissing of my mask's filter working against the toxic air as accompaniment to my grunts and mutterings. I'd been tracking the caravan for a few days now: the poor folks who risked travel between bastions for riches or better lives often couldn't hack it and gave me easy pickings. I'd passed a few corpses already. Most had gone to the blades or teeth of the creatures, but one had taken his own way out.
The charge in the base of the bastion folk's helmet had done its work well at stopping the infection from turning him completely. His lower half had become a twisting of white stone, pure gold, and charring flesh as the infection had spread to change him into a Seraphage. It needing a living host, though, and the instant death the bastion folk had designed into their helmets had made sure the man hadn't been that for long.
I didn't ponder it much; better to pick through for what you can and move on then think about what you could save if you told folks what you knew. No one had listened to me before anyway.
There was plenty ammunition. That didn't come too frequently out here, so I made sure to stuff my satchel. Devilish sort there: food was easy to come across out in the wastes between bastions, but weapons and munitions were created in the safety of the shielded settlements. If you wanted both, it meant trade, travel, or theft. The first was out of the question for me, so the others were all I had to go by.
The bastard, bloody sun was high in the pallid sky by the time I caught up to the caravan and, judging from the splits in the ground where dormant Seraphages had been that I'd walked past on the way, it wasn't much of a surprise to me that they were dealing with a bit of hell.
Four of the bizarre creatures assaulted the twenty or so remaining bastion folk: wild assortments of limbs, wings, eyes, and blades that defied any sort of attempt to call them machine, alive, or animate stone. One —a long, sinewy thing that was best described as a giant golden spine with ribs of stone and a perpetually screaming charred skull for a face— snaked across the ground and slipped out of view of a trio of bastion folk. The men all brandished the heavy bolt guns common across the wastes and searched for it.
In the past, I might have been foolish enough to try and call out to help, but I'd taken enough of those silver bolts myself to know it wasn't worth the wasted effort. Instead, I watched with a clenched jaw as the Seraphage burrowed through the earth and erupted in a wave of earth, blades, and gore as it tore through the group. The centipede-like creature didn't get to celebrate long: a wave of bolts from another contingent pummeled the thing's body, breaking off chunks of stone and metal. It had a hissing cry as it crumbled apart.
One of the bastion folk was brandishing a massive blade, rimmed with serrated teeth that spun like a chainsaw as he swung it toward another of the Seraphages. This one was almost a wheel-like pattern, made of interlocking golden arms that had a thick spike where the elbow would've connected to a shoulder. Despite the thing's best efforts, that sawblade sheared through it with ease. I almost would've given the battle to the humans, if one of the spikes hadn't shot forward and punctured the sword-wielding man's helmet.
The others around him all panicked and ran as his body began to convulse and twist. His body split open as a stone wing extended out of his chest and beat in the air. Limbs and extremities shed away as more bizarre pieces of the new Seraphage's anatomy sprung from the man's body. It took, maybe, fifteen seconds before any indication that there had once been a sword-wielding bastion folk in the fight was gone, and a fresh Seraphage descended upon what had been allies only moments ago.
After another minute or two, the men were all but destroyed. Two more had become creatures in that time, ending up with the Seraphages leaving in the same number they had arrived in, even if three were new. It would be considered a failure, I knew: the point was to make more, not replace the ones lost. I watched the creatures depart, finding crevasses in the earth that sealed shut behind them. Once I was sure they wouldn't be returning, I went to scavenge.
I'd never get used to just how grisly a slaughter by Seraphages could be: the creatures weren't precise or intelligent in their assaults, so brutal violence was the only tactic. It was an effective one, though. A few weapons had survived, even if much of the ammunition in them was spent. I could still find something to do with them, so stocking up was still worth the—
"Don't you move!" a voice shouted from behind me, following the unmistakable sound of a bolt gun chambering a round. "What... what are you?"
I sighed and turned with a slow, deliberate flap of the golden wings that had once been my left leg. One of the bastion folk had lived: a young man, maybe seventeen, was pressed up against part of the rubble, obscuring his right side as he leveled the gun at me, balanced between a piece of rebar and concrete. In the fighting, his mask had cracked and broken off, I realised. I raised both of my flesh-and-blood, honest human hands in surrender. "Now look, son," I began. "I know you might be scared right now, but plugging me with that thing's only gonna leave you with more questions than answers."
I pressed the thick bladed limb of what was once my other leg deep into the earth, making sure it was secure and obvious that I wasn't going to swing out at the boy with it. "Now, I'm gonna take my mask of real slow, alright? Just want to—"
"You keep that on!" the boy demanded. "You ain't turning and killing me!"
I grunted. "Son, I think you and I both know that I ain't turning any more than I already have." I paused and watched the boy's eyes for a moment. There it was: the brief, worried hesitation that meant he recognized I knew what I was talking about. I took advantage, unclipping my mask and pulling it off. I'd taken to wearing it, just in case, but still always found that the Seraphage infection wouldn't spread beyond the two legs it'd taken already. "See? I'm alright; just like you, I reckon?" The young man flinched. "Now come on, let me see what it's got on you."
The other hybrid walked with a strange, limping gait that made all the more sense when I saw that his right leg had twisted into a thick charred black limb with a golden snake's head on the end. His arm had split into three stony replicas: one with a hand still on the end, and the other two sharpened into wicked golden blades. I clicked my tongue and shifted my bladed leg up out of the dirt, resting it beneath me as my wings spread out for balance.
"What... is this?" he asked.
"This," I began with a heavy sigh. "Is likely what the Sera Corporation set up this whole place to try and make, I've reckoned."
The young man blinked. "Who?"
"The Sera Corporation's the one who quarantined off this whole area; pumped it up with their experimental gas to try and make new things to fight in wars. Full Seraphages are too stupid to be tactical, and normal folk are too squishy for fighting. So... best of both worlds, I suppose." I could already see the disbelief in his face as I spoke. "Look, son: I don't expect you to take me at face value here, but I do want you to do your own thinking. Ain't you curious why, despite how long it's been, there's still always old stores of food to find? Of fresh water, clothes, and medicine? Ever think about how you can only find it far from bastions? Entire place is set up to arm folks and make them desperate enough to go out and fight these things. More it happens, more likely they find someone with the gene they need." I gave him a moment before shrugging and half walking, half floating over to grab another bag to sling over my shoulders full of munitions. "It's up to you if you want to believe me or not, but know that there's regeneration pods under the ground here healing up those things your friends didn't kill; you won't want to be around when they come back out."
As I went to leave, I heard the tell-tale sound of slithering and footfalls as the fresh hybrid followed. "Where are you going?"
"Food depot," I explained. "Stores are refreshed nearing sundown. You come with, you'll see Sera Corp's work yourself."
He was quiet for a moment, then spoke up: "how do you know all this?"
I laughed. "Because I'm the one who helped design the place."
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2021.09.20 07:00 Axle_Greyson_Archer How much damage would i need to destroy a plane of existance
How much damage do you think i would have to do to completely destroy a plane of existance? Like say i am in the astral plane. How much damage would i have to do in 1 attack to completely nuke it out of existance?
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2021.09.20 07:00 electric_deer200 finishing a CS degree faster ? how ? send help ?
hey ! i am a international student who will be going to the US for my undergrad in CS a lot of college website say that it is a 4 year course
but i have seen/heard some people finish it in 2.5 to 3 years and then using the extra yeatime they have remining in the university gaining more knowledge on the field (like taking grad/masters course )
like how ? i am not very familiar with the US system i suspect it has something to do with credits taken ? in my country we don't have a similar system so can someone explain how the credit system works ?
how do you finish a degree in 3 years ? and will the pressure/difficulty be too much i plan to do so ?
can someone lay a detailed plan on how to complete the degree early ?
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2021.09.20 07:00 Interactive_CD-ROM This subreddit is WAY too overdramatic about how/when to wear your trays
I wear my trays most of the day. But guess what?
2021.09.20 07:00 SLAMGM Jack the Baboon! James Edwin was a signalman on the railways who lost both his legs while working. He bought a Baboon and named him Jack. James taught Jack to push him to work and back in a small wooden trolley. Jack became a legitimate signalman and reportedly never made a mistake.
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2021.09.20 07:00 smartybrome Minimalist Lifestyle – Simplify Your Life And Feel Amazing!
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2021.09.20 07:00 MagmasaurLover Looking to hunt!
Hey guys, I just beat Valstrax in GU and think I’m ready for the hub quest, if you’re interested to help me rank up and just have some chill hunts comment below!
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2021.09.20 07:00 enghassanfayed Mud Engineers & drilling engineers need to have quick drilling fluid calculations equations to help them while they are on the rig. In this article, we will have a simple guide for the most used equations for drilling mud preparations, system, displacement, volumes, and more.
2021.09.20 07:00 BabyBeluga27 These are hair extensions right?
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2021.09.20 07:00 Gris-self Tengo una duda.
Hola mi segunda familia mujicana.
Quería informarles que el día 17 de septiembre, perdí a una persona a causa de Covid 19. Lo estuve cuidando en casa, después de casi 2 semanas de pelea la perdió. Es un poco triste el saber que esta enfermedad, se lleva a las personas y que dejan un vacío grande; sin embargo hay que seguir adelante.
Después de esto ya que estuve en contacto con el ahora difunto, y que vivo con VIH. Me dieron medicinas hasta para pinches regalar. De verdad, son muchas medicinas y aunado a esto. Me dijeron que tomara algo llamado CDS, me trago todo lo que me dicen. Pues mi familia no cree en las vacunas y ellos juran que el CDS cura hasta el VIH. Hoy me he estado sintiendo muy mal, después de haberme tomado a lo largo del día 1.5lts. de agua cada 500ml con 10ml de CDS y me los tomo cada 15 minutos, como tragos de 100ml. Y en la noche los últimos 500 ml los tomo cada 30 mins.
Neta estoy muy pinches mareado, son casi la media noche y no término de tomar todos los medicamentos que mi familia me dio. Tenemos un médico en la familia, y debido a mi antigüa adicción al Meth, pues no sé me ve como un hombre adulto más. Sino como un menor, todo meco y casi minusválido.
Les comento esto, porque yo en ustedes tengo confianza y aunque hay muchas cosas raras. No tengo a quién más recurrir, ya no tengo mucosa en la nariz y garganta, estoy tosiendo mucho cada que me tomo los 500ml de CDS y ahora siento un fuerte sabor a sangre. Sé que me dirán que soy un pendejo, que vaya a un médico en fin. Lo he intentado, mi familia me tiene como en una vitrina y solo me dan mis medicamentos. Pero no sé si realmente me están haciendo bien, o están lastimando mi cuerpo. Siento qué estoy siendo envenenado desde adentro. Pero ahora, no puedo pensar con claridad, tengo muchos mareos y náuseas.
Les mando un abrazo con mucho cariño y si han perdido a alguien así como yo durante esta pandemia, les mando un abrazo con mucho amor. Y quizás me vayan a tachar de "religioso", pero estoy seguro que esas personas que se fueron, ahora están en un lugar mejor, sin guerras, hambre, pleitos, el kks, el covid y demás madres que andan mal en el mundo.
Con cariño, Alex.
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2021.09.20 07:00 Punk_69 Almost 6 to 7 years old picture. This snake managed to get to the rear verandah through a curry leaves plant. This one was violent so had to chase it off with water.
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2021.09.20 07:00 splat_bot Daily Workout and General Chat for Monday, 9/20/21
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2021.09.20 07:00 gojosstepmom Have you ever been to a place you remember being to before but it was most definitely your first time there? What was your experience?
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2021.09.20 07:00 foodsamaritan Plump, delicious 'chai kuih' and 'kuih angku' from Subang Jaya's Life N Bites
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