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Man After Man: The Coming Horrors

Posted in Animals, Books, Pictures, Science, Science Fiction, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 4, 2015 by Stephanie Selby
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Though the process of genetic engineering and grafting additional organs, the Vacuumorph is a being that can survive in the airless, zero-gravity environment of space.

Have you ever wondered what humanity’s evolutionary future might look like? In Man After Man, author Dougal Dixion speculates on the possibilities. From what humans might create with genetic engineering, to our kind naturally changing or adapting with technology, to how climate change may shape our descendants.

The results may leave you feeling uncomfortable at the very least. Just about every human-derived creature in this book looks pretty damn freaky. Then there are the ethics of genetic manipulation and our growing dependance on technology that leaves you wondering how far would people really be willing to compromise in order to continue the human race.

So let’s have a brief look, shall we? Here’s the timeline of Dixion’s vision of the future!

200 years: The Earth has been ravaged by overpopulation and pollution. Scientists have genetically altered humans in a variety of ways to live and work in harsh environments. Examples include the Aquamorph and Vacuumorph. Many unaltered homo sapiens are leaving the planet to find a future in space, yet there are still those that are left behind to fight for the meager resources on earth.

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A genetically altered human adapted to life in the water. This species was created for building and mining in the ocean.

300 years

The humans that have remained on earth have split into two major factions: those that highly depend on machines to maintain bodily functions and complete tasks, and handlers that work to repair this technology and serve the technology-assisted upper class. These handlers remain unaltered to retain versatility while working with machines. The machine dependent humans grow weaker and weaker over time, and the process of mating has become quite risky. The Aquamorphs have grown more independent, and no longer assist land-dwelling humans.

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Unfortunately, the book is out of print right now so finding a copy may be a bit out of one’s price range but well worth the read!

My Gift for Reddit’s Secret Santa Gift Exchange

Posted in Children, Creepy, Horror, Pictures, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on December 30, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

20141230_190805 Looking for a little holiday related fun I decided to take part in Reddit’s 2014 Secret Santa Gift Exchange. This is what I got in the mail today. No explination, no well wishes for the holiday. Just one creepy porcelain doll.

I suppose I should have been careful with what I wished for. I wrote in my preferences that I was a pretty big horror fan. I try not to have much in terms of expectations, but I wasn’t expecting this…

Since I’m not quite sure what to do with her, I’ve asked /r/creepy for suggestions. If anything else of interest comes up, like if I decide to burn her in my backyard or something, I’ll keep you all posted. Let’s just hope she doesn’t murder me in my sleep!

/r/Creepy: My Personal Treasure Trove

Posted in Creepy, Pictures, Scary, Weird Videos with tags , , , , , , , , on May 27, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

I must admit I’ve never been a frequent visitor of Reddit or any of it’s subsequent boards, but lately I’ve been following it with a passion. It’s so effective I sometimes have to take breaks in my browsing. Anyway, I thought I could share some of my favorite, recent discoveries in my exploration. Have fun!

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Weird Video of the Week

Posted in Creepypasta, Ghosts, Memes, Pictures, Uncategorized, Weird Videos with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 7, 2014 by Stephanie Selby

Finally, I’m back to making some of my own videos again! This is a narration of a great webcomic from a South Korean artist. I highly recommend checking it out, and be sure to scare your friends with it too! Have a great weekend!

The Demon’s Day Revised: The Black Jackal Part 2

Posted in Pictures, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 15, 2013 by Stephanie Selby

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A little picture I drew of Anubis. I’m not going to be winning any art awards soon, but I like how it turned out.

His statement made Eva stop in her tracks. While she was trying her hardest to believe this was all a dream, the concrete reality and lucidity of her experience made it more and more apparent that this wasn’t the case. Still, the jackal’s attitude towards her plight wasn’t making her to warm up to him.

“It’s morning already!” Eva weakly managed to yell back.

“Well, here it is morning,” said the jackal as he casually followed Eva. “But it is still night where your body lies. When the sun rises there it will be too late for you.”

“Bullshit!” Eva yelled back at him. “How am I supposed to believe you – a talking dog of all things?”

The jackal flicked his ears in annoyance, “Believe me or disbelieve me – that’s your preference, but it will not change what has happened or what will become of you if you do nothing.”

It took a moment for Eva to think about it. She had no idea what was going on and no other information that would counter what the jackal had to offer. She was at a loss after all, and no other choice than to take the canine at his word.

“So are you going to stare at me like a fucking moron, or are you going to make yourself useful?” she asked.

“Perhaps if you spoke like an intelligent young lady and asked politely I would. You make things difficult by not listening, but sadly that is a common trait of humans.”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a stuck up asshole I would listen. You’re not making this any easier, you know.”

“That may be the case,” the jackal replied, “but it would behoove you to pay attention to the only guide that is offering you any help. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I do not see any other spirit on this street willing to give you the time of a demon’s day.”

As Eva listened she tried to hold back her annoyance with the freakish thing. She had to admit that the jackal was right. As far as she could tell, they were the only living things for miles. However, she didn’t know how to take such strange and disturbing information from anyone; much less a talking jackal.

It seemed he knew what he was talking about, but his formal manner of speech got to her the most. She hated how it felt like she was talking some snotty, bookish nerd from a hundred years ago. All she wanted was to ask for the way back home as fast as possible, leave the jackal behind, and forget all this insanity.

“Am I ‘making sense’ to you now?” the jackal asked, breaking the silence.

“You said somebody collected me and I’m not in my body right now,” Eva said, trying to understand his point of view. “What did you mean when you said I was going to die? Am I in danger?”

“Yes,” the jackal said, “By the time night falls in this land and the morning sun returns to yours, your soul will have been separated from your body for too long and will die. If that should happen this is where you will have to remain.” He explained all of this with a casual demeanor, as if he had done so many times.

Panic finally started to sink into Eva’s mind. “But that’s not fair! How in the hell am I supposed to get back? I’m not even sure how I got here.”

“You’re here because this is where you would be if you were dead. The only way out is to understand why you’re here in the first place and atone for your sins, but such an effort is a hopeless endeavor.”

“Wait, why can’t you help me? You can show me the way anyway can’t you?”

“I can help in the journey,” the jackal answered, “but that does not mean that I will.”

“But didn’t you just say that it’s your job to guide people? I need a guide and you’re the only one here that can do it!”

“Why should I?” the jackal said, insulted by the notion, “You’ve been nothing but rude since I started talking to you! And besides…” he said, “It is not my job to help the living, girl. It is my duty to guide the dead. I take souls in, not out. I don’t have time to waste on a hopeless, ignorant baby that would never make the effort to save herself.”

“But what about your ‘duty’? What does it say about you if you just leave me here?”

“Nothing,” the jackal said, “There are countless souls here; each and every one lost, suffering, and wondering why they are here when the answer is as plain as day. What’s the difference of another one among them?”

“If you’re not going to help me then I…I want to talk with your manager! You have to have a boss, don’t you? Who do you work for?”

“The Spirit of Death is the one I answer to,” he grimly responded, “His power is beyond your imagination.”

“Wuh-well, it doesn’t matter. I’ll find him and tell him that you didn’t help me when you were supposed to. I don’t care how long it takes me. And I’ll make sure that whatever or wherever the hell your boss is, he’ll throw you into the deepest, darkest pit of hell for being a lousy guide that didn’t bother to do his job.”

For all her posturing, it wasn’t very tough talk and she knew it. Her voice grew weaker and whinier, making her threat sound even lamer. She couldn’t help but feel like a little girl that threatened to tattle on another child. There was no way that the jackal would agree to help her now.

Travel Special: Hanford’s B Reactor Part 2

Posted in Locations, Nuclear Power, Pictures, Travel, Uncategorized, Weird Locations with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 14, 2013 by Stephanie Selby
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A memorial plaque by the entrance.

First, I’d like to apologize for the late post, I’ve been a little stressed out lately and I needed some rest. I can be pretty sensitive and let life get me down a bit too often, but I’m back on the mend. Let’s get back to our regularly scheduled program, shall we?

B Reactor: a nuclear theater.

B Reactor: a nuclear theater.

As our group entered the B Reactor building, we were treated with the most impressive sight on the tour: the reactor itself. I have to admit, my jaw literally hit the floor as I laid my eyes on that thing. It is that impressive! It’s strange to admit but as the tour guides when over the basic history in that room, I couldn’t stop thinking how it looked like a theater stage with all the mechanisms exposed. I like to think there’s something poetic about the comparison.

Many of the reactors at Hanford served dual purposes, including B reactor. They not only supplied enriched plutonium for scientists, but also produced enough electricity to power Seattle at the time.

Using this reactor had its fair share of difficulties as well. Our guide talked about SCRAM; the emergency reactor shutdown procedure. Scientists were so concerned with things going wrong at Hanford that even accidentally pushing a few wrong buttons could set off their alarms. Accidentally setting off a SCRAM could cause the loss of a day’s work, so it was important that workers remained attentive at all times.

Information given on the tour goes deep into the history of WW2 and worker culture at Hanford. While I would love to go further into those aspects, doing that would likely make this post into a novel, so for now at least I’m going to stick with the things on the tour that you wouldn’t be able to discover by simply researching the subject.

The cooling system drew from the Columbia River. It could fill an Olympic-sized swimming pool  in five minutes.

The cooling system drew water from the Columbia River. It could fill an Olympic-sized swimming pool in five minutes.

Our tour guide also told us a funny occurrence that happens here annually. As part of peace agreements, Russian officials come to inspect the Hanford sight to ensure it is no longer being used for the production of nuclear materials. They must carefully document the placement and position of everything within the B reactor. He explained that it’s really a casual affair and the officials are just going through the motions at this point, although they do enjoy visiting our lovely state. Sounds like they see it as an opportunity to have a bit of a vacation. Might as well have a little fun while you’re here, right?

Like many people at the time, Hanford workers were highly encouraged to support the war effort in all possible ways.

Like many people at the time, Hanford workers were highly encouraged to support the war effort in all possible ways.

One room on the tour gave us a very interesting look into Hanford’s culture during WW2. Many employees were deeply dedicated to the war effort, so much so that not only were they willing to work on a top secret government project, but were encouraged to help in all sorts of ways. One example of this was how Hanford workers gave up a day’s wages to buy the U.S. Army a much needed B-17 bomber. The plane was called ‘Day’s Pay’ to honor the workers for their generosity.

Our tour fortuitously took place on July 23, the anniversary of the christening of 'Day's Pay.'

Our tour fortuitously took place on July 23, the 69th anniversary of the christening of ‘Day’s Pay.’

Throughout, we always had the opportunity to ask our guide questions. My sister and several others were asking all the more science-related questions, while I asked a couple oddball questions. Many people were asking about radiation exposure and if it was a concern for people who had to work at Hanford. At the time, people were often monitored with pencil dosimeters that they could carry on their person.

People on the tour were also concerned with present radiation exposure. While it is perfectly safe for people to visit B reactor, many of the other reactors on the Hanford site have been sealed up or ‘entombed.’ Many of the buildings that once stood here have also been taken down for safety reasons. Our guide assured us that I asked if he was still monitored today and he replied no, noting that he was 86 years old. I particularly found his laid-back ‘who cares, I’m old’ attitude funny.

The main office within the B reactor building. Great scientists like Enrico Fermi worked within this office.

The main office within the B reactor building. Great scientists like Enrico Fermi worked within this office.

While many of you out there are likely very concerned with the fact that Hanford is the most contaminated nuclear site in the country, the tour of the B reactor doesn’t focus on these issues. It is more concerned with the history of the Manhatten Project and WW2, but does acknowledge that progress is being made in the cleanup efforts. I’m sure that they address these issues more with the full-site tour. I’ll be sure to take that one in the future.

It's amazing to see how scientists managed to do such sophisticated work without the convenience of modern computer technology.

It’s amazing to see how scientists managed to do such sophisticated work without the convenience of modern computer technology.

As an interesting side-note, many historians and state officials are hoping to make the B reactor building a museum and tourist attraction. In 2008 the reactor was made into a National Historic Landmark by the National Park Service, so this place can be enjoyed by future generations. I can certainly approve of having more people visit this amazing site!

Sis at the main controls.

Sis at the main controls.

So there you have it folks! An astounding look at where the nuclear age began. I hope you enjoyed reading about our experience. If you ever have the opportunity to pay a visit, I highly recommend taking it.

If anyone out there has also made this excursion, please feel free to share. I’d love to know what others have to say about Hanford!

The Demons’ Day Revised: The Black Jackal

Posted in Animals, Books, Creepy, Pictures, Scary, The Demons' Day with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 8, 2013 by Stephanie Selby

Originally called ‘Enter Anubis,’ this is the new version of the second chapter. Let me know what you think of the changes. Soon we’ll be getting into fresh territory, so please be patient and stay tuned.

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When Eva woke her entire body was aching with pain, and it took some time gather enough strength to sit up. Her head reeled when she did and it took all her energy to stifle back the urge to vomit, though she managed to recover quickly. As she managed to rise to her feet she was sure to see if she had any injuries. It was a surprise to find nothing more than a few scrapes, scratches, and bruises.

Finally able to stand she saw that her surroundings appeared to be an average city street, albeit deserted. Some time must have passed lying unconscious on the concrete, for now the sky blazed bright red with the rising sun, just peeking over the horizon. Looking up at the building she had fallen from, she could tell that it was not as high as it seemed before her fall, but it was still a staggering twenty stories. It amazed her to see how far she had fallen and still be alive.

“How the fuck did I get here?” Eva wondered aloud to herself, baffled by the turn of events. For one thing, she lived in the suburbs, not the city, and the sudden change of scenery was unexplainable. She recalled what happened before her fall and shivered. Those awful creatures from the night before seemed to have lured her here. Just what in the hell was going on? What were those things and what did they want? How did she survive that fall with no major injuries? More importantly, how was she going to get back? She doubted returning the way she came would work. She looked up and down the street, chilled by the lack of any living thing.

Standing there on the desolate street, Eva was at a loss. Am I the only one here? She thought to herself, her panic rising. As a teenager, she didn’t have much experience traveling on her own – not in the city anyway. She was terrified at the thought of losing herself in this empty place. For a long time all she did was stand helpless on the sidewalk contemplating her options, not even bothering to call out to anyone who might hear. She was beginning to wonder if it just would be best to sit and wait for someone to appear.

Ahem,” a stern voice said from behind.

She whipped her head around to see who it was, and was confused to see a black dog of moderate size with a long snout and tall, pointed ears.

“What are you doing here?” the dog asked, “You’re not supposed to be here. You’re still very clearly alive.”

“Holy shit, I’m really dreaming,” Eva said in a low voice. She suddenly had to stifle a hysterical laugh, “Now it’s a talking dog!”

The dog let loose a short, deep growl, “I’ll have you know that I am a jackal, not some domesticated weakling dependent on the whim of its master.”

Overcome with the shock of a speaking animal, Eva struggled to find something to say.

“Well? Speak up!” the jackal demanded, “Just how did you get here?”

“I-I-It was monsters!” Eva finally blurted, “Th-They lured me onto a building and p-p-pushed me off! I woke up here. What is this place?”

The jackal let out a heavy sigh. “They brought a living person here, and they call themselves psychopomps. How lovely.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Fuck, how can you even talk?” Eva asked, “What’s going on here?”

The jackal rolled its shining eyes and shook its head at her, as if the answer should be obvious, “You were collected by malevolent spirits, other psychopomps like myself. However it seems that you were collected too early, in your sleep.”

“Um…no,” Eva denied, “Your not making any sense. I have to be dreaming…it the only explanation that isn’t totally crazy.”

“Explain it however you like,” the jackal replied, amused. “It doesn’t change the truth.”

Despite the jackal’s poor reassurance, Eva had had enough insanity for one day, and she rose to her feet. It was a dream, it would pass. She was determined to wake up and forget this ever happened.

“Goodbye talking dog!” she called as she turned away and started to quickly walk down the street. “I’m sure I’ll wake up and laugh about you later!”

The jackal chuckled and called back, “No, you will not! You’ll be dead by the morning!”