the giant rat etc.

hi

[cloobert]

Who Is Clooby

Hi everyone-- I’ve had this account for almost a decade now but now that twitter is slow-motion dying I want to dive back into this site.

And part of that is explaining who I am, now! I’m Clay or Clooby, a writer of fiction, bad joke, and tabletop games. I’ve always loved the Gothic, the grand, and the mythic, and try to harness and repurpose that every chance I get. Other than that, I cook pasta and walk long distances, generally. I’ve yet to decide what specifically will go where, between here and @cloobywrites, but here’s what i do: My two published (ish) works are: Over Sea, Wander Home, a book for Jay Dragon’s Wanderhome about adding a sort of epic maritime dimension to the game’s wandering. Perfect if you want to play a former sea captain, lying (or honest) big-fish storyteller, or a cartographer looking to bound the world in maps.

END THE WORLD, a painful PBTA ashcan about, well, ending the world. It’s run straight through with my feelings about a recent death in my family and the pain of the summer of 2020, so it may never be truly finished, but it’s certainly playable right now.

I’m also working on a lot of current projects: I’m writing Mobile Chariot Aurochs (working title), a mecha novel about vampiric wood Chariots piloted with marionette strings. It's got sex, duels, and my complicated thoughts about Sayla Mass and Haman Karn threaded through it.

Next is another untitled project--this time my expansion for Austin Ramsay's Beam Saber. Real Robot is often about war, yes, but it is so often also about living in the shadow of the greatest war anyone has ever seen. So I'm adding five playbooks, two squad playbooks, and a setting made for emulating things like Zeta Gundam, Iron Blooded Orphans, After War Gundam X, and a whole bunch of others.

Below is the Comet, a playbook about flying in and out of history's great orbits:

And here are some abilities from the Shrike, a pilot burns their mechs hot and fast:

Next, I'm developing the Sparked by Resistance game Last Day Academy-- A game about teaching at the awful school for magic and monsters that you once attended. It's a personal, painful game, but it also lets you play a pyromancer who burns their own futures for the energy to get through grading season.

or a toxic-soul-waste repository who uses the runoff in their soul to work miracles:

Next, is The Lies from Friday Rhapsody's, a game about doing Lupin III style cartoon heists in a weird city with a shattered sky. This one has an all new system based around both playing and cheating at blackjack in genuinely every way to cheat I could imagine. You can also play an invertebrate clown. This one is on a back-er burner solely because it really wants a real  deck of cards to be marked up and altered as the adventures go on.

Finally, I've been writing Death Comes to Little Island, a Chuubo's Marvelous Wish Granting Engine campaign in the mode of things like Stand By Me and Anohana about grief, growing up, and also fistfighting Death on the beach. One of the main characters dropped out of world-killing void god school. They're a hoot.

[paper--machete]

it bothers me that you often don't really hear about people having a "favorite album" the way they might have a favorite movie or favorite video game

[paper--machete]

fuck it. reblog this and tell me in the tags what your favorite album is

[everythingnowshow]

what if American Psycho was wet?

[approaching-the-scrungularity-d]

I think I may never be sad ever again. There is a statue entitled "Farewell to Orpheus" on my college campus. It's been there since 1968, created by a Prof. Frederic Littman that use to work at the university. It sits in the middle of a fountain, and the fountain is often full of litter. I have taken it upon myself to clean the litter out when I see it (the skimmers only come by once a week at max). But because of my style of dress, this means that bystanders see a twenty-something on their hands and knees at the edge of the fountain, sleeves rolled up, trying not to splash dirty water on their slacks while their briefcase and suit coat sit nearby. This is fine, usually. But today was Saturday Market, which means the twenty or so people in the area suddenly became hundreds. So, obviously, somebody stopped to ask what I was doing. "This," I gestured at the statue, "is Eurydice. She was the wife of Orpheus, the greatest storyteller in Greece. And this litter is disrespectful." Then, on a whim, I squinted up at them. "Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?" "No," they replied, shifting slightly to sit.

"Would you like to?"

"Sure!"

So I told them. I told them the story as I know it- and I've had a bit of practice. Orpheus, child of a wishing star, favorite of the messenger god, who had a hard-working, wonderful wife, Eurydice; his harp that could lull beasts to passivity, coax song from nymphs, and move mountains before him; and the men who, while he dreamed and composed, came to steal Eurydice away. I told of how she ran, and the water splashed up on my clothes. But I didn't care. I told of how the adder in the field bit her heel, and she died. I told of the Underworld- how Orpheus charmed the riverman, pacified Cerberus with a lullaby, and melted the hearts of the wise judges. I laughed as I remarked how lucky he was that it was winter- for Persephone was moved by his song where Hades was not. She convinced Hades to let Orpheus prove he was worthy of taking Eurydice. I tugged my coat back on, and said how Orpheus had to play and sing all the way out of the Underworld, without ever looking back to see if his beloved wife followed. And I told how, when he stopped for breath, he thought he heard her stumble and fall, and turned to help her up- but it was too late. I told the story four times after that, to four different groups, each larger than the last. And I must have cast a glance at the statue, something that said "I'm sorry, I miss you--" because when I finished my second to last retelling, a young boy piped up, perhaps seven or eight, and asked me a question that has made my day, and potentially my life: "Are you Orpheus?" I told the tale of the grieving bard so well, so convincingly, that in the eyes of a child I was telling not a story, but a memory. And while I laughed in the moment, with everyone else, I wept with gratitude and joy when I came home. This is more than I deserve, and I think I may never be sad again.

Here is the aforementioned statue, by the way.

[cloobert]

Kill the Baileys

By Clooby and Chuck Schumer

Joe and Eileen Bailey live in Massapequa, a medium-size suburb in Nassau County, Long Island. They are each 45 years old. Their home is about 30 minutes from the outskirts of New York City, but they don’t go into town very often. They have a house, a mortgage, property taxes that never cease to go up, monthly payments for two cars, and three kids in the local public schools. They both work because they want to and because they need to. Joe works for an insurance company and Eileen is a part-time administrative assistant at a family physician’s practice. They are middle class by New York standards, together earning about $75,000 per year, which translates to about $50,000 in a typical American community.

My sychronhiccups finally ended after a wait worse than the line for the head at O’Hakas. Least there, the water was only half-murk and stopped at my ankles. Ready, I flipped a finger up out of the juice around me to Dub Wekker. He knew what it meant: It was time to fuck, and fuck hard. As my nose went underwater, he repeated his usual mantra: “You’ve cracked harder than this.” Now, that wasn’t true. Maybe if you fudged the dates and other numbers a bit, sure. Ignored some extenuating factors–some of whom wouldn’t pick up my calls now anyways–and imagined that the wetwipe noosecurity that was sa uso when I first dropped out was even in the same phylum as the beefed up lifetimers prowling people’s heads now. I’d been good once upon a time, but even a low-rent schizoomer had a better chance than me at breaking into half of the more leaden skulls out there. 

Course, the problem here wasn’t notions of bouncers staying rent-free in some legitimate businessman’s head. The egg to be cracked was an onion at best, and one of those foods that’d spend half a day infecting everyone’s feeds before vanishing into mass merch storefronts to die a gimmick’s death at worst. At some point as I drowned, I prayed a few quick words to my sponsor that at the very least this dip might not have queso. Ever since my brief lifetime with Carotid out West in the Badger, I’d become a bit of a snob for the stuff. Even my marks couldn’t imagine cheese good enough to be worth my time.

Both of Eileen’s parents are in their seventies and healthy, although her father had a prostate cancer scare a few years ago. Joe’s parents are in their early eighties. They still live in the same house they bought forty years ago, but they may need to move to assisted living soon.

For the last few weeks, I liked to lie to myself about where this sudden samaritanal impulse had come from. I was riding hot off a no-sweat piglet butchering, so I could afford to. I’d just spent a few years thinking the lifestyles of the rich and famous, and felt like a bit of a hood robin, maybe. Could be that this was vengeance. Tid’s ex-brother, the one I’d shacked up with for a few months after running out on her, had been done wrong by the senexes. Got all grassroot for one of the new faces in hopes that some of his radical words might still be floating around when the old incumbent sonovabitch moved into the new elect’s skull. No dice, just a big fucking ‘skip a turn’ card. Brother’d still be in lockup if Tid hadn’t lied when she said she lost my number.

The Baileys are generally optimists. They do not see impending clouds of doom on the horizon, though they sometimes worry that America’s place in the world is under threat. Personally, they feel they are doing well. There are two cars in the garage, a family vacation each summer, a small positive balance in their bank account, and some retirement savings. Joe is able to get in a few rounds of golf during the summer. Eileen is able to splurge now and then at the mall.

Maybe there was some truth in that. That this whole crazy scheme was motivated more by spite than a sense of a sunnier day. I’d always been a spiteful person. Joined the PsLA because my father said he’d disown me if he ever saw me on the tube running from one of their attacks, and quit them when he eventually came to the compound offering his halfwit to the effort and those posers accepted him. Any outfit willing to stick my dear pa in a magazine wasn’t worth my time, after all. I hadn’t told Dub about the nostalgia that came when I started drowning. He’d say it was good reason to quit. Buy a beachfront shack in Anaheim and surf with him ‘till we all got swept out. He’d be right, of course. Who knows, after five years drowning on the job, that might even feel like a homecoming.

[fanonical]

spin this wheel of all the pokemon. you now have to fight this pokemon. just you and it, bare-knuckle

do you win

easily

it's hard, but i do it

could go either way

i might make it, but probably not

fuck no

Voting ended onMay 12, 2025

[fanonical]

spin this list of all of the pokemon. you are now that pokemon.

how are you doing

FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH

this is pretty great actually

i can work with this

meh. no strong feelings

oh, this is not good

i am not the biggest fan, but i can work it out i guess

HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE

Voting ended onFeb 2, 2025

[ryanpanos]

Infinite Stairs and Dissected Buildings | Marcin Bialas | Socks Studio

Marcin Bialas is a Polish artist who’s specialized in etchings and drawings in black an white. Among his large production, a recurring theme is dissected buildings and surreal constructions, such as infinite staircases and labyrinthine interiors, an atemporal combination of G.B. Piranesi and Brodsky/Utkin prints. The structures seem unfinished, yet already in ruin, able to plunge the viewer into an uncomfortable feeling. Somewhere between nightmares and theatrical settings, Marcin Bialas’ retro drawings explore the dramatic potential of different projections and points of view.

[infimace-blog]

Tired of reblogging every gaza fundraiser post separately, so I'm just going to make a master list and reblog that on the semi-regular.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/evacuate-almadhoon-family-from-war-zone - Vetted by @gazavetters, #291

https://www.gofundme.com/f/the-struggle-for-safety-and-survival-your-help-is-our-only - Donation protected, about 4K from its goal.

Also going to highlight The Sameer Project, which is a good option if you want your cash to stretch as far as possible

The Refaat Alareer Camp - by The Sameer Project

The Sameer Project, a grassroots aid organization led by four Palestinians in the diaspora, is proud to announce our first tent encampment p

[many-sparrows]

Howdy folks, the Senate will be considering the first ever resolution blocking arms to Israel. This is huge and historic; it would block government contracting and about $20 billion in arms and support. This is an uphill battle, PLEASE urge your senators to support S.J.Res114-115. This is maybe the most important piece of legislation relating to Palestine that we have ever gotten and we must seize this opportunity.

This doc has information on the resolutions and their process, as well as sample messages and a phone script you can use. Please, use this moment to hear witness for your neighbors.

Arms Embargo: Act Now

On September 25, 2025, Senator Bernie Sanders (Vermont) introduced two joint resolutions: S.J.Res.114-115. If passed, these resolutions woul

[sonicspocketwrench1]

This is a massive call to action even if you live in a blue state! You cannot simply trust that your senator will do the right thing here. They need to hear that we still care even if the election is behind us.

[infimace-blog]

"Capitalism won't save you. Art might."

[infimace-blog]

At some point in the last two years, I stopped making music. I'd still make the occasional track here and there just to keep in shape, but I stopped really sitting with music and trying to hone the craft.

I keep coming back to it. Out of all the things that've crumbled for me in the past five years, that seems to be the most dire one. I'm supposed to make music. That's part of my identity. I'm the weirdo who released 18 different singles/EPs/albums that nobody listens to. It's the vessel of my artistic soul, in a way that writing isn't.

(My writing is still very good but once it exceeds a thousand words, it becomes craft rather than art.)

I am slowly trying to claw my emotions back into being and the key seems to be opening up the damn DAW and making some beats. Remembering years of music theory and finally learning what all the plugins are supposed to do.

My sister's going to be a doctor. She knew she wanted to be one since she was 6. I asked her two weeks ago how one knows what one wants to become. She said that she always thought I should make my living as a music producer.

I'm out of practice and I wasn't at the professional level even when I was in my prime. But I think maybe this is what I'm meant to be doing, even if I'm bad at it. It won't free me from my lucrative but dead-end job, but it might give me the strength to figure out what comes next.

[infimace-blog]

Visit Original Link

Well. This is a good start.

[infimace-blog]

you know, none of the various tf2 descendants have captured the primal delight of winning a round and then getting to invade the other team's base and slaughter them. it is the closest thing to unleashed lust you could get in this genre until Overwatch invented disney princess knockoffs with shrinkwrapped butts.

[infimace-blog]

you know what, no, tf2 knew how to fuck in general. tf2 would track your winstreak against a single guy on the enemy team and mark you with a sign of your dominance that only they could see, sending them into a vendetta against you to reclaim some sense of dignity, one that swallows up whatever petty thing you were fighting over before. tf2 gave you a class dedicated to stalking the enemy team, learning their patterns and weaknesses until you can tear them apart from the inside with paranoia, sometimes lurking invisibly for minutes just watching, sometimes stealing their faces every time you stab them in the back. tf2 taught you to play with a spite so strong it could resemble love, long hours in pub servers, the objective fading into the background as rivalries form and group taunts provide a level of armistice. tf2 knew how to fuck. overwatch had to invent shrinkwrapped butts to convince other people to make their characters fuckable because it never knew how to fuck on its own, too focused on making them perfect to allow them to sweat. it's the same way that marvel movies stripped out all the sensuality out of spandex. art cannot fuck without intimacy and comfort, and art cannot have intimacy and comfort without filth and grime, without bitterness and vendetta, without pebbles on which to lay the blanket.

[el-shab-hussein]

As a rule of thumb, don't reblog donation posts or people asking for donations unless they've been vetted and reblogged by Palestinian bloggers. We usually go to lengths to verify this shit because we know scammers have been faking to get people to send them money, using the urgency of our genocide as bait.

It's disgusting this is what we're dealing with, but people are losing money because of some truly evil people out there.

Accounts don't just randomly spring up on tumblr without gofundmes while asking for someone to help them create a campaign. Fuck out of here with that shit.

[el-shab-hussein]

I'm also gonna stop listing the reasons why I recognize something is a scam. It's becoming more and more clear there is 1 person behind this STRING of scams and they're leaving less trails behind but it still reeks of them and their MO.

DO NOT TRUST ANY GOFUNDME OR REQUEST FOR CROWDFUNDING THAT PALESTINIAN BLOGGERS HAVEN'T VERIFIED.

At this point I'm fine receiving a bunch of inbox messages asking me to vet x y z so y'all can avoid this shit. But please have some critical thinking!

People are exploiting our situation.

[el-shab-hussein]

Reblog this post.

Whether you wanna read the whole thing or not idc.

REBLOG IT.

The person this was about deleted the 4th or 5th scam account they made and are definitely gonna make a new one soon. I don't want anybody falling for this anymore.

[pfaugh]

OP's masterlist of vetted requests

every little bit helps.

[ghostofanonpast]

update on leena's campaign

hello all! we were all able to help leena reach her campaign goal of 15k€. i had previously posted about it here. after deliberating with leena, she decided to raise her campaign goal to 25k. now she has finally been able to access the internet enough to update the campaign.

current situation is such: the rafah crossing has been destroyed by the occupation. there are rumors that the hala evacuation company will start operating again soon, but we don't know any details. leena and her family are okay, thank god, but they have been displaced again with idf's cruel attack on khan younis, and have now started moving each week to avoid settling down.

the raised money will go towards their survival, as everything in gaza is extremely scarce and thus prices have skyrocketed. all extra that leena can save up will go towards evacuation fees (minimum 5k per anyone over 16) once evacuation is an option again.

Donate to Help Me and my Family to evacuate from Gaza ASAP, organized by Leena M

Dear compassionate souls, I am Leena , reaching out from the heart of Gaza, … Leena M needs your support for Help Me and my Family to evacu

15,010/25,000€

9,990€ to go

verified on the previous campaign post by 90-ghost here.

thank you for sharing and donating. if you have any questions or concerns, please reply to this post and i will reach out.

[ghostofanonpast]

15,300/25,000€

9,700€ to go

[killy-deactivated20241228]

Please share widely, Leena’s had a particularly scary time lately even by the horrific standards of the past several months.

[ghostofanonpast]

16,005/25,000€

8,995€ to go

thank you everyone for getting us over the first thousand!

there may be a chance for evacuation soon. let's try to keep pace! continuous small donations are critical ❤️

[karrakazz]

I'm not tryna pen any raw as fuck quotes but I do want to read books that will make me feel better than the people who are, any recs?

level 1: read any anne carson poem. i think we all had a phase and got sick of her a few years ago but shes interesting because shes doing successfully what us tumblrinas usually fail to do, the perfect, concise, casual profundity rendered in plain language. i personally like her translation of the bacchae/the bakkhai but i know a lot of real classics people are annoyed by it lol im just a regular reader.

level 2: things me and retro and the dragonfucker have spammed each other with over the years

inanna's descent into the underworld

exaltation of inanna

the kalevala

the gods of pegana by lord dunsany

thunder perfect mind

im gonna be honest probably also your aleister crowleys and your madam blavatskys and shit. i like atlantis: the antediluvian world by ignatius donnelly. all those 19th century crackpots. you cant contain yrself to the 21st century man.

level 3: stop bugging me and get off of tumblr and find stuff around the internet and go to the real life library and read some shit thats been out of print since the clinton administration

[karrakazz]

i am trying so so hard to forget everything i have been taught about vivec

[retroactivebakeries]

The Scripture of the Wheel, First: "The Spokes are the eight components of chaos, as yet solidified by the law of time: static change, if you will, something the lizard gods refer to as the Striking. That is the reptile wheel, coiled potential, ever-preamble to the never-action."

Second: "They are the lent bones of the Aedra, the Eight gift-limbs to SITHISIT, the wet earth of the new star our home. Outside them is the Aurbis, and not within. Like most things inexplicable, it is a circle. Circles are confused serpents, striking and striking and never given leave to bite. The Aedra would have you believe different, but they were givers before liars. Lies have turned them into biters. Their teeth are the proselytizers; to convert is to place oneself in the mouth of falsehood; even to propitiate is to be swallowed."

Third: "The enlightened are those uneaten by the world."

Fourth: "The spaces between the gift-limbs number sixteen, the signal shapes of the Demon Princedoms. It is the key and the lock, series and manticore."

Fifth: "Look at the majesty sideways and all you see is the Tower, which our ancestors made idols from. Look at its center and all you see is the begotten hole, second serpent, womb-ready for the Right Reaching, exact and without enchantment."

Sixth: "The heart of the second serpent holds the secret triangular gate."

Seventh: "Look at the secret triangular gate sideways and you see the secret Tower."

Eighth: "The secret Tower within the Tower is the shape of the only name of God, I."

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.

[karrakazz]

^ crucible i was forged in

[cloobert]

More things to read like this (if you're willing to track down copies): Cyclonopedia: Complicity with Anonymous Materials by Reza Negarestani is a work of theory-horror-fiction centering around the work of the fictional Dr. Hamid Parsani, who has become convinced that oil--sentient, cruel, and crude oil--is the true architect of the War on Terror. It plays in similar epistolary space as House of Leaves at times, but is a beast all its own. Kalpa Imperial: The Greatest Empire That Never Was by Angélica Gorodischer (and translated by Ursula K. LeGuin) is a beautiful book of stories told in and about a vast and ancient empire, tracing from its founding to, nominally, a modern day of sorts. Gorodischer and LeGuin are careful to maintain the voices of the various storytellers telling about empresses, generals, and abandoned cities, so each line is genuinely a delight and fascination to read.

The Solar Cycle by Gene Wolfe is mostly talked about in terms of the first work in it (Book of the New Sun), but the entire thing is genuinely some of the most moving and fascinating fiction I've had the pleasure to read. Each book feels like magic, and acts on the reader as magic. Where New Sun covers the journey of a torturer as he finds a kind of redemption, Book of the Long Sun tells the story of a haruspex (and youth pastor, of a kind) who is forced to dive into the metaphorical and literal underworld of the colony ship he inhabits to save his beloved community center. Book of the Short Sun, maybe the best of the set, bears too many spoilers for Long Sun to pitch, but mingles science fictional and theological arguments that brought me to tears with some of the coolest shit I've ever read. The Twenty Days of Turin by Giorgio De Maria is a book that feels like a curse. Every word of this story about the subtle and insidious creep of fascism feels like poison, and some of the images and phrases have genuinely haunted my nights since reading it. More than any of these other books, it feels like it describes and thus contains real, pulsing evil. Finally, anything by Roberto Calasso. An Italian writer and critic (and colleague of Italo Calvino, for any Calvinoheads out there), Calasso writes vast and meandering books about myth, sacrifice, kings, and society. The Ruin of Kasch, his first book, is nominally about Charles Maurice de Talleyrand-Périgord, but weaves in everything from Vedic writings to the titular story of the ruin of Kasch. I'm currently reading The Marriage of Cadmus and Harmony, his retelling and exegesis of Greek mythology. Every page has some incredible new phrase or esoteric construction. Calasso, more than a philosopher or literary critic, feels like a sorcerer.

[timetravellingkitty]

I'll just get straight to the point.

SIRAJ NEEDS TO GET TO 40K CAD BY THE END OF THIS WEEK

If you don’t know already, Siraj ( @siraj2024 ) is a devoted father to his three children and a writer and journalist from Gaza. He did a bachelor's degree and completed his master's in journalism and media just an year before the genocide began. He even wanted to get a doctorate! But his dreams were shattered when when the genocide started in October 2023.

In November 2023, the IOF destroyed his beautiful home which took ten years of love and labour. Ever since October 7th, he has been displaced seven times. Do you know what that has done to his three beautiful boys? In his words:

“My children have lost their childhoods among these makeshift shelters. They don’t know how to play or learn. Instead, they help with hard tasks like fetching drinking water from long distances, cleaning around the tent, and much more. They deserve better.”

One of his boys contracted a serious infection from the unhygienic conditions of the tent his family lives in. This is not how his children should be living! They should be in school, they should be playing, AND THEY SHOULD BE SAFE.

Forgive me for invoking her but within 24 hours of her candidacy Kamala Harris’ campaign raised a record breaking 81 million USD with the help of small-dollar donations. Clearly even the smallest amount goes a long way! If you can give your money to a candidate enabling a genocide, you can give your money to people escaping genocide

Please do not forget his family.

He is currently at $31,759 CAD / 40,000

He needs to get $8,241 to reach his goal.

Help him reach his weekly goal of 40k by Sunday.

He is #219 on this spreadsheet of vetted fundraisers by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi so please don't hesitate to donate anything you can spare. Don't let Siraj and his kids be forgotten. Again, if you guys can donate to this coconut of a vice president you can donate to him

Donate to Support Siraj's Family in Rebuilding Their Home, organized by Ahmad Abudayeh

hi, my name is ahmad and I'm raising a fund for my cousin Siraj and thi… Ahmad Abudayeh needs your support for Support Siraj's Family in Reb

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[raangmanch]

$32,965 CAD raised till now! Please help Siraj get to 35k within the next 2 days ! Remember our end of the week goal is $40,000 CAD.

We have 2 artists offering commissions for Siraj and we have one raffle going on for him as well:

@sheplaysbassdotmp3 is offering art commissions for a price as low as $10 CAD!

@imjustheretotrytohelp too has opened up commissions to help Siraj's fundraiser. Please refer to the pinned post for more details.

And finally @artistotel is raffling off a traditional painting of a ship/character/oc of your choice! This usually costs €30 but you can put in an entry for just $5 CAD! Please participate

[sunflowersmoths-deactivated2025]

$33,010 CAD/$40,000 CAD!

He has $6,990 CAD left to raise for this week! Please continue sharing and donating!

[kinavu]

$33,143 CAD / $40,000 CAD

In the past 12 hours siraj was able to only raise $343 CAD guys.

This is not NEARLY proportional enough to the emergency he is currently facing with TWO of his three children sick in gaza, where you can no longer even get your children vaccinated against a polio epidemic anymore. We need to get to at least 35k within the next 2 days, and 40k WITHIN THIS WEEK if we want to help him take care of them.

PLEASE participate in the raffle, please commission these artists, i promise you will not regret it and any amount you can spare will go a long way right now.

Ever since he started fundraising in june, there are SO many people showing up for siraj, so many people speaking up for him, he himself puts in effort everyday to share updates with us about what is happening in gaza at a big cost to his own safety with the recent massacres (but god when aren't there any recent massacres?) but very little of it is translating into actual donations. He hasnt even reached HALF of his overall goal yet.

I cannot for the life of me figure out why this is happening when other fundraisers we've been sharing were able to take off well, and the only reason i and people have talked to can come up with is that you all have lost hope for life in gaza.

To that i can only say that you have NO right to lose faith when gazans themselves have not given up on reclaiming their home.

Please continue donating to evacuation funds. They are urgent and should be treated as such. But do NOT disrespect the people who want to stay and rebuild their homes like this. They know their situations and options much better than you and i ever will, and their decisions MUST be respected.

[save-mohamed-family]

Thank you for documenting my campaign from the following accounts:

@sar-soor @heba-20

@el-shab-hussein

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I am Mohammed Almanasra, 32 years old, married, and a father of three children: Abdulrahman, 6 years old, Sarah, 4 years old, and Lina, 3 years old.

My story began with the loss of my parents and four of my sisters, who were bombed and lost their lives along with their children after the events of October 7 and the severe war on Gaza. Now, I am facing a severe injury to my leg, which is at risk of amputation if I do not receive the necessary treatment. My wife, children, and I are displaced, without parents or siblings, and my wife is also suffering from uterine cancer.

Recently, I moved to the south of the Gaza Strip, fearing for the lives of my children. We left behind our memories and our new home, for which we had not finished paying the installments, in addition to losing my job. Currently, I live in a tent that does not protect me from the heat of summer or the cold of winter, and without the minimum necessary livinng basics including water, food medical care, clothe and even bedding .

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I suffer from a chronic asthma and severe attacks from tightness and an extreme allergy in the ear and I need medicine that are not available, or very expensive .

Under these difficult circumstances, after five attempts at displacement and narrowly escaping death from the bombing, I am trying with all my might to protect my family, the most precious thing I have.

My dreams were shattered, and my house was destroyed, and I found myself living in a tent no larger than 4 square metres. My work turned from a tailor to a street vendor in order to barely buy a few crumbs of bread to feed my children.

Look at what happened to my children because of the intense heat and the insects that thrive in the summer season. Every day, I take them to the hospital to treat them due to poisonous insect bites. I implore every kind-hearted soul to help me protect my children.

My son, Abdul Rahman, has a deep passion for playing football and is a devoted fan of Real Madrid. He always dreamed of playing football at his school, but the war prevented this dream from coming true.

Where are you, Real Madrid fans ?

Help Abdul Rahman achieve his dream.

Every donation will make an enormous difference in helping me save my family.

I feel very sad and embarrassed to ask for help, but I have no other options left. I know that this request is difficult, but I also know that there is still humanity and living consciences and I believe in miracles.

Your support during this extremely difficult time will give us hope in the midst of devastation and despair.

If you have any inquiries or questions, feel free to ask me, please!

To everyone with a compassionate heart,

To all who understand the essence of humanity,

This is a message from my innocent children, who trust that their words will reach everyone who truly understands the meaning of childhood.

We cry out to you, asking you to feel our sorrow and pain, and to extend a helping hand to us in this time when we are in desperate need of your mercy and compassion.

My name is being repeatedly added to many public and private donation campaigns. Please, be a support for me in this difficult situation.

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Thank you for all the help you have provided during this difficult time. I ask everyone to contribute to support me, as my situation is very

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Mohammed & the family