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She-Hulk: Verdant Vanguard by Jade Gretz

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She-Hulk: Gamma Gavel by Jade Gretz

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She-Hulk: Gamma Glamour

Marrowglass

By the time Jennifer Walters reached the funeral home, the city had already decided to lie about the dead.

The wake was being held in a chapel that smelled of lilies, varnish, and old rain. The coffin sat beneath a chandelier dimmed to a respectful bruise. Two dozen mourners in black leaned over their programs and whispered into gloves. No one cried. The silence had the polished quality of something paid for.

Jennifer stood at the back in a charcoal suit, glasses on, hair pinned with deliberate care. She had come as a lawyer, which meant her face wore reason, and as She-Hulk, which meant her body held back a storm with the courtesy of a locked jaw. She had been following the city’s crime syndicates for three months, and each time she tugged at one thread, another would glide away in the dark with a smile.

At the front of the chapel, the corpse of Tomas Vale had a silver coin placed on each eyelid.

Jennifer frowned. She knew that coin.

A voice at her elbow said, “You recognize the family jewelry?”

She turned. It was the Black Cat, all lacquered mischief and midnight confidence, a black veil hung from a hat that ought to have looked ridiculous and somehow did not. She smiled as if funerals were invitations and crimes were refreshments.

“I recognize a ritual,” Jennifer said. “I do not recognize why you invited yourself.”

“Because,” Felicia Hardy replied, “when a city starts burying its secrets with silver, somebody stylish has to notice.”

Before Jennifer could answer, a broad shadow slid from behind a marble pillar. Luke Cage’s expression was carved from patience and streetlight. Beside him, Daredevil stood still as a held breath, head tilted slightly, listening to the room like it might confess. Jessica Jones arrived last, leather jacket open, expression suggesting she had already met every bad idea in town and disliked them equally.

Jennifer exhaled once. “So this is a team.”

Luke gave a small shrug. “You got a better word?”

“Interference,” Jessica said.

Daredevil’s face tightened. “Someone in this room is lying hard enough to taste.”

Felicia’s grin sharpened. “That narrows it down to everyone with expensive shoes.”

A mournful note sounded from the chapel organ. No organist sat there. The keys moved by themselves, one slow chord at a time, as if the building were remembering music rather than playing it.

The widow at the front began to sob.

Then she stopped.

Her mouth stayed open, but no sound came out. Her eyes rolled white. She gripped the coffin as if trying to hold herself in place. Jennifer was moving before anyone else understood. She crossed the aisle in three strides, but the widow had already sagged to her knees, fingers scraping the wood.

“Back,” Jennifer said.

Too late. From beneath the woman’s veil, a thin black tendril rose like a wet ribbon and disappeared into the coffin’s keyhole.

Luke lunged. Daredevil ripped the lid open. The corpse of Tomas Vale had not decayed in the expected way. The chest cavity was packed with pale flowers, each petal veined with something that pulsed darkly, like blood learning a new language. The silver coins on his eyes had melted into his skin.

Jessica swore softly. “That is disgusting on at least four levels.”

Felicia leaned over the coffin and murmured, “And yet, weirdly floral.”

The widow let out a single keening cry and collapsed. Jennifer caught her before her skull struck the floor.

Then the chapel doors slammed shut.

Every candle in the room extinguished at once.

Darkness dropped over them with the weight of a lid.

From the back pews came the sound of wet, synchronized breathing.

Jennifer changed first. Her skin flushed emerald; her frame expanded, bones and muscle rewriting themselves with a sound like a page torn too slowly. The suit burst and remade itself around power. She-Hulk rose in the dark, her eyes bright with rage and alarm.

“Stay behind me,” she said.

Jessica laughed once, humorless. “That’s a lovely thing to hear in a locked room full of nightmare traffic.”

A voice answered from the darkness, smooth as oiled silk. “You are all behind schedule.”

Lanterns flared. Their light revealed no men in the pews, only mannequins dressed as mourners, heads turned toward the coffin. Each had a real human mouth stitched into its face, the lips …(more at https://www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

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She-Hulk: Green Titan by Jade Gretz

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She-Hulk: Jade Juggernaut ANIMATION

Gamma's Lure

She-Hulk vaulted across the rain-slicked rooftops of Metropolis, her emerald skin glistening under the fractured neon haze. The city pulsed with an unnatural rhythm tonight, a low thrum that vibrated through her bones like the echo of a distant scream. Sirens wailed in discordant harmony, but it was the silence between them that clawed at her nerves—the kind of quiet that swallowed secrets whole.

Jennifer Walters—Jade Giantess to the tabloids, legal eagle by day—had felt the gamma flare first in her office, a prickling heat behind her eyes as case files blurred into green-tinged nightmares. Now, leaping from spire to spire, she tracked the source: a derelict observatory on the city's edge, its dome cracked open like a skull exhumed from forgotten earth.

The air thickened as she descended, carrying a metallic tang laced with something sweeter, almost floral. Gamma radiation, amplified, weaponized. Her senses sharpened; she could taste the mutation on the wind, a bitter alchemy promising power and ruin.

Inside the observatory, shadows twisted unnaturally, coiling like living ink. Holographic displays flickered with spectral data—waveforms spiking into jagged infinities. And there, at the heart of it, stood Dr. Elias Voss, his silhouette sharp against the glow of a bubbling vat. Tall, impeccably suited despite the chaos, his silver hair swept back like a raven's wing. He turned, lips curving into a smile that held no warmth, only the precision of a scalpel.

"Jennifer," he purred, voice smooth as aged whiskey. "Or should I say, the verdant vision? You've always had a knack for crashing my parties uninvited."

She-Hulk landed with a thud that shattered floor tiles, her seven-foot frame filling the doorway. "Elias. Still playing with test tubes? I thought your grant ran dry years ago."

He chuckled, a sound like dry leaves skittering over glass. "Grants are for the timid. This—" he gestured to the vat, where a viscous emerald serum swirled, birthing tendrils of light—"is evolution's next breath. Gamma amplification. Not just power, Jennifer. Symphony."

She stepped closer, muscles coiling beneath her luminous skin. The air hummed against her, seductive, pulling at her own gamma core. "Symphony? Your little experiment just turned half the docks into a freak show. Crab-men scuttling from the sewers, eyes like boiling pearls. Explain, before I turn this lab into modern art."

Voss's eyes gleamed, tracing her form with unabashed admiration. "Beautiful, isn't it? The serum doesn't create monsters—it unveils them. It amplifies what's buried in the soul. The dockworkers? Harboring resentments deep as the bay. Now they claw free, glorious in their truth. And you… my muse. Your gamma is the key. Pure, untainted."

Seduction laced his words, a velvet trap. She remembered their brief entanglement years back—late nights in labs, debates turning to whispers. He'd always seen her as more than muscle: a goddess forged in fallout.

"Flattery's cheap, Elias. Those 'glorious truths' are ripping through civilians. I saw a mother twist into something with too many mouths, begging for her child even as fangs sprouted." Her voice hardened, but a traitorous warmth stirred within, his gaze igniting old sparks.

He circled her slowly, hands clasped behind his back. "Terror is the great revealer, Jennifer. The city slumbers under illusions of civility. My serum wakes them. Imagine: no more hypocrites, no more frailty. Power for the worthy." He paused inches away, breath warm on her neck. "Join me. Your blood could perfect it. We'd be unstoppable—you, radiant; me, your architect."

She-Hulk's laugh boomed, echoing off the dome. "Romantic pitch, Doc. But I'm not auditioning for your apocalypse duo. Shut it down, or I'll shut it for you."

Before Voss could retort, the ground shuddered. From the shadows erupted the first wave—gamma-spawn. Not mindless brutes, but horrors sculpted from psyche's abyss. A banker from the financial district lunged, his body elongated into a serpentine coil of ledgers and teeth, whispering stock ticker curses. "Market crash… eternal dividend…"

She smashed it aside with a casual swipe, green fist pulping its form into evaporating mist. But more poured in—nightmarish amalgamations. A teacher with wings of chalkboard shards, screeching equations that burned the air. A barista morphed into a steam-belching arachnid, lattes foaming from venomous spin …(more at https://www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

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She-Hulk: Jade Justice by Jade Gretz

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She-Hulk: Gamma Grace ANIMATION

Viridian Nightfall

The city never meant to go missing. It was patient, like a wound that learned etiquette — swelling in private before anyone noticed. Jennifer Walters knew the city well enough to name its polite parts: the municipal teeth of downtown, the slow ligament of the river, the neighborhoods that pretended not to be neighborhoods at all. She thought she knew its dark chambers too. She had been in courtrooms and fistfights, in laboratories and apartments that smelled of burnt coffee and better intentions. She had been both counsel and consequence. Still, whatever had begun to devour people in the blighted blocks beyond the skyline felt like a secret the city kept even from itself.

The first body—if you could call something that wasn't found but felt, wasn't corpse but absence—arrived as a rumor in a bar where the neon forgot to be kind. A server with an old scar and the composure of someone who'd never been fooled said, "They took the musician by the river. His saxophone's in the alley like it left without him." The second came as a frantic message from a friend: tiny shoes, gone; a janitor's son, gone. The third was a plea from a woman whose husband had been swallowed while coming home from work, his briefcase still on the stoop. Each disappearance was a punctuation mark the city couldn't parse.

Jennifer answered the summons in her own way. She walked through the city in a suit that promised normalcy and carried in her head a file of questions like a sharp-edged talisman. If the problem could be litigated, she would litigate it. If it must be beaten, she could become large enough to be decisive. But on this night she allowed neither courtroom nor fist to dictate the first move. She listened.

Bodies leave traces, even when they are more spirit than matter. She felt the residuals as a lawyer feels precedent—like a set of repeated mistakes. Each vanished person had been seen in the week before their absence near a building no one mentioned in polite conversation: an old textile factory repurposed into anonymous studios and worse, soaked in mildew and memory. The locals called it the Loom. Its brick face was pockmarked with graffiti that resembled prayers and threats written in the same hand.

She stood opposite the Loom under a wet sky and watched the bricks swallow the light. It did not exhale its secrets. Instead it hummed, a low, indifferent vibration almost like a radio between stations. Jennifer stepped forward and felt a pressure at the base of her skull, a tickle of something ancient and patient. She did not immediately Hulk out; that would have announced her presence, and some things worked only in the dark.

Inside, the Loom breathed different air. The scent was of fabric, rust, and something like lemon peel — falsely domestic. The corridors were a spiderweb of shadows and threads, and the threads seemed to move when she wasn't looking. She felt watched, as if stitches had eyes. A whisper followed her: a rumor of silk sliding against itself, of footsteps that didn't match the number of bodies in the rooms. She paused, and a soft voice said, "You found the seams."

Jennifer turned. The figure at the end of the corridor wore a coat of emerald silk, tailored to defy logic. The coat fit a woman whose face was too composed for the room; high cheekbones clipped like knives, hair the color of oil at twilight. Her eyes were the same green as the coat, but deeper, slower — like the pause before a heartbeat. She smiled without humor.

"You're a long way from the courthouse," the woman said.

"You're a long way from a business meeting," Jennifer replied. "Who are you?"

"Names cost too much," the woman said. "But I will trade you a hint. I am—" She let the end of the sentence fall like a thread cut. "—someone who repairs what the city tears."

There was a charm to her voice, not the kind used for seduction alone but the kind that made other words softer, more malleable. Jennifer felt it a half-second later, an electric suggestion: trust, confide, be small. She steadied herself. "People are disappearing. I'm here to stop it."

The woman's face folded into what passed for amusement. "Perhaps you are here to be changed."

"You work here. What goes on in the Loom?"

The woman gestured, and the building answered. Lights flickered in a syncopated rhythm, fabrics shivered like men in a rainstorm, and the air rippled as if heat had been applied to its surface. "We weave wh …(more at https://www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

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Testing Begins...

So I’ve finally got the app to a point where were can begin to test what actually constitutes “concentration”. As mentioned before there appears to be a correlation with increased concentration and increased power in the high frequency EEG bands.

To test this theory with the current EEG setup I created an experimental set-up with 8 participants. 

Step 1 involved getting the participant to relax while wearing the headset. Baseline EEG was then recorded for 1 min. They were then asked to watch a video on youtube where they had to pay attention https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9aUseqgCiY

The data was collected and the relative power of each powerband was analysed using a paired Student t-test. the data showed a significant increase in the gamma power bands when the participants were concentrating. 

Therefore at the moment I will use the change in lowGamma power as the indicator of concentration. I will investigate what threshold will work best to provide a good user experience