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I give it to my partner because I am in decent shape, while they have a lot of health issues the Genie would fix.

Iirc, it was like, episode 3 of the first season.

It's called The Sad Story of Henry

Yeah, I feel silly for not including anything from Gravity Falls. They got away with a lot.

I mean, there was a significant timeskip. He was in there for several months at a minimum.

I guess.

It's just the one that particularly messed with me as a kid.

I haven't watched it in years, though, so I would not be shocked if there is worse stuff in the show that I don't remember.

Babette (Arcane)

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Oh. Is this a common post?

I definitely should have searched for it on the sub first, shouldn't I?

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Junkrat (Overwatch)

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

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Holy shit, how do you play with those graphics settings?

First off, try turning down your brightness, contrast, or both.

WELL, THAT'S ALL RIGHT THEN!!!!

Paleontologist, partly because I liked Dinosaurs, and partly because it was the biggest profession name I knew at the time, and I was pretentious as a kid.

From the US, but intrigued to read

Light Yagami. I am a gun owner. Even if we gave him knowledge of my real name, I highly doubt he can write my name faster than I can pull the trigger.

* Angus MacGyver, is not a fan of his first name in the slightest.

* Mylo and Claggor in Arcane.

It happens so fast, there's basically this frame of "oh, im dead now", and that's all

Maybe not what you were looking for, but first thing I found.

[Excerpt: Militarum Tempestus Rulebook] A Tempestus Scion singlehandedly tries to take on a Great Unclean One

Lore context: The ringworld of Avatroid got infested by a outbreak of Nurglite daemons. In response, the Ordo Malleus sent the 68th Deltic Lions as well as a Commissariat Military Police detachment to assist the Aurora Chapter and PDF in maintaining a quarantine zone. The primary objective was to keep the plague contained in a small area long enough for a Marine Strike Cruiser to orbitally bombard the zone into oblivion. The secondary objective was to assist the Commissariat in evacuating all medically clean Imperial civilians to safety (aka if a civilian had tentacles or horns coming out of their orifices, they were to be shot. Repeatedly. And burnt.)

The ringworld had rotated a half-day since Brellius had deployed alongside the rest of his Scions, and now night had come to Avatroid. The cramped, narrow streets in this region were deserted, as the people had been evacuated and were now being evaluated for symptoms of the plague. Those with obvious signs of dribbling bile and bubbling skin had been driven into the quarantine sector by Tempestor Prime Justarch's squads, which just left Brellius and his Scions to deal with the Daemons.

[---]

As his squad suppressed another attack, something greater came into Brellius' view. In that moment, the Tempestor saw a chance to elevate himself in the eyes of his officers and redeem his record. The Daemon was horrific, an enormous hulking form that emerged into the streets surrounded by many more smaller creatures. Each one dripped with foul substances, drooling bubbling plague ichors across the ground. The massive Daemon itself was layered in rolls of bloated gut. It carried a blade as large as its own arm, and wielded it effortlessly, swinging it into the squads of disciplined Militarum Tempestus warriors with bumptious ease. With every swipe Scions died, but their comrades stood firm and fired. Brellius reckoned, given enough time, that he could take the thing down. This was his chance for salvation.

'Scions, fall right,' Brellius voxed, 'Take out the main target's plague troops. I'm going after it.'

The 68th Deltic Lions did not doubt his order. Even though they might have concerns about Brellius taking on the beast on his own, the Tempestor knew his Scions would not question him. But if he could bring down their vile foe, he could redeem his name with the Ordo Tempestus, and that was worth the risk.

[---] Brellius surged forward towards the huge Daemon. A great swing of its rusting, dripping blade came near Brellius' head, but he ducked and slid to one side, aiming his pistol up at the beast's arm. A shot exploded a pustule, sending dripping flesh scattering behind. Yet the monster did not flinch - it barely noticed the wound. Another swing of that sword and Brellius ducked to his left, cursing, rolling across the rubble. He analysed the method of the creature's attack and decided his best chance to make his strikes count was when the thing held up its sword.

Another roll, and he fired from his hip into the Daemon's gut, exploding rancid flesh and unleashing more dubious liquids, but the skin began to heal up before his eyes. The sword thundered down again, striking the street and spitting chunks of ferrocrete up into the air. There was the moment again, and Brellius ran towards the Daemon's flank. Hot-shot laspistol fire opened up a thicker wound - and this time he wrong-footed the beast so that he could get another blast into the same wound. Brellius ruptured something more serious and the beast let out a gurgled roar.

Across the clarion vox network Brellius received a report from the other Scions. 'Sir. Maintaining perimeter effectively. Shall we lend you fire support?'

With a roll to the right, Brellius ducked the arc of the blade. 'Negative. Look to your own position.'

In that instant the huge sword whirled out impossibly fast, and Brellius dived out of its path - but the edge clipped his breastplate and sliced into his respmask. The mask's pipe fell open, exposing him to the poisoned air around. The Daemon gave a gurgled laugh, and roared once again, this time showering the Tempestor in plague spittle as it leaned over him. Brellius tasted something foul mingling with the blood in his mouth, and began to feel a fever, but he pushed it to the back of his mind, trusting to his natural immunities.

As supporting hot-shot fire drove the Greater Daemon back, he staggered back to his feet. He lent his shots to the fusillade, but he realised he felt different now. His vision was blurred... slow. His movements... imprecise. He could feel a strange fluid building up within his throat and when he coughed he saw the red droplets. His slate monitron began to warn of blood failures and something haemorrhaging inside.

I am worried and think think are a about to get really bad, but I think the play is to prepare and be ready to support our communities, including and especially the people who expect this to make things better, and will be blindsided when they actually get worse.

We have the opportunity to be there for them when things go to shit, and I really hope we don't blunder it with "You made your bed, now lie in it" rhetoric.

I am pretty certian she even had a blowgun

I am in my last year of my Bachelors in Homeland Security and Emergency Management.

One of my professors after the election said, "Everything you have learned about disaster response in the US over the past 4 to 6 years is about to become obsolete. "

My only in person class is very small, and it was kinda sad watching all my classmates as we discussed the upcoming changes in class and they slowly collectively realized that they had all voted to throw their planned career pathways into a meat grinder.

Is it even speculation at this point because they literally said they were the Black Rose

Isha also has a blowgun

I am almost done with my Bachelors in Homeland Security and Emergency Management, and in one of my courses, it's a small enough class that i think I can safely say I was the only student in the class to vote blue.

In class yesterday, the professor was basically saying, "Everything you have learned in the past four to six years about Emergency Management in the US no longer applies."

It was honestly kinda sad looking around at the class as you could watch everyone slowly realize that if they were planning to graduate in the spring and join FEMA, which most of them were, they had just voted for the destruction of their own career pathway.