The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around—and Lazlo Strange, war orphan and junior librarian, has always feared that his dream chose poorly. Since he was five years old he’s been obsessed with the mythic lost city of Weep, but it would take someone bolder than he to cross half the world in search of it. Then a stunning opportunity presents itself, in the person of a hero called the Godslayer and a band of legendary warriors, and he has to seize his chance or lose his dream forever.
What happened in Weep two hundred years ago to cut it off from the rest of the world? What exactly did the Godslayer slay that went by the name of god? And what is the mysterious problem he now seeks help in solving?
The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it, no paper notices plastered on lampposts and billboards. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within these nocturnal black-and-white striped tents awaits an utterly unique, a feast for the senses, where one can get lost in a maze of clouds, meander through a lush garden made of ice, stare in wonderment as the tattooed contortionist folds herself into a small glass box, and become deliciously tipsy from the scents of caramel and cinnamon that waft through the air.
The Second Civil War was fought over reproductive rights. The chilling resolution: Life is inviolable from the moment of conception until age thirteen. Between the ages of thirteen and eighteen, however, parents can have their child “unwound,” whereby all of the child’s organs are transplanted into different donors, so life doesn’t technically end. Connor is too difficult for his parents to control. Risa, a ward of the state, is not enough to be kept alive. And Lev is a tithe, a child conceived and raised to be unwound. Together, they may have a chance to escape and to survive.
Sixteen-year-old Cinder is considered a technological mistake by most of society and a burden by her stepmother. Being cyborg does have its benefits, though: Cinder’s brain interference has given her an uncanny ability to fix things (robots, hovers, her own malfunctioning parts), making her the best mechanic in New Beijing. This reputation brings Prince Kai himself to her weekly market booth, needing her to repair a broken android before the annual ball. He jokingly calls it “a matter of national security,” but Cinder suspects it’s more serious than he’s letting on.
Kate Harker and August Flynn are the heirs to a divided city—a city where the violence has begun to breed actual monsters. All Kate wants is to be as ruthless as her father, who lets the monsters roam free and makes the humans pay for his protection. All August wants is to be human, as good-hearted as his own father, to play a bigger role in protecting the innocent—but he’s one of the monsters. One who can steal a soul with a simple strain of music. When the chance arises to keep an eye on Kate, who’s just been kicked out of her sixth boarding school and returned home, August jumps at it. But Kate discovers August’s secret, and after a failed assassination attempt the pair must flee for their lives.
Children can have a cruel, absolute sense of justice. Children can kill a monster and feel quite proud of themselves. A girl can look at her brother and believe they’re destined to be a knight and a bard who battle evil. She can believe she’s found the thing she’s been made for.
Hazel lives with her brother, Ben, in the strange town of Fairfold where humans and fae exist side by side. At the center of it all, there is a glass coffin in the woods. It rests right on the ground and in it sleeps a boy with horns on his head and ears as pointed as knives. Hazel and Ben were both in love with him as children. The boy has slept there for generations, never waking.
The Reds are commoners, ruled by a Silver elite in possession of god-like superpowers. And to Mare Barrow, a seventeen-year-old Red girl from the poverty-stricken Stilts, it seems like nothing will ever change. That is, until she finds herself working in the Silver Palace. Here, surrounded by the people she hates the most, Mare discovers that, despite her red blood, she possesses a deadly power of her own. One that threatens to destroy the balance of power.
In a dark and dusty shop, a devil’s supply of human teeth grows dangerously low. And in the tangled lanes of Prague, a young art student is about to be caught up in a brutal otherworldly war.
Meet Karou. She fills her sketchbooks with monsters that may or may not be real, she’s prone to disappearing on mysterious “errands”, she speaks many languages - not all of them human - and her bright blue hair actually grows out of her head that color. Who is she? That is the question that haunts her, and she’s about to find out.
The year is 2575, and two rival megacorporations are at war over a planet that’s little more than an ice-covered speck at the edge of the universe. Too bad nobody thought to warn the people living on it. With enemy fire raining down on them, Kady and Ezra—who are barely even talking to each other—are forced to fight their way onto an evacuating fleet, with an enemy warship in hot pursuit.
BRIEFING NOTE: Told through a fascinating dossier of hacked documents—including emails, schematics, military files, IMs, medical reports, interviews, and more
What was once the western United States is now home to the Republic, a nation perpetually at war with its neighbors. Born into an elite family in one of the Republic’s wealthiest districts, fifteen-year-old June is a prodigy being groomed for success in the Republic’s highest military circles. Born into the slums, fifteen-year-old Day is the country’s most wanted criminal. But his motives may not be as malicious as they seem.
From very different worlds, June and Day have no reason to cross paths—until the day June’s brother, Metias, is murdered and Day becomes the prime suspect. Caught in the ultimate game of cat and mouse, Day is in a race for his family’s survival, while June seeks to avenge Metias’s death. But in a shocking turn of events, the two uncover the truth of what has really brought them together, and the sinister lengths their country will go to keep its secrets.
It’s been six weeks since angels of the apocalypse descended to demolish the modern world. Street gangs rule the day while fear and superstition rule the night. When warrior angels fly away with a helpless little girl, her seventeen-year-old sister Penryn will do anything to get her back.
Anything, including making a deal with an enemy angel.
Scarlett Dragna has never left the tiny island where she and her sister, Tella, live with their powerful, and cruel, father. Now Scarlett’s father has arranged a marriage for her, and Scarlett thinks her dreams of seeing Caraval—the faraway, once-a-year performance where the audience participates in the show—are over.
But this year, Scarlett’s long-dreamt-of invitation finally arrives. With the help of a mysterious sailor, Tella whisks Scarlett away to the show. Only, as soon as they arrive, Tella is kidnapped by Caraval’s mastermind organizer, Legend. It turns out that this season’s Caraval revolves around Tella, and whoever finds her first is the winner.
Laia is a slave. Elias is a soldier. Neither is free.
Under the Martial Empire, defiance is met with death. Those who do not vow their blood and bodies to the Emperor risk the execution of their loved ones and the destruction of all they hold dear. It is in this brutal world, inspired by ancient Rome, that Laia lives with her grandparents and older brother. The family ekes out an existence in the Empire’s impoverished backstreets. They do not challenge the Empire. They’ve seen what happens to those who do.
When Ruby woke up on her tenth birthday, something about her had changed. Something frightening enough to make her parents lock her in the garage and call the police. Something that got her sent to Thurmond, a brutal government “rehabilitation camp.” She might have survived the mysterious disease that had killed most of America’s children, but she and the others emerged with something far worse: frightening abilities they could not control.
In a land ruled by a murderous boy-king, each dawn brings heartache to a new family. Khalid, the eighteen-year-old Caliph of Khorasan, is a monster. Each night he takes a new bride only to have a silk cord wrapped around her throat come morning. When sixteen-year-old Shahrzad’s dearest friend falls victim to Khalid, Shahrzad vows vengeance and volunteers to be his next bride. Shahrzad is determined not only to stay alive, but to end the caliph’s reign of terror once and for all.
Well, to be fair, medics can sometimes have weapons for self defense. They need to be able to defend themselves if they’re targeted. But they aren’t supposed to be seen as combatants, is the thing. You can read about it all here, but the short answer is that the Geneva Conventions tries to protect medics. Combat medics are hard to come by: their training takes ages and not everyone has the capacity to be a medic. It’s not just a matter of intelligence, but it requires you to endure traumatizing environments where multiple people may have organs and limbs severely damaged, not to mention the iron will to plunge into an ongoing firefight to treat a casualty at the risk of your own life.
Now, anyone who’s ever played WoW, DOTA, LoL, Overwatch, or literally any other team game knows that in a battle, you take out the healer/support first. That’s just good tactics. But if everyone did that, war would be even more deadly and destructive than it already is, and war would become less about who had the best tactics and more about who’s the best at killing the medics.
So for the benefit of all combatants, we decided medics should be considered neutral parties. As long as they’re just tending to the wounded and aren’t actively harming the enemy, medics on either side aren’t supposed to be harmed, though sometimes they are because stray bullets and inaccurate artillery are a thing. And because some enemies we’re fighting (like in the Middle East currently) don’t adhere to the GC and do what they want.
But the moment a medic picks up a weapon and starts firing, they’re fair game, and most units would say that their medics are too valuable to risk just to have one more person on a weapon unless it was absolutely necessary.
“U.S. nurses walk along a beach in Normandy, France on July 4, 1944, after they had waded through the surf from their landing craft. They are on their way to field hospitals to care for the wounded allied soldiers.”
A Redditor writes this
creepy tale about using the internet before Google. The user was
following the online trail of a site he or she found. Then he or she
found a document made just for the user, making it known that the
Redditor was not alone. “We see you,” the message wrote.
The whole story goes that the user came upon a random page of what
seemed to be “random thoughts from different people.” So the Redditor
decided to press further. Looking through the source, compiling the IP
addresses of all the comments, this user was trying to figure out what
connected the people on this site.
Then, something creepy happened:
I finally came upon a web server with a huge directory of
HTML files and TIFF images, with a few smaller sub directories
containing the same. nslookup returned no reverse records for the IP. A
VisualRoute traced it as far as Colorado. The HTML files appeared to be
records a psychologist or similar mental health professional would keep.
The images were of faxes, apparently of both military and medical
As I browsed from a sub directory back to the parent, at
the top of was a new HTML file named something like
“1-.HELLO-THERE.html”. The time stamp was from right that minute. I
opened it, and in plain text was the message “we see you”. No quotes,
all lower-case. About 15 seconds later the server dropped.
[BREAKING + Constant Update] BIG BANG's T.O.P Found Unconscious - Suspected Overdose
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I created a Tumblr specifically for humans are weird/space orcs. This is my contribution: Combat Medics.
As a veteran combat medic myself the concept looking back seems kind of outrageous. In the early period of their existence combat medics were military noncombatants. But in recent years we have been fighting enemies who will kill or attack anyone sporting a red cross. So the military has changed its tactics and mixed their medics in to the rest of the unit by arming them and taking away their red crosses. This effectively made us healers who can, and will shoot the enemy.
I wonder how aliens, who have a treaty similar to the Geneva Convention would take this…
Captain Drex'la , Commander of the Rentu, a Frigate class pirate hunting ship, had received orders from Galactic Command to dock and rotate out some of his crew. When he arrived at space dock he received notice of a last minute change and he was receiving two Terrans. This set the commander’s beak on edge. He had heard of the ferocity and ingenuity of human non-combat officers, but he was also aware that most humans will disregard rank structure if it does not suit them.
After some consideration he decided to speak with them individually after they came aboard to see if they were worth keeping. He received their service and personal records and reviewed them briefly and became confused immediately by one. With this he called in petty officer Davis.
Davis arrived promptly to the captain’s office and snapped a sharp salute, “You wished to see me sir?”
Drex'la’s neck quills shuttered as the universal translator transformed his words into a series of grunts, chirps, and clicks he could understand. The sound always seemed so artificial to him though, lacking any inflection. “At ease. I believe there was a mistake in your assignment here petty officer.”
The petty officer dropped his salute and cocked his head slightly, as if he may have heard the captain wrong, “I don’t understand sir.”
At this the captain’s quills rattled, the universal translator must have translated improperly. He pondered his next words carefully before responding, “I started reviewing your service record,” the captain held up his pad and pointing at the petty officer’s picture on the screen. “It says your service in the Earth navy was as a ‘medic’ with your marines. We have no need for additional medical staff on this ship.”
Once the translator finished it’s job Davis’s eyes narrowed slightly and the edges of his mouth curled into the faintest “smile”. The captain realized that even subdued, a smile was unsettling. “Sir,” Davis responded, “I am here to serve with the boarding party, not in the infirmary.”
This made Drex'la almost drop the pad, “But you are a medical professional. We are out hunting pirates, they do not follow the Rel'tésh Accords. They will not hesitate to shoot you or take you hostage. You have no place on the front line.” The captain was beginning to think this human had not understood his orders coming on board.
However the human gave a “nod” and responded, “I am aware sir, and I am a not going in unarmed. I am a veteran combat medic who is trained to fight and provide aid to the injured. I was assigned to you to serve as a marine first and medic second.”
The captain does shakily set down the pad now. “You being a combatant breaks the Rel'tésh Accords.” His tone elevating in pitch and the air sacks under his quills began to inflate in anger.“ I will not have you breaking the laws of my people!”
To this Davis simply responded. “I am not a medic attacking an enemy, I am a combatant who can give aid. There is the critical difference sir. The Galactic Command seems to agree.”
After a very long pause the commander clicked his beak in exasperation. The human had not stepped out of line or directly challenged his command in any way and yet he had the captain 'over a barrel’ as the humans say it. “What special equipment will you need?” The captain finally spoke.
“I will get with the ship’s doctor and review the crews basic anatomy and medical needs. Then I will modify my load out to be of the best aid to the most crew members with the least amount of equipment. Think of it as a stopgap between the doctor and the front line.”
With this the captain handed him a pad and dismissed him and as the petty officer turned for the door and left the captain felt very tired by what had transpired.
Fast forward half an earth cycle and the petty officer is now commonly referred to as “Doc” by most of the crew. The captain has put him in for 4 commendations and the captain is not sure he will always have a “medic” on his ship after this.
Hi there! I'm hoping to write a story about a woman combat medic, and have multiple questions. I know this is a combat position, and women were only recently accepted to those, so where would she most likely be stationed? Would she spend more time in battles or in hospitals? Are combat medics (68Ws?) more likely to develop PTSD? What are more common positions for women? How easy is it for combat medics, once they leave the military, to become EMTs? Are there any common misconceptions? Thanks!
I always want to provide the best answers here that I can, so I’m thrilled to announce the first guest post of @ginger-wuv, a fantastic female medic who’s graciously agreed to tackle this ask. This is some grade A stuff, so I hope you all enjoy and give Doc Rain some kudos if you like it! -Kingsley
Developed by the British medical research Council between 1940 and 1942 to equip frontline troops, issued in April of 1942. 1mm manganese steel - equivalent to a Brodie helmet, 1,6kg, three parts, covered in canvas. Protects from .38/200 rounds at 5m, from .45ACP rounds from a Thompson submachinegun at 90m and from .303 British rounds at 640m. Although the initial order for this armor was originally of 500000 units, only 200000 were made and 72000 issued due in part to the materials being used in priority to manufacture helmets, and because there were found, “although well padded, [that they] tended to cut into the soft-skin areas of the body
causing chafing, with the result that violent and rapid movements were
significantly impaired. Moreover, it causes a man to perspire so
profusely that his powers of endurance were affected.”
- Simon Dunstan,
Flak Jackets 20th Century Military Body Armour. Their use although perhaps not as efficient as intended still gave soldiers a boost of confidence when part of the first line of assault, and the armor was used in majority by airborne forces of the RAF. This all took place in parallel with the private development of the Wilkinson M1 Flak jacket that was issued in 1943.
The issue of head trauma and brain injury has been in the spotlight a lot lately, especially when it comes to sports and athletic injury, as well as auto accidents, job accidents, and of course, soldiers returning home from war. Perhaps one recently recognized case of traumatic brain injury in history is Manfred von Richthofen, also known as the “Red Baron”. One of the greatest combat fighter pilots of all time, the German ace helped form the foundation of aerial dogfighting. He wasn’t the most skilled pilot, but he utilized tactics which made him the most dangerous airman of World War I, earning him 80 kills, making him the highest scoring and most decorated pilot of the war. Richthofen’s incredible success was mostly due to his strict adherence to a set rules governing dogfighting called the “Boelcke Dictums”, written by German flying ace Oswald Boelcke. Today the Boelcke Dictums are holy gospel among fighter pilots, still taught to trainees in air forces around the world.
On July 6th, 1917, Richthofen suffered a gunshot wound to the head, damaging the frontal lobe of his brain. Amazingly, the wound didn’t kill him, and he was able to land in friendly territory. He had to undergo several operations to remove bone fragments from his damaged brain, and was temporarily blinded and paralyzed. Amazingly, Richthofen made a quick comeback, spending only three months convalescing and healing, attempting to return to active duty in August but finally returning to the air on October 23rd.
Richthofen wasn’t the same after his head injury, and modern medical professionals have looked over his case and determined that he could have suffered from a serious traumatic brain injury. He become disinhibited and compulsive, often making snap judgments and irrational decisions. He also had less control over his emotions, becoming moody and depressed. In his journals, his writing became more simplistic, disorganized, and nonsensical. In the air, he became more and more reckless, taking more dangerous risks and ignoring the Boelcke Dictums which he had rigidly adhered to before. It is was quite clear that Richthofen was suffering from head trauma (and perhaps battle fatigue) resulting in decreased cognitive ability. It is a good possibility that the Bloody Red Baron had lost his edge due to his injury.
On April 21st, 1918 Richthofen broke formation with his squadron to chase an Allied plane. Flying mere hundreds of feet above the ground, Richthofen pursued the fighter deep into enemy territory, totally oblivious of enemy fighters diving on his six and a mass of anti aircraft fire rising from the ground. Neurologists call this “target fixation”, a habit common among those suffering brain injuries where a person will fixate on a particular object or thing while losing awareness of his or her surroundings. Richthofen sustained a mortal gunshot wound to the chest, going down and crashing. He was buried with honors by British forces. Today, most medical and military experts agree that the Red Baron would have never been allowed to fly again in any modern air force.