#geiger mode

[unganseylike]

i feel like u guys wld appreciate. today our geiger counter kept beeping above normal background so me and my coworker immediately both went “what is it boy!! what do you smell!!” like fully in that character.

(we later learned what he smelled was radioactive contamination across the room)

[windienine]

i don't think it's really possible to say one way or another whether loic soulsov is also transgender beyond vibes but i have been quietly stockpiling salient headcanon material like a dragon hoarding gems.

what he looked like as a student is under wraps... for now

contextually surprising lack of art of him fully topless, the most we've gotten is a boob window (to be amended if ch. 2 does actually let us see him in a thong.)

demeanor towards ysme softened considerably (terrified >>> downright serene) when greeting her at the end of the prelude after her godhood + glamour both receded, like he recognizes some new facet of common ground (could also mean he has experience with other trans people, could also mean he's just relieved she didn't actually mulch anyone while in god mode, could also mean he's a little resigned to his new fate, could also mean he's doubling down on his initial assessment of her [this one's textual], or any combination of the above)

from what we know about flower reading, diy flower magic hrt ought to be perfectly possible (surely 'masculinity' and 'femininity' are concepts represented among the potentially countless ones out there)

i am a narrative analysis guy and not a theory guy and this line of thinking is wildly self-indulgent, so any speculation kind of begins and ends with "his ongoing kink-shaped thing with ysme makes my t4tdar go off like a geiger counter" and "eh. maybe?" but i'm putting it here for posterity. just in case

[belethicarus]

Acidburner, Spray, and Geiger find themselves on Earth in their search for more energon.

I'm thinking of writing a silly fanfic to go along with this. I'll draw the next page later. 👀

Acidburner is the pink one. Spray is the blue one and Geiger is the green one.

Acidburner is a neutral scientist on the hunt for more energon with his two assistants. With energon reserves low on Cybertron, they're on the hunt for alternate energy sources, which is how they found their way to Earth. Geiger's alt mode allows him to track energy sources, which has accidentally led them to a Decepticon base.

[frostise]

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

important notes: frost's powers are similar to how the lantern corps construct their powers by concentration and imagination, except her ice constructions don't break if she loses focus. louise manages her abilities and stores them inside of her body like a fuel tank.

thanks to the metahuman training when exploited by T.A.B, louise had managed to master her powers throughout the years. it is said that she's a better power user than a martial artist. it has also been recorded she's unable to produce ice breath considering the fact she is weak against the cold. frost can only control her power through her hands only. depending on her environment—her powers will become powerful or weak which is why the humid climate serves to strengthen her and dish out the ice.

𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒

heat absorption:  is able to drain the sun's energy, survive inside of a volcano, suck the moisture from the air, steal another person's body heat, absorb fire/lightning, destroy machinery and decrease explosions. it's been proven her ability is limitless and requires complete control from the user.

heightened thermosensation:  is able to pick up other people's heat signatures (both hot and cold) within 3 metres and track their positions. she can also sense if someone has been in a room if their heat signature is strong enough (ex: touching a couch and figuring out three people sat on it). this power is similar to how thermoception works except she's like a living, breathing geiger counter instead. it can only be cancelled out by supernatural beings.

heat regeneration:  she's able to slowly restore her injuries by using heat. without it stabling her condition she won't heal properly. it is a slow process given the fact she still needs medical attention if her injuries are too severe to heal. any attempt to heal it rapidly and she ends up being harmed. it is important to note that if louise remains unconscious and hurt it can threaten her metahuman condition to be in survival mode, consuming the environment until it's winter wonderland.

ice constructs:  is able to form ice daggers, swords, platforms, bridges, spikes, shields, domes ect. this would require heat from her thermo-armour or from a reliable heat source like the humid climate.

body temperature manipulation:  she's able to lower her own body temperature to the point her heart stops beating and avoid detection from heat signature scans. she can also share her body heat with anything or anyone at the cost of feeling dizzy and weak, which she rarely ever does since it's too harmful on her own body. louise can regulate her body temperature like a sponge and cool down at will if her armour or skin is too overheated to touch. it's also been noted she never seems to sweat in this state.

ice storm creation:  is able to create an ice storm with the snap of her fingers and fling anything or anyone at superspeed. it requires tremendous amounts of heat and KF had to master this power for years because it was an extremely difficult ability to control and dangerous if it backfired on her.

cryokinetic surfing/flight:  is able to create ice slides in mid-air and ice rocket boost herself up to impossible to reach places like skyscrapers. it's used sparingly in her missions.

molecular moisture inversion:  is able to freeze someone's molecules from the inside out, but it would require the other person to be absolutely still. this power is rarely used unless her victim is restrained to a table or held down by someone else.

cryopreservation: is able to preserve people, animals or objects for long periods of time. this would normally take away her energy because of how demanding the process is since it requires a hefty amount of patience and concentration. if she rushes the process, it'll end up causing unnecessary injury or damage.

[xtruss]

The Hunt For Marie Curie's (Maria Salomea Skłodowska-Curie) Radioactive Fingerprints In Paris

— Sophie Hardach | Monday June 9, 2025

The Faintly Radioactive Doorknob at the Curie Museum. Photographs Credit: Edouard Taufenbach and Bastien Pourtout

Marie Curie worked with radioactive material with her bare hands. More than 100 years after her groundbreaking work, Sophie Hardach travels to Paris to trace the lingering radioactive fingerprints she left behind.

The Geiger counter starts flashing and buzzing as I hold it against the 100-year-old Parisian doorknob. I am standing in the doorway between the historical lab and office of Marie Curie, the Polish-born, Paris-based scientist who invented the word "radioactivity" – and here is an especially startling trace of her. The museum that houses the lab has invited me in here to track radioactive handprints left by her when she worked here in the early 20th Century. Here, on the doorknob, is one such trace. There's another one on the back of her chair. Many more of these invisible traces are dotted all over her archived notes, books and private furniture, some only discovered in recent years.

The Geiger counter's reaction, and the numbers on the display, suggest the presence of above-background radioactivity, though only at low and non-threatening levels. In microsievert, which measures the potential impact of radiation on the human body, it comes to about 0.24 microsievert per hour, well within safe limits, according to experts.

Marie Curie worked here from 1914 until 1934, the year of her death, handling radioactive elements including radium, which she and her husband Pierre Curie had discovered in 1898. For most of her life, she did this with bare, increasingly radium-scarred hands. She then transferred traces of these elements onto other things she touched. Tracking the handprints through her work spaces, one can imagine how she might have gone "from the lab to the office, opened the door and pulled out the office chair to sit down", says Renaud Huynh, the director of the Curie Museum, as he guides me from trace to trace.

Some radioactive traces, for example in the Curies' lab notes and notebooks, have long been known about: one analysis in the 1950s made some of them visible by using a photographic plate. The contamination showed up as dots and splodges, suggesting radioactive lab dust settling on the page, or droplets from boiling solutions of radium salts spraying onto it.

Other traces have been revealed in more depth by further tests in recent years: they have been found on the doors of a cupboard from her home, on drawers, on the pages of books, on lecturing notes, and even on an extendable dining table from the Curies' family home.

For every item, experts face the agonising question of whether to save it as heritage – or, in cases where the contamination is considered a public safety risk, put into a nuclear waste facility. The cupboard, for example, ended up being destroyed.

Maria Salomea Skłodowska-Curie (Marie Curie) handled radioactive substances for much of her career with bare hands. Credit: Getty Images

Marie Curie's lab and office, whose tall windows overlook a rose garden she designed, are usually closed off by a red cordon, to be viewed but not entered by the museum's visitors. They were part of the Radium Institute, which she founded, and still sit in the heart of an active, bustling research campus.

"There's a great probability that the radioactive traces were left by Marie Curie, but it could have been her daughter [Irène Joliot-Curie], who later used the same office," says Huynh. "Either way, it's a material trace of the past, it's a form of heritage. If we were to erase these traces, we would lose this memory. It might be a detail, but it evokes a mode of contamination, it evokes a certain way of working – and it also evokes an era."

“It's Like Holding The History of Radioactivity in My Hands.” — Marc Ammerich

Huynh has invited me into the museum outside opening hours, and also into the nearby archive, to talk about these traces. Since radioactivity is invisible, I had asked him before the visit if I could bring a Geiger counter to bring the traces to life for our readers. He agreed, and also let me invite Marc Ammerich, a radiation expert, to help me measure and interpret the results.

Ammerich spent 40 years working for French radioprotection agencies, inspecting the safety of France's nuclear power plants. Since 2019, he has been tasked with comprehensive tests on the museum's collection. He has tested about 9,000 items from the Curies and their family so far, including the extendable dining table, where he found two radioactive patches next to each other, like two handprints, where a person would grab the table and pull it out for visitors.

Turning his attention to the Curies' legacy has been a special experience, Ammerich says: "To measure the notebooks where they write about their discoveries of radium and polonium, to measure the instruments they used – it's extraordinary. It's like holding the history of radioactivity in my hands".

Top: Marc Ammerich measures the back of Marie Curie's office chair for radioactive traces left by her hands. Bottom: Renaud Huynh, Marc Ammerich and the Curies: Pierre, Marie, their daughter Irène and their son-in-law, Frédéric. Photographs Credit: Edouard Taufenbach and Bastien Pourtout

The 'Shed Years'

Marie Curie was a doctoral student in Paris in the 1890s, when she came across a curious phenomenon.

She was studying the recently discovered mysterious rays emitted by uranium. The scientist Henri Becquerel had described their interesting properties. The rays gave off light, and also, they made air conduct electricity. Curie proposed the word radioactivity for these peculiar rays – coining the word still used today. Testing various ores for their levels of radioactivity, Marie Curie then noticed something surprising: some of these ores were much more radioactive than the known radioactive elements they contained (uranium and thorium).

After checking her measurements, she concluded that there was only one explanation: there must be another, not yet known, highly radioactive element in these ores.

To find this unknown element, she began refining a uranium ore called pitchblende, removing all known elements from it, until only the mystery element would be left. Excited by the project, Pierre joined her. They crushed the ore, dissolved the resulting powder in acid, filtered it in many different steps, and obtained an increasingly concentrated, and increasingly radioactive product, Huynh explains.

It was an arduous process. As Marie Curie herself put it: "The life of a great scientist in his laboratory is not, as many may think, a peaceful idyll. More often it is a bitter battle with things, with one's surroundings, and above all with oneself".

Not having access to a proper lab, they worked in a store room, and then, a leaky shed behind a university building. In Marie Curie's description, the shed was furnished with "some worn pine tables, a cast-iron stove" – and it lacked any safety provisions whatsoever: "There were no hoods to carry away the poisonous gases thrown off in our chemical treatments". And yet, "it was in this miserable old shed that we passed the best and happiest years of our life, devoting our entire days to our work", she writes.

In 1898, at the end of this backbreaking process of refining the pitchblende and then further refining tiny, highly radioactive crystals, they announced that they had discovered two new elements: polonium, which they named after Marie Curie's homeland, Poland; and radium.

"It was a very toxic environment," says Huynh. "Because there were not only radioactive vapours, and radioactive dust, but they also used many chemical products to break up the pitchblende that are banned from laboratories today, such as mercury."

The shed no longer exists, having been torn down; the lab in the museum is where Marie Curie later worked. In recent years, Ammerich conducted a wide-ranging inspection and safety review for the museum. He and his team removed surface contamination, such as weakly radioactive dust, from furniture in the preserved office. The remaining, faint radioactivity is from traces that sunk into the wood or metal and are now inside it, meaning that even if someone were to now touch the furniture, they would not transfer any contamination.

Top: Inside Marie Curie's decontaminated lab, where she worked after leaving the 'shed'. Bottom: A box containing a lab note written by the Curies during their discovery of radium. Photographs Credit: Edouard Taufenbach and Bastien Pourtout

"The lab was already decontaminated in the 1980s," says Huynh. At the time, the practice in the museum was to "try and scrub off the contamination with abrasive sponges, and if radioactivity was then still detected, it meant it had sunk into the material, and they'd throw away the whole thing and replace it" with a copy, he says.

The lab bench, for example, was replaced with a replica, Huynh explains. Today, weakly radioactive traces such as the ones on the chair and doorknob are allowed to stay in place, he says, and are considered as heritage.

"These historical traces of radioactivity are so important because they show the working conditions of Marie Curie at the time. They should be preserved at all costs," says Thomas Beaufils, a professor and museologist at the University of Lille who specialises in the conservation and protection of radioactive heritage. "There is no other place in the world where radioactivity has been spread throughout a lab and office by Marie Curie. It has a huge heritage value."

Today, radium – which Marie Curie discovered during her PhD research – is no longer used in France, having been replaced with safer and more manageable elements, Ammerich explains. And the way scientists work with radioactive elements has of course fundamentally changed, he says.

"If Marie Curie were a PhD student today, she would first of all need to apply for a range of permits to work with these radioactive materials," says Ammerich. "And she would only be allowed to do her research in an authorised lab, with all the necessary safety and ventilation equipment. She certainly wouldn't be handling the materials on a table or lab bench, she would be using a glove box," a sealed container with the radioactive material inside, he adds.

Top: A box in the Curie Museum's archive, marked "Attention: Radioactive ☢️ Material." Bottom: Measuring the 1902 lab note with a dosimetre, which displays the presence of radium, Ra-226. Photographs Credit: Edouard Taufenbach and Bastien Pourtout

Testing History

When we planned the visit, Huynh said we could measure anything we wanted in the lab, office and archive, as long as it could be done safely. Two photographers accompanied me and documented our tests – which ended up taking six hours, as we journeyed through Marie and Pierre Curies' spellbinding research and discoveries. Given the wealth of objects in the archive, I decided to focus on things that might transport us to two crucial periods in the Curies' story: their early years, discovering radium together; and Marie Curie's time leading research at the Radium Institute, alone, after Pierre's death in 1906.

Ammerich shows me how to take meaningful measurements. He has brought a briefcase filled with different detectors. One is a yellow Geiger counter, about palm-sized, for two types of measurements. The first of these tests, measured in "counts per second", detects whether radiation is present, in the form of alpha, beta or gamma rays. This overall test helps detect whether the object we are measuring is radioactive, or not.

If an object does register above-background radioactivity, the second measure we take shows the potential impact of these rays on the human body, measured in microsievert per hour. This helps check if an object's level of radioactivity poses a risk to human health, by potentially raising the long-term risk of cancer. We also use a spectrometer, which can pick up more detailed information, such as which radioactive element is being measured. And we test some non-radioactive surfaces, as a control.

Ammerich had already previously tested all the objects we look at, as part of his evaluation of the collection. He has also assessed if there was a risk to museum visitors or staff, from the weakly radioactive objects. "There's no danger, nothing," he says, for either of those groups, based on his assessment. Nor was there any risk to us as we measured these objects – which we simply did to allow me to understand, and report on, the radioactive traces.

A Radioactive Lab Note

In an office above the museum's archive, Huynh opens a box with a small radioactivity warning sticker on the side. It contains a handwritten, faded document, a lab note written by Marie and Pierre Curie in 1902.

"On the top of the page you see Pierre Curie's handwriting, and below that, the neater handwriting, that's Marie Curie's," he says, pointing at the faded lines.

The two habitually shared notebooks, he explains: "In their lab notes, you see very clearly how they worked together as equals, with mutual respect. It was a really intense and very respectful scientific collaboration, a real exchange."

“There Is No Other Place In The World Where Radioactivity Has Been Spread Throughout A Lab And Office By Marie Curie. It Has A Huge Heritage Value.” — Thomas Beaufils

When Pierre Curie was put forward for the Nobel Prize together with Becquerel in 1903, "it was he who insisted that his wife should also be included", Huynh adds – leading to all three jointly winning the prestigious prize, which had never been awarded to a woman before.

Dating from those early years in the hangar, the note captures a crucial moment in their research, Huynh explains: "It's where she calculates the atomic weight of radium," a key step in their quest to prove that this new element exists, he says. Marie Curie writes the result down as 223.3 – very close to the weight as it is known today, of 226.

"It's a remarkable document," Huynh says. "It's the calculation proving that, yes, it has an atomic weight that makes it different from other elements, that gives it a place in the periodic table, and it's also written during a period of such intellectual energy."

In fact, Frédéric Joliot, the Curies' son-in-law, made a print of this lab note with a photographic plate in the 1950s to show the contamination, and also measured it with a ticking Geiger counter – possibly making him the first person to investigate his extended family's radioactive heritage. "It's moving to hear ... the very same radium extracted and handled by Pierre and Marie Curie", making itself known through the detector's sound, he wrote at the time.

The note by the Curies, with Pierre's looser handwriting and Marie's neater writing. Photograph Credit: Edouard Taufenbach and Bastien Pourtout

The Secrets of Parisian Pavements

As we measure the objects, we also take measurements of surfaces that have nothing to do with the Curies and their legacy, to give us something to compare our other readings against.

An ordinary Parisian parquet floor, in a building that was never used by the Curies, gives a reading of 0.11 microsievert per hour. This is the background radiation which an average person is exposed to every day, from natural sources such as the ground and cosmic radiation, Ammerich says. He points out that we humans are also radioactive ourselves, as we contain radioactive elements such as potassium. In France, the legal limit of a person's exposure to radioactivity, in addition to natural and medical exposure, is 1 millisievert (1,000 microsievert) per year for members of the public. For workers in nuclear facilities, it's 20 millisievert (20,000 microsievert) per year.

Placed on an ordinary stretch of pavement outside the building, the reading rises slightly, to 0.19 microsievert per hour. That's because Parisian pavements are made of granite, which can contain radioactive elements such as uranium, Ammerich says.

We take turns carefully hovering the Geiger counter over the Curies' lab note. It buzzes, having detected above-background levels of radioactivity, especially towards the bottom of the page, where human hands may have touched it more. But the levels are very low, and from a human health and safety perspective, the lab note is not dangerous at all, Ammerich and Huynh say.

In the museum, we measure the public areas where visitors walk – they measure at background levels, of around 0.11 microsievert per hour: "It's the level of natural radioactivity, of the ground, the Sun, the people all around us, with their potassium," says Ammerich. The back of Marie Curie's office chair; the doorknob; and an instrument called a piezoelectric quartz electrometre, which the Curies used to measure radioactivity, all measure somewhat above those background levels, but still well within safe ranges.

The overall safety assessment of any given place or object is not only based on such measurements, Ammerich explains. Instead, it is estimated based on a range of factors, including the length of time of the exposure, the distance to the object, and which parts of the body are exposed to it. The different types of rays also matter: alpha rays can be mostly stopped by human skin, and completely stopped by a sheet of paper, he explains. Gamma rays are more penetrating, but can be stopped by concrete or lead. Radium, the chief source of contamination for the Curies' heritage, gives off alpha, beta and gamma rays, but mostly alpha. Ammerich's risk assessment for the museum's visitors as well as for museum staff was based on thorough measurements of all the objects, along with those comprehensive factors, and found that there was no risk.

'Glowing Like Fairy Lights'

The Curies themselves noticed that their radioactive materials, such as radium salts and radioactive gases, were contaminating everything else in the shed.

"The dust, the air in the room, the clothes are radioactive," Marie Curie reports in her doctoral thesis in 1903.

Still, at this stage, the Curies did not seem worried for their safety: their only concern was that the contamination might muddle their scientific results.

Marie Curie and others noticed, over time, that her hands were "calloused, hardened, deeply burned by radium". Pierre Curie repeatedly put radium salts against his skin, to test the effect. Burn-like, red lesions appeared on his skin. This did not seem to scare him; on the contrary, he and other scientists thought this effect could be useful for treating tumours – an insight that led to the first effective cancer treatments. Only later did scientists discover that being exposed to radium, and other radioactive materials, can also raise one's risk of cancer.

A sculpture of the Curies in the rose garden by the lab. Credit: Edouard Taufenbach and Bastien Pourtout

Other scientists at the time also experimented freely with radium, for example, dabbing radium salts on their temples or their closed eyelids, and reporting that it filled their closed eyes with light.

Mainly, the Curies observed their newly discovered radium with hope and wonder: it gave off warmth, and glowed beautifully in the dark. They went to the shed at night to marvel at the bottles and tubes of radium salts on the rickety shelves and tables: "Like faint fairy lights," Marie Curie observed.

The Curie Cupboard

Not all of the Curies' heritage is being preserved. Even today, some of it ends up in nuclear waste facilities, in cases where public safety concerns override heritage protection.

The day before my visit the Curie Museum and its archive, I meet up with experts from Andra, France's agency in charge of radioactive waste. Over lunch on a cobblestoned square close to Andra's headquarters just outside of Paris, they tell me about some of the more surprising tasks that fall into their remit.

Andra oversees radioactive waste from France's nuclear power plants, as well as from research labs, hospitals and so on. About once a week, they get a call from people who have found potentially radioactive antiques in their home – alarm clocks, for example, from the 1920s, when radium was considered harmless, and used in paint on clocks. It was even used in cosmetics and special soda fountains with radium in them, to make radioactive water, which was thought to be healthful.

Marie Curie's supportive letter to a scientist with radiation sickness in the 1920s, as awareness of the risks emerged. Photograph Credit: Edouard Taufenbach and Bastien Pourtout

Andra's experts test these heirlooms, and put the contaminated ones into radioactive waste facilities. In some cases, antiques such as the fountains are decontaminated by removing the radium, then given to the Curie Museum.

"We walk in Marie Curie's footsteps," says Nicolas Benoit, a specialist at Andra who oversees the remediation of sites polluted by radioactivity. "Every time we visit a site where there's radium, we think of her. And we aren't angry with her, not at all, because at the end of the day – yes, they handled the radium in a bit of a slapdash way, but at the time, there wasn't an awareness of its dangers."

He pauses, then adds: "And there's a bit of pride as well, because it's as if we're closing the circle, we're finishing her work", by taking care of the contaminated objects from the radium era.

In 2020, Benoit led an unusual operation: a visit to the home of Hélène Langevin-Joliot, a nuclear physicist and part of the Curies' dynasty of scientists. She is the granddaughter of Pierre and Marie Curie; her parents, Irène Joliot-Curie and Frédéric Joliot, won a joint Nobel Prize in 1935 for their discovery of artificial radioactivity. In fact, Irène thanked her mother, Marie, for sharing her stash of rare polonium with her, which helped h Irène and Frédéric with the research that led to the discovery. A love of science was passed down in the family, along with friendships with other scientists and their families, including Albert Einstein.

Top: Marie Curie on a hiking holiday in Switzerland with Albert Einstein and their families. Bottom: Marie Curie's visiting card on her desk in Paris. Photographs Credit: Edouard Taufenbach and Bastien Pourtout

Langevin-Joliot had a number of family heirlooms from her parents and grandparents in her home, which she suspected might be slightly contaminated. She was not worried for herself, having lived with them for many years, being in good health, and considering the risk to be low. But she did not want to leave them behind, and force others to deal with them. After talking to Huynh, the museum director, she invited Andra's experts into her home, to measure the heirlooms.

"It's one of the best memories of my life," Benoit says, of the operation. "If you imagine that Marie Curie used those objects – that was really moving for us, it's not something you get to do every day."

They tested a cupboard that used to belong to Marie Curie – photos exist of her standing next to it, he says – and had been handed down in the family.

"We emptied it, and tested it. The contamination was above all on the doors, where you open the cupboard. And on the locks, on the drawers ... everywhere she [Marie Curie] touched," he says. "We tried decontaminating the wood, without damaging it, but it wasn't possible," because the radium traces had sunk into it, he adds. The worry was that leaving it in place could mean it would end up with a future owner who might not know about its past, and might use or process the wood in ways that would spread the contamination.

With Langevin-Joliot's agreement, the cupboard was cut into pieces and incinerated in a radioactive waste facility, Benoit explains: "The cupboard doesn't exist anymore. It's sad, it was heartbreaking, but that's how it is."

Thinking About Risk

Today, radium is sometimes described as the most radioactive natural element ever discovered. But Benoit challenges that description. From a safety perspective, "saying that one element is more radioactive than another, doesn't really make sense", he says, since estimating radioactivity is more complex than just measuring an element's level of activity (the rate at which the radioactive element decays, measured by counting the number of disintegrations per second). One must also consider its half-life, the time required for half of it to decay – in the case of radium, 1,600 years – he says, as well as the actual impact on humans, which in turn depends on a range of factors.

"If you take carbon-14, for example – yes, that's an element that emits radiation. But only over a very weak distance, only a few centimetres," he says. He puts his finger on the table, between our coffee cups. "So if it were placed here, we could sit where we're sitting, and we wouldn't risk anything."

The Lead Coffins

There is a tragic side to the Curies' legacy. Already in the early days of working with radium in the shed, Pierre noticed that he felt increasingly sick. Marie Curie also felt sick, struck by a mysterious fatigue. She died at 66, of leukaemia, a cancer of the blood. It may not have been radium that killed her: Huynh says the culprit was more likely her work with X-Rays during World War One, which would have exposed her to the kind of radiation known to raise the risk of leukaemia.

Irène and Frédéric Joliot-Curie died in their late 50s, also of cancer. Before his death, Frédéric had been especially active in improving safety regulations and equipment for people working with radium, Huynh says.

Today, the Curies are entombed in a crypt of the Panthéon monument in Paris, in lead coffins, to block any potential radiation from traces inside (or on) their bodies. They were previously buried in a cemetery just outside of Paris. In the 1990s, before they were transferred to the Pantheon, radiation experts exhumed and tested their bodies, detecting some radioactive contamination, before laying them to rest in the lead coffins.

“If We Don't Protect Our Material Heritage, We'll Be A Society Without Any Historical Depth.” — Thomas Beaufils

For Ammerich, the experience of handling the couple's belongings remains very moving. "When I tested Marie Curie's diary, where she writes about her husband's death – I'll be honest with you, I had tears in my eyes," he says.

In his view, it would be a shame to remove the small remaining traces in her Paris office: "Imagine if you cleaned everything off, and then in the future, nothing would prove what happened here."

Beaufils, the museologist, also emphasises how important it is to save and protect this kind of radioactive heritage.

"From a historical point of view, our societies are built on these kinds of objects and memories from the past. If we don't protect our material heritage, we'll be a nation, a society, without any historical depth," Beaufils says. "And a society without depth will struggle to develop, and to thrive," both from a social and technological point of view, he adds.

Huynh sees the Curie Museum as "a link between the past and the future", especially given its location on a busy cancer research campus, the Institut Curie Research Center. When I visit, I see researchers mingling in the rose garden by Marie Curie's lab – dressed in jeans and T-shirts, not suits and long dresses, as they would have been during her time. Huynh tells me there are also active labs on the floors above and below the museum.

"Many researchers here are very proud of that heritage," he says. "It's a kind of 'Curie spirit'."

Maria Salomea Skłodowska-Curie (Marie Curie)

Quick Facts

Born: November 7, 1867, Warsaw, Poland

Died: July 4, 1934 (66 Years), Passy, France

Cause of Death: Aplastic Anemia

Discovered: Radium, Polonium

Spouse: Pierre Curie (Married: 1895–1906)

Children: Ève Curie, Irène Joliot-Curie

Education: University of Paris (1903), University of Paris (1894)

Awards: Nobel Prize in Physics, Nobel Prize in Chemistry, John Scott Legacy Medal and Premium

Siblings: Bronisława Dłuska, Zofia Skłodowska, Józef Skłodowski, Helena Skłodowska

Parents: Władysław Skłodowski, Bronisława Skłodowska

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🚀 v1 Mars Habitat Monitor – Pilot Buildout

🔧 Environmental Design Requirements

Radiation-Hardened Components: Select radiation-tolerant MCU/FPGA and sensor components (e.g., RAD750 derivatives or Microsemi FPGAs).

Thermal Regulation: Passive and active methods (phase-change materials, aerogels, thin-film heaters).

Dust Protection: Hermetically sealed enclosures with electrostatic or vibrational dust mitigation (similar to the Mars 2020 rover’s approach).

Power Constraints: Solar panels + supercapacitors for charge buffering, with ultra-low power idle modes.

Communications Delay Tolerance: Incorporate DTN (Delay-Tolerant Networking) bundles for relayed Earth-Mars messaging.

🧠 Sensor Suite

Life Support Monitoring:

CO₂ / O₂ / CH₄ levels

Humidity / Temperature / Pressure

Structural Integrity:

Microfracture sensors (piezo-acoustic or fiber optic strain gauges)

Vibration analysis (accelerometers/IMUs)

Radiation Exposure:

Ionizing radiation detectors (Geiger-Müller tubes or RADFETs)

Environmental:

Dust density (LIDAR or IR scattering)

UV exposure, ambient EM fields

🧩 System Architecture

Sensor Synchronization:

Use local PTP clocks with oscillator drift correction from a central unit

Redundant clocks for fault detection

Data Fusion Layer:

Edge-level Kalman filters for each sensor type

Onboard anomaly detection with TensorRT-lite or ONNX models for pattern deviation

Edge Inference:

PyTorch Mobile or ONNX on an ARM-based SOM (e.g., NVIDIA Jetson Nano with radiation shielding)

Data Relay and Storage:

Store all telemetry in redundant onboard buffers

Use prepackaged DTN bundles and error-correcting transmission protocols to transmit during windowed comms

Digital Twin Integration:

Each monitor syncs with a simulated Mars habitat replica in Earth orbit or ground control

Dashboard via Prometheus/Grafana or a bespoke Unity/Unreal-powered 3D monitoring console

⚙️ Resilience & Power

Watchdog Timers: Auto-reset on failure, with a secondary power rail for minimal heartbeat signal

Power Monitoring: Real-time tracking of draw, supercapacitor status, and solar charge

Failover States: Downgraded functionality tier for power preservation and sensor core redundancy

Would you like a modular breakdown of the above, suitable for PCB design, mechanical housing, and software stack implementation? Or perhaps a visual mission profile that tracks expected operational phases, anomaly response, and maintenance cycles for the Mars system?

Let’s make this pilot the template for Iron Spine’s interplanetary leap.

[blackvahana]

A brewing slight obsession with one's own blood and gore. I really want to see how thoroughly I can tear myself apart. A part of me has spent a decade in fight or flight mode and now that flesh is aching for the... not finale. No, it's a sort of "Oh, well I wasn't expecting you to pull away, now that it's not scary I was kinda looking forward to it."

Grey... The First Hunger, the sensation of eating a body when you've never had to eat before never, ever, ever leaves you. When no one in the world (that you know of) has heard of eating let alone done it, and your body twists and is torn out of orbit, smashed into a new world, where you are going through an alien adolescence with no teachers nor elders... You don't forget the birthing of the first urge to consume another - alien. we were all one - to consume another's body. Put it in... inside you, take it, kill them, blood blood blood -

But this isn't like that. I feel like a red fountain, a gore peacock's trail. I feel what I felt when I got used to eating flesh, the rush of warm blood that's still off-putting as I wasn't born to do this, but still it activates something in my physiology that brings me energy the way God once did... I feel like... instead of eating blood, shedding it revives me. I want to claw into my own skin, borderline obscene, borderline sacred-erotic fingering and self-exploration pulling skin from flesh to touch things, see what it's like in there, what it feels like. I no longer feel like I'm made of blood and flesh, actually. I feel like I'm made of secrets, and whispers, and why on Earth did I say "feel like" there...

I feel like shedding rejuvenates me. I hear Grey's - my - paradox whispers, crackling Geiger-counter-static undeath that turns into full-fledged blooming when he's cut open, he lives in death, he dies in life, he flies with two wings... Red flowers blooming, now is different. Now is different, Dei is different. Chrysanthemum - but in my eyes spider lily. Strange. Absolutely tuned, perfectly in place, a predicted celestial body at exact co-ordinates... give or take...

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary423

11/20-21/24

wednesday - thursday

long day today,

but a really really good day!! date day went great, hard to describe what we did, since it was basically just wandering around looking at things on the strip, i thought it would all be more christmas-y so i guess we're still gonna have to go do that... oh well... i guess when it's christmas mode we'll go to the venetian + paris, which have good christmas decorations. it's all very stupid but this city makes you a tourist even if you're born here, maybe especially if you're born here, since that's its way of extracting value. i know maybe i shouldn't let myself be sucked dry in that way, this city proves that things founded solely with the object of being fun are awful and sickening, but... sometimes i do want to have fun and i guess that's not the object of my life mostly, on top of this, it's kind of a depressing and insane experience any time you're on the strip, when you can deal with it, it's sort of like riding this intense careless wave, you see so many bizarre things, there's so many weird conversations people have, people spend insane amounts of money, what was one conversation i heard... i saw british tourists playing slots, they were talking about a cheeky dog in the game. people leered... i don't know, there's interactions you get to see, it's these huge towers with probably thousands of people inside each, that's crazy, right, and in such great density, you get to see little interactions between workers and people who came in but aren't working, small conversations, faces workers make (we saw a woman behind the counter at the new york new york arcade looking sad, i was like ,that was me at my last job), things people eat, things people want, wear, the faces they make when they leer at you. i don't know, it's so much, you absorb it all, it becomes the stuff of dreams, coming out of the dream, it furnishes your thoughts in new ways, continuously, you know. so it felt important to go and witness this weird time on the strip, as it's also gearing up for the whole f1 race, they had lots of displays of old cars, new cars, stores to buy overpriced merchandise, all of that, we went and stared at it, got nothing.

we started at the wynn, which i took no photos of, and worked our way down to the new york new york, which was my first time actually going in that place, finally. this is a pretty long length of strip we went through and it took us through like, we went from wynn to the caesar's palace forum shops, where we saw this thing i've never seen in all my time in vegas, the atlantis show, which is when these 3 animatronics come up on pillars out of this fountain with fish in it, and start gesticulating, graceless as insects and birds dying glued to pavement, talking about who will replace poseidon on the throne of atlantis, his daughter a water witch of some kind, his son some kind of fire guy, with a flaming sword, these screens that must have been installed in like the early 00s, low quality cg screens of atlantis and war and beams of water and flame fighting, and then this wretched pterodactyl thing that looks like ridley from metroid, like straight up an hr geiger-ified dinosaur comes up behind poseidon and just shrieks, as loud as possible, nightmarishly loud and so reverberant in the chamber we were in, in front of the cheesecake factory and beside a store where you can buy hypebeast tshirts and mclaren merch as well as a giftstore where you might buy f1 stuff as well as election clothes, and then flames started firing off behind that creature, the room which was rather large grew hot as hell and we watched these people sink back into their little chambers waiting to come back out. the fountain is generally this placid thing with a small aquarium feature. i felt like i was going to have a panic attack watching this, the way they moved frightened me genuinely, lifeless, it felt like a guy trying to turn his sex dolls into historical fiction. we also saw this at the forum shop, maybe i've seen this before and allowed myself to forget it but look at this, it's so gaudy, it's miserably gaudy:

also at the forum shops we went into that gentle monster place, it's a glasses store, we always see this one guy who works there everywhere, at shows and artsy events, my gf described him as "you without gender dysphoria" which is maybe only 70% true since i only think we both have bangs (but different bangs honestly) and the jury is out on me having the regular sort of dysphoria or if it's something else or if i just say it might be so i don't have to crib to it being something or something, do you know what i mean? anyway what she said doesn't bother me it's just funny to think on now. it was awkward to see him there since it's not like we talk, it's just funny to note that awkwardness.

we also saw this in the forum shops, maybe the ugliest sculpture crafted by human hands:

and here is the election clothing we saw in the giftshop:

i also saw lebron james and felt i ought to take this photo:

oh, before we went to the forum shops was actually fashion show mall, which we saw pop-mart stuff in, here's that, mostly just labubu, which was cute:

there was this scary hallway with these vending machines by the bathroom, which my gf went to use:

the vending machines spoke to me, for whatever reason, then.

we ate a pretzel together and also went to the hello kitty cafe, then we wandered on.

sorry about that mixup, it's just a rather dense day, do i need to get through it all?

well rather quickly. we went from forum shops to the bellagio, towards there was when you start seeing the naked woman porn cards show up, advertising that you can buy a girl and have her sent to your room for 'fun'. usually there's guys handing them out to you, but this time, they were placed in rings around poles, they'd secured them with rubberbands, they'd place them on blockades to keep the track safe for the race, concrete blocks just littered with the images of naked women on display, they'd litter them in bushes as one does easter eggs, some deeper in the branches than others, it was odd seeing all the naked women, the statues of naked women that adorn some parts of the strip, through the treasure island which we cut through, at the bellagio, near the fountain and near many of the naked woman cards in the bushes we find the headless reproduction of nike, in shining plaster, rendered weightless and without mystery or any notion she keeps anything for herself, no notion this is a vision of the heavenly carved out of air on earth, just another body to stare at. at the treasure island women naked with their breasts sharp and with erect nipples, ornaments on a humongous ship, on the plaster tableau over the exits. i guess i put this all here so vividly to not forget that this city's engine is based upon these images being traded, huge sums of money collected in clubs all across town, the ultimate commodity. later in the day, we saw a woman hired by the new york new york to go around and massage people playing the games, her shirt said masseuse.

in the bellagio we saw the winter wonderland. here is that:

my gf said something that i never really thought about, ever, because of how it seems normal, i realized when she said it how abnormal it is, she said:

i wouldn't really want to stay at a place like this, you know, it's so public,

i was like:

how do you mean.

or something to that effect, she said:

the lobby, look at all the people, all these randos just hang around.

i said:

yeah.

what an odd city it is, no expectation of privacy anywhere. the point is that everyone sees and knows what you do, make spectacle of yourself, at least hit some kind of social jackpot, be the person in touch with his wild side.

from bellagio we went to... the aria, yes. no photos of the aria. we got lost in the wynn, i remember, at the start. i jump around too much, maybe. but we got lost in the wynn, i remembered being a kid, how big these places felt, it returned to me, they are so big and confusing and strange and for the first time in years i saw the pool and the little garden they cut into a hedgemaze you can't travel through. it felt really pretty, going places most tourists in the wynn see, felt like uncovering something ancient to me, that these huge pointless buildings contain, in their facades, an escape from how hideous outside is, a terrible lie, and a very fragile one which breaks and reforms continuously, that atlantis show at the forum shops is a clear example but one crops up every step you take, the constant fact of advertising and whatever, it's so violent and odd, yet these are, for the majority of my life, the only things that echo the nicer things i've always wanted to go see but never thought i would, real history, other places, materials finer that polyester, kinds of art and ways of building lost in the brutal pseudoprisons erected across the valley, even then, the other side just beyond the ensconced walls and:

another brutal pseudoprison, guts of commerce, the workers travel through, having family who worked on that side, my mom and grandmother, masseuses and otherwise in that department, they would talk about it knowingly and sparsely, simply a map to remember, unadorned, a support beam for the utterly insane and excessive outside-inside, an almost voiding thing, the space between two outsides, simply a gap, void, no inside left. these buildings are strange, maybe moving to me, because of the places and ways you can feel the pulse of the gap in spots, slowly moving through them, getting lost, it settles in, i guess, that maybe you're in the gap too, at least i feel like i am. perhaps that is wrong of me, as i am not the one whose sweat preserves this whole thing. but i do not want it preserved. but i go examine, i suppose. my girlfriend also seemed fascinated by the getting lost, she said, i've never been here my whole life, these buildings make you forget their mass and weight, a strange trick. did you know some make the windows on the facades of the buildings out of scale, as in, 2 rooms for "1" window, to make it more approachable looking? doll house scale in real life.

anyway, from the aria, what did we see in the aria... oh yes, there was a mercedes thing there. it was cute. i saw another british man, strangely asking a younger man if he had a girlfriend, something like that. he had a bag of two cigars, it was a ziploc, school lunch, packing a sandwich, something sad about the gap between the packaging and the expense left unspared. we saw a glossier store, where we were before, oh to get to the aria, a mall, the crystals, but it's short, we saw glossier, we saw acne studios, my gf talked about how ecco2k and bladee have been modeling for them as of late, they had charli xcx on the storefront shirtless (how is one to think of all nudity in vegas? is artful nudity, nudity of a regular sort, being nude, or, an admiration of our bodies outside the hideous violent methods taught / enforced / reproduced (an odd sort of breeding) even possible, at least on the strip? it's a gash down the center of the city, a whole wound preventing healing, a scab which picks at itself, that is its defining feature, regrows and destroys before history's tendency to alter, move, and play with the things which have been there longest, by destroying buildings, imagining new shell corporations, new investors, new managers, new everything over every few decades, the city makes the whole world forget tiny pieces of it, an alzheimers or dementia it inflicts, and by so doing, the structural nightmare the city vomits forth remains), despite these heavy ( i suppose) thoughts, i quite liked the clothes in acne studios.

my gf said i match the store.

here is my outfit:

it does say "girl" but what does that mean and anyway the rest of the day (forgive my vanity but it's compulsion over pleasure)

here was what we saw prior to the crystals:

after aria we ate, it was expensive but good fried chicken but it's silly the city is such that it can bleed you dry for basically good fried chicken but the french fries were really good like stupid good and there's some leftovers i brought home so that's #swaggy.

that's when we got to the new york new york. i wonder, would the photos do justice to how insane that place felt? it seemed like a capstone to the night/day. a rather baffling hallucination of new york, the most like, reactionary kitsch fantasies, the art deco, everything old, dreamed up in the 90s, an odd fantasy. here was the hershey's store stuff we saw:

that is made of chocolate! very ugly and stupid my gf said it was making her sad to be there, that it was making her nauseous, it was depressing for me as well, the reason in both our cases is that it's so miserable and pathetic that parents come where on vacation and this is what they have to offer their children, here son, chocolate store, cheap shit, everything is stupid, there is nothing here, just this unrestrained commerce and flattening of everything to images you can hardly even navigate, merely you relent to their procession. ugly ugly ugly, and for that, hysterical in a nightmare way. everything in this place was funny, we wandered psychotically, everything amused us, in the hershey store some worker must have dropped a bunch of those rolled pennies on the ground, so i leaned down and grabbed a couple for my gf who likes them, one of them was this utterly stupid mascot, the reeses guy, from what i understand he is the chocolate cup with a rectangular torso, very short legs, very stupid arms, everything was a joke, i pointed at these giant hershey's kisses i kept saying, why don't they make these in the little size, i always liked these giant things, but it would be awesome if they were in a little size i could carry around, here are some things we laughed at excessively, ugly and hunched over, pointing and gawking, speaking the words of argot and delirious eyes firing in all directions, an agitation and heat, words dim and gleaming, scarcely lit stone and gems in the cave the long drawn out process of the earth's digestive process, in the rest of the casino:

(why sea monkeys)

(headless harley davidson family)

(meat, flare)

something else insane, was this tinytown usa type section they had in the place, it was some parts of nyc laid out in relative miniature, we stopped to sit at one building basically, it was this place that had all these things you might find at an asian grocery, ginseng in a jar, teas and things, special spices in jars, big leaves, all that stuff, it said on a sign, karate, there was this strange thing as well:

i don't know who this clown is, but it's very funny. it also feels funny in a dark way to see a place labeled with "karate" and for everything to be in chinese, or basically in chinese except everything with the ginseng said "korean ginseng", it was just odd! well not odd, but you know, it's that whole deal, i kept talking about how wasteful it seemed, to have all that stuff, and to not even be using it, just leaving spices and things out in this window display to never be touched or anything.

after wandering a little more, we were too tired, we came home. my feet are still sore, we were out from about 12:30 to 9-ish, which is a long time!! it was really good though. maybe it sounds bad, but this city is bad, but being with my gf, laughing at everything, it makes you feel like you are cooperatively puncturing something, even if its hardly at all, it feels like something, and so cooperative an action and so tightly stitched our experience, i don't know, it's special and lovely.

no regrets, no, none at all!!!

i didn't do very much else today, i did mess with the drawing a bit just now but nothing substantial you know. just some more shadows but it's crazy how much you can build something out just with shadows, some materials seem to not even need / get highlights in the ways i tend to think of them, so having one shade + the darker shades is working better.

okay i am getting tired + my wrist hurts so i need to go to sleep

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[oivgbqiqfz358]

Fantasy Strike : Honesty review

Warning!!

Sirlin games fans are not allowed to view

This fighting game originally originated from the board game "YOMI". This game is apparently a reimagining of that board game as a digital video game

Good points

You only need to register as a member to play online against unspecified players. Basically free of charge.

Very easy to play.

Easy controls and system make it easy to enjoy gaming.

The world view, graphics and movements are very beautiful.

The story mode, which requires a fee, has a very stylish and beautiful single picture at the opening and ending. The quality of the story is above a certain level, and you can understand the world view.

The story is of a high quality and allows you to understand the world.

The music is very good. The music is very good. There are ethnic, Japanese, Chinese, and Celtic style songs.

Personally, I would like to praise the operability and the songs the most.

Bad points

It feels a little bit like "some indie game creator's rough imitation of Street Fighter IV.

There are a surprisingly large number of one-sided win-lose matches. This tends to be the case when the game balance is such that even a weak attack reduces one memory. This system has made Valerie and Setsuki the "cheapest if you don't die" Charactors.

To first-time players (beginners?) are many specifications for kills, kills you don't understand, and difficult techniques. Digrey, Valerie, Argagarg, Quince, , etc. fall into this category.

Character performance and character compatibility are extreme. Even though it is good that diversity is ensured, each fighting style is a different game. If you don't have at least a minimal understanding of everyone's performance and fighting style beforehand, you can easily get twisted and crushed. This game is designed for casual competition with simple controls, but what about it?

Jumping is button-based (although you can use the directional key up in the settings).

There is no concept of crouching or crouching guard, so the more you get used to other games already, The more you feel uncomfortable.

There are too few playable characters and too few variations of their moves. The number of playable characters is very small compared to other gaming titles, and if you spend a lot of time playing the game, you will get tired of it. There are many characters for advanced players. There are many characters for advanced players, so the matches become monotonous conversely. Because the more advanced people tend to act more unconventionally.

Onimaru is very easy to use and too strong. The more skilled and experienced players use it, the more it becomes unmanageable. However, there is no sense of exhilaration even if you win. It feels natural to win.

The game lacks the exhilaration and sense of accomplishment of a gaming game. However, the exceptions are Valerie and Setsuki, who play with opponents with their quick mobility, and Degray and Lum, who overwhelm opponents with their high firepower and tricky moves

Jaina, Argagarg, Geiger, and Quince are all navel-gazing and for advanced users. Can whom use them properly?

Argagarg is difficult to know what tactic to take in general, and all the techniques are special.

Jaina's long-range and short-range techniques don't work well together.

I'm not sure if it's just on my Switch, but I'm noticing a lot of processing lag. I think the author is assuming that the game will run on PS4 level specs. The Switch screams with Quince's altercation randomness(I'm not familiar with the name of the technique) and Jaina's Shinryu-ken (like a similar technique). It's a modest game, but I think it puts a substantial load on the Switch.

General Comment

Japanese fighting gamers and gaming enthusiasts have basically been exposed to many good classic gaming games for a long time, and their evaluation of this game, Fantasy Strike, has been indifferent and harsh (...or they are usually too unaware of the game because it is not well known whose)

That's probably another reason why this game is not selling well, not catching on.

Incidentally, the Developer,Mr. Sirlin, seems to be putting a lot of effort into "YOMI2" at the moment.

An aside

I think Jaina has no talent as a warrior, unlike Grave.

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I've heard that Argagarg is not a much fighting by nature. so this performance is understandable. ...... but Jaina .....

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The Developer, Devid Sirlin, has trademArged "YOMI" and has sent warnings to the makers of two small indie games, "Yomi Hustle" and "Yomi Domini," claiming they are infringing the DMCA

…。

[thecornwall]

Cornwall's Random Card of the Day #782: Hypnotic Cloud

Hypnotic Cloud is a common from Invasion.

Kicker debuted in Invasion, and had a lot of different executions, even within that block, so how to start people off? With a bog(heheh)-standard version like this! Cheap mode does effect, and expensive mode does effect x3! Makes sense.

I'm not sure who would want to spend two mana and a card to make an enemy only discard ONE card though. Guess this is potentially more dangerous in a world where everyone is encouraged to play as many colours as possible but there isn't a lot of mana fixing. So it might have been the right decision back in the day to play it turn 2 and pray your opponent now has to discard a land they'll need later on(or instead discard an early play, letting you beat on them for a while).

The art depicts an OG Phyrexian letting off the hypnotic cloud to presumably stupify a bunch of coalition fighters. Note the more obviously Geiger-inspired art that was all over the old Phyrexians.

[jame7t]

factions in Jamie’s game (patent pending)

human scavengers: think Aliens Weyland-Yutani but down on their luck. Descended from a larger corporation that changed badly. Rugged tech, tanks&warthogs etc.

Buildings require supply lines, but can defend themselves with autoturrets. Your character unit is basically halo’s spartan.

Most basic faction RTS wise- most squad units have one human and multiple mechanical troopers, since they don’t have the humans to spare.

Largest unit they can build is obviously like a giant mech. Cmon, it’s an RTS. You have to have a distraction carnifex. Oh fuck it’s called the carnifex

Scorn/Xenomilf/Scary corporate faction: They’re the xenomorph & Geiger swarm type but they’re doing it for the line, which has to go up. You know, profit. Parent faction of the human scavs, but all their employees have taken the “optional” modifications to their bodies to get promoted.

Units are swarmy and scary, &lots of the buildings are human-morphs given mutagenic berries (yum). You click your builder on a slot and it’ll turn into the building over time, not build it. You can feed your army to itself for faster build times.

Your character unit is some big monster- think Warhammer Hive Tyrant, worse at sniping individuals than the scavengers, but better at commanding the swarm while active & can mutate mid battle to fill different roles. Potentially too much fun to play, so getting stuck in monster mash mode could lead to blind spots for enemies to exploit

Halo’s The Covenant, but Woke: Alien imperialists who have recruited sections of humanity & have an emphasis on terraforming planets to fit their client species needs- irregardless of any who don’t join their group. They love their good image & it’s way easier to just Unexist people who point out that there’s no such thing as an “evil” empire, because that’s every empire.

Human scavs would’ve joined, but these fuckers shot first because they’re assholes

Units are based on the different client critters of the alliance, wildly different varying strengths & weaknesses- a varied force can cover for others shortcomings, but the units don’t *get along* necessarily.

You get a unity meter as these guys, and if you don’t keep it filled, some units can defect to the enemy team or go rogue. If an enemy commander targets your propaganda spires (cheap to build, but easy to destroy- builds unity over time!) then they can cause your army to go into a great-schism esque civil war.

Notably, this isn’t an instant win- if your army splits, an enemy ai commander is spawned taking half your force- he doesn’t like you, but he doesn’t like the enemy either. For your trouble, the Unity Fleet gives you a boon of resources to try and sort this shit out, allowing you to turtle and weather the storm potentially.

Your character unit is like the Arbiter, you get a badass sword and you can lunge & dodge. You raise unity by getting kills near allies, but if you get killed your unity stalls for some time. Disengaging & teleporting out means you get to keep it. You’re like a propagandist!

Humans, inexplicably, are the only unit in the army that build unity. Something something human spirit. Human squads are expensive & skilled, but require protection

Just weird & bad ideas for an RTS that make it harder and stupider but way more silly and fun

addendums. I think it would be fun to disincentivize blobbing up your army in giant masses (unless you’re playing the swarm) so you have to position guys so they don’t friendly fire. Like, maybe they won’t KILL each other doing friendly fire, but their armor rating goes way down.

The game wants you to make interesting engagements for the enemy to fight, not the most optimal- you’re graded based on style points and army composition variety, if you get the “META CHASER” badge, you go down a rank, fucker. Maybe matches are structured like an extraction shooter- it’s not about winning, it’s about making a match where you extract materials & prevent the enemy from taking yours within 30 minutes.

The secret fourth faction is the spectral critters engineering all these fights to happen for their amusement, hence why you’re rewarded resources on your way out of matches. I think they’re probably like cosmetic things for your army, paint jobs & spikes and stuff. Maybe each unit has a handful of cosmetics you can choose from, or you can upgrade your leader’s weapons. Who knows… who freaking knows…

man one thing I’ve always wanted from a halo game is the ability to play an RTS & an fps simultaneously.

Like, halo wars 2’s units don’t look THAT different from your halo CE’s covenant, fidelity wise- it would be so cool to have your army get its ass kicked but you drop down from orbit in your gay little pod & start sniping fuckers.

The counterplay would actually be so much fun to watch bc sure, I just dropped down onto the field, but is the enemy team gonna drop too for a duel? Or just send aircraft to attack me? Or use a leader power or some shit? What if they stun my character & I can’t control my army, then they redirect their forces to my main base?

Also I would add Kerrigan from star craft but as a twink. #Diversity Win

[checkoutthisguy]

Izzy’s notes:

Types of Robots / Mecha:

Things are not mutually exclusive. It’s often combinations of different types / categories.

Non-Giant Robot - probably anything smaller than about 4 meters?

Friend shape - R2-D2, Haro, Wall-E. (Sometimes a giant robot can fit this too)

Androids - Basically just mostly humanoid guys who are robots. Astroboy, Data from Star Trek, Robby the Robot, C-3PO

Cyborgs - generally the type of cyborg where they’re either treated as if they’re androids or if there’s questions about maintaining their humanity. There can be a lot of crossover between what is considered an android and cyborg. Kamen Rider, Androids 17 & 18. I’d slot my Xenu here, personally.

Power armor - It’s closer to a suit of armor than a giant. Knight Sabers from Bubblegum Crisis, the power loader from Aliens, the power armors from fallout, Samus Aran.

Giant robot - big! Lots of categories here, plus some spectrums.

Piloted / Non-Piloted - this sounds like a binary, but lots of stuff likes to have AI or some sort of life or soul in the robot.

Alive / Object - pretty close to the same deal. But all the combinations seem to exist.

Real / Super robot - reals tend to focus on plausibility and super robots tend to have some sort of fantastical element. Again, it’s a spectrum and most stuff probably lands more in the middle.

Categories:

Spider-mechs - there’s enough of them that they might as well get their own category

Military - most Gundams, Macross, Votoms

Super Science - Mazinger-Z, Getter Robo, actually just about everything I know from the 70s.

Hero/Anti-Hero - pretty close to the vibes of superhero media, but with the giant robots.

Fantasy - Escaflowne, Magic Knight Rayearth

Biomechanical - I think the distinction I give between this and the next is whether the focus is on including bio-engineering and being made by crazy science. So I slot Evangelion here. Geiger stuff, too. Both Samus Aran’s power armor and the metroids from metroid could fit here too. Also anything that’s like a cyborg, especially if it’s goopy.

Meat Mech - Avatar, Attack on Titan, Ratatouille

Transformers - they have a different form, normally a vehicle. Transformers, Macross Valkyries, Zeta Gundam.

Gestalts - Combiners, either from other robots or vehicles or something. Occasionally, it’s straight up guys combining’. Devastator from Transformers, ZZ Gundam, Voltron.

Robot for Classica from Ordinary Channel (aka Ordinary-chan)

Swappable backpack - includes head and tail

Changes weapons / look, but not shape

Tons of weapons.

Atleast a little cute.

Quatre’s backpack covered in stickers. Earth. Mole or other underground animal.

Emmy’s the most weaponized? Airhorns. Emote/emotion flag? Nickelodeon slime. Fire. Snake and anime girl.

Izzy’s flight mode. Air. Bird?

Morg? Water.

Bulky.

Torso is a head. Big eyebrows / v-fin on the torso face.

Animal head as the actual head.

[gertlushgaming]

Dead Man´s Diary Review (PlayStation 5)

Dead Man´s Diary Review, You're on your own in a world full of danger! You can drink only if you discover water, survive the night only if you have a safe place to sleep - eat only what you have found or hunted. Explore a destroyed world and experience a dark story.

Dead Man´s Diary Review Pros:

- Decent graphics. - 10.60GB download size. - 24 trophies. - Controller settings - vibration, adaptive triggers, Haptic when walking, Haptic when collecting, Invert axis and sensitivity sliders, and toggle run/walk. - Graphics settings - brightness, contrast, colorblind mode, colorblind strength slider, and motion blur slider. - Photo mode can be enabled and disabled. - Tutorial and dynamic help options. - Great voice work. - Survival gameplay. - First-person view. - Horror elements throughout from jump scares to noises. - Lock picking mini-game with each lock pin having a durability circle until it breaks. - The d-pad acts as a hotkey for the menus. - Loot boxes are hidden everywhere and have random loot in them. - The story is the world has gone to pot and you are a survivor in a bunker and got the short straw and must go out into the world to find supplies for the bunker. To make it worse they blindfolded you and dumped you in the middle of nowhere with no food or water. - Your character is voiced and called out but also does the inner monologue. - Button prompts show up as needed. - The tutorial is pop-ups and signs found when playing. - A full 3D world with 360-degree camera control. - A semi-open world that is split up into areas. - Play how you want in terms of how you go about everything. - Camps are used to progress the story and can heal you at the same time. - You have water, disease, radiation, and hunger meters to manage at all times, you can find food and cook up new dishes. - Day and night cycle with different weather effects, you use a torch at night. - Many secrets and alternate routes. - Handy arrow signs help guide you forward. - You can freely walk around an area and get plenty of warning if you are about to leave the area. - Playing without dynamic help makes it a much harder experience. - The game has you opening a lot of boxes, lock-picking car boots, and scavenging for food and materials. - A Geiger counter is needed to scan food and drink to check if it is safe to eat or drink. - You pick up notes and diary entries to learn about what happened to people and some people in particular. - When it's raining you get more radiated and have to stay under cover to bring the radiation down. - Chase sequences. - At times the game will play out automatically. - Stamina is used for running. - Collectible books. - It is a great-looking world that you want to explore. Dead Man´s Diary Review Cons: - No Platinum trophy. - Cannot rebind controls. - The cutscenes especially the opening one cannot be skipped. - No field of view slider. - To make you look somewhere the game takes control of the camera and points it where they want you. - Without dynamic help, the game is nigh on impossible as areas are big and materials are small and hidden away. - It bugs me that I can carry a handful of metal rods in my inventory or two haystacks but I can only carry 3 lock picks! - After using a menu the game freezes for a brief second every time without fail. - Slow starter. - Doesn't always explain things well. - The hunger, thirst, etc bars are on a menu and not on the Hud as standard and you need to dig into the settings. - Using a Geiger counter is fine but you do it a lot and the swapping of tools is less than ideal. - Med packs or healing items are very rare. - Invisible walls get more prominent as you progress. - It doesn't have any survival gameplay outside of topping up meters. - At times you get lost without a lot of help. - House interiors all look the same with the same Interactive points. - Cannot grab onto ledges. - It all gets very repetitive with very little payoff. Related Post: Song of Nunu: A League of Legends Story Review (PlayStation 5) Dead Man´s Diary: Official website. Developer: TML-STUDIOS.de Publisher: TML-STUDIOS.de Store Links - PlayStation Read the full article

[frostise]

❝ you actually think the joker's still alive? ❞ frost quirks a eyebrow at that while rubbing the back of her neck at the thought of joker somehow coming back to torment the city again as if he was the michael fucking myers of gotham. ❝ sounds like a load of bullshit to me... ❞

of course everyone's heard of his death at least somewhere in arkham. he was infamous after all. she couldn't give a rat's ass about the batshit insane clown or learn anything special about him other than that unpleasant experience when she was still with the squad. his unpredictable behaviour was enough to make her skin crawl. it only served as a terrible reminder there were bigger monsters somewhere out in the world who would be willing to nuke a city full of not just people but innocent children as well. hell, even frost had boundaries she would never be that eager to cross.

louise was focused on moving on upon arrival she hardly realised she was already in survival mode. muscles tense all over as if she was expecting another battle with a criminal or a certain vigilante in the area, dark eyebags from the lack of sleep in the asylum and having to rely on her heat signature like a geiger counter to ensure they were in the clear. gotham has a special way of making outsiders feel unwelcome no matter your reputation. the same can't be said to hemlock here who was far too comfortable. there are the cops patrolling the streets in the dead of night and she's here acting as if they were actual sane people shopping. she must be a gotham girl at heart, or maybe an outsider way more experienced with the city than frost ever could be.

at hemlocks question, louise decides to dart her eyes all over the store shelves before recalling the mannequin on a display window from earlier. she's got enough food and beverages to last for another week or two. ❝ you know what? screw these food brands. think it's about time i get changed outta these nasty peels. ❞ she abruptly exits the supermarket and enters the louis vuitton store, already picking off the luxurious bomber jacket from it with a content smirk.

"Don't worry." Securing those precious cosmetic spoils in a small bag that was also pilfered, River chuckles, "I doubt we'll have much to fear about the dear 'boys in blue', darling... I heard most of them are still busy, dealing with the damages left behind by Joker's latest bout with 'death'."

Now there's a thought to roll your eyes at. Joker, dearly-departed and ding-dong-dead? The grease-painted weirdo's sure to never see the Pearly Gates, for sure; but River would bet both arms and a leg that Hell itself would spit his ass back out, the moment his tootsies touched the sulfurous ground. Until then, why not enjoy this little reprieve of a clownless city, until the gagster comes slinking back? Maybe then all the helicopter bits will be cleared-up.

Everyone was always in such a hurry, even when they didn't really need to be.

"Besides, we can't go just yet! We might be done here-" Wide gesture is made to the ransacked store, "But we're not done here. Can't keep in running around in these orange digs, after all... I mean, unless you want to."

She doesn't though, and the grinning assassin plans to take full advantage of the empty mall before cops finally catch wind of their presence here. "So what's your favorite brand, Frosty?"