#Phosgenation

[yourfavsasdragondescriptions]

Real world Aubrey from Omori?

Okey dokey

This dragon appears to be a juvenile of its species, as its wings (which are rounded like those of a sparrow and with white wing membranes that have goldenrod stripes) don't appear to be fully developed and it seems like it hasn't finished shedding its scales in favor of its adult molt. Most of its scales appear to be a lustrous pink color, especially around the head and neck, but closer inspection of shed scales reveal that the true color of the scales is actually dark brown, and the pink was actually just painted on. Its eyes are an electric blue color, and a teal ribbon is wrapped around its horns, which are similar to the horns of an ibex. Its waist, back legs and tail are covered in dark blue scales that seem to not be painted over, and at the end of its tail is an outgrowth of scales that can best be described as a mixture of an ankylosaur's tail club and a stegosaur's thagomizer. While the more outwardly scales on this appendage resemble the nails used for construction, this is only a coincidence.

Its breath weapon is a billowing cloud of phosgene that is released at such a high concentration that it can contaminate an entire city should it be released for long enough.

[hungrymilliek]

Turns out the sixth one just smells like wet hay again.

Yeah this is my wet hay perfume. this one’s my wet forest soil one, but then this other one is just plain wet soil. This one’s rotten citrus wet soil. That’s my fresh tennis ball one. Ohh and that one is supposed to represent the horrors of war lol

[pact-weapon]

phosgene

tobacconist

bootblack

adamic

recrudesce

northman

hypertext

dea

sacrificial

highball

turncoat

tubular

remington

chinaman

mahabharata

hashish

vizier

bassline

burma

guerrilla

thane

oubliette

codename

tonic

beltway

cataract

venetian

nosferatu

dossier

deacon

hostage

colonel

snipe

sphinx

surrealist

valet

simulacra

[squidsinashirt]

seriously, what does the layabout playboy useless billionaire do all day? can’t imagine it’s much other than social media and flashing money.

Wouldn’t usually do this and sorry Sandra and Supreme Overlord Tracy in advance but I’m outta patience and a little busy.

That’s been my morning anon, saving a crew and trying to stop some nice illegal phosphine and phosgene burning and taking out the nearest coastal seaside town and doing any more damage, how’s yours been?

@scramjettracy @starman-john-tracy’s gonna phone you in a bit, I’m gonna need our favourite GDF crew for this, but it’s not good. ten pints of ice cream not good.

Doing nothing, obviously. What else could there be to do?

[hypertonickriz]

It's A Poison Expert! He specializes in using toxic weapons on the battlefield, he plays the role of support to disorient and weaken enemies. Theoretically, he is not capable of killing, but if the character is under the influence of chemicals for a long time, he can get the status of "Poisoning", which will soon kill him if he does not receive help from a Medic.

The nebulizer on his back releases tear gas, and in his bag he stores various capsules with a unique composition in each, for example, Concentrated Sulfuric acid, Sarin, Phosgene, Prussic acid, and so on.

[transhuman-priestess]

“there has never been a mad max wasteland of rot and nothingness where everyone is trying to kill each other”

clearly you’ve never heard of trench warfare

I’m sorry, I was unaware that society was based around trench warfare. I forgot that cities were replaced by trenches and religions formed around worshiping railroad guns. I didn’t know that phosgene was fired off at high school graduations.

You get 0/10 for reading comprehension. See me after class.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for cooking meth with my former chemistry student, killing two people, and lying to my family about it?

I (50M) was recently diagnosed with inoperable, likely fatal lung cancer. I work at a highschool as a chemistry teacher, but both the pay and the students are terrible. Case in point, my "lab partner" (24M) - who we'll call "Cap'n" because of course he'd insist on a stupid nickname like that - not only completely flunked my class, but then went on to skip college entirely and become a meth-addicted drug dealer instead.

Understandably, I was a little shaken after receiving my diagnosis. It came as a surprise since I've never smoked, I keep myself in relatively fair health, etc. (Recently my wife has taken to vegan bacon- apparently it helps lower cholesterol, but I digress.) I haven't told my family about the situation yet; I'm still trying to figure out how to "let the cat out of the bag", not to mention I doubt my wife will take it very well.

As for deciding to try cooking methamphetamine, well. I'm not really sure how to explain it, exactly, but there's a lot of money in it, money that would benefit my family, and I don't have much to lose anymore. This may sound cliche, but it's as though I'm really awake for the first time in my life.

Cap'n and I formed a partnership by circumstance only; I found out he was in "the business" and offered to either turn him into the DEA or work with me, and he naturally took the second option. He had no idea what he was doing on the chemistry side of things - chili powder in the meth! applying heat to an Erlenmeyer flask! no wonder I flunked him, he clearly learned nothing in my class - but does know the trade.

(Note: Don't buy all of your supplies from the same store.)

Sorry, I'm getting too far into the weeds here, let me skip ahead. We purchased a trailer and drove out to somewhere in the middle of the desert to cook without added attention or need for dramatic cleanup if we had to leave the area in a hurry. Our first batch was, according to Cap'n, "pure glass." After all of that complaining, I had cooked the finest product he'd ever seen on the first try! Goes to show paying attention in school does pay off, ahem. In case any of you were reading this and thinking of skipping off to go and make highly illegal substances and risk years in prison instead of doing your homework. You all still have your entire lives ahead of you. I don't.

After making it, the next logical course of action was to sell. Cap'n said he had some connections - I mean, he is a drug dealer, I saw no reason not to trust him (I now see how little sense that makes.) - and came back with two men with guns pointed at both of us. You must understand, it was a kill or be killed situation. These are the kind of people who don't care about morals, or what's right or ethical or kind. If they'd lived... not just me, but my wife, my son, and my entire family would all be in serious, mortal danger. I had no choice.

Cap'n by this point had been knocked out cold- still alive, but entirely unhelpful with the situation at hand. I was on my own. So I offered to show the goons how I made the "glass", surely they wanted to see how it was done? And they did- I still can't believe that actually worked. But, ah, instead of actually cooking anything, I gave them... let's call it a chemistry lesson. When significant heat is applied to red phosphorus - a key ingredient in Cap'n and I's "extracurricular science project" - it oxidizes. Your result is phosgene gas, highly deadly, hence the "killing two people." One... technically isn't dead yet- somehow he managed to survive, I still don't fully understand how, but I'm... I'm working on it. Cap'n still has yet to get rid of the first body, so... technically I'm not failing to withhold my share of the cleanup, since he hasn't done so with his.

I realize now this is very long, but I wanted to explain the context for my actions. However, a tl;dr for those who might be in a hurry: I was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, so with nothing else to lose decided to try to make some money for my family by cooking and selling methamphetamine. Coincidentally, a former student of mine was also in the business, and I convinced him to work with me. When we tried to put our product on the market, two people tried to kill us, so I acted in self-defense.

But I really, really must know... is what I did wrong? Should I have been content to live the rest of however-long-I-have-left working a miserable job as a public high school chemistry teacher instead? Should I have found a less fatal way of dealing with the two men who tried to kill me and my partner? AITA?

P.S. It's pretty late as I'm typing this so I might've made some errors in coherency or grammar, for which I apologize.

[scotianostra]

May 2nd 1860 saw the birth of physiologist John Scott Haldane in Edinburgh.

Haldane has been described as a versatile genius who solved several problems of great practical significance. His work on high altitude physiology, diving physiology, oxygen therapy, and carbon monoxide poisoning led to a sea change in clinical medicine and improved safety and reduced mortality and morbidity in many high risk situations.

John Haldane attended Edinburgh Academy, Edinburgh University and the Friedrich Schiller University of Jena. He graduated in medicine from Edinburgh University Medical School in 1884. In 1906, Haldane, discovered that the respiratory reflex was triggered by an excess of carbon dioxide in the blood, rather than a lack of oxygen. He went on to experiment on himself breathing several toxic gases to find out more about them, the main discovery was that carbon monoxide was the cause of deaths in the depths of mines, he suggested that miners carry small animals like mice or canaries to detect dangerous levels of the gas in their working environment, it wasn’t until the 80’s that this method was replaced by electronic gas detectors.

The following year again using himself as the “guinea pig” he made great strides in making deep sea diving safer when he designed a decompression chamber.

During the First World War Haldane was able to identify the use of disabling chlorine and phosgene gas by the Germans, and designed the first gas masks for use in chemical warfare and also an oxygen therapy equipment to treat its victims.

John Scott Haldane died in Oxford on the night of 14 March/15 March 1936, soon after returning from a trip to investigate cases of heat stroke in the oil refineries in Persia, he made lasting contributions to improved working conditions years before health and safety itself became an industry, and he never failed to give credit to colleagues. He is considered as ‘Father of Oxygen Therapy Ponies Scotland

Pics are of Haldane and some showing his aparatus, you have to say, that's an impressive moustache the man had!

[madnessofmen]

If yes, please elaborate on how it happened. If multiple, select the most extreme (further down on the list).

[itstimewehavesomesoliddick]

Seriously though Israel has been so bad at making fakes for this one it's hilarious, I thought they were supposed to be high IQ?

The "detailed plan to kill kids in schools" (on Shabbat), the "intercepted phone call recording" (with two audio channels), the USB with "plans for a cyanide dispersal machine" (a gas lighter than air that can take up to an hour to kill someone and that was dropped in favor of phosgene in WW1 for being a shitty chemical weapon), the amount of "trust me bro it's real", just come on

[erteona]

Hello everyone

I was inspired by other artists who are reworking somewhat orignal paste stories and decided that I would try it too. So here's Eyeless Jack (I decided that if you dislike it in this form, it would become my OC).

I want to point out that his story is still not worked out by me and there are plot gaps, etc. Also, the drawings are only serve to better visualize the character however, they do not have to be factually correct and may differ from each other (that uniform didn't work out for me but I was already losing my nerve over it lol). I tried to model on actual history but I'm not an expert on British army.

In my version, he is a soldier of English descent who ends up on the Old Continent to help soldiers fight the enemy as a field medic. In 1915, the Germans introduce phosgene and diphosgene as a battle gas (characterized by the smell of fresh-cut grass, it accounted for 85% of soldier deaths btw). During one of the battles in which Jack participated, it was used to fight an ententa, but gas masks were used as a way to deal with the poisonous fumes. While fighting an enemy entrant in the trenches, a soldier managed to rip off his mask which immediately resulted in gas poisoning and chemical burns to organs (trachea, eyes and lungs). Despite the help of comrades and medical attention, he could not make it due to his injuries being too extensive.

I haven't quite worked out the part with what he does as a posthumous wanderer. But I was thinking of something along those lines:

As a phantom of a soldier who died too young (did I say he was of college age? No? Now you know) under tragic circumstances, he appears in places like battlefields/fields/open spaces in misty, cloudy, rainy or snowy weather and sows terror among the already terrified soldiers at the prospect of sudden death. It reveals itself mainly to the stranded and near-death without letting them forget what awaits them in the near future.

I hope you enjoyed it and it's really nice that someone is reading it <3

[todaysdocument]

WWI Experience of Capt. Clark Owsley

Record Group 120: Records of the American Expeditionary Forces (World War I)Series: Records of Divisions

November 9, 1918 My Experience at the Front On the morning of October 6, 1918 , I started out from Somme Suippe with the Headquarters company , Captain Miiller in command We were going on a journey but where we did not know or [overwritten: from] how far About half way to our destination our order came back from Col. Bloor thru Lt. A.H. Carrigan to put an officer at the rear of his company to watch for straglers I being the only offices who was not attached to the company, or who did not have a platoon, was posted in the rear to watch for [illegible due to blurred ink stain]. The regiment progressed nicely without ^stray^ [illegible due to blurred ink stain] man falling out. As soon as we had arrivedat our destination, I reported to [crossed out : the] Capt. Miller, that the Regiment [crossed out: had ] did not have any stragglers . We arrived at our destination about three-thirty and about six o'clock, Capt. Nelson sent for me to report to him. I reported and he gave me orders to go to Somme-Py and meet a party of officers and men, who were to guide us into the line. This was my first knowledge of us going[ g overwritten] into the front. I got in^to^ [into] a motorcycle- side car & was driven to Somme-Py. When I arrived there, the Boche were shelling the cross-roads and my first knowdege of this was that the Frecnh and American soldiers were ducking their heads & falling into [typed above crossed out "on their"] ditches. I got out of the car & soon became doing the same as I hadseen the French & American soldiers do, duck. I was to meet the party near the old church at Somme Py. I went immediately to the old church and remained there until I met a Lieutenant that said he was looking for a "Guide" from 141st Inf. or some unknown Regiment. I told him that I was the guide for the 142nd Inf. and would give him to where the Colonel was. So he decided that it was the 142nd Inf. and proceed to go with me. I guided him to the place the Colonel was. It was now about 8:30 o' clock. At about 9:15 o'clock we started for the front. ("The" over written] We passed over roads which were being shelled continuously, but soon we arrived at our new P.[?G or C]. As soon as we had gotten settled there I [ "soon" crossed out] ask to see the Reg. Gas. Officer and he informed me that they had never had a gas attach and there was absolutely no danger of gas. [The following paragraph is underlined in red] On October 8, 1918, we had our first experience in going over the top. During our advance the Boche threw mustard gas, di-phosgene and Di Phogene chloropicrin [see comments ] gas upon our advancing men. Very few casualties resulted from the gas. this was due to the well discipline ["ci" is written above crossed out "er" ] of gas training. [crossed out] Lt. Murphy, 2nd Bat. Gas Officer was wounded, and the officers of the first and third could not keep in touch with the their battalion. [end crossed out] We had a great [? number], wounded and killed. As I would pass by a dead American, I would sometime think, but when by a dead Boche [full transcription at link]

[er-cryptid]

What chemical agent has the military abbreviation CX?

Phosgene oxime

[theoneandonlyscaregoon]

If we get another damn shipment of IMPURE phosgene Im going to stab the supplier with the boss’s syringe glove

[victusinveritas]

Chemical Warfare Service would easily be the most alarming opponent of all of these, though playing against the entirely of Russia, a railroad, or a battleship would also present unique challenges.

“Uh coach their punter just kicked a phosgene shell at us, now what?”

“GAS GAS QUICK BOYS!”

[meetthechemist]

Entry #6 (Translated from German)

'I was talking to the Engineer today and he said that he can give my weapon an upgrade. I do not know what that entails, but he has my gun for the time being. He is very nice and plays the guitar. His kindness reminds me of my older brother. I hope he and my family are alright.

I also started talking to the other people working here. I am fond of those willing to learn sign language for me, though some need improvement. That Boston boy, called the Scout, especially requires more practice with his peers.

I have not seen the one called Sniper much. They tell me not to worry about him as he is a loner like the Spy. Big man with minigun is fine as well, learned the most sign language than others.

Grocery List:

Mercury

Cadmium

Arsenic

Phosgene

Toluene

Cat toy/catnip (HCl's adoption day present)'