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Far Harbor 4

We agreed that the first order of business was to retrieve the kill switch code and the launch key, as the discovery of those would lead to the worse case scenarios of the Fog overtaking Far Harbor and a nuclear detonation. I must admit, I severely underestimated the ferocity of native wildlife. Anglers are apparently capable of expelling a viscous substance from their mouth, which combusts on impact. Hermit crabs are big enough to use cars for shells. And of course, somehow super mutants made the long journey north, though how the hell they got to an island is beyond me. Perhaps they swam. At any rate, I have never been so thankful to be skilled in moving silently. I am also running out of ammunition.

As we had left the Nucleus, the Grand Zealot intercepted me and charged his new recruit with an important task - tracking down a heretic. Sister Gwyneth had apparently left the fold, and was now desecrating Atom’s shrines around the island. I had no interest in stopping her, but when it became clear that she was as good as dead if she didn’t stop, I resolved to keep an eye out and at least warn her. On our return east after securing the kill switch, we found her. The poor woman had found a pre-war science textbook, and saw an illustration of an atom. Her conclusion? Atom was a false god, but rather than simply stopping there she warped her blind belief onto the space within and around the atom… nothing. I managed to convince her to leave the island before the Children find her and kill her. If bizarre pseudo-nihilistic cults to Nothing start popping up across the northern Commonwealth it will be my fault, but I find that highly unlikely.

We’ve made camp in the church Gwyneth was using for shelter. The walls are whole, and a couple traps are set around the perimeter. Valentine is struggling to reconcile his desire to get to know his brother with the knowledge that Dima had planned the destruction of Far Harbor. Even if the plan was never brought to fruition, discarded and hidden… I don’t think such a thing would ever even occur to Valentine. Mass murder in the name of peace.

We spoke a bit about family. I told him about my brother Mycroft, seven years my senior. Officially, he had a position in a mid-level government office. Unofficially, he was involved in undercover operations across the world. Not personally; he never left a three block radius of his office and lodgings, but the data, the theories, all passed through him. We were never close, not in the traditional sense. He understood me better than anyone, and I him, but no one in my family could ever be described as sentimental. I hadn’t seen or heard from him in a year before the end of the world.

“It’s a strange thing,” I finished, “I left my parents and brothers behind, a legacy of moderate aristocracy, to be true to myself. It was quite the falling out. While Mycroft was certainly family, the rest of them… I haven’t thought about them in years, and now that they’re two hundred years gone, it almost hurts to wonder what might have been.”

His hand squeezed mine, a perfect expression of sympathy. “Do you think I would have wound up here with Dima, if I’d kept my head after we escaped, or would he have gone with me, maybe met those settlers who helped me out all those years ago?”

“Perhaps neither. You could have set up a refuge somewhere in the Commonwealth for just the two of you. I refuse to believe you wouldn’t want to help people, it’s not in your nature. The Valentine Detective Agency would still exist, just perhaps in slightly different form and location.”

He made a small, pleased sound. “Would have been a hell of a thing.” Then he sighed, “Of course, without Dima the people on this Island might have been wiped out by this damn Fog. Chase would still be a number working for the Institute. Who knows what would have happened to all those synths.”

“True. He’s done some good here.”

“But is it worth whatever evil he’s committed?”

“We don’t know that he has, Valentine. He created the means to destroy Far Harbor, but he hid it and removed his own memory of it. That seems to suggest he at least has a conscience.”

“At least there’s that.” Valentine shook his head, “No use wondering about all the what-ifs right now. We’ll find out what else he’s been hiding tomorrow.”

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“Hey, look. I got the hammer. And it only took me, like, what? 10 seconds. 11 tops.”

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The best

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Glad he hasn’t been forgotten.

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sixpenceee

Classes on consent are being taught in Kenya and rape in these areas where the classes are taught has decreased by 50%. The classes have also increased bystander intervention as well as female empowerment and positive masculinity.

This should be done everywhere!

For more posts follow @sixpenceee

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YESYESYESYESYESYESYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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It’s almost like rape is a choice made by the attacker alone.. That they had the full control all along, and that simply teaching them that women are fellow human beings and not objects for their pleasure really alters that choice.

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I am Diana of Themyscira, daughter of Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons.

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Nebula Images: http://nebulaimages.com/ Astronomy articles: http://astronomyisawesome.com/

#astronomy #apod #space #nasa

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robert, your tony is showing.

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Sorry this is so long! It’s a comic I drew at 3am when I couldn’t sleep. I always wanted to know where the Chamber of the Ordeal from Tamora Pierce’s Tortall universe came from, so I made this short little thing about the hypothetical first person to survive the Ordeal. 5 pages total!

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deancas in season 13

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WE GOT A MEGALODON SKULL

APPARENTLY it was in a private collection now is at Sauriermuseum in zurich

it hasnt been described yet but its being worked

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HOLY SHIT FF HOLY SHIT

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Amy dancepants!

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SATAN’S BALLOON ANIMALS

guess what, it’s time for another episode of Weird Biology! today we’re going to learn about a creature that looks like a stained-glass window, but stalks the oceans with toxic might powered only by the wind like a sailing ship of old.

that’s right, it’s the devil’s own shopping bag-

the name is almost longer than the animal.

The Portuguese Man o’ War is a floating jellyfish relative called a Hydrozoan. it was named after the 18th century sailing ship, apparently by a blind person. “oh, it looks like a sailing ship under full sail” no it doesn’t, shut up. it looks like a rogue walmart shopping bag that blew into the Atlantic and makes a living by strangling innocent sea turtles.

but like the aforementioned plastic bag, the Man o’ War uses its lovely blue-purple air sac to catch the breeze. it wanders in groups through the warm waters of the Atlantic, driven along by the wind and tides. kind of poetic, really.

as long as you don’t look underwater, anyway.

I’m about to ruin it for everybody, hang on.

like so many other things in life, it’s not what you see on the surface that’s important but what is underneath that counts.

in this case, what’s underneath is up to 165 feet of venomous tentacles. it’s like that thing they say about icebergs, where you only see the top 10% and the rest is an invisible ship-killing nightmare? it’s exactly like that.

except with poison tentacles.

the Man o’ War is basically a biological fishing trawler, trailing these stupidly long tentacles like a fine mesh net through the water. and when an innocent fish who probably has a family at home comes into contact with this “net”, specialized cells called Nematocysts are triggered to fire tiny poison harpoons into the victim, causing instant death or paralysis.

the tentacle then reels itself upward into the body of the Man o’ War like a fishing line, dragging its helpless victim upward to be digested.

so, uh, actually not like a fishing trawler then, not like a fishing trawler at all.

unless the fishing trawler was designed by Junji Ito.

though the Man o’ War may look like a jellyfish, it’s definitely not. in fact, it’s not even a single animal! it’s actually four separate organisms jammed into a venomous trenchcoat like three best friends trying to sneak into an R rated movie.

“how the fuck even”, I hear you say. and that’s a valid question! it’s not everyday that we discover that what we thought was a single animal is actually four smaller animals living communally to form a larger, more dangerous animal. it would be like discovering that opossums are actually comprised of 17 rats each.

no word on if they do a silly dance and tap their fingers together to fuse or what though.

in the Man o’ War’s case, these four individual kinds of “polyps” that comprise the complete final form are the air sac polyp (gets the gang around), the digestive polyp (converts murdered fish into energy for the whole gang), the reproductive polyp (makes small clones of each individual gang member), and the tentacle polyp (murders things indiscriminately for the sheer joy of it).

that’s right, the tentacles are a separate animal! you might be wondering if they sometimes come loose, wander off, and just sting people/animals randomly when they drift into populated areas. what a silly question!

yeah, happens all the time.

SHIT.

while rarely fatal, Man o’ Wars stings can seriously injure humans. this is a big problem in areas where Man o’ Wars are common, because storms and predators can knock the tentacles right the fuck off. the tentacles drift away, only to wash ashore and sting a hapless beachgoer weeks later. that’s right, rogue tentacles can still sting for days or weeks after separation! even if the Man ‘o War is beached! isn’t that neat! fuck!

the discovery of a beached Man o’ War usually closes the entire fucking beach, for this reason. would YOU want to go fuck around in the sand if it might be full of over a hundred feet of poison spaghetti too fine to notice with the naked eye?

if the answer is yes, I have great news about a bridge I’d like to sell you.

if all this information upset you, I’d like to offer my deepest condolences. but buckle up for one last upsetting fact, and here it is: Man o’ War are spreading.

usually restricted to warm waters, climate change has driven the Man o’ War as far north as Great Britain. that’s awful awful awful news for any country that touches the Atlantic ocean, which is lots of them.

luckily, we have dependable allies in this fight: sea turtles and the Mola Mola! (which I’ve written about before) unfortunately just about all we can do at this point is to cheer these awesome devil-balloon-munchers on from the safety of shore, while trying to invent a Man o’ War-proof barrier net.

for now, watch out for anything that looks like a floating plastic bag.

and for god’s sake, watch where you step.

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IMAGE SOURCES

img1- National Geographic img2- The Garden of Eadon img3- Sean Nash img4- Enrico Villa img5- livescience.com img6- diply.com img7- Daily Mail img8- Sun Sentinel