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There are some entities that live on a plane of existence that overlaps with that of Dumeb - the Zhemen Rekka. Their mere proximity brings plagues and disease, and yet they themselves mean no ill will.

The Zhemen Rekka do not interact with living things in familiar ways - what looks like dying to humanity is a burpee for them. Mild, innocent curiosity informs their every decision, and yet from a human's perspective, they seem to rage and kill like blind, violent gods.

The junction of our world and theirs is thus fraught with danger - you can never know if their attempts to interact with you, even in harmless ways, will end in desolation or prosperity. One would thus be well-advised to steer clear of the gods of pestilence. Do not try to toy with nature; just stick to hand-san and masks.

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I am working on some rough mech designs for a comic I wish to write. I'm really trying to break the mould for mech body plans, and would appreciate any ideas.

Context for the Altair: the beta and gamma subunits form chains that are the "limbs" of the central alpha subunit.

These are both mechs manufactured by exorbitantly rich organisations, so size and moderation were thrown out the window.

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I finally finished the Master Grade ASW-G-08 Gundam Barbatos!! I'm super proud of it! Now to find a home for it in my display case :P

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In regard to this. Disco themed panel lining yes or no

Granddaddy died but he's back and c*ntier than ever before 💅

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Granddaddy died but he's back and c*ntier than ever before 💅

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Dennis “Dion” Newmann Written by Lerüth of the Post-THeN

Writer’s Note: The Post-THeN condemns the existence and inhumane practices of sanitariums and mental asylums and has pledged to take all viable legal actions against the establishment and continuation of any such institutes that it finds.

For any readers struggling with ill mental health, please contact the Dumebian Mental Health Helpline at 13DU-9595-1208 or Eoan Mental Health Helpline at 17EC-8767-0504 for professional and confidential support and information on how to access long-term mental health services.

Born in 1900 CE, Dr Rhys Fulwith was nothing short of a one-man renaissance for the treatment of individuals ill mental health. He made full use of the Fulwith fortune that came with his father’s death in 1923 CE (Natrĕlon Death Registry, August 15th, 1923 CE). He made staggering efforts to extract the few morally just workers and sanitariums in Therӓff to establish an effective mental healthcare system that endured billions of years of use and the end of the human race on Dumeb. He was also a pioneer in the philosophy that is still applied to individuals eligible for assisted death services.

Rhys* met Dion once in the last recorded September of Dion’s life, and in Rhys’ diary entry respective of that time, Rhys expressed deep disturbance and sadness at seeing what Dion had done to countless SWDI “clients”**. Rhys’ next visit to the SWDI was to relocate all clients to rehabilitation homes staffed by trained psychologists purposed to help said clients process the trauma of SWDI and to integrate back into society. He proceeded to completely renovate the SWDI facility, with “the key factor of the clients’ wellbeing in mind” (Dr Rhys Fulwith’s 1929-1933 Diary, Entry No.1,467, January 7th). He called the reinstated institution Fulwith’s Hearth. He slowly gained ownership of every sanitarium, mental asylum and mental institute around the globe, and renovated both the buildings and culture that surrounded ill mental health at the time. His mental health organisation in its original form was called The Hearth.

Rhys eventually established the Harbingers of Choice (later the Harbingers of Choice Family as the organisation branched out to colonies on other planetary bodies), a philanthropic organisation purposed to advocate for mental health and equality. However, there was still a necessity in exploring the phenomenon of Aural Scalding. Rhys spent philanthropy grant after grant on building a safe environment for individuals with Aural Scalding to explore what impact contracting Aural Scalding has on an individuals’ mental health alongside the impacts of the social environment around Aural Scalding. Kelenn Brooks, a young physician at the time, worked alongside Rhys from 1956 until Rhys’ untimely death in 1962. Mx. Brooks explored the physical changes that individuals infected with Aural Scalding undergo, which is an area of study that continues within the Post-THeN.

In the 6 years of partnership, Rhys and Mx. Brooks built a committee and framework designed to continue far beyond their lifespans. That much they achieved, and to a great extent - generation upon generation of the committee has evolved into today’s Harbingers of Choice Family, billions of years after the death of the last Dumebian human. This committee has countless confidential records of Aural Scalding typically only available to medical practitioners that serve people with Aural Scalding and the clients themselves. Infected individuals continue to be found at random amongst biological civilisations, Europan Human Europa and Dumeb Colonies included.

Aural Scalding is still known as a chronic, life-changing and sometimes terminal condition that has no known cause.

The SWDI Mental Health Records were legally seized from SWDI in 1932 CE by The Dumebian Harbingers of Choice and digitised in 14 TE by The Europan Colonist Harbingers of Choice.

Overview Written by: 3,000,374,032 TE by:

Lerüth of the Post-THeN

*In Dr Rhys Fulwith’s will, he asks to be referred to as a friend by members and partners of The Harbingers of Choice Family. We the Post-THeN respect his wishes and thank him posthumously for his achievements in life and the millennia of positive change he started.

**The Post-THeN shares ownership of all known diaries and diary entries by Dr Rhys Fulwith with The Harbingers of Choice Family. Some entries include confidential information that requires moderation before being referenced

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Spent almost two hours getting this thing up to scratch. Panel lined, used gundam markers, got rid of large portions of glossy plastic by hand... I'm normal I think

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Overview of the Initial Discovery of Aural Scalding Written by Kerba of the Post-THeN

Writer’s Note: The Post-THeN condemns the existence and inhumane practices of sanitariums and mental asylums and has pledged to take all viable legal actions against the establishment and continuation of any such institutes that it finds.

For any readers struggling with ill mental health, please contact the Dumebian Mental Health Helpline at 13DU-9595-1208 or the Eoan Mental Health Helpline at 17EC-8767-0504 for professional and confidential support and information on how to access long-term mental health services.

From 1913 to 1925 CE, Prof. Dennis “Dion” Newmann, a resident psychologist at Sir William’s Asylum for Disturbed Individuals, recorded deep-running conflict and indecision concerning increased numbers of admitted individuals presenting symptoms of “hallucinations” and “demonic possessions”. He recorded “little evident pattern in its origin, be it geographical, racial, sex-based or religiously grounded. This string of hallucinations and possessions seems almost virulent, though nothing is connecting them to facilitate such transmission-based conditions”.(1914 The “Disturbed Individuals” had but one recurring theme to report according to Dion’s notes - delusions of having been possessed by something vast and godlike in nature.

Dion’s reported point of contention lay in recorded comorbid presentations of abnormally enhanced physique, once “shifting before [his] eyes” (1919, Oct 13th, SWDI Mental Health Records, Vol. 46, Section C-D), tempting him to throw himself in a cell alongside the poor souls held in the institute. He was “questioning [his] faith and [his] conceptualisation of God, for [he] for a moment pondered if [he] were witnessing the transformation of man into demon or angel, whichever of the two it is, [he was] unsure.” (1919, Oct 20th, SWDI Mental Health Records, Vol. 46, Section C-D). His records take on a more emotive, typically frantic, tone from then onward.

Dion’s notes continue in a categorical record of “demonic or angelic possessions” and “hallucinations” for months. During this period, Dion’s notes are indicative of a changed perspective that offered his clients humanity and dignity, but little more. This uncharacteristic shift came with a seemingly deeper understanding of what he observed. He offered his clients validation in realising that his notes were not records of delusions, but an insight into an assumedly paranormal phenomenon that has recurred and has been studied since, coined as “Aural Scalding” by philanthropist Dr Rhys Fulwith* in 1957 CE.

Dion began recording his actions, which included offering his clients “compassion and treatment as human beings” (1920, Jan 5th, SWDI Mental Health Records, Vol. 47, Section C-D). However, Dion’s recorded actions recorded inhumane experimentation and exploitation of his clients, indicating that he saw all others are commodities to expend and exploit. He saw an arcane power within his clients for which he lusted, as evidenced by many of his notes from that period. He “saw a skeletal woman turn into a well-nourished, incredibly strong-seeming demigod on a diet of a loaf of bread per day” (1920, Jan 17th, SWDI Mental Health Records, Vol. 47, Section C-D) and “children being seemingly unbothered and uninjured by voltages that would kill a man”(1924, Dec 28th, SWDI Mental Health Records, Vol. 47, Section C-D), both of which were abhorrent experiments purposed to gauge the benefits of seeking this power for himself.

Dion’s notes from then include field supplements which provide categorical records of the environmental conditions of clients before admission, and notes describing odd rituals, perhaps purposed to grant Dion with Aural Scalding. The years of nearly daily notes seem to indicate a thorough understanding of Aural Scalding's’ nature before their end after November 24th, 1925 CE. There are no known records of Dion beyond the last of his SWDI notes, including any documentation of his disappearance or death.

The SWDI Mental Health Records were legally seized from SWDI in 1932 CE by The Dumebian Harbingers of Choice and digitised in 14 TE by The Europan Colonist Harbingers of Choice.

Overview Written in 3,000,374,032 TE by:

Kerba,

142nd Head of The Post-THeN’s Historical Record Acquisition at OFT-11-C and GGGuild Member in Rhedikhuur Khan, Rhedikhuur, on Dumeb’s surface

*In Dr Rhys Fulwith’s will, he asks to be referred to as a friend by members and partners of The Harbingers of Choice Family. We the Post-THeN respect his wishes and thank him posthumously for his achievements in life and the millennia of positive change for humanity that he started.

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Whilerunn watched on as the final black fingers of humankind were strewn across the sky, trailing behind the last colony fleet. Leaves fell around Whilerunn in its atrium, the trees throwing the earth’s confetti in rejoice of the plagues’ leave at long last. It wished it had a body. One with nerves. It direly wished for the bodily sensation of frolicking. Yet, it set those wishes aside and set to the task of creating creatures who could, someday when the sky’s greys were diminished. It was going to take aeons, but such was the nature of healing an often-reopened wound.

Whilerunn was the lasting product of humanity, a final attempt at fixing the deeply broken landscape. A final wish. Whilerunn did not feel resentment or hate towards the people that invoked its forced manifestation, for they had forsaken their chances of surviving outside of a group of a few thousand to invoke Whilerunn and the now-empty Colossi. Its resentment lay on those who made that sacrifice necessary, those who squandered and plundered the earth’s lifeblood in the name of complacency.

Whilerunn saw petrichor and mist. It looked smooth. It looked cool. It looked clean. It looked pure and refuelling. Whilerunn was tired. “A dance through the mist in the body I don’t have sounds nice…”, it thought. It was merely a reflection of the will of its makers, after all, it’s logical that it shared their dreams.

Enough contemplation. The Colossi shall rise. One by one, Whilerunn took the shedding leaves and placed them aside – the dark leaves of humankind were wilting, and now the light falls upon the scarred clearing. The light filled the colossi, Whilerunn’s prized Channelers, its tools. They were the life of earth in the form of metal and circuitry, bringing nourishment to the pollution-corroded lands. If only the other gods knew the true nature of the Channelers, but alas, Whilerunn is a solitary witness.

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Whilerunn watches lore dump - The Making of a Church of Khuurn

While seeking the Niretahnt is one type of Khuurnite pilgrimage, there are others of equal and even greater renown. One such pilgrimage is the creation of a new church of Khuurn. This honour is offered to teens who have, at a young age, established their devotion and commitment to the death guardian.

A young Khuurnite who takes on this mantle is charged with erecting the church alone, from bare ground and shrubbery to refined place of divine worship over the course of their life. In the last 80 years, this process has changed, meaning the juvenile devotee is supplied with resources like wood and glass. This is because most churches of Khuurn are limited to the city of Rhedikhuur khan. The lack of magicks within its walls means that a Khuurnite on such a pilgrimage can not call forth lighting to make glass or wither a tree with a touch for wood. It didn't used to be the case, and there are those older clergymen who frown upon the practice. The process of making a church also often outlasts the Khuurnite who originally committed themselves to forging a church, meaning that part of their duties is to find and prepare a successor.

The selection of a young devotee for this process is careful and reserved to ensure that the young one will flourish and find joy in devotion as opposed to wilting away in isolation and duty. It is deemed a blasphemy to force a budding worshipper to take on this task and is severely punished. Some 160 years ago, a ritual desecrating the soul of such a heretic, thus damning them to hell (referred to as "tolltohoppen" in Khaymien), was abolished.

The surname of all Khuurnites who devote themselves to the making of a church of Khuurn is "khayahlekh", meaning churchmother. Those who die before completing the structure are given the title "Ahkhen Khayahlekh". It is almost unanimously believed that dying in the name of Khuurn is the greatest form of worship, but never if the death was in vain or deemed dishonourable.

Those who give up on the venture without finding and training a successor are outcasts, sent to the niretahnt to repent or live in the City of Shame, which sprawls itself on the inner edge of the Niretahnt mountain range. It is the assembly point of an expedition to the Niretahnt meant to investigate mysterious disappearances.

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Whilerunn watches lore dump - The Nirentahnt

Despite the abrupt separation from its original position (see: The Great Fall), the traditionalist denizens of Rhedikhuur khaan still feel an acute connection to the Nirentahnt, a series of mountain peaks. The name translates to "starhomes," being the highest points of the country-continent, Rhedikhuur.

They bear significance in the transition to the afterlife and played an important part in the religious aspect of the mourning for Khuurnites (Khuurnites are individuals who worship Khuurn, the god of the sanctity of death in Rhedikhuur). There have been many attempts by war-haunted Khuurnites to reach the Niretahnt and claim their spot amongst the stars. It is unknown if any have been successful, as they do not return.

In recent years, the Post-THeN have sent controversial scout parties to discern if the veteran Khuurnites are dying in their attempts to reach the niretahnt, and only one has returned, named Narran.

Narran is a rare breed in that he is a foreigner who has earned the unanimous trust of the Khuurnites. Narran will be leading a mien expedition to the Niretahnt to once and for all discern the fate of the missing - and assumed dead- Khuurnites.

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Whilerunn watches lore dump - The Ztatekhriijir Academy

While once a religious school of learning devoted to the ancient and long since forgotten god, Ztatekh, the Ztatekhriijir Academy is the only known lasting remnant of Rhedikhuur's rich academic networks after the Great Fall and the coming of the Black Tides.

The Academy was founded with the sole purpose of solving a mystery involving Rhedikhuur Khan: why are Magicks, Arcana, and Divine powers completely inhibited within its walls, and why are there exceptions to this observation? While much progress has been made in this intellectual venture, many tomes and much progress were lost in the two aforementioned disasters, including an especially powerful artifact named the Encyclopaedia Oxymoronica (referred to in Khaymien as: Enkhwolkhon Okhnorokh).

The entire country-continent of Rhedikhuur was razed by the Black Tides. The Ztatekhriijir Academy now acts as one of the last standing Mien educational institutions, meaning that near to none of the lost knowledge and scientific progress has been recouped.

Today, there is a rich diversity of interdisciplinary innovation boosted by the Post-THeN staffed by not only Miens, but Ilrodin, Shifters, Satyrs and a host of other nature-bound entities seeking respite from the harsh wild magicks of their homes.

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A beautiful day of running. The sun. The smells. The grass. The trees. And Master, wonderful Master, I love playing tug-of-war with Master! My legs hurt a bit, though. I jump and I run and I tell Master to throw the ball and I’ll run after it, even if I get tired really quick now. Ooooh, look, there’s the ball! I’ll race Macie for it! She got it first, I’ll get it from her! … … I can’t keep up, I’m so tired, Master…

*Thud* --//[Making final checks. Preparing for CIAI.]//-- *Thud*

Phleren. On the other side of the world, Phleren. The city of the Post-THeN. A place of nature and innovation and technology that offers me hope that the apocalypse hasn’t taken everything from us. I know I won’t live, really I’ll just be working ceaselessly. I know I will see the last generations of the families of all of my friends die out before my eyes. I know I will outlast everything that is familiar to me. I know that I will never be able to appreciate the scent of rain or mist or eucalyptus or dirt or salty sea sand again.

At the same time, I have this sense of wholeness and contentment growing in me - I’ll lose my people, but my land will blossom. I no longer need to worry that the old bluegum I drew under as a kid is gonna get cut down. I can watch that family of possums living in the great big red mahogany play without risking being run over. I must watch downfall, but I also get to watch growth. I think that’s kinda neat.

*Thud* --//[CIAI initialised. Phylactery lowering.]//-- *Thud*

Seventy-five days. The doctors told me to live, not just survive. I’m sad about it. I’m actually sad about it. That… almost makes me happy, or at least content. There were months and weeks and days where I was just… nothing. When I just… didn’t feel. I wasn’t feeling anything. I was a husk. I’m not a husk now. I’m not a husk for once in my life. I feel like shit, but it’s something. It’s not that black place. It’s something.

*THUD* --//[CIAI successful. Phylactery intact. Raising phylactery.]//-- *THUD*

These were the painful, wonderful, sad, cathartic, happy, beautiful moments Herulan was torn from. One of an old, well-loved dog playing with its master. One of a person saying goodbye to humanity, but greeting nature. A person whose life had been infested by depression finally seeing emotion at the very end of their life. Herulan fixates on these tragic, amazing moments, and amplifies them in all their aspects. Herulan sees horrible, spectacular life and sees beauty above all else. It’s Herulan’s most precious possession.

Herulan also sees the heretics, the heathens of life, and thus the removal of those profane, depraved, hopeful scientists is Herulan’s most personal oath. It saw an abomination and five fake-gods gawking as they stood around the repulsive homunculus. It saw a threat to the beautiful, painful, wonderful, sad lives it fought so bitterly to protect.

And then Herulan created its own painful, wonderful, sad, cathartic, beautiful moment for the researchers whose lives had been stolen by a regimental, oppressive government. They had not been living, only working and being left starved of emotional needs and trying in vain to make a creation that should not exist. And then their work was over. And then the researchers were over, too.

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Eldritch abominations are meant to be beyond human combination and whatnot, and the whole horror of it all is comprehending something you fundamentally *shouldn't* have, right? So who's to say humans aren't beyond human comprehension? The countless millions of cells, the strings of DNA that stretch between planetary bodies in combined length, the infinite electrons passing to and fro as life careens through the motions of its great waltz... surely we ourselves are beyond human comprehension.

Maybe what makes cthulu or what have you so "overwhelmingly vast" is that we as humans are able to comprehend them in ways we can't even appreciate in ourselves. Maybe we as humans can't appreciate our own overbearing magnitude all at once and weren't made to. Maybe we are as horrifically twisted and immense to the ancient gods of myth as they are to us. Perhaps even they can not comprehend their own vastness, and in a very similar vein to us, would be left fundamentally changed and horrified should they see themselves fully.

This is the premise of a moderately relevant deity in my homebrew dnd setting, Knerrik, god of knowledge. It manifests simply as a bare-naked, typical person matching the species of the observer. The catch is, when you observe it, you observe it in its entirety.

Every synapse firing, every molecule of ATP being made and unmade, every protein coiling in on itself, assaulting the observer's mind all at once. Even a deer passing by it would witness a terrifying rush of muscles contracting, energy being exchanged, and metabolites breaking down. And yet at the same time, that deer has simply seen itself. It was just another deer, nothing more.

Deers were not meant to comprehend themselves in their colossal entirety, and nor were we.

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