Lawyers for woman disfigured in 2009 chimpanzee attack want to sue the state of Connecticut for $150 million. theday.com/article/201206…
👍︎ 18
💬︎
👤︎ u/secaa23
📅︎ Jun 28 2012
🚨︎ report
TransHumanizer | 911 Face Off [MUSIC VIDEO] A disturbingly creepy technical metal music video orchestrated around a horrific actual 911 call; A woman begging for help to police, while witnessing a brutal & savage chimpanzee attack of her friend. youtu.be/lfQjh2PRsaQ
👍︎ 2
📰︎ r/Djent
💬︎
👤︎ u/Pissweak
📅︎ Aug 11 2017
🚨︎ report
Woman who lost face in chimp attack to get $4 million: reports. Charla Nash was attacked in February 2009, when her friend's 200-pound chimpanzee went on a rampage and ripped off her nose, lips, eyes and hands. articles.chicagotribune.c…
👍︎ 5
📰︎ r/news
💬︎
📅︎ Dec 03 2012
🚨︎ report
Chimpanzee attacks woman, chews off her hands. Police forced to put down the animal. nypost.com/seven/02162009…
👍︎ 2
📰︎ r/WTF
💬︎
📅︎ Feb 17 2009
🚨︎ report
Travis (chimpanzee) - as an animal actor, Travis had appeared in several television shows like The Maury Povich Show, The Man Show and commercials, including spots for Coca-Cola and Old Navy. He also attacked and caused life-threatening injuries to a woman in North Stamford, Connecticut. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tra…
👍︎ 9
📰︎ r/wikipedia
💬︎
📅︎ Jun 13 2019
🚨︎ report
Woman attacked by 200-pound chimpanzee revealed her heavily disfigured face face on Oprah, saying she is blind and has to eat through a straw, but isn't angry independent.co.uk/news/wo…
👍︎ 11
📰︎ r/offbeat
💬︎
📅︎ Nov 12 2009
🚨︎ report
A 55-year-old woman is in critical condition after a 200-pound chimpanzee attacked her inside her Fairfield County home wcbstv.com/breakingnewsal…
👍︎ 6
📰︎ r/WTF
💬︎
👤︎ u/snissn
📅︎ Feb 16 2009
🚨︎ report
When did racists start using the term “chimpout”?

I had always assumed the term was a reference to Travis (the chimpanzee who suddenly turned violent and tore a woman’s face off). The oldest Urban Dictionary definition for the term is from February 2009, shortly after the attack happened, and explicitly references Travis but doesn’t mention race. So I’m assuming the term was originally used in a nonracial context but was quickly co-opted by anti-Black racists.

The racist website known as Chimpout (itself founded by disaffected users of N——rmania) was founded sometime around 2009, if I remember correctly. However, Google Trends shows that searches for the term “chimpout” began increasing in 2007 or 2008, before the Travis incident, though I’m not sure how accurate that is.

Does anyone here know the history of the term?

👍︎ 25
💬︎
👤︎ u/MGreenMN
📅︎ Mar 14
🚨︎ report
Why are other animals who attack people subject to “natural instinct” but when it’s a pitbull, it’s “the owner”?

I’ve always thought about this. Some may remember Carla Nash, she was severely mauled by her friends pet chimpanzee, having her face and other appendages ripped off. The owner of the chimpanzee raised the animal and it had a good life, just snapped and attacked the woman one day. I can remember that whenever people would talk of the incident they would mention, “well it’s an animal after all and has those natural instincts you can’t take away.” There’s many other cases like this.

So why is it that when a pitbull attacks someone and a person mentions that it’s part of their natural instincts, they’re instantly shut down and the “it’s the owners fault” excuse goes flying everywhere?

👍︎ 95
💬︎
📅︎ Feb 07
🚨︎ report
Respect Rachel! (Animorphs)

#Respect Rachel!


> "This is why we fight. And to be honest, I like a good fight. The adrenaline spike of battle. The rush. The challenge. And now that I've admitted that, I'll admit something else: Lately, it's been scaring me that I like it. That I look forward to it so much."


Here's the situation: Earth is under attack by a race of parasitic slug-like aliens known as Yeerks. They slither into your head through your ear canal and fold over your brain, slowly taking control of you. Anyone and everyone you know could secretly be a Yeerk, waiting for the right time to infest you too. This nightmare was reality for the Animorphs, five young kids (and an alien) given Andalite morphing technology that let them absorb the DNA of animals and transform into them.

One of the original six Animorphs and the bruiser of the team. While Rachel was just a pretty ordinary teenage gymnast/shopping enthusiast before getting her morphing powers, the thrill of combat lead her to developing a love for fighting. This violent streak would prove as both an asset and a detriment to the Animorphs over the course of their war against the Yeerks. Her two combat morphs - the elephant and the grizzly bear - are easily among the strongest morphs anyone on the team has.

Feats are tagged like this, with the first # being the number of the book in the series and the second being the chapter number. Hover over a feat for the tag.

  • B#C# - Main series

  • C#C# - Chronicles series

  • M#C# - Megamorphs series

Feats from Megamorphs 4 are from an alternate reality where the characters never got morphing powers, and feats from book 32 are from a time when Rachel was split into two Rachels. These should all be equivalent to the original Rachel. For Rachel's Super-Rachel form from book 48, check out this comment.


#Unmorphed

###Physicals

Strength

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 159
💬︎
👤︎ u/76SUP
📅︎ Jan 24
🚨︎ report
[HFY] [OC] Modded [2] - Let me help you

First Chapter

I charged out of the room I had been standing in and dashed boldly to the right. I made it about two steps before I realized I had picked the wrong direction, and I was running towards a wall.

"Fark!"

I turned around and ran past the innkeeper's wife as she looked at me critically while leaning on the door frame for support. Well it seemed like a critical look but I was running weirdly fast so it was hard to tell.

The stairs had a small landing and then a bunch more steps, but I stumbled running down and did not manage to count them as I rolled down them. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I had literally no time to recover before someone grabbed my collar and pulled me to my feet.

" Wilhem! You're awake at last, come join the fight!"

I was face to face with a man about a head shorter than me, but who somehow seemed to be as wide as he was tall. Think of a sumo wrestler who is unreasonably muscled and you have the right idea.

"Uh. Hi. What's happening? Goblins? I hit my head pretty hard. Twice... Is this "the concussion simulator?""

I made bunny ears in an attempt to be funny and ... Jiral, that was his name, gave me a decidedly unhappy and confused look.

"... right. What kind of person would program the NPCs in their game to actually recognize the fact they exist within a game."

"...brother you are being extremely strange. Also your eyes are a different color than before."

"... huh. Weird."

We stood there just awkwardly looking into one another's faces at what could be considered an "intimate distance" for what felt like an excessively long time. Finally the weird moment was broken when someone tried to stab Jiral.

Not that I wanted my friend and lifelong confidant to be stabbed.

A very jagged length of iron seemed to appear in the space Jiral's head had been occupying, but defying the laws of physics and probability he moved his head aside at the same moment the thrust was made.

I think. Perceptions were becoming weird as the fight began, things seemed to slow down to noticeable levels, and I had an odd awareness of the entire tavern.

It felt like a map was being shoved into my brain, and I was essentially aware of almost everything around me within sight. I noticed a weird burning sensation on my chest and tried to swat it away but I found a medallion hanging on a chain under my shirt.

A blood red crystal was glowing inside a diamond shape made of white m

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 20
📰︎ r/HFY
💬︎
📅︎ Mar 02
🚨︎ report
When you hang out with your libcenter friend v.redd.it/v6lwmmmos9r51
👍︎ 134
💬︎
👤︎ u/klotrock
📅︎ Oct 05 2020
🚨︎ report
Punchdrunk - Tales from the Twin Cities #6

As Jack pushed open the door leading out of the restroom, he was surprised to find resistance, keeping him in the room. As Jack began to push harder, he heard a strange cracking sound from the door. It didn’t sound like wood creaking though, rather like… ice?

Jack pushed slightly harder, barely getting the door open, and suddenly heard a high-pitched scream through the music. As he looked out of the sliver he had opened up into the other room, Jack could see two men against the bar, facing away from him, and surrounded by frozen structures blocking them from the rest of the room. One man clearly had the other pinned, and Jack noticed that the one in the more advantageous position seemed to be wearing some sort of headgear.

Jack heard mumbling, and attempted to put his head closer to the opening to hear.

“-taking a moment to kick in.”

Jack heard another voice from an individual that he thought was out of his view, and they were speaking much quieter. Jack readjusted his view, looking back at the action. He noticed the man who was pinned down slowly slump downward, seemingly losing consciousness.

As the headgeared man backed off from his hold, Jack got a clearer view of the attacked one. The bouncer, who Jack knew as Monstrike, seemed to have been knocked out cold by the other guy. Was it a sleeper hold? Jack couldn’t see for sure.

Jack was getting concerned now. If this place was owned by Iris, and staffed by her super goons, who the hell just took them out? Was it someone just more powerful or was this a well-coordinated ambush?

As the man with the headpiece relaxed, he seemed to go back to his conversation with the other individual.

“So where is the target?”

Jack heard more mumbling, and tried his best to focus. The voice seemed to be an older man, but Jack had a hard time catching the beginning of his sentence. “-and he should have the briefcase.”

Jack began panicking. Were they looking for him?

The headgeared man turned somewhat, and Jack got a look at his face. Or rather, lack of… he seemed to be wearing a helmet that just seemed blank. Jack couldn’t even tell if it had a dark visor or if it had any viewport at all, but it fit his head closely, from what Jack could tell. He imagined it wasn’t super thick.

“And he’s not at the table you designated.”

Shit. They were definitely talking about Jack.

Jack finally heard the older man a bit more clearly now. “After you direct this one, check on the other side of the room.”

Di

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 2
💬︎
👤︎ u/CapQX
📅︎ Mar 15
🚨︎ report
A Devil of their own

A God of their own

It never gets cold in central Africa.

It was on the day we arrived. Muggy heat that only got more humid the farther we went into the dense inland jungles. I couldn’t sleep in it. Always found myself rolling out of yet another pool of sweat in my pillow, and my mattress. Maybe that’s what saved me the night the chimps attacked.

I was staring half eyed at my phone. 2:37am. When the stealthy pitter patter if those quadrupedal fucks sounded outside my tent.

As quietly as I could. I snatched the rifle from the side of my mattress, already loaded thank the lord. Lying down, I pointed the gun at the flap to my tent. Not that it mattered much, fucking apes wouldn’t bother with the zipper. Fuckers would tear a hole in any side of the tent if they wanted in.

Hasani would have been our man on watch then. I’m not sure, but I’m fairly certain he’s the one I herd shout out. As soon as the warning cry was let out, the jungle erupted into a symphony of shrieks and hollers as the chimps began to scream.

The rapid blasts of gunfire sounded as bullets cut holes in my tent above my head. More of the guards began to freak out outside, suddenly alerted to the danger. The shrieking of the chimps nearly drowned them out. I herd some of my colleagues scream, as well as the guards now. There was the sound of something being beaten, again and again.

The zipper to my tent suddenly opened from the outside. I raised the rifle, readying my finger on the trigger, nearly pulling it when Abdalla popped his head inside.

“Miss Gillian. We go NOW!” He said with wide eyes. I didn’t need a second to think it over.

Abdalla fired on two of the primitive cocksuckers that charged us as soon as I left the tent. Dropping them like flies. Behind me I herd poor Edgar wailing out in terror. Two of them dragged him to the jungle, cheering to their flock to add to it.

I thought about trying to put a bullet is Edgar’s head right there. Save that poor man a lot of suffering. Abdalla quickly grabbed my by the arm and urged forward. The chaos around us was still at its peak.

Amongst the animalistic streaks and raging gunfire. Roger managed to waddle up to us, still in his boxers. He looked shellshocked.

“What the Devil is going on!?!” His voice creaked as he yelped.

“We Move! We Move Now!” Abdalla yelled at him. Not even bothering to slow d

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 37
📰︎ r/nosleep
💬︎
📅︎ Dec 29 2020
🚨︎ report
I’m a commentator for a tournament of nightmares. I’m not sure the participants are willing.

You’d think being a psychiatric ward for 38 months would be enough to deter a guy from ever going back to a sport that involves watching human beings at the height of their physical prowess beat the living shit out of each other. Sometimes regulated, sometimes not.

But, here I am, fresh outta the loony bin and reading the most unusual advertising slogan I’d ever laid eyes on;

“The most terrifying tournament has come around once again! Conquer your fears in the NFC*…* literally.”

This was the business card that accompanied my black envelope as it was handed to me on the discharge ward by a well dressed and gangly fella with an uncomfortable wide smile. He didn’t say much of anything, just that his name was “Watson” before bowing and holding up the envelope.

“Heh, like the butler, right?” I said, taking the envelope from his plasticine hands. His smile ripples across his face and he nods slowly, his perfect hair unmoving in the strong wind before he turns on his heel and walks back to the black sedan.

The cold air chilled my bones, and I pulled the medical bracelet from my wrist, grimacing at the marks underneath before following Watson to the Sedan and hauling my luggage into the trunk before setting off, not knowing how I came to even be there in the first place.

I guess right now, that doesn’t really matter.

What matters is where I am now and what I’m doing.

"blood strewn across the canvas, frayed brain matter sailing across my head and splattering against the wall, a woman standing in a pool of blood as the deformed creature twitches on the ground"

My name is Sal “Motormouth” Sabotta, I’m a sports commentator by trade. Be it combat sports, pro wrestling, death-matches or martial arts tournament, I’ve done it all.

I won’t lie; Work can be hard to come by. I’ve spent months struggling for rent and resorting to less tried-and-true commentary methods in order to survive. That has, at times, involved trying my hand at some of the more underground competitions; unregulated fights, sick, illegal games bet on by people on the dark web and worse… Things I’m not going to detail here. Things I’m not proud to have taken a hefty pay-check for from greasy, sweaty fucks in Armani tracksuits and stinking of cheap booze and coke all the way up to well-dressed bitcoin farmers in their 20s who probably own child slaves.

In short, I’m no stranger to the grim underworld or the secrecies with which they conduct their work. I see money and an easy way

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 4k
📰︎ r/nosleep
💬︎
👤︎ u/tjaylea
📅︎ Aug 13 2020
🚨︎ report
Facebook Feed

It's not an exaggeration. It's reality for virtually all, as it now stands.

New to this subreddit? Try just reading a while, before you show us what's in your wagon.

That's especially true if you have a Toltec Sorcerer in there, a wise Chinese sage, a Buddhist master, or even a crazy Hindu guru.

If you have Merilyn, I supposed it's ok to show us that. But it won't do you any good in the long run.

Besides, you can't compete with an inorganic being who wants to be attractive.

I suppose this is a good place to explain something Carlos got attacked for, after he died.

I believe it was Corey's notes that created the attack. Corey took good notes, but he left an air of, "What the hell?" in some of them.

He never got it. For an instant there, he almost did. You can find that in notes too.

In this particular incident, there was gossip going around. How come Miles gets to have a wife (Aerin), but we're supposed to be celibate?

Now keep in mind, no one but me was stupid enough to obey Carlos. And in my case, only because I'm Autistic, and we have to live by rules or we stick out even more.

The rest were all in heat if they were of the right age for that type of activity. If not, they were still in lust.

Ok, me too... You can't imagine the little herd of 5 young beautiful women I had following me around because of private classes.

But still, don't touch. That was the rule.

At the time, Carlos was being held together by a female doctor who had even cut her hair to look like the rest of the inner circle women. She gave him advice on how to make his cancer situation at least a tiny bit better, which included not using deodorants which contained aluminum. He even held up "Tom's" deodorant in class, to tell us that product line was not so bad.

But in terms of help to fight liver cancer, it wasn't much. What Carlos needed was "energetic mass".

A mass of people actually learning sorcery, like we have in here now. With it, he could have "jumped grooves" and avoided his death for now.

He never got that, but he did appreciate the help from the doctor woman.

Carlos gave her open credit in class for making his illness more tolerable. It was a sign he had hopes for her to learn sorcery. He'd often praise someone he thought could use a boost.

If he made fun of you, that meant he had confidence in you.

Also in

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 19
📰︎ r/castaneda
💬︎
👤︎ u/danl999
📅︎ Nov 29 2020
🚨︎ report
Giant-Size Black Panther #1

Giant-Size Black Panther #1

Part of Black Panther Volume 2: The Seventh Generation

Last Issue

What you need to know:

Six years ago, Wakanda was nearly destroyed by Klaw, a monster made of pure sonic energy. T’Chakka, the king of Wakanda, was killed in the battle, but Klaw was defeated. T’Chakka’s son, T’Challa, has been king ever since, and he told no one that Klaw had never been destroyed at all but imprisoned in a Vibranium cell deep in the lower chambers of the palace. Klaw escaped and was defeated again, but it seems that he may yet come back, and that he even may once have been a man named Ulysses Klaw. T’Challa’s spymaster has evidence that a man named Alpheus Klaw is currently plotting against Wakanda from America, but, hunted by American authorities, mysterious mercenaries, and a determined Federal Agent by the name of Everett Ross, he has yet to make his way home. The continent of Africa seems as if it may be uniting against Wakanda. Members of the Council are hearing voices and going mad, including Nakia, T’Challa’s beloved, who is hearing the voice of her dead sister.

With all of this going on, a different battle somewhere else in the world has broken time. Shuri’s spirit has gone spinning off through the ages with Bast, the Panther god there to protect her. Armies from every era have appeared and begun fighting. T’Challa has been thrown far back into the distant past, where he has come face to face with the Ancient, perhaps the very first, Black Panther. They fought, until T’Challa’s ancient counterpart suddenly recognized him, and spoke his name…

____________________________________________________________________________________________________________

“I think it should be….here,” T’Challa said, holding out his arms and framing the space before him. He glanced at the Temple of Bast and back at his own position. “I don’t know precisely where the Temple stood in my day, but from the old maps I am fairly certain...the palace entrance will be here.” He was standing at the edge of a small copse of Traveler’s Palm, facing the hills in the distance. It was a warm day, sunny, and the blue sky lay endless, cloudless to the horizon. Rose moss, short grasses, and Spiderwort ran between his feet, the forest carpet cut by only a few worn paths.

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 13
📰︎ r/MarvelsNCU
💬︎
📅︎ Jan 27
🚨︎ report
I am a 30-year old man with multiple issues and I do not know how to fix them, or even how to begin, or even how to properly articulate them. I have broken down completely. (long post)

Hello /r/therapy, I am not a new user to this site, but my old account was deleted (by me) some years ago so I am going to be posting with a new account, I hope that's not a problem for anyone.

Well as the title says, I am in a bit of a spot here and frankly I don't have anyone, anywhere, to turn to nor the means to really fix my current situation. I kind of want to vent, to just get it "out there" into the universe somehow, so at least someone else somewhere else will "get it", and might just relate. Or maybe they've been where I am. Maybe they know what it's like and can tell me how to fix it. Or maybe not.

Where to even begin? I suppose I could start by telling you, I think it all started 14-13 years ago, when several things all at once just went "wrong" for me at the same time. It left me feeling very sad and very alone and very, very bad about myself.

First it was my father turning me in to the police over less than one gram of cannabis. That f*cked me up a bit because it was kind of like an ultimate betrayal: you don't do that to your son over something so minor. That's an in-house thing. You don't go to the po-po about that. The man himself was a distant fool, no time for anyone but himself, disregarding of his own family and relationships (and now he himself lives in constant states of alternating anxiety and depression; c'est la vie, and all that?). Then he just ditches his family for someone else. Did not want to take with him any photos of me or my sister, nothing, and he doesn't even introduce me to his new partner. Ouch! Ouch. Find out he has a picture, a very nice one, on his bedside table of his new partner's child looking certifiably BEAMING. Very nice! Always time for other people's kids my father. Saving the best of himself for others. Thanks dad.

After my father left my mother, my mother quickly found a new partner. Oh, oh oh oh boy. No introductions made. No slow "easing-in" for my and my young sister. No "we're going to dinner with my new partner so we can meet him!" None of that. Not a jot. He just turns up one day, stares at me weirdly, and I am told he has a cupboard in the kitchen for his food. Okay. Fine. Man was in his 40s dealing with teenaged me and my younger sister, not an ounce of kindness, understanding, basic dignity or even humility: he quickly began bullying me in my own home around my own family and nothing was done about it. He was a control freak, a vicious b*stard of nature who took everything as a serious in

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 16
📰︎ r/therapy
💬︎
📅︎ Nov 29 2020
🚨︎ report
The average fit human male with surface level fighting experience would fuck a chimpanzee up in a 1 on 1 fight

I don’t know what it is with people loving to act like chimpanzees are these unbeatable monsters of the animal kingdom. Sick of people wanking chimp feats with old studies. “6 times stronger than a human pound for pound” my ass. Think about that for a second, why would chimps, who average 100 pounds at 5 feet tall, be SIX times stronger than w human male? Doesn’t even make logical sense.

Not only that, chimps are somewhere around 1.5 times as strong as humans pound for pound so any weight or height difference would be balanced out. Essentially the average chimp is as strong as an 150 pound male at an unspecified height. An average fit male has the height, intelligence, and tactical advantage when fighting the chimp. Literally the only advantage the chimp has is that it doesn’t have the inhibitions of a human and is willing to grab testicles. Fortunately for the human being other humans do this in fights and they know how to avoid this.

And don’t even try to hit me with the “well uhh a chimp ripped a woman’s face off” that was an agitated ass chimpanzee that was given drugs and it attacked an unsuspecting 50 year old woman. That’s COMPLETELY different than if someone even expected the chimp to come for them, let alone an adult human male being the one fighting it.

Here’s an actual video of a chimp attacking a man notice how there’s a lack of “ripping off” various parts of the human body as many like the claim a chimp would do. Shit literally looked like a fight between two high schoolers than don’t really know how to fight. If you got someone who knows how to put weight behind their punches they would fucking CLAP THE FUCK out of a chimp. Chimps can still feel pain like humans and will react to it. And it probably doesn’t even know how to weave punches.

Edit: Here’s the link to everyone who thinks I’m making up the 1.5 strength stat

https://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-40405026

👍︎ 8
💬︎
📅︎ Nov 06 2020
🚨︎ report
How can’t u smile when he pulls out his feet v.redd.it/i3ct8h0aaav41
👍︎ 199
💬︎
📅︎ Apr 27 2020
🚨︎ report
The Importance of Sex

I wasn't sure which subreddit to post this to. Plus, I'm concerned they might take it down if I don't post to the right one. So I'll post this on my profile first. The more I think about it, it is kind of a conspiracy as they (the powers that be?) want to not only deny us sex but also want us obsessed about it so they can dangle it in front of our face as a type of reward to motivate us to work for them. Anyway, on with the post.

The Health Benefits of Sex

First, let's talk about the health benefits. I think this will open people up to the idea of the importance of sex.

For women, per the OHSU's Center for Women's Health, it gives the following:^(S1)

  • Lower blood pressure
  • Better immune system
  • Better heart health, possibly including lower risk for heart disease
  • Improved self-esteem
  • Decreased depression and anxiety
  • Increased libido
  • Immediate, natural pain relief
  • Better sleep
  • Increased intimacy and closeness to a sexual partner
  • Overall stress reduction, both physiologically and emotional

But if you're like me, you want to see some specific studies and articles. Black Dragon listed the following in his blog:^(S2)

  1. Not having sex at least three times a week doubles your risk of heart attack.
  2. Not having sex several times a week damages your sense of smell.
  3. Men who don’t have sex at least once a week double their chances of developing erectile dysfunction.
  4. Sex reduces pain, both chronic and acute. Endorphins released during sex alleviate all kinds of pain including migraines, PMS cramping, and even arthritis.
  5. Women who don’t have regular sex develop looser vaginas.
  6. People who don’t have regular sex get sick more often (colds, flu, etc.) because they lack the antibodies sex creates, particularly immunoglobulin A, which drops by 30% when people have sex less than once or twice week.
  7. [Women who don’t have regular sex will experience much drier vaginas when they hit menopause.](https://www.medicaldaily.com/use-it-or-lose-it-how-age-horm
... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 2
📰︎ r/u_TomDC777
💬︎
👤︎ u/TomDC777
📅︎ Nov 29 2020
🚨︎ report
[The Last Woman on Earth] Part 3, Chapter 4

Cover Art | Table of Content | Support me on Royal Road | Check out my Subreddit| Amazon Page| Goodreads Page| Patreon | Paypal

Part III – Because one’s a woman means one must have shiny hair

Chapter 4

I’m taken back to a conversation I had with Roman days before his death. Of all the people I could have blabbered nonsensical ‘women’ talks to, I told him. I played myself. Whenever I think about women, I have to be reminded of him again.

***

It was a sunny day, one of the very few days where the sun shone down on the land of Izhevsk. We had sat with our backs against the watchtower’s wall. Roman’s pistol rested on his hand, and he used to always unload and reload it for no other reason than his own amusement. On my hands was a book.

“Whatcha reading today?” He had always asked that question whenever I brought a book with me. Oftentimes, I just ignored the inquiries altogether; however, there were days where he had been extra thick-headed to the point I couldn’t just pretend he was mute. “How did yer even find so many books? Did they even allow you to keep ‘em? Oi! Where can I get ‘em?”

When I hadn’t answered, he gave me a smack on my back. “Yo, what’s written in that book? Hey, don’t ya look down on me! If I woulda known how to read, I woulda known as much as you do!”

I sighed, “Wildest shits, man. But you might not be interested.”

“I’m all ears. I’m interested in everything, ya see. Roman Yatsky at your service!” He mimicked a military salute. I sighed again, longer than the last time.

“They tried to claim there was a time when men were not created in glass cages.” Asexually-produced in vitro is the exact term in the documents, but nobody uses that because soldiers aren’t supposed to read books. Apparently they think we’re too uneducated to read.

“How the hell they make men then? Kids ain’t sprouting from the grounds like trees!”

“Yeah, there seemed to have been another species that had existed along with us men. They’re referred to as ‘

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 13
📰︎ r/HFY
💬︎
📅︎ Nov 01 2020
🚨︎ report
Respect Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars Canon)

^(Spoilers to follow.)

#Ahsoka Tano

Appearance as a teenager

Appearance as an adult

Ahsoka Tano is a Force-sensitive Togruta from the planet Shili. She was discovered as a child by Jedi Master Plo Koon and brought to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant for training. After the Clone Wars began, Ahsoka was assigned to train under Anakin Skywalker as his Padawan. After being falsely accused of a crime, she left the Jedi to follow her own path. During the age of the Empire, Ahsoka became an agent of the Rebellion.



Source Key

Hover over a link to see its source.

  • CWM = Star Wars: The Clone Wars (movie)
  • CW = Star Wars: The Clone Wars (TV series)
  • FoD = Star Wars: Forces of Destiny (web series)
  • FoDC = Star Wars: Forces of Destiny (comic)
  • ToHaC = Forces of Destiny: Tales of Hope and Courage
  • Ahsoka = Ahsoka
  • Rebels = Star Wars Rebels
  • RM = Star Wars Rebels Magazine
  • TA = Thrawn: Alliances
  • Everything = Star Wars: Absolutely Everything You Need to Know, Updated and Expanded

Feats labeled Adult take place when Ahsoka is eighteen or older.



##Lightsaber Skill

Offense and Dueling

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 224
💬︎
📅︎ Jul 23 2020
🚨︎ report
I will grab you, I will rip you, I will eat you

"I will grab you, I will rip you, I will eat you."

It's almost funny when I think back on it. I replay those words in my head every night before finally falling asleep, usually no earlier than around 3:00 AM on a good night. The nightmares aren't bad; I rarely have them, actually. But when they come on, they come on with an insidious ferocity. Whenever I wake from one of my nightmares, I'm always left periodically checking my closet like a five-year-old child for the remainder of the night and lose any sleep I could hope to enjoy before sunrise in the process. I suppose these occasional nightmares mean I'm destined to forever remember what happened in that hotel room a few years back when I was still out on the hunt for jobs. I don't terribly mind that I can't forget. Like I said, the story is almost funny. Almost.

It happened on a night like tonight. Right now, it's 2:01 AM. Back then, it was 2:01 AM as well, or sometime around then. I was driving down an unfamiliar road that was fairly crowded for that time of night/early morning. The road was called Ashtin Way; at the end of this long, winding road sat the local university where I'd be interviewing for an adjunct gig teaching composition the next day, thankfully at 1:00 in the afternoon. I was looking forward to finding my hotel and getting some good rest before rising and preparing some more for the interview in the morning. Check out time would be 11:00 AM. I'd get some coffee and a light breakfast and be on the way to the school as soon as I woke up.

This was to be my first "big boy" job. I'd already signed a lease to a nearby apartment; that's how certain I was that I'd snag this gig no problem. But the start of my lease wasn't for another few weeks and I'd quit my fast food job earlier in the summer. As a result, I found myself paying for a hotel that was the last one available and wasn't exactly cheap with what meager savings I had. It was annoying to have to fork over the money for a single night, but my hometown was over five hours away. I'd left my parents' (where I was still staying, waiting for my new life to begin) at around 8:30 PM. A late start to get out on the road, I know, but I guess I didn't realize how much of the day had been eaten away by my constant stressing over the interview. But I had a reservation for the night and I had to get to the hotel. I was thinking of modifying my stay to two nights if that was allowed. The stress of the upcoming interview combined with late night

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 8
📰︎ r/nosleep
💬︎
📅︎ Nov 21 2020
🚨︎ report
Respect Tobias! (Animorphs)

#Respect Tobias!


>"There would be a battle. Maybe we'd survive and maybe not. And then I would have a different battle to fight. One with myself. Human or hawk? What was I?"


Here's the situation: Earth is under attack by a race of parasitic slug-like aliens known as Yeerks. They slither into your head through your ear canal and fold over your brain, slowly taking control of you. Anyone and everyone you know could secretly be a Yeerk, waiting for the right time to infest you too. This nightmare was reality for the Animorphs, five young kids (and an alien) given Andalite morphing technology that let them absorb the DNA of animals and transform into them.

One of the original six Animorphs, Tobias was unique in the way that he was trapped in his red-tailed hawk morph early on. While he eventually regained his morphing powers, his default form would be the red-tailed hawk from that point onward. He was the quietest and most introverted of the Animorphs. His single mother was rendered amnesiac after an accident and he was shuffled around by his aunt and uncle, neither of whom were very good caretakers. The battle against the Yeerks gave him a newfound sense of meaning in his life, and his semi-permanent transformation into a hawk lead him to have to juggle his human and animal sides.

Also, his dad was a blue shapeshifting alien centaur with a scorpion tail. Yeah, this series is a little weird.

Feats are tagged like this, with the first # being the number of the book in the series and the second being the chapter number. Hover over a feat for the tag.

  • B#C# - Main series

  • C#C# - Chronicles series

  • M#C# - Megamorphs series


#Unmorphed

###Strength

Talons/Beak

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 76
💬︎
👤︎ u/76SUP
📅︎ Jan 24
🚨︎ report
Tobias

#Respect Tobias!


>"There would be a battle. Maybe we'd survive and maybe not. And then I would have a different battle to fight. One with myself. Human or hawk? What was I?"


Here's the situation: Earth is under attack by a race of parasitic slug-like aliens known as Yeerks. They slither into your head through your ear canal and fold over your brain, slowly taking control of you. Anyone and everyone you know could secretly be a Yeerk, waiting for the right time to infest you too. This nightmare was reality for the Animorphs, five young kids (and an alien) given Andalite morphing technology that let them absorb the DNA of animals and transform into them.

One of the original six Animorphs, Tobias was unique in the way that he was trapped in his red-tailed hawk morph early on. While he eventually regained his morphing powers, his default form would be the red-tailed hawk from that point onward. He was the quietest and most introverted of the Animorphs. His single mother was rendered amnesiac after an accident and he was shuffled around by his aunt and uncle, neither of whom were very good caretakers. The battle against the Yeerks gave him a newfound sense of meaning in his life, and his semi-permanent transformation into a hawk lead him to have to juggle his human and animal sides.

Also, his dad was a blue shapeshifting alien centaur with a scorpion tail. Yeah, this series is a little weird.

Feats are tagged like this, with the first # being the number of the book in the series and the second being the chapter number. Hover over a feat for the tag.

  • B#C# - Main series

  • C#C# - Chronicles series

  • M#C# - Megamorphs series


#Unmorphed

###Strength

Talons/Beak

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 3
💬︎
👤︎ u/76SUP
📅︎ Jan 12
🚨︎ report
Rachel

#Respect Rachel!


> "This is why we fight. And to be honest, I like a good fight. The adrenaline spike of battle. The rush. The challenge. And now that I've admitted that, I'll admit something else: Lately, it's been scaring me that I like it. That I look forward to it so much."


Here's the situation: Earth is under attack by a race of parasitic slug-like aliens known as Yeerks. They slither into your head through your ear canal and fold over your brain, slowly taking control of you. Anyone and everyone you know could secretly be a Yeerk, waiting for the right time to infest you too. This nightmare was reality for the Animorphs, five young kids (and an alien) given Andalite morphing technology that let them absorb the DNA of animals and transform into them.

One of the original six Animorphs and the bruiser of the team. While Rachel was just a pretty ordinary teenage gymnast/shopping enthusiast before getting her morphing powers, the thrill of combat lead her to developing a love for fighting. This violent streak would prove as both an asset and a detriment to the Animorphs over the course of their war against the Yeerks. Her two combat morphs - the elephant and the grizzly bear - are easily among the strongest morphs anyone on the team has.

Feats are tagged like this, with the first # being the number of the book in the series and the second being the chapter number. Hover over a feat for the tag.

  • B#C# - Main series

  • C#C# - Chronicles series

  • M#C# - Megamorphs series

Feats from Megamoprhs 4 are from an alternate reality where the characters never got morphing powers, and feats from book 32 are from a time when Rachel was split into two Rachels. These should all be equivalent to the original Rachel.


#Unmorphed

###Physicals

Strength

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 3
💬︎
👤︎ u/76SUP
📅︎ Jan 12
🚨︎ report
I’m sick and fucking tired of people acting like chimanzees are unbeatable by humans

The average fit human male with surface level fighting experience would fuck a chimpanzee up in a 1 on 1 fight

I don’t know what it is with people loving to act like chimpanzees are these unbeatable monsters of the animal kingdom. Sick of people wanking chimp feats with old studies. “6 times stronger than a human pound for pound” my ass. Think about that for a second, why would chimps, who average 100 pounds at 5 feet tall, be SIX times stronger than w human male? Doesn’t even make logical sense.

Not only that, chimps are somewhere around 1.5 times as strong as humans pound for pound so any weight or height difference would be balanced out. Essentially the average chimp is as strong as an 150 pound male at like 5’10. An average fit male has the height, intelligence, and tactical advantage when fighting the chimp. Literally the only advantage the chimp has is that it doesn’t have the inhibitions of a human and is willing to grab testicles. Fortunately for the human being other humans do this in fights and they know how to avoid this.

And don’t even try to hit me with the “well uhh a chimp ripped a woman’s face off” that was an agitated ass chimpanzee that was given drugs and it mauled an unsuspecting 50 year old woman. Not to mention that thing was fucking 200 goddamn pounds. That’s COMPLETELY different than if someone even expected the average chimp to come at them, let alone an adult human male being the one fighting it.

Here’s an actual video of a chimp attacking a man notice how there’s a lack of “ripping off” various parts of the human body as many like the claim a chimp would do. Shit literally looked like a fight between two high schoolers than don’t really know how to fight. If you got someone who knows how to put weight behind their punches they would fucking CLAP THE FUCK out of a chimp. Chimps can still feel pain like humans and will react to it. And it probably doesn’t even know how to weave punches.

I always see these ridiculous claims made by chimpanzee fanboys with no PROOF

“Chimps are 6 times stronger than humans” source for this that’s not an outdated study?

“Chimps can rip your limbs off” source for this?

“Chimps will rip your face off” source? That old woman didn’t even get her face ripped off. She got mauled.

The only thing I’ll give these chimp fans is that chimps could probably bite off a finger or some facial tissue. But it’s definitel

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 10
📰︎ r/rant
💬︎
📅︎ Nov 13 2020
🚨︎ report
[The Last Woman on Earth] Part 3, Chapter 4

Cover Art | Table of Content |

Part III – Because one’s a woman means one must have shiny hair

Chapter 4

I’m taken back to a conversation I had with Roman days before his death. Of all the people I could have blabbered nonsensical ‘women’ talks to, I told him. I played myself. Whenever I think about women, I have to be reminded of him again.

***

It was a sunny day, one of the very few days where the sun shone down on the land of Izhevsk. We had sat with our backs against the watchtower’s wall. Roman’s pistol rested on his hand, and he used to always unload and reload it for no other reason than his own amusement. On my hands was a book.

“Whatcha reading today?” He had always asked that question whenever I brought a book with me. Oftentimes, I just ignored the inquiries altogether; however, there were days where he had been extra thick-headed to the point I couldn’t just pretend he was mute. “How did yer even find so many books? Did they even allow you to keep ‘em? Oi! Where can I get ‘em?”

When I hadn’t answered, he gave me a smack on my back. “Yo, what’s written in that book? Hey, don’t ya look down on me! If I woulda known how to read, I woulda known as much as you do!”

I sighed, “Wildest shits, man. But you might not be interested.”

“I’m all ears. I’m interested in everything, ya see. Roman Yatsky at your service!” He mimicked a military salute. I sighed again, longer than the last time.

“They tried to claim there was a time when men were not created in glass cages.” Asexually-produced in vitro is the exact term in the documents, but nobody uses that because soldiers aren’t supposed to read books. Apparently they think we’re too uneducated to read.

“How the hell they make men then? Kids ain’t sprouting from the grounds like trees!”

“Yeah, there seemed to have been another species that had existed along with us men. They’re referred to as ‘women’ in this book. So we men and them, we...” I hesitated, “... have this thing called love, and sex. They used that to create men and women of later generations.”

“Sex...” He had mumbled, before jolting up as if he was a scientist who had discovered a ground-breaking discovery, “Sex! Sex! Sex! Sounds kinda funny, ya think? Man, if you put a little force into the word, like this...” He had opened his mouth

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 5
💬︎
📅︎ Nov 01 2020
🚨︎ report
I will grab you, I will rip you, I will eat you

"I will grab you, I will rip you, I will eat you."

It's almost funny when I think back on it. I replay those words in my head every night before finally falling asleep, usually no earlier than around 3:00 AM on a good night. The nightmares aren't bad; I rarely have them, actually. But when they come on, they come on with an insidious ferocity. Whenever I wake from one of my nightmares, I'm always left periodically checking my closet like a five-year-old child for the remainder of the night and lose any sleep I could hope to enjoy before sunrise in the process. I suppose these occasional nightmares mean I'm destined to forever remember what happened in that hotel room a few years back when I was still out on the hunt for jobs. I don't terribly mind that I can't forget. Like I said, the story is almost funny. Almost.

It happened on a night like tonight. Right now, it's 2:01 AM. Back then, it was 2:01 AM as well, or sometime around then. I was driving down an unfamiliar road that was fairly crowded for that time of night/early morning. The road was called Ashtin Way; at the end of this long, winding road sat the local university where I'd be interviewing for an adjunct gig teaching composition the next day, thankfully at 1:00 in the afternoon. I was looking forward to finding my hotel and getting some good rest before rising and preparing some more for the interview in the morning. Check out time would be 11:00 AM. I'd get some coffee and a light breakfast and be on the way to the school as soon as I woke up.

This was to be my first "big boy" job. I'd already signed a lease to a nearby apartment; that's how certain I was that I'd snag this gig no problem. But the start of my lease wasn't for another few weeks and I'd quit my fast food job earlier in the summer. As a result, I found myself paying for a hotel that was the last one available and wasn't exactly cheap with what meager savings I had. It was annoying to have to fork over the money for a single night, but my hometown was over five hours away. I'd left my parents' (where I was still staying, waiting for my new life to begin) at around 8:30 PM. A late start to get out on the road, I know, but I guess I didn't realize how much of the day had been eaten away by my constant stressing over the interview. But I had a reservation for the night and I had to get to the hotel. I was thinking of modifying my stay to two nights if that was allowed. The stress of the upcoming interview combined with late night

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 6
📰︎ r/stayawake
💬︎
📅︎ Nov 22 2020
🚨︎ report
I will grab you, I will rip you, I will eat you

"I will grab you, I will rip you, I will eat you."

It's almost funny when I think back on it. I replay those words in my head every night before finally falling asleep, usually no earlier than around 3:00 AM on a good night. The nightmares aren't bad; I rarely have them, actually. But when they come on, they come on with an insidious ferocity. Whenever I wake from one of my nightmares, I'm always left periodically checking my closet like a five-year-old child for the remainder of the night and lose any sleep I could hope to enjoy before sunrise in the process. I suppose these occasional nightmares mean I'm destined to forever remember what happened in that hotel room a few years back when I was still out on the hunt for jobs. I don't terribly mind that I can't forget. Like I said, the story is almost funny. Almost.

It happened on a night like tonight. Right now, it's 2:01 AM. Back then, it was 2:01 AM as well, or sometime around then. I was driving down an unfamiliar road that was fairly crowded for that time of night/early morning. The road was called Ashtin Way; at the end of this long, winding road sat the local university where I'd be interviewing for an adjunct gig teaching composition the next day, thankfully at 1:00 in the afternoon. I was looking forward to finding my hotel and getting some good rest before rising and preparing some more for the interview in the morning. Check out time would be 11:00 AM. I'd get some coffee and a light breakfast and be on the way to the school as soon as I woke up.

This was to be my first "big boy" job. I'd already signed a lease to a nearby apartment; that's how certain I was that I'd snag this gig no problem. But the start of my lease wasn't for another few weeks and I'd quit my fast food job earlier in the summer. As a result, I found myself paying for a hotel that was the last one available and wasn't exactly cheap with what meager savings I had. It was annoying to have to fork over the money for a single night, but my hometown was over five hours away. I'd left my parents' (where I was still staying, waiting for my new life to begin) at around 8:30 PM. A late start to get out on the road, I know, but I guess I didn't realize how much of the day had been eaten away by my constant stressing over the interview. But I had a reservation for the night and I had to get to the hotel. I was thinking of modifying my stay to two nights if that was allowed. The stress of the upcoming interview combined with late night

... keep reading on reddit ➡

👍︎ 3
💬︎
📅︎ Nov 22 2020
🚨︎ report

Please note that this site uses cookies to personalise content and adverts, to provide social media features, and to analyse web traffic. Click here for more information.