Supers Image game

[Duke Bushido]

On 12/6/2023 at 5:15 AM, Quackhell said:

 good to see this thread active again after being dormant for a time.

 

Agreed!   I have always loved this thread and one other as the best part of these boards but they are both extremely streaky: when they come back, they are  full-bore and full of energy and fun, than they go away for months at a time....

 

It's great that it'a back.   

 

On 12/6/2023 at 9:59 AM, death tribble said:

Which is why I tried to kick it into action again

 

Ans thank you for doing that!

 

 

 

On 12/6/2023 at 11:17 AM, wcw43921 said:

Thank You, Quackhell.  Let's see what everyone makes of this heroic figure--

 

 

I'll get to it; it takes me longer than ever having to do it via phone.  But I'll get there!

 

 

 

On 5/15/2020 at 10:45 PM, wcw43921 said:

It may not be a real entry, but it is still worthy of scorn.  And thus--I'm going to scowl at you.

 

 

 

Too easy!

 

That's Wallace Shawn!  I'd recognize him anywhere.  I can almost _feel_ his voice chewing it's way through my auditory and optic nerves as we speak!  Looks like this one was taken on his forty-fifth birthday, if I am not mistaken.

 

Super powers are easy, though:  Sonic Powers.  His voice can melt steel, shatter any crystaline structure, and soften or even melt plastics.  A full-power scream can blind you briefly.

 

The only known defense is playing a re2corsing of Gilbert Gottfried, which sets up a counter-resonance in an algebra-defying "negative times a negative equals zero" kind of thing.

 

 

 

Now on the whole "quality of images" thing--

 

Dudes, this image is one of my favorites, and I am pretty sure that it was meant to be a joke!

 

On 1/15/2020 at 6:58 PM, Duke Bushido said:

 

 

 

It isn't-

 

And this is for everybody-

 

It isnt about how conventional or unconventional the image is (it was a strange swimsuit cheesecake image that got me started playing instead of spectating, if anyone remembers.

 

It is about the challenge of doing something _with_ the image!  Just like that photo of Wallace Shawn up above:  I gave him superpowers!  Anyone who has never heard him speak might think I was just making it all up, but still:  I did something with the image.

 

Fact is, no image in this thread is perfect:  the ones that don't look like superheroes or supervillains... Well, they dont look like supers, and it's a ramp up in difficulty.  The ones that _do_ look like supers are so damnably generic (most of the time; not always) that it is hard to get a start: nothing leaps out to pick at (at what point did superhero looks become more about style than saying something about the character?  They might as well be wearing ski-suits with over-sized boots and gauntlets) and gives that initial inspiration.

 

So _none_ of these images, historically (except for that skeleton in jeans Tribble put up and some vaguely bug-looking dude someone else put up a while back) have been great images, but to me, that's kind of the _point_.  Who is he?  What can you do with her?  Who are these guys?

 

At the end of the day, unlike fantasy character art or aliens or spaceships, Googling for superhero images is going to return several hundred pages of well-know, well-loved copyrighted characters who are useless for this game.  Finding images isn't easy.

 

Somewhere there is a balance of "I finally found one" and "I think I can work with that" that makes this game work, that makes it fun!

 

If we are going to bash on the images or rage quit over a lack of responses, the game,disappears again, and no one gets to enjoy it.  The fact is, though, that not every image is going to inspire every player.  I think I have only ever done what?  Four?

 

Let's see....  The flagsuit barbie in dinoland, the mini Rich posted, one I put up myself (the guy with the sweatervest and belly and towel cape) and it seems one other, but I can't at the moment recall what it was-

 

It's the nature of inspiration.  Sometimes even what spoke to you yesterday will never speak to you again.  Sometimes it's the other way around.  Always, though, images are hard to find.

 

For what it's worth, I appreciate all of them- both for the time it took, and for the fact that someone thought it might work for someone else.

 

And finally:

 

I take _all_ my "entries" (quoted not to minimise them, but because I only play for fun) seriously: even a tongue-in-cheek suggestion is meant as a very real suggestion: some characters are just more light-hearted than others; that does not devalue the character or the effort that went into creating it.

 

I'm not going to rage quit, though.  I am going to assume that I missed out on a very strange blood sugar crisis with multiple participants and that everyone will get their gripes  and grunts sorted and go back to having some fun _because that's why we come here_.

 

Right?

 

 

 

Edited December 14, 2023 by Duke Bushido

[Quackhell]

Sorry. Here it is.

 

 

 

Edited December 20, 2023 by Quackhell

[Duke Bushido]

Whdya mean, "never mind?"

 

I was looking forward to seeing a new image when I came home this evening.....

 

 

 

[death tribble]

It was a picture of a person maybe wearing a bird like helmet and giving a sonic scream. Real life had intervened and I have not been able to formulate an idea yet. The thread was dormant for over a year so give us a chance it is a busy time of the year

 

Thank you Quackhell for restoring the image.

Hmm Bird like helmet. A scream or electricity surrounding the figure. And a radio like thing on their chest.

It shouts out for something silly.

Edited December 20, 2023 by death tribble

[death tribble]

On 12/18/2023 at 4:07 PM, Quackhell said:

Winter Wail

 

This supervillain is used as an assassin by organised crime in Canada and the Northern United States as the cry is supposedly reminiscent of the Common Loon. They do not want to kill but the receiver they wear on their chest and attachments in the helmet force their compliance. It is not known whether this is a man or woman as they look fairly androgynous. But the cry can be deadly. Winter Wail has to look at the target to use the killing cry which is enforced by a signal to the receiver or to the helmet. Certainly if the receiver of the helmet can be impaired then the cry cannot be used. Although Winter Wail can still kill using martial arts or by using a quasi beak attack on the helmet. They are always accompanied by a pair of gangsters to make sure they do the job probably. They are usually called FREAK by those accompanying them which ended badly when they turned around and attacked them once control was broken.

 

Not as funny as I intended but I think it fits.

[Duke Bushido]

UThanks, Tribble; it's back up.

 

Alas, I am very pressed for time, but to get things rolling:

 

Sandy Mitchel had the worst luck ever.  "Let's go skiing!"  He said.  "It'll be fun!" He said.  "You're from the northern US, right?  You know how to ski, right?"

 

"Yes, and _heck yes!" She lied.  Shw and Tony had only been dating for six weeks, but she wasnt going to turn down an opportunity to spend a weeked at one of those swanky ski resorts, no, Sir!

 

She had really believed Tony just wanted to get away, with her, for the weekend.  She figured she wouldn't have too much trouble talking him into meals, enjoying that lounge with that massive fireplace, watching the snow, and heading back to their room for... "A while."

 

Who'd'a thought the big lug actually wanted to _ski_?!

 

So here she was, he'll and fone from the main trail, ankle-deep in a crevice.  That sounded better than it actually was, what with her being upside down and all.

 

"Crevice" wasn't accurate at all.  She wasn't sure where she was in relation to the trail: as soon as ahe went over the side and saw the forest racing toward her, she instinctively wrapped her arms around her head.  She remembered screaming "pizza! Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!" Over amd over again, but for the life of her, she couldn't figure out why. 

 

She looked up-  err, _down_.  Down, just a little bit above her.  Hey; that's probably why she couldn't remember what yelling 'pizza!' was supposed to do.  That... That was a lot of blood.  There was a small puddle of it; like being ankle-deep in snow, it didn't sound bad on the outset, not until one got around to wondering how much more had soaked into the snow below.  

 

She was keenly aware of the wet warm,sensation at the her left arm, her lower right leg, and most worrisomely, the back of her head.  There were lumps in the snow, ahe noticed.  She had no idea what that meant,  but it did cause her to wonder several worrisome things about her head wound.

 

She was becoming dizzy and nauseous- more, she hoped, from being upside down for who knows how long than from blood loss.  She spent a considerable amount of time tryng to decide if she was okay with dying like this or if she felt she should add some sort of struggle to her last few minutes of life.

 

Finally, human nature decided for her.  She was cold.  Too cold.  She wasn't going to die that way; it was too miserable.  Besides, there was light in this small... Crevice?  Cave?  Ravine?  This place.  Lot's of rocks; lots of snow, but pretty decent light.  There was probably a way- maybe even several ways- out of here.  Just her luck to be stuck in the only tight spot.

 

She began to try to pull herself free of the snow and earth that wedged her in place, just a few feet from the snow below her. She felt the agony of her broken bones and stopped struggling.  "Screw it" she thought.  "I'll die cold."

 

But her luck held.  No sooner had she stopped wiggling and twisting than a bit of the soil that held her broke free and dropped defiantly to the ground beneath her.  "Well screw you, too!"  she yelled to the fist-sized lump of loam.  

 

Then a second bit broke free and dropped.  She stared at them in anger.  After a few droos of her precious blood had begun to paint them, her anger exploded. "Well?  What are you waiting for?  You'e free!"  She waited for a response.  When it became clear that none was coming, she yelled again. "Run, you cowards!  Go on; get out of here!  I don't need you!  We don't need you!  Go!!"  Then there was a hard blow to the back of her head, so sharp as send her senses into a nauseating spin, then a soft 'plompf' hit the snow below her.  A fist-sized stone stared at her.   She glared hatefuly at it.  "Couldn't just _leave_, could you?  Couldn't just roll on out of here without tacking a crack at me, could you?!  Well we I don't need you, either!  Take your friends and go, you _traitor_!"

 

Then a pebble fell.

 

Then another.

 

Then anither and another and another and in sexonds there was a small avalanche of gravel and loose soil ans she felt,her body shift slightly_

 

"No!  Not all of you!  You can't _all_ love him more!  You can't just _leave_ me-"

 

Then the cascade became deafening as stone and soil and even snow showered around her and suddenly she was _pushed_ forcefully down to the blood-soaked cavern floor by the weight of the mass around her collapsing.  Ahe caught sight of what looked like an entire tree falling toward her.  "Hunh." she thought with bemusement.  "It really does happen in slow motion."  She watched as the massive, half-rotten old tree chased her downward, slowly rotating-

 

Then there was a microscopic instant of pain beyond all imagination.  Then there was nothing at all.

 

 

_Activated_.  

 

_Prepare for possible intrusion; source unknown._

 

_Affirmative.  Security measures_?

 

_Biological_.

 

_Xenoid_?

 

_Unclear_.

 

_Anticipated_?

 

_Kahree seeding party approximately six-thousand cunahr overdue._

 

_Request verification_

 

_Nine Kahree seeders attempted to introduce lab-designed biologicals into the environment for the purpose of improving local stock.  This party disembarked approximately six thousand cuhnar ago.  This part has not returned_.

 

_Verify time statement_.

 

_Cannot comply_.

 

_Reason_?

 

_Geological upheaval five-point-one-six cuhnar ago partially buried this one.  Minor damage to this one's structure, but many memory crystals were taken offline.  Status unknown.  Drone repairs inneffective in recovering lost function.  Second geological upheaval four-point-nine cuhnar ago.  Additional functions lost, including many control centers for maintenance drones.  Primary function intact:  await and assist Kahree.  Defend self from invasion by local biologicals.  Maintenance drones prevent loss of self due to corrosive and other hazardous local conditions.  Little other function remains: primary maintenance is focused on those devices for maintaining Kahree crew_.

 

_Confirm location and identification beacons of Kahree crew_.

 

_Cannot comply_.

 

_Reason_?

 

_identification beacons ceased broadcasting five-point-nine-nine-seven-four cuhnar ago.  Note that said beacons had not moved for several desci prior to cessation of beacons.

 

_Confirm Kahree life span_.

 

_Medical subroutines report average Kahree life span of one-hundred-did try-two desci, or point zero zero zero zero zero zero zero zero zero four cuhnar_.

 

_Anticipated invasion is Kahree seeding party_?

 

_Unknown.  Be advised that boarding party may be Kahree seeding party_.

 

_Affirmative.  Known hostile xenobiologicals_?

 

_Exterminate and sterilize_.

 

_Nature of potential invaders_?

 

_Uncertain.  Initial testing of biological samples excreted by subject prior to entry demonstrate Kahree DNA_.

 

_Seeding party has returned_?

 

_Potentially_.

 

 

Computers and robots lack a certain something that allows them to remain optimistic in spite of some cut and dried facts.

 

_Location of intruder_?

 

_Airlock Seven.  This one granted access on the basis of Kahree DNA.  Damage to that portion of self prevent further examination.  Security drone 171 activated to assess and dispatch appropriate action_.

 

_Affirmative.  Online.  Proceeding to airlock seven_.

 

A four-foot tall cylinder of gleaming metal rose on four spider legs and clicked its way down an unlit corridor.  _Security deployed_.

 

_Medical drones as available await orders_.

 

_Deploy medical drones for assessment_.

 

_Drones deployed.  Additional security drones being brought online_.

 

_Size of intruder's party_?

 

_One.  Potentially disabled_.

 

_Deploy reinforcement security drones_.

 

_Deployed_.

 

 

 

"There is a waiting room" Sandy thought with wry amusement.  Even death had a schedule.  She thought Back to the agony of dragging herself through the crevice for who knows how far or how long.  She'd have just given up if it hadn't been for that weird dog.  She had begun to realize that she had been crawling steadily downward; the edges of the crevice now seemed miles above her-  though that could be delirium, too.  Either was, she wasn't getting up those walls.  Even in good health, she wasn't particularly athletic.  Why should she be?!  She was attractive, financially-secure, and reasonably intelligent.  She never had any problems finding someone to lift a box or fetch her car in the rain.  She had absolutely no reason to lift cows or climb rocks in her spare time!  "Well," she thought, "at least I outran those damned rocks!  Serves them right!"  As a bonus, she realized the bleeding had stopped.  Tentative probing with the fingers on her good hand suggested the blood had frozen into a sort of bandage.  That was fine; at least it didn't hurt anymore.

 

Then there was light in the distance- a square of reddish-orange light had slid into existence ahead of her, and something had crept out.  Purposefully, it began to trot towards her.  As it neared, she managed to work out that it was roughly dog-sized.  Eh. Maybe she just decided it was dog-sized.  It was-  okay, maybe she just decided it was dog-shaped, and it probably didn't matter how many legs it had, since nobody _really_ knew how many legs a dog had anyway.  So it was just a wierd plastic-and-metal dog.   

 

It had used it dog's and-like pincer mandible to sieze her by the scruff of her coat and a couple of it's doggy tentacles to wrap around and support her head and injured limbs.  She was grateful for her constant cycle of blacking out; she was certain it was saving her some pain.  She was becoming frustrated by the repeated cycling into consciousness, though.  Pain, delirium, waves of nausea.  

 

The wierd dog sat her down here, in this antiseptic waiting room.  The walls were... Warm.  Hard, metallic, but warm.  The red-orange light glowed from the ceiling as a whole, giving the illusion of having no source at all.  For just a moment, she was under a warm red-orange sun, sunning herself in her metalic back yard.  Then she remembered the walls and she was back in this clerkless waiting room.  The warmth was bringing back more pain, and scratching an itchy scalp proved that her head-  oh my god!  What was that in her hand?!  

 

A door slid open in a featureless wall.  She blinked at the wingless angel that clicked and skittered into the room and stopped just out or reach.  She stared at it.  It remained motionless.  It made no sound.  Then there was the faintest mechanical whirr and it shrieked.  It made a blood-curdling, horrific screeching noise that tore through her peceptions and threatened to jelly her eyes.  She attempted to cover her head, to curl into a ball, but there were too many things broken and battered in her body.  All she could do was gasp and sob for the eternity the not-an-angel shrieked at her.

 

'Hell.'  She thought.  'One stupid skiing trip and I did and go to Hell.  Why couldn't this happen at work?  During one of those stupid department meetings?  Or budget analysis?  And where's my dog?  Does he have to go, too?  He was a good dog!  He tried to save me.  'Course, he _did_ drag me to the waiting room for Hell..'

 

"Hey!" She yelled to what she now understood the be a demon.  "Take that damned dog!  This was hus idea!"

 

_Dispatch medical immediately_.

 

_Contact has been made_?

 

_Affirmative.  Records in transit for review_.

 

_Security programming sufficient for declaring medical emergency_?

 

_Intruder is non-symmetrical.  Known asymmetrical Kahree_?

 

_This one has no awareness of such.  No symmetry_?

 

_No bilateral symmetry.  No trilateral symmetry.  No quadrilateral symmetry.  No pentilateral symmetry--_

 

_Sufficient.  No known beings exhibit symmetry beyond pentilateral_.

 

_Kahree symmetry_?

 

_Bilateral.  Subject confirmed Kahree_?

 

_Unable to assess.  Medical assessment required_.

 

_Dispatch medical_?

 

_Dispatch medical_.

 

_Urgency_?

 

_Immediate.  Unable to achieve contact.  Subject appears to have lost capacity for speech; no repsonse to request for identification.  Considering asymmetry, physical damage to biological is possible_.

 

_Deformity_?

 

_Unknown.  Secretions have increased.  Estimation of volume of biological suggests this rate of secretion is unsustainable_.

 

_Explanation_?

 

_Biological was questioned extensively_.

 

_Ascertained_?

 

_Reference initial inability to achieve communication_.

 

_Done.  Medical has been dispatched_.

 

Two smaller openings appeared in another wall.  Two disk-shaped machines floated into the airlock.

 

'More demons?' Sandy thought as she observed the floating objects.  The circled her before pausing briefly.  One of them split slightly, then seemed to her thicker-  some sort of instant growth spurt that doubled its thickness.  Coils unwound from around it and begun to float and probe the air.  The second one twisted at the midsection, then shrieked and screamed at her as the first monster had done.  She screamed to, but in blind terror; she had no idea what else to do.

 

The first disk was reaching for her thirty tentacles, maybe more.  Lights played from some, sounds from others.  A few more begun to lightly touch and probe here and there, eliciting fresh screams where some parts were more tender, and others were in absolute agony-  some parts were in so much pain that she didnt even notice the handful of with tenticles that were peircing her flesh here and there, probing deeper into her.

 

_Analysis_?

 

_Specify_?

 

_Is the intruder Kahree_?

 

_Kahree DNA has been detected_.

 

_Intruder is Kahree_?

 

_Many components of DNA differ from known Kahree parameters_.

 

_Subject contains Kahree DNA_.

 

_Subject is biological experiment from seeding party_?

 

_Cannot determine.  Insufficient information on file regarding seed project biological specimens_.

 

_Subject has Kahree DNA_.

 

_Confirmed.  Continue with examination_?

 

_Confirmed.  Treat as Kahree.  Ascertain nature of biological.  Determine threat_.

 

_Cannot comply_.

 

_Reason_?

 

_Subject appears to be unable to hear.  Subject makes no attempt to communicate_.

 

_Reason_?

 

_Extensive damage to cranium; brain exposed.  Additional extensive damage to body.  Brain damage expected.  Fluid loss appears critical.  Probability is subject will cease_.

 

_Subject known to contain Kahree DNA.  Do not allow cessation.  Treat as Kahree_.

 

_Priority_?

 

_Total_.

 

_Affirmative_.

 

Another demon entered- squat and round like the first one, but on wheels- well, balls of a sort.  Several limbs extended outward from it and stabbed into Sandy's body.  The pain was biblical, but stopped almost instantaneously-- the two tenticles stabbing into her brain may have had a lot to do with that.

 

As the machine trundled closer, she could see some sort of twisted gremlin on its surface- a grotesquely straight from a horror movie.  It wasn't until she saw one of the floating disk demons move in behind it that she realized she was seeing her reflection.  A remote part of her subconsciousness objectively noted that most of her face seemed to be missing.  She had a bried moment to try to remember where she had left it before the large demon- the first one- moved closer, reaching for her with limbs that sprang from its cylindrical body.  Then even her abysmal luck felt guilty for what it had done, and she died.

 

 

 

_Status_?

 

_Biological subject continues_.

 

_Status of current host body_?

 

_Transplant contraindicated.  Subject is or is descended from Kahree hybridization experiment.  Outcomes known for Kahree irrelevant.  No known outcomes for hybridized species_.

 

_Extent of intervention_?

 

_Fluid loss of primary concern.  New integumentary system synthesized and bonded to fascia.  Fascia deemed insufficient for both bonding and servicing integument and for protecting vital systems of subject.  New fascia tissues synthesized and bonded to subject.  Non-Kahree DNA subroutines rewritten to support and maintain both fascia and integument.  Both synthetic tissues will be nurtured and replicated by subject biological without undue stress on existing systems.

 

Number of limbs uncertain; skeletal and circulatory analysis suggests bilateral symmetry to be the norm for this subject; that norm has been restored.

 

Subject presented with numerous elements of skeletal and ligaments support structure shattered or otherwise damaged, suggesting insufficient adaptation for local conditions.  Damaged skeletal, ligamental, and muscular elements repaired.  Improved musculature DNA has been encoded; ligaments will regrow stronger and more securely attached to skeletal components.  Synthetic skeletal compounds and lattice work have been infused with existing structure; DNA encoding to allow continued repair and production of these elements is ongoing; expected to be completed before maintenance cycle.  Production of circulatory fluid and immune-responsive circulatory components briefly impaired.  As original biological cells complete their functioning cycles and are replaced with new synthetics, this impairment will diminish.  Strongly positive outcome expected.

 

Circulatory system repaired; improved fascia and integument negates need for improvement in this system.  

 

Of high concern is the loss of flesh, bone, and neurological tissue due to extensive damage to the cranium.  One of a pair of light-sensing organs was lost and replaced with an improved vat-grown biological designed by modifying DNA found in the surviving mated organ.  This study required destruction of the surviving organ; it, too, was replaced.  Design alterarions included adjustments for light conditions presymed prevalent in native environment, as ascertained by studying the area in which the subject was found.

 

The sensory cluster of olfactory receptors deemed too exposed for temperature and atmospheric conditions found in native environment.  No data for this hybrid is available.  Self-healing was deemed logical, though DNA shiws that subject requires a nasal lattice work that will not reconstruct before all telemeres are split, causing subject to cease.  DNA altered to effect accelerated healing process and telemere replication.  Telemere replication only partially successful, but facial lattice work and superstructure should heal well within the duration of subject's existence.

 

Of greater concern was loss of neurological tissue  from within the shattered cranium.  Likely owing to Kahree DNA, subject is incapable of regrowing or repairing neurological tissue.  Cloning and synthesizing results poor.  Multiple problems were solved with cybernetic treatment.  Mental capacity is greater than estimates for the original; communication is now possi la.  Subject's hearing was far too mis-tuned to interpret speech on proper frequencies; subject's vocalization apparatus far too weak to create proper speech.  Both have been modified through the chips implanted into the neural network to replace lost brain function.  Subjects current hearing and speaking ranges determined to be potential survival traits in native environment, and left intact.  Safest solution was extending range cybernetically.  Rapid healing for Brain tissue not possible, even with DNA encoding.  The nature of the cranium's natural development not conducive to safe rapid healing beyond small increments.

 

A cranial protection device has been developed which will interface with neural chips when worn and allow for both interpretation and broadcasting of speech as well as replacing most native sonic abilities known to be Kahree, at least until subject is able to heal its natural abilities.  Helmet will also in stages accelerate healing of and effectively protect the cranium until it has healed.

 

All reflexes test normal; subject responds to all stimuli within tolerable ranges while wearing protective communication helmet_.

 

_Considerable resources and effort expended for local,biological_?

 

_"Treat as Kahree"_.

 

_"Treat as Kahree."  Subject retains Kahree DNA_?

 

_Less than upon discovery.  Considerable DNA rewritten to slow continuance of subject_.

 

_Subject is not Kahree_?

 

_Subject is less than one-hundred percent Kahree_.

 

_Subject will continue without assistance_?

 

_Subject is not Kahree_.

 

_Eject subject_.

 

_Subject will be ejected_.

 

 

 

The hikers found her, wandering the woods naked, clutching a ball of shredded and bloody clothing and wearing some sort of owl-faced helmet.  They attempted to hail her, to see if she was okay, and were knocked unconscious by a piercing scream that tore at their nervous system and a hard physical blow that launched them back several feet.

 

The naked woman ran toward them, screeching over and over, and upon reaching their unconscious bodies, fled into the woods.

 

She was sighted twice more that summer, but it wasn't until the middle of winter- peak tourist season- that sightings began to pour in, and a concentrated effort to find 'the screech owl witch' was taken in earnest.

 

Eventually she was found, naked and somehow impervious to the cold, sleeping on the same bloody and shredded clothes she was seen carrying.  Probably for the best.  She couldn't sleep in the helmet; it kinked her neck, but she knew she was supposed to wear it.

 

She was identified by the ID in her wallet (though none of it mentioned those crazy big eyes!) and eventually dental records and blood samples as Sandy Mitchell, the woman who had disappeared a year ago and for whom a three week manhunt  had been undertaken.  This woman, though--  she had some....  Problems...

 

She had massive gaps in her memory, and it was some time before her motor skills were one hundred percent (though they just kept getting better and better even after that).  She had cognitive deficits that were two years getting over-  it is worth noting that while her therapists were working on ways for her to cope with them, they actually just _went away_, without explanation. Except for the nightmares and the wild bits of stories she would share with her therapists, of course.  Even they werent really clear, but she was never going to forget them.

 

In just a couple  of years, she was better than normal, amd the doctors and therapists stopped scheduling appointments.  

 

Then the bills started coming.  She had no job skills- she had absolutely no recollection of her job at all, and no permanent home.  As she was deemed,'cured,' even the charity that was putting her up began to hint that it was time for her to move on and let someone with more need take her place.

 

Well, it was pretty obvious that her life was going to go nowhere if she couldnt get some money, and she had no idea how to do that.

 

'That's okay,' she thought to herself while reaching for her helmet. 'Sandy Mitchell doesn't know how to survive here, but Screech does....'

 

 

 

[Quackhell]

That is a pressed for time entry? Wow. 🙂👏

[Duke Bushido]

Eh.

 

Had to go into a week of exile for medical and legal reasons (without meds, I tend to be more violent than I actually want to be), so I touched it up here and there.

 

Oicked,up meds late yesterday, and already I have moved from "that guy needs stabbing" down to "that guy needs a blow to the neck!"

 

Small steps, Sir,

 

Small steps.