morbid mondays

Just in time for my Monster/Morbid Monday! :)

So I generally don’t care for humanization/gijinka of non-human characters, but I so desperately want to cosplay from Five Nights at Freddy’s, and want to do it with STYLE, bruh. So here’s my spin on it! I doubt people will make the connection. lol

I might not follow the design exactly (and my body type is SOOO not like that), but for the most part it will be like this. Also, this may be the first time I’ll be half exposing my boobs…man, I’m scurred.

telegraph.co.uk
Melting glaciers in northern Italy reveal corpses of WW1 soldiers - Telegraph

In the decades that followed the armistice, the world warmed up and the glaciers began to retreat, revealing the debris of the White War. The material that, beginning in the 1990s, began to flood out of the mountains was remarkably well preserved. It included a love letter, addressed to Maria and never sent, and an ode to a louse, ‘friend of my long days’, scribbled on a page of an Austrian soldier’s diary.

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Italian troops in the trenches, with Captain Berni in the foreground. From the book ‘Il Capitano Sepolto nei Ghiacci’ Photo: © Alpinia, Bormio

The bodies, when they came, were often mummified. The two soldiers interred last September were blond, blue-eyed Austrians aged 17 and 18 years old, who died on the Presena glacier and were buried by their comrades, top-to-toe, in a crevasse. Both had bulletholes in their skulls. One still had a spoon tucked into his puttees — common practice among soldiers who travelled from trench to trench and ate out of communal pots. When Franco Nicolis of the Archaeological Heritage Office in the provincial capital, Trento, saw them, he says, his first thought was for their mothers. ‘They feel contemporary. They come out of the ice just as they went in,’ he says. In all likelihood the soldiers’ mothers never discovered their sons’ fate.

One of the oddities of the White War was that both the Alpini and the Kaiserschützen recruited local men who knew the mountains, which meant that they often knew each other too. Sometimes family loyalties were split. ‘There are many stories of people hearing the voice of a brother or a cousin in the thick of battle,’ Nicolis says.
For both sides the worst enemy was the weather, which killed more men than the fighting. At those altitudes, the temperature could fall to -30C, and the ‘white death’ — death by avalanche — claimed thousands of lives.

Just an excerpt from the  engrossing tale of the White War’s forgotten casualties…