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In 1943, American banker Donald Triplett became autism’s first documented case. He was labeled “Case 1” in Leo Kanner’s landmark paper.

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头七怪谈 Eng Translation Summary | Chapter 1 - part 2

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After the forum thread about the family of three stops receiving updates for now, another new forum thread pops up.

[Story] That Girl From My Childhood (1)

• A user by the name 青城山下 (" Qingcheng Shan Xia ", Below Qingcheng Mountain) says that the reason they are telling this story is also to looking for a missing person. • " A long time has passed, I think [this person] can't be found anymore, but if there still is hope I still want to try. "

• They say their parents used to be part of a theatre troupe that performed plays, and that they would be invited to sing whenever there was a big event in the village.

• After they were invited to perform for a wedding, everything changed.

• That day, there were many village children backstage, and amidst the noisy children, QingchengShanXia saw a girl wearing red clothes.

• The girl's red clothes were plain and dark red, and wouldn't be obvious in a crowd of people, yet Qingchengshanxia says he remembers her because her face was distorted.

• She had white face paint, but didn't seem like it was any of the common face makeup*, and instead her face was fully painted white with distorted 五官*(wuguan, the five facial features) drawn on it.

A drawing of what she looked like.

• Another user 逍遥仙 (xiaoyaoxian, unconstrained immortal) remarks that the face makeup is like the kind used in dance performances involving sacrifices/offerings to ghosts.

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The forum thread ends here for now.

*The face makeup being referred to here is 花脸(hualian), which refers to the facepaint/makeup commonly used in Chinese operas. Usually there are different common types of makeup for different kinds of characters being played in the opera.

*Wuguan is a term referring to the five facial features of the face in traditional Chinese medicine. These are the eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth and ears.

At the same time of this forum thread popping up, the previous forum thread about the family of three updates.

[Asking For Help] The Family of Three That Lives Next Door Is A Little Strange... (2)

• Linglingling remarks that they felt way too tired today, so they asked their boss for leave. At 0:57 AM, they send an audio file of a baby crying.

• Someone's voice in the video says, " Why.... Why...? Ah..... Ah... The one that should die isn't me.... "

• The other users in the thread wonder whether OP has been possessed.

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The forum thread ends here for now. None of the forum threads seem to be updating, so Li Yuting decides to take a break.

[Asking For Help] The Family of Three That Lives Next Door Is A Little Strange... (3)

• Upon opening the forum thread again the next day, it seems the audio clip has been deleted, and the rest of the forum users who weren't there ask what they missed after seeing the previous users' reactions.

• Choosing to ask moderator Shasha about it, Shasha says that the voice clip was deleted by Linglingling themself, around 2 hours after it was posted, and says that the voice clip does exist.

• Back in the forum, Linglingling says that the family next door have been getting weirder and weirder, and they also think that the family is possessed.

• They saw the mother carrying a statue of a god wrapped in red cloth, and she gestured for OP to come over and look, that the statue is her daughter. But the statue is of the Goddess of Mercy, so Linglingling thinks the mother has lost her mind.

• They said they went to sleep early yesterday, but heard the girl at his front door again, hitting the door with her head quite loudly. They'll complain if this continues, and will have to cut off good relations with their neighbour.

• User 淘淘不高兴 ("Taotao bu gaoxing", Taotao is not happy) suggests that because Linglingling opened the door the other night, maybe whatever was in their neighbour's house entered their home. The user suggests Linglingling to check for their own safety.

• Linglingling agrees and says they'll do it this weekend.

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The forum thread ends here for now.

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[jasminethelatebloomer-blog]

Case 1 of the Millennial Complex

She claims she’s crazy

But she has no idea what crazy wears

What crazy says nor

What crazy does

For she has never heard the deafening sound emitted from the loudest silence

Or all the mistrust that resulted in this shyness

And her body has never been riddled with grief from aimlessly wandering remaining ruins

And she has never experienced the crippling effect associated with unrequited blinding desire

For she has only lived but one life

And has never had to set herself on fire

The depth of your ocean is but a murky puddle, can you not see?

And if she were the least bit wise she’d know that crazy claims what crazy does is done with good measure, not insecurity

                                -JasmineTheLateBloomer

[ziyue-kexin-jieyu]

Site Selection (Metaxourgeio)

Metaxourgeio is a transitional neighborhood located on the western edge of central Athens. Once an industrial area known for textile production, it is now in a complex state where urban renewal, cultural intervention, and decay coexist. The name “Metaxourgeio” comes from the Greek word for “silk” (metaxi), referencing its former identity as a silk factory district—though most of the original industrial spaces have long been abandoned.

According to literature, since the 1990s, Metaxourgeio has gradually transformed from a working-class neighborhood into a hub for cultural and creative activities.

Mixed Spatial Typologies • A juxtaposition of industrial buildings, residential houses, vacant properties, graffiti-covered walls, and cultural venues; • Neither a tourist attraction nor a suburban area, but a grey zone embedded within the urban fabric; • Not a “home” in the residential sense, yet a corner of the city repeatedly subject to attempts of “activation” and reimagining.

During its transformation, Metaxourgeio has developed a fragmented and heterogeneous spatial character—abandoned factories, galleries, migrant canteens, and design studios often coexist on the same street. Its ongoing spatial disintegration, social misalignment, and constantly rewritten cultural meanings strongly resonate with our exploration of how the concept and structure of “home” are being deconstructed and reconfigured in contemporary cities.

Reference List：

Alexandri, G. (2014) ‘Reading between the lines: Gentrification tendencies and issues of urban fear in the midst of Athens’ crisis’, Urban Studies, 52(9), pp. 1631–1646. doi: 10.1177/0042098014538680.

Alexandri, G. (2018) ‘Planning gentrification and the “absent” state in Athens’, International Journal of Urban and Regional Research, 42(1), pp. 36–50. doi: 10.1111/1468-2427.12566.

Avdikos, V. (2015) ‘Processes of creation and commodification of local collective symbolic capital: A tale of gentrification from Athens’, City, Culture and Society, 6(4), pp. 117–123. doi: 10.1016/j.ccs.2015.07.003.

Mavratsas, V. (2008) ‘Culture and leisure cluster in the post-industrial city: The case of Metaxourghio in Athens’, The Sustainable City V, 117, pp. 235–245. doi: 10.2495/SC080221.

[ziyue-kexin-jieyu]

Introduction

This project is inspired by a critical reflection on the Ideal Home Show, a century-old exhibition that commercializes domestic ideals by presenting curated, idealized visions of the “perfect home.” What emerges from this spectacle is a vision of “home” designed not for real inhabitants but for market consumption—home as a product rather than a lived experience. It exposes how contemporary notions of domesticity are often constructed from an external, impersonal gaze that favors visual appeal and consumer aspiration over emotional resonance or spatial authenticity.

A key theoretical anchor of our study is Richard Hamilton’s 1956 collage, Just what is it that makes today’s homes so different, so appealing?, a landmark work in the history of Pop Art. Through a surreal assemblage of mass-produced items—ranging from a bodybuilder to canned ham—Hamilton critiques the postwar consumer society’s transformation of the home into a commodified showroom. His work challenges us to consider how everyday environments are shaped by advertising, visual culture, and capitalist desire, reducing “home” to a branded aesthetic space.

By combining the hyper-curated spectacle of the Ideal Home Show with Hamilton’s critical visual language, our project questions what remains of “home” when it is stripped of function, memory, and intimacy. Can it be recovered, not as a whole, but in fragments—reassembled within the city’s overlooked voids and residual spaces?

Ideal Home Show official site: https://www.idealhomeshow.co.uk

Hamilton’s collage (Tate): https://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/hamilton-just-what-is-it-that-makes-todays-homes-so-different-p11358

Concept Summary

If the meaning of “home” can no longer be fully expressed within a physical “house,” can it still exist in the city—through fragments or symbols?

In today’s urban reality, where spatial structures and patterns of life are increasingly compressed, fragmented, and alienated, “home” is no longer the same as a “house.” A house is a physical shell, but a home is a complex carrier of diverse emotional experiences and essential living functions.

From this perspective, we explore how different components of home—such as transitional spaces, spaces of belonging, and functional zones—can be detached from architectural enclosures and reinserted into the gaps and cracks of the urban fabric. The neighborhood itself becomes the container and site where these spatial meanings unfold, creating new forms of experience. The disintegration of “home” does not mean disappearance, but rather a redistribution—home is scattered across every corner of the city.

[ainnez]

Mystery Detective Adventure Case 1 Troubles on the Farm No commentary

[truckreincarnation]

Long Live the King | Chapter 1 | Trial Start

For the last little while, you have been searching for clues as to Francis’ murder. It is a duty that should have never fallen to you. Not a single one of you is trained, and while you do have the minor assistance of a medical professional, Shroud only really told you the cause of death. Figuring out what led up to that is the real challenge. So, for the past two hours or so, you and a group of your fellow Incarnates have been looking around.

But the search comes to an end where to hear the tree rumble to life. “The investigation period is over. Please make your way to the Summoning Circle.”

The Summoning Circle? Are they going to make you do this stupid trial in water up to your ankles? Luckily no. It’s an odd sight, especially for those of you who had been inspecting the Summoning Circle only a few minutes before. Along each of the smaller circles where you first woke, you find a raised desk and chair have been set up. The chairs are tall enough to keep your feet out of the dark and chilly water, and each desk is equipped with a pad of paper, a quill, and an inkwell.

Above the center of the circle floats the illuminating orb from the lounge, cutting through the dark and the fog to illuminate the whole circle of desks. Directly below it, Amber’s puppet body extrudes from the roots, Kali perched on her shoulder.

“Please take your seats. Each one has been labeled accordingly. Please do not leave your seats without permission during the trial,” Amber glumly requests. She seems downtrodden and very uneasy, but is facilitating this trial anyway. 

Arms folded, Kali scowls disapprovingly out at the group of you. “You heard the lady! Move it, and don’t waste your time whining at her!” Seems that Amber’s misery has once again spurred Kali into irascible protectiveness. Though not violence yet, mercifully.

“Please don’t forget,” Amber mutters, just loud enough to be heard. “The majority of you need to correctly identify the killer. Failure to do so, and someone else will have to be executed in their place. Please make your decisions carefully.”

“Also obviously, an attempt at violent escape will mean I have to stop you. I have a job to do and whatnot,” Alvarie grumbles from the front of the area, where she stands with her arms folded. Or is “front” even the right word?

Uneasily, your group files towards your various seats. There’s not much time, and if you fail here, an innocent soul will be taking on the burden of the murderer. Best get it right…

[truckreincarnation]

Long Live the King || Case 1 Body Announcement

On Day 4, Francis performs her role as King of the Food patiently and without bias. No one goes hungry, or at least no one goes unfed. But, the tension always remains. Who will be chosen next? Will it be Perry, who's actually good at cooking? Will it be Nao, who seems like a complete wildcard? Will it be, horror of horrors, Manami?

The question plagues you as Day 5 approaches, but it is ultimately destined to go unanswered.

Right before midnight, at 11:48, Amber's voice echoes through the tree in a mournful announcement. "A body has been discovered. Please make your way to the practice dungeon..."

As ever, vines coax you there if you're unwilling. When you arrive on the scene at the practice dungeon, though, it's a wretched sight.

(Image credit: Sketch by Aster, lines by Spencer, color and shading by Faust)

Illuminated dimly by one of the last torches, Francis Foxe lies on the ground, swords scattered around her in a distressingly large pool of blood. You only need one blade to kill somebody, as you've been unpleasantly reminded of by Kali and by what took place in the swamp... just who went this far overboard?!

Kali is also here, hovering smugly near the entrance. Great, that's the last thing you need. At least she doesn't say anything, just ushers you forward.

Midway between the entrance doors and the body is Harriet, standing in front of Frank with her shoulders tensed. “You’re so full of shit—“ she starts, only to be interrupted by the commotion of the others’ arrival. She turns to the newly gathered group and puts her hands on her hips, her brow furrowed. “About time you guys show up. I got the killer right here.” Harriet jabs a finger at Frank, roughly poking him in the sternum.

“Aah…. AAAAH!” Bian is collapsed on the floor, her scythe thrown haphazardly towards her left. She’s rocking from side to side in a failing attempt at self soothing while dark makeup runs down her cheeks. She seems completely disoriented, and unaware of the current squabble.

Frank is standing near Bian, about to help but is interrupted at Harriet's accusation. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He slaps her hand away and looks to everyone else. "Don't listen to a word she says, it wasn't-" He glances at Francis' body, looking ill. "It wasn't me. Harriet's talking out of her ass."

Finally, squatting beside Francis' body is an individual you've never seen before. They wear a short black cloak and a tall wide-brimmed hat. Unperturbed by the hysterics, they chant something softly while making sweeping hand gestures over the body. A witch of some sort, perhaps?

The figure finally stands, and as they get closer to the light you abruptly notice that every visible body part of theirs appears to be made of wood painted white. They look like a living doll. Based on their puppet-like movements, you're pretty sure they're exactly that. Their features are inexpertly painted in black on their flat wooden face, and the fact that these features are merely pigment does not at all stop them from moving when they open their mouth to speak.

"Evening," the figure announces, in a velvety masculine voice at odds with his roughly-hewn appearance. "I am Shroud, the appointed coroner. My sincerest condolences for your loss tonight. I have completed the autopsy." Shroud withdraws a piece of paper from within his cloak and offers it to the nearest new arrival. "Feel free to peruse the details at your leisure. It is my fervent hope that this information is of use to you." He bows jerkily. "I have also prepared the sacrifice for your investigation. She, and her pool of sorrowfully stagnant lifeblood, will remain exactly as they were found."

Kali chooses this moment to chime in. "All right, heroes-in-training! Paperwork's out of the way. You know what happens next." She points at Francis' body. "You got two hours to look around before trial, starting... NOW! Get to it!"